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Come To My Mouth Chips (ADAV)
Dawn was tired, tired and achy. Every one of her limbs felt heavy, her arms and legs sprawled out on the sofa like lifeless weights strapped to her already swollen frame, sinking deeper into the cushions as the hours ticked by. Sleep would have been nice of course, but the ewe knew it was only a temporary respite, and no amount of rest would be enough to shake off the powerful lethargy that had set in thanks in no small part to the little miracle she had stowed away inside her.
Well….not so little anymore. In fact, the hybrid lamb-pup that was now nestled within had caused Dawn to swell up quite a bit more than she had expected. Of course, it hadn’t helped that the ewe was small to being with. But the fact that she was over the expected due dates for both a wolf or sheep pregnancy by about two weeks had left Dawn practically immobile. Half-way through her seventh month, and feeling as though she was ready to burst. And as such, her mate Vernon, as well as their adopted lamb, Edison, and adopted pup Allison were on constant alert for when the big moment finally came.
Until then, however, Dawn had become entirely reliant on her mate for movement, her legs unable to support her bulbous baby bump. And so her usual morning routine had become one of having Vernon take her to the bathroom before work, and then leave her on the couch with everything she could possibly need until he returned. Even, much to Dawn’s distaste, a portable urinal.
Once on the couch, her days became a haze of terrible television. Slightly better petflix shows, reading, napping, and of course….eating. In fact, that was what was keeping her from getting her nap in now. That gnawing desire to graze spurred on by the one inside her that was pulling the strings. She would get no rest until she got a few more meadowchips inside her, at least, as far as ‘Paige’, their future daughter, would allow.
Dawn grunted and groaned, trying to use the least amount of movement and effort possible in order to angle her stomach in such a way to allow the chips to slide up to her lips. It was her genius idea, a way to keep from bothering little Edison to bring her the chip bag every few minutes by using her stomach as a perpetual platter. But so far, it wasn’t working exactly as she planned.
A chip wiggled away from the pile, leaning toward her as she tried to angle her mouth in the way of the projected path.
“Just a little more” Dawn muttered, sticking her tongue out as the chip danced just shy of her reach. With a minimal amount of strength, the ewe barely shifted her stomach again.
But to her horror and disappointment, the chip veered away, skittering down the side of her belly and landing in the little gully between her arm and side, nestled directly up against her Kitdle Fur.
Dawn let out a sigh of frustration.
“Mom?” Edison’s timid voice spoke, his large poof of wool popping into Dawn’s eyeline as the little ram presumably looked up from his Gamepup. “Do you need help?”
“No sweetie.” Dawn cooed, lining up her next chip with a shimmy of her waist. “You’ve done enough already. Mommy’s got this.”
Almost, almost! Then gone again, another ship sliding to her side and away from her open muzzle.
“Are you sure?” Edison pressed, the little ram’s tone was innocent, which only made even considering asking him for help that much worse. After all, she had already had him bring the bag back and forth nearly ten times before electing to dump it out on her stomach.
“It’s fine sweetie, really….I-Mutton Chops!” Another chips slid away, this time into the dark reaches between her and the other cushion. The ewe let out another frustrated sigh. What a genius idea she had.
Her stomach let out a low, but gnarling gurgle, the creature below it stirring slightly as it sounded out. Dawn glanced at her gut with a dull glare.
“Oh don’t you start.” Dawn muttered. “It’s your fault we’re in this mess…” The ewe pursed her lip, furrowing her brow as she thought over the accuracy of her statement. “Well, it’s actually your father’s fault.”
“Maybe we should have left the chips in the bag?” Edison lamented the rams question laced with concern.
“No, no sweetheart, it’s fine.” The ewe reassured. “I can ma-”
At that moment the apartment door opened to reveal the friendly and familiar face of her mate Vernon Hunter, the large grey wolf carrying a single bag of groceries as he stepped into the apartment.
“Hey y’all, Daddies home!” The wolf sounded cheerily.
“Dad!” Edison’s voice perked up, the little ram beaming as he rose to his feet and made a be-line for the towering wolf. The little lamb was barely bigger than his knee, and so that made it his favorite place to latch on to whenever the large wolf returned from work.
“Heya sport!” The wolf replied happily, reaching down a massive paw to give his son’s head a playful tussle. “You been takin’ good care o’ yer ma fer me?”
Dawn watched as the diminutive ram detatched from Vernon’s leg before striking a soldier’s pose, complete with a hoof to his brow.
“Yes sir!” Edison replied. “Just like you told me to…”
“Good boy.” Vernon chuckled.
“B-but…” The little ram murmured.
“But what?” The wolf asked, placing the bag down on the nearby counter.
“Mom says she doesn’t need help eating chips, but I think she does.” The little ram lamented.
“Is that a fact?” Vernon smirked, turning his attention to the bloated ewe on the couch. “You don’t need any help with that er…” The wolf quirked a brow, clearly noticing the mound of chips on her belly. “That mess.”
“No…” Dawn murmured. “I don’t need his help.” The ewe continued, her voice becoming playful, almost singsong as she spoke. “But I do need my mate’s help…” The ewe let out a terse chuckle. “After all, he did this to me.”
Vernon laughed as he made his way over to the couch. Smiling down at his mate, the wolf knelt to the floor, placing a gentle paw on her forehead before kissing her on the nose.
“Heya Honey Lamb.” The wolf cooed sweetly.
“Howdy Puppy Love.” Dawn smirked as she reached a rather weak hoof out to his other paw and grasped it firmly.
Removing his paw from her head, the wolf carefully swept some of the chips off her belly before placing another kiss on the top of her stomach.
“Howdy little one.” The wolf chuckled softly. “You ready to be a dear and give yer momma a break by comin’ out soon?”
“No.” Dawn chuckled. “She’s as stubborn as her father.”
The wolf chuckled softly as he scooped some meadow chips into his paw.
“Well, at the very least we can get her to stop pesterin’ you fer a few minutes with some of these.” The wolf smirked as he placed one of the chips to Dawn’s lips, allowing her to finally bite into the salty, savory goodness. The ewe let out a soft bleat of pleasure as she nestled her head against the armrest. They may have been cheap and fatty, but at the moment they tasted like manna from heaven.
Vernon chuckled softly, giving the ewe’s hoof a squeeze.
“That better?” Vernon asked.
“Much.” Dawn giggled.
“Well now that I’m home, and we got the weekend, I can take over the pups duties fer the next few days.” The wolf smirked. “I can spend all day feedin’ ya like this if you want.”
“Mhh…” Dawn cooed warmly. “That sounds nice.” The ewe quirked a brow. “Although I could use a few hoof rubs in between feedings.” The sheep giggled. “The gods know I don’t want to make the kids do that for me.”
“No problem.” The wolf chuckled. “And maybe this will be the weekend lil’ Paige finally graces us with her presence.”
“I can only hope.” Dawn sighed. The ewe eyes traced back to the chips in Vernon’s paw, her tongue tracing her muzzle as she gave a weak nod for the wolf to give her another. “The shine of motherhood is starting to fade a bit at this point.”
The wolf chuckled. “Sure it’s that? Or just frustration from bein’ unable to get around?”
Dawn rolled her eyes. “Even my mother could walk before she had me! And I just feel so gross and bloated all the time…” The ewe shook her head. “And those kicks are starting to get a little too aggressive.”
Vernon laughed. “I’m just glad those feet of hers end in hooves.” The wolf replied. “Might be worse if they was claws.”
Dawn giggled softly.
“And fer the record…” The wolf continued. “I still think y’all are as beautiful as they day I met ya.” Vernon smiled. “Even if y’all think ya are gross and bloated.”
Dawn smiled warmly, the ewe reaching her hoof up weakly to draw the wolf’s face in for a kiss. From somewhere in the room she could hear Eidson let out a ‘bleh’ in disgust.
---
A little sketch suggested by my patreons of late-term hybrid pregnancy Dawn using her baby bump as a table and struggling to get chips into her mouth. The little lamb in front of the couch playing video games is her and Vern's adopted son Edison Hunter-Bellwether. How did Dawn get out of prison? Who the heck is Vern, and why is she pregnant with his predator hybrid child? If you really want to know, check out some of the links below for more info.
The Rehabilitation of Dawn Bellwether:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20244719/
A Lamb Among Wolves:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/22604317/
Ask Dawn And Vern: My little Ask/update blog for the characters in my stories.
http://askdawnandvern.tumblr.com/
Please consider tippin' me.
https://www.patreon.com/wastedtimeee
-WT
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Well….not so little anymore. In fact, the hybrid lamb-pup that was now nestled within had caused Dawn to swell up quite a bit more than she had expected. Of course, it hadn’t helped that the ewe was small to being with. But the fact that she was over the expected due dates for both a wolf or sheep pregnancy by about two weeks had left Dawn practically immobile. Half-way through her seventh month, and feeling as though she was ready to burst. And as such, her mate Vernon, as well as their adopted lamb, Edison, and adopted pup Allison were on constant alert for when the big moment finally came.
Until then, however, Dawn had become entirely reliant on her mate for movement, her legs unable to support her bulbous baby bump. And so her usual morning routine had become one of having Vernon take her to the bathroom before work, and then leave her on the couch with everything she could possibly need until he returned. Even, much to Dawn’s distaste, a portable urinal.
Once on the couch, her days became a haze of terrible television. Slightly better petflix shows, reading, napping, and of course….eating. In fact, that was what was keeping her from getting her nap in now. That gnawing desire to graze spurred on by the one inside her that was pulling the strings. She would get no rest until she got a few more meadowchips inside her, at least, as far as ‘Paige’, their future daughter, would allow.
Dawn grunted and groaned, trying to use the least amount of movement and effort possible in order to angle her stomach in such a way to allow the chips to slide up to her lips. It was her genius idea, a way to keep from bothering little Edison to bring her the chip bag every few minutes by using her stomach as a perpetual platter. But so far, it wasn’t working exactly as she planned.
A chip wiggled away from the pile, leaning toward her as she tried to angle her mouth in the way of the projected path.
“Just a little more” Dawn muttered, sticking her tongue out as the chip danced just shy of her reach. With a minimal amount of strength, the ewe barely shifted her stomach again.
But to her horror and disappointment, the chip veered away, skittering down the side of her belly and landing in the little gully between her arm and side, nestled directly up against her Kitdle Fur.
Dawn let out a sigh of frustration.
“Mom?” Edison’s timid voice spoke, his large poof of wool popping into Dawn’s eyeline as the little ram presumably looked up from his Gamepup. “Do you need help?”
“No sweetie.” Dawn cooed, lining up her next chip with a shimmy of her waist. “You’ve done enough already. Mommy’s got this.”
Almost, almost! Then gone again, another ship sliding to her side and away from her open muzzle.
“Are you sure?” Edison pressed, the little ram’s tone was innocent, which only made even considering asking him for help that much worse. After all, she had already had him bring the bag back and forth nearly ten times before electing to dump it out on her stomach.
“It’s fine sweetie, really….I-Mutton Chops!” Another chips slid away, this time into the dark reaches between her and the other cushion. The ewe let out another frustrated sigh. What a genius idea she had.
Her stomach let out a low, but gnarling gurgle, the creature below it stirring slightly as it sounded out. Dawn glanced at her gut with a dull glare.
“Oh don’t you start.” Dawn muttered. “It’s your fault we’re in this mess…” The ewe pursed her lip, furrowing her brow as she thought over the accuracy of her statement. “Well, it’s actually your father’s fault.”
“Maybe we should have left the chips in the bag?” Edison lamented the rams question laced with concern.
“No, no sweetheart, it’s fine.” The ewe reassured. “I can ma-”
At that moment the apartment door opened to reveal the friendly and familiar face of her mate Vernon Hunter, the large grey wolf carrying a single bag of groceries as he stepped into the apartment.
“Hey y’all, Daddies home!” The wolf sounded cheerily.
“Dad!” Edison’s voice perked up, the little ram beaming as he rose to his feet and made a be-line for the towering wolf. The little lamb was barely bigger than his knee, and so that made it his favorite place to latch on to whenever the large wolf returned from work.
“Heya sport!” The wolf replied happily, reaching down a massive paw to give his son’s head a playful tussle. “You been takin’ good care o’ yer ma fer me?”
Dawn watched as the diminutive ram detatched from Vernon’s leg before striking a soldier’s pose, complete with a hoof to his brow.
“Yes sir!” Edison replied. “Just like you told me to…”
“Good boy.” Vernon chuckled.
“B-but…” The little ram murmured.
“But what?” The wolf asked, placing the bag down on the nearby counter.
“Mom says she doesn’t need help eating chips, but I think she does.” The little ram lamented.
“Is that a fact?” Vernon smirked, turning his attention to the bloated ewe on the couch. “You don’t need any help with that er…” The wolf quirked a brow, clearly noticing the mound of chips on her belly. “That mess.”
“No…” Dawn murmured. “I don’t need his help.” The ewe continued, her voice becoming playful, almost singsong as she spoke. “But I do need my mate’s help…” The ewe let out a terse chuckle. “After all, he did this to me.”
Vernon laughed as he made his way over to the couch. Smiling down at his mate, the wolf knelt to the floor, placing a gentle paw on her forehead before kissing her on the nose.
“Heya Honey Lamb.” The wolf cooed sweetly.
“Howdy Puppy Love.” Dawn smirked as she reached a rather weak hoof out to his other paw and grasped it firmly.
Removing his paw from her head, the wolf carefully swept some of the chips off her belly before placing another kiss on the top of her stomach.
“Howdy little one.” The wolf chuckled softly. “You ready to be a dear and give yer momma a break by comin’ out soon?”
“No.” Dawn chuckled. “She’s as stubborn as her father.”
The wolf chuckled softly as he scooped some meadow chips into his paw.
“Well, at the very least we can get her to stop pesterin’ you fer a few minutes with some of these.” The wolf smirked as he placed one of the chips to Dawn’s lips, allowing her to finally bite into the salty, savory goodness. The ewe let out a soft bleat of pleasure as she nestled her head against the armrest. They may have been cheap and fatty, but at the moment they tasted like manna from heaven.
Vernon chuckled softly, giving the ewe’s hoof a squeeze.
“That better?” Vernon asked.
“Much.” Dawn giggled.
“Well now that I’m home, and we got the weekend, I can take over the pups duties fer the next few days.” The wolf smirked. “I can spend all day feedin’ ya like this if you want.”
“Mhh…” Dawn cooed warmly. “That sounds nice.” The ewe quirked a brow. “Although I could use a few hoof rubs in between feedings.” The sheep giggled. “The gods know I don’t want to make the kids do that for me.”
“No problem.” The wolf chuckled. “And maybe this will be the weekend lil’ Paige finally graces us with her presence.”
“I can only hope.” Dawn sighed. The ewe eyes traced back to the chips in Vernon’s paw, her tongue tracing her muzzle as she gave a weak nod for the wolf to give her another. “The shine of motherhood is starting to fade a bit at this point.”
The wolf chuckled. “Sure it’s that? Or just frustration from bein’ unable to get around?”
Dawn rolled her eyes. “Even my mother could walk before she had me! And I just feel so gross and bloated all the time…” The ewe shook her head. “And those kicks are starting to get a little too aggressive.”
Vernon laughed. “I’m just glad those feet of hers end in hooves.” The wolf replied. “Might be worse if they was claws.”
Dawn giggled softly.
“And fer the record…” The wolf continued. “I still think y’all are as beautiful as they day I met ya.” Vernon smiled. “Even if y’all think ya are gross and bloated.”
Dawn smiled warmly, the ewe reaching her hoof up weakly to draw the wolf’s face in for a kiss. From somewhere in the room she could hear Eidson let out a ‘bleh’ in disgust.
---
A little sketch suggested by my patreons of late-term hybrid pregnancy Dawn using her baby bump as a table and struggling to get chips into her mouth. The little lamb in front of the couch playing video games is her and Vern's adopted son Edison Hunter-Bellwether. How did Dawn get out of prison? Who the heck is Vern, and why is she pregnant with his predator hybrid child? If you really want to know, check out some of the links below for more info.
The Rehabilitation of Dawn Bellwether:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20244719/
A Lamb Among Wolves:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/22604317/
Ask Dawn And Vern: My little Ask/update blog for the characters in my stories.
http://askdawnandvern.tumblr.com/
Please consider tippin' me.
https://www.patreon.com/wastedtimeee
-WT
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