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All of Me (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

"I'm sorry, Rocco, really.." She muttered, the muzzle looped tight over his snout and his hands bound as she worked his knot with her hand. This was the best she could do for him, and the bondage seemed to be enough to satiate his raging lust and the tedium of a simple handjob.
 
He arched and howled behind the muzzle, his knot throbbing hard. It worked, it always worked. But, he still didn't like asking her.
 
She did her best for him, always saying she didn't mind helping him. Helping him and hearing him moan and beg always drove her wild, but she could never bring herself to act on it. So she watched him and stroked him to ease his terrible aches.
 
Nine months felt like such a long time. She felt so bad for him. Even with her easing his aches, they seemed to get worse for him. The girls at work said he was tense a lot of the time when she came by to share lunch. She would have to make it up to him.
 
Finally, the time was upon them. Nine long, tense months, and Rocco was pacing outside of her room in the hospital.
 
He could hear her crying and whimpering as she delivered, swearing and sobbing as she passed the new lives she had grown. Soon, her cries died down and was replaced with the soft wheeking of pups. When they finally let him in, Goldie was cradling the twins in her arms, nuzzling them and cooing gently before looking up at Rocco with exhausted eyes. They were so small, their fur as messy and curly as Goldie's was but with his black and brown patterns.
"Boys..." Goldie whispered happily, "Two handsome, healthy little boys.."
 
"They look so much like you.." She laughed weakly, tears pricking her eyes, "I was thinking about naming them Aaron and Ian..."
 
She offered him to hold the biggest of the two sons, smiling softly, "Here...this is Aaron.." She told him, the wheeking pup squirming in her arms.
 
He took the child and held it, smiling. After filling out the paperwork and handing the children to the nurses, Rocco pet Goldie's hair as she slept.
 
She looked so tired, even as she slept, his gentle pets seeming to help soothe her. Her fur was matted and caked in sweat; were she able to see herself she would probably make a remark on how much of a mess she was.
 
Her ear twitched gently at the sound of his voice but she didn't wake up, exhausted from giving him two healthy sons.
 
The time came, and they were discharged from the hospital. Rocco helped her back into the apartment, and helped put the twins into their cribs. Things were slowly returning to normal, both of them taking care of the pups, and both of them trying to catch sleep when they could. Eventually, this leveled out too.
 
She was so happy with them, always playing with them and talking to them. Her hormones were still trying to balance out, she wasn't repulsed when Rocco came to touch or kiss her now.
 
By this point, it had nearly been a year since they'd been together. Rocco was still trying his best, but he was still incredibly tense
 
One day, while he was in the home gym trying to distract himself, Goldie came in and stood by him, "How's it going, stud?"
 
He made a noise. "Yeah?" He didn't want to get his hopes up, was she talking about what he thought she was talking about?
 
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