Redhawk Caldera black widow

Boop! I mith Bazi+Fox threads. ;~;

Fox was in full mother mode. She spent hours upon hours cleaning her coat for some reason. She had begun to question her choice of a whelping den. She rarely ate, and when she did, she felt nauseous. She could feel the squirmings of her children seemingly all day long. They often woke her in the middle of the night, and she would have to wriggle outside to pee and get them to calm down. Sometimes, she would even hum them a little tune with the hope that her ragged voice could put them to sleep.

By far, the oddest thing was that she had asked Perry over the past couple of days to... well, lick her nips. It wasn't even a fetish thing! They were just so... well, she couldn't even explain it. It was weird and gross and fascinating all at the same time. She was just thinking about all this when she stumbled across... "Grunt, is it?" That didn't sound quite right, but Fox had never been known for her excellent memory.