Sunbeam Lair pavlov's daughter

for anyone allowed in the den! dog sausage time

At one day old, Shiori felt like she was pretty used to this place now. It was louder here, her sisters' cries muffled but ever present. It was these same sisters she bowled over as she crawled, helpless, towards the greatest source of heat. Sometimes it was her sisters, but most of the time it was some other, larger body to which she was always drawn to. The great giver of milk, of life, was (thus far) her favorite entity. Her sisters were loud, crowding the den and the space at her mothers belly. Ah, but her mother! She was warm, and she was a source of food, and she was Shiori's favorite.

A day had passed, and yet none of the womb-dreams had returned. Airi was fine with that; so long as her belly was full with milk and her siblings weren't climbing over her like savages.

One such savage was in Airi's way as she crawled (wiggled? squirmed? walking wasn't an option yet) towards the warmth and milky smell of her mother. She squealed in annoyance, attempting to wiggle her way over the yet-nameless sibling who dared get in her way.

Finally, finally Shiori's mouth closed around one teat. Since eating was her singular purpose thus far, she did so with all of the fervor her little body could manage. Suddenly a body began nudging hers with a strength that, too her, was entirely offensive. So upsetting was this development that she released her grip on the teat and began to squall, kicking her little legs ineffectively as she attempted to push the offender away.

A body was met, knocked away from the warmth and foodsource. Airi made a soft triumphant cry, more to herself than anyone else. She wriggled, her head moving closer to the foodsource/warmth, trying to get to the pulsating spigot that held the liquid, determined to fill her stomach.

Alas! As Shiori proclaimed her displeasure, the body budged up against her. As soon as Shiori thought her protests were enough, she lowered her head to seek out the nipple she had claimed, only to find it taken! Shrieking again, this time right in her sister's ear, she bumped her head against her mother's stomach and Airi's head.

Airi latched onto the teat, her tiny teeth clamping down firmly as she held tight. Her limbs, uncoordinated but no less potent, flailed towards the usurper, half-muffled squeals of annoyance in between messy slurps.

Posessed by great stubbornness and a desire to be the more dominant creature, Shiori did not give in. She thrust her head towards the teat, worming towards it against her sister. Her sister's sloppy cries registered dimly as a piercing, discomfiting sound and a pulse of sharp color that she did not understand. Soon her attempts to push into Airi's face offered some fruit. Her sister was a messy eater, and Shiori found milk around her sister's mouth. She began to lick that up, and though it was not the same satisfaction, her earlier displeasure faded.

For a brief time, Airi had some semblance of success from her squabble. Milk flowed into her nearly overfilled stomach, contenting and soothing the girl for a brief moment, until the usurper dared to lap from her hard work. Airi growled, her hind legs rising to batter the attacker's side, pushing her away from her well earned prize.

For a moment, Shiori was content. She lapped aggressively at her sister's mouth, taking whatever pittance came to her. This did not sate her hunger, but she was pleased by the taste, which was enough for now. Or, so it was until an unstoppable force met her side. Percariously perched as she was, Shiori tumbled to her side, which felt like a great fall to her. She blubbered on the ground for a moment, then began to squeal her displeasure to all that could hear.

Even if she could hear her sister's cries, the dragonling would have ignored them. Her prize had been caught, and to the victor goes the spoils. Airi drank until she felt she could drink no more and then some. It was then and only then that she relinquished hold of the teat, churring in content victory.

Though she had been thwarted in her goals, Shiori quickly forgot. She found that all of that activity made her quite tired, and rather than continue to quarrel for food, she let her head droop. Sleep found her quickly, and the entire event was quickly forgotten.

Full of warm milk and the victor in the battle for food, Airi finally conceded to be nice to her sister. As Shiori gave into sleep, Airi crawled over to the sibling, placing her head on the other black potato, quickly slipping into sleep alongside her sister.