Never. Fucking. Again

Whose idea had this been? Not hers, that was for damned sure. Perhaps it served her right, considering she'd agreed just so that Avacyn would forever owe her. The journey up until now had been alright. Making the pups had been the best part for sure. Carrying them around and getting fat hadn't been the greatest but she could deal. It was the painful contraction bullshit that was really making her rethink her generosity. Ouch.

Scylla sent her bushdog companion off to fetch Saracyn. "Take your time though. I don't really need anyone to see this." So the fuzzy little creature walked at a leisurely pace. That left Scylla with only her crystal scaled viper to witness the birth. Was it selfish of her to want to do this alone? Maybe. Did she care? Absolutely not.

The contractions came more and more quickly and soon the slate and cream woman was gritting her teeth and pushing. "Bloody fucking hell," she snarled as her body stretched beyond its limits. This thing was huge! A strangled little scream eked its way out of Scylla's lungs as the first pup entered the world. He was big and dark, his coat melded with red. The fae did her best to clean him up, but the next pup was already on the way.

Scylla pushed again and this time it was much easier. The big boy had paved the way. Gods... she hoped that her body went back to normal after this. Not to brag, but Scylla had always been proud of just how tight she was and how cute her svelte little body was. She'd do whatever she had to do to get back in shape as soon as possible.

The pup that was expelled from her body next was tiny tiny tiny. He was slate colored like she was and there were pale marks on his face and side. Scylla noted the little nubs on his nose and tail. That... was interesting. What in the hell?

She'd just finished cleaning the second boy when her body started contracting once more. A few pushes later and a sweet little girl was deposited upon the furs. Scylla cleaned her as well. She expelled the afterbirth and wrapped it in the bloodied fur to dispose of later. Gods was she tired...

Scylla lay upon the plush pile of furs within her dark little den. She'd allowed the trio of children to nurse, though she'd considered just handing them off to Avacyn. She wanted pups? Then she could figure out how to feed them. Ah... but even Scylla wasn't that mean. The first feeding was crucial for the growth and development of puppies. The striped fae closed her mismatched eyes and dozed here and there. Soon Saracyn and Avacyn would arrive and she needed at least a little energy to be properly snarky.

"Scylla"