Not while that sacred ring keeps their pups sealed up in your belly, keeps their sensitive noses and paws well away. The urge to run, to leap, on all fours hits you- and you laugh, because it is as ridiculous as expecting you to dance about the village square, as graceful as a maiden, in the vastly distended state you are in. Your red cloak is beneath you, filled up with the warm, snuggling bodies of your litter. I dedicate this reblog to someone special. You hear the wolves outside, sometimes, and shudder. With a hard push, you feel yourself spread around the end of the egg.
Myla. Age: 28.
You get down on your knees, settle into the grass with your thighs spread, and howl.
Zendaya. Age: 20.
See, that’s what the app is perfect for.
Not while that sacred ring keeps their pups sealed up in your belly, keeps their sensitive noses and paws well away. The wolf-shapes circle, coming no closer, and the silver ring tingles and itches and burnsat the apex of your thighs as the cramps come heavy through you again. What you get is fur and noses and the warm bulk of bodies propping you up as you cry out, belly straining, your water breaking at last and running into the dirt below you.