With Liberty and justice for all [Mature]
04-18-2013, 09:36 PM
| Aislyn |
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She paced, eyes clinched shut, ears folded flat, rib cadge falling and rising at an accelerated rate. This pain was... excruciating, the most horrible thing she had ever felt in her entire life. She would rather have her eyes gouged out and fed to her on a silver platter than deal with this. "Make it stop!" She screamed, agony heavy in her words. It needed to stop... Little Aislyn/Friction was coming, and it was killing her. A puddle of "water" lay on one side of the den. She didn't want to go anywhere near that shit, the thought of slimy liquid seeping out of her reproductive organ made her sick. Insides churned rapidly as her cervix dilated, contractions coming one after another now. A few hours ago she only felt pain about every 30 minutes to an hour, and now she felt it every second. Well, not literally, but to her it felt like it. Just as the pain from one started to fade away another would start up. She had to lay down, standing up was only making this worse. The ivory temptress lay herself against her wall of her den so she would have some support for her back. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth as she panted. Where was Friction? She really wanted him to be here... Would he even show up? She wanted to call him, she needed to call him. She lifted her muzzle, but no song sang for him. The pain swallowed her again, causing her to scream in agony. "Mother fucking goddamn son of a bitch!" She couldn't help the foul venom that dripped off her toungue. She was in excruciating pain, she had a good reason for cussing! Her body cringed as a wave of pain hit her abdomen area. The baby was coming. She braced herself, claws digging onto the soft moss along the floor of her den as she pushed with all her might. But... nothing. She panted heavier now, sweat dripped from her muzzle onto the floor. One... two... three. She pushed again, this time a scream followed her struggle. How in the hell women gave birth to three or more pups she didn't know, because one was enough to make her want to pass out. One more time... She could feel the child's head surfacing. She just needed to push one more time, one more hefty push and it would all be over. And she did. Another scream followed her push.... but then.... she had come. A small child, covered in blood at the moment, but Aislyn could already see her beautiful coat. Swirls of ash and ivory covered the small female. She instinctively guided her toward her belly, licking the baby clean as she did so. She was so... beautiful. Friction's coloring had been dominant in her pelt. He would think she was so beautiful... at least she hoped he would. She wanted to call for him, but she was too exhausted. She shifted her body so her back was facing the den's entrance, shielding her precious child from any breeze that could threaten her warmth. She then laid her lead down, letting her newborn daughter drink her fill, and allowing herself some rest. |