Jeepers Creepers 2: The Tiff

Prologue

I'm baaaaaack! With another story! Though maybe not too long, there will be another surprise not involving this. Fair warning up ahead, Corbin is giving birth. Well, laying the eggs. I own nothing, but this story and the drawings.

To say the Creeper was zen in this situation, would be a big fat lie. Luckily, delivery of newborns isn't new to Corbin since she helped deliver her fair share in the past; though she never expected it to be her giving birth. With the factor that her mate never delivered a baby, she'll have to do her best to guide him through it.

' Here. '

The Creeper raised a cup of water to Corbin's lips, which she gratefully downed. When she finished, the Creeper takes the cup away and opts to rub his mate's swollen stomach. In the midst of anxiety, the Creeper couldn't help the purr that escapes him as he nuzzles up to his mate.

Corbin returns the gesture, and despite the constant throbs she felt in her lower region, returned a smile feeling her mate's excitement and anticipation.

" I cannot wait to meet them as well."

The Creeper nods eagerly to this but frowns at the echoes of pain he can feel in his lower region knowing, through their connection, that those are only faint compared to what she is really feeling.  Feeling this going on in his head, Corbin rubs her knuckles to his cheek.

" Hey, it's natural. My body is simply working to push them out."

Corbin then leans back on the pillows that were propped for her back. She lets out a sigh, with, what the Creeper feels, disappointment. Before he could ask what was the source, Corbin catches onto this.

" I kinda wish that I'm giving a live birth, instead of laying eggs. I just want to meet them you know? Hear their cries as they take their first breathe and hold them in my arms as I nurse them." 

Her mate nods in understanding, weaving his fingers through her mane.

' I know whatcha mean, but will just have to wait a bit longer.'

Corbin cringed as another wave of pain racks her body, reacting by grabbing the Creeper's arm with an iron grip. Her body now working overtime with the contractions becoming more frequent, and with the feeling of liquid pulling between her legs, Corbin knew it has officially begun. 

Corbin switches to mind speak as she knows her voice will fail her, as her body readies to push the eggs out.

' Hopefully, it will be short as my pregnancy when they hatch. Hand me a rag or something to bite on!'

The Creeper rushes to find something for his mate to bite on, as for her not to bite her own tongue off. Knowing he'll need something hard because of her sharp fangs; he grabs a humerus and inserts into her mouth. Mentally saying a quick thanks, she bites down on it relieving her of the ache in her jaw.

' Though we have to wait, it will be worth it in the end. For good things come to those who wait.'

Corbin advises her mate, muffled roar being heard at a powerful contraction that ripples through her. She starts to huff at an irregular pace, as the first wave of contractions that came at a steady frequency. Corbin then breathes in and out according to her contractions, eventually able to steady herself.

' Castor oil! Please give me that, it'll help with the contractions.'

The Creeper reaches for the bottle of yellow oil and unscrewed the lid. He then puts it to Corbin's lips after removing the bone from her mouth. Corbin forces herself to swallow it with her face scrunched in disgust.