Dreams Made Flesh

*Surreal* · 10-03-2014, 07:59 PM

Surreal

Surreal was relieved when her mothers calm figure slipped in, taking a place behind her. Falk was swiftly in as well, and much less calm. It was almost comic-- Ooh. Another heavy, ineffectual contraction rippled through her. Leaning back on Falk, she turned her head to look at her mother as the elder rested her paw on her belly, gently probing. She didn?t miss the slight speculative rise of the brow points. However, soon enough, her mother gave instructions, and she listened. Another contraction was coming, she could feel it. ?Okay, okay.? It was a whispered repetition, before she took a deep breath and, as the contraction rolled through her like a thunderclap, and her mother pressed, pulled, she pushed as hard as she could. And felt a wonderful give, coupled with a nasty beginning of a stretching pain.

Encouragement, another contraction, more pressure from her mother, and push. Repeat. The pressure was getting stronger, the stretching, more painful. A tiny, fizzling whimper bubbled past her clenched teeth, jowls lifting in a grimace. More stretching, more pushing, tearing. It didn?t feel like it was inside, though. Again. Again. Push, press, give. Release.

A muffled shout exploded from her as the final push sent the not so little body shot free of her body, and she slumped against Falks blessedly solid form as the relief rolled through her, making her legs feel like water. She was beyond sure that if she tried to stand right now, she?d flop like a fish to the ground. She was vaguely aware of her mother nudging the as yet genderless pup out of the way of business. Then as the pup began squirming, her attention sharpened, and she rose enough to look at this new life. And felt a shudder of shock roll through her. Quickly, she leaned around and ripped that sack away and? And revealed something completely unexpected, and a little frightening. But her mother seemed calm, and she didn?t feel all that weak. So gently, lovingly, she began to clean the newborn; a boy, she found soon enough. So it wasn?t blood that made his fur so red. So very very red.

?Oh Falk? He?s beautiful.. He?s Huge!? This was her fathers fault. But she didn?t have time to dwell on the genetics, as contractions resumed soon after she had her firstborn son attached to a teat along her belly. However, now that the big red plug had been cleared, the next two were a breeze. One, right after the other, almost as if they were in a hurry to keep up with their brother.

Two beautiful girls. Their colors were as regular as their brother was bright. They were muddled, with no clear definition of markings but they were beautiful, in their blind helplessness, and as she cleaned them, her mind whirled with names. She slumped back, her brood lined up against her belly, and cocked her head to look at her Falk. ?I love you.?

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

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