Happy Wife, Happy Life
When you woke up the next morning, Roxy was still fast asleep by your side. Your eyes slowly pried themselves open, catching a glimpse of the sun’s rays as they filtered into the room. Your sweet dreams for the night had come to an end, but your memories of the night prior still swam around in your mind.
You sigh happily as you run your hand through Roxy’s fur, noting how it's already returned back to the gangly mess that it was before her first bath using the shampoo. Her snores were much softer than normal, and her face wore a smile as she snuggled closer to you. She was obviously still deep in sleep but relaxed in the comfort of knowing you were there.
You shift yourself and stare at the ceiling. The words you both exchanged, all the feelings being poured out over the course of a few hours; all the passion for one another that had built up over the past few months. It wasn’t what you had been expecting, after all, that time, but this world and your life in it has never, and will never, be nearly as predictable as it was back in your world.
Things have changed, and even as you miss the family that raised you back home, you're happy with Roxy and the litter of kids on their way. The feeling of happiness only grew as you moved down and placed your ear next to her enlarged stomach, feeling several kicks from your children. It was something special, and after all the months of building feelings while getting to know one another, all starting with her pack kidnapping you, just because you were trespassing on their land with Rarity.
“This has been one hell of a year...” You say softly as you let the feeling of content wash through you, a feeling you never expected to have, but one you would never change at this point.
“No shit,” Roxy said, growling lightly as it seems your few words have woken her up, surprising you enough to nearly jump out of the bed.
“Damn you are still such a scaredy bitch,” she shakes her head as she sits up and rubs the crust out of her eyes, giving a loud yawn, baring her fangs as she did so. “And don’t think after what we talked about last night that I am going to be all lovey-dovey around you.”
“So... you're going to remain a stubborn, hard-head bitch?” You say, rolling your eyes.
“Looks like not all your brain cells are dead.” She mocked as she got up and stretched, groaning from how annoying the weight was of her stomach pulled against her. “Once this litter is born, I will enjoy feeling lighter than a fucking mountain again.”
You could only shake your head: the sweet thoughts you were having just moments ago were quickly shut down by Roxy. That was until she moved over and gave you a quick lick on the cheek before heading out and ransacking the kitchen again.
“Maybe after giving birth she'll finally relax a little,” you suppose, only to be silenced by a loud crash coming from downstairs. “Or... not...”
* * * *
Weeks have gone by, and both you and Roxy had been a little more open to each other about how you feel. Obviously it was a lot to have happen, seeing that both of your personalities and attitudes were very different at times, yet as Roxy felt the time for her litter to be born growing closer, she made it a point to make you somewhat worthy to be the male Alpha of her pack.
“Did I say you could stop! You still got a hundred more laps to do!” She said as you dragged yourself around another bend before collapsing in front of her.
“I... already did... a hundred... I...” You struggle for breath; your lungs felt as though they were bleeding and your legs felt like they had been mashed by a giants club. Your clothes, or what wasn’t torn up from running through the Everfree, was completely soaked in sweat.
She rolls her eye, “You should know you have to break down muscles so they can come back stronger!” She said while pacing, thinking of a way to get you up and running again.
All you could do was groan at this point, not caring about almost anything. You knew you didn’t have a choice in becoming the Alpha for the same pack that kidnapped you over a year ago, but you had to do it. You have to be there for your kids, and that happens to come with you running the pack Roxy lead, and raising your kids to be whatever they wanted to be.
“Fine, you can rest, but if I see you have any feeling in your legs, or can breath even close to normal again, you better be getting up to run,” she said, crossing her arms as the both of you just lay there, feeling the cool breeze blowing through the trees.
“And just so I don’t get bored, I am telling you this now: once this litter is born, I am kicking your ass at full strength,” she told you as she gazed off deeper into the forest, towards her pack's cave. You could tell she was really wanting to get back to her pack even knowing how different her life would be.
“We've been talking more to each other around the house...” You manage, even with the feeling of nails in your lungs still causing you more than a little discomfort, to say the least, “...but we never talk about how we will...ugh...will raise the kids...or what it means for me to be the new leader of the pack...”
She thinks about it before sighing, “Might as well... you haven’t died yet, and once this entire thing is done, I will have new members in the pack.” She said, motioning to her several months pregnant stomach.
“Most creatures think we are just dogs. Which, in some cases, they are right, but we aren’t basic bitches. We fight for our spots as Alphas, or, in the very fucking rare case... like your dumb ass... you manage to get the Alpha knocked up, or you have picked a female to become head of the pack by giving her your, and her first litter,” she explained as she sat on her rock.
“I fought my way to being Alpha, using nothing but what I was given to get where I am.” She smirked with pride, thinking about how many asses she kicked to become the head of her pack, “and once I was head, I made sure every member in my pack was a female who could kick ass and work their asses off with me, yet not enough to take me down. Though a few have tried to, they were put in their place quickly enough,” she punching the palm of her hand.
“Any males in the pack are, what you would call, outsourced. Gotta keep our numbers up a little bit whenever there is a cave in, or when some get too old. But I do care for my pack, I lead from the front and I am not one to let them do all the work, and I expect the same from you when we get back there. Our pups will be living that life as well: being strong leaders, grabbing life by the balls, and running our pack on their own.”
You can see that she was going to be proud of her kids, even if she wasn’t expecting them, but, over the past few months of her pregnancy, she finally accepted the fact that she was going to be a mom. At times she would get pissed that she wasn’t working or running her pack, and you'd take a few hits from just to let her get out her frustrations, or let her do some digging in your backyard to let out some pent up energy, but all in all, she was adjusting to her new life very well.
Her scent had even changed at this point, giving off a strange new pheromone. You also notice her breast started swelling, while her hips somehow got wider as if her body was taking on a better form for her kids.
“Well, what... what if the kids aren’t all like that? They might be part human,” you ask, still lying on the ground, barely able to move. “They could be true Diamond Dogs, but they could also be like me...”
She looks at you, “Even if they are, they would be a step up from you. They will be more like me; ready to kick ass. If they are like you, then, well, they can... live with the ponies, like you do, or whatever.”
You groan and just think that maybe her tone would change once the kids are actually born.
“And it sounds like you can breathe easily again,” she announced, pulling a whip out of her jacket. “Get running, ya bastard!” She said, wiping at the ground beside you, making you jolt as you felt the strength from your altered genes kick in, giving enough energy to scamper back.
“I was wondering why that new side of you wasn’t kicking in. Looks like if neither you, me, or the pups are in danger, it won't help you one bit. If the kids do get anything from you, I want it to be that.” She commented before whipping the air next to you again
She might have been a bitch, both literally and figuratively, but she only wanted the best and toughest, so you've got a lot of work to do.
* * * *
The training with Roxy turned out just to be the kick in the pants you needed for faster results. She helped you get much stronger as you worked on your confidence on your own, at least enough to handle your new pack. You made sure to be both a great father and approachable for your kids.
Your ears twitch as you hear a groaning sound from your living room, “Fuck these little shits need to be born already!” Roxy says, her stomach looking as if it couldn’t get any bigger.
“It should be soon...” You say, slightly nervously. “We'll head to the hospital as soon as your water breaks,” you say, walking in and sitting beside her.
“Ugh... can’t we just go back to the cave to have them? It is more natural that way.” Roxy complains, having spent the last week or so trying to convince you to let her just give birth in the cave so they would adapt to the darkness and underground life.
“If I was purely a Diamond Dog sure, but our kids will be different. They will be part human and I don’t want to risk it. You will go to the hospital, plain and simple,” you say, giving her a stern look, showing you were not letting this be up for debate.
She shivers from the commanding tone you had given her. She wasn’t one for being submissive, unless she was in a weakened state, like when she was in heat. If you remember correctly, from what she told you, you overpowered her and managed to get her to give in to her instincts and mate with you. She gave in rather easily after you started groping her, but it was only an effect of her body needing a male to impregnate her. It might have been one of the reasons she kept herself away from anyone, and why her pack was all female, yet with the scent of an entire pack of female Diamond Dogs in heat, some other creature, or another pack should have smelt it.
“Hey asshole! They are fucking kicking!” Roxy said, kicking you in the face as you had spaced out after you had dismissed her idea.
“Oh, they are?” You ask, putting your head to her stomach and you felt several little kicks from the litter, “I think it is almost time... any day now...”
“Fucking better be. Got me looking like a continent, and I finally wanna empty these.” She said, motioning to her breast, which seems to have been causing her a little pain from how full they were.
"Well, it's not like they'll stay that way forever... and it is for the kids, right?"
You blush a little as you see her massaging them and sighing as she relaxed a little, not noticing her eyes watching yours, “either they come and drain these as quickly as possible, or you better get to work.”
“Wait, what?! You want me to... Did I hear that right?” You do a double take, your face flaring a reddish tint.
“Fuck! You heard what I said! Just fucking suck on my tits!” She lets out a mix of a groan and a growl as she looks down at you, “I've got enough fucking milk here to feed these pups for months! But until they get here, it is just fucking annoying.”
“I... I'm not gonna..” You stutter fighting against the urge to do so.
“Fucking hell! Here!” Roxy barked, ripping off her top, leaving her chest totally exposed, practically thrusting her engorged breast directly towards you. “Either you take care of them, or I ‘take care’ of you! And what I'm gonna do will not be anywhere near pleasant!”
Even though she had been slowed, and left unable to do too much while pregnant, you still manage to remember seeing her punch a hole clear through a boulder when she was pissed.
Your hesitation lasted on a mere few seconds longer, but, in that time, she grabs you by your hair and force you against her chest before you can make a move, and she groans from both the feeling, and the hope of some sweet release.
She presses you right next to her nipples, forcing you to see how swollen they've become. You could feel the shivers running down her spine as your breath merely passes over them, you could finally tell how badly she needed this. Without further ado, you inch your lips closer to the closest teat, being careful not to harm her as you reach it, but that doesn't stop you from doing your job. She coos and groans, pulling you closer as you slowly lock your lips around it and start teasing the milk to come about. You're ready for the sweet taste of her love, but you don’t taste anything until you finally put more pressure into it, licking, sucking, and finally nipping at the swollen mammary.
Your eyes shoot open as you feel a warm, creamy sensation wash over your tongue. You hear her gasp as you swallowing the bountiful barrage cascading into your mouth. You hear her moan as you enjoy the taste, pressing yourself even harder, trying to drink as much as you can.
“Finally! Keep... ooh... keep going! Fuck!” She pants, losing herself in the feeling of her breast being milk have been pint up for so long.
You didn’t say anything, you just kept helping her, and enjoying the sweet, creamy flavor of her milk. It was relaxing, resting your head against her soft bosom, and blushing as you hear her moan, only noticing after your other hand starts groping and playing with her other breast.
Roxy coos and moans softly as you work to ease her built up pressure. You grop her chest as well as you could, taking in the gentle scent of her other teat leaking her sweet nectar, only to catch the hint of arousal from between her legs, but you blush and keep going, massaging and drinking down her milk as if you hadn't noticed.
“Switch! I have... oh fuck... more than one!” She gasped, moaning softly as her lower lips grew wetter and wetter as you slowly pop off her tit, licking off all the milk that leaked out.
You take a moment to pant, taking in gasps of air as you look to her, only to move to the other and start feeding from that one soon after. You groan and lick her nipples as you drain the milk, helping her, while also enjoying yourself. It was hard to tell, but it seems that the milk was having some sort of affect on you, making you more relaxed and calm, losing yourself as your other hand finds itself moving down to her flower, feeling how wet she was.
Something told you having her mate play with her breast, even drinking down her milk was just as much of a turn on as playing with her ass was. Your fingers ran up and down her labia, causing her to gasp and moan even louder, her arms pulling your head further into her chest. You drank down as much as you could, almost not caring if the pressure on her bosoms was more bearable.
“Don’t you dare stop!” She moaned, shifting a bit as she humped against your fingers, trying to push them deeper into, “Oooh~ Fuck yes!”
Your finger became slick with her juices, while your mouth and other hand were drenched by her tits, pinching her nipples as her milk flowed on and on. You didn’t know how much longer you could keep this up, the taste of her milk was putting you to sleep, but her moans and clenching vagina kept you from falling victim to her natural elixir.
“I... fuck... I'm gonna...” She groans, clenching her legs and arms to keep you as close to her as possible, forcing your head against her breast as she arches her back as much as she could as she climaxed.
Your nose twitched, her scent filling the room, and one last spurt of milk came into your mouth as you managed to pull back, only to start panting heavily and resting your head against her stomach. Roxy’s leg was twitching from how pleasurable the experience was, and you were left nodding off, your stomach filled with sweet milk.
“You little ones... are gonna be lucky.” You say your head bobbing as you started nodding off, the milk now taking full effect and dragging you into the world of sleep.
Roxy smirked, “When the pups are asleep, I am still going to need someone to drain these babies when they are still too full.”
You blush, even when she's spent she still had something to say to try to leave you embarrassed. One way or another, this was your life now, and once the kids were born you wouldn’t go back and change a thing about it. A few months ago, she probably would have gone back and beat you near death for getting her pregnant, but now, even if she refused to admit it, sometimes, you knew Roxy’s feelings about it have changed.
Once the pups were born you would have a full family, you as father, Roxy as your wife and mate, and all your kids. Raising them the best you could, which will be a struggle at times, seeing how neither of you have any experience raising kids. You kept these thoughts up until you felt a kiss on your head and heard a happy sigh from Roxy, all while listening to the heartbeats of your kids soon to come.
‘It's perfect...’ You think to yourself, finally letting sleep take you as you enjoy being near your mate and litter.
* * * *
“FUCKFUCKFUCK!” Roxy screamed, clenching nearly everything in her body as pain consumed her. “ANON! IT'S FUCKING TIME!”
She screams, her hands grip her stomach and her crotch as she felt herself going into labor. You instantly dropped everything, causing an entire stack of plates to crash to the ground. But that was nowhere near thoughts once you heard Roxy’s words.
“Shit! Really?!” You ask, rushing over to her.
Roxy growls and grabs the collar of your shirt, “No! This is a test! I am doubled over in pain for no reason! EITHER YOU GET ME TO YOUR DAMN HOSPITAL OR I AM GIVING BIRTH RIGHT FUCKING HERE!”
Your eyes shrink and you quickly lift her up with the strength you've managed to build up and started carrying her to the hospital, going as fast as you possibly could, while also trying to make sure she was okay as you took her there. With your luck, it wasn’t too far, but as soon as you got there, you kicked the doors open and ran straight to the front desk, where a handful of doctors and nurses quickly helped you by placing Roxy onto a gurney and taking her to a room of her own.
You had warned the hospital this was going to be happening soon, but you had no way to let them know ahead of time. Thanks to a few words from Twilight they maintained extra readiness for this even though they had never helped someone other than a pony give birth.
“It's going to be over soon, just breath,” you say, walking beside the gurney, holding her hand, and trying your best to comfort her, which you quickly regret.
“BITCH! DON’T TELL ME TO BREATH!” She screamed, the pain being something she would have never expected before, and it was like the fires of hell were lit in her pelvis, “THIS IS YOUR FUCKING FAULT YOU FUCK BOY!” She screamed even louder, her hand suddenly gripping yours with nearly unbearable strength, and getting tighter with each passing second.
You bite your lip as she started crushing your hand, it hurt, but it was nothing compared to what she was going through. You even started feeling guilty for the fact that this was ultimately your fault, for having her experience this pain.
“Ma’am, you have to hold still! We have to move you to the bed, your water has broken your pups are on the way,” a nurse said as Roxy ignored her, thrashing about with her other arm, trying to attack anything that got near her, with you being the only exception
“She's being combative!” One of the doctors yells as they keep trying to get everything under control, trying to make the delivery just a little bit easier, but it was a fruitless effort.
That was until a blood-curdling roar came from Roxy as she eventually laid back, her legs spread apart. The pain became even more excruciating, and the sound of breaking bones could be heard, as you look down, you notice Roxy was almost officially crushing your hand and breaking every bone in it.
The doctor took this time to at least move her into one of the hospital's room as you were losing your hand to your mate's death grip. But once they moved her, she slashed at them again; her labor, as well as the fact that it's her first litter, made her want nothing more than to be alone with her mate. Some of the nurses even tried to restrain her arms to the side of the bed, but her claws cut through the leather straps and even scratched up the nurses while they were made their attempt.
“Roxy I am...fuck...here...” You say, holding back tears as your broken hand starts to lose feeling, but you move down, motioning for the doctor and nurses to back up and give her some space.
She managed to sense the others were backing away, allowing her to relax a bit, still flat out crushing your already broken hand, then, all of a sudden, her back arched and she tossed her head back, onto the pillow, shouting out in pain, “JUST END IT!!”
“You have to push, Roxy! You have to push now, or they won’t make it!” You shout to her as you tried to think of how to handle this like a human pregnancy because she was an anthropomorphized dog, or just like a normal dog birth like one of your friend's pets at home when you were kids. Scared the hell out of you then, scaring the shit out of you now.
While you let her still grip your limp hand you move to see if you could see what was happening below. To say it was horrifying was an understatement but you keep your stomach down from it perch of expelling your breakfast to help Roxy along, “PUSH!” You shout to her as she groans and starts pushing.
Soon you saw something start to form and pushes its way out as Roxy put some effort into pushing out the first of the litter. It looked to be fully Diamond Dog as the small fleshy pup slid out, Roxy screaming as she forced it out. It was completely covered in hair, looked to take fully after Roxy as it squirmed around taking its first breaths of fresh air. Another comes out looking to have a human upper half, but you didn’t have time to admire each one.
As each one breached and took their first breath of air, the doctors wanted to take them and wrap them up, but Roxy, and even yourself would growl whenever one got too close, your eyes impaling them with death glares. As there was a pause between some of the pups, you saw that Roxy looked as she was close to passing out from the pain, you could tell it was going to be bad, but it must have been worse than you feared, but you were too worried about your children to think too much about it at the time.
* * * *
An hour later you were having your hand wrapped as Roxy now laid on a new sheet, on a clean hospital bed, her pups against her, each one taking turns feeding from her. In the end she had a litter of 5 pups, two of them looking like a pure diamond dog, like Roxy, while another two looked to be half diamond dog, half human, and the last one was almost fully human, only having a nub where their tail would potentially grow in, once they were older.
The second your broken hand was finished being wrapped, you walked over and joined Roxy on the bed. She was too tired to say anything, only smiling as she feeds each pup. Their whimpers and cries as they flopped around over top of one another, the sight of them made you proud and relaxed that they looked healthy from what you could tell. The doctors tried to take another look at all of you, but you made the doctors leave you and your family be, and they finally gave up after they noticed you constantly growling, absentmindedly at them.
Once you joined Roxy, you felt one of the pups bump against you, you look down to see one of them nestling against you, finding comfort in your presence, and bringing up a feeling of warmth to your heart. Roxy was, of course, the first one they imprinted on, but with you being their father, nature made sure to lead them to you, once you were close enough to them.
“Our little bundles of joy...” You whisper to yourself as they all whine and shuffle between you and Roxy, instinctually crawling towards warmth and protection.
Roxy, with a level of gentleness you never knew she was capable of, moved each one to lay against the two of you. “if you ever knock me up again... you're gonna wish you were never born...” She whispers, just loud enough for you to hear.
“And there it is...” You roll your eyes while chuckling, kinda glad she wouldn’t totally change, just from having a litter of pups.
“Once I can move, we have to take them to the cave before they open their eyes...” She manages, her head now resting on a pillow after the final pup finished feeding.
You were shocked she still wanted to take them to someplace like that, even this soon after the birth, but before you could rebel she covered your mouth, “They are my pups... I know what I am doing... Even this little guy.” She said licking the one that was the full human one who cried was crying the most of the bunch but cooed relaxing and nuzzling Roxy.
You relax now knowing she wouldn’t do anything to hurt them, “Alright. If you think it is best...We will still need to be careful...”
She rolls her eyes but lays her head down on your chest as all the pups were full and yawning already falling asleep in a cute pile between the both of you. You see Roxy struggling to stay awake, but you kiss her head knowing she had been through a lot and she needed the rest. You gave each other a knowing look as you would keep watch over her and your pups, and with that, she collapsed her head onto your chest out like a light.
“Rest easy Roxy...” You whisper as you see a tired smile on her muzzle, and her tail curling around the pups and herself and she pulls herself and pups close to you, she now felt fully safe in your presents and was happier than ever before.