--MOONS OF JUPITER--

Two had already been purged and cleaned, loud and healthy. The first had been of a light cream with no markings just quite yet, and the second a solid, stone dark gray, but she expected that neither would stay that way. No sooner than after she had cleansed the fluids from the second, a ghost appeared.



Obsidian fur as dark as the night no longer rippled in smooth waves down the planes of her form. Instead, chunks of matted pelt took the place of the once-soft hairs, and at her neck blood trickled down. Concern streaked across Jupiter's features, strong and empowering, until the moment words snapped from her lips, as ugly and jealous as anything. Expression fell flat and as soon as Jupiter knew she was finished, her front legs lifted her torso, nose wrinkled and lip curled up in a snarl.



"You weren't..." Her features contorted and she dropped back completely to the ground once more, a slight whine escaping her. Most of her body still faced Medusa as another contraction surged through her form, and yet she forced herself to speak. "You weren't the first, either, Medusa," she managed, the venomous hiss in her timbre from both pain and irritation. "If we're going to... play the game of firsts--" Here she paused to allow for another shock assault her form, and her eyes narrowed, swallowing hard. "you weren't either, because I was raped... first." She convulsed heavily, turning her head forward and pressing her face firmly into the ground with a grunt.



"So don't... you dare talk to me... about being first... Defeated as she felt the last pup begin to make its way from her form, her tone, though strained through the agony, became sad. "What... what happened... to you?"