The Sunspire Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again (Birthing Thread)

The tiny Fantôme continued her first feeding,noting paws pressed into the warm, soft body in front of it doing their best to push the creamy nourishment out. The basic instinct was all the pup had to go on and before long she began to feel a swelling in her own stomach. The concept of stopping didn't make sense as the strange and barely tasted scents became familiar. A strange and familiar sound was heard, the same comforting murmur she was vaguely aware of was now clearer though no more understandable. Despite her inability to understand the words they were strangely comforting.

The other indistinguishable form that was alongside her squirmed much as she did. Stray limbs and poor motor skills causing them to touch out, kick, roll and otherwise entangle together all the while her small muzzle held tight to the source of food. A vey strange feeling was building inside.

Another strange word came from overhead followed almost immediately be an unfamiliar voice. Her mother, and possibly a small handful of others she would likely never meet had familiar sounds, this new one however wasn't. Deeper, and missing the familiar sing-song syllables. The small chocolate blob released it's hold on her mothers teat the familiar voice, she wanted it back. A deep inhale and a loud squeal escaped. A pathetic cry for here matrons attention, cut short as her newly working stomach suddenly decided she had eaten far too much of her mothers milk. The squeal turning into a briefly sickening gurgle as she spit-up a small amount of her meal.

Another squeal escaped.