Delphox Dilemma#5


Lying on a cliff overlooking the swamps Goodra shifted his position as he watched Delphox waddle her way through the thick swamp grass. Six months had passed since Braixen had kitted on Goodra’s floor & unexpectedly evolving in the process. 
Finishing her evolution just as her final kit was born, an exhausted Delphox lay in a puddle of her juices, panting & crying at her helplessness. Her three kits already bundles of energy, they wobbled slowly up to their mother’s chest & latched onto her engorged breasts, feeding on their rancid contents. Feeling her kits latch onto her tits for the first time, Delphox tried to shake them off, to voice her dislike & discomfort at what was happing but was too exhausted to do so, a fact that Goodra loved. Goodra loved Delphox’s obvious dislike of her kits, as to him nothing was hotter than her misery. Looking over the kits, Goodra saw that one was a Goomy, one was a Fennekin, & one appeared to be a strange hybrid of the two. Over the next few days, Goodra watched in delite as Delphfox seemingly went through all stages of grief regarding her kits. Finally coming to a grim acceptance that they were hers & she was stuck with them regardless of how she felt about the matter. Once this happened Goodra immediately kicked all four out of his den, Forcing Delphox to face the challenges of the swamp as a new mother.
Delphox tried to fight at first, she had her pride & would carve out a life in the swamp through hard work & grit just like the other Mon’s. This quickly failed. Having evolved early & under the worst conditions, Delphox had very little control or understanding of her power & was unable to effectively use them for anything. Watching from afar, Goodra was there to witness all of this & was gitty with excitement once Delhpox, tired, sore, & hungry finally gave in & offered herself to a Scolipede for a night in exchange for a dry bed & some food. Delphox was sure this would be a one-time thing. 
Waddling her was across the swamp with her kits in tow, Delphox made her way to one of her regulars. It had not been a  one-time thing. Her reputation quickly growing, Delphox found herself surrounded by more & more Mon’s looking for her services. At first, it seemed fine, she did it once so what’s a few more times? But a few times soon became all the time & before Delphox knew it, any battle experience she had faded away & sex became her daily routine. Pausing to catch her breath, Delphox caught a glimpse of her reflection in a nearby pond. Recoiling in horror, Delphox was ashamed of just how bad she looked. For a week or so, after the births, Delphfox looked somewhat decent, her dirty fur was vibrant, & her skin had lively plumpness. After that everything went wrong. Delphox’s body started to sag, her fur faded, & her eyes dimmed. Now, standing there at the edge of the pond, Delphox’s saggy stomach had a massive blackhole belly button, covered in deep pockets of cellulite. Her vag, a saggy red meat curtain that constantly leaked fluid making her inner thighs sticky. Delphox’s ass & thighs which had swelled to even greater proportions since her evolution sagged as well, hanging heavily off her body with cellulite coating almost every inch of skin. Delphox’s breasts were the worst by far though. they hung like pendulums, ending in rough areola & nasty rubbery nipples.
What truly upset Delphox though was her eyes & fur. As a Delphfox she was meant to have a vibrant glossy coat & bright clean eyes. She had none of that. Instead, her mud-caked fur was muted & matted & her eyes were cloudy dim & hopeless. Delphox would never admit it to herself but she had become just another piece of swamp trash. No matter how implausible it seemed, Delphox still believed she was a warrior. Sure she was going through a rough patch but she could turn it around, all she needed was a chance & then a new trainer would be sure to claim her. In reality, the pokemon rangers who patrolled the swamp had already spotted Delphox & had placed her on the do not capture list. Stating that while she was a released Mon & not normally protected, it was clear She had already acclimated to the Swamps ecosystem & had kited, making her protected breeding stock.
Moments later Delphox was yanked out of her daydreaming by the mewling of her kits, as usual, they were hungry. Huffing annoyedly, Delphox  Picked up the Fenniken & the hybrid. Thankfully the Goomy absorbed nutrients from the ground since Delphox only had two breasts. Sticking the annoying kits to her nasty breasts, Delophox winced as they latched on & began sucking the rancid sludge from her rancid tits. All ready butterballs from drinking her sludge, Delphox smiled slightly at her girls. Even with everything that had happened Delphox had come to love her kits, even if they did annoy the heck out of her. If only she knew what was in store for them. No way that the swamp would let three prime future breeders go. Finishing her Kits feeding, Delphox yawned & stretched before resuming her trek to her regulars den.
As the sun began to set, Delphox, huffing & puffing made it to her regulars den were a massive Mudsdale awaited her. Unbeknownst to Braixen though, Goodra had made it their hours before her &, in exchange for some of his territory, was assured by Mudsdale that before the night was done, Delphox would be pregnant with her next litter of kits.