The Kits 4 A couple more months had passed, during that time Bob got used to eating pretty gross food. He was a little hesitant to eat raw meat, especially from rodents. He knew he had to toughen up his stomach for what was going to happen to him. It didn't help that he felt a bit sick for about a week and a half after the mating, guess foxes aren't immune to morning sickness. Felix had seemed to be concerned but Bob was able to reassure him it was totally normal, at least Bob thought it was normal. The fresh meat tasted actually not bad but the somewhat rotten meat still made him a little gaggy. He was trying to fatten himself up so he had a little more leeway after giving birth. He couldn't believe he lived long enough to think that thought. He practiced his hunting skills as much as he could before he would became tied up with little foxes. He was wondering if he was actually getting fatter or if it was a bunch of little foxes in there. Maybe a little bit of both. He wondered how many were in there, He wasn't sure how many he wanted, maybe just a medium amount. What if he had too many?, he only had 8 nipples. They don't make Y adapters for fox nipples. Despite his worries he actually felt pretty damn good these days. He noticed his nipples had gotten quite a bit larger, once they started leaking milk he knew there wasn't much time left. He licked a nipple out of curiosity, he never tasted fox milk before. It pretty much tasted how he expected, warm and a little gross. He felt quite restless, He knew that was another sign, he wasted no time collecting some towels from the abandoned house. Felix helped him as they chose the least dirty towels and they dragged them underneath an old shed. Bob didn't want the kits in the dirt right after birth. He wanted to make sure everything was as set up as good as possible, he didn't want to worry about anything other than the kits. All Bob knew about fox birth he learned after watching one of those nature shows, hopefully with that and a little bit of common sense things will work out. He wasn't super confident though, he didn't have any fox instincts, let alone vixen instincts, or at least he didn't think he did. At least he had Felix for encouragement. A few hours later he started to feel crampy, it wasn't too bad at first but slowly got worse. It was time he thought, better not screw this up. Nothing was coming out yet, he wondered how long it would take that damn cervix to open up enough to let his kits out, that is where most of the pain would come from. He knew it could take hours, that sucks. As the cramps got worse he would sometimes yelp. Felix stayed next to him trying to comfort him. The cramps became full blown contractions, Bob started leaking bloody liquid from his vulva. Finally some damn progress he thought. He hoped nothing broke in there, lots of moving parts. He tried not to worry, let nature and maybe God do their thing. At some point he felt the urge to push. He didn't know if it was too early. He figured he would trust his body. Felix seemed a bit nervous and shied away. Bob had to reassure him, he knew sometimes instinctually the male would give the vixen extra space during the actual birthing. Bob wanted Felix there though as long as Felix was okay with that. Bob was pushing as hard as he could, he was panting and drooling. Finally after what seemed like forever something was coming out of himself. Felix stared wide eyed. After a couple more pushes the first sack containing a little fox finally came out. Bob was a bit exhausted but knew the clock was ticking, he had to rip the sack open and lick the little fox until it was breathing. He thought he would be grossed out but noticed he didn't really give a shit. He carefully bit the sack open and got the little fox out and he furiously licked the little fox until he was satisfied she was breathing fine. He carefully bit the tiny umbilical cord roughly about an inch from her belly. He moved the little kit to a nipple and she latched on. Whoa that felt strange, he thought. He squeezed out the placenta, He briefly thought about just discarding it, it looked pretty gross. It is calories though shouldn't really waste it. He choked it down, yech. Well the worst one is the first one he figured. How many are left? Not a clue. He took as much time as he could to rest until the second little fox decided to come out. This one came out a lot easier. He repeated the procedure and moved this kit, a male, to another nipple. Still got 6 left he thought. He gulped down the second placenta with barely a second thought. He didn't have much time to rest before the third fox came out. He had no problem with this fox, another female. Once she was attached to a nipple he was satisfied. He gobbled up the third placenta. He kind of expected more kits, but that was all. They had mated 5 times, but he figured it was God's RNG. Maybe it was for the best as neither of them had any experience with kits. It would be easier to keep them well fed. He wondered if he would go through all that again next year, maybe. He was still a bit sore down there. He looked at all the bloody liquid all over the towel and all over him. Once he and the kits were clean and dry he would get rid of the towel. While the pain was mostly over, the grossness was just beginning. He wasn't looking forward to eating fox crap and pee for the next few months. Felix snuggled next to him and Bob was overjoyed to be able to get some sleep.