Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma Ma Baker

More time stretched on, the den echoing with the sounds of Absinth's exertion begun anew. One by one, three more pups emerged into the world, small and vulnerable, but full of life and vigor. She carried on through it without fear, because she was Absinth.

As the monochromatic woman endured, each subsequent birth somehow got easier. The fourth pup, a boy, emerged mostly charcoal with orange accents. The fifth pup was a girl and she was a near-exact replica of Aresenn himself, only with a darker face reminiscent of Absinth’s, with golden brows. And finally, the sixth pup, a massive boy with striking markings, and vibrant crimson fur.

As the last pup entered the world, a triumphant cry escaped Absinth's lips. Her chest heaving with the deep breaths she was taking, muscles straining with the exertion and the pain that now ebbed away. She gathered her newborns close, cradling them in the warmth of her embrace. Taking a moment to herself, eyes closed as she pointed her muzzle to the ceiling of the den.

If this was childbirth, then why had her mother treated her like a parasite? This was not the horrid, life-destroying experience Sufri had spoken of. This was no great torture, nor the end of her beauty. What a fucking lie on top of a lie, from a worthless whore bitch

Despite the exhaustion that weighed heavily on her, there was a sparkle of mischief in her eyes as she returned her gaze down to survey her new brood. She peered at Aresenn, exhaustion clear on her features as she gave a weak, wide grin.

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