	A sudden, hushed silence hung over the crowd, even the massive warbeast stopped her heavy panting, eager to shuffle around to greet what was clearly a leonin of very high status. He approached the massive canine wordlessly and presented himself without fear. The bitch shuffled forward painfully to give the full-maned lion's groin a sniff and a long lick in greeting. 
	The fact that he greeted the warhound before even announcing his presence to his tribe spoke wonders to the shaman. He held the troubled beast in higher esteem than any of his tribe-mates, or even his guest.
	A younger lion leaned his head towards the gnoll, whispering to for him to make a similar gesture to the warchief in greeting. He, unlike the rest of the males and females, was almost completely naked. His mane was adorned with numerous feathers, and his body was marked with the same symbols that covered his faithful hound. The markings and piercings seemed to draw attention to  his genitalia, which remained unadorned and fully exposed. 
	The shaman did as he was told, trying to pull out from the newborn pup as inconspicuously as possible, placing his palm up and sliding his fingers first along the lion's sac and up his member. He wouldn't want to offend, although after molesting the warhound's firstborn, everything else seemed secondary.
	The chief nodded, seemingly pleased with this tribute.
	"Do you not have a kennel-master?” The shaman asked, "Or someone able to attend to these pups? The birth was difficult, and they need to be looked after right away." He was exaggerating slightly, the first two pups seemed to be perfectly healthy, but he did make a point - two mongrel-sized puppies, or more, was too much for one single person to attend to, even a shaman.
	The chieftain nodded towards a mature male as well as a younger one, an adolescent. Probably an apprentice, Dhryn thought. The lion spoke again as he observed the situation. "Tell them what they need to do, shaman,” he commanded, gesturing to the two males as he patted the flank of the massive hound.  “Has the newborn's feyrn been taken?”  he encouraged, “It is yours if you wish, as is that of her siblings.”
	The shaman breathed a sigh of gratitude and relief at the warchief's acceptance. At least he had done his research before allowing his subordinates to invite the gnoll shaman into his territory – which meant the shaman likely hadn't offended the leonin elder at all. In fact, his behaviour was likely expected! The surrounding crowd was another story, however, as lion and lioness alike were conflicted between turning away in disgust or staring luridly as the shaman stroked the newborn warhound bitch, her eyes still tightly shut.
	"You," the gnoll beckoned to the younger male, his mane barely grown,  “Let the male nurse.” He handed him the wet, wriggling male pup. “He needs to start building his strength right away. And you," he turned to the more experienced male, "Do you know how many more we can expect?" 
	The adult kennel master knelt down next to him. “Six or eight,” he suggested as he looked at the shaman's hands fondling and probing the huge beast's wet pussy. He kept one hand on the newborn bitch's rump, letting her find her spindly legs, and stretched the warhound's cunt with his other hand, trying to spy what else might be coming his way.
	The younger lion boy is confused by what was meant by 'nursing'. He clearly didn't have the teats to produce any milk! He picked up the heavy newborn and put it on his lap, trying to interest the male pup into suckling on his nipple. 
	The shaman looked at the confused youth and gave him the look that a teacher might give a misbehaving student. "Not from there," he chided, "unless you plan on breastfeeding him." 
	The lion boy's ears turned a rather deep shade of pink. He looked around, helpless, at his fellow tribesmen, but found no support other than a few shrugs and one or two subtle nods. Seeing no choice, the youth removed his loincloth and allowed the pup to sniff at his groin. The large, blind pup eagerly began suckling the emerging tip, the scent of birth and arousal so thick as to confuse his senses into thinking he had latched onto a bitch's teat. The warchief and the other present males looked on in mixed curiosity and silent fascination. What was the shaman up to?
	Dhryn was oblivious.  The warhound was panting and heaving again after her brief respite, the third pup insisting on making an appearance. He reached up, slipping through her plush folds and finding not a head, but a tail, and a rather large set of endowments. “Breech,” he cursed, “The next one is backwards!” He tried to find a hind leg and pull it back so that he had something to grab on to. A butt-first puppy wasn't going anywhere fast, not even with its mother's impressive strength.
	The warhound did her part, arching her back and whining as she did her primal best to assist the strange midwife. After several gruelling, grunting pushes, the pup's rump popped free with a wet squelch. The pup's hind legs wriggled and kicked in a frog-like motion, the entire lower body now hanging out as the little sac jiggled with every movement. The huge bitch's black doggy cunt clenched down onto the pup as the gnoll tugged and manoeuvred, the big bitch seeming using her half-born pup for sexual gratification if her needy whimpering were any indication!
	“No, don't clench down,” the shaman grunted as the squirming pup slipped out of his grasp again, “We want him out, not in!” He didn't want to just yank on his legs for fear of breaking something, but he couldn't seem to get a grip anywhere else – he was just too slippery!  “More lube,” he thought aloud, inspired by the winking fortune cookie almost at face-level. He stood up, his loins already beginning to throb to life again, and leaned over the massive beast, working his gnollmeat in between the warhound's thighs, right under the newborn's quivering sac. He thrust slowly in and out, each thrust slipping past the pup and forcing the mother to clench down on the both of them, the pup beginning to squish free. The adult male notices that dhryn isn't the only one with a hard-on: the bloodflow to the pup's hind legs has given the half-born a bit of a stiffy as well, further encuraged by the gnoll's rubbing!
	Dhryn continued thrusting into the heavy, gravid bitch, his member sliding in and out through what little room remained between her and her pup. He could feel her getting slicker each time he rubbed against her sopping sex, the pup's legs kicking rhythmically as he pushed him aside to try and make room for himself. The little swollen sac rubbed along Dhryn's length as the gnoll pushed deeply inside the much larger bitch hound, the halfborn almost sliding out as its mother is forced to clench her black dripping cuntlips in rhythm with the shaman's thrusts.
	 "Come on, you beast," he urged, trying to push her over the edge before losing his virility. The crowd didn't know what to make of it! The beast snarled and growled in response, not necessarily out of pain anymore but it still remained so menacing that the crowd, only consisting out of males now that the women have gone, took a few steps back. Surely the gnoll would have made a light snack for the dire hound by now if he had attempted to couple with the massive creature under any other circumstance. 
	A few more thrusts and the warhound's irritated grunts turned to ecstatic sighs. Her swollen sex winked and clenched mightily as the gnoll pulled, the breech pup squishing out up to his shoulders. The gnoll quickly tugged the head free, and the fully-erect newborn male slopped against his stomach, belly-up.  He vigorously rubbed the newborn male's chest, watching as fluid dripped down from his nose. A glance at his belly indicated that the umbilical cord had already broken, cutting off his air supply before he could be pulled free. But his stark erection clearly indicated a heartbeat of some sort. Dhryn flipped the pup upside-down, squeezing his stomach in a bear-hug. The pup coughed up some off-coloured water, likely the result of momma clenching down on him so hard. "Atta boy," he urged as he continued rubbing his belly, casually grazing his paw over the pup's fat sac. "Time to wake up!" The pup siezed and coughed again, nostrils flaring as he tried to right himself, his little hips already trying to thrust into something, anything. Another few pumps of the gnoll's arms against his chest and the pup opened his mouth in a mighty squeal of life, followed by a long sigh of relief from both the shaman and his audience.
	Meanwhile, the apprentice kennelmaster doesn't seem at all unhappy at the suckling job the first male pup is performing onto his fully erect youthful penis, even smiling from ear to ear as he encourages the pup to suckle out his seed. Dhryn loosed a small gnollish cackle as he watched the newborn and teenager begin to bond, and the warchief just silently observed, he and his men completely captivated. Some of their loincloths throbbed every once in a while with the start of arousal but not quite semi-erect yet. The chief's completely exposed sheath and balls seemed to like what their owner is seeing too. The impressive leon nudged his head towards the other newborn pups and some of the youngest members of the tribe hurry to assist. 
	The shaman looked around at his group of 'students', most of them as interested as they were confused and conflicted about the gnoll's oddly successful style of perinatal care. The warhound sighed, apparently savouring a brief moment of pleasure and rest in her afterglow, the leonin kennel-master scruffing her neck, keeping her occupied from his end. 
	Dhryn looked around the crowd, scanning for someone old enough to understand what to do. One male in particular began to flush as soon as the gnoll's gaze found him. He would do.
	"He's so close," the gnoll grinned as he scooped up the wet, slippery bundle and offered it to  his chosen pupil.  "Unless you want him acting up all over the place, it'd be best to satisfy him now, wouldn't you agree?"
	The adolescent looked over at his chief but found no contradicting gesture - he'd have to obey the shaman's orders. Hesitantly, the male sat himself down not too far from Dhryn's sight so that the spiritual gnoll can steer him by if needed. The male started to probe the newborn pup's tailhole with the tip of his finger and enclosed his fingers around the little cock, simulating a hole for the pup to fuck into. 
	The huge warhound bitch grunted out again as her black vulva opened up once more like a flower bud, the fourth puppy on its way.
	'Three down,' the gnoll thought to himself, glancing at the wriggling newborn female down beside him, 'several to go.' He patted the warhound's rump affectionately, rubbing her side, letting her know he was still behind her. He had manhandled her enough over the last few minutes, and she deserved a bit of a break – He would wait for this one to come on its own. He gently stretched her plush, dribbling sex, keeping a close watch. 
	The four occupied males seemed to be getting along quite nicely - the adolescent lion almost drooling as the pup licked and slurped at his member, the other pup thrusting into the air as he laid on his back, feet kicking and pawing as his tailhole was toyed with.
	A grunt pulled the shaman's attention away from the pseudo-orgy off to the side and back to the feral matron. She was clearly done messing around - the next pup's head was already barrelling down the birth canal, crowning without much difficulty. 
	“Good girl!” the gnoll grins, rubbing her flank affectionately. Apparently his gesture didn't even warrant a response, as the warhound continued grunting, shuffling around for the first time in what felt like hours as she whipped her tail back and forth, moving her hips in an almost seductive manner as the newborn slipped into Dhryn's lap, curled around the gnoll's erect member. The younger boys, all aged around puberty but some younger than others, look on with curiosity but also precaution for the stranger as the shaman helps the newborn pup breathe. To Dhryn's delight, a chubby little pussy with swollen little lips is revealed when he lifts the newborn's tail. Of course, he makes sure his disciples take notice of this as well. 
	A little hand reached underneath his hefty sac as he explained, suddenly weighing the gnoll's balls. Apparently one of the boys got curious about it. A second one extended a finger towards the newborn's slit in curiosity. The newborn female mewled as the shaman gently rubbed a finger over her slit, before instructing the two boys to do the same. The pair were no older than ten winters, maybe less - neither one had grown their mane yet. The shaman was more than happy to instruct the pair what to do, pointing to their flimsy loincloths and then to the pup's slit. He didn't even bother to wipe this one down, instructing the two lion-cubs to clean her off as they stimulated her.
	The two boys gingerly started to lap and wipe the newborn pup clean, the gnoll shaman apparently not fazed at all at allowing the boys to explore his balls and the newborn's slit. Dhryn even helped them lower their loincloths as his finger prepared the newborn pup for what was to come, dipping inside of the slit and stroking deeply. The only question remaining is which one of the boy's he'd choose to have her feyrn, both young males willing and with little stiffies in front of Dhryn as he holds the protesting newborn up under her armpits. The shaman's own erection stands throbbing and proud in front of the boys and Dhryn instructs them as they wipe up a big gob of pre-cum from his leaking tip and apply the stickiness to their own little tips in ritual preparation.
	The shaman's choice was quickly made for him,though, as the younger of the pups stood up, only a head taller than the newborn bitch. He wrapped his arms around it and thrust inward, the newborn protesting with a sudden gasp as she was swiftly deflowered. The shaman grinned, supporting her upright and gently guiding the lovely young couple over to the warhound's flank - a most appropriate surface upon which the newborn's feyrn was to be taken. The newborn female made a few whiny protests, but after a few moments her wet tail started to wag and twitch instinctively. Even the mother warhound wanted to see what all the ruckus was about, trying to shuffle over but quickly being stilled by the kennel-master's firm touch.
	The pup wheezed and whined in confused pleasure as the young boy's erect little member found its way into her newborn's slit, resting her weight against the mother's flank as he slowly worked his way deeper inside his incredibly young sex partner. The gnoll supervised but mostly allowed the young boy to find his own ways. 
	Dhryn turned back to the warhound, his hand underneath her tail, his fingers idly circling and probe the huge black slippery cuntlips, his own gnollhood twitching with lust for mother warhound's big pussy. The other little boy is a little disappointed and joins the other 'students' again, completely naked as they observe the various scenes of debauchery. A few are seemingly turned on at seeing such a young boy perform sexual acts upon the feral newborn female pup, while some of the others are more interested in the suckling and probing of the two males. And then there was the firstborn, still curled up beside the shaman. Dhryn lifted her up to her mother's side, and the warhound snorted as she took note, rolling over onto her side to reveal her many pairs of teats. The young lovers on top of her were nearly sent tumbling off, but managed to remain standing, the young cub pushing against the adult's spine. Having a pup finally begin to nurse appeared to do wonders for her contractions, the big belly heaving once again, the familiar snarls returning as one of her last pups wriggles its way out, the contractions helping it along. Another breech birth is visible as Dhryn was presented with the back half of a beautiful little female, her puffy pussy on display as her mother's cuntlips seem to once more hold on to the pup. 	
	With an almost mocking look in her eyes, the huge warbeast turned her head to look at Dhryn, her huge pussy squeezing and massaging the wriggling form of her halfborn daughter. A thick bead of female arousal welled up at the newborn's stomach and rolled down the pup's belly into its tiny cleft, mama dog effectively lubing up her own newborn pup's pussy with her own arousal, ready to receive the spiritual seed of the shaman!
