Dream SMP Mpreg Requests (Closed)

Yeanling (SchlattxWilbur)

Request: Schlatt is giving birth to Tubbo alone, and just looks at the baby sheep and wondering why Wilbur left them and thinking what he will do now.(Wilbur and Schlatt were a couple, but they broke up. Wilbur didn't know that Schlatt was pregnant when he left, and Schlatt only found out weeks later).

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Maybe, having forgotten the small detail that he was pregnant hadn't been Schlatt's best move (he hadn't actually forgotten it, it was impossible to forget something like that, he had just ignored it so vehemently that it was as if his condition wasn't even there). The hybrid gasped, curling over himself as he felt a contraction squeeze and harden his abdomen. This shit was starting to get serious.

The ram moaned a long bleat as a new pain nearly made his knees buckle, opting to sit on the sad excuse of a bed, which consisted of a pair of rugs (which he had stolen from the back of a wandering trader's llama), that were already soiled and gross on the hard floor of the cave that would apparently act as a lonely, makeshift delivery room for the labouring hybrid, whom contractions and a burst of water between his legs had caught by surprise while he wandered through the woods one afternoon, being forced to stumble to the first secluded spot he saw.

Even with the hot sweat running down his skin (which was lightly covered by a soft blanket of thin natural wool) and the poor insulation of the bundle of rags between his body and the stone, Schlatt shuddered violently when his body made contact with the ground beneath him. The damn place was freezing, something he was partly grateful for and at the same time he loathed. On one hand, he knew that he wasn't overheating thanks to the low temperature of the cave, and on the other, it was too damn much! The coldness of the stone that surrounded him and the gusts of air that entered from the mouth of the cave made him shiver miserably, half naked and soaked in the almost total darkness of the place, barely lit by a single torch stuck up in the wall beside him. Surely it would already be night outside, the ram had been in that torture for a few hours now.

Schlatt grunted as a particularly horrid contraction seemed to try to kill him from the inside. And he almost felt like he'd actually die. His hybrid identity was supposed to make it easier for him to reproduce; his animal side was (allegedly) made to ensure quick and easy births, but perhaps nature had forgotten that detail (or had decided to punish him), by not granting him that advantage, also laughing in his face by giving him the quality of ridiculously narrow hips.

Again a crushing contraction and Schlatt rested his forehead over his hands on the floor, his legs open and his knees on the cold, wet and bloody cloth, and he pushed. He pushed hard and relentlessly, forgetting to even breathe with the effort until his lungs began to burn from lack of air and white spots began to flicker under his closed eyelids, panting desperately when the pain subsided. The creature did not move.

"Getoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetout- get outta me!" Schlatt screeched in exasperation, bracing as he felt a new contraction coming and pushing almost furiously as he felt the pain reach its peak. "Fucking get out!"

Another contraction that came and went with the same zero progress as before.

The idea that the child could be too big for his body flashed through Schlatt's mind, making him feel a horrible pit in his stomach. There was a possibility that it was the case. That the creature might have gotten stuck in his canal. His pelvis was absurdly small, even for a normal-sized yeanling getting out of his body would be difficult.

His species tended to have short labors and smooth births, mostly because the lambs were small when they came out of their mothers (mothers who also had adequate pelvises), but the little bastard in his belly was not quite a lamb. And Schlatt wasn't even sure what it was exactly.