Shadow and I

Chapter 3 - The Birth

After 3 months filled with vigorous, animalistic sex burning with the flame of passion and bliss, I went into labor. Most people would say that giving birth was the most agonizing moment in their life, they would talk about the feeling of their bones compressing from the pressure of pushing so hard, about the veins under their skin almost exploding, but for me.. for me birth was a beautiful and intimate moment with Shadow the Hedgehog. Amidst the screams of pain and cries of torment, I spotted Shadow across from me. His face appeared smudged due to the tears in my eyes, like a stroke of paint on the canvas of a masterpiece. My hand was placed softly in the grasp of his paw, his quills were gentle and comforting, his grasp felt like the very sentiment of safety, like my soul had find solace in his furry fingertips. He leaned over and wiped the tears that flowed down my face and lent over to my ear.

"You have no idea how hard seeing you scream like this is making me," he whispers delicately, his quills brushing against my neck causing an oscillation of goosebumps to erect over my body, "it reminds me of how you scream my name whilst my girthy monster cock tears apart your sloshing tight pussy."

My face must have been as vermilion as the blood that leaked from me on the 11th of September for I felt my face burn as lust scorched its mark into my flesh. From the corner of my eyes, I saw a sly, impish smirk wash over Shadow's snout as he slowly moved away, lowering his gaze to intake each curve of my vulnerable, naked body. I managed to move my neck downwards so my eyes were level with his groin, and I saw his cock, hard and waiting as he held back his primitive sexual urges to take me then and there on that hospital bed. A wetness oozed from my pussy, and I gave birth in serenity, knowing the solace of his cock awaited me at home after. However, when the baby was finally presented to us, to our dismay, we found it had down syndrome. It was a male by birth, but its vulgar, troglodytic face can be described as nothing less than disgusting and hauntingly deformed. A sickness consumed us both as we starred emotionless into its unlovable eyes. We decided to name it Baby Gronk, a name as vile and distasteful as him.

Letting that creature suckle on my teat each day, draining me of my womanhood, made me feel dirty and tainted to my bones. Shadow became withdrawn, unlike the caring and intimate man he had been before. Where we once fell asleep in each other's arms turned to nights spent in separate rooms. I cared for the child merely because I felt it was my fault for birthing such a disgrace, it was my womb which had poisoned his being, my womb which had created this monster. I knew Shadow didn't feel the same, I knew it was not me he became withdrawn from, just the idea of that furry down syndrome chimera sickened him, he couldn't bring himself to be in its presence. I guess you may be thinking about how evil we are for hating our child for having down syndrome, but that wasn't just it. To understand our hatred of this brute you must know of the extent of its hideousness. The baby had quills sparsely emerging from swollen, inflated pores like pimples that had burst with spines rather than puss. It had the slanted, upturned eyes many with down syndrome have, but its eyeballs were that of a hedgehog, beady and black, protruding from its pale, bald eyelids. It had a snout with a flat, human nose bridge, but the leathery brown tip of a hedgehog with thin pink lips curling out underneath it that seemed to be constantly shaped into a snarl as if it were mocking us. In a year, its teeth had grown to the number of a hedgehog's but the shape of a humans, with two sharp and pointed canines poking through its top gums, and a row of small and plentiful molars springing through its bottom. To look upon its face caused one to feel a petrification that paralyzed your very soul. I became confined from the world, desperately attempting to conceal the ignominious beast which had sprouted from the sapling Shadow planted in my womb. I believe Shadow knew how dire I was to be rid of this burden, he saw my skin grow paler from the lack of sun I had begun to have, he heard me vomiting all through the night from the deep disgust that lay in my core, he heard my foot steps grow slighter and lighter as my flesh rotted from my bones due to the constant sickness which prohibited me from eating. I think for this reason, Shadow murdered Baby Gronk. I think if he had seen me living finely with the creature, he would have learned to live in peace with it, but seeing me decomposing day by day from the repungance that loomed in my quintessence pushed him to what he did. I had just layed Baby Gronk down to rest in his cot and went to lock the door. The door was made of a thick layer of osmium, the weight of the metal could not be moved by hands, meaning the door could only be opened by electrical means. Shadow and I decided that, for precaution, the door should only be allowed to be opened by placing your hand on a screen which would detect if the hand print as mine or his and trigger the mechanics of the door, causing it to open. Even then, there were 5 hefty padlocks which could only be opened by a master key (which was hidden in a box in a secret room behind a bookshelf with similar security to the door) and a safe dial with his birthday, which nobody except Shadow and I knew as we had burnt its birth certificate, and killed all the nurses who beared witness to the birth, similar to how we killed the man who made the door. We had to make sure nobody ever knew of Baby Gronk, ya feel? For his face could be used as a psychological and biological war weapon. Whilst locking the second padlock, Shadow came to me and took it from my hands, kissing me on my forehead as he did so.

"Go lie down my beautiful slim-thicc princess, daddy will take care of this for his mamas." He demanded.

I did as he insisted and went to lay in our bed, when Shadow entered the bedroom, his fur on his underbelly was matted with blood and there was a changed air about him, one of duty and necessity, like he had completed the task which needed to be done. I instantly knew what he had done. He walked coldly past me, glancing at me with a side eye as he did so, and entered the bathroom. I knew he was scared that I would hate him for what he had done for we shared a beautiful connection which allowed us to almost read each others thoughts and emotions, Shadow the Hedgehog really is my soulmate. Little did he know, this act of mercy would heal me from the deep melancholic trans I had been in for a year. In elation, I jumped up and immediately ran into Baby Gronk's nursery. The nursery was completely black. The walls were layered with 5 layers of sound proof, covered by thick concrete layers to ensure no sound escape. After that, the walls were plastered and painted black. There were no light or windows, just an empty black and dark room with a singular crib placed in the middle. I traversed slowly into the void, peering into the crib, in it I saw Gronk's lifeless body. Shadow had not only killed it, but completely tortured it as if he wanted revenge on it for stealing the soul of his precious wife. Its flesh was mangled and displaced and oozing out of countless lacerations was dark, scarlet blood. I dared not touch its corpse, as if its blood would infect me and change me into one of him. Like it was some perished zombie which lay before me. Its carcass was mutilated and disfigured as though Shadow had tried to rid the world of its ugliness. The scene was gory yet beautiful, for it marked the death of something which embodied horror itself.