Down the rabbit hole

She continued to cry until a voice suddenly called out, saying they had her. She sniffed and whiped her snotty muzzle on her shoulder before peering over the edge of the tree. “Oh!” Motif exclaimed, and realised suddenly that this had to be the lioness. She wasn’t sure exactly what she was expecting, but the rich brown creature with warm eyes wasn’t exactly it. She was huge for starters, even to a wolf accustomed to large parents.

She towered above the pup, or at least she would, if Motif had been on the ground. Motif squirmed, and winced as it rubbed and pulled her fur some more. But she wanted to see!

Her hero had crazy strong claws, and latched onto the tree like it was nothing, she perched in a way that Motif could only assume was awkward - at least for a wolf - and began to push Motif upwards. Her body was about the size of this creatures head, and it was easy to ‘plop’ her free from the tree, though she had tickled Motif’s belly in the doing. All of her tears were well and truly gone by the time she was free, and she was delighted. She was still on the lioness’s head, and the giantess would begin to move, and Motif, realising some of her intent, would hold on tight. Her definition of holding on tight was to flatten her weight across her head, and hold onto an ear between her teeth. She tried her best not to pinch as the lion released her hold on the tree. They landed smoothly on the ground, and she felt the ground approach as the lion lowered her to it. Motif was giggling like crazy by the time her paws touched earth again.

“That was amazing! Can we do that again?” she wanted to know, running between the lioness’s paws to look up at her huge stomach. “so Your the lioness mumma told me about.” She paused to take a breath “She said you were huge, but holy moly, I beat you could pick my mumma up by her scruff!” Motif laughed.



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