06-13-2016, 10:39 AM
go insane, go insane. throw some glitter make it rain
Some would think being pregnant is a time of joy, a time of which is much celebrated. But this pretty girl took it as a burden, she never wanted a child in the beginning. All she was looking for was a little sex and that was it, and look where she turned up. Fat, hungry, swollen ankles, horrible back pain, and that wasn't even the least of her problems. She was expecting, meaning she would eventually have to care for the child. Does that sound different? She had already decided to give up the child, since she doesn't have the ability to actually care about something other than herself.
As expected pain quivers down her whole body, leaving her gasping for words but nothing is emitted from her ebony lips. It was as if her whole body shut down and was now running on the willpower of her instincts. A last instinctual push ends her pains, a wet scrawny lump is visible at her hind. Beads of sweat drip down her body, as she heaves herself to cleanse her little burden. Eventually the boy's body is thoroughly washed and sharp dark violet markings are scattered across his ebony body, a true trait of his father.
Once he's all cleaned up, she doesn't know what to do, giving him a name sounds motherly enough so with an elegant feel she searches for names, Cullin pops into her mind in an instant. With a gentle tone she speaks his name, "Cullin." She gingerly nips at her son's hip. Not meaning to trigger the little boy to try and stand up, but his body seems to jolt upwards, and with one try he's up and moving around as if he was born to walk on this earth. With shakey steps the boy reaches her side, his touch is soft and gentle unlike Kirin's, and his muzzle brushes under her barrel as his gentle mouth latches onto a teat.
The feeling is mutual, something that she didn't necessarily like and something almost welcoming in the eyes of a mother. Eventually her little boy has drank his fill and hobbles around milk drunk, lowering down back onto the ground right under her body. He seems quite asleep, but she's nervous to wake him s she allows her muscles to relax as she lowered her head, so she too can eat her fill this time for a party of not just one but, two.
As expected pain quivers down her whole body, leaving her gasping for words but nothing is emitted from her ebony lips. It was as if her whole body shut down and was now running on the willpower of her instincts. A last instinctual push ends her pains, a wet scrawny lump is visible at her hind. Beads of sweat drip down her body, as she heaves herself to cleanse her little burden. Eventually the boy's body is thoroughly washed and sharp dark violet markings are scattered across his ebony body, a true trait of his father.
Once he's all cleaned up, she doesn't know what to do, giving him a name sounds motherly enough so with an elegant feel she searches for names, Cullin pops into her mind in an instant. With a gentle tone she speaks his name, "Cullin." She gingerly nips at her son's hip. Not meaning to trigger the little boy to try and stand up, but his body seems to jolt upwards, and with one try he's up and moving around as if he was born to walk on this earth. With shakey steps the boy reaches her side, his touch is soft and gentle unlike Kirin's, and his muzzle brushes under her barrel as his gentle mouth latches onto a teat.
The feeling is mutual, something that she didn't necessarily like and something almost welcoming in the eyes of a mother. Eventually her little boy has drank his fill and hobbles around milk drunk, lowering down back onto the ground right under her body. He seems quite asleep, but she's nervous to wake him s she allows her muscles to relax as she lowered her head, so she too can eat her fill this time for a party of not just one but, two.
Midnite
@[Kirin] I've contemplating so many words for this eventually I just gave up, and decided to post this. Hopefully it works. Sorry for the extreme lateness