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You can call me Marshy, also known as DeathlyGurgles or EternityofDeath on other sites. Expect things relating to pregnancy/birth, mpreg/hetero-mpreg, monsterfucking, oviposition, angst, and other things like that.
I also write and roleplay. Send me a pm and we can work something out. I have to warn you though, I'm picky. <3 Just chatting is always an option too, I'm always up for making new kink friends.
I'm trying to become more consistent in writing and growing as a professional NSFW writer/content creator. I'll try to update when I can, though don't expect it to be daily or even weekly.
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Birth Fics (this is my jam)
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Smut
Violence
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Call Me Marshy | He/Him | Aspiring Writer (Kink & Non-Kink) | Bi & Black
Solarhill Mayternity 2026 (1205 words) by DeathlyGurgles
Chapters: 1/31
Fandom: Original Work
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Original Male Character(s)/Everyone, Original Male Character/ Original Non-Human Character(s)
Characters: Original Characters, Original Non-Human Character(s), Original Monster Character(s), Original Character(s) of Color, Original Trans Character(s)
Additional Tags: Solarhill Mayternity 2026, Mayternity, Knights - Freeform, Fantasy, Royalty, Mpreg | Male Pregnancy, Monsterfucking | Teratophilia, Oviposition, Egg Laying, Eggpreg, Rapid Pregnancy, Pregnancy Kink, Pregnancy, Magical Pregnancy, Pregnant Sex, Graphic descriptions of birth, Childbirth, Birth, birth kink, labor, Belly Kink, Belly Rubs, Established Relationship, Egg Transfer, Size Difference, Size Kink, Male Lactation, Lactation, Stuffing, Double Penetration, Bloating, Inflation, Come Inflation, birth denial, Polyamory, Open Relationships, Kemonomimi, Fluff and Smut, Threesome - F/F/M, Everyone Is Trans and Gay, Slime, Prompt Fic, Tumblr Prompt, pregnancy symptoms
Summary:
Imperial Knight and Lord Protector of the thriving Kingdom of Ershi, Sir Nevan Innes, is the Empresses' strongest sword. Although, that isn't his only talent. Empress Bahati and her wife Naomi are surprised to discover that their huge, handsome wolf is more useful to them for solving diplomatic issues by other, more peaceful, means of 'persuasion.'
Day 1 — First Trimester
The Empresses’ Royal Protector was pregnant, and quite literally everyone seemed to know it despite the wishes of Elris’s Imperial Knight.
Sir Nevan Innes hadn’t been pregnant long, just under a month or so, but his symptoms were obvious enough to the people who saw and interacted with him day in and day out, no matter how well he tried to hide it. The servants, the soldiers, and any and everyone else who lived within the castle all took it upon themselves to spread the ‘good’ news, and he wouldn’t be surprised if word had reached the outer Kingdom already.
Only, no one was brave enough to bring it up to him plainly. Not to his face at least, though there was one stubborn trainee in the new recruitment of soldiers who always thought they were quiet enough with their remarks.
‘Anyone want to play bets on how many more times he’ll blow chunks before lunch?’ He recalled them murmuring under their breath one day after he emerged from the officers latrine for what wasn’t even the first time that morning. Their comment gained them a few snickers in response, before he silenced them with a single look and ordered them to scrub the stable floors until they were clean enough to eat off of.
He knew in his heart of hearts then that it wouldn’t be the first nor the last of the gossip that he would catch about his current and persisting ailment as not even an hour later that day he began overhearing more and more bouts of whispers more often than not. And it only got worse when he couldn’t keep much of any meal down and often ended up nearly barreling through a poor servant on his way to a washroom throughout the day.
Though, thankfully, no one was comfortable enough to call out this sensitive a topic to such an imposing man, even the people ranked near his equal. That didn’t mean the trainees didn’t take advantage of his perceived absentmindedness to exchange rumors about just who might’ve knocked up their highly regarded Knight. It was obvious that the new recruits, along with the rest of the castle, were all wondering about it.
It was hard for anyone to ignore a man like Sir Nevan, not only because of his position in the Court but also because of what he was. A canine living among ovine people was hard to miss, not because they were afraid of him, no. The people of Elris praised and adored him and every other canine who dedicated their lives to protecting the kingdom, as they weren’t the first generation to live among canines. But the citizens couldn’t help noticing just how massive the Imperial Knight was compared to the lot of them. Even more so than most other wolves.
While most commoners within the Kingdom of Elris were of sheep and ram heritage and very rarely grew to be more than six feet tall, the majority of soldiers and guards living within the Castle walls at least were bigger and broader. Especially Sir Nevan who was over seven feet tall and broad across his shoulders, every bit of his body rippling muscle.
He was a beautiful specimen of a wolf, and one that Empress Bahati’s Mother didn’t take for granted when she was alive. The Late Empress had Knighted Nevan as a young man after he quickly rose among the ranks, distinguishing himself from his class, and displaying his courage, bravery, and devotion to the Crown. It didn’t take long after that for him to be appointed Royal Protector, and at the time, he had been the youngest Knight to ever be given the honor, not only due to his size, strength, and smarts, but his heart as well. And he was eternally proud of the title.
Now, it had been nearly a decade since his designation and the older wolf was currently late for his morning training session due to one of his most recent violent bouts of vomiting. The huge beast of a man had brought to his knees before his chamber pot, he had already lost the entirety of his undigested breakfast and was now holding his head in his hands, threading his fingers through his thick black hair and closing his eyes.
He grimaced at the lingering taste of bile as he knelt there with his arms braced upon the smooth wood, “Come on… pull yourself together Nevan. you’ve work to do.”
The ovine people of Ershi were largely pacifists. They had been for centuries, eons even, which was the sole reason why they had attracted the wolf’s ancestors to their land. Easy pickings it seemed, until one generation decided to benefit more immediately from the relationship between the sheep and dogs. Someone or some group of someones decided one day to work together and profit as a combined people, the Ershinian’s, rather than to continue as enemies.
And so here he was several generations later, a faithful wolf in service to the crown.
So dedicated to his Empresses, in fact, that he proved it by not only yielding his body to them, but by supplying his life force to aid in the continued endeavor of keeping the decades long peace between their beloved Kingdom and their closest allies.
Though no one needed to know of such a thing so early on in his pregnancy. Nor did he think anyone besides himself, Empress Bahati, her wife Naomi, and the parents of this child shall learn of their true origins even after its born.
‘Sir Innes? You have been summoned to the throne room.’ He remembered the surprise he felt at the sound of the Page’s voice, though he hid it well, leaving training in the hands of his First Lieutenant before he went immediately to meet with his Empress.
The Royal Protector had been around long enough to know that when he was summoned outside of a scheduled diplomatic matter that his sovereign often wished to solve a heated matter discreetly and without any bloodshed, as was her character. Though, as he recollected the moment now, he could have never expected what his Empress or her wife had asked of him that day. Not even within his wildest dreams.
He had stood before them at attention, his ephemeral Ladies of sunlight looking upon him fondly where they sat on top of their thrones of opal and silver, hair like wool and eyes shining and warm. His back was straight and hands folded behind him once he bowed, keeping his eyes cast down as they asked him to take up this task.
Not remembering the conversation exactly, but some phrases especially stuck with him.
‘..Who better to entrust with Elris’s future than our most faithful sword?’ One of them sang in a soft voice, making him lightheaded.
‘There’s no better answer to this matter than you, our dear, dear Nevan.’ The other purred.
And that was that.
That same night he found himself in bed with the King of one of Elris’s neighboring countries and a now, few weeks later, he was expecting the first of what would become many more ‘diplomatic solutions’ that he would provide, so to speak.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The Milkman (19257 words) by DeathlyGurgles
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Original Work
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Original Character(s)/Original Character(s), Original Female Character(s)/Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character/Original Male Character, Original Female Character(s)/Original Male Character(s)
Characters: Original Characters, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Original Child Character(s), Original Non-Human Character(s), Original Female Character(s) of Color, Original Male Character(s) of Color
Additional Tags: Kemonomimi, Mpreg | Male Pregnancy, Pregnancy, Pregnancy Kink, Childbirth, graphic description of childbirth, Original Universe, Original Fiction, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Birth, birth kink, labor, Intersex, Stuffing, Male Lactation, Lactation Kink, Lactation, Hucow, Belly Kink, Belly Rubs, hetero mpreg, Belly Aches, Established Relationship, Married Life, Married Couple, Burping, gassiness, Burps, Polyamory Negotiations, Polyamory, Found Family, Family Dynamics, birth denial, 1950s esque
Summary: Hucow milkman gives birth to his first litter with the help of his favorite couple. That's it, that's the fic (for now).
On most days, Jay loved his job.
He enjoyed serving his community. He liked greeting his neighbors and asking them about their day. He especially appreciated the moments when someone offered him gifts of thanks for his hard work. Jay had been given plenty over the years of being a milkman for the town of Ivy Bend. Lemonade, iced tea, scarves, gloves, sweet treats, and anything in between. Especially an odd sort of relationship with a charitable couple named the Heatherfords.
The pair lived in a lofty Victorian on the corner of Rose and Thorn. Befitting of its name, their homes most prominent side displayed a beautiful trellis crowded with roses in full bloom. The Rose house, as it was aptly named, not by him but by the people of the neighborhood, was decorated moderately on the outside. The front lawn and flowerbeds were well maintained, the paint crisp, and windows shining. Always picture perfect.
The Heatherfords were proud of the iconic standing that the both of them and their home had achieved even just within their quaint little neighborhood while the city boomed around them. The couple lived an extravagant life filled with privilege and luxuries that many others couldn’t afford. Though they still lived modestly compared to many of their dear friends and acquaintances whom they brushed shoulders with.
Mr. and Mrs. Heatherford considered themselves to be culturally savvy and were well aware of the overworked, underpaid, and underappreciated working class who waited on them hand and foot. Which meant that they did their best to repay their community where they could.
Starting with their milkman, Jay.
Around their sizable home stood a tall fence that gave the backyard a decent amount of privacy that Mrs. Heatherford happily took advantage of by sunbathing in her bikini beside their pool. Liliana sought to take advantage of the last few days of sun before the cooler part of autumn came. Wanting to hold onto that deep tan that complemented her rich brown skin.
Her husband, Percival was still inside painting, she could tell because she could hear his record playing. The soft sound cascading down to her from the open attic window, making her long slender tail sway from side to side. Humming along to the familiar melodies as she tilted her head back for that perfect even tan, soaking up the morning sun.
The two of them hadn’t had breakfast just yet, only a generous serving of tea for the Missus and coffee for Mister. The milkman had yet to arrive, but they were happy to indulge in the slow start to their morning. Living on Italian time, as their good friend Bianca would say when she visited them from her Chicago.
Their milkman used to come around like clockwork. Every morning at the same time, usually around seven in the morning, they expected him. Yet, over the course of the last ten months he started to show face later and later. Today he came between ten and eleven, just as the hunger pains were beginning to set in and they considered visiting their local cafe for breakfast.
Lily heard her husband's telltale whistle, her white tufted ears swiveling towards the sound and she looked up from where she was reading the paper to see Percy leaning his head out of the window. A few of his dark curls fell from his hair tie, framing his angular face as the rabbit man smiled down at his feline wife.
“I see him. He’s just down the way.” He called down to her before disappearing inside, closing the window behind him.
Liliana gathered her things, folding the newspaper she held and setting it down on the tray beside her before donning her robe and slippers as she made her way inside. She carried her tea tray with her to place it on the kitchen counter, and her husband met her moments later to place his twice empty coffee mug beside the sink.
“Finally he’s made it... I was beginning to think we just might starve.” She laughed, catching her husband by the belt and looping her arms around him.
The wraith like man, tall and pale, blushed some and gifted her full lips with a kiss. “Mm... It might’ve been wiser for him to stay home, if he feels unwell.” His warm green eyes looking her over, his hands cupping her soft jawline. “Someone in his condition shouldn’t be working as hard as he does.”
“Yes… but what can you do, my love? Working is an unavoidable part of life for most, especially our man.” She held his hands where they rested on her face, his dark, lapin ears flattened against his head before she leaned up to give him another kiss.
“I only wish we could help him in some way.” As always, her husband was a sensitive soul, empathetic to the plight of the layperson, and a prime example of human rabbits all around.
She rubbed the back of his hands with her thumbs, squeezing gently, “ Me too… but we help where and when we can, it’s simply the best we can do, dear.”
The couple was happy to see that their beloved milkman hadn’t in fact taken the day off, glad they had been granted yet another morning of his company before he delivered his litter. Although, when the Heatherfords caught sight of him, they wished desperately that the bovine man had decided to stay home with his lovely wife, Mabel.
Jay parked his truck at the curb in front of Rose house and climbed out of the cab, moving slowly, uncomfortably as he made his way to his hooves. A fist braced against his lower back as he stretched slowly backwards then winced, his other hand resting against the underside of his swollen belly, rubbing slowly at the fecund mound.
The milkman had somehow managed to stuff his overly pregnant form into a pair of clean, wrinkle free coveralls before his shift that morning, with Mabel’s help. His little wife felt terribly guilty about the fact that she had knocked her husband up with a litter of rowdy puppies and spent the time they had off of work making him feel as relaxed and comfortable as possible. Which he appreciated for as long as he could before he had to go into work again the next day.
Thankfully, his boss gladly sized up his uniform throughout his pregnancy, as an apology when he admitted to his best worker, fairly early on in his pregnancy, that there wasn’t any solid maternity or paternity policy put into place for his position. Despite his genetic disposition being one that made him more fertile than the average kemonomimi, his chosen career path didn’t afford him any extra leave. Not like the other cows and bulls who worked on the farm. Those who worked the streets and factory weren’t given nearly as much leeway as they were.
It wasn’t fair. Jay was convinced that the public facing workers like him were the ones who kept the factory and farm afloat, yet they couldn’t spare them a few months to deliver children and recover before returning back to work. He supposed it was different when the children he carried were conceived in an unapproved union between him and a canine guard. He didn’t get much more, if any, time off during his pregnancy, but at least he was granted a uniform that fit him and more breaks included in his shift.
Jay sighs and his thin brown tufted tail twitched, “Just two more stops.” He mumbled, reminding himself of his goal as he lumbered his way to the back of his truck. “You can do it.”
From the look of him, even the largest size of uniform was threatening to burst at the seams with the size of his pregnancy. His belly sagged beneath the weight of the litter crammed inside of him and he supported some of the weight with his hand, managing to stay upright with slow calculated movements. Jay and everyone who glanced at him knew it wouldn’t be long at all before his pups would make their appearance.
Stuffed full of puppies, the overly pregnant bovine man was larger than most people would ever see someone like him. Cows and bulls usually only carried one calf, but Mabel was, unsurprisingly, a beautiful specimen of a canine and had managed to leave him chock full of five healthy pups. That’s what he got for fraternizing on the job, although he couldn’t help but think that if he hadn’t flirted with the adorably fluffy canine woman two years ago, he would’ve never married the love of his life. It didn’t matter to either of them if the boss approved of their pairing, he would’ve married Mae anyway.
Puppies simply came with the territory, he supposed.
He winces again, sighing and lifting his cap to wipe at the perspiration that collected on his forehead, “No, not long at all.”
He comes around the back of the milk truck, opening up the back and lifting, his drooping ears rose to attention when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching, and he turned towards the familiar face.
“Jay! It’s so nice to see you, we started thinking you had finally popped.” Mr. Heatherfords smile was, as always, warm and kind as he offered a hand to take the basket of milk from him.
Jay’s eyes rose from him to the porch stoop behind him where Mrs. Heatherford stood watching them in her house robe, raising a hand to wave at him with her own fond smile. He returned their smiles as best he could while being as uncomfortable as he was, happily relinquishing the basket to Mr. Heatherford who moved to stand beside him. Resting a hand on his back, “We know you’re running late, but we’d like for you to come in and rest just for a moment.”
“Mr. Heatherford—”
“Please, Jay, you know you can call me Percy!” The man squeezed his shoulder and began subtly leading him towards the porch, “Have a glass of lemonade and perhaps a sandwich, at the very least. It’s our treat.”
It was useless to argue, Jay was incredibly familiar with how persuasive the Heatherfords could be and had soon learned not to even bother attempting to dissuade their kindness. The feline woman and her lapin husband had a golden charisma that drew people into them. An odd pairing, but perfect for each other. Just like he and Mabel.
Before he knew it, Jay was standing at the steps that led up to the Heatherford’s house and his eyes met Liliana’s who gazed at him and his heavily pregnant form before offering her hand with a gentle beckon. “Come, you can spare a moment or two. You look as though you might faint and we can’t have that, can we?”
“No, I suppose not.” He looked back to his truck briefly, his hand resting on the porch railing as he used it to steady himself when he started on scaling the short amount of steps up to their front door. His other hand slipped into Liliana’s, her soft, gentle fingers wrapped around his rough digits, firm as she guided him up to stand on the porch with her. Percy keeping his own hand against the curve of Jay’s aching back, offering his support as the large bovine man teetered up the stairs.
Jay’s lips pressed into a line, his other hand once again slipping low to hold the underside of his heavy middle, struggling not to express his growing discomfort. His lower back was pinched tight, his entire midsection drawn into an uncomfortable vice that made his own abdomen feel like a corset. He hadn’t been able to draw a full breath in weeks, not when his diaphragm was shoved full of puppies and his pelvis ached from the entire weight of the litter that rested inside of him, but this was a different breathlessness now.
The late summer heat had Jay sweating like a pig, and just after scaling the porch stairs he was gasping softly for breath as he rubbed firmly at his belly. He removed his cap fully that time and used it to fan himself briefly, unbuttoning the top collar of his coveralls as he stepped inside the front door.
He had been inside of Rose house before, for the same reason. Lemonade and sandwiches. Many of his breaks had been spent there with the considerate couple and they had even invited him and his wife Mabel to many of their holiday parties, ones they happily attended. He especially appreciated the free food, while Mabel enjoyed her passing conversations among the international socialites with whom the Heatherfords kept company.
Jay followed the two of them into the spacious kitchen where Percy set down the basket of milk on the center table and Lily pulled out a chair for their guest to sit down. He stood with his hat in one hand, his other rubbing slowly at the knot in his back, face tense, “Would you two mind if I use your washroom to freshen up?”
“Of course not! You go ahead and we’ll get started on brunch.” Percy fluttered off to gather ingredients for sandwiches and fresh lemonade.
Lily squeezed his arm, “Just give a shout if you need anything.” She rubbed gently at his shoulder, and he shared a look with her before simply nodding as he started on his journey to the nearest bathroom.
The milkman tried not to think about the next two stops he had to make, and instead thought about making the most out of this one last break. He walked heavily back out of the kitchen and shambled his way towards the bathroom, slowing to a stop just outside the door. His hand reached out to a nearby decorative table, steadying himself against the solid wood with one hand while the other rubbed insistently at his lower back.
He drew in a slow, steady breath through his nose before blowing it out through his mouth. God, his back hurt. No. His everything hurt. His tail swayed in its place behind him, and his belly hung low in front of him as he straightened himself to push open the bathroom door and step inside. Just one final stretch and then his shift would be over.
“Almost done.” He reassured the pups inside of him, but he knew the words were for him as he closes the door behind himself and leans back against the solid wood, rubbing at his aching hips. His pelvis feeling overly full to the point where he wondered how his water hadn’t broken yet. God these kids were stubborn, he sighed, moving his hips in a slow circle.
“Soon enough we’ll be home and Momma can rub Papa’s belly and you can decide whether or not you want to come tonight.” He winced, wanting to strip himself of his uniform coveralls, but he knew once it came off it wouldn’t be getting back on him. “Hopefully you’ll decide before morning shift tomorrow.”
He had no clue how he’d survive another work day when he was this pregnant, but he had no other choice, he had to be in labor for the boss to finally approve his leave. Any sooner than that and he’d be expected to clock in again tomorrow, and he had never envied the dairy cows on the farm more than he did in the later months of his pregnancy.
He had to focus on the present now. This quick break he was allowed to use to replenish his energy before he would return to work and it all would be fine. Home was just a few hours away, and that made him feel minutely better as ambled his way over to the sink and turned on the cool water. Bracing his hands on the counter and leaning over it, letting his belly hang freely as he did, shifting his weight from one hoof to the other as his back twinged again.
Jay lowered his broad, tall frame so he could rest his forearms against the sink and the bowlegged stance he took up widened as he did, “God…” He didn’t know what feeling was bothering him the most. The aching, the cramping, or the nausea… he was weary, heavy, and hungry, but, when he thought about it, he had no idea how he’d keep down any sort of brunch when he felt as stuffed as he was. Though it was only polite that he’d try, and he was nothing if not polite.
His belly squeezed around the immense amount of whelps that were inside of him and he grimaced before letting out the breath he had been holding, rocking himself slowly from one hoof to the other more intently. He cupped his hands beneath the sink and splashed water on his face, rubbing the freckled skin and washing it free from sweat. Cooling his overheated body down moderately as he briefly ran his fingers through his crown of brown curls, holding onto his head with his wet hands.
The large, hugely pregnant bovine man moaned softly when he felt the pups inside of him stir lazily and he dropped a hand down to cup his bloated form, pressing his hand to the underside of his belly and stroking it slowly. There was one pup that pressed insistently lower and his pelvis ached from the fullness, he slowly pushed himself upwards so he braced against the counter, resting his swell against the marbles cool edge.
There was absolutely, entirely, no way in hell he would allow himself to whelp in the Heatherford’s guest bathroom. If that was even what this was, at this point, he couldn’t tell which pains came from just being way too pregnant, and which were early labor warning signs. Either way, he felt as though denial would keep him sane. He couldn’t be in labor. He just needed to finish this shift.
And after, he’d be back home and in bed with his lovely wife, perfectly comfortable, propped up among plenty of pillows, with the window open, the fan running, and the radio playing a low tune. Then, and only then, would he truly even begin coming around to the idea of giving birth to their puppies.
Despite thinking all of this, Jay gives a testing, unsure push and he immediately winced at the sharp pain that struck him at the attempt.
“Nope.” He shook his head and he rubbed at his belly, clenching himself and pushing himself fully upright, grimacing at the way the weight of his entire litter settled inside him once again. Forcing the head of what would be his first born even deeper within him as he breathes slowly, carefully adjusting to the sensation.
He trembled just slightly and cupped his belly in both hands now, lifting it carefully as he leaned back and smoothed his thumbs over either side of it. “Brunch. Then two more stops.” He committed the mantra to the back of his mind and he made a move finally to leave the bathroom after turning the sink off. Swearing that he was walking even funnier after that, he waddles slowly back towards the kitchen where brunch awaited him.
Mrs and Mr Heatherford looks to Jay once he turns the corner, entering the kitchen once again, and Liliana’s expression softened and she pouts, “Oh, poor Jay. You look miserable.”
The hugely pregnant bovine man wheezed out a laugh, using the wall as an aid to keep himself upright. She realizes how what she said might’ve come across and almost immediately apologized, though he shakes his head in response, “It’s alright, believe me I know.”
His face drew tight when his belly twinged again. Percival fretted as he rushed over to take up the space at Jay’s side, offering him his arm which Jay took gratefully and walked carefully with him towards the table at the kitchen’s center.
“Are you sure you can’t take the rest of the day off? There must be someone who can cover the last of your shift.” The lapin man asked him, rubbing warmly at his lower back, his hand smoothing over the fabric of his uniform soothingly, and Jay couldn’t help but lean into him.
While Percival was just as tall as he was, the other man was a smaller, more fragile man, even despite being a rabbit. So much so that Jay, and Mabel, often assumed that he shared more hare heritage in his gene pool than true rabbit.
Considering the rabbits the blue collar couple knew on the farm at work and his classmates from grade school, Percy was much less hearty than they were. His hips were thin and his skin was pale, the only hint to his lapin genetics being his long fuzzy ears and cotton tail. His disposition possibly due to his soft upbringing as a man who came from an affluent family, or the fact that Mrs. Heatherford hadn’t yet taken advantage of her husbands fertility.
Jay released the hold he had on Mr. Heatherford and instead grasped the back of the nearest chair, letting his head fall forward as he exhales. He surely couldn’t keep going like this. Not when it felt as though he was moments away from sneezing a pup out into full crown between his legs. He could feel just how awkwardly he was standing, partially bowlegged and immensely uncomfortable, bringing his hooves a step closer together and giving another testing clench.
Jay’s expression pinched when that weight within him didn’t move, and he finally concedes, “Maybe you’re right.” He nods and he could practically feel the couple beam at the answer. His friend didn’t stop rubbing his back, Percy casting a glance towards his wife.
Liliana stepped forward towards the table, placing a tray of sandwiches down onto the table beside a pitcher of iced lemonade, and she came around the table to offer Jay her hands. "Come, rest a while. We’ll have brunch, and if you feel any better afterwards you can finish your route.”
Jay didn’t understand how the couple was so good at convincing him into things, but he didn’t have the energy to question it as he took a step around the chair and grasped onto Liliana’s hand. The two of them holding onto his arm and hands as he lowered his overly fertile frame down into the wooden kitchen chair that creaked subtly beneath his weight, biting back a moan when his weight settled on top of the chair. He took his hands back, bracing one on the table top and the other gripping onto the chair beneath him, shifting his hips forward to ease the pressure he felt between his legs.
There was a persistent ache in his pelvis and he could swear he felt the hard head of what would be his first born pressing against his cervix as he struggled to keep the majority of his body weight off of his too full cunt. His pup was firmly nestled in the bowl of his hips as they had been for the last month of his pregnancy, but it felt as though they shifted much lower today. The weight of them sitting heavy against his prostate and he prayed for his cock to be still. If he were to become hard in front of the kind, innocent Heatherfords he had no idea how he’d forgive himself.
Jay settled himself in an awkward position, partially leaning himself to one side and half reclining in the creaky wooden chair, holding his swollen gut as he smiled wearily up at them, though it was more of a grimace, “Thank you.”
“No need to thank us. We’re glad to help.” Liliana smoothed her hand over his shoulder and the back of his neck, her husband nodding his agreement.
Percival rests his own palm against his stuffed belly, patting at his immense swell, “You know how much we adore our, Jay, and Mabel. We’re quite excited to meet your pups, though undoubtedly not as delighted as the two of you must be.”
He chuckles, appreciating their shared expectation for the already well loved and anticipated litter. There had been good reason for he and Mae to discuss the possibility of asking the Heatherfords to become the pups Godparents.
Jay closes his eyes as they pet at him, his tail twitching and ears low, while he felt another hand join Percy’s against his belly before they slowly began to rub over the fabric of his coveralls. His uniform was stretched tightly around the form of his body, the zipper and buttons digging into the curve of his belly, and his milk-full breasts threatening to burst from the fabric just as well. He was on the largest uniform size and it still struggled to contain him, drawn tight across basically every inch of him, it was a reflection of pure craftsmanship that it hadn’t burst at the seams.
One of the pups inside of him wriggled and one of the Heatherfords brought their hand up to rest their palm atop his middle where they did, covering the obvious bump where the pup pushed out from inside of him. They rub at that place there, and he enjoys the couple’s gentle prodding and touching before he shifts and opens his eyes, lifting his head from where he had laid it against Percival’s stomach, “You must excuse me, I’m dog tired.”
“Now what did I say? No more apologies.” Lily scolds him, though there isn’t any bite behind it, he looks at her and the bright green of her eyes were overtaken by her dark pupils, the feline enjoying this moment between the three of them.
“You just relax.” Percy adds, taking his hands back as he brought a plate over and placed it before Jay, stacking a couple of bacon and egg sandwiches in front of him and pouring him a tall glass of ice cold lemonade. “Eat as much as you want.”
Jay gives a breathless laugh and he looks up at Lily who took up the seat beside him, then Percy who settled himself down opposite of his wife, “I don’t know how much I’ll be able to fit. You have no idea how stuffed I feel.”
The man sat with his legs parted, his belly sagging between his thighs, heavy and filled to the absolute brim with puppies, unsure how he would fit any food inside of him. Though he reaches out a hand and lifts the sandwich triangle to take a bite out of it despite his words, not wanting to waste any of the food they had made for him, nor their kindness.
And, just as the eccentric couple expected from him, Jay managed to find enough room inside of him for brunch. He was polite to a fault.
Starting slowly, he works on swallowing the first sandwich that had been sat before him, washing it down with a few gulps of his drink, and covering his mouth when a burp erupted from his gut, “Excuse me.”
They hadn’t expected him to take the initiative himself and fill his plate with seconds or even thirds, but when he did, they said nothing about it. Nor did they call attention to the way he began truly gorging himself on the brunch they laid before him.
The couple talked politely about the weather and local news as he ate, asking Jay about work and his wife, and they couldn’t help but notice that, despite how he said he felt, it seemed his stomach could fit a bit more than he thought it could. He even seemed to grow larger, if that was even possible, his swell overflowing out and pushing out his flanks like a pregnant mare. His belly sat heavily against his thighs, the furthest part of it nearly touching his knees and momentarily trembling with movement.
Jay didn’t even seem to give it any thought as he cleared most of the sandwich tray and pitcher of lemonade with their help, packing away brunch with no complaints other than a few more polite burps that rumbled their way through him here and there. Until he sank back in his chair, his hands rubbing over the mass that the man seemed merely attached to by now, soothing the pups within his womb and now the meal that was packed inside of his stomach.
And if Jay was breathless before, he could do little more then pant now.
The expanded sides of his belly were outlined against the denim fabric of his coveralls where it was drawn across the massive dome. His most recent meal adding a tightness to his gut that made it nearly impossible to differentiate that cramping feeling with the other that sat lower in his gut.
Now, the taut ball of flesh was just one complete ache that he pawed at, desperately trying and failing to pet and rub the tautness away. Obviously regretting his choice to eat as much as he could when now his stomach had joined his womb in paining him. His immense gut now unfortunately giving him even more trouble than it did before.
Percy smiled at Lily when they shared a glance at Jay in the midst of their conversation, hating that their darling Jay was uncomfortable but the two of them found themselves sure that he could fit an even bigger litter inside of him next time. Only, he might not be able to work until he popped then, not when he was already struggling to stand and walk on his own at the end of this pregnancy. Maybe they would hire him instead., they’d take much better care of him anyway.
For the bovine man, they assumed that carrying his wife’s puppies must be torture. Considering the fact that bovine creatures carried their calves for a little under a year, while canine’s carried for a quarter of that. Jay had been unfortunate enough to get the short end of the stick, as his offspring took after their mother in regards to the fact that he conceived a litter of her puppies. Yet, his own biology made it so those same puppies gestated at the length of a bovine pregnancy, which was truly a test of faith and endurance of love on his part. Especially, when at this point, Jay was overdue and it seemed even the hard work he did on a daily wouldn’t send him into labor.
It was almost cruel in a way, but, being the noble man that Jay was, he loved his wife and their unborn pups too much to complain in any fashion. And the Heatherfords couldn’t help the immense adoration they had for their milkman and his heart of gold. His dedication to the task of bringing forth new life and his obvious devotion to Mabel and the life they led together was enough to earn the couple a special place in his clients hearts.
Liliana stood up as the conversation lulled when Jay instead focused the energy he used for talking to that of digesting the large meal he consumed, Percy followed suit. Her husband collected the spent dishes to place them in the sink, while she stepped towards Jay and brought both hands against his shoulders.
He sighed, her warm, firm, hands rubbing the tension from his muscles as she leans over him and asks, “Will you be working tomorrow?”
Jay tilts his head back against her chest, looking up at her before his eyes closed again and she squeezed his shoulders fondly. “If I’m not in the midst of labor, then yes, but I have a strong feeling they'll be coming if not tonight then early morning tomorrow.”
Percy had removed a cheesecake they were keeping in the fridge to place it on the kitchen table and had been in the midst of slicing a serving of cheesecake for each of them as a midday treat when he spoke up, “You’re much too pregnant to do even menial tasks, let alone another day of going door to door for any more deliveries.”
Jay huffs, shaking his head, “It’s not as though I have much more of a choice, do I? The company doesn't grant my leave until I finally deliver.”
Lily pets his shoulder and he reaches up to grasp her hand, squeezing her delicately manicured fingers. She pets his head of fluffy brown hair with her other hand, “Well, hopefully it won't be long before you’ll find some relief, darling.”
The Heatherfords were absolutely sure that it wouldn’t be long at all, just from the sight of him, as he was nearly more belly than man at this point.
Lily’s husband eventually set a plate of cheesecake in front of Jay, an action that made Jay’s eyes open and he groans inadvertently in response to seeing the sweet treat. “Oh, Percy, I don't think I'd manage to hold down much more.”
“Would you rather us wrap it up for you?” Mr. Heatherford asks, “I'll cut another slice for Mae then.”
“No. No need to go through the trouble. I… I'll have it now.” He manages, and the couple shares another look, uncertain but curious, as they looked to him again.
“Are you sure?” Lily asks and he nods, pushing himself upright again, picking up the silver fork and digging into the slice of cheesecake.
“I’d hate to waste it.” Jay responds, still breathless, but never wishing to disappoint the two of them. Especially not for something as simple as finishing the after brunch treat they offered him, along with another drink, which was ironically a tall glass of milk.
“Are you sure you won’t pop if you do?” Percy worries and Jay chuckles, though it made him wince, his opposite hand stroking the fecund weight that sagging from his frame and now rested against the seat of his chair between his legs.
“I suppose we’ll see.” He had turned himself at an angle when his belly had restricted him from maneuvering himself even closer to the table. The bovine man digging into the dessert, despite his three servings of brunch, the only sign of his fullness being that he was slower as he ate the sweet treat. He savored each bite, swallowing them down with gulps of fresh, chilled milk, and when he was finished he truly had no more space left within his flesh.
Jay’s brows were drawn tight, his lips pressed into a line, but he was done and that time they didn’t offer him any more food or liquids. Instead, Percy cleared the table and his wife checked the time on the kitchen clock before placing her hand on top of his as she took up one of the kitchen chairs again.
“Come, we’ll help you to the sitting room and there you can call for one of your associates to finish your route, yes?” She strokes the back of his hand with her thumb and he looks towards her, struggling to relax his face, his expression was twisted into a grimace, forcing breath into his lungs and out again. He opens his mouth but winces and instead bobs his head, nodding in response.
“Good.” Lily brushes his hair gently away from his face, squeezing his hand again warmly before she looks over to her husband. “Love, will you be a dear and help our Jay to the next room?”
“Won’t you— Mnph.” Jay starts, attempting to sit himself up right, though he gave up almost immediately, grimacing and holding his belly. She places a hand on top of his and he looks at her, “Won't you… sit with me?” He pants out the words and she smiles at him.
“Of course, dear. I just need to change into my day clothes, it will only take a few moments.” She stands, smoothing a hand over his arm, “You won't be left for even a minute. You'll still have Percy and the two of you can talk about whatever men do when you're alone together.”
Jay looks up at her for a moment, his freckled face was rosy and his lips were parted in a natural response to needing more air than he could gain by breathing through his nose. He looks away then as Percy approaches, standing on his opposite side as he reassures him, “We'll be quite alright for a few minutes at the very least.”
The bovine man had no idea why he felt such anxiety at the thought, but soon the feeling passed and he nods in response. Lily gives him a kiss to the head and soon the curvaceous cat left the kitchen, leaving her husband to offer Jay his hands in order to lift him from the chair.
It took the Heatherfords both of their strength and Jay's to sit him down at the table, but now that it was just the two of them they struggled a bit more to lift Jay’s overburdened frame back to his hooves. Especially after such a filling brunch. He had half a mind to just ask to stay right there where he had finally settled down onto the wooden chair and wait for Liliana’s return.
That was until Percy pulled and Jay braced his hooves flat on the ground to push back against the chair, rising up just a few inches before he sank again with a moan. His head fell back and he dropped one of his hands from Percy’s to hold onto his belly, feeling as though it might fall away from him. His core was stuffed full of puppies and it felt as though he was sitting on a lead bowling ball, and when he sat down he swore he felt that uncomfortable weight shift upwards when he sank backwards on the chair. He had never felt or even been so heavy before in his life, his eyes fluttered shut and he hiccups.
“God help me, I'm so full…” He breathes out the words between pants, but Percy doesn't let him rest for a moment longer before he adjusts the hold he had on his hands. Choosing instead to grip at each others forearms for a stronger grasp, the lapin man braced his own paws opposite of Jay's hooves and he heaved him upward.
The busty milkman grits his teeth, forcing his weight upright again with a strangled groan, they both stumble for a few steps until they came forward to fall against the refrigerator behind Percy. Mr. Heatherford grunted from the force of the bulky bovine man pinning him against the door with nearly all of his weight, and Jay wished to apologize but he had to find his breath first.
Percy wraps his arms around the large man to steady him, not wanting him to sink backwards again, as he didn't think their poor kitchen chair would survive such a collapse. The lithe man pats his back while Jay gasped down air as he teetered in place for a few moments, sagging his upper half forward so he could drop his head against Percy.
“I have you.” Percy pets the back of his head comfortingly.
Jay pants against his hosts shoulder, his own hands braced against the fridge behind him, not trusting Percy to hold the full brunt of his weight, for good reason, as the two of them nearly tumbled over if it wasn’t for the fridge. He couldn't help the burp that rumbled from his gut and out of his mouth before he moans against Percy’s shirt collar swallowing down the brunch that threatened to come back up.
His swollen belly was just one huge cramping mass, and below that his hips were full and aching, the pressure more obvious now that he wasn't sitting. He had no clue if it was specifically his cunt, ass, or just his poor battered pelvis that needed relief. He couldn’t tell the agony apart, all he knew was that the slightest comfort he gained only came from standing with his hooves apart and his weight canted forward.
The other man rubbed at his guest's back, his lips brushing his ear when he asks him once his breath had mostly steadied, “Are you ready to move?”
Jay didn't speak, but he did nod and Percy pushed back on his voluminous form, adjusting his grasp on him before he began helping him towards the sitting room. One heaving step after another, until they reached the door frame and Percy led him towards the landline they had on their sitting room wall.
Jay dragged his hooves, holding onto anything he could to steady his weight, he waddled heavily, his belly swaying until he stopped beside the phone. Releasing the hold he had on Percy and instead bracing both hands against the wall on either side of the rotary phone, briefly dropping his head onto his arm.
He winces with another hiccup before lifting the phone from receiver and dialing the number he had memorized long ago. Dreading the loss in hours and pay, but he knew he wouldn't be able to manage it, not like this.
Percy stood by, offering him privacy but standing close just in case he needed him. Once he finished his call and turned away from the phone, he stepped up, but Jay shook his head and Percy fell back.
“I'm alright.” Jay huffs out, reassuring the other man only minutely as he walks slowly by himself towards the sofa on the other side of the room.
“Wouldn't you like to call Mae?” Percy asks him, noticing that he only made a very professional call to his company and nothing more, but Jay only shakes his head again.
“I'll be home… in a few hours... I just… need to… rest.” Jay pants heavily between words, and Percy rushes over to adjust a few of the pillows on the deep couch for him before he sat. He, in fact, didn't need to rush, as he finished his task before Jay even passed the first of their recliners or even the center table.
The bovine man's tail swayed low behind him, twitching every few moments, his ears flat and his dark brown eyes focused on nothing more than the sofa that was a yard ahead of him. He held his fecund stomach in both hands but it wasn't enough to keep it from sagging beneath the waist of his coveralls, his back bowed and his legs forced into a wide, uneasy stance that made him teeter with each step. His breasts rose and fell with his heaving breath, and he stops briefly when his entire upper half heaves when he hiccups again, burping loudly.
A button that closed his coveralls across his breasts popped open to reveal his white undershirt and jiggling cleavage, but he was too distracted by another cramp to notice. A loud, strangled moan escaped him, and Jay cants himself forward, wrapping his arms around his belly but his fingertips barely met at its widest point.
Percy is at his side within a moment, “Jay! Are you alright? What is it? What's wrong?” He frets over him, holding onto him firmly by the waist to steady him as best he could, “Come. You must sit.” He struggles to force him forward, in a hurry now to get him seated.
The enormously pregnant bovine man doesn't answer the questions because he couldn't form any sort of coherent sentence as he allows himself to be assisted the rest of the way, closing the distance between himself and the couch. His hands reach out to grasp onto the arm of the sofa, steadying himself there before he could collapse, dragging in ragged breaths, he rocks his hips in slow circles while standing bowlegged in a half squat against the sturdy piece of furniture.
Jay hiccups again and moans, his head falling back as he rocked himself intently, lifting a hand to rub incessantly at his belly. Forcing himself to sit up again, arching his back and groaning when he forces his fist against the tightness in his lower back, rubbing at the pain there as well. He pants, his face twisted into a grimace and his belly bounces once before he burps again and groans, “Excuse me, sorry… Ooh my god…”
Percy places his hands on his waist, rubbing his palms over his back and shoulders, “Are you… Do you think that might’ve been a contraction?”
When he asks him that question the bovine man casts a glance over his shoulder, looking at him with wide eyes, “Huh? No... No. It can’t be. I'm not in labor.”
“It can't?” Percy prods him verbally, gently, and Jay seems to genuinely consider the question, and even if he wasn't fully facing the lapin man, Percy could feel his anxiety and unease.
And he had known the other man long enough to hear the furrow in his brow when he finally responds, “I… I don't think it's labor... There's… just so much… pressure.” He huffs, shifting his weight from hoof to hoof, “I just… feel so damn full… that I think… I think I actually might burst.”
The rabbit smiles softly, “Well, I can assure you, you won’t. Your body is simply preparing itself to deliver your puppies. It’s a sizeable litter and you just need some time to adjust before whelping.”
Jay hums as his head lolls forward and he rocks himself intently, lifting one of his hands to rub firmly at the underside of his swollen gut. Trying to urge the solid mass of his pup out of the bowl of his hips where they had lodged themselves, attempting to coax them upwards in order to ease that painful fullness. It was his first born, he knew that much, but he just wanted them to shift away from his cervix, he needed them to rise back into his womb with the rest of their siblings and grant him much needed relief.
There was no way in hell he would allow himself to give birth in the Heatherfords sitting room, or anywhere else on or within the Rose house estate, but at this point he wasn’t sure if he was convinced that he wouldn’t. Not when it seemed the pups had other ideas.
Percy holds him by his waist, pressing his thumbs into his lower back, rubbing at the tension there, and it made Jay groan. Percy's nose twitched nervously and he continues rubbing his hands over the large man's back, “Could you tell me where this pressure is exactly?”
Jay sighs, leaning over the arm of the couch so his belly hung heavy from his torso, “It’s not exactly polite.” He says and Percy laughs.
“It’s quite alright, Jay. We're both adults here.” He didn’t stop rubbing his back, wanting to relieve the gravid man in any way he could, but there was only so much he could do for him. Especially when he was nearly one hundred percent sure that their friend was in full blown labor.
“Well… I swear I can feel them in my— Uh.” He pauses and bites his lip, deciding which word he might use for it, “In my… pussy?”
“—Oh!” Jay could almost feel how red Percy turned even if he couldn’t see it, his hands stilled and Jay glanced back at him, noticing how he flushed completely red.
“Sorry. I should’ve said vagina instead, like the Doc does. It’s classier.” He looks away again, before he finally takes another slow, careful step closer to the sofa and he turns to lower himself down into the space Percy prepared for him on the deep cushion. “I realize now that I don’t usually say the word aloud.”
It seemed to Percy that pain had made Jay much more open about such topics as the bovine man reaches out his hands to the lapin man again and Percy grasps his fingers almost automatically. He shakes his head, “No, it’s fine. I just… Didn’t expect that to be the word you’d choose.”
“It’s better than what I usually call it.” Jay grunts out, before he’s lowering himself backwards onto the couch, and Percy braces himself on the hardwood floors to aid him in the endeavor.
“Now, Jay, you’ll make me faint.” Percy laughs again, flustered, though he focuses on getting the other man down. They worked together to lower him down onto the sofa until he sinks back completely onto the plush velvet with his wide posterior, and groans as his weight settles there on the cushion.
He leans back with his head laid against the soft edge of the couch, shifting his hips forward and breathing slowly in and out, reaching out to grasp onto the arm of the couch, holding his abundant womb with his other. Despite how intently he wished for the couch to ease the nagging aches of his body, it seemed sitting there only made it worse for him as Percy saw Jay’s expression screw into one of pain yet again.
It seemed to Percy that the bovine man was either a stage of passive labor with the growing intensity of what the lupine man assumed to be contractions, or, heaven forbid, he was actively pushing or avoiding pushing for some unfounded reason. Jay would have to be in a deep seeded denial that Percy didn’t think he could snap him out of if that was the case, and he couldn’t exactly force his friend to tell him the true extent of his agony.
Jay’s gut heaved sharply when he hiccups again and he groans out another, albeit weaker, wet burp, taking both hands and rubbing them over his rotund form, “Ugh… probably shouldn’t have eaten that cake… No matter how delicious it was…” He moans, struggling to cant his hips forward a few more inches to ease his weight off of his full cunt as he interlocks his fingers beneath his belly, pressing his palms against the cumbersome form.
“Here, I'll help you lay down. That should make you feel a bit better.” Percival shoved the pillows he had maneuvered a few moments earlier into a different orientation at the other side of the couch before he beckons Jay to relax himself across the sofa. “Come, I have you.”
Jay reaches out to brace his weight against the emerald cushion, pushing his weight over to one side and moaning, reaching out to Percy to steady himself with his help. He winces, cursing and panting, firmly holding onto Percy and carefully lowering himself down onto his elbow and then finally his side.
“Ough… Urp— Ouch, shit— Sorry. Ohhh… Oh God.” His eyes fluttered shut as he drops his head onto the nearest pillow, and his stomach gurgles again moments before gas erupts from Jay's mouth, “—URP! Fucking hell…”
He covers his mouth while his other hand strokes the taut side of his over inflated gut, feeling terrible for cursing but even worse about his gassiness. He tries biting back his burps, rubbing soothing circles into his stuffed stomach and Percy couldn’t help noticing that Jay looked positively pathetic. Percy moves to join him in rubbing his friend’s belly, not caring about his burping in the slightest. He never thought he'd hear or see their Jay in such a vulgar state, and while he thought it was quite amusing, it also made him uneasy.
Percy fusses over the poor, pregnant and laboring man, stroking his overinflated belly, he couldn't help but notice how swollen his furred legs were as the lapin man frowns down at them. He sucks in air through his teeth, disapproving of the sight, and shakes his head, “Oh, poor my friend… It's simply inhumane to have someone in your condition working as hard as you have been.”
Jay looks at him, struggling to see past his gravid form to his face before he simply gives up and rests his head against the many fine pillows they had there. Too tired to say anything in response and when Percy rolls his pants legs he doesn't complain, almost expecting it as the rabbit man settled onto the other end of the couch and began rubbing at his fuzzy legs.
Jay had no clue how such an unfortunate as he was had found such empathetic and loving creatures such as his wife and the Heatherfords in the cold, cruel world in which they lived, but he knew he was blessed to be taken under their wing.
A few minutes passed in the quiet of the sitting room while Percy rubbed his legs, a gentle breeze swaying the curtains on either side of the picture window behind the sofa. The noon time sun bright and warm, but the house was cool and Jay easily slipped away into a dreamless rest despite awaiting Liliana’s return.
Percy’s ears perk when he hears his wife's nearly imperceptible steps come from the hall beside them before the lady of the house made her appearance in the archway. She wore a beautiful floral dress that was cinched at the waist, accentuating her breasts, and stopping just below the knee, with a petticoat that flowed subtly beneath the fabric of the dress with every movement.
Lily pads over to them, the cat's footsteps silent as she approaches the couch, a rich shade of rouge staining her lips as she smiles gently down at Jay and her husband. Her gaze resting upon their poor, all too pregnant friend and his cramped form, looking him over as he attempts to rest. She took in the sight of him restrained by the too tight denim coveralls, the fabric drawn taut across his warm bronze skin, and the rest of the buttons and zipper threatening to pop or split open from the strain of keeping his fecundity enclosed within the ill-fit uniform.
She brings over a small ottoman to place herself on top of it, where she could sit at Jay's head, leaning into him and placing a hand on against his soft head of curly brown hair. His dark eyes opened and he gazes at her tiredly, the softest, weariest of smiles rising to his face. She returns the smile and places a hand against his firm stomach as she strokes his fluffy hair and he sighs, his eyes fluttering shut again.
Obviously enjoying the touch, as he rests and she lifts her eyes to look at her husband, immediately reading the worry that was written on his face and tilting her head. Silently wondering what might be on his mind that he dare not say aloud until he nods towards Jay, or more specifically Jay's groin. Her arched brows rose and she leans over their friend's grossly swollen body to see what her husband beckoned her to see. And she swallows a gasp when her eyes found the sight, her heart fluttering with excitement.
Beneath the slope of Jay's burgeoning belly and towards the groin of his uniform coveralls, past the obvious outline of his half hard cock and heavy balls, there was another bulge there. His labia, obviously so, but the couple noticed that it was almost too pronounced, too… swollen… too full. The slightest of wet stains soaked the dark denim through, and it was a complete mystery as to how his water hadn’t broken yet when it seemed the first of his litter was on the brink of crowning.
Their Jay had in fact been denying his bodily urges for not just passive labor but active labor too. He should be pushing at this point, not napping, and yet he was forcing himself to disassociate from however much pain he must be in.
Lily leans back, relaxing her widened eyes and instead focusing all of her attention on the laboring bovine man as she says gently, “Maybe we should get you out of that uniform?”
“If I get out of it now… I’m not getting back in.” His eyes were closed again as he spoke, laying there in a position that relieved him of his discomfort even if it was only momentarily. A hoof planted on the couch cushion and his other laid across Percy’s lap, keeping his pelvis open now instead of sitting directly upon that pressure. It felt better to simply lay upon his back where the weight seemed to ease itself out of him without any action from him.
“I'm sure we can find something more comfortable for you to wear.” Percy offers and the immensely pregnant and uncomfortable man shakes his head.
If they were completely honest with him, they had begun keeping clothes in his size a couple of months ago when it was revealed that he would be working through his due date. Just in case. But that wouldn't be necessary.
Lily tries again to convince him otherwise, “You can even lay here in your underclothes if you wish.”
“I don't want to move.” He murmurs and he shudders when her fingertips skimmed the base of his horns, her nails drifting across the few inches keratin to the rounded tip that protruded from his fluffy head of hair.
“Then allow us to help you, dear.” Lily speaks softly to him, petting his cramping belly with her other hand. Jay huffs in response, knowing that they only wanted what was best for him as he simply nods his head.
The two of them moved to action then, or well, Lily did as she starts on unbuttoning his coveralls. Though she only needed to undo one before the rest popped open subsequently, his zipper splitting open around his girth as both his belly and breasts flopped out in all their glory. Only a sweat stained tee shirt covered his upper half now, two fat, pert nipples sitting atop his milky breasts and his belly button pushed out like a grape against the white tank top at the furthest peak of his gut.
“Goodness me.” Mrs. Heatherfords eyes widen at the sight of him, fat and teeming- no, nearly bursting with life.
Jay flushed when he heard Lily’s response to seeing his gravid body in all of its glory. Though he was overwhelmed all at once by relief when finally freed from his uniform, breathing came just slightly easier to him as he rolled so he was nearly on his back, leaning against the back of the couch.
They both thought he looked something akin to a beached whale, though neither of them said as much as she rubs fond circles into his gut. Smiling down at him and he attempts to return the expression but pain drew his features tight, and she felt the way his firm body drew even tighter around his waist.
Lily strokes his face, pushing his hair away from his eyes, knowing just as well as her husband did that their friend would soon be delivering his pups in Rose house, “I’m so relieved that you made it to us and didn’t find yourself stuck on the side of the road, or in someone else’s driveway when you felt this way, dear.”
Jay was breathing heavily still, his belly surging forward in the freedom the lack of clothing gained it and swelling breasts nearly smothering him, but he smiled through the pain, even though it was more of a grimace in the end. The noises from his belly seemed even louder without the too small uniform to muffle it as the mass gurgled and without the heavy duty denim holding in the size of it, the huge swell shuddered with movement.
His hands braced against either side of the massive girth that was bloated with the weight of his litter of puppies and admittedly too much brunch, as he dropped his head back, huffing. His cheeks puffed, rubbing frantically at the quivering flesh and complaining. “Mngh… Ough… Holy hell…”
The litter of pups within his womb were revolting against him at this point, not waiting for realization to catch up with the the bull-cow. His freckled face reddened as his body contracted again without his permission and the cramp finally forces that first pup out of his quivering cunt and into a blooming crown. He squirms beneath his burdensome frame, pawing at his towering, bloated form in desperation as that pressure comes to a peak and he couldn't help the groan that rose from his throat before a strangled shout bellowed from his lips, “—ARGH!”
Percy watches with bated breath as the head of his first pup presses out against the groin of his uniform, the damp spot there grew wetter as the head of his first born pushed against the fabric but couldn't get very far, not when the fabric kept them trapped within its confines. And it must've been a frustrating ordeal for both parties. Jay, trying to relieve himself of the impossible squeezing force he felt, and the pup barrelling out of him in search of freedom.
“Oh dear. Okay. Okay, breathe, my dearest. Breathe.” Lily immediately moves to action, standing up and raising him carefully so he laid in her lap with his head nestled against her bosom.
Jay’s face was twisted in agony as all at once he began panicking, which wasn't good for any of them, him and his pups especially. He looks up at her and then at Percy who too began moving, leaving to step into the kitchen and gather what supplies they'd need for the impending birth. The two of them remaining calm for his sake, familiar with the motions as she held Jay’s trembling body in his arms, stroking his biceps and his head, she soothed him gently.
“Breathe… In… and… out…” She breathed in example for him and he gasps, grasping at her hands where they held him so he could grip her fingers, still not seeming to understand what was happening to him as he whines his way through another contraction.
He draws his legs towards himself so his thighs were on either side of his heaving gut and she couldn't help but notice her husband forgot to remove the lower half of poor Jay's coveralls. Which meant the pup could go nowhere any time soon as the bovine man in her arms squirmed beneath the weight of his womb as another pain gripped him. That unstoppable force meeting the immovable bit of durable fabric that stretched across his groin, keeping the babe pressed firmly inside of their father’s vagina.
“Relax, you’re okay. I’ve got you.” She embraces him from behind and his hands tightened their grasp on her, frowning as he stares down at himself, shaking his head.
“I can’t be— I-I’ve got to get home.”
“You're already in the midst of whelping, love. It would be dangerous to move you now.” Lily held his head to her bosom as he half laid and half reclined against her, his eyes gazing up at her with his hips shoved forward at an awkward angle, making his discomfort obvious as the first of his pups struggles to be born against the tight fabric of his coveralls. “I believe you've been avoiding acknowledging your labor all day, but now you’ll have to push.”
He looks upon Lily, his rich brown eyes glossy and wide as he stares up at her, “ I need Mae, she should be here for this.”
Percy returns from the kitchen just in time to pick up the conversation, “We'll call her and send a car straight over to pick her up.” He carried in his hands a wicker basket of towels topped with supplies, the sleeves of his crisp button shirt rolled up to his elbows in preparation of the mess that was childbirth.
“Ngh, no… no wait. She’s at work, she can’t— I can’t—” He whimpers and Lily strokes his hair pressing a kiss to the crown of his head.
“Shh… You’re going to be just fine. You’re in the best of hands.” She embraces him and he relaxes incrementally, moaning pitifully as he laid sprawled across the couch, the first of his litter emerging from his cunt but trapped in his pants. His chest and belly rising and falling intently with his breath, struggling to push when his first child was stuck with no space to be born into. Lily looks to her husband where he carefully laid out the scissors, gauze, a ball of twine, and towels, gently reminding him of his forgotten task, “Percy, dearest, his trousers.”
“Oh! My apologies.” He gathers a few towels from the basket and lays them out across the upholstery, there was a pillow at the bottom of the wicker basket beneath the towels, covered with soft linen, prepared for the first of Jay’s sizeable litter. Though they needed focus on aiding in his delivery first, which he did by tugging at their friend’s uniform, struggling to finish uncovering his lower half when he found that the fabric was trapped beneath him. “Jay, I hate to ask, but would you mind lifting your bottom for me?”
Jay knew he had no other choice in this, it was his fault that he was in this situation, and he had postponed and denied it long enough. He should’ve taken the day off, he thought with a groan as he drew his legs back and plants his hooves on the towels beneath him. Although, that might’ve ended with him trapped in bed, giving birth to their puppies alone in a more traumatic way. They had no home phone, which meant he might’ve had to walk a block away from their little house to call Mae back from work, all whilst in the midst of labor. Thankfully, he found himself there in the Heatherfords comfortable and caring grasp instead.
With a grunt, he lifts his hips as much as he could manage, the exertion gaining him only an inch of space between him and the couch, but Percy took advantage of the moment and yanked his pants down the rest of the way. Only managing to get them down to his ankles, not quick enough to ease his briefs down as well before Jay’s first born was easing out of their birth father’s overstuffed pussy and into his underwear.
It was both fortunate and unfortunate that the position he found himself in now compressed that dense weight directly into his cunt, inadvertently easing the baby out of him after nearly eight hours of denying them their birth. Jay heaves in a few breaths before he drops his chin to his chest and finally gave into what his body was begging of him, groaning as he focused all of his energy towards his first conscious push of the entire day.
“Mngh…” Jay pushes without either of them telling him to and eventually the tension releases him for a blissful moment, giving him time to catch his breath as he dropped his head back against Lily’s chest. Dropping his weight onto the sofa again and panting as he struggled to birth the first of his litter of puppies right into the fabric of his briefs, though even as he did he looked at Percy and then tries turning his eyes upon Lily.
“Will you call for my wife? Will you call Mae?” He asks them finally, when he realizes that this was truly happening to him and there was no way to stop it. The pups were a steam engine and he was simply the tracks.
Percy had reached down to help Jay with his underwear next, but his words stopped him from performing the task, leaving him stuck with the crown of his babe’s head pressed stubbornly into his briefs. The rabbit man looks up at him and nods, “As you wish, my friend. I’ll send a car to retrieve her right away.”
He stood up again and approached their land line to make the calls, leaving his wife to comfort Jay as he begins braying again, his underwear trapped beneath the weight of the bull cows wide ass and the pain peaking when the pup struggles yet again to emerge.
The bovine man bit back a moo as he pushes again even harder than before, despite the restraint, he grasps onto her hands and forces all of his energy downwards. His hips canted forward and he yelps, Liliana has no choice but to reach around him and grasp onto the backs of his knees, dragging his legs back.
“It—It won’t come… It’s not coming outta me…” He sobs pitifully and she kisses his head, casting a glance towards her husband who spoke calmly into the phone for a few moments before he finally returns. His hands bracing against Jay's knees, pushing his legs back against the lower half of his quivering belly to help him, the two of them steadying him as he struggles against his underwear.
Percy finally reaches next to tug down Jay’s underwear, but not before quickly realizing there was no give in their release, and he didn’t know if he had the heart to ask him to lift himself again in the midst of his harsh pushing. His eyes cast a glance towards the scissors, but before he could reach for the sharp object, Jay was crying out again, fighting with every ounce of his strength to push out the pup against the fabric of his underwear.
His friend watches as the head forces itself against the surprisingly forgiving elasticity of their fathers briefs and he knew the head was out by now, a hard, round form outlined in his underwear and sticking out an inch or so from his overly full cunt, right beneath his balls. Percy didn’t even need to lift another finger to help it seemed as Jay kicks off the last of his uniform from his hooves and desperately shoves at his underwear now, deciding that he has struggled for long enough.
The lapin man knew he should aid him and that he shouldn’t find the way he squirmed around on his back, pinned down by the weight pf his own breasts and womb so amusing or arousing, but he couldn’t help it. He watched Jay struggle for a while to push away his underwear and gain himself enough space to finally birth his first puppy, his hands reaching around his huge, aching belly and shoving down the fabric.
The bovine man grunts a few times with the attempt, fumbling with his underwear even as he cramped again, desperate to rid his body of the pup, his tee shirt slipped upwards to reveal his immensely gravid form. His overly wide belly riddled with angry stretch marks, a dark line bisecting the skin, and fur dusting the underside of it. The latest contraction drew his skin so taut that it shined as though you could bounce a quarter off of it.
He had somewhat managed to get his briefs down on his own, although some of the fabric was still trapped under his fat ass and he couldn’t manage to find the time or strength to lift himself up enough to get them off of him. Instead he found the pup a few more inches of space and they took advantage of the moment, surging forward into his underwear, his mouth opened and he tossed his head back finally drawing a long, wounded sound from deep in Jay’s chest, “M-MOOooo!”
Lily held his arms, “There you go. Keep going, Jay. You can do it.” She whispers against his ear, though her eyes were on Percy, noticing how he was torturing their friend. Although she enjoyed the beautiful sight of him struggling just as much as he did. She only wished she could see him from the angle her husband was privy to, but Jay needed her there.
The laboring bovine man went silent with his latest push, his face buried against the side of Lily’s neck, his skin wet from perspiration and his hair sticking to his cheeks and forehead. He tucked his chin to his chest and bore down on that form that felt much too big to come out of him, but did anyway. Forcing the pup out of him and into his briefs, he gasps a few times with the puppy sagging from his cunt and into the wet fabric, before he pushes again.
Despite having been crowning since before brunch, his first born was taking their sweet time emerging from him, and he wished he could get his underwear off so they could come out of him all the way. Even though they didn’t seem to care about it either way as Percy watches Jay birth the puppy directly into his briefs, and finally he moves to assist Jay in pulling the fabric away from his cunt. He pulls his brief’s to the side, stretching the fabric away from the head of the pup, finally allowing them enough space for the rest of then to slip free after what felt like an eternity of laboring for their father.
Jay’s first born squeezed out of his wet, quivering pussy, a slick membrane covering their small body, revealing immediately why his water hadn’t broken, as they were born into their amniotic sack. Percy balances the pup in his hands and lifts them to reveal the puppy to his friend and wife, showing Jay the result of his suffering. Jay blinks blearily down at Percy from above his belly and Mr. Heatherford smiles, “A puppy born en caul, it’s good luck.”
“Very good luck.” Mrs. Heatherford nods, watching with Jay as Percy pierced the sack that surrounded his first born and the amniotic fluid spilled out onto the towels. He pulls the organ gently from the eldest pup and drops it between their fathers legs, taking a clean towel from the pile and rubbing color into the pups skin, swatting their bottom a few times to urge a cry from them. Though it was more of a mewling whimpering, as a healthy pink color rose to their skin, their hair and the fur that covered their legs and parts of their face was a ruddy brown color, like their mothers.
He would’ve handed the pup over to Jay, but his friend was already distracted by bringing his second puppy into the world as Jay groaned. His head lulling to one side when he starts to push again, his cunt blooming around the second of his litter and Percy barely had any time to tie off the cord with a bit of twine. He takes initiative in cutting the cord, swaddling them in a fresh towel and thanking his wife for nudging the basket over with her foot before he placed them gently onto the soft pillow.
They wouldn’t be alone for long, as Jay’s relief didn’t last. He didn’t have a single moment to bask in the realization that he had just given birth for the first time, not when the second pup was barrelling out of him even faster than the last. He seems to forget that he hadn’t fully removed his briefs as he groans, the next pup having just enough space to crown into.
Jay grits his teeth, reaching his hands down to hold the backs of his thighs as he pushes again, not letting up on forcing that pressure out of him until he gasped when he felt the immediate slipping feeling coming from within. He couldn’t stop and instead kept pushing and pushing until he felt their head spreading the lips of his cunt open wide. He draws his legs as far back as he could manage and lifts his hips when he bears down hard, gnashing his teeth and growling until the head popped out of him and he shouts.
Percy took the opportunity then to get a grip on Jay’s briefs, tugging them down over his legs finally to assist him in this ordeal of his. The bull-cows underwear comes away from the babe’s head that hung from his swollen cunt, now allowing them as much space as they needed to be born. They eased forward and a surge of amniotic fluid flowed from him and around their neck, dripping onto the towels beneath him.
Jay held himself up, hooves planted on either side of the couch cushion, his thighs trembled and he heaved in ragged breaths before dropping his chin to his chest again. Forcing himself firmly back against Lily’s chest as she held him close, feeling somewhat overheated herself as she leeches warmth from his body. Between his legs, the babe turned bit by bit between his legs when he pushes and when he gives up the push they slipped downwards naturally with the help of gravity, their shoulders shifting into position for their birth.
He gasps, gripping the backs of his thighs, spreading himself open wide as he pushes again with his waning burst of strength. The pup slipped out of him only a moment after, easier than their previous sibling as they spilled into Percival’s awaiting hands. They started their squalling immediately once they dragged in their first breath, unlike their elder sibling who needed a bit of encouragement. The more canine appearing pup squirmed wildly in Percy’s grasp, incredibly lively, more lively than the first child.
“That was quick! The next few should come just like that.” Percival beams up at Jay from between his legs, and Liliana squeezes Jay’s arms, kissing his head. He pets Jay’s leg, and the large man collapses, laying with his legs splayed and his eye lids fluttering, braying tiredly as he is graced with a few moments of relief from birthing.
Percy shushes the baby, tending to them in the same way he did the first child, before laying them beside the first pup in the prepared basket, able to get them settled in the moments before the next birth. The third pup didn’t seem to be in as much of a rush as the first two of his litter, though the babe did fill Jay’s aching cunt impatiently, awaiting yet another contraction before they would be forced out those last few centimeters into a crown.
“Just a few more pushes then you’re done, sweetheart. You’re doing so well.” Lily hugs Jay's upper half warmly, he knew it was a lie but felt comforted by it anyway. As she looks over to the pups laying in the wicker basket and cooing, “Look at them… They’re absolutely darling."
The pups looked to be at least six pounds each, resting comfortably in their soft swaddles, their eyes closed and brown skin rosy, their heads covered in reddish brown curls, a lovely mix of both Jay and Mabel’s features. Already, their features differed from pup to pup, even just within the variations between the first two. Nubby, newborn horns, tufted bovine ears on either side of their face, and dark hooves, while the other had rounded fuzzy ears that sat atop of their head, a fluffy tail,and soft, pink padded paws. They were adorable and would no doubt cause their parents trouble with age, but that was something to worry about later.
Jay was gazing at the first of his litter, wondering how much longer it would take for Mabel to be dropped off so she would see them herself. She would be sad that she missed most of it, but relieved that he had been in the best of hands. The Heatherfords obviously loved him just as much as his own wife did, their relationship strange but they both welcomed the way they spoiled and pet at them, and he found that he loved them just as much.
His hands found Liliana’s, holding her by her delicate fingers as he laid against her chest, his legs braced on either side of his wide belly, the size of it had diminished only a few inches and still towered above him, three more pups awaiting their birth. His head laid back against her shoulder, gazing up at the crown molding of their sitting room ceiling before his eyes cross and he squeezes them shut with the latest cramp.
He moans, squeezing her hands as he bears down and the third pup slips from him a few inches at once, making him gasp in pain. He drags in another breath before giving another push and the pup drops out of him all at once and into Percival’s awaiting hands, a sickening emptying feeling accompanying their birth.
“Good… Good job, Jay. Wonderful work. You’ll be done in no time flat!” Lily praises him and he smiles at her words, his tail twitching beneath him, although he had no idea if she meant it or not, it made him feel fuzzy inside. She always did, and he was a sucker for the kindness of beautiful women, and men, especially when he was half delirious with pain.
Unable to even appreciate the fact that he was bringing life into this world, not when he barely had a moment between births to take in the sight of his growing number of pups. Unsure, how he’d even manage being an adequate father to them now that they were there, but knowing that he would give it his best try. He loved them with all of his heart, all of it, and they had not only him to rely upon, but Mabel, and Lily, and Percy. They had this beautiful, strange sort of family that would support and love them until the end of time, and in his delirium he found comfort from his pain in that fact.
Jay had lost all sense of communication, too exhausted to find the energy to speak, more preoccupied with coping with the near constant labor pains that assaulted his senses. He felt Percy’s hand against his belly, pressing his fingers into the semi firm flesh that gave beneath his prodding, mooing miserably. The rabbit presses a kiss to his navel apologetically, “Sorry, friend. I’m only trying to check the positions of the last few puppies… I also wanted to take a count of the last of your litter.”
The bloated, sweating bull-cow lays his head back against Lily’s shoulder, licking his dry lips and gazing at the rabbit between his legs who warmly strokes his inner thigh. He gathers his strength, heaving in a few breaths and wincing at the persisting ache between his legs, before he speaks for the first time in a little over an hour. “… Two … Should be… Two more… Doc said.”
He was panting, although he wasn’t excruciatingly full anymore, his stomach was still digesting his large brunch and his womb still housing two chubby, overdue pups who were itching to be born. He had no idea how he didn’t manage to get sick, and he supposed he was lucky that nausea had never been a symptom that plagued him during this pregnancy.
Percy rubs circles into his belly, no doubt feeling when another contraction tightens its way up his spine and around his belly. The laboring man huffs a few times before he gives another firm push when that pain comes to a peak, finally listening to his body as he sought the end of his labor.
Lily rubs the back of his hands as he squeezes her tightly and she couldn’t help thinking about the time when Jay would finally carry their litter. The Heatherfords long awaited heirs… they would have to bring up the idea of surrogacy in a few weeks, once the poor bull-cow recovers from this ordeal. They had no doubt that Jay would be perfect to carry their litter of kits and kittens as he had already proved himself plenty capable of carrying a litter of half canine pups to term and more.
Jay grit his teeth and bore down, moaning as the fourth puppy came slowly forward with a few hard pushes that had him whining at the urgent increase in pressure as their heavy form stretched his abused hole out once again. Somehow finding it harder to bring them to crown even after the first three had battered his poor cunt only moments before, he drops his head back and Lily nuzzles him.
If his face could get any more red it would've as he found himself embarrassed by the fact that he knew he smelled like sweat and blood and whatever other fluids that were coating his skin but she kissed him anyway. Her chest rumbling with a warm purr behind him and he swallowed, tilting his head against hers and squeezing her fingers firmly as his body tenses and he pushes again with the increase of strength he felt drawing from their presence alone.
The pup surged forward and his mouth opens in a silent cry, his hooves digging into the soiled towels beneath him as he bears down on the size of them. He focuses on that slipping feeling and brays pitifully, his expression drawing tight across his face as he grimaces, pushing again until he felt faint. The baby spills out of him from between his legs and he gasps, collapsing against Liliana’s firm warmth, blinking blearily up at her and still smiling as if he was the happiest man in the world.
“It seems you went into the wrong profession, love. Fatherhood looks absolutely stunning on you.” She whispers to him and his eyes close, humming his agreement into her neck, the perfume there permeates his sinuses and he felt as though he was floating on a cloud.
Maybe he would be ready to carry another litter sooner than they thought, her eyes rested on her husband as the rabbit instinctively and gladly attended to the latest pup. He too took to fatherhood with stride, his own smile gentle as he rocked the babe to comfort their sudden, naturally terrifying expulsion into life. Percy took the time between births to cradle the pup, stroking their cheek with his little finger, the love in the room almost palpable.
There was only one child left within him, which was a relief. Each subsequent birth after the second had been somewhat easier than the last, and they assumed the last one would be just as easy. Only, it seemed just from the sight of his belly alone that the next child he delivered would be huge, that or the doctors count was off.
Jay had no clue what he wanted to be more true as he laid there sprawled on his back, exhausted but only given a few moments before his belly was contracting again.
He groans as he weakly pushes again, panting and laying with his legs cast apart, awaiting the impending pressure that would undoubtedly come to his abused and battered pussy. His head resting against Lily’s shoulder, his hands releasing hers to drift mindlessly across his belly. When the cramp that grips him doesn’t let him go, holding onto him with a steady pressure, he draws in a dizzying breath and bears down again.
This pup didn’t slip forward down his birth canal and instead it creeps downwards with the tight contractions and his exhausted pushes, just barely filling his cunt after a few minutes.
Percy watches his glistening hole flutter, awaiting the latest emergent, but they don’t come out in a couple pushes like their previous siblings and instead they squeezed out of him bit by bit. The couple realized that the last pup was larger than the others before their laboring father did, when the bovine man pushed that time with all of his might and collapses, panting against Lily’s breast.
“Ow… Fuck…” He whimpers, his thighs trembling, dragging his hooves back and bracing them against the towels beneath him. Percy moves then to turn and lay the pup in his arms down in the basket among their siblings, freeing his hands for what would seem to be a trying delivery.
“Something wrong, Jay?”
“How do you feel?
He wasn’t exactly sure which of them asked either question, but he nods anyway, his head jerking up and down, eyes squinted and teeth gnashed as he forced breath into his lungs. He had been allowed more space to expand his diaphragm now that he wasn’t stuffed so thoroughly with puppies, but he panted still as the pains restricted him from catching his breath.
“It’s not… coming how it should— Ngh." He lays against the feline woman with his eyes shut tightly, she pets his hair with her free hand, her other holding him upright across his chest. “Is it… coming?”
His breath was thin, face twisted into a grimace as he drags in a few more gulps of air before lifting his head and dropping his chin to his chest. He bears down on that immense form within him, squeezing it out of him at an agonizingly slow pace.
Percival eyes focus on the space between his legs, watching fluid dribble from his overly stretched cunt lips, and shaking his head as he watches his labia bulge open from the inside. “They are. I see it, they just might be a bit larger than the others.”
A bit? Jay gasps, feeling moments from fainting, dropping his head backward and tucking his face against Lily’s sweetly perfumed skin. It felt as though he was delivering a bowling ball made of pure lead, pushing it out between his legs at a pace akin to the movement of chilled honey.
“—ARUGH! My God, I’m gonna split in half! I’ll split, I know it!” He pants, pussy twitching moments before the lapin man could finally see the head of the pup as his labia pouts open around the crown of their head, a dime sized bit of hair turning into a nickle then shrinking again.
“You won’t split, I swear. You only need to push, just how you did with the others.” Percy reassures him and Lily pets Jay's hair, urging him to keep going, to push with all his might to get the youngest puppy out of him.
The rabbits wife joins the praising and comforting, “Come now, you’re almost finished. Just give another big push, love.”
He knew she was fibbing that time when she looks down at him with her intent gaze, he could feel the baby oozing out of his core at an agonizing pace but he couldn't help himself when he was encouraged by Mrs. Heatherford's words. Liliana and her beautiful round face, her intensely green eyes, and skin as brown as rich soil and smooth as fresh butter, he wished he could marry a second woman as he gazed up at her through the haze of his exhaustion and pain. He thought that he might bring the idea up to Mabel one day, maybe in the afterglow of another one of their wonderful events, when every other guest had gone home and the four of them found their way upstairs to the master bedroom again to sleep off that nights drinks.
Liliana brings him out of his reverie by stroking his furrowed brow comfortingly, pressing a sweet kiss to his forehead before parting her gaze from his when she looks to her husband. The lapin man grasps Jay’s hand where it pressed against the side of his lopsided gut, his womb nearly empty and the tautness nearly gone, his friend was eager to help him get this over with.
“Let's turn you over. It'll be much easier to deliver this pup on your knees, I promise.” Percy's smile was just as gentle as Lily’s and Jay swallows thickly, nodding his agreement, approving their next move. The Heatherfords moved to action immediately in the lull between his contractions before they could be interrupted by another debilitating cramp.
Lily stayed on the couch, offering her support, as Percy led Jay to come off of the cushions, helping him at a slow, careful pace to the edge of the sofa. Looking to get him squatting on the floor above another towel, wanting gravity to do most of the work for the exhausted and weary bovine man.
Jay had to stop himself when another cramp coils its way around his spine and tightens across his belly like a vice. He sits his weight on one leg, holding himself open with Lily’s help as he braces his weight against her. Percy assisting in holding his knees open, doing their best to avoid the child's head from slipping backward. He can't help but push again in that awkward position on the edge of the Heatherford’s couch, one hoof planted on the hardwood floor and the other braced on the couch cushion.
He heaves in a few breaths, wincing and arching his back as he lifts his ass and pushes, bearing down on that wide head that eased itself from his pouting cunt. One of his hands steadied himself there, clamped down on Lily’s arm so tightly that he was afraid he might bruise her but she made no sound as though she was in pain. Less delicate than he thought she was for such a lovely woman. His other hand was still in Percy's and the man also said nothing in complaint of how tightly he was grasping him when he bows forward and keens.
“There you are… Just like that. Perfect. What a good man.” Percy's praises were just as constant and warm as his wife's, the two of them holding Jay steady despite his own waning strength when he trembles intensely.
“You've got it.” Her voice was nice and he sags his head against her bosom, dragging in deep breaths. “It shouldn’t be too long now.”
The two of them wait for him to gather his breath and as much strength as he could manage before they continue to move him off of the couch. Gathering him into a squat against the side of it, settling himself between Liliana’s thighs with his arms braced on her knees and in front of a kneeling Percival who presses his legs open wide.
“They're right there. One more push and the head should be out. The rest won't be far behind.”
Percy had been a surprisingly adept midwife, so much so that it made Jay wonder how he had come upon such a skill set as a prominent artist, but he was too distracted to ask such a thing just yet. Instead he found himself in the midst of another push, gnashing his teeth and forcing that head out of him as hard as he could until he felt faint and saw spots in his vision.
Lily’s arms hooked beneath his shoulders, bearing some of his weight for him when he sags, her lips against his ear as she steadily reminds him. “Breathe, love. You must breathe.”
“Breathe and push.” Percy encourages him, watching as Jay’s cunt blooms outward with the form of the biggest head yet and their friend was helpless in biting back the shout that escaped him when the pup finally crowns.
“Harder.” It was the first order Percy truly gave him that made his heart still and his focus sharpen the edges of his blurred vision. He looks at him Percy looks more serious than he ever saw him as he stares at his aching cunt as it pouts outwards with the size of his last child, the rabbit intent on getting him and the final pup through this birth. It startled him how sharp his gaze was.
Jay felt his cock jump and Percy’s eyes rose to meet his stare, he had noticed the twitch of Jay's cock and the glistening smear of precum that dragged across the underside of his belly. His cheeks reddened and his whiskers twitched nervously before he looked away from his face just as quickly as he met his gaze, focusing instead on guiding the head out of his friend without any issue. His hand cupped the dome of the pup's head, placing his palm flat there to ease the burden of it's size and keep the bull-cows skin from over stretching. He would get him through this without a single tear, he was sure of it.
“Again, Jay.” Percy urged him and Jay sobs, frustrated by the lack of process, despite the couple’s encouragement.
“I’m trying!” He shouts, his head rolls backward and he swallows, his adams apple bobbing. Sweat rolled down his temple as he perches there in a squat on top of his hooves, his freckled cheeks flushed a deep red from the effort of bringing forth his babe. He couldn’t believe he was having such difficulty delivering them, even with the help of gravity.
Neither of the Heatherfords said anything more then, afraid they might anger the already exasperated bull-cow, instead they sat with him and they waited patiently for him to find his own footing. Percy cupped what had emerged of the pup’s head, holding Jay’s thigh open. Lily held him upright with her arms tucked beneath his, steadying him as he quivers with effort. They had no choice but to let him take his time, the bovine man leaving himself to the mercy of the emerging pup.
Jay hangs his head forward, returning back to his old ways, his hips rolling in slow circles, allowing the sheer size of the pup ease itself forward and out of him. His eyes shut and his mouth pursed, dark brows knit in the midst of him breathing in… and out… and breathing as best he could for as long as he could, through the latest cramp. Until he couldn’t help it when his womb contracts and he pushes, his mouth dropping open and face contorting into a pained sneer, forcing the pups head out of him.
It eases out to its widest point with that push and he moans a wounded sound that was akin to a wail, his body trembling more intensely then, his thighs twitching and hands finding Lily’s where she held his uneasy form steady. He had no choice but to bray between his lamentations, too afraid to push again in fear that he would in fact split in two when that babe creeps lower bit by painstaking bit.
His cunt pouts outward around the massive size of it, the labia stretching as wide, drawing thin around the form of the pup, and Percy was afraid that he just might tear. Until Jay was panting again when his muscles draw tight and he blinks, mouth open, dragging in breaths, and his eyes gazing off into some middle distance behind Percy. He’s mooing again when that fat, impossible head is forced out past its widest point and erupts from his pussy, hanging between his legs.
He shudders, cringing from the pain but they kept him steady on his feet as he brayed uncomfortably, “Ooow… Fuck.”
Who knew their Jay had such a potty mouth, though they couldn’t blame him. He had been so good for so long, and doing so well that he might’ve deserved even more than a few curses when that grapefruit sized head nearly ruptured him. Their beautiful bull-cow was on full display, his immense fertile body showing off how perfect of a specimen he was, swollen breasts wobbling where they rested against his sagging belly. He shudders and a low moan rises from his chest, his hips rocking more persistently until he bears down intently on the heavy weight inside of him.
“ARUGH—” Jay shudders, whining when that pressure increased to a sharp peak, the baby coming down his birth canal, closer and closer to the point where they could finally come free. The pup turned, their shoulders forced against his too full cunt and he doesn’t give into defeat just yet, dragging in a few lungfuls of air in preparation for the next push.
They watch him as his face darkens, Jay holding his breath when he exerts the last burst of his energy down and forces the heavy pup out of him. A strangled cry escaped him when the last of his litter squeezes out of him and tumbles into Percy’s awaiting hands with a stuttered wail. The weight of the pup nearly taking the waifish rabbit down when they burst from him in a deluge of amniotic fluid, their little body looking much smaller than it did when it was coming out of him.
Jay couldn’t help it when he breathes out a laugh, blinking blearily down at Percy and the squalling newborn squirming in a towel in the rabbits arms, “That’s all?” His head lolls back, his eyes falling shut when his legs quake, struggling to keep himself upright.
“Don’t discredit yourself, my sweet.” Percy chuckles, gathering the baby in his arms, swaddling them lovingly and rocking them soothingly, “I’d say this pup is three pounds heavier than all the others, and you’ve done wonderfully.”
“Sure fuckin’ felt like it.” Jay groans, and Lily smiles against the side of his head, she holds onto the shaking bull-cow, steadying him as he rises to settle himself onto the edge of the couch. He winces and lowers himself backwards to lay himself down against Mrs. Heatherford and the couch that became his birthing bed.
“They’re precious.” She comforts him when he rests against her, praising him while she pets his head, kissing his forehead, “You’re finished, love, and you’ve been absolutely fantastic.”
Percy turns to lay the babe down among their resting siblings, stroking each of their fuzzy heads and ears gently, moving the basket gently closer to the couch in order for Jay to see them better.
The exhausted bovine man smiles tiredly to his side where he gazes at the litter of puppies he had delivered, floating in a dreamlike state of post labor relief that felt almost like bliss in the absence of the near constant pain he had been in for nearly 24 hours. A pain that accompanied nearly eleven uncomfortable and draining months of pregnancy. That was until Percy gently began to massage Jay’s soft, round belly, urging his womb to contract around the final part of his delivery, easing the afterbirth from him.
Jay moans, turning his face into Lily’s bosom, Percy apologizes as he rubs his stomach but continues until he’s sure that their beloved Jay’s womb was emptied. The lapin man gathers the organ in a towel for disposal, petting his friends leg warmly, “Alright. You’re done, handsome. It’s finished.”
Lily caresses Jay’s hair as her beloved bovine rests against her chest, embracing him warmly, while her husband gathers a fresh towel to cover their friend’s lower half, finally offering him some inkling of modesty. It barely mattered to Jay when the weary bull-cow man finally closes his eyes without another word and couldn’t keep himself from slipping into a deep, dreamless rest in Lily’s comforting grasp.
That rest lasted for around a half hour, Lily relaxing beneath the sleeping Jay, stroking his hair and cheek, squeezing his arms and hands gently while he slept. Percy takes up the task of cleaning up, gathering the soiled towels from beneath him and the floor, and replacing the towels on the sofa to avoid any stains. Although he was sure they would call the cleaner either way, it was better to be safe as both Heatherfords loved that sofa. The rabbit man gathers his clothes next, collecting every bit of dirty fabric to take it into the wash room, flitting between the sitting room and the kitchen.
He stops in the sitting room to speak to his wife after loading the washer and placing the kettle on the stove, his voice was quiet as not to disturb their friend nor his litter. He comes to stand beside the sofa where his wife laid beneath Jay’s plush form nearly smothering the woman. Though she looked quite content where she was, her thumb stroking the back of the sleeping man’s hand, fingers intertwined with his.
“I’ve put some water on to boil. I think we all need some refreshments after such an ordeal.” Percy smiles down at the two of them and the pups at his feet, his hand rests against Lily’s shoulder, rubbing the back of her neck with his thumb and leaning down to kiss her lips. Their whiskers touched briefly, his hand resting atop of the two of theirs, nosing her warmly then pressing a kiss to Jay’s head.
“It’s been a while since you called the chauffeur, love. I’m worried that horrible man hasn’t granted her leave.” Liliana frowns and Percival sighs, resting his weight against the couch, resting his arm across his wife’s shoulders. The two of them were well aware of the proprietor of Huger estate and how unkind he was, not just from what their friends told them, but from their own run ins with the covetous swine over the years of them living there in Ivy Bend.
“I’m sure she’s coming as fast as she can.” Percy nods, the two of them discussing the topic of the bovine man’s wife quietly, reassuring themselves as they sat with the sleeping Jay. That was until Percy moved to stand up again, looking to turn the heat off beneath the teapot before it could whistle too loudly and wake the rest of the family.
He returns to the sitting room with a tea tray complete with a teapot and cups, set among cream, sugar, and light snacks. Percy sets the tray down onto the coffee table when there was a frantic knock on the door, and immediately the Heatherfords knew who stood on their front porch.
The rabbit moved to leave the room and answer the door where the flustered canine woman stood, looking faint in the late summer heat, her olive face flushed dark. Her curls sticking to her sweating forehead and neck, “Is he alright? The pups?” She gasps out her questions, looking past Percy who gladly and quickly welcomed her inside, beckoning her past the threshold.
“He’s fine. Take a breath, my dear. He and the pups are resting.” The dejected look that crossed her face didn’t go without notice, but Percival places a hand on her shoulder and her searching eyes went from the foyer and the sitting room archway to his gaze. “It’s alright. We’re all just glad you’re here now. Especially Jay, he’s been asking for you.”
“I— We can’t thank you enough, Percy. Truly. Thank you.” She couldn’t help it when she wraps her arms around Percival in a tight embrace, and he warmly returns the hug. His hand rests on the back of her head, the short, thickset woman was barely taller than his chest, but obviously stronger as she knocks the breath from him.
Mabel was still in her work clothes, worn denim jeans and a plaid shirt, her straw hat hanging behind her from her neck. She smells like petrichor, fresh grass and dark fertile soil, a real down to earth woman who worked outside most of the day looking after her peers on the farm. She enjoyed her job, it was fulfilling to use her canine shepherding traits, but she just wished that her overseer wasn’t such a horrible, irritating man who cared only about production and nothing about empathy.
Percy chuckles and pats her back, “Of course, it’s our pleasure, beauty. Now go, he and Lily will be glad to see you… there’s also more than a few new additions for you to meet too.”
Mabel nods, standing up straight and sniffing, tearing up simply with the anticipation of stepping into that room, “Okay.” She nods again, stepping past Percy and down the hall to where she knew the sitting room was.
Percival let her go on her own, stepping out of the front door to offer their chauffeur a tip, thanking the older bear man and letting him know that his services would not be needed for the rest of the day and into the night. He knew that Jay and Mae Celestino would be staying with them for at least the next day, if not until Jay recovered from his labor completely.
Inside, Lily looks up to see Mabel step into the sitting room from the foyer hall, she lights up at the sight of her and the woman hurries over. That was until she stopped in her tracks at the sight of the wicker basket filled with puppies, “Oh my goodness.”
Mabel removes her hat, unbuttoning her shirt to uncover her tank top, allowing her to cool down a bit more as she approaches the basket and lowers herself down beside the sofa. “Oh, Jay.”
She could barely believe her eyes as she gazes at the little of sleeping pups, Lily watches her quietly with a smile on her face and squeezes Jay’s arm, rubbing him awake. Urging him gently, “Jay, dear. Look who’s here.”
“No, no… Let him sleep. He deserves the rest.” She says with a wave of her hand, covering her lips with a finger and resting a hand on her husband’s ankle, rubbing the soft fur on his leg gently. Her eyes barely parting for even a moment from the beautiful, resting faces of her pups, unshed tears glistening in her eyes, “I can’t believe they’re here.”
Lily hums, “He tried his best to hold back, but they couldn’t wait a moment longer.”
“I can’t believe I missed it...” She shakes her head, sitting with the basket of pups on the floor, leaning against the side of the sofa, “That damned Huger.”
Percival returned to them, catching the end of her complaint as he approaches the tea tray he left steaming on the coffee table, pouring three cups of tea and preparing them each how he knew Lily, Mae, and himself liked to take it. He shakes his head, agreeing with Mabel and frowning as he pours the cream and drops a few cubes of sugar into the separate tea cups.
“I’ll give Sullivan a call. I thought he would find it in his hollow heart to allow you to take off from work early today for Jay’s and your pups sake, but obviously I overestimated him yet again.” Percy lifts one of the cups of tea to offer it to Mabel and lifts the second to hand it off to Lily.
“That fat bastard doesn’t care about anyone but himself and his bottom line.” Mabel snaps, although she bites her lip, flushing at the anger she felt, “Sorry.”
“Out of all people, we understand your distaste for him the most I’m sure.” Percy sighs, stepping over to settle himself in one of the sitting room armchairs, one that was closest to Lily, holding his own cup of tea on his knee.
“And he is quite… portly.” Lily bites back a snicker and Mabel glances to her, still biting her lip but the smile that came to her face was obvious. It relieved Lily to see that anger wash away from her charming face, replaced with comfort and joy again. Her eyes went to Jay when he stirs against Lily’s chest, sitting up when his eyes part and he blinks blearily, looking towards the familiar voice.
They saw each other then for the first time since early that morning, hours ago when he was still chock full of puppies, but now he looked a bit more like himself than he had in nearly a year. His belly still swollen, but not as huge as it was at dawn, it made his breasts look bigger than ever, but with a few milkings he’d be relieved of the obvious pressure and feel much better.
“Hey you.” She smiles at him, her tail thudding lightly against the floor behind her as she turns to face him. Her hand drifts upward, squeezing his thigh then and gazing at him as he slowly gathers his bearings.
His voice was hoarse when he gathers his breath to speak, “You made it.”
“Of course I did, baby.” She nods, reaching out her hand to grasp the fingers of his opposite hand, the one that he wasn’t gripping Lily with. “You knucklehead. Why didn’t you tell me how bad you felt this morning. You must’ve been in labor all night.”
“I didn’t know… I swear I didn’t.” Jay murmured, squeezing her fingers and she kisses his knuckles, nuzzling the back of his hand. He strokes her cheek with his thumb, looking warmly at his wife then towards the pups, smiling towards the litter, “I haven’t held them yet.”
“Would you like to?” She asks him softly and he swallows thickly, nodding his head with a soft smile.
Mabel releases his hand with another squeeze, setting her tea cup onto the coffee table, and sitting up on her knees, “Who would you like first?” She asks him and looks across the five comfortable, sleepy pups.
“Dealers choice.” He chuckles, watching as Mabel takes her pick, lifting the two smallest of the quintuplets in her arms, rocking them when they whimper uncomfortably. Disrupting the warm organization of pups, but they settled again quickly, while their mother handed off two of them to their father.
Liliana assisted Jay in gathering the babies in his arms, knowing he was still drained, she offered his arms extra support. Mabel tucking the towels the pups were swaddled in away from their chubby faces, Lily rests her hand against hers where it laid across the pup briefly, meeting her eyes with a fond smile. The four of them had a connection that was mostly unspoken, but obviously a deep a bond as any other, with the way they spoke and left lingering touches upon each others skin.
“I guess none of them have been named either?” Mabel asks, turning her eyes from Lily then to Jay, settling herself down against the couch so she could gaze upon her husband as he cradled two of their five pups in his arms.
Jay’s attention so thoroughly enraptured by them that he didn’t respond to her immediately, and instead Percy spoke, “No. Not yet. I suppose we were waiting patiently for your arrival to decide.” He smiles softly and she sits down beside the couch, gathering the youngest and largest pup into her arms next, laying them warmly against her chest as they snuffled and mewled quietly against her breast.
“Momma has you.” She murmurs warmly, rubbing the pup’s back in gentle circles, gazing down at them and the other two pups who laid curled against each other on top of the soft linen covered pillow. A smile breaks across her face when she laughs, “We’re gonna need more hands for these little ones.”
“And you’ll have them.” Percy answered and Mabel looks up at him as he gazes at her kindly, “We have two extra pairs here, whenever you need them.”
“The both of you have made that abundantly clear, and we couldn’t be more grateful.” She smiles and spares a glance towards Jay who’s calm expression assured her of her next words, “Which is why Jay and I have been decided to ask you… if the two of you would be so kind as to become their Godparents.”
Mr and Mrs Heatherfords faces lit up instantaneously, smiling delightedly, as they looked between Mabel and her better half. Two people they held the most dear and closely to their heart. Neither pair had been more elated to be asked a question before, besides maybe the day Percy proposed to Lily, and Liliana is the first to speak when she squeezes Jay from behind tenderly, her eyes resting upon Mabel.
Characters: Sam (Look Outside), Sybil (Look Outside), Trans Male Sam (Look Outside) - Character, Lyle (Look Outside), Hellen (Look Outside), Leigh (Look Outside), Eugene (Look Outside), Dan (Look Outside)
Additional Tags: freak outside, freakoutside, Kinktober 2025, Look Outside Kinktober 2025, Masturbation, Apocalypse, Trans Male Character, Cunnilingus, Kidnapping, Threesome - F/F/M, Strap-Ons, Weird Biology, Samwiched, Eugene Has A Big Dick, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Slight Voyeurism, Stalker Lyle, Cuck Lyle, Anal Sex, pregnancy mention, Vaginal Fingering, Finger Sucking, Fingerfucking, Hand Jobs, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Femdom, Dirty Talk, Sexual Overstimulation, Sam is the slut, Aftercare, Light Petting, Hellamleigh, Whore-or, Parasitic Dick, Light Bondage, Webcams, Stuffing, Belly Rubs, Belly Bulge, Belly Kink
Summary: Lyle helps Sam out.
What happened?
Sam blinked and looked around blearily. His head was spinning and he breathed in sharply when he tried bringing his hands in front of him but failed, tugging at the bindings on his wrists. Then looking around again at the room around him, frowning into the darkness and wriggling his limbs again but to no avail.
It was dark. The only source of light being a glowing red bulb above him. His brows furrowed and he hissed at the pain that seared through his face after the expression, rocking once, twice, then rolling himself onto his side. He groaned, dropping his head down against the softness beneath his head. A pillow? Where the hell was he?
The chemical smell that permeated the air was almost overwhelming. His eyes slowly adjusted to the dark and he looked up at the ceiling of the room where he sees photos hanging above him. Photos… Oh.
“Lyle?” He called, trying to keep his voice steady, but he couldn’t stop his mind from racing. Why the fuck was he tied up in Lyle’s darkroom? Why the fuck was he even tied up at all?
The last thing he remembered… He had been in his old coworkers apartment, looting— exploring. Trying to find a way down to the first floor, like how Jeanne had told him, but there was this crazy, feral dog thing, and then some frightening freak of nature made of eyeballs. He knew he should’ve healed before he went through the door, but hindsight was always 20-20.
Sam huffed, “Lyle, I swear to god if you don’t fucking untie me right now!” He rose his voice even louder that time, yelling towards where he assumed the door would be. His eyes had adjusted more and more to the room as time passed, and he thought that he could make out most of what was inside the room with him. Like the developing table, the shelves that held chemicals and supplies used in photo printing.
His eyes closed and he twisted one of his hands around in a circle, grimacing at the tightening stretch burn of the plastic wrapped around his wrists, “Fucking… goddamn… Boy scout.” He squirmed on the makeshift cot he found himself on, stretching his legs out in front of him and realizing he was bound by his ankles too in a separate knot.
Grateful that, at the very least, he wasn’t hog tied.
Sam inspected the strands of film that tied his limbs together, thinking how much of a waste it was for Lyle to use his precious film to bind him there in this room. A room that had been locked the last time he checked, and yet, Lyle had dragged him inside and laid him down. He looked to the floor then, and he noticed the bloody splotches there. His blood.
He must’ve dragged him here from the bathroom after he failed at killing the thing with all the eyes. He guessed that he was lucky to even be alive right now, he looked up again at the photos hanging above him and he squints at them through the dark. He could’ve sworn… that one was… his apartment door?
Sam startles when the doorknob to the room rattles, looking to it just in time to see his gracious host push open the door and step into the room with the whirring of machinery. He frowns across the room at him, “Untie me, Lyle.” He told him in an even voice, not afraid of the glassy eyed freak one bit, even when he was trapped on his side staring up at him.
“I… uh… It’s for your own good. You were injured and i-it was the only way to get you to stop moving…” The sound of his aperture adjusting filled the air and he felt his eyes on him, or what could be considered his eyes as the glass shined back at him, knowingly.
“I’m sure I wasn’t moving that much when I was unconscious.” He frowned at Lyle, “This isn’t going to get me to fuck you.”
Lyle’s strange face flushed and Sam stared back at him, “I-I- That’s not what- I wasn’t d-doing this for—”
“—Then why am I tied up?! Let me the fuck go. I want to get back and rest in my own bed.” He squirmed, tugging on his binding and arching his back as he struggled to tug his arms out of the tight plastic strips before he gave up again with an exasperated groan. “I don’t have time for this.” He sighs, dropping his head back and rolling onto his back.
A moment of silence stretched out between them as he stared up at the ceiling of the room, before he turns his head again to look at the guy. “Come on, Lyle. What? Do you want something from me? Another stupid kiss or something?” He asked, and he was met with the avoidance of eye contact as Lyle shuffled nervously in place, an odd sound almost like the faint tapping of a keyboard accompanying it.
“W-Well… Now that you mention it…”
“You pervert! And to think I really believed you for a minute!” He laughed, shaking his head and squirming on his back, struggling against his bonds in attempt to free himself, kicking his legs out and tugging on his wrists until they ached. “Agh— Fuck! Fine. What? You want another kiss or what?”
Sam looked at Lyle and he wondered if the half man, half camera, amalgamation knew he’d get his ass handed to him by the eyeball creature in his bathroom when he let him through. Their gaze met and Lyle was looking at him in that shy, uncomfortable way that made him unsure whether to pity him or be apprehensive of him, the darkness of his face lit up by a rosy blush to his cheeks.
“I p-promise to let you go right after.” Lyle closed the distance between them, shoving his bulky body between the wall and the foot of the cot where he laid Sam.
“Right after? Right after what?” He asked him, unnerved by his captive’s sudden self assuredness.
Sam’s heart fluttered in his chest when Lyle came to him, that familiar mechanical whirring starting up again when he brought his face real close, not asking him to close his eyes this time at least. His hand grabbed his legs by his ankle bindings and lifted upwards, causing him to gasp in surprise, “What the hell are you doing?!”
“Just… Let me see…” He started, ignoring Sam for the most part as he manhandled him, his other hand tugging the waistband of his jeans down and up so his ass was exposed in just one moment.
“H-Hey! This wasn’t part of the deal!” Sam couldn’t do much in this predicament besides squirm, but even then, his entire lower half was being held suspended in air as Lyle bent him at the hips. And while he had never been afraid of him before, the way he contorted him any which way he pleased made him lightheaded.
“Ah-- I-I knew it.” The camera freak all but purred in a way that shocked Sam from the sound, as he was being inspected like some specimen to be examined without any regard for him at all.
Lyle held his legs upright, almost far enough to curl Sam into himself, and he was fat enough that it almost made it hard to breathe. His kidnapper didn’t seem to have a care in the world though as Sam felt a rough hand drift along one of his cheeks before the finger slipped across his perineum and over the lips of his cunt where it was squeezed between his thighs.
Sam shuddered at the cool, methodical feeling, squirming on his back and struggling to look at Lyle from the position he was in, “Put me down. Right now.” He tried to make himself sound intimidating, but the touch sent ripples through him that were reverberating back doubly as intense.
“But y-you said I could have a kiss.” Lyle sounded disappointed, but there was a heat between his legs that he knew he couldn’t contribute to his own body. Especially not when he felt the first strange, sloppy stroke of the other’s tongue as it dipped between his folds and he sighed.
“Lyle—”He should’ve kept fighting this, but he couldn’t help it. It just felt too good. Who would’ve thought, the weird little man he worked with years ago would be the first person to eat him out?
Sam flexed his thighs, slick squeezing out from his hole and drooling down his pussy, right into Lyle’s ready mouth as he lapped it up like a thirsty animal. Briefly, he wished for the bindings to go just so Lyle could take more of him into his wide maw as it opened around the small exposure of his cunt. His lips smearing his spit across his thighs and ass as he struggled to push the hot, wet flesh of his tongue between his thick thighs and into his folds.
“Ngh— Fuck. What the fuck, Lyle…” Sam subtly rocked his hips against that gaping mouth, not being able to help himself as he silently begged for him to go deeper. He needed him deeper. “More.” He flushed, embarrassing himself with the desperateness of it all, but for one blissful moment he could ignore the wantonness of his own voice.
Lyle obeyed. He adjusts his face, the cool glass of his eyes brushing Sam’s inner thighs when his tongue writhed its way between Sam’s tight folds and the broad heat of it licked his hole.
Sam gasped, canting his head back and curling his toes when a full body shudder coursed through him, “Come on… Come on then.” He grit his teeth, biting down on his lower lip and rocking back against his fat tongue.
This kiss definitely topped the first one.
Lyle followed directions well as he lapped at Sam’s dripping folds, making such a mess of him that it was impossible to tell what part of it was Sam and what part was drool on Lyle’s part. Sam’s eyes shut and he rolled his hips, chasing after that spark that came from Lyle’s tongue brushing against his hole before it dipped inside again and his lips closed around his vulva.
He was sucking on him then in the midst of all the messy licking, tasting really, and Sam wanted that delicious monstrosity that was his neighbors mouth to draw an orgasm out of him. Lyle slurped at Sam’s fat mound, all lips and tongue, and wonderful heat that made him rock desperately on his face, taking more and more of the length of his tongue inside of him. It was inhuman, he knew that much, but he didn’t care. He just needed him, “Deeper.”
Despite the squeeze, Lyle shoved his tongue as far as it would go, slithering that malleable muscle up Sam’s cunt and lapping at his insides . The entirety of it found its way inside of him, stuffing him to the point where it almost felt tight, like when he tried sitting on three of his fingers, but not that much. That wet mass licked, chasing after the places that made Sam twitch until he came undone with a jolt and a shudder, his mouth open in a silent cry as the entirety of his body tensed then released incrementally.
Lyle unraveled his tongue from inside of him only a few moments after that, drool threading from his mouth to Sam’s cunt before he wiped his mouth with his cloak sleeve. Looking quite pleased with himself as he watched Sam’s slick leak from between his thighs, even as he held him nearly at a 120 degree angle, until he finally lowered him back down again. Sam could have sworn he heard a few clicks of a camera shutter, but he was too out of it to realize or even care to complain.
Either way, true to his word, Lyle’s spindly limbs rose out from the darkness of his cloak and snapped the bindings of film that had held Sam’s arms behind his body and his legs trapped together. His limbs fell limply to the cot below and he panted, catching his breath and allowing just a few more trembles to run their course, before he pushed himself up and stood on shaky legs. He gathered himself, pulling up his pants, and grabbing his items as he left the dark room without another word, walking back to his apartment on unsteady legs.
Characters: Sam (Look Outside), Sybil (Look Outside), Trans Male Sam (Look Outside) - Character, Lyle (Look Outside), Hellen (Look Outside), Leigh (Look Outside), Eugene (Look Outside), Dan (Look Outside)
Additional Tags: freak outside, freakoutside, Kinktober 2025, Look Outside Kinktober 2025, Masturbation, Apocalypse, Trans Male Character, Cunnilingus, Kidnapping, Threesome - F/F/M, Strap-Ons, Weird Biology, Samwiched, Eugene Has A Big Dick, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Slight Voyeurism, Stalker Lyle, Cuck Lyle, Anal Sex, pregnancy mention, Vaginal Fingering, Finger Sucking, Fingerfucking, Hand Jobs, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Femdom, Dirty Talk, Sexual Overstimulation, Sam is the slut, Aftercare, Light Petting, Hellamleigh, Whore-or, Parasitic Dick, Light Bondage, Webcams, Stuffing, Belly Rubs, Belly Bulge, Belly Kink
Summary: Sam's hole gets whored out this Halloween season.
The night before the apocalypse started was like any other.
Sam spent the day roaming from room to room as always. He always tried to wake up at a decent time, despite being unemployed, and he made sure to shower and brush his teeth at least once a day, especially when he didn’t feel like it. Even though it only made him feel minutely better in a way, as if he was tricking his mind into thinking he had something more to do. He spent that day in the living room with the TV on, he ate a huge serving of pizza bites for lunch, then played video games until it was time to go to bed.
He stepped inside of his bedroom and walked over to the window where he looked outside at the neighborhood he had lived most of his adult life. The street lights, the park opposite the apartment building, and the people milling about on the sidewalk, heading home for the day or going out for the night. Whichever it was, he closed the blinds on their journey, something he did every night to keep the sun out when morning came.
Ending his day, Sam climbed beneath his sheets and settled in for the night. Unaware of the looming cosmic anomaly approaching the minuscule blue rock that circled an equally insignificant yellow star. Or the growing crack in the wall of his bedroom where a growing darkness loomed, a closed eye floating in the shadows until it would open again.
Sam closed his own eyes, turning his face into his pillow with a sigh, waiting for sleep to take him. Which it did. Or he thought it did when he felt himself floating in that dreamlike state, warm and comfortable, like a great big hand cradling him in a sea of dark. There was a heat to him now that made him feel like squirming, his breath coming to him faster as he pressed his thighs together beneath the sheets.
Something was coming.
His toes curled, his legs drawing upwards, and his hand slipping between his thighs. He slipped his hand into his sweatpants and his fingers went beneath the band of his boxers. A soft gasp coming from him when he touched the engorged head of his clit, his cunt twitched and he felt hot slick drool from his hole. It fluttered around nothing and he moaned at the inadequacy of the feeling, needing… something.
Sam rubbed at his clit, pinching it between two fingers and massaging slowly, before he shoved the fingers of his other hand into his sleep pants and then his boxers. His chest rising and falling at a quickened pace as he dipped his opposite hand into the honeypot that was his dripping hole. He arched and his mouth opened in a wanton sigh, his eyelids fluttering when he swirled one of his fingers around and then dipped inside again, catching his own slick on his finger tip and rubbing the heat across his clit.
While he touched himself often, only slightly more than he used to when he was employed, this time it felt better than usual. Maybe because it was a dream, or, because it felt like a dream. He knew that he hadn’t turned over and dug into his end table for one of his toys, so it had to be one. He had never gotten off to just someone’s hand before, not even his own, but this time it was different.
Sam’s mouth opened and he groaned, tilting his head back and turning his face into the pillow, slipping a second finger inside of his waiting hole. He was desperate for any inch of friction he could gain from fucking himself on his fingers, refocusing his attention on rubbing his clit with the other hand. He curled in on himself just enough so that those two fingers opened him in a way that made him ache from the stretch.
Desperately, he rocked against his fingers, attempting to add a third to the mix but it only made his eyes water when he tried. A searing pain warning him not to get too eager, and he took heed. He didn’t want to wake up from this dream yet, he just needed to get off, so he relented the third finger and instead focused on using the other two the best he could.
He huffed when he stuffed those two fingers inside and moaned as he pushed inside of himself, chasing that heat he felt deep in his gut and the spark that jolted up his spine. His eyes rolled back and he shoved, reaching up as far as he could and wriggling his fingers there, while his other hand pinched his throbbing clit. His back arched, biting down on his lower lip, chasing that pleasure and attempting to fill that delicious ache he felt by stretching his fingers as far up his pussy as they would go.
His teeth clenched and he whimpered, planting his foot on the bed and pushing his fingers upwards, his heart thudded in his ears and he cried out when his fingertips brushed his cervix. Heat flooded his body and pure electricity sparked through every one of his limbs, forcing an intense, entire body shudder through him as he came.
The intense orgasm left him trembling, and he tracked the residual shudders in each arm and leg to make sure he was still in one piece. In a few moments, his breathing regulated and his heartbeat slowed to a constant steady thump in his chest, before sleep overtook him once again.
In the deep darkness of his room as he dreamt, he imagined he saw stars and color streak across the sky, a foreboding harbinger of the end days. One that came upon the earth in the night and one he would wake up to when his eyelids and body were finally not as heavy as they were now.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Blood of My Blood, Flesh of My Flesh (8358 words) by DeathlyGurgles
Chapters: 2/6
Fandom: Bones and All (2022), Bones and All - Camille DeAngelis
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Lee (Bones and All)/Maren Yearly
Characters: Maren Yearly, Lee (Bones and All), Kayla (Bones and All), Sullivan (Bones and All)
Additional Tags: Inspired by Bones and All (2022), Cannibalism, Cannibalistic Thoughts, Blood Kink, Blood and Gore, Murder Family, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Developing Relationship, First Love, Drama & Romance, Mpreg | Male Pregnancy, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Pregnancy Kink, Childbirth, Birth, birth kink, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Character Death Fix, Alternate Ending, Walmart, iykyk, MAREN IS BLACK!!!, Canon - Book & Movie Combination, Weird Biology, seahorse biology
Summary: The ending where Maren doesn't eat Lee and they live "happily ever after."
Their parents had convinced them that they didn’t deserve a normal life.
Their own mothers were terrified of them. Even though Lee never confirmed it, just from the way he glared at her that day when she asked, she knew what his mother thought of him then and there. It was the same thing her mother thought of her and the reason why she abandoned her the day after her sixteenth birthday. The same reason why Lee left home at seventeen.
He had been keen enough to take his life into his own hands and leave before his family could turn on him. That was something Maren had envied him for when she was younger. She wished she had been that lucky or that brave to do it too before her mother left her, maybe then she would have spared herself the pain of being forcibly orphaned.
It took years for Maren to realize that she deserved a normal life, and it was Maren who began convincing Lee that maybe, just maybe, they deserved to live just as much as anyone else. In fact, however many other eaters there might be in the world, she thought they also deserved what she had found with Lee. Companionship despite their genetic disposition to certain dietary preferences. What they had worked to have together was something as close to a normal life as two Eaters could have together, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
Eight years after that sudden chance moment in a Walmart candy aisle, Maren was twenty-four, Lee was twenty-seven, and they were still at each other's side. At the moment, they were still posing as the everyday college student, and it worked well for them. The weekly, almost daily, parties with lights dim, music loud, and the guests too drunk to remember a face made for perfect hunting grounds when they found themselves with a taste for something more then what was in their kitchen.
How many parties like this had they participated in, she wondered as she reclined in the passengers seat of what might have been their thousandth stolen sedan. This one smelled like dog and stale french fries despite the air fresheners Maren bought and hung from the rear view mirror yesterday. She guessed that it had been someone’s family car, probably a hand-me-down. Must be nice. At least the previous owners might be able to claim insurance on it and get a brand new one that smelled like fresh leather because of them.
“Do you think we could get a dog?” She asked, turning away from the open car window she had been staring out of to look over at Lee who was flipping through a ratty magazine.
He didn’t look at her as he scoffed, “A dog?”
“Is there any other?”
His eyes rolled and he flipped the page to the magazine as he looked back down. The two of them parked down the street from the house party they would be attending as soon as the sun went down and the event ramped up.
“What would we do with a dog?” He asked after a moment.
“I don’t know… Whatever other people do with them. Walk them, pet them, play with them.”
He hummed as though he was listening to her but she knew he wasn’t.
“I’ve always wanted one—”
“—and I’ve always wanted a dragon, what’s your point?”
She shoves his shoulder, “God, you’re impossible sometimes.”
He sets the magazine on his knee so it holds his place when he turns to her, “Okay. What are you trying to say?”
She sighs and turns away again, sinking back in the passengers seat, her feet resting against the dashboard. Her eyes went across the street, watching a few people wander their way down the sidewalk.
“Ren.” He urged her after a moment, his hand coming to rest on hers, she deflated and turned to him again.
“What?”
He lifted her hand and clasped it in his, kissing her fingers. “I’m sorry. You want me to get you a dog? Which one do you want?” He smiled softly, nosing her hand before looking forward at the people who lived in this neighborhood. “Theirs? Someone elses?” He looks back at her, tilting his head curiously.
Maren’s lips twisted into a frown, though she couldn’t help the way her mouth watered at the thought. Her eyes followed the couple who walked past their car and down towards the other end of the street. The idea of sinking her teeth into something warm and with just the right amount of give before it burst had a rush of excitement coursing through her veins.
It had been too long since the last time they ate.
Maren finally exhaled and shook her head, “I want our own.” She said and she looked at him again, I want to walk into a shelter and walk back out… I want to take them home.”
Maren knew that Lee would do anything for her. If she wanted him to, he would, in fact, kill anyone she pointed to and take whatever she wanted from them. But this was different. She wanted something that was theirs legitimately.
“Home.” He repeated thoughtfully, pressing a kiss to her hand again. “We’d have to get a house first. Get jobs… bank accounts… We’d have to be normal.”
Maren shifted so she faced him, “Or we could find a stray and make it ours.”
They were looking at each other then. Lee still looking thoughtful, his eyebrows creased, and she knew the idea had taken hold. Even momentarily. Before the introspective expression broke into a pout.
“I thought I was your stray.”
“Shut up.” She laughed and pushed at his shoulder, but he presses forward, leaning in to kiss her ear.
“Aren’t I?” He asks, his nose resting against the side of her face briefly, his hand finding its way to her thigh before slipping it upwards.
“Aren’t you what? My dog?” She tilted her head, looking at him with smug smile, knowing that response would gain a rise out of him. And it did.
Lee knew exactly what she was doing, but he leaned into it anyway as he flipped up the arm console and moved to climb on top of her. The seat was already pushed completely back so that she could recline, and now that space was open for him to slip between her legs.
“Are you really going to eat me out in the middle of a suburb?” She placed her foot on his thigh, sinking back in the passengers seat as he pushed up her skirt pushed her panties to the side.
“I am a dog, aren’t I?” He answered before leaning into the space between her legs and she smiled down at him.
“I do like it when you’re on your knees for me.” She strokes his hair, tracing his jaw with her fingers before he opened his mouth and her thumb pressed inside to touch his tongue. It was a silent command that he obeyed by licking her thumb and sucking on it, his eyes never leaving hers.
Maren took her finger back and replaced his hand between her thighs, holding open her underwear for him and slinging her other leg over his shoulder to bring him towards her. He brought his tongue towards her to slip it between her folds, breathing against her as he started off slowly, licking at the taste of her and sucking on the bud that he had buried his nose against. She sighs, bringing her thighs against either side of his face and rocking her hips subtly, looking blearily out of the windshield.
Her heartbeat quickened and she slipped her fingers through his hair, grasping him gently as he buried his mouth in her folds. His tongue leaving wetness in his wake, stimulating her own slick mess and spreading it with each sloppy kiss to her pussy. He hummed against her clit, opening his mouth against it and sucking on it, his fingers joining in as he slipped two inside of her and wriggled as he pushed them into her and moved them in a thrusting motion.
She sighed again, arching carefully and rolling her hips, working with him to bring herself to orgasm.
He was eager to please, and she loved that about him.
Lee happily made a mess of himself, burying his face between her legs and fingering her as he sucked greedily on her clit. Maren gave a breathy moan, closing her thighs around his head and rocking against his mouth. She reached up to grasp onto the seat headrest, raising her hips and pushing back against his noisy sucking.
He didn’t let up his sloppy kissing until he felt her tremble and groan, grounding down against his wet mouth as she orgasms. Lee kept licking and her toes curled, her other hand buried in his dark hair as he buried his mouth against her bush. She held him there, riding out her climax, until he lifted his head and she loosened her grip on his head to allow it.
Lee looked up at her, licking his lips, his breath coming in soft pants that tickled her slightly. She lowered her legs and let her skirt and underwear fall back into place, smiling as he rose upwards again. “You pervert.” She scolded him, realizing that he was wanting to kiss her with her own slick smeared across his lips.
“I know you are but what am I?” He was smiling back at her before she closed the distance and she allowed the kiss, opening her mouth and inviting his tongue into her mouth.
Maren moaned before breaking off, “They’re going to call neighborhood watch on us if you don’t stop it.” She warned him, although she wanted him to keep going, they were there for a reason.
Lee touched his nose to hers briefly before he rose and reached out a hand to open the car door. He climbed out of the car, allowing her enough space to pull the straps of her sandals on over her heels and step out of the car. But not before she grabbed a napkin from the glove compartment and stood up beside him.
“Here.” She said, offering him the tissue.
He took it and wiped his lower face clean while she tugged at the hem of her skirt, glancing down one end of the street, then the other. He ducked into the car and took the keys next, shutting the door and locking the vehicle, “Alright, let’s go.”
Maren looked him over briefly, unbuttoning another of his shirt buttons and smoothing the fabric with gentle fingers before she let him go. She crossed to the other side of the street, making her way down to the frat house where the party was ramping up. Lee trailed behind her, and she acted as though she didn’t know him as she pranced up the porch steps.
The sun was setting and she felt the last rays of light streak across her back where her shirt was open, showing off smooth brown skin from her neck to lower back. She shot the guy standing at the door a smile and he stepped aside without question, heading straight over to the drinks to pour herself one. Taking the solo cup back out to cross the entryway again where she saw Lee was stopped by the makeshift bouncer.
Maren stopped for only a moment before she continued scoping out the rest of the early party as people filtered in, the music picking up and the night darkening. It took the guests a few rounds before she was able to gain the attention of one of the undergrads who made eye contact with her through the crowd. She looks at him then away again, swaying with the music and lifting her cup to take another sip, not looking up at the guy until a few moments passed.
When she did look up at him again he was closer, slowly making his way over to her, thinking he was smooth enough that she didn’t notice as he slipped behind her and started moving with her. She lifted her drink and took the slightest of steps backward, moving her hips with the music, and that was what hooked the guy as he closed the distance between them.
“What’s your name?” She felt his warmth against her back and ass, his hands were drifting around her soft waist, squeezing her there.
“Nicole.” She lied and his tolerated the eagerness to his hands as they touched her body, squeezing her ass and her soft stomach before dipping his head to kiss her neck. It was good that he was so eager, she liked when they were easy to catch.
She sighed and leaned her head backward against his shoulder, her heart thudding with the beat of the music, her head swimming as she was groped by the strangers rough, warm hands. A pang of hunger twinged through her gut at the thought of closing her teeth around his throat and she turned in his arms to face him, snaking her arms over his shoulders.
“You’re so fucking hot, Nicole.” He said, not even thinking to give her his name, and she entertained her catch.
“Thanks.” She was almost afraid he might unclothe her right then and there on the dance floor if she hadn’t suggested a change in location first. Horny frat boys were predictable in that way, easy to catch and leaving her mostly free of guilt when she ate them. “Do you… wanna go somewhere more private?” She asked him and he squeezed her ass.
Maren grimaced at his forwardness, but he didn’t seem to notice the negative reaction she had to his touch as he happily led her away. He walked her upstairs and she followed, glancing back only once to see Lee now standing beside one of the party speakers with a beer in his hand.
Lee looked at her through the crowd of drunken college students as they danced and he lifted his drink to take a sip before she looked away. The nameless frat boy leading her by the hand and up the stairs of the frat house just as he might have done to so many other girls before her. They both knew what that look meant.
Dinner was served.
Soon, the boy started kissing on her body, wet, sloppy kisses that made her grimace but she moaned anyway as he reached up her skirt and squeezed her ass. He had barely said ten words to her, yet he was more than happy to undress her as quickly as possible, his excited cock poking at her thigh. She slipped her hand into his pants and he pulled her with him down onto the bed, he didn’t bother touching her anywhere besides her ass and breasts and she frowned up at the ceiling.
Where was Lee?
His cock was between her legs and she begrudgingly opened herself up to him. “You’re so wet. You want my dick that bad?” He laughed and she guessed that he was just acting out his sexual porn fantasies on her from the way he talked and moved across her body like a snake. Though she couldn’t help but smile at the thought that the wetness he thought he would be taking advantage of wasn’t due to anything he had done but because of having Lee’s tongue all over her less than an hour ago.
Maren sighed and she wondered if Lee would care if she started eating without him.
“Will you take off my bra?” She asked him and the boy obeyed. He lifted his head, reaching behind her and fumbling with the clasps before finally removing it and throwing it off of the bed towards where he had tossed the rest of her clothes.
Good. She was naked now, which meant that she wouldn’t have to worry as much about making a mess.
Maren ran her fingers through the boys hair and lifted his head to kiss him again, opening her mouth and moaning as she rocked against him. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and she felt his cock slip between her folds before she bit down on him, severing his tongue and swallowing it whole within seconds.
Shock. Surprise. Agony. Those were familiar expressions she found herself seeing on people’s faces before she ate them, and as the boy scrambled away from her he looked at her the same way. His eyes wide with terror and attempting to scream but it only came out as a gurgle as he covered his mouth.
Fresh, hot blood spewed from his lips and her stomach growled for more as she couldn’t help but look at him as though he was a juicy Sunday roast on the dinner table. She was so, so hungry. It had been weeks since the last time they fed, and despite eating regular food, nothing fully satisfied them like living meat.
Marens’ eyes were dark and she said nothing as she sat up on her knees in bed, blood dripping from her chin and down her chest. She felt her mouth pool with saliva, drool spilling from her mouth as she opened her jaw and dropped down to clamped her teeth around the frat boy’s jugular. Tearing into his throat and silencing the dying cries that fell into wet gurgles, the sounds they made already drowned out by the dull throb of music outside of the room.
The door opened, the sound of the music outside growing louder as it did, and she looked up at the person standing in the doorway. Her eyes glittered in the dim lights of the room, chewing slowly before she swallowed what was in her mouth, realizing it was Lee from scent alone. She smiled a bloody grin at him as he stepped inside and closed the door behind himself, being sure to lock it.
“You started without me?” He asked, pulling his shirt over his head.
“He’s… still warm…” She slurred, swallowing again before she bent over the body that laid between them and pushed her nails into the dead boys’ gut. It was a bloody affair. The bubbling rush of red slowing to a steady dribble as the heart stopped and she dug into their latest meal.
Lee shed the rest of his clothes and he climbed onto the bed with her and the corpse she finished feeding on. Now sinking against Lee with a content sigh before laying the rest of the way down on the soft bed. He drifted his hand up her thigh, resting his palm there and squeezing, making sure she had eaten her fill before he dug into the remnants of the body.
He ate the rest of him, bones and all. Filling the room with the crunch of bone and the ripping and tearing of sinew until nothing was left but bloody sheets and their bloody bodies. Her companion hummed as he licked the deep red off his fingers and then his lips, before leaned over her and dropped his lips against her body then. He lapped up the sticky wetness on her stomach and breasts with his tongue, his warm breath tickling her skin.
Maren licked her lips and smiled softly as she laid there, basking in the afterglow of a their kill, full and warm. It seemed that now every time they ate they couldn’t help but touch each other after, or, it seemed, Lee couldn’t keep his hands off of her.
Lee didn’t care about leaving just yet as he moved closer to her, crawling between her legs and she gladly opened them when he pressed against her. His fingers rubbing circles around her clit, always so eager to please, especially lately.
“You’re so needy…” Maren teased him, rocking against his touch and tucking her legs against him.
“I just love you so much…” Lee buried his face in her breasts, his hands slipping around her hips and lifting her to bring her down against his cock. She drifted her hands up his arms, marking his biceps and shoulders with blood, and he pushed forward to rub his cock against her pussy, smearing her hot slick across his shaft.
“You love fucking me you mean.”
Lee lifted his head to look at her, the lower half of his face covered in blood. It was going to be hell cleaning this all up but thankfully the sun had set by now, and it was easier to hide their sins in the dark than it was in broad daylight of course. His eyes were dark and she tilted her head as she looked back at him.
“You know I adore you for much more than that.”
Maren’s face softened, half smiling, “I know.”
Lee sighed and he wrapped his arms around her, laying himself down against Maren’s soft, warm body. Her hands drifted over his back and she threaded her nails through the hair at the nape of his neck. “I love you.” His breath was against her throat and she hummed at his words.
“I love you too.” She drifts her hands up and then back down his back, tracing the faint line that marked where his spine lay beneath his pale skin. His skin smooth aside for a few raised scars that had long since healed, and she felt his soft breath against her collarbone as she gazed up at the ceiling of the now dead frat boy's dorm room.
“I’ve been feeling so… foggy lately.”
Maren couldn’t crane her neck in a way to look down at him so instead she just laid there beneath him for a few quiet moments before she asked him. “Foggy how?”
Lee took in a breath and turned his face against her skin, kissing her there softly, trailing his lips up her throat until he found her lips again. He sighs between kisses before he rests his forehead against hers and shakes his head, “It’s nothing. Nevermind."
After a quiet, still moment, he climbed off of her to stand up from the bed and glance around the room. Maren’s brows furrowed before she sat up next, folding her legs beneath her and looking at him as he began gathering the bloody clothes and blankets that laid in the wake of their feast.
The bed would still be bloody, but they could cover it up with new sheets if they could find any. That would buy them time until they were far enough away for the cops to never find them. Maren watched as Lee emptied a book bag and shoved the clothes into them, looking at him apprehensively.
“You don’t want to talk about it?” She asks after a moment passed.
Lee didn’t respond to that at first, looking around the room for a big enough bag to shove the last of the bloody mess into. After a moment though he shrugged, “I told you it’s nothing.”
She made a face at that, “It’s obviously something. You’re the one who even brought it up.”
He found another bag, probably the guys gym bag, and he turned the duffel out onto the floor before shoving the rest of the dirty fabric inside of it. He zipped it up and lifted both bags by the straps in one hand, walking over to the wardrobe on the opposite side of the room and opening it up to toss the bags inside.
“You should get dressed.” He told her, picking up one of the dead guys shirts and rubbing his face and hands clean of blood, then tossing her another.
She caught the shirt without looking and frowned, “Lee.”
He looked at her, “Ren.”
They were looking at each other then, Maren just as stubborn as Lee, not backing down easily.
“Are you trying to piss me off?” She asked him, reaching behind her and tossing one of the pillows at him. It hit him in the chest without much of a flinch from Lee before dropping limply to the ground. She stands up from the bed, wiping herself down, cleaning her skin of blood as best she could without soap and water or even a towel.
Maren approached Lee, tossing the bloody shirt into the open wardrobe and pushing at his chest with her hand but he barely moved beneath the prod. “What? Are you thinking of eating me?”
He looked at her as if her head was on backwards, his brows knit together and he looks away. “Fuck no.” He tossed his shirt in with the bags as well and she folds her arms at him.
“Then what? What’s so bad that you can’t tell me what or how you’re feeling?” She looks up at him and he sighs and shakes his head.
“It’s stupid.”
“It’s not stupid if it’s bothering you this badly.”
“It’s not— It’s not bothering me, it’s just—”
She wanted to prod him, but let him take his time with it as she saw the thoughts formulating behind his eyes. He lifts his hands and rests them on her shoulders, his thumbs rubbing circles on her bare skin, before he drops his head against hers, burying his face in her curls and taking in a breath.
“It’s nothing. Alright? I shouldn’t have said anything. It’s not that big of a deal.” All words that felt empty to her. He meant for them to keep her from worrying, but they did the opposite. Something wasn’t right, but he didn’t mind hiding what was bothering him a bit longer.
“Fine. Let’s go home.” She pulled away from him, “His friends might come looking for him any minute.” Lee drifts his hands down her arms and grasps her hands briefly before letting go of her, bobbing his head with a nod.
The two of them made sure the room didn’t look like a crime scene when they left, getting dressed again and giving each other a once over to be sure no traces of blood were visible. When they finally left the room to go back down to the ground floor, none of the undergrads even gave them another glance as they walked downstairs and waded through the crowd.
Emerging from the noisy house and into the cool night air, Maren took a breath of fresh air, her head tilting back to observe the night sky, feeling Lee brush against her back as he stepped aside. She didn’t linger either, following behind her partner as they left fraternity row, walking together down the street and back towards the car where they climbed inside. Lee looked at her and she looked out of the window when she felt his gaze on her, and he shook his head before pulling off down the street towards town.
Their latest meal would last them a couple of weeks or so until they had to hunt and eat again, and in the meantime they would do as they always did and get ready to move on. It had been a few months since they had first came to this town, two drifters without a home, outcasts with strange dietary restrictions and a penchant for murder, and now it was time to go again.
Lee pulled the car up against the curb and parked, Maren taking no time at all to get out of the car and walk up to the apartment building and inside of their place. Lee followed her, closing the door behind them and locking it before he asked, “Are you going to be mad at me all night?”
“I might.” Maren replied without looking at him, stripping down to her skin and tossing her clothes away. They might be able to wash the blood out of them instead of having to burn them like usual, or so she hoped. His hands were on her waist and she frowned, “I’m going to go take a shower.”
Lee pressed his lips against the back of her ear, his voice soft, apologetic when he asked, “Will you let me join you?”
Maren looked ahead down the hall, considering the question before saying nothing as she stepped forward and walked towards the bathroom where she pushed open the door. Pulling the shower curtain closed and turning on the hot water, leaning against the sink and folding her arms as she waited for the shower to start steaming. By the time it did, she felt Lee standing in the doorway and when she glanced at him she saw that his clothes were off too.
Lee took a step forward, “I put a load in the washer.” He stood close beside her, pressing himself against her and nosing the side of her head. She sighs and tilts her head away, looking to him, unimpressed.
“I don’t like it when you keep things from me.”
“I’m not—” He started and stopped when she glared up at him, he sighs and ducks his head to rest his face against her shoulder. “I just… I think there’s something fucked up about me.”
Maren scoffed, “More fucked up than the usual?”
There was a moment between that question and the next thing he said, “No… I guess not.”
She pet his back gently, “Then why don't you just tell me, you big baby.” She turns and drapes her arms around his waist, holding the man who was a head taller than her against her breast. She knew it made him feel better to hold him like this, and she liked it when he made himself smaller for her to touch and kiss.
“Do you mind if we stay here a few more days?” It wasn’t an answer, and especially not one that she was expecting.
“It’s risky…” She responded softly, knowing that he understood it was when he said it, but she guessed it was something pressing enough to postpone leaving in the first place. What was a few more days anyway? Maren relented after a moment, murmuring her agreement against his head, “Sure.”
That simple word relaxed him as he sank against her and she kissed his hair before urging him into the shower with her. “Come on. We smell like a butcher shop.”
The two of them moved to climb into the steaming shower, standing together beneath the stream of hot water that washed away most of the tacky blood that had dried to their skin. Next came the washcloths they lathered with soap before carefully cleaning each other off, scrubbing the dried bits of blood off of each other. Their hair was next, and soon they were done washing and stepped beneath the shower head to rinse their skin.
Lee’s hands were drifting all across her body, touching and squeezing any part of her that he could reach as he pressed himself against her front. He was hard again, she noticed as she was kissed and touched and squeezed, the water running over the two of them in warm rivulets. His mouth was on her lips and face, then her neck and against her breasts as he tasted every part of her.
Maren, of course, enjoyed the attention, but turned away from him purposefully and he slips his arms around her, leaning forward against her back. She braced her weight against the tile wall beneath the shower head, knowing exactly what he wanted from her and happy to give it to him. Lee’s shaft slipped between her legs, hot and hard, and she felt the way his tip smeared precum across her lower half.
He held her hips and lifted them upwards so she was brought up onto her tiptoes as he held her there and pushed inside of her with a groan. She turned her face into her arm and moaned, her legs trembled but Lee kept her in place with a firm grasp before dragging his cock out of her and giving his hips a firm thrust forward. Sending a jolt of pleasure through her and he moved their hips together, pulling out of her and pushing inside again.
Lee took control of the movement of their hips, bringing her down on his shaft, stretching her open in a familiar way but more desperately than she’s ever felt him fuck her before. His hands gripping her by the waist and tugging her down against him intently, chasing the familiar high of orgasm with deep, needy thrusts.
Her mouth opened and she whined, squeezing herself around his cock and rolling her hips, gaining a choked sound from her partner as he fucked her with purpose. He closed his mouth down around her shoulder, his teeth cool and tongue wet against her skin, and very briefly the idea that he might rip into her throat crossed her mind. She moaned, tilting her head back and pushing herself down on his cock as he pushed into her again and again and again.
Maren’s eyes closed and she rode him until he came, thrusting hard inside of her and clamping his jaw down just hard enough to make her yelp as she orgasms in unison with him. One of his arms snaked around her, his hand slipping between her legs and rubbing his fingertips against her swollen clit. She shuddered, arching back against Lee and moaning as he chased her orgasm to bring her over the edge again in quick succession.
His jaw was still locked on the curve of her neck and shoulder and he kept pounding away at her dripping hole, his cock barely softening for even a moment. Her eyes rolled back and she lifted a hand to grab at the back of Lee’s neck and head, grasping his dark curls and holding him close against her as he fucked her.
“Lee— AH!” She shuddered, her footing slipping, but he kept her held firmly in his grasp, jack hammering into her like he was on a mission to fuck the feeling from her legs. He had already made her come twice and was steadily working towards a third time when he sagged against her back and she felt him shudder and release a spurt of hot come inside of her.
His mouth released her and instead his tongue lapped at the red raw indent he left in his wake, rocking himself slowly against her and rubbing his fingers in circles around the sensitive bud between her legs. He released her and turned her to face him again, dipping his head down to kiss her softly and she smiled against his lips.
His hand smoothed over her thick curls, her hair softened by the water that ran over them, and he slipped his hands down her body before lifting her up by her thighs. When Lee stepped forward to press her back against the tile Maren wrapped her legs around his waist in response to him lifting her and she draped her arms over his shoulders. The fingers of one hand drifting through his dark hair, while her other pushed his hair away from his face.
They were soaked and completely clean now, as he held her steady in his arms, his gaze unwavering and she felt his cock brushing against her slit again. Her brows furrowed briefly at the surprising amount of stamina Lee had tonight and she tilted her head, wondering if he asked her to stay so they could fuck all through the next day or so.
Maybe it should have worried her how intently he wanted to bury himself in her, but, as he often did, Lee was a master at distracting her from thoughts she maybe should have entertained. Instead, as Lee fucked her against the wall this time from the front, Maren wondered how many times he might be able to go tonight and smiled when she accepted the challenge.
They could afford to spend a day or two alone together.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Blood of My Blood, Flesh of My Flesh (8358 words) by DeathlyGurgles
Chapters: 2/6
Fandom: Bones and All (2022), Bones and All - Camille DeAngelis
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Lee (Bones and All)/Maren Yearly
Characters: Maren Yearly, Lee (Bones and All), Kayla (Bones and All), Sullivan (Bones and All)
Additional Tags: Inspired by Bones and All (2022), Cannibalism, Cannibalistic Thoughts, Blood Kink, Blood and Gore, Murder Family, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Developing Relationship, First Love, Drama & Romance, Mpreg | Male Pregnancy, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Pregnancy Kink, Childbirth, Birth, birth kink, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Character Death Fix, Alternate Ending, Walmart, iykyk, MAREN IS BLACK!!!, Canon - Book & Movie Combination, Weird Biology, seahorse biology
Summary: The ending where Maren doesn't eat Lee and they live "happily ever after."
Bloodstains were nearly impossible to clean. That’s why they usually didn’t try. Instead, whenever they found themselves covered in someone else’s blood after a feeding they stripped down to the skin and burned their clothes. They traveled light, never carrying more than what fit in their backpacks, and they never stayed in one place longer than a week, until then.
They had been there a month before Sully found them.
He had been looking for her. He wanted to consume her, scalp her, and add her hair to the sick artifact he carried in his duffel bag. She wanted to say that she refused to become his victim, but she hadn’t been strong enough to fight him alone.
Thankfully, Lee saved her life.
He had strangled the old man with a plastic bag, yanking him off of Maren and fighting him down as Sully fought against him like a wild animal. She had to help Lee or Sully would’ve killed him. So she took the knife Sully had dropped and she drove it into his heart.
Funnily enough, using a weapon to end a life was harder than using just her body alone. She had to shove her entire weight into the hilt of the knife before it would crunch through the bone, yet, he was still fighting, albeit weaker as he lost more and more blood, and she and Lee dragged him into the bathroom.
Neither of them truly wished to consume Sully, but they had to. They couldn’t move or hide his body without risk of losing all that they had there. So they tore into him and they ate him. Bones and all.
It was in the aftermath, when Maren was sitting there on the cold tile staring at the remnants of Sully that she allowed herself to comprehend what had happened. The bloody shreds of the old man’s clothes laid in a puddle of viscera at the bottom of the tub, and she surprised herself at the melancholy that she felt after killing him.
There wasn’t any joy to it, but she did feel a special type of relief. It was over. Sully was dead. He wouldn’t be a danger to them any more.
She looked up as Lee finally climbed out of the tub, the scraps of Sully that still clung to him tumbled down his lithe frame. He stumbled a few steps, before her hands were on him as she stood to meet him, holding him steady.
Lee looked pallid, the look someone got when they realized they had just been moments away from death. Fear struck her when she was reminded of the flash of the knife and soon her hands were moving. In the search for any mortal wounds he may be hiding, they smoothed over Lee's chest, then his sides, before slipping up to his neck and jaw to hold his face as she looked him over.
He looked back at her and she realized she couldn’t tell where Sully’s blood ended and theirs started. She felt her lip quiver, her thumbs smoothing over his cheeks, smearing the dark substance there, and she could only stare at him.
“I’m okay.” He said finally, breaking the silence, and, in turn, she felt something hard break in her chest. “I’m okay.” He repeated, reassuring her, but still she sobbed.
Her shaking hands fell to his shoulders, fingers curling into the blood soaked shirt he wore. He wrapped his arms around her body in a tight embrace, holding her against him so firmly she could feel his heartbeat through her head.
In that one moment, Maren realized that she didn’t wish to live without him. The thought that the grizzly old man, who now laid in tiny pieces in the bathtub and in their teeth, could have taken him from her made her sick.
Lee buried his face in her thick curls, his hands fitting against her back and sides before he looked at her again. She had been the one with a knife to her throat. She had been a hair away from death. She could see it in Lee’s eyes. He didn’t want to lose her either.
She had never seen Lee cry, not since she had known him, but he was crying now as he looked at her and now his hands came up to guide her face to his. He kissed her. It was the first time he had done that. Soft. Warm. Bloody.
She broke away first, touching her nose to his. “We should clean up.” She said, but her arms were slipping around his neck and his hands were holding her waist, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh there. “You taste like blood.”
“I'm not the only one.” His forehead was resting against hers.
They weren't running. There was no need to run. No one would come looking for Sully. It meant that this place would be theirs for at least a little while longer yet. This place they had stolen for themselves from the dead.
Lee lifted his head first and she felt him unbutton her shirt before pushing it down off of her body, his dark eyes looked at her but he didn’t seem to even give a thought to the fact that he was undressing her. It was the first time he did. Today was apparently filled with firsts, as he dropped the shirt and went to open the belt on her shorts before pushing them down along with her underwear.
“We have to burn this stuff.” He said and she nodded, her hands drifting down the collar of his shirt before she pushed the fabric up and over his head, dropping to the floor next. He lazily took off his own undershirt, letting it fall from his hand before he touched her again and she looked at him. Her hands resting on his bare chest, her fingers drifting down and tracing his nipple before she leaned forward to kiss his collarbone.
"Now?” She asked him softly and he slipped his arms around her, unclasping her bra and dropping that into the growing pile of clothes to be burned.
“Later.” He responded, dropping his hands down to trace the width of her hips and plush ass before he lifted her and turned to set her down on the sink counter. She now sat at eye level to him and he kissed her again, her hands were on his waist now and she slipped her hand between his legs to cup his groin.
He was hard and her stomach was warm. He groaned when she squeezed him through his jeans before he finished opening his pants and she helped him push them down so they fell around his ankles. They were still bloody. Wet and sticky. It was a natural state to them. Creatures born in blood. Bathed in it.
Maren’s eyes were on Lee’s face when he lifts her legs up and tucks them around his waist, his hands grasping her soft thighs, bringing her forward on the edge of the counter. She leaned back and shifted her hips forward, wrapping her arms around his neck before she asked the question that was on her mind.
“Does it hurt?”
“A little.”
They came together again with a warm kiss. Her hand found its way back towards his groin, and she wrapped her fingers around his warm dick. She was surprised by the way it felt in her hand and she felt the way he followed her lead to press the head of his shaft against her curls. His breath grew heavier and she felt feverish, looking at him and rubbing his cock along her labia, feeling him slip briefly inside.
Lee sinks his fingers into her waist and brings himself towards her, closing the distance to sink inside of her, gaining a gasp from her as she winced and arched herself towards him. With her mouth open, he took the opportunity to kiss her again and their tongues came together, distracting her from the jolt of pain that came from him pushing inside of her.
Lee took his time with her, kissing her as he rocked his hips and she rolled hers against the movement, falling into a semi awkward rhythm that picked up pace as the seconds passed. She groaned into his mouth, her hands finding their way to his shoulders to hold onto him firmly, moving her hips faster to meet every firm thrust. His fingers were on her clit, circling the bud and flicking with each thrust, sending sparks through her as he worked to bring her to orgasm.
Maren’s orgasm rose within her as Lee’s cock chased those sparks of pleasure he found within her hard and fast, probably noticing the way her voice rose as his fingers pinched her clit with a focused amount of pressure. She tucked her face against the side of Lee’s neck, embracing him tightly, steadying herself as she was fucked by him. That shuddering, bright feeling rising inside of her to a peak before she tumbled over it and fell into the first shared orgasm she’s had with another person.
She shuddered, her stomach tight and thighs flexing. She grasped onto him, sucking on the hot skin beneath her lips and moaning against the pulse of blood beneath the skin. She could taste him, his sweat, his… body. She closed her teeth down around the sweet flesh before Lee stopped her, a hand on her curls, tugging her head backwards so they looked at each other.
“No biting.” He scolded her, though he looked amused by the attempt and she laughed, breathless. Her arms resting on his shoulders, rolling her hips and tightening her legs around his waist, squeezing around his shaft.
“Did you…?”
“Yeah.”
Maren guessed that she did feel an odd sort of warmth within her that trickled from her when Lee removed himself from her, and she tried squeezing herself around the feeling. She looked at him, lowering her legs and pressing her thighs together, her hands still resting on his shoulders. She moved to hold his face, drifting her thumb over his jawline before she gave him another kiss, slow and sensual before she broke away.
“We should be more careful.”
Their noses touched.
“Next time we will.”
Next time… of course there would be a next time.
“Good.”
For a moment they stayed there, stripped bare, embracing each other before they decided it was time to move. They both knew that the longer they left blood to dry the harder it was to clean, so they began moving again. Like a fine tuned machine, the two of them worked together to shove their stained clothes and the remnants of Sully into his duffel. They removed the stash of cash Sully kept hidden there and left his sick artifact with the rest of the trash.
Maren went into the kitchen to fill a mop bucket with bleach and hot water before she began scrubbing the floors of the bedroom and bathroom clean of blood. While Lee pulled on a robe and went out back to start a fire, she sopped up the bloody mess Sully’s failed attempt at murdering her left had left behind. A sort of numb feeling setting over her, separating herself from the idea that she had almost been killed and instead scrubbing the wood and tile floors clean.
There was no threat now. All that was left was the pink tinted water she poured into the tub, but even that was washed away, taking the last of the old man down the drain.
The smell of bleach was strong, but she knew it wouldn’t last as she put away the bucket and cleaning supplies back beneath the kitchen sink.
She heard Lee’s footsteps before she saw him and she turned to face him when he stepped inside of the kitchen from the back door. He looked her up and down and she soon realized that she was still naked before she walked out of the room and returned in a coat that was long enough to cover her decently.
“I didn’t want to put something on before I showered.” She explained herself and he was leaning against the fridge now as he waited on her.
“I wasn’t complaining.” He replied with slight smile and she rolled her eyes.
“Come on. Let’s finish this.”
He stood up straight and dipped down to lift the duffel bag from the floor, carrying it out the back door with him and she followed behind.
The bag and everything in it had to burn, everything that was left of Sully and the evidence of his murders. No one would remember Sully, and she wished that she could say that his victims would rest in peace now knowing he'd never kill again, but it felt wrong.
Lee lifted the bloody bag up before he dropped it into the flames that had made their home in the mouth of the steel trashcan, reaching into his pocket and handing over the bottle of lighter fluid to Maren. She took it and squeezed it over the can until it was empty before dropping the bottle there too, staring into the flickering warmth of the crackling fire.
Her now empty hand found its way to Lee’s, or maybe it was the other way around. Their fingers intertwining before squeezing. Maren sinking against Lee’s side, her head resting against his arm, and she felt his face against the crown of her head.
She knew that they could never stop eating, but they weren’t Sully. They didn’t murder for the fun of it. The people they killed weren’t missed. Not like the girls Sully killed. The two of them kept trinkets like books and clothes, not sick mementos like his. This is what they tried to convince themselves. They ate to survive. They ate because they wanted to live.
She understood that now. She had once wanted to live to find her mother and then her father, but now she wished to live for herself. She had to live because Lee needed her just as much as she needed him.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Running From Shadows (4081 words) by DeathlyGurgles
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Original Work
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Original Character(s)/Original Character(s), Original Male Character/Original Male Character, Original Character(s) & Original Character(s)
Characters: Original Characters, Original Male Character(s), Original Human Character(s), Original Male Human Character(s), Original Monster Character(s), Original Trans Character(s), Original Child Character(s)
Additional Tags: Mpreg, Childbirth, Original Fiction, Fluff and Angst, Drama & Romance, Trans Male Character, repairing past mistakes, past mistakes, Hurt/Comfort, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Old Friends, Male Pregnancy, Past Relationship(s), Birth, birth kink, Pregnancy Kink, Human/Monster Romance, Monsters, Monsterfucking, Magical Pregnancy, Original Universe, Original Mythology
Summary:
Going back home was one of the hardest things Dakota's ever done, but he needed to do it. He needed to see Charlie again, even if they turned him away. There was a problem brewing inside him and the only person he could trust was someone he hadn't talked to in a decade.
Originally posted 14 Jun 2018
Going back home was one of the hardest things he'd ever done, close by to putting his old dog to sleep. He got the same sick feeling in his gut when he saw that 'Welcome to Washington' sign that he did when Riley licked his face that last time and it wasn't easy to ignore that heavy lump in his chest for the long drive south through the empty Canadian wilderness. There had been nothing but time and mile markers on that highway giving him plenty of opportunities to brood over his past in the long-winded silence, as anyone did. He thought about the young years of his life he spent in Pierce County before he had his old ass station wagon and the trailer attached to it, filled with his livelihood and then some. Everything he couldn't pack he sold and anything he couldn't sell he gave away, it helped fund the excursion he was taking and he had known he wouldn't be back without an answer to the problem that sat heavily right below that knot in his chest.
It was a mildly big problem next to the intense dreams he had been having for the past month or so, like someone else's memories bleeding into his resting mind, memories he shared with a person he hadn't seen in a decade. All too real to just be dreams or fantasy, it wasn't even like they had happened before, he guessed they felt like memories he hadn't experienced yet with an old friend he hadn't seen in what felt like a lifetime. Dakota had no idea why whatever was happening was happening to him, or why those memories were of a girl he knew in middle school, but they left a bad ache in his gut and if he thought about that ache too much it came up as a bad taste that stuck to his tongue and teeth. He pushed it all to the back of his mind once again as he lost himself to the road winding through the tall evergreens towards his destination.
The old fishing town he pulled into wasn't how he left it, not at all, he felt like a sore thumb driving down Main Street with all the gentrification around him it wasn't the place he left. It was crawling with hipsters and looked much too...lively to be where he grew up because he wasn't from Seattle or anywhere like it, but here he was taking it all in and looking for anything that looked even a bit familiar to him. He turned into the nearest open parking lot to stop and check his map, he must've taken a wrong turn somewhere, it had been almost 15 years since he'd been home he wouldn't be surprised if he had as he spread the map open over the steering wheel.
His finger followed the highway down from the Alaskan coast through Canada to the border on down to Washington state and the coast again where he was supposed to be, only sitting there for a few minutes though there was soon a sharp knock on the window beside him and he looked to see a cop staring him down. He guessed he drew attention to himself with his trailer, people must've thought he was loitering. Dakota cursed under his breath and sighed as he reached down to crank open the window, putting on a smile, "Hello, Officer...Carter." He took a glance beneath his badge where his name was, going to explain himself but the other was already speaking before he could.
"You can't stop here." The slender man stooped over his side of the car and Dakota nodded as he folded up the map again, though his eyes were on the stranger
"I know, of course. I was just making sure I wasn't lost. I just came down from the coast and-"It was sort of embedded in his nature to over-explain things when even a hint of trouble came his way, it may have been something he dragged with him from his childhood and never shook.
"Don't give me an excuse, I'm not gonna write you a ticket, just move your vehicle, sir." Officer Carter had somewhat of a sweet face beneath that professional front he put on and those almost feminine eyes dragged him in, though it wasn't for long.
"Yeah, alright." Hardass. "Would you mind telling me how far I am from Pierce country? I don't want to go running in circles again."
The man looked at that map he saw in the other's hands and then at the thirty-something-year-old in the driver's seat, wondering why he wouldn't just use a GPS or print out some MapQuest directions. Then he glanced at the trailer attached to the back of the dusty station wagon he was subconsciously leaning against and stood up straight again."You're in it." He rested a hand on his belt, "Is there something you're looking for?"
Dakota noticed the glances and especially the way he stood up straight afterward, it was something he was used to, "Not something, someone actually."He almost laughed, "I used to live here about 10 years ago, before...all of this and I guess it's impossible to expect someone to be here and the same as they were 10 years ago, but-"
"You're right, that is somewhat impossible."He replied, but this time he even smiled, "I've been here for all my life though, so I guess you lucked out. Who're you looking for?"
He didn't take any time to say the name that had been on his mind for the entire 46-hour drive, "Charlotte Carter." He was happy to say it, like a weight off his chest even if he hadn't found her yet, he felt his destination approaching sooner than he thought when he did. Though his hope was drained when he saw the officer lose color in his face, immediately thinking the worst, "What is it? Something wrong?"
The stranger's eyes seemed lifeless for an entire moment before he seemed to recognize him and Dakota began to realize that the officer may know her, until he said, "Dakota? Dakota Falgen?"
The curly-haired man brightened almost instantly, "Yeah, how'd you know me? Did we go to school together?" He asked and looked at him, he had turned his body more towards the door to get a good look at the other, and yet it still went over his head, "I really don't remember you, sorry."
With that, the officer took a step back and covered his face with both hands, standing there for a few moments and Dakota had no idea what was going through his mind. Until his face was revealed again and a few tears were coming down his cheeks and he wiped them as quickly as the other had seen them, "What the hell are you doing here, Dakota?"
He felt his throat tighten while his mind pieced together the face he had been looking at for the past five minutes or so, realizing who it was by the way those eyes stared at him. Dark and now wet with tears he had a part in creating, "Charlie?" He couldn't believe it as he looked up at the other man, his mouth agape now, "Wh... How?" It shouldn't be that confusing to him, but it was because who he saw outside of his car wasn't the girl he left behind when going off on his own ten years ago.
"You fucking leave for ten years and come back, like this? As if anyone even wants to see your face again." His old friend, someone he used to be best friends with now was looking at him like an enemy by what he said and meant as they looked at each other. Those intense eyes glared at him in his ignorant confusion, as he came to his senses when he opened up his car door finally to step out onto the parking lot pavement.
Fully facing the man he was unfamiliar with the sight of but of course shared the full memories of his youth with, their screwed-up families and awkward first crushes. Everything that had made them who they were today before he was...who he saw before him now. He stood only a little more than a foot away from him after years of running away, his heart in his throat and palms almost dripping with sweat.
The little dream-like state of the world he had in his mind had come away like water from the shore and he couldn't deny it anymore. He knew the pain he caused and it all came rushing back again like a tsunami as his friend stood there before him, it was graduation day all over again before he left for good. "I'm sorry, Charlie."
"Ha."That was one of the least believable laughs he's ever heard, but of course, he didn't think it was supposed to be real as his friend shook his head, "Fuck you, Kota." It was harsh, and with the use of his old nickname, he wasn't sure if it was ironic that he remembered it after so long and used it against him to be hurtful or if it was because there was some sort of hope for them.
He deserved that, but of course, even now he was too proud to say so.
"You should have never come back." Charlie looked at him for a moment longer and he wiped his eyes again before turning away, but Dakota grabbed him by the arm and turned him so they were facing each other again.
It was surprisingly easy to do so with such little resistance as he had thought he would give him, "Charlotte-"
"That's not my name anymore." The other said and tried twisting his arm from his grasp, but he didn't let him go and the fight he put up was weak at best as he seemed to give up, "Get your hands off me." He looked at him with a death glare and he obeyed, not wanting to fight, especially just after testing a police officer in such a way. He was glad that he didn't have to do much else to make him stay, "I'm just Charlie now, not Charlotte."
He was sure that calling him anything was skating on thin ice with the deserved attitude against him but he didn't say anything about it as he looked at him. Lost to what words to say as he could only stare at him, in complete awe at what 10 years had done to him, "I'm sorry." He could only repeat to him and Charlie kept frowning at him despite it, he knew that the anger was well deserved but didn't know how to fix what he had broken.
"You were my best friend, Kota, and you... You turned on me when I thought it was just you and me against the world." He felt sick as those tears that had gathered in his eyes started falling again and he would give anything to keep him from crying ever again. It was by instinct that Dakota wrapped his arms around Charlie despite the other man growing rigid as stone in his forced embrace. He pushed at his chest and he only held him tighter, "How could you just fucking abandon me? I had no one."
There was a bit of sobbing in between those words and he felt himself relaxing into the trembling Charlie gave, his own years' long torment escaped him in the way he clutched the other man as tightly as he could. He didn't want to ever let go, "I was a piece of shit, I know. There's no other explanation."
It could have been a crowd around them, watching this butchered reunion but neither of them cared it seemed, as finally, Charlie held him back even with it being weak he knew it was something. The hate he thought his friend had for him was lesser than he thought it was and hopefully, he could repair the damage he had done. For both of their sake.
Mazikeen doesn't know Tal knocked him up. Pap and Tal does, but they don't bother telling him. He doesn't realize what's happening until he pops.
The Birth Of Tal's Heir (3888 words) by DeathlyGurgles
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Original Work
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Original Character(s)/Original Character(s), Original Character(s) & Original Character(s), Original Female Character(s)/Original Male Character(s), Original Male Character/Original Male Character
Characters: Original Characters, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Original Child Character(s), Original Non-Human Character(s), Original Female Character(s) of Color, Original Male Character(s) of Color, Original Demon Character(s), original witch character(s)
Additional Tags: Mpreg, Male Pregnancy, Pregnancy, labor, Childbirth, Birth, birth kink, Pregnancy Kink, Intersex, Original Mythology, Original Universe, Inspired by Roleplay/Roleplay Adaptation, Begging, Unplanned Pregnancy, Mentions of Ovi, He Didn't Know He Was Pregnant, Mazi is a Giant Demon Man
Series: Part 2 of Birds of Feather
Summary:
Mazikeen doesn't know Tal knocked him up. Pap and Tal does, but they don't bother telling him. He doesn't realize what's happening until he pops.
Things had been easier ever since Tal joined their home. It was home now. He found himself calling it that more often over the last few months. It felt easy to call it home somehow, even after how he felt merely a year prior.
He was coming to like being on this plane of existence. Hell was a horrible place and he never wished to go back there, but for some time he had thought that it would be easier. He had often considered just going back to the place he was born because it would be easier than staying here with the demon witch.
But now? Now he was content. Happy even.
Food was abundant, as his Mistress was happy to stuff him silly most nights, and the people's hedonistic desires supplied healthy business to his Mistress's shop. The multitude of sin and souls to indulge in here were seemingly endless.
Life was good like this. Slow going as the sun rose and fell and the weather changed. He spent his days sleeping when he wasn't tending to the shop, or letting Tal bend him over as he pleased. As winter worsened, he grew rounder and softer. Life felt easy. Momma Pap was nicer to him and he felt... good.
Mazikeen had grown fat-- maybe even worse than fat. He had grown swollen . He was round around the middle as though he was carrying a clutch of Pap's eggs again and a client was expecting them any day now. He looked absolutely ripe , as though he'd pop from a simple squeeze, which was just how his mistress liked him to be. She praised him and continued to feed him until he truly did feel as though he'd pop.
This morning, he could barely finish even half of his breakfast, which almost made him burst into tears because he felt so selfish but his belly just felt too tight to fit anything more into his stomach. Pap, surprisingly, didn't mind and only told him to take the leftovers to the farmer to feed it to his pigs. So, he did as he was told. He cleared his plate, Pap's, and Tal's, before shoving his feet into his snow boots, and tugging his winter coat on over his cozy knit sweater. He then took the bucket and started marching down the road.
It was frigid outside, snow still falling gently from the partially cloudy sky, but it felt good to get some fresh air and stretch his legs. Even though the short walk took a great amount of energy from him to complete. Little did he know that his Mistress thought it would do him well to exert himself enough to quicken the long-awaited entrance of his babe.
The demon moved slowly, putting one foot in front of the other, teetering from side to side as he did. He felt huge, his gut felt low and heavy and his stomach felt stuffed despite his meager breakfast. "Ugh." He waddled his way down the gravel road and approached the farmers door to knock upon it. Standing there for a few moments, tugging at his sweater where it was riding up the peak of his belly, before he lowered the bucket down on the porch and began the trek back home.
The short journey felt longer the second time around as he lugged his bloated form up the slight incline back to Pap's quaint estate. He noticed that the store was open and smirked, knowing that Tal had to pick up the slack for the chores he couldn't or didn't wish to do. It had been harder for him to do his everyday tasks ever since he grew this big, and Pap didn't seem to mind that either. The only person who did seem to mind, was Tal who always had a big stick up his ass anyway.
Mazi sighed and he huffs, bracing his hands on his back and rubbing at the tight muscles at the curve. He should lay off the treats... and the binging... and the napping, he thought distantly as he made his way back. Considering whether or not he'd help Tal a little this morning as he did, or if he just felt like curling up and falling asleep again.
He stepped up to the cottage's front door and winced, a radiating cramp coiling around his lower half, which made him stop and brace himself. A hand reaching out to hold the frame of the door, leaning against it and grimacing as his other hand rubbed at his back more firmly as it cramped uncomfortably. His hips were aching just as well, but he couldn't understand why. Maybe his body was reacting retroactively to the months he spent carrying multiple clutches of eggs.
Mazi rocked his weight from foot to foot slowly, attempting to shift that weird pressure from his hips, as he gained his bearings again. He opened up the front door and stepped inside the warm cottage where it still smelled faintly of breakfast, and he took off his coat and boots. His hands never left his gut, either rubbing it slowly or supporting its weight with a hand beneath it and one at his back.
He was pressing his lips into a line, moving in a lumbering way towards his dedicated seat beside the front window and near the lit fireplace. Though he usually very much enjoyed sitting in his big cushioned chair for most of the day now, but today he was achy and bloated in a way he hadn't been for a while and he didn't think sitting would make it better.
His discomfort must've been obvious from the way he swayed with a tight frown on his face, rocking his weight from one foot to the other in the sitting room. As he stood stuck in front of the window with a palm lifting the weight of his heavy gut and the knuckles of his other hand buried against his spine as his overburdened frame cramped. He felt huge, and he looked even bigger, his sweater struggled to contain his swollen belly and his pants were held together by an extended piece of fabric connected from his pants button to the other side.
He had begun wearing his maternity clothes again months ago because of the weight gain, but even they were struggling to contain him now. As he rocked there, he leaned forward with his hand now against the window sill, not focused on anything but trying to relieve himself of that pressure between his hips. Maybe he had stuffed himself too intensely and still needed to digest what was inside him. Was his body was finally rebelling against him?
Mazi didn't understand what ailed him, but he also didn't put much thought towards it. Even as he slowly began to consider what he was doing now and why exactly he was feeling this way, though his thoughts were interrupted when Pap came to him. She was rubbing his back and he leaned into her flowery scent, her voice sweet and singsong as always as she urged him into the washroom.
Apparently, there was a bath drawn for him, and he barely gave any thought to the idea before he nodded and pushed himself upright. His hand cupping his sagging middle again as he turned slowly and shuffled himself across the room to the hallway door that led to the steamy room. He stood there and before he could even muster the energy to undress himself, Pap was helping him herself. She unbuttoned his pants and they sagged before she undid the piece in the back that held his tail, and he stepped out of the lengthy piece of corduroy. Her hands never left his body for more than a moment, and he knew she was enjoying this, but at least she also wished to help him.
His shirt and sweater were next, the woolen sweater coming up over his head, tousling his head of white curls, and leaving behind a warm dark undershirt. A stretchy low cut shirt that struggled to contain his belly and breasts, the hem clinging to the skin just above the nub of his navel. His milk swollen tits sagging some over the cusp of his collar, he stroked his belly again before allowing the shirt to be tugged upwards and off of his body.
He felt somewhat relieved now that he was stripped bare, and he moved towards the steaming tub where he stepped into the warm soapy water. Lowering himself into the water and onto his knees, leaning his arms against the edge of the wooden tub and resting his head on top of them. It felt better than sitting, resting his weight on his haunches, avoiding resting any weight on his pelvis where it just felt too...full.
Stuffed... He was just so fucking stuffed full. Of what? He didn't give any thought to it; he didn't want to. Instead, he just sat there in the warm water and he waited for relief to come. He only had to wait, wait and... digest his breakfast, then he'd undoubtedly feel better. He had to feel better soon, but things, of course, always grew worse before it got better.
Pap rubbed his back for a few minutes, cupping some of the water and running it over his skin. It felt good, she always knew how to make him feel better, although most of the time she enjoyed making him feel terrible. Or she used to. Not so much anymore, and he wasn't sure why, but he appreciated it in a time like this. When he was feeling so terribly, his stomach and back aching intermediately between cramps. Maybe he was just constipated, that would make sense.
His belly sagged between his thighs, his breasts resting on top of it, as he relaxed himself against the edge of the wooden tub. Ears drooping and tail swaying behind him, he slipped into unconsciousness like that and Pap left him there to rest after a little while. She'd be back when he needed her to be.
In the meantime, Mazi slept in the perfect position to relieve himself of his discomfort, at least for the next hour or so until he awoke with a groan. Surprisingly, Mazi felt worse when he opened his eyes and he whimpered as he shifted his weight forward and then back. His knees and fingertips felt numb but that was the least of his worries when he leaned himself slowly backwards and winced, "Fuck... Fuck me." His eyes teared up from the now obvious pain he felt not only when he moved, but just from being this huge .
He looked down at himself, his stomach was tight and he could see his navel from where it stuck out from the widest point of his sloping middle. That was all he could see, and he couldn't begin to understand what was going on around his lower half, but he could feel it. His hands held onto the edge of the tub as he leaned back, his thighs opening more as his pelvis shifted in position and he hissed as his cunt throbbed.
What was happening? He didn't want to think about it...
Mazi dragged in a few deep breaths and slowly let go of the tubs edge, reaching that arm out behind him to brace himself as he slowly, very slowly, pushed himself into a reclining position. One arm bracing his weight, a solid pillar in the now lukewarm water, while the other inched around the circumference of the tub, grasping it firmly. He whimpered and struggled to keep breathing, it hurt even just to inflate his lungs with breath, but he had to and so he did.
The huge, swollen demon found himself stuck in an awkward position. With one leg outstretched and the other bent at the knee, holding his thighs apart in an attempt to relieve himself of the almost unbearable pressure contained just behind the labia of his cunt. On the outside, it seemed as if something was coming, his pussy was swollen fat in anticipation, and he was still completely oblivious to it.
His head fell back and he moaned as yet another cramp tightened its way around his gut, his dull claws digging into the wood of the tub and he braced himself through the pain.
"Mngh... Please..." He whined as he forced his legs open as wide as they could go, huffing and struggling to breathe before he finally gave in and he pushed with that pain. His eyes crossed before he squeezed them shut and dropped his chin to his chest with the first thing that seemed to make sense. Though it didn't make him feel better, not at all, it made him feel as though he was being torn open from the inside and he sobbed.
What was wrong with him? He hadn't carried a clutch in almost a year... why did this feel as though he was on the very brink of delivering an egg?
Mazi's eyes opened and he looked blearily down to stare at his fat, stuffed gut, his nubby navel, the dark grey line that bisected it at its widest point, and the patches of stretchmarks. He watched as the huge circumference tightened yet again before his very eyes and he grimaced with another agonizing push. Tears falling down his cheeks and his limbs trembling as he was stuck in this position by pain alone. He heaved in another breath before bearing down on that impossible pressure that came from inside of him, shaking his head the entire time he was forcing it out of him.
He panted, head lolling to the side, feeling exhausted. All he wanted to do was get out of here, get dried off and put on his pajamas and sleep the rest of the day away. But that wouldn't happen, would it?
He pouted at the thought and brought his hand down from the edge of the tub to shove it blindly between his legs. Feeling at what he could reach of his cunt, he felt the way it was bulging at the seams, his skin was stretching around something. It was as if he was giving birth, but he couldn't be... Pap hadn't told him that they had another client... She would have told him, wouldn't she?
Mazi whined again, his back arching and belly tensing, the hand at his cunt cupping the form that was coming out of him. Was it an egg? It felt like one... but he couldn't understand how he could've gone this long without realizing he was carrying another clutch. Was it not an egg? Then what was it? He'd find out soon, he guessed as he heaved a great push, feeling his folds come away from the bulging form from inside of him.
A sliver of it emerged far enough to form a crown, and he traced it with his finger before giving up the cause, as he was just too large to continue struggling to feel at his hole. So instead, he grabbed the wall of the tub again and folded his outstretched leg, huffing a few times before pushing again. Bracing his feet on the bottom of the tub and raising his hips as far as he could without his arms threatening to give out. Though his limbs still shook from the weight, he held his legs open, allowing his cunt the space it needed to force out this thing.
He thought he had felt hair... maybe even the nub of a barely formed horn... but that's impossible... Eggs didn't have hair. No. Only babes did. And he couldn't be birthing a babe. He simply couldn't. His eyes went wide as he looked at himself again, his expansive belly as it rose and fell with his breath, a small island of it sticking up from the water. How many would he have to birth? Fear struck him as he considered the possibilities.
"Momma Pap! I need help..." He cried fearfully, but he had a feeling he wouldn't be heard, or if he was, he'd be left to fend for himself.
His pussy was stretching in a familiar and intensely agonizing way as the head came out of him at an unbelievably slow pace and he wished he could rip it out of him himself. "Get out! Get out of me!" He sobbed and jolted in shock when the head slipped backwards, whining and dropping his hand into the water again to grip the back of his thigh. Pulling his leg back and pushing again, feeling his cunt open around what he assumed to be the head and gasping in a quick breath before continuing to heave.
The head was coming, slowly but surely, and he whined as his labia was pulled tight around it, crying from the white-hot burning pain when it crowned fully. Not even realizing it when the contraction left him there with his cunt bulging full of his unborn babe's head, he looked crazed in the eyes and breathed shallowly. Afraid that he might have to do it again if he moved even an inch in any direction, his entire body hurt and he whimpered softly, stuck with his knees in the hair and his hips canted forward.
"Momma... Please..." He mewled pathetically, unable to see that he had almost birthed the head, but definitely feeling every unpleasant inch of it. Luckily, he didn't need to wait for another contraction, as the babes own weight eased it forwards, down his narrow birth canal. "Mmmm... Please... Please, help me..." His head rolled back and he moaned, holding his thigh open and sitting on his opposite hand as the head edged closer to being born.
The pain almost circling back around to the other end of the spectrum and feeling mildly pleasing to the demon who was suffering from it as the head pushed through him. Uncaring of how its unwilling father felt about the situation, before it finally, finally slipped free of its father's poor cunt and sagged there in the bowl of his thighs.
Mazi's keening voice peaked with a shout and he shuddered at the slightest, but well-deserved relief. The pressure was still there, obviously, but it had lessened an extraordinary amount, as a rush of amniotic fluid followed. His water hadn't broken until just now, but he didn't even note that fact as he leaned against the wall of the tub, moaning with every breath he took. He still felt so full, but it would soon be over. He didn't want to think about what would happen after this, he only needed to get through it.
He breathed slowly and finally moved to change his position, reaching blindly between his legs and cupping the limp head between them. It hurt, and he struggled due to his size, but he had to move, so he did.
The demon shifted his achy, burdened, laboring body over, rolling onto one leg and trying his damnedest not to crush the pathetic creature between his thighs. He held it as he turned over carefully and moved his arm from behind him to grasp the tub's edge, holding his knees apart widely and huffing.
"Alright you bastard... Come on... You can do it... Get out of me already you fucking freeloader--" He couldn't finish his tirade of insults before another contraction hit him and he arched his back, curling over his bloated form and grunting as he pushed. Gritting his teeth and letting the head of the babe go, instead he reached for his leg again to push it open more, groaning as the form inside of him turned. Twisting itself into a better position to batter his cunt with on its exit and crying as he heaved with the cramp and the first shoulder threatened to breech him from the inside.
He lifted his leg more and sank down on the other in a half squat, his jaw tense and claws digging into the wood of the tub as he forced the so called 'freeloader' out of him. His body trembled from the force and he gave a high keening whine as the babe's first arm slipped free, then the other and he shouted. The wood of the tub splintering under the force of his hand, while the other drew blood from his thigh and he let it go. Both hands now gripping onto the tub for dear life, his legs forced open by the surprise child he was giving life to.
It hung from him now by its waist and he didn't understand why it just wouldn't get out of him. He whined, tears steadily falling from his eyes, and his nose snotty as he sobbed helplessly. His cunt stretched to its limit by the babe he nurtured for nine and a half months. The overdue child was plump, most likely 13 pounds, which was on the heavier side, even for a half demon offspring. It needed every ounce of its fathers power to be born, even at the point it was now, and Mazi groaned in complaint.
"Fuck... Fuck!" He shouted and the hulking demon man, shifted his knees apart as far as they could go as he dragged in deep gulps of air before bearing down for what he hoped was a final time. Heaving with all of his might to deliver his unwanted, unexpected, bastard of an offspring, as finally he forced the rest of the enormous babe from his quivering pussy.
Mazi's vision went dark when that impossible weight dropped out of him and he blinked as he swayed some, but kept himself upright with the knowledge that he didn't want to crush whatever he had just taken an entire day to birth. He felt birth fluids rush out of him and for once in an entire half a year he didn't feel stuffed to the brink of popping.
He had been pregnant. Who would've thought? He could swear he could feel Tal rolling his eyes from across the estate.
The hefty demon reached down between his legs and pulled up the newborn unceremoniously from the now filthy, and somewhat cold water. Their face was scrunched and they were a greyish pink color, their eyes opened as they rose to be laid against his chest and he pat their back awkwardly. They coughed before giving the world a wet wail to announce that they were indeed alive and well, and he sighed as he reclined yet again. Still achy and uncomfortable, but not in agony anymore at the very least.
He was a father... and he didn't know what would happen next. He guessed they'd just take it one day at a time.
"What will we name you?" He wondered aloud, the babe had quieted into sniffling as they laid against his chest, and he tilted his head as he watched them rest. He was holding them there in his arms, and yet he still could barely believe that he had given birth to them. He found himself smiling just a bit, proud of himself for doing it. Because he had done it, and he had done it all by himself.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I'm having your baby, it's none of your business.
(3153 words) by
DeathlyGurgles
Chapters: 1/5
Fandom:
Death Note (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: L/Yagami Light, L & Yagami Light
Characters: L (Death Note), Yagami Light, Death Note Ensemble
Additional Tags: Mpreg, Post Mpreg, Internalized Homophobia, Begging, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, vague detective work, Writing Commission, For a Friend, Pining, Wet Dream, Unrequited Crush, Out of Character, Alternate Universe, Angst, Whump, And they were partners, Alternate Universe - No Death Note, Bottom L (Death Note), Autistic L (Death Note), L Needs a Hug (Death Note), Pregnant L (Death Note)
Series: Part 1 of
Birds of Feather
Summary:
L and Light are partners-- WORK partners, but that doesn't stop L from dreaming. Light takes advantage of L's desires and they both end up with more than they bargained for, in a "mistake" that will last a lifetime.
There was a reason why L didn’t drink. It wasn’t because he was worried about becoming addicted to it, or the effects it undoubtedly had on the human body, but because he was an awful drunk.
L was 5’10 and 110 pounds soaking wet, which was more than likely the reason why a single shot of shochu got him tipsy and an entire bottle made it so he wouldn’t be able to remember most of what happened next.
Such weakness to one of the most mundane recreational substances on Earth was a point of embarrassment for L, as a distinguished and well-decorated detective. To be world-renowned for his work as Lead Detective on a record number of public cases, but unable to hold his liquor was a terrible vice that he had worked hard to keep secret for years.
It was much easier to catch criminals when said criminals saw him as untouchable and incorruptible. He took absolute pride in the assumption most people had towards him, which was that he had little to no discernible flaws, only that he was more than a bit strange. That made his job much easier, considering how much he appreciated his privacy.
Becoming a ghost was L’s secret to becoming and staying Shibuya Station's top detective and being an insomniac workaholic with little to no personal life outside of work. However, when the infrequent opportunity came along where the entire department went out to celebrate a special occasion, such as the closing of a major case after a year-long investigation, L had no choice but to show face, especially when he had a hand in the breakthrough that led to solving it.
So here he was.
L stood at the fringes of the party he was obligated to attend because it would reflect upon him poorly if he didn’t. His shadowy eyes seemed as though he was observing his colleagues in silence, but, in truth, he was deconstructing his newest case. If he couldn’t be in the office at his desk or home scouring his files, he would pour over the facts he had memorized all within sight of the entire department.
He had calculated the perfect amount of distance to seem like he was still engaged in the festivities without looking standoffish. As long as his coworkers saw his face, at least for an hour or so, it meant that he could slip away eventually and he wouldn’t be missed. He only needed to keep himself a respectful distance away from the heart of the party, make sure everyone took notice of him, and then he could slip away into the night.
Or so he thought.
“Here,” a familiar voice came from beside him.
L came out of his musings and looked towards the source of the disturbance. A fellow detective, his colleague, and partner– work partner, Light Yagami.
This would complicate things.
Light was just as tall as L was, only a few pounds bulkier, and he was currently standing in front of L with a glass full of brown liquor. He looked at him with those dark, expectant eyes and L had little choice but to take the glass from him. If he refused, it would raise suspicion, and he didn’t need Yagami knowing that one minute thing about him that might give him an advantage in the field.
So he took the glass from Light and looked at it in consideration, his partner offered him his glass in a toast, “To another solved case, and many more.”
“Yeah,” L nodded, toasting Light's glass and bracing himself as he knocked it back.
The liquor hit his stomach and he felt it churn in response. Shit, he should have eaten something before he started drinking, but he had been taken off guard by the offer. That was a special skill Light seemed to have when it came to interacting with L. He always found a way to surprise him when he least expected it, like offering him a drink when he had no idea how susceptible to alcohol his partner was.
He looked for one of the waiters milling about with an Otōshi tray, but instead, another tray of drinks passed them by. Light grabbed two fresh glasses from the shining silver platter and handed another serving to him.
“I shouldn’t.”
“If you want to seem like less of a stick in the mud, then you’ll say yes.” Light held out the glass, urging L with his irritatingly, warm brown eyes.
L knew he was right. When he took a look around the hall at the familiar faces that mingled around them, a few coworkers caught his eye and quickly looked away again.
“And here I thought I was doing well expressing my joy in being here.”
Light seemed to enjoy that because he laughed, “You’re lucky I came over.”
“Am I?”
Light looked at him and L didn’t meet his eyes, but he felt his glare.
“Smart ass.”
L heard the smirk in his voice and he couldn’t help but return it as he finished his second drink. He was starting to feel it, and that made him braver and snarkier.
A few moments passed, the two of them standing against the wall, their shoulders almost touching as they drank and sat adjacent to the noise of the party. There was a live band and people were dancing, swaying, and drinking to the beat, some of them were eating the finger foods laid out for the guests. L wanted to grab something for himself but leaving Light’s side was an even more monumental task than he thought it would be. He’d rather stand there and get piss drunk with him. Which, in hindsight, was a terrible idea.
“What are you thinking about?”
“I’m working.”
“There’s always work to be done, but I’d say you’re allowed to have at least one night for yourself.”
That time L looked at Light and he realized that Light was gazing at him and his heart fluttered. The social butterfly leaned against the wall beside him, their shoulders touched and L’s stomach felt warm.
“Just one.” Light repeated and L felt the fingers of his partner's free hand drifting over his. L looked away and swallowed but didn’t pull his hand away. “What do you think?”
What did he think? They were adults. They could do whatever they wanted. They could sleep together, even as partners, and go to work in the morning as coworkers again. People did it all the time, he wasn’t that oblivious. But he did wonder just how long Light had wanted this. Had it been just as long as L wanted him?
“People will know.”
“Maybe. Maybe not.”
Light took his empty glass and replaced it with a fresh one as the waiter passed them by, and at this point, he was beginning to think that he and the waiter were conspiring in Light's attempt to get L inebriated. Did Light think he needed L drunk to sleep with him? He didn’t think he’d do it anyway? He hadn’t thought that he had a chance, Light had never seemed interested in romance or even sex. Not with him at least, but maybe that was because Light had assumed he was straight, just as L had assumed it of him.
It surprised L that he was wrong about Light in that regard, especially from the times L had seen Light flirting with several colleagues.
Light was smirking at him again and he wondered if he was dreaming as he looked back at him with dark eyes. It wouldn’t be the first time he woke up in a cold sweat with wet boxers.
“Finish your drink, then meet me outside.”
How much time should pass before he followed, he wondered.
Light read his mind, “Fifteen, just to be sure we don’t raise suspicion… since you’re worried about what people will think.”
He was sly, intelligent, handsome, and he wanted him. Why, he wondered curiously as he watched Light take his drink and leave him there against the wall. L’s eyes lingered on his back, watching the way his muscles moved fluidly beneath the form-fitting suit jacket and the legs of his pants as he walked away.
He would finally see what lay beneath the fabric of the two-piece suit. He wouldn’t need to use his imagination anymore or keep dreaming about it. He would see him in his bed, or would they go to his place instead, he wondered as he downed his drink.
Fifteen minutes. Just fifteen. He could be patient. He could wait.
L was outside within eight, and Light looked as though he had expected that as the corners of his eyes crinkled in another smile.
The valet was pulling up in Lights all black Toyota Camry and he went around to climb in the driver's seat, not looking to check if L was getting in with him. L climbed into the passenger seat within the same minute and Light placed a hand on his thigh.
What did it mean? L looked at Light, but he was staring through the windshield as he pulled away from the curb.
“Your place?”
“That’s what I was thinking, unless you’d rather go to yours?”
No good. Watari was there. He had forgotten about Watari.
“No, your place is fine.” L swallowed and he hesitantly placed his hand on top of Lights. “Is there…is there any coming back from this?”
Light looked at him then, brows furrowed, “It’s just one night, right?”
He didn’t trust himself to agree, but he didn’t want to make a fuss so he nodded, “Yeah, just one.”
Soon they were at Lights apartment complex, then they were inside, and it looked… expectantly as L had pictured it to be. The place was neat, so neat that it barely looked lived in, besides the mail on the counter, a few magnets on the fridge, and the smell of light that permeated everything.
He had been standing there in the foyer after taking off his shoes. Light had retrieved them another drink, this time a few fingers of sake in a crystal glass.
“Am I not drunk enough for you?” L asked him and Light looked at the drinks in his hand, considering the question before L took the glass from him anyway. “You already got me here. Is that not enough for you?”
Light chuckled, “I still have to get you in my bed… then I’d be satisfied.” The other man said, watching L down the liquor before their eyes met again.
L set the glass down and he took a daring step forward, the liquid bravery he consumed made this much easier than if he had still been sober. If he was, he would have never come here with Light. He would have let this opportunity pass him by and go to sleep with just his hand to satisfy him. L felt as though he was dreaming as he looped a finger through Light’s belt loop and tugged him closer, leaning in to give him a kiss.
Light kissed him back. Not as drunk as he was, but just as feverish as he slipped his tongue down his throat and tasted him. His hands slipped beneath L’s shirt when he tugged it free from his belt. They were cool and calculated, and they explored his body as if he were already familiar with every inch of him.
They wouldn’t make it to the bed. Not the first time at least.
Light turned him over and shoved him down against the kitchen countertop, making L gasp out in shock from the roughness of it.
“Light—“ He started, but it didn’t make him stop. He didn’t want him to stop.
L felt the warmth of his chest leaking out into the cold marble countertop and he found himself clutching at it, his cheek pressed against the marble and his feet planted on either side of Light’s. His breath came to him quickly, quietly in thin pants and he felt Light push his pants down before spit-slicked fingers pushed inside of his hole, “Mngh–”
“Relax…” That was all Light said to him and he peered at him from the corner of his eye, his mouth was parted and he watched as Light leaned over him. His face was flushed and an embarrassingly soft, moan escaped him as Light pushed a third finger inside of him, gasping again and shutting his eyes. Tears welled in them and he felt the first slip down his cheek and smear against the warmed marble.
Relax.
Just relax.
L whimpered as Light pushed deeper inside of him and he opened around him like an obedient bitch. He had practiced before, but it was never like this. It was never Light, but now here he was, laying beneath him, taking him inside of him. “Oh my god…” He breathed. It wasn’t like a dream at all, it was better.
Light removed his fingers and L groaned in desperation, his hips moving of their own accord as he pushed back in search of those filling digits. “Light…”
“Be patient.” He chuckled, lips against his ear, breath warm against L’s cheek, and his heart was fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird.
Christ. He had him wrapped around his finger, and Light knew it.
He could be patient. He had the patience of a saint, and yet he couldn’t find that same patience when he had Light against him. Their pants were around their ankles and the skin of Light’s thighs was against the backs of his, he felt the tip of his cock push against his hole, and L bit down on his lip in response.
“Don’t,” Light started, and L blinked, “I want to hear you.”
The words went straight to L’s groin, his mouth opened and he gave a high sigh as Light pushed into him, a burning and then a fullness and a sharp thrust that made him groan as a spark of pleasure shot up his spine.
“Oh god– Oh my god–” L’s hands clutch the opposite edge of the countertop, his body was trembling with anticipation before the fuck. He needed Light to ravage him. He needed it like he needed breath in his lungs.
L gasped as Light shoved the entirety of his hot shaft inside of him and he saw stars. His eyes rolled back in his head and he keened, back arching and feet shifting apart to aid in the burn when Light pulled out of him and thrust again.
The sounds that came out of him weren’t anything he would be proud of later, but Light liked them. He wanted to hear how lewd he could make Shibuya’s top detective. He reveled in it as he shoved roughly into the man beneath him, searching out the places inside of L that made him squirm and cry out for his god.
Here, he was god.
L was crying out to him with each thrust, breathless and moaning wantonly like a whore in a porno. Light knew that he wasn’t faking it. He had been L’s partner for a few years now, and he could read him like a book. It wasn’t easy, but it came with practice. He had learned L, his mannerisms, the way he talked, and now he was learning the way he submitted to his cock and prayed for him to keep going.
“Don’t stop! Al–Almost… there.” L rasped, and Light had no plan to stop going, he loved the way L opened up around his shaft and rocked back into him when he pulled out. Their skin came together in harsh slaps that echoed from the place where their skin connected with each thrust, L was gasping and Light was searching out those sounds with the movement of his lips.
Light was holding onto L’s hips, bringing him down on his cock again and again until he was groaning in unison with the man beneath him. L was arching his back and Light lost himself in the vortex between L’s thighs, one of his hands grasping the back of the other man’s neck as he fucked him hard against the countertop.
“I–I’m coming… I’m coming, Yagami.” His voice didn't sound like it came from him, it was too high and whiny as the sound fell from his lips. He knew he would be embarrassed about it later, but in this moment he let himself loose. His body tensed and he shuddered, toes curling as he came, shooting hot ribbons of cum against Light's cabinet door.
The man behind him squeezed him by the back of the neck, shoving him down against the counter and pumping his cock in and out of him still. Even as his hole tensed and milked his partner for all he was worth, moaning beneath him as Yagami released a few moments later. Filling him with ounces of hot seed that satisfied every dream he's ever had of having Light do this to him.
It was too much. Too good to be true. He must be dreaming, but he was acutely aware of the fact that he wasn't. If he was, he'd wake up right about now in a pair of wet boxers and sweaty sheets.
His eyes opened and he blinked the stars from his vision as he slowly came to, groaning as Light pulled himself from his hole. Then he felt his lips against the back of his neck, his breath that smelled like liquor and an appetizer he ate at the party.
He drifted his hands up his thighs and led him to turn over with his hands on his waist. “I'll have to clean up your mess later.” Light said before he kissed L's lips, then his neck, and his chest. His hands squeezed his slender thighs.
“Sorry.”
“It's my fault isn't it?” L heard the smile in his voice and he considered the question, his heart thudding in his chest. “Right?”
“Yes.” He was blushing, looking down at Light, or attempting to, all he got in return was a face full of freshly washed hair. His partner's shampoo smelled fresh and warm and he found himself losing himself in the moment. He felt as though he was floating. This couldn’t be real, but he was too proud to ask Light if he was a figment of his imagination or not. He would’ve lied anyway, he supposed. Wouldn’t he?
Light's breath was against his navel then he was moving up his body again, his head rose and their eyes met. He looked as though he could hear his thoughts as he stared at him and L stared back, his face was hot and he looked away before Light could see him blush.
He Came From The Wild (2063 words) by DeathlyGurgles
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Original Work
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Original Female Character(s)/Original Male Character(s)
Characters: Original Characters, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Original Non-Human Character(s), Original Female Human Character(s)
Additional Tags: Unplanned Pregnancy, Childbirth, Mpreg, Implied Mpreg, Pregnancy, labor, Birth, Oviposition, Egg Laying, Eggpreg, Eggs, Fluff and Angst, Dragons, Hurt/Comfort, Original Fiction, Original Universe, Original Mythology, Magical Pregnancy, Pregnancy Kink, birth kink
Summary:
Hot dragon man crash lands in a cute human girl's yard, eats her cat, and she invites him into her life. Shenanigans ensue, of course.
Originally published 30 Jul 2016
Cecilia yelped as she nicked her finger on a knife she was washing, "Ouch." She muttered, waving her hand for a moment then looking at the thumb as it began bleeding and she lapped up the small drip of blood, "Crap..." She sighed, moving to grab the dish towel and wet it under the tap to place it on the fresh wound, jumping when she heard a loud sound like a thunderclap or a... "What the hell was that?" She looked up and out of the window above the sink, leaning in a bit and cupping her hand over her eyes as she did to see better in the inky blackness of the wood that surrounded her house. "A storm?" She tilted her head some, trying to recall if she had heard anything about a storm brewing on the news, if so she needed to prepare. Storms were no good. "Wise words." She spoke quietly, mostly to herself and the pesky cat that wandered around her cottage, coming and going as it pleased and eating up all of her tuna.
The redhead moved to close the curtains over the window she was looking out of first then the rest in the common areas like the living room, kitchen, and the den, before she moved to shuffle into the back where her room was as she started undressing herself and slipping beneath the sheets of her bed. Yawning softly as her head went towards the pillow and she flipped the switch to turn off her bedroom light with an exhale, curling up in the blankets and in the dark of her room as she fell asleep for a few hours rest. Until she awoke with the sound of a screech, jumping slightly and blinking as she turned her head to look towards the window of her room where milky white moonlight was filtering through her curtains. "Mgh...?"
She sighed, muttering a few more unintelligible words before she pushed herself up onto her hands, brows furrowed and blinking the fuzzy sleep out of her vision as she moved to run her fingers through her hair, "M-Moofie?" She called sleepily, checking her glow-in-the-dark analog clock curiously with a squint, "Damnit." She took a breath, grabbing it and shaking it a bit as she looked at it more seriously now, wondering if it was broken, "Can't be that late." She tilted her head, folding her legs and looking up through the window near her bed, leaning forward and looking out over her backyard that was shadowy and showered in mist, the moon was bright and the rain was still drizzling over her flowerbed.
Though there was something out there, "Moofie? What the hell are you doing?" She rubbed her face, pushing herself up to her feet with an exhale as she slipped into her house shoes and grabbed her robe, moving to shuffle out of her room and down the hall towards the back door. Pushing it open, poking her head out into the crisp open air of the outdoors, "Moofie!" She called a bit louder, huffing as she felt ridiculous calling the feline by the silly name she had chosen when she found it digging through her trash bin one night, "I take you in and this is how you repay me?" She shook her head, stepping out and onto the back porch, crossing her arms as she rubbed at her shoulders when the wind picked up then shielded her eyes from the mist, "Trying to scare the hair off of your owner, I'll teach you a thing or two." She yawned, though was cut short when she heard a strangled yowl before it was cut off sharply with a sick snap and she gasped, freezing up as the back door shut accompanied by a few slow almost calculated thuds like footfalls and she reached back with a trembling hand to grab at the handle again.
It was too dark to see and she felt all of her nerves standing on end as she fumbled with the knob, her body was shaking from fear as she stared into the dark of her yard for a few solid moments, standing still now that her hand was on the handle and holding her breath to make sure she wasn't just seeing things. While it drizzled and the mist separated some with a movement just a few yards in front of her, soundless and swift like a knife through butter, the woman gasped quietly as she quickly turned to open up the door and run inside straight towards her front door. Breaking through it and down the stairs of her front porch now, her slippers had fell off and her robe was undone as she sobbed and ran at full speed now towards the main road before she was knocked down into a puddle at the end of her driveway.
Something big and heavy pressing against her back as it huffed moist air against the back of her neck, a warm tongue lapping up the muddy water that had splashed up onto her from the fall, like sandpaper against her freckles and she whimpered quietly into the gravel until it pulled away off of her. The woman sobbed softly once she had caught her breath, laying her face down on the gravel and panting quietly for a few moments before she turned her head just slightly to see snake-like golden eyes staring back at her from only a few inches away. The thing pulling away and tilting its large, triangular head, the bronze shimmer of its scales bristling before smoothing in a sort of rest as they looked at each other, woman and beast.
It took her a moment to see that the thing wasn't immediately going to kill her, so she sat up some and rubbed her dirtied cheek with a dry part of her sleeve, never taking her dark eyes off of it as she did, "Like playing with your food, do you?" She frowned, and the thing took a step forward while she cowered back against her car with a quiet whimper, "Please." She said as she closed her eyes while the thing continued stepping towards her, she heard it slide across the pebbles of the ground with each movement before stopping before her and she looked up at slightly. Until it licked her face again and sat back on its haunches right in front of her, she pushed its face away and frowned as she took a breath while they stared at each other for a long moment, it was as long as an eighteen-wheeler easily and had features like an oversized snake. Which she wouldn't be as terrified of it was as small as a normal snake. If she didn't know better she would say it was a dragon, as if it had crawled right out of an ancient Chinese scroll from the museum. Though not as ferocious as they say they are in the stories, but those stories aren't even real. Are they?
She didn't know why she was entertaining the idea of the thing knowing what she was trying to communicate to it or even thinking that it knew what exactly she was speaking but she felt that it did as it watched her and she watched it for a long few moments. The woman blinked a few times and stood up slowly, holding herself against the car and making sure to keep it in her sight, backing away as she pressed her back against the car while slipping away towards her house quickly. Though a voice came from the place where she had just left the thing and she stopped, it wasn't English or any correct language she's heard before, to say the least, not by a long shot, but it was something and she looked back at it, though the creature wasn't where she last saw it. It was closer now, but it wasn't the same creature... It wasn't a creature at all.
"Oh no." Cecilia gasped and covered her eyes at the sight, tonight just wasn't her night, "What the absolute hell is going on..." She groaned almost.
His voice came from behind her again and she turned herself fully to look at the stocky man who sat in her driveway, she stood at her porch frozen as he knelt where the dragon once was, naked and watching her in return for the long moments it took her to process what was happening.
She had just been attacked by a... a dragon... and now it seemed that dragon had transformed into a human. With hair and skin, and the same damn striking green eyes as before, slit like a snake's or even a cat's. He was bloody in some places too, and she went to say something but she realized that there wasn't that much blood for him to be the one bleeding, then she saw the fur, "Oh my god, Moofie." She breathed and he looked startled while watching her panic on the porch of her house, looking down at himself then wiping his face with the backs of his hands that only smeared the blood more and she gagged, "The fucking cat... Oh, God..." She covered her mouth, shaking her head as her eyes closed and she looked away from him for a long moment then back at him as he stood up to his feet.
It surprised her that he was almost as short as her if not only a bit taller, and she shook her head even more in disbelief, looking at him while he opened his mouth up just slightly and then closed it again, she couldn't think anything other than about him murdering her cat. "Cat?" He tilted his head as he spoke and she stopped her involuntary pacing, turning to look down at him from on top of her porch as he looked back up at her from the bottom of the steps, "Moofie?" His thick brows furrowed and she sighed, looking at him with a unamused frown for a long moment, trying to process his true intentions with what little she's taken in about him.
"My cat. Moofie was my cat... more or less." She sighed, holding her head and watching him as he stepped forward onto the steps now, eyes widening before she pushed him by the chest but he barely moved back an inch, stepping onto the porch in front of her while only looking befuddled at the slight shove. He took her by the wrists firmly then looked over her palms and fingers even as she tried tugging away from his grasp, "You killed my cat. Isn't what enough for you?" She retracted from him as he finally let her hands go and she saw him in the light flooding out of the door window, he didn't stay back, he stood right before her now without shame and without menace. He didn't seem like he wanted to hurt her, not even a little, but she didn't want to trust him.
He looked at her and she looked at him, he mirrored the confusion and curiosity that she was giving him before she sighed then looked away pulling open her front door, barely having time to step inside her foyer before he was tracking mud into her house and she didn't have time to yell at him. As she pushed against his chest again, looking at him seriously. "No. You stay here, you're dirty." She said and he met her eyes before walking past her and into the kitchen, while she frowned at him, "Sure, I don't have to boss you around in my own house, do I?" She folded her arms and grimaced at the feeling of her wet muddy clothes dragging against her skin, looking down at herself and huffing, shutting the front door before she let any more 'wildlife' in. Watching him as he went off to wandered around her house, leaving tracks of rain and mud everywhere which she would have to clean up soon enough and wasn't looking forward to doing so, "Hey, you." She waved her hand slightly to gain his attention which she did soon enough, "Let me show you something." She walked now, towards the hall where her bedroom was and through to the bathroom to get them both cleaned up.
A woman desperate for a job finds an ad for work and meets a man who has been in the business for a long time.
Originally Posted 08 May 2015
Laine Macaire, is an introvert in his own right and one of the most handsome people I know, though right at this moment in time I am teetering on the thin line between wanting to jump his bones or call an ambulance. A long drawn-out moan of pain emerges from Laine's lips and he throws his head back, the tangled strands of his black hair falling over his shoulders. Some of the long tresses got stuck to his sweaty, milky-colored skin, though it didn't bother him much or even get a bit of his attention.
I look up at him, mesmerized by the display as I kneel between his frayed legs, one of them hanging off of the edge of the bed as he sits back on his knee. Their thighs open wide into an easy position for delivery, I watch as a small oval of white budges through his dilated lips. The usually unused intimate part of his anatomy sits between his naturally widened hips and below the sizeable member that stands erect from the increasing pressure against his prostate as he pushes hard and long with the contraction. Visibly seeing the way the round belly connected to his lean frame tightens with his agonizing attempts to push the shelled being out of his womb.
“There it is, Laine, it's coming." I start after a few minutes of watching it emerge, a smile plastered to my face from excitement as one of my hands rubs his knee encouragingly.
“I am. . . well. . . informed of that fact, Georgie. . . “ He takes a breath after pausing once the pain ebbed away for a moment. Lifting himself a bit on the knee that's under him and leaning back on one of his arms that steadies his bloated form. Getting better leverage while taking another deep breath and pushing, a small release of fluid staining the towel that covers the mattress beneath him; ” Jesus. . . fucking. . . Christ. . .!”
“Come on, you're almost done. “
He was too busy pushing with the contraction to respond as the shell of the large egg spread his sensitive lips apart painfully far.
“Slowly, Laine, you don't want to tear. “
“Shit! It fucking burns!” Laine cries out as he crowns fully, but doesn't ignore my words of caution to him. Their hand going to hold his relaxed belly when the contraction ended, and he was left with the being that had called his womb home for three months filling most of the space between his legs. Successively having him refuse to sit again and have it slip back in, he stays in a hovering position, resting most of his weight on his knee and arm. While breathing and waiting for the next pain to push with, he rubs his mound a bit in a barely noticeable movement. Usually very conservative about his pregnancies, I wasn't used to the display of affection he directed towards his children. “Bloody dragons. . . I truly despise the bastards. . . “
“You're the one who insisted that we take the job." I reply and he moves to sit up a bit to look at me with his tired green ones finally as I look upon him. Noticing how shy he felt every time about the situation, due to him always closing his eyes avoiding my gaze, or even turning away completely. No matter how close we are or how long we have been working together as partners with an intimate job like this.
“I wanted you to have more experience with unusual deliveries, like egg laying, so you would know what you would be in for." Laine responds, averting his gaze from me once more with a swallow as his breathing slows with strain. Chin drops against his chest when he begins to push again, allowing the bottom and widest part of the egg to slip through his folds at an agonizing pace.
With a deep grunt emanating from him, I move to cradle the large egg with my hands, though Laine stops me almost instantly with the hand that was once resting on his belly. “Don’t. . . I have it. . . “
Laine manages to force the words out breathlessly before letting me go and moving his hand to cover the bottom of the white shell with his palm. Groaning as he leans forward with a continuous push that lasts much longer than all of the others, exerting the last of his energy without the contraction.
Crying out louder than ever before, hanging his head back and letting the sound go towards the ceiling of the small bedroom, just trying to expel the being from his body. The last of the egg emerges into Laine's hand as he succeeds in delivering the football-sized, shell-encased being with one last release of fluid onto the soiled towel beneath him.
Before he shifts once more to sit down on the bed fully, for the first time in a while after he started laying-as he calls it-bring the large egg up from beneath himself carefully. Inspecting it closely by turning it each way that, while it was sitting in the cradle of his arm. Breathing out heavily after a few seconds with an accompanying smile; "It’s healthy, no scratches or cracks, and heavy so it's not a dud either. “
“We did it.“ I grin while looking between him and the egg, as he nods a bit and meets my eyes.
“Yes, we did." Laine responds, looking down again to run his hand over the smooth shell of the offspring for a quiet moment, before starting; "Could you start a fire in the hearth? Dragon eggs need to be kept at a certain temperature before they hatch, for the incubation process. “
“Of course." I reply.
Using the bed to steady myself as I stood up slowly, careful of the weight of my belly as I was almost full term with shapeshifter offspring. It was getting a bit hard to function as I normally would with the being’s constant shifting every time I moved, though Laine understands more than anyone about our job's symptoms and obligations.
“Thank you.“ He says gratefully as I waddle past the bed and towards the fireplace, picking up a few logs from the old unused pile beside it. Throwing them in, not wanting to bend over too much, as I whisper one of the incantations Laine learned from a witch and taught to me when I accepted the job. Starting up a roaring fire instantly after only a second or two, I feel him slowly approach me from behind and I glance back at him.
Watching as he shuffled over from the bed, egg safely tucked away in his arms until he kneels a bit to set the white-shelled being right in the middle of the fire. Before pulling away quickly from the heat of it, standing up again with a sigh and leaning against the mantelpiece with an exhausted expression. I say nothing as he pushes himself off of the stone again, done using the object to hold himself up.
Shuffling back to the bed, crawling on top of it, and laying down on the cleanest side. He lay his face on the pillow and breathed out before falling asleep almost instantly, leaving me to head over to him and pull the sheet over his body.
Before beginning to clean up the mess from birth, flashbacks of how I got in this situation ran through my mind, though I couldn't see my life being any other way now.
A Short (Madison And Jem) (2186 words) by DeathlyGurgles
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Original Work
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Original Female Character(s) & Original Male Character(s)
Characters: Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Original Child Character(s), Original Characters
Additional Tags: Childbirth, Mpreg, Pregnancy, Pregnancy Kink, birth kink
Summary:
A young woman finds a man in his last stages of labor and decides to help him.
Originally published 11 May 2015
Walking home early from class on a new route, in an attempt to seclude myself from the world, it starts pouring rain as I pass up an abandoned house. Stopping to look up at the old worn building that has crooked rows of green ivy climbing up the chipping slate grey siding above the crumbling foundation. Most of the windows missing glass from the abuse of bored juvenile delinquents throwing bricks through the rotten frames. The morbidly beautiful house leads me to head up the slanted walkway to the dusty porch, where the front door stands halfway closed or halfway open since I take it as an invitation to step inside out of the rain.
Instantly notice someone sitting cross-legged in the middle of the floor, a dingy tee shirt covering their broad shoulders that are tense beneath the fabric as they sit silently. The only sound in the room, is the dripping of my clothes and the rainstorm outside that patters against the roof until he speaks to me finally; "Why are you in here?"
"I-I thought the place was abandoned..." I respond quickly before trailing off, nervous about the strange atmosphere of the room, the guy gasps quietly and leans into himself slightly with a groan. Walking over to him in curiosity and asking; "Are you okay?"
"No, I'm not." He growls out, lifting his head to look at me with sea-blue eyes before looking away again, clutching his rounded abdomen with a grimace of pain.
"You're pregnant?" I question more as he relaxes slightly and sits back with a sigh, avoiding my eyes as he looks down at himself. He doesn't respond, and I sink to my knees beside him silently. Reaching out gently to grab his hand and pull it from gripping his middle so I can see it fully before he finally reacts and pulls his arm away from my grasp. Putting his palm over his navel again, many questions run through my mind but I'm brought back out of my thoughts when he shifts uncomfortably as he breathes roughly with a groan; "...and in labor?"
"How'd you guess?" He replies under his breath sarcastically with a forced laugh as he shakes his head, the frayed strands of his dark red hair ruffling even more and standing out against the contrasting ivory of his flushed face.
"W-Where does it-?"
"-Come out? Where do you think?"
"I want to help you, there's no need to be an asshole, " I say and meet his eyes again with a scowl, before he growls lowly once more in response;
"I think that when a tiny person wants to come out of my asshole, I have the right to be one." He closes his eyes with a grimace as he groans, holding his belly and repositioning himself to sit on his knees. Just as a sudden splash of fluid pools onto the floor beneath him, my eyes widen as he looks down at his accident and adds; "That was my water, so I guess that you're just in time to play midwife."
"If you let me help you then we'll get your baby out in no time."
"You have no idea what to do, do you?"
"How hard can it be?"
"That's easy for you to say." He leans into himself suddenly with a pained noise, putting a hand on the floor to steady himself through a contraction as he grunts. Leaving me to watch silently until it passes after a while, and he pulls off his shirt to expose his shapely body that glistens with sweat. Completely naked in front of me now while breathing slowly and running his palm over his large bulge.
"Come on, I heard that walking helps."
"I can't."
"It will help things move along."
"No." He squeezes his eyes shut, groaning loudly as he leans over, even more, to support his full body weight on the floor, rocking himself slightly and visibly pushing with the pain that courses through him. I stroke his hair back away from his face that drips with sweat before rubbing his back gently in support, as he cries out for the first time since I've been in his presence; "Fucking bastard!"
"Here, hold onto me." I offer, taking his hands after the contraction fades and pulling him into me gently, putting his hands on my shoulders as he breathes heavily into my shoulder.
"You're cold."
"Sorry," I respond, but he shakes his head into my shoulder quickly as his hands ball into tight fists.
"No, it feels good." He adds quickly before letting an exasperated noise escape his mouth, burying his face into my soaked jacket as I run my hands over his warm skin. Holding him in this comforting position as he labors slowly; "It keeps my mind off of the pain a little...I have no idea how women do this..."
"Are you...uh...You know..." I trail, not wanting to be blunt with the question, but still wanting to ask.
"-gay?" he forces a true laugh out of himself, and I quickly try to make the question less offensive to him.
"Not that you have to answer to me-"
"-It's fine, I know that you have a lot of questions; a pregnant guy giving birth in an abandoned house...who wouldn't-" He cuts himself off with a groan, using me as a pillar for balance as he takes a breath in and slow breath outwards as if straining. I can tell that he's pushing again as his body shifts slightly and his tight fist against my shoulder opens to grab my arm tightly. Squeezing with the contraction as it reaches its peak he pushes roughly with the intense pain before releasing me after a long moment; "I...I can feel it coming...I don't think that I can do this...It wasn't even supposed to happen..."
"Hey, shush, you've made it this far, didn't you?" I ask him curiously, he doesn't respond as he stays silent for a moment before nodding and breathing out roughly, I add; "I'm here for you."
A gasp escapes his lips as he tightens his hands grip on my body again, leaning into me more with a grunt that gets louder until it fades into a light groan: "Fuck."
"Should I look down there to check or something yet?" I question him, though no words escape his mouth as he continues to groan quietly into my shoulder. Keeping his hold on me while on his knees, rocking himself slowly to the pain and nodding his head once more slightly into my jacket. Leading me to pull my hands away from rubbing his back and grab his arms to detach his iron grip from my arms. Sitting him back, his hand going to rest on his belly, my eyes trail down the inside of his thighs where his member stands erect and brushes against the underside of his belly. My face flushes before taking on a deep blush, I look up at his face again and meet his eyes nervously as he sits back on his heels;
"I know...just...ignore it..."
"O-Okay...Alright...Let me see." I say quickly, but he doesn't care about the awkwardness of the situation as he labors before me. Switching his position slowly to sit back at an angle, swinging his legs around and spreading them to pull them up to bend his knees in an exposing manner. Revealing to me a small circle of dark hair that is beginning to emerge from the only other hole in his body that sits beneath his erection.
"What?" He breathes, I guess that he noticed my wide-eyed look before I swallowed and met his eyes with a slightly excited smile at him.
"I see the head, " I respond in a happy tone, a slightly pained smile makes its way to his face as well.
"Really...?Finally..." He hangs his head back with a low groan, I notice his hands grip his thighs tightly as his belly heaves with a returned heavy breath, his head dropping forward now and his chin going to his chest as he grunts and pushes more of the baby out of himself. Letting his grip loosen with a sigh after he stops pushing the slowly emerging head out of his body and meets my eyes with a forced laugh; "Talk about a pain in the ass..."
"It's funny that you can still attempt to be sarcastic even while in unimaginable pain, " I say with an amused smile, forcing out another light, more truthful laugh this time as he leans back on his hand. Running one of them over the round belly that sticks out of his frame with a gentle touch, breathing slowly in and out until he takes in a sharp breath and making a familiar uncomfortable noise when I guess that another contraction is hitting him suddenly. "Take my hand, you can squeeze all you want with the pain."
Not thinking twice about the offer he quickly sits up more to take my outstretched hand with a tight grip, using his other free hand to grip my shoulder as he grunts loudly once more. Their face is covered in sweat and scrunched in pain just as his grunt turns into a scream.
"There you go, keep going." I encourage, looking down past his head to see the head of the baby slowly growing wider as it emerges before he takes another sharp breath and stops pushing;
"-It burns...It fucking burns!" He exclaims frantically, shaking his head quickly.
"Keep pushing, " I repeat, wishing that I could help him more than just being moral support as I hold his hand and his knee. Looking up at me with a pained expression, his eyes glossed over as he looked into my eyes sadly;
"I can't-"
"-Yes, you can. You were going to do this all by yourself, what changed when I got here? I'm with you now, okay? I'm helping you do something that you could have done all by yourself, alright? Now push." I convince him in the easiest way I can, he doesn't respond for a silent moment before squeezing his eyes shut. Crying out in a loud wail at the top of his lungs, making my heart pang in sympathy for him, the hand squeezing my shoulder letting go suddenly and going between his legs as he lets the sound escape him. Before gasping and hanging his head while panting roughly;
"...the heads out..."
Looking back down to examine him again where his hand is now and caressing the small head of a baby, my eyes widen and a slight excited smile comes to my face as he meets my eyes again with a mirrored expression. A renewed sense of courage showed on his face when he pulled the hand that was running over his head away to put it on my shoulder, back into the familiar position from before. His legs are still bent in a birthing position as he holds me tightly again, leaving me to support the slowly emerging head as he pushes again. Until the first of its shoulders pops out suddenly with a gasp from him along with the other one right after the other.
"Here it comes..." I start and he nods silently, taking in a few slow breaths while resting his forehead on mine for a moment before whining softly. One more long push from him allows the rest of the small body that was nestled inside of him to slip out of his body and into my hands with a splash of fluids. A baby's cry fills the air and he breathes out before pulling away to watch me bring the squirming infant up to my chest with a bright smile; "Woah..."
"That just came from inside of me." He says disbelievingly, as I look down at the small being curiously, examining the baby as it cries. Face screwed up under their full head of ivory white hair, hands balled into tiny fists that shake angrily as it cries. I look past them and down to where their belly button heaves with each tiny wail. Noticing that there wasn't an umbilical cord like every other newborn, he doesn't seem to mind any of those things as he asks me after a moment; "What is it?"
"A girl," I answer him, glancing up as he sits up again slightly to gaze upon his daughter with a proud smile. Reaching out cautiously to take her into his arms in a fatherly embrace, cradling her gently and brushing his fingers over her hairline she stops crying as soon as he holds her, kissing her forehead softly as she unscrews her face. Before staring up at him with big red eyes, he laughs lightly;
"Hi, Luna, I'm your daddy..." He interacts with his new daughter happily, until he glances at me finally once more with a grin; "Thank you."
"You're welcome." My smile brightens and I nod, he looks away once more, leaving me to stand up and walk towards the front door.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Two Hour Story (2310 words) by DeathlyGurgles
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Original Work
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Original Male Character/Original Male Character
Characters: Original Characters, Original Male Character(s), Original Child Character(s), Original Trans Character(s)
Additional Tags: Apocalypse, Nuclear Apocalypse, Childbirth, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Post-Apocalypse, Mpreg, labor, Birth, Pregnancy Kink, birth kink
Summary:
Short Apocalypse Birth Story <3
Originally published 08 Jul 2018
No one plans for the end of the world, it just happens. It was just another catastrophic shock in the black hole that was his life, layers upon layers of disappointment and mishaps just kept piling on and he knew most of his own misfortune was because of his own mistakes. Like forgetting his birth control or not using a condom and driving away his loving boyfriend because of his own frustrations.
It was almost unbelievable, after taking months to get past the initial shock of finding out that he was carrying a life inside of him and forcing a sort of solitude upon himself without his boyfriend that the TV switched to a blaring message about national safety. At first, he had thought it was one of those old drills he had seen as a kid, but he knew it wasn't as outside his house the emergency sirens blared and his blood ran cold at the sound when he sat up from his cocoon on the couch and struggled free of the sheets.
Moving so quickly wasn't an easy feat for him, not when he was nearly nine months pregnant and according to his last check up way above prime weight. He blamed himself once again for being so overweight even before he was pregnant, but his focus was taken off of his own pity for a moment as he looked outside his bedroom window where the families across the street were tossing bags into the backs of their cars and shoving their kids into the back seats. It was serious, must be, of course, it was with the sirens and what was on his TV, he felt sick to his stomach with fear as he hurried back over to flip to the news station.
They were talking about terrorists or anarchists or something and for a moment he thought it was actually happening, the nukes everyone joked about online and complained about not needing. He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard his doorbell ring before someone frantically banged on his door, moving to grab his phone off of the nightstand to see he had 37 missed calls and texts, "Shit." They were all from his boyfriend, his ex, no not his ex they hadn't really broken it off, he was downstairs waiting for him. Saving him or something of the sort.
He grabbed a clean shirt and changed into it as quickly as he could, pulling on some sweats with more of a struggle than he wished before he was waddling out of his room towards the living room with another few impatient rings of the doorbell and blows to the door. "Phillip! Open up!" It was definitely his boyfriend and he was serious, from the tone of his voice and the harshness of his raps, he guessed that he was still in a sort of shock. Just not moving as fast as he wished he could as he finally unlocked and opened the door, "For fucksake, Phil, I thought-"
They both didn't really know what he had thought but he could guess when his boyfriend wrapped his arms around him in a tight hug that left him breathless before he let go of him, "What's happening?"He asked in a weak voice, just seeing him there at his front door worried about him left his heart in his throat, though the other didn't respond before he pushed his way inside the house and closed the door behind him. "Marshal, what the hell is going on?"
"I'm getting your stuff, we've got to get out of the city."He said as he was jogging to his bedroom, their bedroom, Phillip stood there dumbfounded and just as confused as before, "What- Why?"He asked and followed behind his boyfriend to see him grabbing one of his suitcases and stuffing clothes into it then going to his bathroom to do the same with products, his hand went to his belly.
"They're bombing the place, haven't you seen the news?"He asked and gestured to the TV that was still on, the pregnant one blinked and felt his shock wash over into fear as he paled, Marshal didn't stop packing though, and went to the closet, "Where's your birthing bag?"While he threw things out of the closet.
"I-I-"He swallowed and the hand on his belly dropped lower to support the weight of his stomach after standing for even a few moments, the baby had dropped days ago but how were they going to have a baby fleeing terrorists or whatever the hell was going on, "It's in there."He said after a few moments of his boyfriend looking for it and finally dragging the duffle bag out of the closet, turning to Phillip again to see him panicked.
"Hey, it's okay. We're getting out of here, we've got hours before the explosion. We can get out of here."He held his face and kissed him as he lowered his head just a bit to face the shorter, stockier man, his hands going down to meet his on his belly, "We'll get to my parent's house in the next state, their's a hospital right next to them."He didn't wait for a response as he nodded at his pregnant boyfriend and kissed him again before grabbing the bags and leaving the room, "Come on, put on your shoes."
Phillip moved then to hurry and follow behind Marshal, grabbing his jacket and pulling it on as he slipped his feet into his shoes, hissing as his stomach felt uneasy and his hand pressed more against the bump. His fat had stretched around his womb and it was obvious he was pregnant even though some people still just thought he had one big beer belly. It was tight beneath his hand and he leaned against the doorframe briefly as he watched Marshal pack up the back of his truck, "Come on, Phil, you can make it..."
He wasn't sure what was wrong with him at first, he had been eating some strange combinations for his cravings, maybe he just had to go, but this... He shut his eyes and breathed for a few moments, convincing himself it was just the stress as he shut his door behind himself and waddled his way over to the passengers' side door where Marshall helped him climb inside. Then went around to climb into the driver's side where he started up the truck and pulled off out of his driveway, he looked back in the side mirror and wondered just how long it would be until he would be back home or if it would even be there when they got back. If the baby came now they wouldn't have anything but a few changes of clothes for them, he guessed it was a good thing he could lactate.
It took hours to get out of the city with the traffic from all the people who had just the same idea as they did and the panic that was ensuing after the threat, they were still on the highway miles away from Marshall's parents or any close civilization when he knew something was happening to him. There had been pangs still and he tried to hold them in, ignoring them and shifting to a different position or pulling out his phone to check the time, but the tactics were slowly seizing to work altogether, they had been listening to the radio and it was slowly annoying him. Though he knew it was keeping them updated on what was happening in the city he could barely pay attention, his back was aching so much and he could only sit back and pretend to be sleeping until it happened.
There was a sound behind them, faint but loud enough to be heard from miles away and he opened his eyes to look into the rearview mirror where this bright burning ball was falling down into the skyline of their city, "Marshal!"He looked over to his boyfriend who was looking too, traffic was stopped and everyone was watching as it fell from the sky, and yet only for a moment, his focus was brought away from the sight as he cried aloud finally. His head fell back and his hand pushed out to grasp onto anything solid as he felt something open up inside of him and his eyes went wide with fear, nails dug into the arm of his boyfriend and the fabric of the headrest behind him. "Oh... Oh fuck... Oh no no..."
Marshal's eyes were dragged away by the sound his boyfriend made, as bright light washed over them and he knew he needed to get them out of there, they couldn't marvel over the burning of the city with a baby coming out of Phillip. "Why didn't you tell me? For god sake, you're in labor and the fucking world is ending-"He was complaining but the pregnant man couldn't even defend himself as he whined and there was pressure right at his opening, he looked frantically to Marshal but his boyfriend was focused on the road even with his hand clutching his shoulder, "Just breathe, I know, I know it hurts, just breathe with me, okay?" The dark-haired man started breathing as Phillip watched him and tried to copy what he was doing for only a few moments before he was screaming again.
The chair was so uncomfortable now and he was panicked, the first baby wasn't supposed to come out so easily, not after just a few hours, but here he was trying to lift himself from his seat with the belt still stuck around him, tucked beneath his fat belly and his tits and he could barely breathe he was freaking out so much. "No...No no no...." He was muttering and whimpering and squirming in his seat, even as Marshal had moved to grip his hand, knowing he was there wasn't even a relief he felt as if he was watching himself from the outside in and he was so embarrassed. He couldn't control his own body, it hurt so bad and he was gnashing down on his teeth as he groaned, "Fuck! Fuck! I can't-"
"Yes, you can, you can, babe. I knew you could from the moment you told me. You can do this." Marshal said and he was driving on the edge of the road, past the people in cars watching the explosions behind him, almost full speed to get them to the nearest exit or anywhere.
"It's too soon!" Phillip was struggling to unbuckle himself as he felt their baby coming, he was wet and he knew his water had broken miles back, he had been denying the inevitable but now he had no choice but to obey what his body wanted. Even with his pants still on, fully clothed, this baby was coming, he was going to have to give birth into his pants and he couldn't stop it. "Gnhhh!"He grunted as his head came back and he was pushing finally, glorious pushing, the pressure coming down and down finally as he held himself up off of the chair, every muscle in his body straining. The veins in his neck and forehead bulging as he pushed with all his might, his body knew what it was doing and the baby did too as the unborn infant came down lower and lower.
Inside his boxers, he felt his slit spread open and the fabric of his boxers stretch as he pushed that head out of him, "Mnhh..."He knew he had to keep himself from collapsing, the baby was there and he didn't want to hurt them, he couldn't, he loved them too much and that love was what kept him going as he panted, "Ha...Ha... Ohhh...Oh, burns..."He moaned and he felt Marshal glancing at him every few moments, he couldn't stop driving to help and he didn't ask him to, he had done most of this alone anyway and he could birth alone too. Mostly, at least, his nails dug into Marshal's skin and he heard his boyfriend hiss but he cried aloud over the sound as the head came with a rush of fluids and he braced his foot against the dashboard. Keeping himself hovering as that large baby head could be seen from the imprint in his soaking wet sweats, "Mngh..."
"Is it?" Marshal could barely finish before Philip was screaming again and the hand that had left its mark on his arm released its' death grip and frantically pushed at the sticky fabric of his pants, not caring who saw as the once-pregnant man moaned again. That head came forward more and this time when Marshal glanced he could see it as the neck came and then the shoulders and he almost crashed trying to watch it happen right there, the abnormally large baby squeezing its way out of its mother, first one shoulder and then another. Its chubby body was covered in whatever types of liquids Phillip had extruded finally slipping free and collapsing into the seat beneath Philip with a splash of fluids, almost instantly coming alive outside of the womb with shrill cries.
He couldn't believe his eyes and Philip couldn't believe his ears, nor the emptiness he felt within him, but the tugging of the cord between his legs brought him out of the reverie it was to have given birth, there wasn't any more pain, only ache and release as he reached down to feel that squirming little body. Their baby.
"What a fucking story to tell, "Marshal whispered and Phillip laughed as he weakly brought the child up into his arms through his thighs and his lowered pants and against his chest.
( originally posted for @/tummychallenge on Tumblr, reposting here on my alt writing account and also plugging my ao3)
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