Fawn Crying Novels & Stories

Fawn’s face flushed with anger as she listened to her wolf. Deep down, she knew Willow was right, but admitting it was another matter entirely. Her carefully constructed world was crumbling around her, and the worst part was that it was happening in public, where everyone could witness her downfall. -You don’t understand!- Fawn hissed back at her wolf. -I deserve to be Luna. She’s nothing but a weak, pathetic excuse for a she-wolf who can’t even stand up for herself.-

I stood in the doorway and watched and felt something complicated that I didn't try to name. My phone rang. A work call that couldn't wait. I went into the study and closed the door and joined the conference. Twenty minutes in, my Gamma knocked. "Alpha. Finn is crying." I ended the call without explanation. Finn was standing near the sofa with tears running down his face, stiff and small and silent in the way children were when they were trying not to make it worse. Lilian stood in front of him with her hands on his shoulders. "Just say it again," she was saying. "Louder this time."

I then watched as Heather moved her head downward a bit, extended her tongue all the way, and then leaned in and pushed it into Fawn's cunt-hole as deep as she could get it, mashing her face against her drenched pussy, and rubbing her clit with her nose. As Heather gently rocked her head, forcing her pretty face even harder into Fawn's cunt, the girl arched her back, pressed her fingers against the back of Heather's head, and let out a high-pitched whine that I was sure was an accompaniment to her pussy erupting into Heather's mouth.

Again and again he repeated this, cleaning the newborn’s airways. Then he slapped the fawn’s side sharply with his open palm. Once. Twice. Three times. The small body twitched suddenly, then gave a weak bleating cry. A profound relief swept through me. The doe, hearing her baby, lifted her head weakly and began licking the fawn, cleaning it of birth fluids despite her exhaustion. I sat back on my heels, my hands covered in blood, my mind miles away. Five years ago. Another rainy night. Another birth in the wilderness.

He grabbed a glass of water, and tilted his head back to swallow it. - Fanny had another dream. In her dreams, there was always a child crying out for his mother. He was so small and chubby. Sometimes, he glowed white, as if he was radiating light. Other times, he seemed to frown. His eyes kept staring at her, and he never stopped calling out, "Mommy! Mommy, why don't you want me?" Fanny watched as he crawled towards her with great effort. She really wanted to hug him, but she couldn't control her body. She kicked at him, telling him to go away.

Fia instantly cried in her dreams as she suddenly crouched down from her pain. She turned around and looked toward where the crying was coming from, and saw a plump baby crawling toward her on the ground. The baby crawled toward her as it cried. The baby’s eyes, as black as grapes, began to become tearful. The tears flowed, and they slowly became scarlet. Very quickly, the baby’s face was covered in tears of blood. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… I couldn’t protect you… I’m so sorry…” Fia was stuck in a nightmare as her tears rolled like an unending stream.

Needed to hold and keep safe. Farren shook her head, letting some of her pin-straight tendrils fall on her face. "I keep hearing the bullets hit things. Seeing Priamos fall to the ground." She grimaced and pulled her arms tightly across her chest. Sinking into a crouch, I placed my hand on her extended foot. Farren recoiled. Brought her legs slightly up and out of my reach. This stirred the fawn. Bambi, they had all started calling him. Those doe eyes settled on me. Brushed me off and curled back into the girl. She had started to aimlessly pet it. Soothing either her nerves or his.

“I-I’m fine. But–” I followed his gaze. There was a doe nearby. She was bleeding– the red trailed behind her in wet puddles. Her breath was labored and toned with rough keening sounds. “I wanted to help,” Colby mumbled, wiping his nose on his sleeve. “But she won’t let me close. But, she’s in so much pain– and she has babies, and– we can’t leave her like this.” Sure enough, in the bushes nearby I spotted several fawns. Wobbly-legged and tiny– too young to survive on their own.

I can’t wait to meet you, Rafe. I’m expecting to feel confusion or offense through my bond with the baby, but instead I hear the tiniest, garbled wail. It almost sounds like a person speaking underwater, only much for garbled and high pitched. My eyes widen as I realize that our unborn pup is crying within my womb – for the first time. Sinclair looks at me in surprise and absolute misery as we reach the same conclusion: Rafe understands. And he is not happy. ________________

Like a child, she allowed her tears run down her face, mingling with the raindrops. “Please, Amara,” She sniffed, her hands cupping her face. “I know what I did was wrong, but please, give me a chance, just a minute, I’d apologize and…and…I’ll even go as far as groveling!” Fiona’s voice cracked and her cries got louder. The sound was heart wrenching, almost pitiful and Amara had to blink twice to make sure that she was actually witnessing what was happening. Did Fiona…was she…crying?