All You Have To Do Is Shout It Out [Birth]

Things had been nothing short of spectacular for the godling. He knew no hunger, nor cold. Although, lately, someone had been getting a little too close for comfort. Constantly kicking and squirming. They grunted at each other a lot, eyes sealed shut against what light may filter into their home. Things were only getting more and more cramped, as time went on. Had everything gotten smaller around them both? It was starting to get unbearable.

Tightening muscles squeezed the young Abraxas from all angles. Forced him even closer into the personal space of his womb-mate. The tangle of limbs only lasted a few moments, before everything got turned upside down. Forced into a world of unbearable cold and harsh air. Something warm arrived soon enough, sliding over his strange and unfamiliar body. It forced his lungs to contract. This newfound concept, oxygen, seared a path into his body. It hurt! An indignant roar came rushing out, the only response he could muster to this horrible new experience.

Soon, he was being jostled and moved. Everything was wrong, and weird. He didn't like it one bit! Softness. Warmth. Food! Okay, maybe it was alright out here. Just like that, he was filling his belly. Whatever this was, it was pretty nice. For a minute or so, at least. Then, someone familiar was there to grunt at him and squirm some more. Oh great, this guy again?

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