well well well, if it isn't the consequences of our actions

*Jack* · 02-19-2023, 02:44 AM

"You're such a bitch," the string of nasty language was unrelenting. All of the rude words in the book, every last one of them, was spilling from Jack. After the first of the puppies, the next seemed to come easier. The first made way for the second, and then every one after that... fuck. "Fuck!" She can't help it. The pirate had been in her fair share of fights, in scrapes and tumbles and tussles. She'd fought men twice her size, and things far worse than wolves. In all of her days, though, nothing had been quite as painful as this. Something coming out of her insides.

The nausea was terrible, too. Frankly all of it was terrible. "This is bullshit," she panted, managing to clear some of the fluids and other assorted gunk off the second pup. "Absolute fucking bullshit," the pain did not relent, and there would be a third squishy pile of fur joining them soon. "Why, why is this... fuck!" None of these were small puppies, much to her chagrin. How did his bloodline make it this far being this big? How and why, christ alive. She whimpered, panted. Another puppy, and her head was spinning.

She wasn't all the way conscious by the time the fourth came into the world, screaming like a goddamn banshee as she was. That one, despite being the most muted in color, had to be the loudest. Jack didn't have the energy to fight the sound or anything else. Just let them her scream, as Jack too, was screaming internally. This had been a mistake, but she was here now, and she'd done what she could. All four seemed to be breathing, and with Deion's help she managed to have them cleaned up. They were all breathing, and none of them had come out deformed or otherwise ill. All Jack could do now was rest her weary head on her paws and pass the fuck out.

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well well well, if it isn't the consequences of our actions

deion // mature language // birth

Jack