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A lineart commission from horsefever that I colored and is based off a scene from a wonderful story that Rahheemme wrote <3

It was the beginning of April and the outside air was pleasingly warm without the usual humidity that would set in as they neared summer. Recent thunderstorms had left an earthy scent on the wind as it blew through the open windows of the farmhouse. As the sun was setting behind it, the lights inside gleamed like eyes against the darkening landscape.

Chey’s baby belly had finally stopped growing ‘out’ and instead had begun to grow heavier and tighter. There was very little give to her stomach anymore, which Lynn described as feeling like an over-inflated volleyball. This served to make the kicks and punches of their pup that much easier to feel. The doctor had told Cheyanne and Lynn that, as the pup became more engaged in Chey’s birth canal, that he’d have less room to move. This apparently didn’t stop him from trying, which forced Cheyanne to feel every wiggle and every poke against the inside of her belly.

Inside, Cheyanne sat on the couch, slumped back far enough to stretch her legs apart in front of her and her head to rest on the back. Her pregnant belly, only a month away from term, sat heavily in her lap, forcing her to spread her thighs apart and would sooner-than-later make her legs fall asleep. She rested her hands on her belly, smoothing her fur down and poking self-consciously at her protruding bellybutton, poking far out in front from the pressure of her womb.

Read more at... Cheyanne: Southern Comfort Part 1

Art (C) horsefever
www.furaffinity.net/view/25675…
Story and snippet by Rahheemme
Cheyenne (C) Me

Description
A lineart commission from horsefever that I colored and is based off a scene from a wonderful story that Rahheemme wrote <3

It was the beginning of April and the outside air was pleasingly warm without the usual humidity that would set in as they neared summer. Recent thunderstorms had left an earthy scent on the wind as it blew through the open windows of the farmhouse. As the sun was setting behind it, the lights inside gleamed like eyes against the darkening landscape.

Chey’s baby belly had finally stopped growing ‘out’ and instead had begun to grow heavier and tighter. There was very little give to her stomach anymore, which Lynn described as feeling like an over-inflated volleyball. This served to make the kicks and punches of their pup that much easier to feel. The doctor had told Cheyanne and Lynn that, as the pup became more engaged in Chey’s birth canal, that he’d have less room to move. This apparently didn’t stop him from trying, which forced Cheyanne to feel every wiggle and every poke against the inside of her belly.

Inside, Cheyanne sat on the couch, slumped back far enough to stretch her legs apart in front of her and her head to rest on the back. Her pregnant belly, only a month away from term, sat heavily in her lap, forcing her to spread her thighs apart and would sooner-than-later make her legs fall asleep. She rested her hands on her belly, smoothing her fur down and poking self-consciously at her protruding bellybutton, poking far out in front from the pressure of her womb.

Read more at... Cheyanne: Southern Comfort Part 1

Art (C) horsefever
www.furaffinity.net/view/25675…
Story and snippet by Rahheemme
Cheyenne (C) Me