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“Yes, yes, fuck, yes! Harder! Deeper!”

Tess moaned out loud as he was being pummeled into the bed over and over. He spread his legs as wide as he could to give his client more access and he screamed in approval as the client slammed his cock deep into his G-spot that made him see white, hot flashes.

“Nnnh…Can…Can I come inside, Mommy?” his client groaned, still playing his role.

“Yes, yes, you can…! Mommy allows it…! Shoot Mommy full~!”

With that, his client groaned and emptied himself into him after a couple of last hard thrust, prompting Tess’s orgasm as well. Tess allowed the client to collect himself and ride out his orgasm before hinting to him that his time was up and it was time for him to collect his payment. The client did as he was told, give Tess a playful pinch on the cheek and a gentle pat on his round belly and left Tess’s nursery-themed room.

Tess worked as a role-play prostitute in one of the many underground brothels that were still legal in Neo-Earth. He had serviced many clients in the past role-playing various characters from nurses to Japanese schoolgirl/boy to even as far as BDSM role-play, but still fictional characters were his most favourite.

Till the day he got pregnant.

At first he was worried that he would get fired because he had nowhere else to go. He was married once almost immediately after graduating from high school to his history teacher, but she died of a heart attack 2 years later and left behind a lot of debts for him to cover due to her dark secret of having a compulsive gambling problem that he didn’t know until after her death. The bank had claimed their home and most of their properties, and loan sharks dragged away whatever was left of value to pay barely a fifth of what she owed.

Being that he had always been a househusband after marriage and never had a decent job, his friend from grade school recommended him this job that not only pays well, but also he would have a roof over his head and fun, freedom and pleasure at the same time. It wasn’t long before he got accustomed to this lifestyle and was able to pay up most of the interest incurred in the debt and enjoy awesome sex every day. Thankfully his pimp was versatile and accommodating, and after giving him a bit of a lecture about safe sex, he decided to make Tess into a temporary role-play “Mommy” for people who have a fetish for pregnant people, just until he gives birth.

Tess didn’t know who the father, or mother, of the child is, since he catered to both Neo-girls and Earth men alike, and he probably would never know. But he tried not to let it bother him. He had a home, he had access to good food and good money, and he had mind-blowing sex during the hormonal phase, and the baby was going to be sent away to a good home once it was born anyway. He couldn’t ask for more. He would’ve liked it if he could keep the child, since he was getting a little attached to it, but he knew this was not a fitting place to raise a child, and he needed the money to pay his debts more than he needed it to keep the baby.

Tess cleaned himself and waddled to the intercom at his door. Taking out the NO SERVICE hanger to hang outside his door, he pressed the intercom to connect with his pimp.

“Bob? Hey, Bob, you there?”

“Yeah, sweetcakes, wassup?” Bob’s voice could be heard on the other line.

“It’s time for my webcam session, so no customers for the next 2 hours, OK?”

“Alright, sweetcakes. Money wire-tap connection as usual?”

“Yup, thanks.”

Tess made his way to his built-in bathroom (all the prostitutes’ rooms have their own bathrooms, by the way) to take a shower and get ready for his next gig. Webcam session was one of the many services the brothel provided, and here they can do whatever they want: from just doing their normal daily thing (for voyeurism fetishes) to full-on webcam interaction with people on the other line. Tess preferred the interaction as he knew there were quite a lot of pregnant fetishists about the internet and would pay big money to talk to him up close and personal.

Drying himself, he got out the naked apron from his wardrobe, which was his audience’s favourite, and put it on while he turned on the webcam and connected through the server to get to their brothel’s website live chat page. No sooner he was connected, than several ding-s were heard and the chat box lit up with incoming messages. Tess glanced at the first few IDs and smiled, recognizing his regulars.

“Hey there, Pari87. Hi, BlueTAP. Good evening, awesomeballs101.”

Hello~ Gorgeous~!
How’re you doing? How’s the baby?
You look great in that apron as always.

“Thanks, guys,” Tess giggled. “Baby’s doing just fine. We just had a nice romp beforehand.”

Man, that sounds sexy!
Wish I could fuck you right now.
Show us your body, baby!

Tess obliged as he stood in front of the webcam, did a short catwalk and twirled around, doing a full circle to show the full view of his delectable body. His natural pregnancy glow made him even more desirable, and he could just imagine his audience getting simultaneous boners right about now.

Amazing~! Love that ass, baby~!
My god, you’re too sexy for words~!
What else can you do today for us?

“I’m glad you asked,” Tess said as he went out of the webcam view for a moment, then returned with his favourite black pearl-studded dildo. Brandishing it before his audience, he seductively ran his tongue along the length of the dildo, lubing it up for its grand entrance while he sat with his pussy in full view at the webcam diddling himself.

Ooh, yeah, keep doing that.
Let us hear your voice, baby~
So sexy and fuckable right now!

Tess moaned at the webcam as he continued to diddle himself while sucking the dildo. Once it was nicely lubed up, he teasingly probed himself for his audience to watch before slipping it inside, slowly fucking himself in front of the webcam.

Oh yeah~ Work that stick, baby~
Oh my god, so sexy~
Can I have your babies next time~?

“If you pay extra, awesomeballs, yeah, definitely,” Tess replied just to make him feel happy. There was no way he was going to let himself get knocked up again, what with his lifestyle.

Tess kept on masturbating and fucking himself in front of the webcam, responding to minor requests from his audience. He was sitting on a bean bag seat and he was able to lean back to gain more access to reach his sweet spot and let his audience see more of him. Needless to say, the response was phenomenal.

“Mmh…I’m going to come soon…” Tess moaned as he tried to slow down a little so as not to release too quickly. “Would you like me to come at your faces?”

Oh yes, please! Come at us!
Soak your juices on our faces, baby!
Give it to me, baby~

“Oh yeah…Oh yeah, here I come…!! I’m gonna come~!!”

A few more thrusts later, Tess screamed his orgasm as he came in front of the webcam. Torrents of fluid came rushing out of him, squirting onto the webcam and the computer itself, and thoroughly soaking his thighs and the seat he was on.

Oh wow! Look at that squirt!
Is that a new trick?
When did you learn how to squirt like that?

Tess was surprised too. He was not a squirter, and whenever he orgasmed, he was always left with a subtle wetness in his pussy. This was a full-blown wet orgasm, something that he had never experienced.

“I dunno, guys. It is new but…”

Suddenly Tess gasped as he felt a strong wave of pain that traveled from the base of his back, around his pelvic area all the way to his round belly that tightened like a vice. That wave somehow squeezed out a bit more fluid out of his pussy and the realization soon dawned to him that his water had just broken and he was in labour.

Are you alright, baby?
Something wrong?
Is the kid OK?

“Oh shit…” Tess groaned as another one came 3 minutes later. Had he been feeling this all along and hadn’t noticed? “I think…I think I’m in labour. I gotta go…”

No! Don’t go! Stay!
Yeah! Give birth right here!
We wanna see!

“What?!” Tess widened his eyes in horror. “You gotta be kidding me! I need a doctor, not a spectator! I can’t do this on my own!”

Come on! Please do it!
People give birth to babies on their own all the time! It’s not that hard!
We’ll support you! We’ll help you! Come on!

Tess watched as more and more of his audience came in with eager messages of him to stay and give birth live online, some of them he had never seen before in his life, and he took pride in knowing his regulars pretty well.

“No way! I’m signing off…”

We’ll pay! We’ll pay right now! Look!

No sooner one of them said that, than he saw the money meter on his website suddenly shot up and he was actually getting paid twice as much of his usual earnings. They were actually stoked to see him give birth right before them and satisfy their fetish.

It couldn’t hurt (except his contractions right now). He was getting paid for it, and if anything else goes wrong, his co-workers were just a step away from his room both left and right. What had he got to lose?

“Fuck…” Tess moaned as he positioned himself in front of the webcam again. “You better be paying me quadruple by the time I’m done!”

Alright! Bring it on!
This party is gonna go off the roof!
Don’t worry! I’m rolling with dough tonight! Bring it!

Thankfully the bean bag seat was flexible enough to be able to settle him in a birthing position. Spreading his legs apart for his audience to see, he held himself up under his knees and tried to breathe through the contractions. Instinctively, he knew his body wasn’t ready yet, so he tried to resist pushing.

Is it coming out? Aren’t you pushing?
Be patient, you idiot!
Yeah! He’s not ready yet! Just watch and wait!

After about 10 minutes, Tess could feel the overwhelming sensation to push, so he gave in and pushed down as hard as he could. He could hear numerous ding-s sounding off from his PC, but he couldn’t be bothered to reply them. His mind right now was fully focused on getting the baby out.

“Holy shit…!! It hurts…!!”

Excited replies and encouragement came pouring in as Tess kept on pushing. A few times he felt the baby shrink back in, but other than that, he was making good progress.

OMG! I can see the head!
Yeah, me too! Awesome!
I’m so jerking off right now to this!
Wait a sec, that ain’t a head!
Holy shit! It’s a butt!
Your baby’s coming out wrong, dude!

Tess had to stop pushing for a second when the incoming messages were too much and too frantic to ignore. Peeking at the messages while taking a breather, he realized BlueTAP was saying that he was seeing a butt. Sure enough, when he reached down to touch it, he did not feel the usual roundness or hairiness of a head, but instead it was smooth and he could feel a slit that seemed like the crack of a butt.

“Oh fuck…Oh fuck…What do I do…?!” Tess whimpered in panic, not to anyone in particular.

Try changing its position!
It’s too far down, genius! He can’t do that!
Try squatting! Maybe it’ll come out faster and you’ll get it over with!

Taking heed of Pari87’s advice, Tess climb up onto the bean bag seat and got into a deep squat, his ass facing the webcam so that the audience could still see his progress. As predicted, the progress was much faster, albeit a little bit more painful.

“Oow~ Oow, fuck~! Fuck, fuck, fuck~!!” Tess screamed as he could feel the baby descended more. He might have torn a little but there was no stopping now.

Another heave later and soon the baby’s butt along with the feet were free out of his womb, earning even more excited incoming messages. Tess quickly returned to his normal birthing position, took hold of the baby’s legs and gently pulled along with his pushes. Once the shoulders started to come out, Tess was in a bloody, sobbing sweaty mess.

“Tess? Sweetcakes, you done? Your 2 hours are up, and you’ve got a bit of a line here.”

Tess froze when he heard his pimp Bob calling through the intercom. He couldn’t move with the baby between his legs, but he couldn’t just ignore him either, or there would be hell to pay.

“Hey, Tess? Are you sleeping or something? If you are, wake the hell up, or I’ll send those guys down on you. I know you don’t like orgies, so don’t make me give you one.”

He was right; he didn’t like orgies. They were messy and noisy and non-personal and he didn’t like being fought over like a piece of meat—and they paid less too—but he couldn’t respond to Bob even if he wanted to. Another contraction came and he had to push.

“Alright, that’s it. I’m sending them dow—oh great, here comes trouble. Hey, Pinn, how’re you doing?”

The intercom shut off for a while and Tess was left to his own devices for the time being. Pinn was one of the debt collectors that worked with the loan shark his wife was owed to and he would come bi-weekly to come and collect his dues. Thankfully, unlike most debt collectors who just grab all the money and go, Pinn would leave just enough for Tess to survive on before taking the rest with him, keeping mum about it to his boss saying that it was all Tess got for the week. He suspected that maybe Pinn had a small crush on him or something, and he had to admit Pinn was quite good-looking, but it was wishful thinking.

Tess gave in to another urge to push again as Bob probably was buying him some time on his end. More messages came in and he could see from a glance that his money meter was off the roof. He wasn’t sure if Bob was able to see this on his side of the computer—since all the computers within the building were being monitored by the pimp’s server—but if he did, it would be the most money he had ever seen his prostitutes earn in a day.

“Hey, Tess. Pinn is coming down now, so you better have your ass and money ready for him!”

“Shit, shit, shit,” Tess groaned as he tried to push the baby’s head out after finally managing to free both shoulders. “Please, please, please~ Get out, get out, get out~!!”

“Tess?” Pinn’s voice and knock could be heard behind the door. “Tess, it’s me. You know the drill.”

“Pinn…Pinn, please help me…”

Pinn came in at Tess’s distress call and was taken absolutely by surprise to see Tess on his bean bag seat, legs spread in front of the webcam and a baby coming out of his pussy at the wrong side. For a moment, he was a little lost.

“Umm…Uhh…Umm…What am I supposed to do?” Pinn asked awkwardly.

“The baby…Help me…The baby…!!” Tess tried to speak but the contractions were forcing him to focus on pushing.

Pinn quickly cleared his mind as he made his way to Tess and took over catching the baby. With his hands free, Tess gripped tightly on the seat and pushed down along with his contractions, trying to get the head out. The incoming messages suddenly got frantic and Pinn couldn’t resist turning to see what they were.

Aw, come on! Get outta the shot!
You’re blocking the view!
Dude! We wanna see! Get your fat ass off!

“Oh, shut the fuck up, you weirdo-s!” Pinn couldn’t help scolding at Tess’s audience as he returned to tending to Tess. By then, Bob poked his curious head in to see what the commotion was about.

“What the fuck is going on? Tess?! What the hell?!”

“Don’t just stand there and call the ambulance!” Pinn berated, prompting Bob to quickly comply. He then turned back to Tess and coached, “You’re almost there, Tess. I can see the chin poking out. Just one more push.”

“I’m…I’m sorry…” Tess whimpered, sobbing to the point of hiccoughing. “I’m sorry you had to…”

“Don’t worry about it, love. Just gimme one last push. Make it big.”

With that, Tess took a few deep breaths for good measure before pushing down that one last time, letting loose a scream as it slid out of his womb that alerted his co-workers to peek in as well. A few seconds later, the baby’s shrill cry for air could be heard throughout the whole brothel.

“Oh my god! Tess, you’re having the baby?!”

“The baby’s born?! Oh my god!!”

“Oh, it’s beautiful! What is it?!”

“Are you still online?”

Tess realized, as he panted in relief, that he was still live on the webcam and he could see that chat box flooded with messages of his audience sharing his co-workers’ excitement and joy and his money meter sporting its highest number yet. Keeping in character, he managed to give his audience a small smile through his sweaty face.

“Show’s over, folks. Thanks for the money.”

Pinn took over and turned off the live feed before handing the baby to Tess. One of Tess’s co-workers helpfully handed Pinn a pair of clean scissors to cut the cord. Tess checked the baby’s gender and smiled to his co-workers.

“It’s a Neo-girl.”

All his co-workers squealed and giggled gleefully before Bob came to tell Tess and Pinn that the ambulance was on its way.

“So I guess I’ll have to postpone the money collection?”

“It’s OK,” Tess gestured to his dresser. “It’s at the usual spot. Take what you need.”

Pinn nodded and washed his hands before going to the dresser to get his usual amount. While he did that, Tess checked the baby’s features. She was a little blue from being put through a wringer like that, but was slowly gaining colour from the warmth of the blanket she was wrapped up with and the air she was taking in. She had his reddish-brown hair and apparently born with heterochromia—odd eye phenomenon—where her left eye was green and her right eye was his aquamarine blue. The only person he had ever seen the same phenomenon and that same exact green colour was…

“Umm…Pinn?” Tess voiced out.

“Yeah?” Pinn turned to him after pocketing the money.

“Remember when…I told you that it was my birthday that day and…you decided to give me something ‘special’…?”

“Yeeeeaaaaahhh…?” Pinn replied awkwardly, still a little weirded out about what he did that drunken night.

“I think…I think she’s yours.”

“W-Wait…Wait, what? No way!”

Tess showed him the baby’s odd eyes and gave him a challenging look.

“Tell me she did not get this from someone else, because I know for sure as hell you’re the only one I know who has these eyes and have fucked me.”

“Oh man…” Pinn was flabbergasted at upon seeing the baby girl sharing the same phenomenon as he did (his was one green one brown). “Oh man…This is weird…”

“S’OK,” Tess sighed as he cuddled the baby close to give her her first meal. “I won’t ask you to take responsibility or anything. I know you got a boss to answer to. I’m gonna put her up for adoption anyway…”

“Please, no, don’t do that.”


“I’ll take her.”

“Come on, Pinn, be serious,” Tess laughed nervously. “I don’t need your pity.”

“Haven’t you already known how I feel for you?” Pinn knelt before him.

“I…had an idea that you might have a crush on me but…no, you’re just humoring me.”

“I’m not,” Pinn took his hand. “Listen, I may not be much, but I know I can take care of you, and I know what I feel for you is real. Quit this job. Come with me.”

“What…? But I…My debts…I…” Tess was at loss of words over this sudden confession.

“I’m been paying for you on the side. Your debt is almost clear now, and I’ve been secretly helping you to save up in an account. You don’t have to worry about money anymore. Please? Please come with me.”

Tess was a little torn. Truth be told, he had been considering quitting for some time, but this was the easiest job that made the most money, and he stayed mostly because of the debt his late wife owed. Dare he accept this, now that the opportunity was there for the taking? What would it lead his life to?

“I dunno…” Tess was a little hesitant, despite the tempting offer.

“Can I at least name her?” Pinn asked.

Tess thought for a while before he nodded.

“Adrianna. We’ll name her Adrianna.”

“It’s…surprisingly a pretty name coming from you.”

“It was my late sister’s name, you know, the one I told you about, the one who died of cancer?”

“Yeah,” Tess nodded, remembering. “It suits her.”

“I love you, Tess.”

Tess didn’t reply, but as he shared a kiss with Pinn while the ambulance sirens could be heard in the background, he thought that maybe being a debt collector’s wife wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

What else had he got to lose?

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“Welcome to Ball Point. May I take your order?”

Serione rang up the cash machine as the customer before him made his order. He noticed the customer couldn’t help stealing glances at his protruding belly, but he didn’t let it bother him. He was used to stares and glances by now anyways.

Serione was in what you’d call a unique relationship. He had a genetic mutation where his body allowed him to carry the child of two fathers, and while it doesn’t really affect his daily life, it does put a damper in his sex life because due to his condition, he had to take twice as much birth control pills as anyone else due to the fact that the mutation made him super fertile, regardless if he was ovulating or not.

His best friend Carroll was the first to know of his condition since they grew up together, and then Terrence, his colleague/fuck buddy came into the fold when he noticed Serione taking more birth control pills than most of his previous lovers ever did. The three of them got together and would occasionally indulge in a threesome (popping Carroll’s man cherry at the same time), and after a year of that sort of relationship, it was only natural that they decided to take it to the next level and became three-way lovers.

Three-way love was neither uncommon nor illegal nowadays, and people have been doing it even before the discovery of Neo-Earth, but it was not religiously recognized, so a threesome white wedding at the church was out of the question. They had to settle for a civil marriage at the court in front of a judge, but it was no big deal as they have each other. Serione kept the birth control use for about a couple of years until they were ready to have children. One night of heavy petting on their 3rd wedding anniversary later, both Terrence and Carroll hit the jackpot as Serione was pregnant with both their children.

“Two veggie burgers, one meat loaf burger and two isotonic drinks, all super-sized!” Serione hollered towards the kitchen.

“Coming right up!” Terrence replied as he and his other chef colleagues cooked up the order. Serione was glad that Terrence worked with him in the same Ball Point fast food restaurant because at least there was someone helping him out or keep an eye on him while Carroll was at his own job as a bank security guard.

“You sure you don’t wanna take a break?” Angela, who was stationed as the cashier/customer service next to him, asked worriedly. “I heard you’re almost due, aren’t you?”

“Naw, don’t worry about it,” Serione replied. “I’m not due till next week, and I’m pregnant, not invalid. The world won’t grind to a halt whether or not I take an early leave anyway. Besides, you’re still in training. Who else is gonna train you without me?”

“True,” Angela giggled. “The boss is too much of a miser to pay extra for someone else to train me.”

Serione nodded with a grin and went back to work when another line of customers came before him. He hadn’t really told anyone except his two husbands; he had been feeling the tightening of the stomach since last night, and he was feeling it right now every now and then. He dismissed it as the usual Braxton Hicks he had been getting since last week, but now that he was feeling it even more frequently, he was not so sure anymore.

“You gonna be alright, hun?” Terrence approached him from behind while he brought extra cups for the drink station. His touch on his aching back gave Serione some brief relief.

“Yeah, I’m good,” Serione replied. “Though I’m feeling something every now and then, it’s more than how I felt last night.”

“You wanna sit down and rest? Take the day off?”

“Naw, prolly just Braxton Hicks as usual. I wouldn’t worry about that.”

“Well, just gimme a holler if something’s wrong, OK?”


The rest of the day went by without incident. Serione still felt the occasional tightening now and then but he tried not to let it bother him. It was only until during lunch hour peak time that he realized the tightening was getting more and more uncomfortable to be just Braxton Hicks and seemed to travel down his back and around his pelvis, and he couldn’t ignore it as much as he could when he realized that it was doing it (after glancing at his watch) every 5 minutes, getting closer to every 3, 4 minutes.

“Ah, shit…” Serione swore under his breath when he finally realized that he was going into labour and those were contractions he was feeling. Luckily he was out of the customer’s earshot, but not Angela’s.

“What’s up, you OK?” Angela asked in concern.

“Yeah, I’m good,” Serione lied, not wanting to create a panic. “I just remembered something I forgot to bring, that’s all.”

Thankfully Angela just nodded and carried on with her work. Serione tried to carry on with his work as well, keeping a professional face despite the increasing contractions. Occasionally he had to stop to breathe through the contractions, but other than that he managed to bear through to the end of peak hour.

Just when he was about to leave for his lunch break—and maybe alert Terrence and/or Carroll about his impending babies’ arrival—a group of businessmen walked in to have their late lunch. Angela had gone off to take a bathroom/cigarette break, so he had to serve them himself.

“Welcome to Ball Point. May I take your order?”

“Ah, yes,” the first businessman came forth. “Gimme a chicken salad, large fries, an apple pie and coffee please.”

“Got it,” Serione replied as he rang up the order. “Anythi…”

His words were caught in his throat when he felt his water broke. He was lucky that the counter was above the waist, or they would’ve seen him wet himself, but they still heard the splatter of water on the floor.

“You OK, sir? What was that?”

“Uh, it’s OK. I just…uh…accidentally kicked my drink underneath. It’s just a small spill, don’t worry,” Serione pulled out his professional smile, but inside he was borderline panicking. “Anything else I can get you?”

The first customer declined any additional orders, and the rest of his friends made their orders. Serione tried his best to get all their orders without doubling over from the incoming contractions that hit him harder than before without the cushioning of the amniotic fluid, but it was getting more and more intense in spite of his control. He still managed to keep his professional fa├žade though as he took out the waiting numbers for the customers and their trays of drinks.

“H-Here’s your number and d-drinks,” Serione said as he shakily slid the trays to the businessmen. “P-Please have a s-seat, your food will b-be ready a-and brought t-to you shortly.”

“Hey, dude, you alright?” the first customer who ordered asked in concern. “You look kinda pale, and you’re stuttering.”

“I’m fine. D-Don’t you worry about me. Have a nice day.”

The businessmen whispered amongst themselves for a bit before taking the trays and left to their seats. Not wanting to leave such a mess on the floor, Serione almost stumbling into the janitorial room to get the mop and bucket and quickly mopped up the mess before Angela sees it and starts flipping out. Once he was done, another group of customers came in and he was back in his station as usual, and Angela came in soon after, apologizing for her lateness and returned to her station.

Serione tried his best to serve his next line of customers without letting out any noise from his contraction. He could feel the baby starting to descend down his canal and was pushing against his vagina opening, trying to get out. While he rang up a customer’s order, he dared himself to push down a little bit just to ease the pressure, and sure enough, because of the gravity, the baby’s head descended more to the point where he could feel the fabled ring of fire.

“Th-Thank you for y-y-your patronage…” Serione bit back another urge to groan from that feeling. “H-Have a n-nice d-d-day…”

“Hey, you really don’t look so good, Seri,” Angela said as she sent off her last customer as well. “You sure you’re OK?”

“I…I think we sh-should cl-close up shop now…for a while…” Serione said as he gripped onto the counter hard, giving in to panting through the next contraction during this crowning process.

“A…Are you…Are you giving birth right now??” Angela exclaimed, earning the alerted attention of the kitchen staff, especially Terrence.

“Just c-calm down and close up sh-shop, won’t you…Aaaggghhh!!”

Angela jumped with a horrified squeak as she quickly ran to the entrance and flipped the CLOSED sign, locking up as quick as her shaky hands could muster. Terrence was already throwing away his apron and ran forward to the counter.

“Why didn’t you holler? I told you to holler if anything happens!” Terrence exclaimed as he pulled down Serione’s pants to check the progress. “Holy shit, the head is already out?! Seri~!!”

“I’m sorry…I’m really sorry…I thought I could…Uunngghhh~!!!”

“Stop rubbing it in and making him feel bad and do something~!” Angela whined, shooting glances at the entrance to make sure there was no one watching all this going on, despite the fact that Serione’s lower half was pretty much hidden from the rest of the world outside.

“OK, OK, I’m sorry, Seri,” Terrence apologized as he helped Serione to fully take off the pants. “Can you walk? Are you able to get to the staff lounge?”

Serione shook his head; the baby’s head was already too far down to allow him to walk.

Going underneath the counter, Terrence knelt down between Serione’s leg and had his hands on the emerging baby to try and ease it out. He hollered for someone to help him call Carroll while he paid full attention to Serione and the baby.

“You’re doing great, honey,” Terrence said as he tried to pry Serione’s folds so that it could stretch more to accommodate the emerging head more. “Just keep panting. The baby’s coming out just nicely.”

“Oh god, it burns…!” Serione groaned as he spread his legs a bit wider and bent down a little, his knuckles going white from gripping the counter so hard.

“I know, honey, I know. You’re doing really great. Keep at it.”

At another contraction, Serione panted as hard as he could through it, resisting the urge to push. About 5 minutes later, the blessed relief of the baby’s head popping free came and Serione almost wanted to crumble to his knees if it weren’t for Terrence supporting him.

“That’s very good, honey. Oh, look, our baby’s got so much hair, just like yours.”

Serione smiled through the sweat and tears but his reprieve didn’t last long. The rest of the baby had to be pushed out, and push he did. Little by little, with the aid of gravity and with Terrence’s hands pulling it out gently, the baby was making good progress as the shoulders slowly popped out one after the other.

“You’re doing great, honey!” Terrence said almost excitedly. “You’re almost there! Just one last push!”

Serione waited for the next contraction—taking deep breaths in between—and pushed down that one last time, ending it with a loud groan-like scream as he felt the baby slid out, afterbirth and all, into Terrence’s waiting arms. The rest of Ball Point staff, who had been watching the birth in their own way and had been holding their breaths almost the whole time (as if copying Serione’s breathing pattern), soon broke into cheers and applauds at upon hearing the baby’s cry of its first open air.

“I got it! I got it! It’s…” Terrence paused to check the gender, “it’s an Earth girl! Oh, I’m so proud of you, honey!”

Too bad not all shared their joy as Angela had fainted the moment she saw the afterbirth sliding out along with the baby. But her condition didn’t really matter as Serione could feel the next one coming out.

“Oh fuck…!! The next one’s coming…!!”

“What?” one of the staff exclaimed. “You’re having twins?!”

“Yeah, something like that,” Terrence replied as he grabbed one of the cleaner kitchen towels to wrap their little daughter up, not wanting to risk an infection by using any of the kitchen blades to cut her cord. Everyone knew Serione’s three-way love, but no one really knows about his genetic mutation. They wouldn’t really get it anyway.

“Nnnhh…I don’t want to give birth here anymore…” Serione whimpered. “Someone might see…!”

“You heard him,” Terrence got up, cradling their daughter carefully with the afterbirth and cord still connected to her. “Someone bring him to the staff lounge. And someone help me disinfect a pair of scissors. I need to cut my baby’s cord.”

The rest of the staff soon got to work as two of them went up to Serione, slinging an arm over their shoulders each and guided him to the staff lounge, while one went off to grab a pair of scissors from the first aid med kit and disinfect it with the alcohol. Another heard a frantic knock on the back entrance of the restaurant and answered it to see Carroll, who had got their call, standing there panting breathlessly.

“Where is he? Where’s Seri?” Carroll asked worriedly, trying to catch his breath.

“He and Terry are at the staff lounge,” the staff said as she led him to the said destination.

“What happened to her?” Carroll noticed one of the kitchen staff dragging Angela to a nearby four-seater at the dining area.

“Weak constitution,” the staff grinned, then opened the staff lounge door where Serione was sitting on the couch with his legs spread at the edge of the seat and Terrence kneeling before him coaching his birth. “Here’s Carr!”

“Carr~!” Serione whimpered as he reached for Carroll, in which the latter went by his side in a flash.

“One of the babies is born,” Terrence announced happily. “It’s an Earth girl.”

“Awesome!” Carroll said as he took Serione’s hand and rubbed his back. “Great job, Seri. Any idea which of us she belongs to?”

“Dunno yet,” Terrence shrugged. “She with Tommy right now, having her cord cut. OK, Seri, you’re doing really good. The baby’s head is crowning. You know the drill.”

Serione whimpered as he started panting through the next few contractions. Carroll watched in fascination and awe at the baby’s head slowly emerging out of his wife’s womb bit by bit at every pant Serione made. He helped massage his back to give Serione some relief and some extra help for the baby to come out. At the final stretch of the last contraction, Serione couldn’t help pushing that little bit and the baby’s head finally popped out fully.

“Very good, honey, very good,” Terrence praised Serione as he cradled the baby’s head in his hands. “You’re doing so well, honey. Give it all you got and it’ll be all over soon.”

“I’m right here, sweetie,” Carroll encouraged as he gave a reassuring squeeze on Serione’s hand and a kiss on his sweaty forehead. “We’re both here for you. You can do it.”

Serione nodded and for the next half an hour, he pushed along with each incoming contraction. One of the staff poked his head in and said he had called the ambulance and they would be on their way soon. Serione couldn’t be bothered even if the army got here; his mind was fully focused on getting the baby out.

“Oh god, I hate you guys…!! You did this to me, both of you…!!” Serione whined as he gave in to another push, which finally freed one shoulder.

“We know, honey, we know,” Terrence chuckled humorously, knowing that it was just the pain talking. “We’re really sorry.”

“You’re not knocking me up again! I will castrate the both of you when this shit is over~!!”

“Whatever you say, sweetie,” Carroll replied, playing along with Terrence as he massaged Serione’s back some more.

“I’m being fucking serious!!”

“OK, OK, you’re almost there, honey,” Terrence tried to calm him down as he helped to pry the other shoulder out. “Just one more push.”

“I can’t do it~! I can’t do it anymore~! Make it stop~!”

“Just one more push, sweetie,” Carroll encouraged as he wiped the sweat off Serione’s eye. “We promise. One more push and you’re done.”

Serione whimpered and finally gave in to his body’s urges as he pushed down again for that one last time, letting out another groan-like scream louder than before, and felt the blessed relief of the baby finally sliding out of him along with the afterbirth, just like its sister did.

“What is it?” Carroll asked as he smiled ecstatically at the baby’s first cries. Terrence checked and beamed up at them.

“It’s an Earth boy. Thank you so much, Seri. You did really good.”

“Thank you, thank you so much,” Carroll whispered as he kissed Serione’s forehead and cheeks over and over again. “Great work you did there. Good job.”

“I wanna see…I wanna see our babies…” Serione whined as he held his shaky arms outstretched for them.

“Hang on, lemme go get the sister and cut his cord,” Terrence said as he disappeared for a moment before returning with two bundles in his arms. “Here you go. Our little prince and princess.”

As Carroll carefully lay the exhausted Serione down, Terrence gently placed the two bundles in Serione’s waiting arms. They both had Serione’s ginger hair, but as they fluttered their eyes open a little, they could see that the girl inherited Carroll’s green eyes while the boy inherited Terrence’s silver grey.

“Hah! Mine is the firstborn!” Carroll exclaimed triumphantly. “Pay up, bub!”

“Hey! I did the work catching the baby!” Terrence scowled. “That should count as payment!”

“Nope! We agreed it will be cash and cash only. You owe me $200!”

“What the…” Serione frowned at the bickering two. “Did you two just make a bet at which baby would be born first?”

“Err…Umm, yeah, kinda,” Carroll replied awkwardly, his triumph made him temporarily forget Serione was there, earning a facepalm from Terrence.

“That’s fucking it! You two are NEVER knocking me up again, EVER! No sex for either of you! And I get to name the babies!”

“Wait, what? No!” Terrence protested. “You can’t do that!”

“Yes, I can! I fucking pushed them out, if you guys haven’t friggin’ noticed!”

“Alright, alright, we’re sorry,” Carroll apologized, being the first one to beg as he was not one to give up on sex. “The bet’s off. We won’t do it ever again. Please, don’t be mad at us, please?”

“You’re lucky I’m totally trashed right now,” Serione, after a long pause, sighed in defeat. He hated it when Carroll begged. Compared to Terrence, Carroll could really make him feel bad. “But I still get to name the babies.”

“Anything you say, honey,” Terrence smiled as he kissed Serione’s lips tenderly. “Do we at least get to give them middle names?”

Serione wanted to say no, but then he would never hear the end of it. And he was too tired to argue anyway.


Soon the ambulance came and, together with Terrence and Carroll tagging along, Serione was brought to the hospital to get him and the babies Serena Anne and Jaden Emmett a clean bill of health.

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Mensha whimpered as he walked about the cave, trying to breathe through the contraction as they came. It had been almost an hour since his labour started, and while his water has yet to be broken, the contractions were already beginning to progress rather quickly, from every 8 minutes to every 6 minutes to every 4 minutes in almost no time.

This was not normal. Labour progression shouldn't be that quick. Contractions shouldn’t move on that quickly in just one hour.

But then again, it wasn’t a normal pregnancy he was having.

Mensha could barely remember how he got here in the first place as he sat himself into a deep squat to try and encourage his body to break his water. He was on a college camping trip with his buddies and his mentor before this all happened. They had their usual fun: fishing, hiking, trekking, discovering new plants and animals, sharing campfire stories, the works. The whole week was all fun and games, and nothing could top that.

On the last day of their trip, they decided to go for a bit of mushroom-hunting before they leave to civilization. Mensha decided to be a hero and separated from the group to get more mushrooms—which was a big no-no during camping—and before he knew it, he was absolutely lost in the woods. No amount of retracing his steps was able to get him back to his group as it only led him deeper and deeper into the unknown nature.

Just when he thought he couldn’t get any more lost than he already was, he somehow found himself stepping out the edge of a cliff and would’ve fallen to his death if it weren’t for his savior Drachma. Though unfortunately, instead of bringing him back to civilization, Drachma had taken him as his mate and had kept him prisoner in his cave.

From what he could understand from how Drachma looked and behaved, it seemed that he was some kind of a lupine humanoid possibly created by an experiment gone wrong. His body physique was of an Earthling, and he wore only a pair of tattered and torn jeans, which was probably the last closest thing of his humanity, and he could only say one word at a time. Drachma was probably not even his real name because technically Mensha gave him that name because there was a tag on his ear that read “Drachma Industries”, which further confirms his suspicion of Drachma being a science experiment.

The moment he was in his captivity, Drachma didn’t waste time to get down and dirty. Mensha wasn’t a virgin, since he lost it to his ex-boyfriend a couple of years ago, but it still hurt as Drachma’s size—he had to admit—was pretty impressive and wasn’t easy to fit it all in at first sex. They went at it for the whole night that fateful day, and since then he belonged to Drachma, whether he wanted to or not.

It wasn’t like he never tried to escape. He would attempt it every chance he got and every time he did that, Drachma’s sensitive nose and amazing lupine tracking skills would catch up with him. The furthest he had ever went was towards the waterfall a few hundred miles away from the cave before Drachma got him back, and every time he brought him back home, punishment would await him in the form of all-nighter rough sex.

When he was pregnant, Drachma’s attitude changed dramatically. He was almost like a domesticated dog around him, grooming and fawning about him like he was the most precious thing in the world to him. It was an absolute 360 degree change that he didn’t know what to do with it.

Before, he would just dump whatever food he could find for him and let him do whatever he wanted with it (which Mensha put his camping skills to work cleaning and cooking it by himself), but now he would actually make the effort to find something he could actually eat without cooking it. He couldn’t imagine which camp he had to raid or who he had to hurt getting the food, and he didn’t want to anyways.

Before, he would more or less watch him like a hawk whenever he wanted to go to the nearby pond to bathe, but now he personally helped him to wash, cleaning every nook and cranny of his body.

Before, he would just leave him there in the cold at night and snore his head off, but now he would actually cuddle him and try to find some covers to keep him warm during bedtime. Somehow he managed to even snag a sleeping bag for him, probably from some other poor camping sap.

Before, he would just fuck him and be done with it, but now he was actually doing it with tender, loving care, thrusting into him nice and slow as to not hurt the baby inside him and would only go faster and harder when Mensha allowed it. He didn’t think sex with Drachma would be this amazing now that he had control over how he wanted it to go, but as the pregnancy hormones kicked in to his horny phase, he didn’t mind Drachma just fucking his brains out for all he cared, but the latter would only do it if he allowed it.

He had tried to use this opportunity to escape him since he could tell that at his condition, Drachma would do anything for him and would not try anything to harm him or the baby. He waited one night until Drachma was fast asleep before he gathered himself and tried to creep out of the cave as quietly as he could. The thought of finally ridding himself of his captor and getting rid of the abomination within him as soon as he got to civilization filled his mind until he was stopped in his tracks by Drachma’s whine.

When he turned warily to look at Drachma, waiting for the impending pounce and the subsequent punishment, he was met with the saddest eyes he had ever seen. The lupine humanoid didn’t do anything to stop him, but his eyes were filled with such sorrow that it melted Mensha’s heart. He knew then that Drachma actually loved him and he was too far gone into the pregnancy to leave him anyway.

He stayed with Drachma in this cave ever since.

He was now on the said sleeping bag that he had positioned between the wall of the cave and a huge rock, trying to breathe through the next contraction, resisting the urge to push. He had learned from sex-ed classes back then that unless you’re about at least a minute apart, you should not push lest it would drain your strength and strain your womb as it is still getting ready for the birth. Judging by his size, he had a feeling that most likely he was going to have multiples, and the babies he was going to give birth would a hybrid, what with Drachma’s genetic makeup. He just hoped that they wouldn’t come out too deformed; he shuddered to think about how he would react if it came to that.

After another 15 minutes, the overwhelming urge to push was too much for him to hold back. He finally gave in and pushed down as hard as he could, using the wall of cave as his leverage/makeshift stirrups and the rock as his support. Gripping hard on the sleeping bag he was lying on, he pushed along with the contractions, trying not to rest too much in between so that it would not hinder the baby’s progress. In the back of his mind, he worried that his narrow hips might give him some trouble, but it didn’t matter now. The babies wanted out, and they wanted out now whether he liked it or not.

Mensha let out a scream when he felt the fabled ring of fire down his vagina, telling him that the first baby is starting to crown. The more he pushed, the more it hurt, and when he tried to pant through the next contraction to avoid tearing, it just felt even more painful and there was no progress. Was this supposed to hurt this bad? He knew it would hurt, but it shouldn’t hurt that bad, should it?

Mensha sat up a bit more and looked down to his vagina to see what was going on. As he reached down to touch it, he could feel the hair, but not the round shape of a head as he expected. Instead, it was the slight ridges of a backbone surrounded with fur. He swore as the situation dawned to him.

He was having a breech birth, and it was sideways at that.

Despite his heart racing with worry, he tried his best not to panic. The babies counted on him to be born, and Drachma wasn’t around (he was out for a hunt), so he had to keep it together. There was no way he could get to the nearest hospital to deal with this problem, and forget trying to operate on himself to try and get the baby out (even though he did have his pocket knife), so the next best thing was to try and maneuver the baby into a proper position. It was this or die in pain. It was not or never.

Taking a deep breath, he stuck his hand down into his vagina and tried to shift the baby’s position, while his free hand occasionally massaged his belly to help it along. His pussy burned and probably was tearing but he couldn’t stop now. Whenever a contraction came, he tried to push as little as possible while trying to shift the baby at the same time, hoping that it would help. He was littered with cold sweat and his sleeping bag was soaked almost through with his blood and sweat, but that was not important. His main concern right now is to deliver this baby safely.

After about an inhuman couple of hours, he miraculously was able to shift the baby and finally feel its round, hairy head. He sighed in relief and finally started pushing down as hard as he could at each incoming contractions. He didn’t care that he was sweating like a pig and crying and sobbing in a total mess and screaming like he was being gutted alive; the feeling of the baby finally inching out of him was compensation and encouragement enough to keep him going.

“Please, please, please…Please get out…!!” Mensha begged as he pushed down again. Pulling his feet off the wall and down on the ground as he sat up more, he reached down to cradle the baby’s head that was fully out in his hands. Smiling weakly as he could feel its facial features, he bore down as hard as he could to try and free the shoulders out. His vagina stretched to its widest as the hard, angular shoulder popped out both at the same time, paralyzing Mensha for a second with excruciating pain, his eyes and mouth wide open, unable to make a sound.

Before he knew it, his body gave in to another contraction and pushed the rest of the baby out pretty quickly, and at the same time, a gush of reddish fluid poured out from inside him, indicating that his water had finally broken. Groaning, he fell back with his firstborn in his arms and gasped for breath, earning his much deserved reprieve before his next one.

Through his slightly blurred vision from his tears and sweat, he could make out the features of his tiny squalling baby. It was probably about 9 pounds, judging by the weight and the size in his arms, and it had floppy ears and dark brown fur down its back. It had a thick mop of dark brown on its head and it had his eyes, and when Mensha checked its nether regions, it was revealed to be an Earth boy.

“Hey there, baby,” Mensha whispered as he cuddled and kissed him. “You really put us both through a wringer there, but welcome to the world.”

Reaching weakly for his duffel bag—the only possession he had with him when he was first lost in the woods—he took out his pocket knife and his towel. He cut the cord while pushing the afterbirth out, then wrapped his towel around the baby before laying him next to the duffel bag.

“Time to get your sibling out,” Mensha panted as he waited for the next contraction to come before pushing down with all his might.

After 20 minutes of pushing, the next head came crowning. He had tried to diddle himself like the people in the articles he read about pleasure birthing to try to get his mind off his fatigue and pain. It worked, but only just. He decided to switch positions and went on all fours, rocking his hips to and fro as he carried on pushing with the contractions. Another gush of water came pouring out of him, soaking his thighs and the sleeping bag below him as the shoulders started to make their way out. Did they have their own sac of amniotic fluid for each baby or something? He wouldn’t know; his babies were not normal to begin with, it’s a given that they may differ from normal babies.

Another few rubs of his clit and a couple more pushes later, the baby finally slid out into his waiting arms. It was an Earth girl, and she had his dirty blonde hair and fur on her back, with the same floppy ears and eyes as Drachma’s. As soon as the baby came out, another head started crowning, and Mensha couldn’t hold back his groans.

“Oh god…How many are there in me…?!” Mensha whimpered as he pushed down, sliding the baby girl’s afterbirth out of him while at the same time inching the new head out more. Shakily, he cut the baby girl’s cord and wrapped her together with her brother in the same towel before continuing with the pushing. At the corner of his eye, he could see Drachma coming home, dragged a huge stag that he had caught from his hunt. Looks like it was Drachma’s lucky day today.

“D…Drachma…Drachma…H-Help me…”

Drachma’s ears perked up at Mensha’s whimpers. He turned to see him at his spot in the cave and caught a whiff of his two newborns and quickly made a mad dash towards him, whining and nosing his cheeks worriedly.

“Baby…?” Drachma asked in his usual one-word way.

“Yes…” Mensha nodded as he pushed down along another contraction. “It hurts…It hurts…!!”


“Yes, pain. It hurts…I…I can’t do it anymore…”

Drachma nosed his cheeks and neck again, his way of trying to encourage him.

“No…No, I can’t…”

“Can,” Drachma insisted as he licked his salty cheeks and brow. “Can.”

Mensha whimpered, shaking his head.

“Love. Love.”

Mensha gasped a little at his word. Did he just say (in his own way) that he loved him? Did he really? And did he himself…? His thoughts were interrupted with another contraction and he finally gave in to the pushing, grabbing onto Drachma for support as he screamed out, pushing the head free from him womb. He didn’t care if he was tearing any further or not, and he didn’t bother to want to pant through the crowning process anymore. He just wanted the baby out, and right now.

Once he managed to get the shoulders out, his water broke again, and Drachma, as if in instinct, leaned down to lick it off his thighs. When he started lapping around his vagina folds, Mensha couldn’t help letting out a moan. It felt so much better than trying to diddle himself, and it was doing a better job keeping his mind off the pain.

“Nnhh…Don’t stop…Keep doing that while I push, please…”

Drachma didn’t show any intention to stop anyway, as if the amniotic fluid was like a drug to him. Facing Drachma with his legs spread and feet on his shoulders for support, he pushed that one final time and freed the baby from his womb.

“Ohh, yesss…!! Mmmhh…Finally…”

Pushing the afterbirth out, he watched as Drachma’s paternal instincts took over and licked the newborn clean. It was a Neo-boy, with a mix of their hair colour (Drachma’s being more dominant) and Mensha’s eyes. As Drachma moved on to lick the other newborns in the towel clean, Mensha groaned as another contraction, though not as bad as before, and the feeling of something descending down his canal returned.

“Oh god, not another one…How many are there in me…?”

Drachma heard his distress and diverted his attention to him once more. Putting the third newborn to join his siblings on the towel, he returned to Mensha and resumed his position just now, looking at him with questioning eyes as if he wanted to be licked again like just now.

“Yes, please…Do it…I’m gonna push now…”

Soon, the process repeated itself again: Drachma licking the blood and womb juice that leaked out and Mensha pushing along with the contractions. 15 minutes into pushing, his water broke again and Drachma was quick to lap them up clean.

“Oh god, please, let this be the last one, please…” Mensha whimpered as the head began to crown. “Ooh, yes, right there, keep going…”

With less painful contractions wracking through his body and lesser mass within him, he could feel the licks even more and it was starting to feel even more pleasurable than it should, especially when his pussy was more sensitive than ever after pushing three babies out. Clawing at the sleeping bag to anchor himself, he instinctively met his hips with Drachma’s tongue to feel more of its sensation against his clit.

“Yes, yes, right there, yes, lick harder, please…”

Drachma obeyed every command, licking off the blood and fluids off him, while at the same time indirectly lubing Mensha up for the head to slide out better. As he had hoped, the head popped out very quickly due to the lube as well as its 3 siblings paving the way. The pit of his stomach began to tighten as he could feel an incoming orgasm within him as he whined for more of Drachma’s tongue.

“M…More…More, please, we’re almost there…”

Mensha pushed again at every incoming contraction, and along with the licking, caused the pit of his stomach to tighten more.

“Yes, yes, yes, I’m gonna come…I’m gonna come…!!”

Drachma licked even harder, literally pressing his tongue hard against his clit.

“Yes, yes, yes, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m COMING~!!!”

Mensha almost bowed in half as he came, his pussy squeezing around the baby until he freed both its shoulders out at once, just like he did with his firstborn, but he was in too much pleasure to feel the pain as another one started rolling in.

“Yes, yes, oh god, here I go again~!! Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuucccckkk~!!!”

Another orgasm came rolling in, pushing out the baby more, his hips rolled and gyrated at the shockwaves of his climax again and again. Drachma was not quite done yet with him. He wanted to taste more of his mate’s love juice and licked his hardest.

“Oh god, no, you’re making me come aaagggaaaaaaaiiiiiinnnnnnn~~~!!!!!!”

That one last orgasm forced the last bit of the baby out, afterbirth and all, and into Drachma’s arms. It was a Neo-girl, with also a mix of their hair colour (Mensha’s one being more dominant this time) and Drachma’s eyes. As he panted hard in relief, he realized that he had a pair of each: Two Neo-babies and two Earth babies. They were all about roughly 9 pounds each, and they were all very beautiful.

“Crap…Can’t believe I pushed all these babies out and haven’t died yet,” Mensha said as he stared at his four babies in wonder. “I need to properly clean them, Drachma. Can you bring us to the pond?”

Drachma nodded and waited for Mensha to carry all four babies in his arms before carrying them all to the pond. He helped to wash Mensha while Mensha cleaned all the babies off the blood and goo, wrapped them all up in another fresh towel he brought along with him. By sundown, Mensha was all tucked in the nest that Drachma made for him a few weeks prior to the birth and the babies taking turns suckling his milk.

“Cute,” Drachma breathed as he nuzzled Mensha, watching him in amazement at the feeding.

“Yeah, Number 1 and Number 3 looks exactly like you,” Mensha smiled.


“No, thank you. Without you, I wouldn’t be able to give birth to all four of them. I would’ve just curled up there and died.”

“Name?” Drachma nosed the babies that have done feeding and curled up against Mensha’s very deflated middle.

“Hmm…” Mensha considered, then pointed at them one by one, “This one I’ll name him Logan (the firstborn), this one I’ll name her Loran (the second-born), this one Mishka (the third-born) and finally this one Marushka (the last-born).”

Drachma nodded in agreement at all the names he suggested. His limited vocabulary wouldn’t allow him to think of names even if he wanted to anyway.

“I…I love you, Drachma…” Mensha finally gave in to his feelings, blushing as he realized he had admitted what he had been feeling all along since that fateful night he saw Drachma’s sad eyes.

“Love…” Drachma smiled as he leaned in to give him a kiss, a real kiss that normal people give to their soul mates, and Mensha eased into it, savouring the emotion that came with that kiss.

The public never found Mensha, and he was officially written off as dead. Mensha knew deep down inside that the world had forgotten him since it had been so long since he first got lost and has yet to receive any help, but even so, he didn’t really mind. Even if he was found, who knows what the “civilized world” would do to him and his babies, and who knows what the people from this illusive “Drachma Industries” would do to his beloved mate either.

He had Drachma and his babies, and that was enough for now.

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Luka sighed as he stared at the violin he found when he was doing a bit of spring cleaning in the storeroom. He never thought he would see it again after so many months. Rubbing his swollen belly absentmindedly, he picked it up and brought it to the living room to stare at it some more.

Memories came flowing back into him as he lay back against the couch, his eyes fixated on the violin. He used to be the apple of his parents’ eyes, even more so with his musical talent. He wasn’t the most handsome guy amongst his peers, but he fared well with his share of admirers. He represented his school on plenty of musical tourneys, and would want nothing more than to impress his family and friends with his violin during family gatherings, more so at charity events. He was magic behind the violin and life was peaceful but fulfilling.

Until he met Illumai.

Illumai was everything he wasn’t: crass, vulgar, violent, direct, straight to the point without beating about the bush, honest and raw. He spoke his mind, gave no fucks and did anything he liked without really caring about the consequences until someone actually points it out blatantly to him. He was the son of the dean of the college they both went to, but he was not the kind that would use his status to commit crimes and/or offences. He was above bullying and would beat the pulp out of anyone who were. Do whatever you like, as long as it doesn’t get anyone killed, that was his motto. And despite himself, Luka was drawn to the powerful charisma of Illumai and was heads over heels for him.

It started off mildly at first, since Luka knew Illumai liked his freedom and had a sort of groupie behind his wake. Then it was a sort of love-hate, cat-and-mouse game of love between them two that soon evolved into a passion so strong, even Venus would blush at it. Luka was absolutely swept away by Illumai’s originality, and that was before they even started having sex. Illumai’s prowess and libido was not to be trifled with and Luka’s mind never ceased to get blown away every time they gave in to their carnal urges.

Illumai was not big on condoms and Luka didn’t believe in birth control pills, so it was a no-brainer that Luka was knocked up rather quickly into the relationship. He came clean with Illumai first, but the latter, being the free spirit, was not about to be bogged down by parental responsibilities and basically told him that he was on his own. He agreed to give monetary support but he made it clear that he did not want to have anything to do with him or the baby.

Luka’s life soon turned upside-down when he final saw who everyone really was when he let the cat out of the bag. Friends tried to put up a front and gave their so-called support, but were criticizing him and threw insults at him behind his back. Family called him an outright whore and blamed him for shattering their perfect image of him. His parents were upset and embarrassed that they no longer have their talented golden child they could parade around like they used to. It got so bad that they wanted Luka to abort the child, but Luka was above killing children, so it led to his parents disowning him and kicked him out of the house, the violin being the only thing he was allowed to bring along besides his clothes.

Being cut off by his family, he had no choice but to quit college and enter the workforce despite his pregnant state. His home was now a dingy rent-controlled apartment and he waited tables during the day and played violin in coffee pubs during the night until he started showing, then moved on to work as a shop assistant in a record store. He hadn’t been playing the violin since then, and had more or less forgotten about it as his due date was drawing near, and while Illumai was good to his word and provided the monthly funds through mail, Luka never saw him again. Not even a single hair of him was present.

Picking up the violin and bow and settling into a playing position, he took a deep breath and started playing his trademark solo he always played during recitals and family gatherings, and it took him back to the times when his life was a lot less fucked up than this; when his parents loved him, his friends admired him, his family adored him, and Illumai loved him…

Luka started when he thought about Illumai. Loved him? How could he have loved him when he left him there to fend for himself and his unborn child? How could he have loved him if he broke every single promise he made to him, well, except the monetary support part. Sure, the sex was incredible and the moments together on and off the bed was sweet, but that was it. He was not there when he broke the news to him. He was not there when all his friends abandoned him. He was not there when his family left him for dead. He didn’t love him. He didn’t…


Luka looked up to hear Illumai’s voice outside his apartment door. A gentle rap later and another holler and Luka was finally convinced that he wasn’t dreaming.


“Yeah, it’s me,” Illumai’s voice sounded awkward at best.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Luka came to the door, but didn’t open it.

“I…uh…I’m bringing this month’s fund, and, uh…I heard you playing the violin and…I couldn’t resist…”

“Couldn’t resist on what? Coming in and rubbing it in and tell me what a sorry piece of shit I am?”

“Hey, let’s not go there, alright? Just…Just lemme in and…well, let’s talk and catch up.”

“Fuck you. Fuck you and your catching up,” Luka growled as he slammed his fist against the door in an attempt to intimidate him into leaving his property—whatever little there may be. “Just leave the money and go—Nngh…!!”

Luka doubled over as he clutched his belly. He had been feeling a little uncomfortable since this morning—hence asking for a day leave and spring cleaning to keep himself busy—but it was getting a little too much to handle even after he played the violin to keep his mind off things. The sight of a huge puddle below his feet met his eyes as he opened them and the realization dawned to him that he was in labour.

“Oh my frickin’ god, what’s with the water?!” Illumai was still outside, evidently shocked by the amniotic fluid that seeped through the gap of the front door. “Are you OK? Did you pee yourself?”

“Get out! Get outta here! It’s none of your busi—Aah…!!”

“Alright, that’s it! You don’t sound too good. I’m coming in! Heads up now!”

“N…No! G-Go away…!!”

Too late for that, as Illumai’s foot soon got in contact with the door with a roundhouse kick and it was soon open without much effort. Thankfully Luka was out of the way when the door surrendered to Illumai’s might. He was by Luka’s side in a flash, but Luka wasn’t having him.

“No! Get the fuck away! Leave me alone! You’re good at that!” Luka screamed that last phrase as another contraction wracked through him.

“No, Luka. You need me, I can tell from your tone,” Illumai said as he helped him on his feet. “So old-school birth or water birth?”

“None of your fucking business! I hate you!! Get the fuck outta here!!”

“Water birth it is,” Illumai ignored Luka’s outburst and half-dragged him towards the bathroom. Luka groaned; impulsive and self-centered as usual, but right now he was too much in pain to care.

Once they were in the bathroom, Illumai helped Luka take off his pants and filled the tub with lukewarm water before helping him into the water. The warmth and buoyancy of the water eased the pain a little, but the pressure was still a little unbearable for the older boy.

“Easy, Luka. Breathe in and out,” Illumai coached and earned a venomous glare from Luka.

“Shut the fuck up! What do you know about labour?!”

“I may be younger than you, but that doesn’t mean I’m less educated than you,” Illumai said as he prepared the towels and disinfected the scissors with the alcohol from the med kit. “I do read up on this stuff, you know.”

“Oh, that makes me feel so much better,” Luka rolled his eyes, then cringed again as the next contraction hit. “Oh fuck…Fuck…It burns…!! It burns…!!”

“Sounds like the baby’s crowning,” Illumai said as he settled the things down. “Shouldn’t you be pushing right now…”

“Get out! Get the fuck out!” Luka shouted as he pushed Illumai away, making him fall on his ass.

“Come on, don’t be that way, lemme help.”

“No! You did this to me, but you never cared about me!! You fucked me, but you never gave a fuck about me! I hate you!!”

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry, I really am! But now is not the time, we need to…”

“No! You need to get the fuck out!! I can do this on my own!!”


“Get out!! GET OUT!!!”

Illumai bit his lip, wanting to argue, but seeing that Luka was already starting to push on his own, he slowly got up and walked off quietly, shutting the door behind him. Luka was all on his own in the bathroom now, half-naked from the waist down and trying to push out a watermelon through his vagina.

Following his instinct, he pulled his legs up as close to himself as possible, spreading them as much as the tub space allowed and pushed down hard at a contraction. A few times he could feel the head coming down and out, but it seemed to keep shrinking back inside him. Half an hour later, he was getting frustrated and tired because he was making very little progress, and the head was nowhere near coming out as much as he would’ve want it.

The gravity of the situation soon crashed down on him and drove him to tears. Burying his face in his hands, he sobbed in agony. He couldn’t do this alone. He needed help. And he had just chased that help away.

“Illumai…Illumai, don’t go…Please…Please come back…”

A hand rested on his sweaty brow to wipe them away. Luka looked up with his red, sodden eyes to see Illumai smiling gently down at him.

“Do you think I would actually leave? You know me better than that.”

“I’m sorry…I’m really sorry I yelled at you…Please…Please don’t leave me…” Luka whined and sobbed in pain as he reached up to hug Illumai, desperate for him to stay and not wanting to let him go.

“No, no, I’m the one who should be sorry,” Illumai said as he kissed Luka’s cheek over and over again, trying to chase those tears away. “I’m sorry for leaving you. I’m sorry for not supporting you. I know money was not enough to cover it, but I’m here now. I’ll never leave you. Please believe me.”

Luka whimpered and nodded, then groaned as another contraction hit. He tried to push along with it, but as Illumai could see, he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Come on, babe,” Illumai said as he helped Luka to go on his knees. “Maybe if you give birth on your knees, and with gravity’s help, we might get this little bugger out, eh?”

“D…Don’t call it a ‘bugger’, it’s your baby too…!” Luka groaned as he was moved, and once he was on his knees and he put his hands to support himself on the side of the tub, he could start feeling the baby’s head really descending. “Oh, yes, yes, it’s coming…Oh fucking god, it’s coming…!!”

“There ya go. Come on, push whenever you feel it! I got your back!”

With Illumai’s encouragement and his hands alternating between massaging Luka’s back and round belly, Luka pushed with the contractions and could feel himself stretch to its widest as the size of the head literally abused his vagina folds, and he could’ve sworn he felt a sharp pain between his legs, like he might’ve tore down there.

“Oh shit…Oh shit…!! It’s…It’s huge…!! It’s huge!! It’s tearing me apart~!!” Luka could barely contain his scream as he gave in to another push, making the burning feeling worse.

“Just pant through the next contraction, babe,” Illumai coached as he entered the tub, taking off his own pants—revealing his red with black hearts boxers—before he did. He maneuvered Luka gently until he was facing the foot of the tub and had his hands on the baby’s head. “I read that you need to pant through the process when the head is halfway out, or else you will tear.”

“Well, too late for that, I…Unngghh…!!” Luka felt the next contraction coming and gripped hard on the foot of the tub, panting to the point of almost hyperventilating as he tried to resist the urge to push. He did that for the next few contraction—sneaking in a tiny push or so when he couldn’t hold back—until the head finally made its exist out of his womb.

“Holy frag, it’s huge!” Illumai exclaimed as he cradled the baby’s head in his hands. “We got a really huge baby here. It might be more than 9 pounds in there, judging by the head!”

“Ooh fuck, of all things, it had to inherit your size…!! Aagghh~!! I want to…I need to push~!!”

“The head’s fully out now, babe. You can push as much as you can.”

Relieved that he was given permission to do what his body nature dictated it, he gave in to the pushing almost as soon as the contractions came in. Again, there were quite a bit of resistance, but with Illumai’s one hand still holding the baby’s head and the other hand massaging Luka’s back, the baby was slowly but surely making progress.

“You’re doing really good, babe,” Illumai said in an encouraging tone. “One of the shoulders is coming out. Keep it coming.”

“Shit, shit, shit~!!” Luka cried both in pain and frustration. “I can feel it, I can feel it~! It’s huge~! Aagh~!! Get it out, get it the fuck out~!!”

“Take it easy, babe. Take it easy. Just push slowly. Don’t force it. We don’t want you to push too much blood than you should.”

“Easy for you to say…nnghh…You’re not the one pushing a fucking boulder out of your pussy~!”

“I know, I know it hurts, but you’re stronger than that, aye, babe?” Illumai chuckled quietly, knowing that it’s just the pain talking.

“I can’t do it…I can’t do it anymore…”

“I know you can do it. You’re almost there. Just push the other shoulder out and everything will just pop out smoothly.”

Taking a few deep breaths, Luka continued to push at each contraction, whimpering occasionally as he could feel the baby descending more, the shoulder shifting out of him and the other one just slowly sliding out. He gasped as the baby stretched him to an impossible limit with that freed shoulder and he choked in his own screams at that pain, as if the sounds were stuck in his throat, unable to come out.

“The shoulders are out, babe. Just give it one more push! Come on!”

Luka tried, but wasn’t hard enough to free the baby.

“Come on, just that one more push! You need to go harder!”

“I’m…trying…!! Nnnngrrrrhhhh~!!!”

“Harder, babe, harder!”

“It’s stuck! I can’t get it out!!”

“Yes, you can! Just do it harder!”


“Harder! Do it!”

Luka screamed out when, out of the blue, Illumai reached his hand over to suddenly tweak his clit, which was somehow a rock hard nub despite the pain of pushing. Without warning, that unexpected stimulation caused him to orgasm violently, and with that, the baby slid out almost immediately and fell into Illumai’s waiting arms.

“Holy frag! It’s huge! It’s an Earth boy!”

Luka’s head was spinning as he collapsed into the tub, twitching and jerking as his body tried to ride out the orgasm. He wasn’t sure if he had already been feeling that sort of impending climax throughout the birth, but once it was released, it gave him a huge sense of relief and pleasure he had never felt before. It made him almost wish that giving birth wasn’t so bad after all, but only almost.

“Is…Is he OK…? Nothing wrong with him…?”

“All ten fingers and ten toes accounted for, babe,” Illumai said as he cleaned their son up with fresh warm water from the sink that he plugged and filled up. “And he is abso-fucking-lutely huge. I think he’s about at least 11 pounds.”

“You…owe me big time for putting me through this…” Luka pouted as he winced a little, his body made him push out the afterbirth.

“Of course,” Illumai replied with a determined smile as he wrapped their son in the towels he prepared and handed him to Luka, draining the tube while slowly washing off all the caked blood-stained water off the older man and helping him to the bedroom. “I’m here now. And I swear to God, I will not leave you ever again.”

“Don’t swear to God,” Luka sighed tiredly as he cooed at their newborn son. “Swear to me and our little boy.”

“I swear, on you, myself and our son’s life.”

“What shall we name him?”

“I dunno, really,” Illumai admitted sheepishly. “You were the one doing most of the work. It’s only fair that you name him.”

Luka thought for a while before replying, “Renai. It’s Japanese for passion. He was created from our moments of passion. I think he should be named that.”

“Renai,” Illumai nodded at how the name rolled off the tongue pretty well. “Great name. Hey there, Renai. Daddy’s here, and Daddy promise Mommy that I will make it up to both of you for the rest of my life.”

“Why don’t you get started by calling a doctor or a midwife?” Luka chuckled as he unbuttoned the jammies the younger man helped put on for him to give Renai his first meal.

“Of course. Anything else?”

“Make an honest man out of me and ask me to be your wife.”

Illumai could only laugh good-naturedly as he nodded in agreement.

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Donella chuckled quietly to herself as she watched her twin brother Donessa humming happily while arranging stuff in the nursery room. She offered to help carry the heavier stuff or move the bulkier furniture, but other than that, Donessa seemed determined to do things himself rather than have her helping him.

Donella, who was 3 minutes older, and Donessa were a once-in-a-blue-moon kind of twins where not only they were identical, they were also of different race: Donella an Earthian and Donessa a Neo. When they were younger, if Donella and Donessa both donned a Earthian boy’s or a Neo-girl’s attire or vice versa, no one could really tell them apart as they have both the same curly red hair and striking silver-blue eyes. The only way to tell them apart is if they looked closer and see Donessa’s tiny star-shaped birthmark just right behind his right earlobe, and that is if you have to brush the bangs away from his ear.

The twins were as thick as thieves, and enjoyed doing things together, but once they both hit puberty, they realized that it was time to behave as individuals. Donella was more of a city girl and slightly more outgoing and adventurous, so she moved out once she got into college. Donessa was slightly more reserved and prefer the peaceful life of the country, so after their parents died in an accident when they were in their 20’s, Donessa inherited the family farm and settled well with ranch life.

Though it didn’t stop them from visiting once a month and go on their silly young doppleganger get-up adventures.

It was one of those adventures that got them introduced to Earthian boy Raven and Neo-girl Maddie. The twins loved cosplaying the most, and that has yet to change even when they started living their own lives. There was a cosplaying event one day at the city where Donella lived and Donessa would not miss a chance to dress up like they used to when they were kids. Dressed as French maids, they attended the cosplay and met Raven and Maddie who were cosplaying as the main characters of Black Butler. Raven and Maddie were cousins, Raven being the elder of the two, and surprisingly, they were the first and only ones who were able to tell the twins apart despite their mirror image get-up.

Needless to say, the twins and the cousins struck a rather odd relationship: Donella being what you’d call a tsundere after being annoyed and flushed at how easy it was for the cousins to tell them apart, and Donessa being just plain admirable and awed at their ability. They’ve tried many occasions to dress up to try and fool the cousins again, but the cousins would always find something that gave them away. Both twins slowly developed feelings for the cousins—Donessa felt it faster than Donella, since the older twin refused to admit it—and it was almost two years before they finally tied the knot.

Raven, unlike his cousin Maddie who was a bit aloof and brooding, was a nice and happy-go-lucky man who didn’t mind moving into the country to help with the family farm as he was a writer and worked at home anyway. Married life was swell between them, and despite the occasional disputes and small fights between them, they were inseparable, and it wasn’t long (about a year or so) before Donessa announced to his sister on the phone that they will have to put dress up on hold because he was pregnant.

Donella, on the other hand, had a bit of a rocky married life with Maddie, mainly because Donella wasn’t ready to have children. The thought of settling and bogged down with the responsibility of parenthood, not to mention carrying a child inside her for 9 months straight, sent a shiver down her spine. Maddie had tried to convince her that having kids wasn’t so bad, but with her career in mind, it was clear that Donella didn’t want to have anything to do with that subject. She was happy for Donessa when she got his call about him being pregnant (and with twins, in fact), but this unknown fear of this heavy responsibility would not go away, and it was nauseating. She didn’t hate kids; she just didn’t know why she couldn’t stomach the thought of having them.

When she told Maddie about her brother, Maddie thought it was Donella’s way of saying that she was ready to have a child. Without using protection, she made wild, passionate love to Donella and it was after the deed that Maddie realized she had totally misread the situation and received the short end of the stick when Donella blew up at her for coming inside her without protection (she didn’t want to take birth control pills for fear of the fattening side effects). Their rocky relationship got even rockier after that, and to cool off, Donella decided to take a break from work and stay with Donessa until things cleared up while, at the same time, help Donessa as he was progressively close to due date.

“How do you do it?”

“Huh?” Donessa turned to his twin sister who suddenly broke the ice, seemingly looking a little down after thinking about that last fight with Maddie.

“How do you do it?” Donella repeated. “How are you able to accept the decision to have a child so easily? You and Raven are barely even two years into the marriage, and here you are carrying two bundles of joy like nobody’s business. Some people wait for at least 5 years before deciding…”

“Are we sulking about Maddie again?” Donessa sighed good-naturedly, grinning at Donella who pouted back at him.

“I’m serious, Essa,” Donella called him by his nickname. “I’m not saying that your ranch life is any easier than I am, but it’s not easy either for me to juggle parenthood and my career on the line. I don’t get why Maddie can’t understand that I’m not ready, and I don’t get why with such a big ranch to run, you are willing to carry such a heavy burden like this.”

“Do you hate kids that much?” Donessa asked as he sat down in front of Donella.

“No! Of course not! I like kids! Just not…not…”

“Not the responsibility of having one?”

Donella nodded.

“Well, to be honest, I wasn’t really ready either,” Donessa admitted, grinning at Donella’s surprised look. “Yeah, I know, right? Carefree, happy-go-lucky, go-with-the-flow Donessa not ready for anything, huh? But that was how it is. In fact, when I found out I was pregnant, I cried, and they weren’t tears of joy.”

“What do you mean?”

“To tell you the truth, this ranch is failing. We’re barely making money as it is no thanks to our rival farms the Swenson family and the Freight Bros. They both monopolized the market and I’m barely holding it in as it is,” Donessa chuckled sadly. “We might even have to sell the ranch and move to Raven’s home.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about this? I would’ve helped…”

“With the money you’re making at the moment while you’re still climbing the career ladder? No, Ella, I didn’t want to burden you with that. I chose the ranch life, and it didn’t work out for me, and it’s my responsibility. So when I found out I was pregnant, the first thing that crossed my mind was ‘Will I have enough money to feed my baby?’.”

“What about Raven? Isn’t his writing working out?”

“It is, but he’s helping me out most of the time that he’s almost beyond deadline. It’s a miracle his editor gave him more time to finish his work, because his publisher was ready to throw in the towel due to his delays. I felt bad for him to do all this for me when he should be working, and I felt even worse when I got pregnant.”

“Then how did you do it? How did you get through this when you’re not ready?”

“Raven. Raven got me through this. To be honest, we’ll never know when will be the right time to have children. We will never know when we will be ready to have children. We just do. When we get pregnant, that’s our body’s way of telling us we’re ready, is all. Well, that’s what Raven says anyways,” Donessa blushed at that, his face radiating with pregnancy glow. “I couldn’t have worded that better myself. He told me to just let nature take its course and enjoy the pregnancy and run the ranch as usual, and whatever happens to it and whatever fate has in store for us, we’ll weather it out.”

“Well…I guess I could see it that way, but…” Donella saw some sense in her brother’s words, but still felt a little nauseous about the thought, so much that she actually feel like puking and her hand flew to her mouth to hold it in.

“You alright, Ella?”

“Yeah…Been extra nauseous lately. I dunno, parenthood must really scare me since…”

“Wait, when have you started feeling like that?”

“Umm…Dunno, since I came over here, I guess.”

“Have you been late?”

“W…What are you getting at…?” Donella looked a little pale at what her brother was insinuating.

“Oh my god, you could be—Nnghh…!!” Donessa’s words were caught in his throat when his face suddenly bunched up real hard.

“Essa, you OK?” Donella rushed to him, her question forgotten.

“I…I dunno…Been feeling like this for a while, but never this hard…Nnnghh…!!”

Donella looked down to see Donessa starting to wet himself, and it definitely did not look like pee.

“Uumm…I think…I think you’re…”

“Hey, guys, I’m home. I hope I got the ice-cream flavor right, coz Essa really craves it so much these few days…”

“Hey, Raven!! Issat you?!” Donella called out as she helped support Donessa against her shoulder. “Get here quick! I think Essa’s in labour!!”


Raven was up in the nursery in a flash and his fight or flight response kicked in the moment he saw Donessa whimpering and reaching for him.

“R…Raven…It…It hurts…!!”

“I’m right here, baby. I’m right here,” Raven was by his side in a split second.

“Take him to the bedroom. I’ll go call the midwife,” Donella passed Donessa to Raven before she took out her cell phone and called the family midwife to come over. Raven wasted no time in carrying Donessa to the bedroom—working the ranch seemed to have given him extra stamina and strength somehow—and got the basic things ready like warm water and towels.

“Oow~” Donessa whimpered as another contraction—a rather big one—came crashing down on him.

“Remember the lessons, baby,” Raven said as he tried to massage Donessa’s back to give him some relief. “Breathe in, breathe out. Concentrate on that.”

“The midwife will be here in 5 minutes,” Donella said as she came into the room. “You gonna be OK, Essa?”

“I…I’m trying…!!” Donessa whined as he tried to breathe through the contractions, but couldn’t resist pushing down a little.

“Don’t push, baby, you’re not fully dilated yet. You’ll end up straining yourself,” Raven coaxed as he continued massaging his back.

“I…I can’t help it…!! It really hurts…!!”

“Just breathe, Essa, breathe,” Donella took her brother’s hand, doing it as well in order to get him to copy her. After a bit of whimpering protests, Donessa slowly copied his sister, breathing in and out like she did.

As estimated, the midwife came 5 minutes later with her assistant and laid out all the necessary tools she needed to assist the birth. To Donella’s surprise, she was one of those new-age midwives despite being in the countryside that encourages as much pleasure foreplay as possible to ease the labour transition. After checking how far Donessa was dilated, which was still 7cm, she requested Raven to stimulate his wife a little with some nipple play. Donessa felt a little awkward being there and quietly took her leave, but she couldn’t help occasionally peeking in to see Raven cupping and massaging one of her twin brother’s slightly swollen breasts—all ripe and ready for the upcoming breastfeeding—while licking and suckling the other, trying to get him to concentrate more on the pleasure to keep his mind off the contractions.

Before she could stop herself, Donella couldn’t help imagining how it would feel if she were in Donessa’s shoes, experiencing both pain and pleasure at the same time, and that sent a huge blush across her face.

“One more cm to go, boy,” the midwife announced. “Maybe if you could help it along a little with your fingers there, young man.”

Donella peeked in again and saw Raven had his hand on Donessa’s pussy, rubbing and massaging his clit as he continued to kiss and suckle at Donessa’s breasts, occasionally kissing him on the lips. She could’ve sworn she saw Donessa actually climaxing a little there from Raven’s ministration and she had to cross her legs to keep herself from getting wet. She could only imagine how it would feel if it were her in Donessa’s place. She had to admit, it’s been almost forever since she and Maddie had been that intimate.

“Nnggh…I really need to push now…” Donessa’s whine could be heard.

“Wait a moment, just breathe,” the midwife said as she felt him up. “Yup, I can feel the head descending. You’re good to go.”

“Ella…I want Ella…”

Donella was surprised. Donessa wanted her? A moment where he should be sharing with his husband and he wanted her?

“Ella?” Raven’s voice came. “Ella, you still out there? Come here, Essa needs you.”

“Umm…You sure…?” Donella asked, poking her head tentatively through the door.

“Ella…please…” Donessa begged. “I want you with me too…Please…”

“Umm…OK…” Donella replied awkwardly as she re-entered the room to be by her twin brother’s side. Donessa had a towel across his lower half to give him some decency, but his top was still bare from the stimulation foreplay just now, not that anyone really cared now that the baby was on the way.

“Oh God…Oh God…I’m gonna push…” Donessa moaned as another contraction came in, and before the midwife gave him the green light, his chin was already against his chest, pushing down as hard as he could.

“That’s good, that’s very good, boy. Keep it up,” the midwife coached, then looked up at Raven and Donella, “Both of you take one thigh each, hold them up and press them towards Essa as much as you can, and keep him sit up.”

Donella nodded and did so along with Raven as Donessa continued to push along with the contractions. After about 15 minutes, Donessa suddenly let out a whine of pain and the midwife had an expectant smile.

“I can see the baby’s head!” she announced. “It’s crowning beautifully. Alright, take it easy, boy. Go slow on this one, just pant if you can. Don’t want you to tear.”

Donessa nodded and tried to pant through his next contraction as long as possible before he gave in to the pushing as gently as he could until finally the head popped out fully, earning a short yelp of relief from him.

“That’s good. You can continue pushing as normal now, boy,” the midwife said as she patted encouragingly on Donessa’s inner thigh. “You’re doing great.”

“H-How does t-the head l-look…? Is i-it OK…? I-Is it n-normal…?” Donessa whimpered worriedly.

“It’s fine. A full set of hair, baby,” Raven said happily. “Isn’t it right?”

“Yeah…Wow…It’s surreal…” Donella breathed as she watched the baby inched out more when Donessa gave in to another push. She couldn’t understand it. Wasn’t she supposed to be disgusted by all the blood and mass that was coming out of her brother’s chute? Why wasn’t she looking away? Why did she feel so fascinated about this?

“Here, boy, you can feel it if you want,” the midwife said as she took Donessa’s hand to touch the baby’s head, earning a gasp.

“Oh…you’re right…So much hair…Aagghh…! Gotta push, gotta push…!!”

Once the head was out, the rest was slightly easier as Donessa kept on pushing whenever his body demanded him to, with Raven and Donella giving him their support. Within 20 minutes, the baby slid out of him, and a few seconds of suction and clapping of the back, the baby’s cries rang through the room as it took its first breath.

“It’s a Neo-girl!” the midwife announced as she placed the squalling baby onto Donessa’s chest to initiate skin-on-skin contact before helping him to remove the afterbirth.

Donella watched as Donessa cried happy tears as he kissed his newborn daughter over and over again. The baby girl’s head was a little cone-shaped from being put through Donessa’s wringer, but it was still perfect nonetheless. She had a full set of hair as thick and black as Raven’s and she had Donessa’s eyes. Ten fingers and ten toes all accounted for, and when she was trying to root for Donessa’s nipple, Donella’s heart just melted.

It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

Another contraction brought everyone back to reality as the baby’s twin wanted out. While the midwife’s assistant took the baby to give her her first bath, the midwife went back to business, coaching Donessa to push the other twin out.

“I can’t do it! I can’t do it anymore~! I’m so tired~!” Donessa cried amidst his pushing, his body betraying his mind.

“Sorry, boy, a little too late for that. The baby is crowning whether you like it or not.”

“Come on, baby, you can do this,” Raven coaxed. “Our little princess needs to see her brother/sister.”

“Yeah, Essa. I’m right here,” Donella got into it too. “I’ve got you. You’re doing really good.”

“No fair~!” Donessa whimpered. “You’re all ganging up on me~!”

“No, we’re not, baby, we’re not,” Raven took Donessa’s cheek and kissed his sweaty brow, rubbing his slightly smaller, but not yet deflated, belly. “Our other baby wants out. You wanna hold this one too, don’t you?”

Donessa nodded tearfully and finally gave in to the pushing. The baby’s head slid out pretty quickly this time due to the first twin paving the way, and after letting him feel the baby’s head again, the midwife went back to helping him inch the rest of the baby out.

“Alright, you’re almost there. Take a deep breath…”

Donessa did so, sucking in as much air into his lungs as possible.

“OK, now push! Gimme a big one!”

Donessa almost couldn’t wait for the next contraction as he pushed down as hard as he could, but his body knew better. And with that final push, the baby slid out of him almost immediately, shoulders and all.

“It’s an Earth girl! You got two beautiful baby girls of each! Congratulations!”

Raven could not stop kissing Donessa all over and Donella was just as equally happy as her twin brother, especially when she was having nieces of each, just like they were. The afterbirth was soon taken care of and after a lot of cleaning, a nice warm sponge bath and a fresh nightie, Donessa was soon tuckered in with his twin girls.

“You did so good, baby,” Raven nuzzled Donessa and kissed the baby girls’ foreheads. “They’re so beautiful. I love you all so much.”

“They’re really cute, Essa,” Donella said as she admired the babies. “They like us, an Earthian and a Neo sib. Congrats.”

“Thanks. I couldn’t have done it without you guys,” Donessa smiled weakly, holding the babies as they fed on either side of his nipple.

“What do you plan to name them?”

“We had a few choices,” Raven said. “But I think Evangeline and Angelica sounds the best for them, coz they both look really heavenly to me.”

“I second that,” Donessa nodded in agreement. “Though I get to choose their middle names later. God, I’m so tired.”

“You rest, Essa,” Donella said as she helped take the brunette baby who was done feeding while Raven took the other baby, who inherited Donessa’s red hair and Raven’s lavender eyes. “We’ll help you take care of the babies for now.”

“Nnnhh…Shouldn’t you be telling someone about the news?” Donessa asked, giving her a knowing smile, hinting to her about the conversation they had before he went into labour.

Donella blushed at the look before Donessa slowly drifted to sleep. She knew exactly what he meant, and after what she had went through together with her brother just now, she knew she was ready.

Going outdoors after settling the babies in their crib, she dialed her cell and called Maddie for the first time in a long time since she got here.

“Ella?” Maddie’s voice was heard after the fourth ring.

“Hey, Maddie,” Donella smiled at upon hearing her voice. It has been so long. “Essa’s given birth just now. Two girls of each.”

“That’s great. Congrats to him,” a short pause before Maddie tentatively asked, “Will…Will you be coming home soon?”

“Yeah. As soon as I make sure Essa’s sorted out, I’ll go home. And Maddie?”


Donella smiled to herself again as she put her hand on her middle before saying:

“I’m pregnant.”

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