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Normally when sunlight beamed down on DogDay's face first thing in the morning, his eyes would snap open and he'd be ready to greet with world the second it did...
This was not one of those times.
The moment his eyes creaked open, his head was almost immediately bombarded with such intense pressure, it honestly felt like his head was about to explode and his eyes were about to be squeezed out of their sockets like toothpaste.
"Ffffuuuuck...." He swore.
And not only that, the sunlight that would typically fill him with joy, instead annoyed him to no end. With a pained groan and few deep breaths to prep, the orange spaniel heaved himself upright.
That turned out to be a massive mistake.
The moment he did, he was hit with sudden pain in this gut. He nearly buckled to his knees had he not propped himself up on his nightstand. A long, drawn out gurgle escaped his mouth as he clutched his abdomen. If he could describe it, the sensation was akin to being repeatedly stabbed while already being afflicted with a reach bad stomach bug.
Still, DogDay fought through the pain. He trudged up to the window with the full intention of closing the curtain all the way.
"Ow. Ow. Owww." He groaned under his breath wit each step. "Oof. Ouchie. Crap."
The pain of both the headaches and abdominal cramps made each stride feel like a trudge, knee-deep in molasses. And if that wasn't awkward enough, his... erm... little friend was standing at attention. Only this wasn't like typical morning wood. It was sensitive. And it was agony, every time the cloth of his boxers brushed against it. And even still, DogDay was finally able to make it to the window.
But just as he was about to close the curtain, he could feel last night's dinner coming back up to haunt him. Without thinking twice, he threw the window open and proceeded to projectile vomit whatever he ate last night. With the sour taste of stomach acid lingering in his mouth, the dog closed the window. He started taking a few deep breaths to calm down and try to manage some of the pain.
"What is wrong with me?" He wheezed
Just then, he picked a familiar scent. After looking around for a few seconds, he found something on one side of his mattress: A red stain with smelled like a combination of typical blood, but also jasmine. It was at this moment he realized what was going on.
Making his way out of the bedroom and valiantly fighting through the pain shooting through his body like lightning, DogDay was able to drag himself to the bathroom door. Leaning against the wall, DogDay knocked.
"Crafty?" He called. "You OK in there?"
A second after, he heard the toilet flushing.
The bathroom door creaked open and saw Crafty slinking out, looking absolutely miserable; tear-soaked cheeks, haggard mane, eye bags, the shirt she borrowed stained, the smell of blood, jasmine, and diarrhea still permeating the air even after being flushed down the drain, and a faint, sickly green glow emanating from her horn.
"Yeesh, it's that bad?" DogDay winced, having forgotten his own situation.
Crafty suddenly threw her arms around her boyfriend, burying her face in his chest. DogDay's arms gently coiled around her, slowly running his fingers through her hair as her tears soaked through his shirt.
"Shh, it's okay." He whispered. "I got you."
"I hate it!" She sobbed. "I hate it so much!"
As this was happening, DogDay's own cramps went from stabbing to burning. His legs almost gave out. But he fought through the pain. This was not about him! With a deep inhale, the spaniel scooped the unicorn into his arms before proceeding to bridal carry her to his living room. However, Crafty couldn't help but notice the agonized expressions on his face and how wobbly he walk was.
But despite all that, he managed to reach the couch, where he gently set her down.
"I'm gonna get a weighted blanket you you." He told her. "You need anything else?"
"S-some i-ice cream would be nice." Crafty sniffled.
With that, DogDay waddled off to fetch the items.
A minute later, he would return with what he promised; the weighted blanket and a small tub of strawberry ice cream, her favorite, as well as a spoon and a puke bucket just in case. After draping the blanket over her and handing her the ice cream and spoon, DogDay plopped down onto the floor, flat on his face and with a long tired groan. After a spoonful or two of ice cream, Crafty looked down at her canine lover, concern in her eyes.
"DogDay?" She nudged. "Are you OK?"
With another moan, DogDay turned his head towards her.
"I don't know what going on with me." He croaked. "I woke up with this wicked headache, I feel like my guts are on fire, my back's killing me. Almost like I'm having my own period."
Crafty couldn't help but giggle at how absurd the thought was. Still, she couldn't help but think that his symptoms sounded awfully familiar. Too familiar.
"That's ridiculous." She said. "You're a boy."
"I know..." DogDay crooned.
Just then, he remember the glow that he saw around her horn earlier. Looking at it again, he saw that the glow had gotten a bit brighter.
"Hey, Crafty." He said. "You know how your horn glows when your period hits?"
"Yeah?" She replied.
"This is gonna sound insane... but you ever considered that you might be projecting your period pains onto me?"
Before Crafty could say anything to rebuke that, she felt something rising up through her esophagus. Grabbing the bucket DogDay brought Crafty upchucked into it. Almost immediately after, her horn glowed brighter and DogDay found himself making a beeline for the nearest window and violently purging his stomach once more. Once they were done emptying their stomachs, the couple stared at each other.
At first it was awkward.
Then came the horrifying realization.
Hiding her self under the blanket, her muffled sobs could be heard. At the same time, DogDay's back and guts burned once more with searing pain and the headaches came back with a vengeance. Despite being knocked to ho floor, the canine crawled his way over to the distraught unicorn. After valiantly and painfully pulling himself onto the couch, he uncovered her. The glow around her horn grew more intense with each sob.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!!" She wailed. "Please don't hate me!"
He answered by firmly locking his arms around her. Fighting through the agony, he pressed her close to his chest before peppered her face with gentle kisses. With each kiss, Crafty calmed down. And the calmer she became, the dimmer her magic became. It soon culminated with his lips locking with hers, with one of his paws rubbing circled on her back for good measure.
He then gently laid himself down on his back with Crafty still on top of him, all while draping the blanket over them.
After another minute, their lips broke apart and they gazed into the other's eyes.
"I'm so sorry." She squeaked, wiping the tears and snot away.
"Hey, it's alright." DogDay reassured, rubbing his nose against hers.
The two spent a good amount of time simply enjoying the others company. DogDay even used the pains to his advantage. Whenever a cramp would flair up, in his stomach or back, he'd know exactly where to rub Crafty, which she greatly appreciated.
"Look on the bright side." He chuckled. "At least I understand a lot better now."
Crafty couldn't help but laugh.
"Yeah." She replied. "At least I'm not the only one suffering."
"Not anymore."