08-03-2022, 06:53 AM
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This post contains content that may be unsettling to some readers, including:- Pregnancy thoughts, Major cussing
He was growing restless. Restless, hormonal, and very very fat.
Cupid had been pacing, trying to find an area good enough to have these stupid fur-balls in. He was alone, which wouldn't be good for the birthing; He didn't want to risk losing any of these pups. It was shitty enough that their dad couldn't be here. Fucking hell, Satan. Knocked me up and couldn't even stick around! The man gave but a small grumble before he turned, Bee-lining towards a tree with it's roots partially sticking out. It'd make a good enough den if he could dig it out enough... Ugh.
But he was soooo tirrredd... Just looking at his swollen teats made him anxious, not to mention the jaw-clenching cramps and how often he had to fucking piss. It was not fun at all. He would've returned to the desert, but the lack of life in general made him certain that it wouldn't be a good place to have pups. Venus did not want the blood of stupid children on his paws. No thanks. He was absolutely sure that if anything happened to the pups, he'd probably be on Satan's hit-list.
So, begrudgingly, he began digging beneath the roots, tossing dirt aside and nosing his way through crevices and cracks. It'd take a while, he knew, but perhaps while he dug someone would come. A healer, maybe, someone that could stick with him and help him when the time came. He was anxious, worried, he didn't know whether these pups would survive without assistance.
While he was thinking, the den had grown immensely. Cupid had been digging faster and faster the more he worried about these pups, which he found funny; Physically they were motivating him to get shit done, but mentally they'd been doing nothing but tire him out. He thought he felt one kick at that very moment. Fuck. They were definitely on their way, perhaps in a few days? Hopefully a few weeks?
The man tilted his head back in a howl as he finished the whelping den, hoping that it would reach @Satan. Come to me, come to me, please, I need your company. He thought desperately, waddling his way into the den. Venus was embarrassed with how disgustingly bloated he had become; Would Satan even want him? Not now, emotions! The fawn-hued man did not need to cry tonight, not at all. He'd cried enough during the trip here: How would I raise a litter of pups? Would I be a good dad? How will I explain to them that... I'm not fully a dad in the first place? Will Satan try to take them away from me?
Cupid rested his head on his paws, closing his eyes. Maybe he'd be able to rest for a bit.
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