Puppies!
Story by FestivalGrey on SoFurry
Because when you fuck the wolf... you get the pups.
The first hint to Aqua that the Werewolf’s seed took was her breasts. Given how quickly she’d gotten herself knocked up again after her Gargoyle baby had left her, she’d never stopped lactating—but now they were producing milk in overdrive, quickly blooming rich and lush. Only a scant few days after her encounter with the wolf, she found herself weighing her breasts in her hands, biting her lip as she considered her body’s evolution. Whatever was coming, it seemed her body thought that it would need a lot of milk.
More changes followed just a day or two after that. She felt the subtle, telltale sign of coming pregnancy in her stomach, a low weight accompanied by strumming tension. Had this been her first or second pregnancy, she probably wouldn’t have recognized it. But by now, though, Aqua was practiced enough to recognize the minute changes as what they were. She was no longer the maternal neophyte she had been after the Dark Hide, who had ignored her own swelling and had needed activity within her very womb to confirm that what she had once considered unthinkable had happened. Now she was thoroughly attuned to every droplet of change in her body, and she immediately knew what to expect.
Retiring to a quieter, more familiar part of the Realm of Darkness, Aqua settled in to try and ride out her pregnancy.
She wondered at first if she would be bearing one large creature, as she had for the Gargoyle and the Dark Hide, or a number of smaller ones, like the Powerwilds. She didn’t have long to wait. As the days passed and her tummy slowly grew, she felt the first quiet stirrings of activity within her womb. Before long the activity picked up, becoming a flurry of tiny beats against the inside of her skin. There was no way that one single creature could possibly cause all that.
“Puppies it is,” she murmured to herself, rubbing her hand across her smooth stomach.
She grew dutifully and comfortably, swelling out day by day. Before long her top was tight on her, barely capable of stretching down to cover her breasts and coming nowhere near close enough to swaddle the vastness of her belly. She took to wandering the Realm as best she could; partly for exercise, but more to stop herself from boredom than anything else. As she continued growing, she noticed with mild ire that the Werewolf pups within her seemed particularly excited whenever she was active, as if they’d inherited their father’s bestial nature.
Even at her biggest she was nowhere near as immobile as she had been with the baby Gargoyle weighing her down, of course, but as her pregnancy progressed, Aqua found herself laden and heavy, and soon, though she was still capable of ungraceful movement, the long walks she’d taken to enrich herself had become a thing of the past.
If she thought that depriving her children of their stimulation would calm them down, she was sorely mistaken. The closer she got, she more active they became. She took to spending long afternoons—hours at a time—smoothing her hands over her stomach, feeling the activity of the pups within and gasping as they pushed out against her, mild bumps momentarily forming on her skin from their activity. They seemed impatient, insatiable even—constantly tumbling over each other, pushing and rolling and kicking. More than once she woke to what felt like a flurry of activity in her womb, almost as if her pups were sating their boredom by tussling with each other. Though she never would have admitted it, the sensation was one that Aqua was quickly coming to enjoy; she liked the feeling of her young within her, and she liked the way her body fluttered around them as they were active. It set her maternal fire ablaze.
The closer the day drew, the more out-of-control her breasts got. They were so swollen and so tender that even mildly cupping them made her trill out a long sigh, holding her lip under her teeth. Soon enough the milk was flowing with enough regularity that it was at risk of ruining her clothes. She considered using magic to try and control it, but eventually just ended up shedding her top. She’d gone naked for longer—the thought of her time as an incubator and broodmother in the hive of the Stinging Bees made her blush—and it’s not as though there were any humans around to shame her for her nakedness.
And so Aqua passed the days, a blushing, blooming young mother waiting for her young to arrive, until finally the day came and she was ready.
The first contraction hit her like a wave, and then the next, and the next, and before long they were rolling over her and she moved almost as if on instinct to ready herself to bring new life into the world.
Leaning back against a hillside, she felt the first of the pups settle low into her canal—and then she pushed.
It was an easy birth, after the likes of the Gargoyle and the Dark Hide. Even the Wyvern eggs had been harder. Her vagina fluttered and rolled and the pup entered the world headfirst, immediately squalling up a storm with its high, squeaky voice. Even as mild exhaustion clutched at her and she felt the next pup settle in, Aqua tremulously reached down and held up her newborn.
The Werewolf puppy was the size of a pup of a good-sized dog breed. Its fur was the same mix of cream and dark blue as its sire, though nowhere near as fluffy or voluminous. Tiny red claws poked out at the end of each of its paws.
Holding her baby up to her breast, Aqua sighed as the seeking muzzle found the nipple. Milk flowed out immediately, surging out as the young Heartless drank down nourishment. Without even realizing it, Aqua found herself pushing in time to its gentle sucks.
Her pup finished before its kin emerged, and it dozed in the crook of her arm as Aqua, grunting, squeezed out another one. This little thing was not as vociferous as its sibling had been, but when she raised it to her breast, it drank of her milk readily enough.
By the time she was finished, she had five wolf puppies, all newly born—the first three were curled up, their bellies fat with milk; two more were attached, nursing away.
Aqua leaned back, a weary smile on her face. The baby Dark Hide had been a wonder, but five puppies… she almost didn’t know how to handle it.
“Come here! Come!”
It hadn’t even been two weeks, and already the pups were growing fast. There were as big as medium-sized dogs, now, and twice as energetic, always rambling across the hillsides or pouncing on each other to roll and play.
Aqua was trying to raise them, but they had grown increasingly independent of late. Not aggressive or problematic—but still the sort of creatures that ignored her unless they wanted to.
She put a little more fire in her voice. “Come here.” They ignored her. “Come here!”
That got their attention. In unison, the Werewolf pups all turned, regarded their mother—then with playful, youthful energy, they bounded towards her.
Aqua could only put up her hands with a token squeak of protest before they fell on her. She was knocked to the earth beneath a puppy pile, each of her wolfish progeny lathering their mother with affectionate doggy kisses. Some nuzzled up to the crook where her neck met her shoulder, others dived in to get scratches. One enterprising puppy nuzzled into her top, finding her still-milky tits and lapping messily away.
“Naughty!” Aqua said without malice. All in all, they were her most rambunctious bunch of offspring yet.
And she wouldn’t have it any other way.