First-Time Mother

Everest panted as she climbed up the gentle hill, each rising step sapping just a tad more energy from her already stressed body, her claws digging into the dirt as she hauled her weight forwards little by little. The feral wolf thought back to just a handful of months ago, the exact same hill posing absolutely no issues to her whatsoever back then, easily clambering up and down it several times a day. She silently cursed her past decision to make her little den at the top of the rise, stopping for a moment to sit down and catch her breath. The canine looked down at her body, bending as best as she could to give her back and flank a few quick licks, taming her light purple fur, preferring to keep herself neat even when hunting for food. Everest glanced down at her inflated belly, huffing as she pushed her muzzle against it, feeling the pups inside gently moving around. She was amazed at just how incredibly big she had gotten, having already felt like she was about to burst more than a couple of weeks ago, her belly only steadily growing from there. The wolf had managed to find a mate during her heat about two months back, the few days filled with passionate and frantic breeding, Everest having managed to get knotted several times during the encounter with the male. She'd been through a few breeding seasons in the past, never getting knocked up with a litter before now. She was obviously well aware of the possibility of it, but she simply hadn't expected that this time would be the one, only realising what was happening when she felt the first effects of her pregnancy. Through the two month gestation period, she found herself becoming more and more reliant on the rest of her pack when it came to hunting for food, though Everest still liked to feel useful even in her current state, not wanting to just sit around in her den and have scraps tossed her way. She had spent most of the morning trying to track down a morsel to chow down on, only managing to ambush a single half-deaf squirrel during the several hours she had spent on the hunt, her efforts hindered by the difficulty of even just moving around. She felt the kick of one of her kids in her womb, closing her eyes and folding down her ears, her bushy tail wrapping around her belly as she moaned, the pups seeming particularly restless during the last couple of days for one reason or another. She waited for her breathing to steady before picking herself up off of the dusty ground, resuming her slow march back towards her home. 

Everest staggered up to her den, a small cubbyhole dug by her under a boulder, the entrance having recently been expanded slightly to accommodate the weight and heft that her pregnancy had added to her usually slim form. Her hideaway was slightly off to the side of the rest of her pack, being at the outskirts of the main group's lands, giving her some privacy and room. The wolf noticed a few stray field mice left right at the entrance of her den, one of her pack mates seemingly having anticipated how her less than successful hunt would end, Everest graciously accepting the generous donation and gobbling up the dinner without a second thought, wanting to stay in tiptop shape for tje sake of her unborn cubs. She flopped her flank down onto the ground with a tired whine, sitting still and surveying her surroundings, keeping her ears perked up for any signs of potential invaders. She found her mind quickly starting to wander astray, the female staring blankly ahead as she tried to guess how much longer she would have to wait before getting to take the next step in her motherhood. She didn't know how many pups she had in her womb, only able to guess and hope based on how many some of the other women in her pack had given birth to in the past. The pregnant canine didn't know whether to wish for a whole bunch of cubs, or as few as possible, simultaneously wanting to have a nice and big family but still wanting the birthing to go as smoothly as it could. Just as she felt her concentration starting to slip, the canine doubled over with a whimper, falling down onto the ground and rolling onto her back, curling up and moaning. She felt the litter inside of her getting restless once more, but this time felt different, much more powerful. Though she had absolutely no experience with pregnancies, she instinctively knew that it was time, she would soon be giving birth to her puppies. The contractions wracking havoc on her body calmed down somewhat after a few minutes, allowing her to struggle up to her feet once more, slowly stumbling towards her den. She had already made a little bedding of the dried leaves and soft moss that she had gathered up, gently laying down on the cushion with a sigh, shifting and turning around as she attempted to find a comfortable position. Everest yelped as another wave of contractions ambushed her, the wolf's legs shaking as she quickly forced her muzzle shut, her tail curled up to cover her spade. She was very nervous, for both herself as well as her children, having never gone through pregnancy before, not knowing what exactly to expect or what to do if something were to go wrong. She could do nothing except to try her best to relax and remain calm, letting nature run its course. 

Everest rolled onto her back and spread out her back legs, her eyes closed as she panted, her chest rising and falling in tandem with the rolling waves of contractions. She was slightly starting to regret her night of fooling around two months ago, dubious whether her sore body and racing heart were worth the male's company, no matter just how amazing it had felt back then. The feral wolf laid her front paws down on her belly, feeling her energetic pups, the signs of their good health helping to ease her nerves somewhat. Just as she was starting to get a tiny bit comfortable in her cozy little den, she suddenly felt a rush of something warm covering her nethers and flank, glancing down over her bulging stomach to see liquid glistening on the ground underneath her. Everest's water breaking was followed very quickly by another surge of contractions, even harder than before, the time between each shrinking rapidly. She let out a strained howl, shivering all over as she gasped for air and rolled onto her side, nuzzling her face into the pile of soft brushery as her back legs kicked the air. She began feeling movement down there, slowly but surely, knowing that the first of her litter was already eager to get out and join her. A slight peak of euphoria descended down on her, the fact that she'd soon be the mother for several cubs of her own finally hitting her, the warm thought wrapping all around her like a blanket, helping to at least ease the pain and the discomfort a little. Moaning with one eye open, she let her natural instincts take over, stopping trying to fight against her body and instead simply letting it do its thing, all of her previous anxiousness and doubts washing away, one of her paws clawing sharp slashes into the impacted ground below her. 

Everest's muzzle quivered as she pushed hard whenever her body ordered her to, her legs spread wide and her canine pussy slowly starting to widen, frantic growls and roars bouncing around in the cozy den as she struggled through the effort. Whenever there was a break in the contractions, the wolf would go entirely limp, panting out of exhaustion and unable to do anything except try her best to fill her lungs with fresh air, the exertion of the birth sapping every last drop of strength from her, the canine's limbs feeling as if they were made from pure and solid lead. She could sense the rest of her pack lingering near the entrance of her home, catching the occasional whiff of a familiar scent or hearing the scratch of paws on dirt nearby, the others having heard her strained howls. They decided to give Everest her own space, not wanting to intrude on the private moment unless she wished for them to do so, instead just sitting right outside and staying within hearing range in case there was an emergency of some kind. The soon-to-be mother continued her grunting and struggling, working through her labour little by little, softly whimpering while holding her breath as she finally felt the first of her litter pushing out from her spade, stretching her wide open, even wider than the knot of the male who had pumped the pups inside of her in the first place. With a loud and relieved groan, a cub slipped out from her pussy, tumbling down the short distance and onto her soft tail. The absolute sensation of satisfaction made Everest break down in grunts and moans, hormones surging through her entire body as she just barely managed to crack one of her eyes open, drool running down her cheek as she laid still, soaked in sweat. She had managed to successfully take the first step of her birth, but she was well aware that she still had a whole marathon stretching out before her, a big litter still fighting to get out of her womb. Even still, the momentary relief made the wolf smile as wide as she could, beaming with joy and pride, quickly shifting her focus on the very first of her pups who had managed to join her. 

Everest wrenched her head off of the floor and towards the cub, watching as the tiny canine slowly flailed and stumbled in an attempt to get upright, still completely blind and deaf, those senses not coming to him until after a few weeks of growing. To the new mom's delight, he quickly began squeaking and yipping in a frenzy, trying to call out to his mother in the new, completely unfamiliar world he was thrust into. The cub's vocalisations confirmed that he was indeed healthy and in good spirits, just as she had hoped and prayed. She quickly leaned down to gently nuzzle the pup, pushing and prodding him to guide him towards her side, tucking him against her belly to keep him warm while she pushed out the rest of his siblings. She carefully bathed him with her tongue, his whimpers going quiet as she lapped at him, content on resting after his exhausting first few minutes in the outside world. Everest poked her muzzle between the cub's back legs, curious to see whether her first offspring was a boy or a girl, discovering his sheath as she smiled softly, already thinking up names for the young male. Nestled against her side, she could already see the resemblance in him, his coat still bearing a slight purple tint just like hers, though it was also a fair bit darker and more grey, the litter's father leaving his mark on the puppies as well. Just as Everest lovingly curled herself around the tiny boy, her body decided to give her a reminder that she was still far from being done, the rest of the cubs being equally as eager to get out as the resting kid. She grimaced and bit down on one of her paws to suppress a pained moan as a hard contraction crashed against her like a tidal wave, her spade winking as she puffed, each pulse making her body clench up, squeezing the air out of her lungs and making her unable to concentrate on anything else. Her tongue hung out of her maw as she whined, nearly losing confidence in herself at first, the quiet whimpering of her cub forcing her to steel her nerves and continue pushing with renewed vigour. 

Everest groaned and gasped, completely losing track of time as she pushed out one cub after the other, the sun slowly creeping further and further down the sky, stretching out the shadows of the forest. Every time that one of the pups managed to slip out from between her tight pussy lips, she quickly checked the newborn out, making sure that they were healthy and giving them some reassurance that their mother was right there with them, very carefully grabbing them by the scruff of their necks and moving them to her side, letting the cubs all cuddle together in one pile. Between each pup, she had a few moments to catch her breath and try to relax, her brain foggy from the exhausting effort of the birth, the wolf unable to stay active and awake for a single second longer if it weren't for the cocktail of hormones keeping her going. Everest bit her lip and pushed through the pain and discomfort, flashes of scorching heat and and freezing cold keeping her on edge while she tossed and turned on the makeshift bed she had scrounged together, finally feeling like the insurmountable task was behind her as she pushed out the final cub with a soft groan, her throat sore and her voice just about entirely gone from all of the screaming she had been doing. She nabbed up the last kid and set him down alongside the rest of them, looking down at the pile of puppies with pure love in her eyes, panting as her tiny babies squealed for her attention. All in all, Everest had managed to give birth to six cub, two of them female and four male, each of them healthy and strong, the new mother smirking to herself as she imagined what a handful the group would be in just a few months, hoping that she wouldn't regret her night of feral lust too much while trying to simultaneously look after a handful of miniature tornadoes. 

Not long after being introduced to the outside world, all of the pups began quickly getting very peckish, their blind heads weakly rising off of the ground and spinning around as they barked for their mother, demanding their meals. Everest realised the issue at hand, rolling onto her side and presenting her still plump belly to the horde of ravenous puppies, very gingerly pushing each of the six around to guide them to her puffed up nipples, a few drops of her milk already leaking out and staining her fur, the birthing getting her body ready for what was to come. She patiently led the cubs to her nipples, making sure that each one had a free spot and stopping them from greedily stealing another's, helping them latch onto her before finally flopping her head down onto the ground. She sighed with a satisfied smile as she watched the puppies nursing on her, glowing with pure and unadulterated euphoria, feeling as if she could jump and prance all around the forest in joy, at least if she wasn't tired enough to fall unconscious if she even tried to lift up a paw. Everest knew that the rest of her pack would be extremely curious about the evening's events, wanting to know how her birthing had gone and dying to see the newborn angles, but all of that would have to wait for the following day, both she as well as the cubs were far too exhausted to take any nosey visitors. She glanced towards the entrance of her den, getting a glimpse of the burning orange sky through the treetops, dusk already having engulfed the land. The canine gently curled her upper body around the nursing puppies and closed her eyes, quickly falling asleep, her litter joining her one by one after drinking themselves full, cuddling up against her warm fur with milk-stained lips.