Cheerilee was now curled up tightly in Lyra's womb. The warmth, the dampness, the tightness of it. The mare was having difficulty understanding whether she was terrified or enjoying herself. "Can you hear me in there? What's it like?" An automatic response came from the teacher before she had a chance to think. "It's snug, dark... warm... wet..." Cheerilee was starting to feel light-headed and euphoric for some reason...