birth

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Tagging @Pasha @Swift @Scimitar @Finley @Whittier - you are born! :D

When it happened, it wasn't as bad as Bazi had anticipated.

It was much, much worse.

At first, she dismissed the cramps as the ones she had come to know as her body's way of practicing for the real thing. They were uncomfortable, but bearable - and after some initial panicing, she was able to compartmentalize the pain. Because she know it would stop.

This time, it didn't stop.

When true labour began, no creature inhabiting Nova Peak or the surrounding areas could be in any doubt that Bazi was giving birth. The pain was indescribable. It felt as though someone was trying to force a football through the eye of a needle, squeezing her grotesquely inflated body in contraction after contraction - all the while holding an open flame to her genitals, which burned in anticipation of total ruination. Each time the vice tightened, Bazi wailed and cried like a banshee having its skin peeled off.

There was no point trying to lay down. When she wasn't pacing, Bazi half stood, half squatted in the middle of her plush den, staring between her violently shaking legs for any signs of progress. More than once, she mistook the urgent need to defecate as the final stages of labour, and nearly passed out when a number of small and shapeless lumps dropped to the floor instead of puppies. This was by far the worst day of her life.

When the time came to push, Bazi had cursed Scimitar to hell and back a thousand times. Hours had passed, and she was so delerious with pain that when Pasha finally signalled his arrival, she had no energy left to object or hold back. Perhaps that was the way nature intended it for reluctant mothers.

Her first child entered the world to the sound of his mother screaming. Bazi hunched over her belly, gritting her teeth as she heaved and pushed and grunted and gasped. Pasha inched slowly out of her, mercifully lubricated by the bag he had grown to fill but a severe punishment all the same. With one final shriek from Bazi, he was out, dropping to the ground in a mess of bright blood and birth-related slime. His mother shuffled backwards in a daze, instinctively shredding the sac with her teeth and cleaning her baby as best she could before Allure II announced that she, too, was ready to come out.

Each pup was greeted with the song of their mother's agony. Pasha, Allure II, Whitter, and Swift - the last, and smallest, but not by much. Each individual birth felt to Bazi like passing a piece of the mountain itself, dribbling fresh portions of warm mess onto her paws and into her fur. Whittier nearly killed her - figuratively speaking, getting stuck at his widest part for the worst 4 seconds of the combined life of all womankind.

And then, finally, it was over. Shattered, bleeding, and stretched beyond her limits, Bazi lowered herself onto her tender belly. Everything burned. She didn't dare consider the state of her body. Her four babies squirmed between her forelimbs, half-clean and mewling, and it struck the new mother that she really ought to move them. Wincing, she rolled onto her side, grateful that she no longer had to contend with being a hairy sphere, and began phase two of her maternal duties: the feeding. One by one, the pups were swiftly cleaned and positioned near a teat. Bazi nearly cried again when they latched on and began to pull at her tender skin, but dehydration prevented any tears from forming.

Around her, the world began to re-form. She was dimly aware of the sound of suckling.