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Hoyt sat at his kitchen table with a stack of papers he'd brought home to work on. At the moment, they were pushed to the side while he puzzled over the brand-new tablet that was barely too small for his hands. It was Jacob's Christmas present, only a few weeks old, but already loaded with so many viruses and junk programs that Hoyt was considering tossing it in the trash and getting another one.

"Kid, what did you do to this thing..." he muttered to himself while uninstalling the fifth Chinese knock off of a Pokemon game.

Hoyt grumbled as his cell phone rumbled at the other side of the table. He caught it before it vibrated off the edge and took the call without looking at the screen.

"Jake,I said I'd tell you when I was done, alright? And if you have a question, just come downstairs."

"...What?" answered Mallory's voice.

"Wai-Oh!" Hoyt sat up straight in his chair, his tail wagging underneath. "Mal! Hi! Sorry, I thought you were...Nevermind. How are you?"

"I'm alright Gettin' by." She sounded tired.

"Yeah, same over here. The holidays were rough. Had to drive the twins all over the state to see family, then New Year's Even happened on top of it. I hate that I had to drop off the map like that."

"No worries, it happens."

"How's Alice? Did she have a good Christmas?"

"Yeah, she's doing good," Mallory said, her voice perking up slightly. "Got her a bunch of little toddler shit, but you can't really tell what she likes yet. She's mostlybeen tearing up wrapping paper since fuckin' January."

"Just accept the fact that she _will_eat some. You can't stop that," Hoyt said. "How's the other one? What's his name again?"Hoyt paused to count out the months on his fingers. If he had the days right, Mallory had just surpassed her due date. He regretted not being able to free up time to congratulate her, but planned on buying a belated Christmas gift for the new baby the next opportunity he had.

"Jack. He's..." Mallory let out a weary sigh into the phone. "He's a fuckin' handful."

"Yeah,they always are at first," Hoyt said, allowing himself a smug chuckle. He remembered how hard it had been to get Jacob to sleep through the night after he and his sister were born.

"He's trying my goddamn patience is what he's doing," Mallory grumbled. "That's why I called. I know it's been a while, but can you free up some time to come over tomorrow?"

"That's Saturday, right?" Hoyt took the phone away from his ear and tapped a finger on the kitchen table while he thought. As long as he wasn't out all day, the twins could fend for themselves for a little while, and he could always call a neighbor to check on them if he had to. Even if it was inconvenient, it seemed wrong not tohelp out the single mother of a newborn. Hoyt didn't expect any sex, not so soon after Jack's birth, but it wasn't like he needed it.

"I can free up some time," Hoyt said, putting the phone back to his ear. "How long you need me?"

"Most of the day. Maybe the night, too. I really need your help with Jack."

"Most of the..." Hoyt huffed and rubbed the back of his neck. "I...I don't know if I..." He cast a glance down at the stack of papers in the center of the table. Could they wait until Sunday?

"I wouldn't be asking if I didn't really need you,"Mallory said. She sounded almost desperate. Hoyt understood, probably better than even Mallory realized. He'd dealtwith his share of hardship taking care of the twins on his own. Even if she was older, Alice was still a toddler. With a newborn around, it was too much to handle for one parent.

"I'll be there," Hoyt said, making the final decision for himself. "What d'you need me to bring?"

"Uhh...well, I got most of the shit there, so probably not much."

"I'll put a bag together," Hoyt said, smiling to himself. "You'll be alright, you can do this."

"I really fucking hope so, man." Mallory sighed and he heard her swear under her breath. "Get here around noon, okay?"

"Will do."

After hanging up, Hoyt set the tablet and papers down for the night and went out to the storage closet in the garage. After digging through piles and piles of cardboard boxes, he found the decade-old plastic bin full of the twins' baby items. Hoyt filled an empty box with all the blankets, onsies, bottles, and toys he felt comfortable parting with (at least temporarily). There was a plastic bag of chew toys with tiny bite marks he considered leaving out as they were meant for puppies, but remembered Alice's fondness to gnawon anythingshe could get her hands on and included a few for little Jack.

The next morning, Hoyt left a pair of twenties on the kitchentable for the twins to order pizza with and let old Mrs. Jameson next door know he would be out for most of the day.In the back of his mind, Hoyt knew they wouldn't need the help. Jacob and Jackelyn were entering their teens and could take care of themselves for the day, but it was hard to remind himself they weren't the helpless little kids they used to be.They'd only been children for a moment, it seemed, and after another blink, they'd be all grown up.

Hoyt blinked unexpected tears from his eyes before driving away, one hand holding steady the box of baby stuff. He'd stopped by Mallory's apartment enough times by then to not need the address anymore, but it had been long enough that he took a couple wrong turns on the way. After finally making it, he remarked to himself how rarely he'd seen the complex in the daytime. The grass between the buildings was a brittle shade of tanand the trees were spindly skeletons of what they'd been duringHoyt's first summertime visit.

Mallory's apartment was the only one with its door light on, which shined oddly bright in the overcast day. There was a handwritten sign printed on the door that Hoyt couldn't read until he stood on the welcome mat. In all-capitals, written in black marker, it read, 'ON MATERNITY LEAVE. BRING ISSUES TO FRONT OFFICE' above an arrow pointing to the right and underlined three times. Hoyt shifted the box under his left arm and knocked with his right.

"Rent is due at the front office!" screamed Mallory from inside.

"No, it's Hoyt! I'm here a little early."

After a moment of silence, he put his ear to the door in time to hear Mallory grunting and shuffling on the other side. With the rattle of the chain lock, Hoyt stepped out of the way and rocked on his heels with a hand in his pocket, trying to look casual but immediately failing once Mallory opened the door.

She looked exhausted, with dark bags under her eyes and her orange hair a tangled mess between her ears. Answering the door in nothing but a white tank-top and pale pink underwear, it seemed like Mallory hadn't left the house in days. But most arresting of all, what made Hoyt's jaw fall open, was the fact that she was still pregnant. Her belly hadn't grown so much as it had tighten_ed_since the last time he saw her. Before, Mallory had a layer of fat around her baby bump that seemed to serve as a kind of cushion. Now, she was all belly. The ease with which she carried herself a few months ago was gone, replaced with an inescapable discomfort. Even standing in the doorway, Mallory shifted her weight from one foot to the other, as if just standing there was making her sore.

"Uhh...hey," Hoyt said, trying to regain his composure. "You look...like...shit."

Mallorysnorted and cracked a smile for what might've been the first time in weeks.

"Don't I fucking know it," she sighed, sliding her hand across her belly. The tank top didn't reach past her navel. "I look how I feel, too. Everything hurts, man."

"I feel like I should've brought a wheelchair," Hoyt said, realizing his eyes hadn't left Mallory's belly since she'd opened the door. "That's...that's a big baby."

"I'm gonna go cut his dad's balls off after this," she grumbled. Wobbling in place, she waddled out of the way with a hand braced on her back, just enough for Hoyt to come inside.

He closed the door, set the box on the ground, then counted out the months again on his fingers.

"Did I get the dates wrong? I thought you were already due by now."

"I was," Mallory huffed. "I hit my due date a week ago and then just..." She mimed a plane taking off. "Kept on going."

"A week ago?" Hoyt stepped closer and put a hand on her belly, which felt completely firm andtaut as a snare drum. "With a baby this size, I expected him to come early."

"That's what I fucking thought," Mallory said, rubbing her lower back as Hoyt absentmindedly stroked her stomach. "It kinda turned me on at first until the shitty parts started to take over." Shemade a low moan and slid her tail across the floor when Hoyt pressed his fingers into the side of her bulging middle. "Don't stop, that felt good."

"You look like you could drop any second now," Hoyt said, finding himself a little turned on as he said it.

"I'm huge as fuck, right? But, still, nothing." Mallory made a cutting motion across her neck. "No contractions, no pinches, no cramps, no nothing. Jack's turned head-down and everything, he's ready to go, but nothing's really kicked it off."

"You may need to be induced if it goes on for too much longer."

"I don't have that kinda money, man. My insurance is shit, anyway."

"So what are you going to do? Just wait around until it happens?"

Mallory didn't answer. She took Hoyt's other hand and pressed his palm to her belly. She then reached out and draped her arms over his shoulders and leaned into him, her stomach pressing against his own. Hoyt felt his breath catch in his throat. It had been so long since they'd last been together that her touch felt just as good as the first time.

"I have tried everything, Hoyt. Ever. Y. Thing." Mallory's voice was low and she lingered on every word. "Spicy food, tea, walking, exercising, dancing, fucking jumping-jacks. I even went and got a massage from a roided-out lion girl who beat the shit out of me. I even tried acupuncture."

"Acupuncture?" Hoyt said, raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah," Mallory smirked. "Didn't work, but it was hot."

"So you've tried everything," Hoyt said. He slid his hands across her belly until they rose to meet her breasts. "Except..."

"Hoyt, I want you to..." Mallory paused to shake her head and dug her fingers into his shoulders. "I need_you to fuck me into labor. I can't go another day, I gottahave this baby by _tonight or I'm gonna lose my fucking mind."

"You need me to have sex with you to trigger labor," Hoyt said, in disbelief thewords were coming out of his mouth.

"No, I need you to fuck me,"she hissed. "I'm a balloon and you've got the needle, you gotta _pop_me."

"Jesus Christ, that image," Hoyt blinked before shaking it out of his mind. "Mal...you need to know this is _definitely_the weirdest thing anyone's ever asked me to do."

"But," Mallory said with a playful smile, "if that's what I think_is poking me down where I can't see, you aren't saying _no, are you?"

"I...ahhh...huuuhhh....hrrmmmmm..."Hoyt tried to make words, but his cock was doing the thinking for him by that point. Mallory took a hand off his shoulder and reached underneath her full-term belly to stroke his erection through his pants. With a little maneuvering, she unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out entirely, grinding it against her stomach.

"Where's Alice?" he managed to ask.

"Cisco's looking after her for a while. He knows what's going on," Mallory said. "The twins?"

"They're okay."

"Good." Mallory stroked down to the base of Hoyt's cock and squeezed. "Because if you say yes, then neither of us aregonna leave this apartment until my water breaks."

"Jesus Christ," Hoyt panted, feeling himselfflush at the thought. His tail was already wagging hard enough to make his ass sore, which he hoped Mallory couldn't see.

"You know you want to," she said, her voice even lower. "Don't you want to go home knowing you plowedme so hard I gave birth?Think about that."

Mallory'shand on his cock was making it hard for Hoyt to think about much of anything. Was what she was asking for really all that strange? She was toying with him, but Mallory really did need his help. And wasn't this more natural than having a doctor do it?

"But what happens when...mmph, fuck..." His thought was interrupted by Mallory squeezing the tip of his dick. "What happens after? Once you're in labor? Do I need to-"

"You don't gotta do anything. I have that taken care of," she said over him. "All I need from you is the fun part."

"Ooohhh damn it," Hoyt said, his hands back on Mallory's belly as he stared at the ceiling and tried to think. His pants had ended up around his ankles and he had no idea when it happened. Fucking Mallory had been nice, but fucking a _pregnant_Mallory was something special, something different. This might be the last chance he got to do it. Didn't he want to send it off with a bang?

"Okay," Hoyt said, the word coming out of his mouth like a sigh. "Alright. I'm down."

Mallory breathed a relieved sigh and pulled Hoyt across her obtrusively large stomach to kiss him.

"I need this," she said after pulling away. In a rare moment of vulnerability, she looked down at her own belly and put her hands on top of Hoyt's. "I want my baby."

"Well..."Hoyt took a deep breath and stepped backto kick his pants away. "Then let's get him out of there."

"You're my fucking hero," Mallory said, her eyes lighting up. She peeled away her tank-top, her breasts falling out and jiggling softly. They'd already been big the last time Hoyt laid eyes on them, but they'd nearly doubled in size and were easily twice as heavy. A white pearl of milk clung to the end of Mallory's left nipple, then dropped onto her belly as she struggled to pull her panties off.

"Do you...uhh..." Hoyt was about to ask for help before Mallory managed to wiggle her widened hips out of the little pink briefs and kicked them in the corner. With a sigh, she tucked two fingers under her breasts and bounced them before hopping in place, letting the rest of her swollen body jiggle.

"Do I what?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips and raising a pierced eyebrow.

Hoyt blinked dimly, his cock at full-mast and his tail wagging like it had a mind of its own.

"...I don't remember."

"Good. I don't need you to think." Mallory took an elastic band from her wrist and tied back her long ears, then waddled past Hoyt and gripped his cock like handle before walking him to the bedroom by it. Luckily, she couldn't go very fast.

The sheets were already pulled off the bed and thrown into a corner, leaving only a stack of towels against the headboard. A package of water bottles, crackers, and a vibrator took up the nightstand. Below it was a blue inflatable children's pool, still in its box, and an air pump for it. Mallory's cell phone was plugged in and charging conveniently within reach.

"You were planning this," Hoyt said, scratching his chin.

"Sort of," Mallory said as she tucked her tail out of the way and rolled onto the bed, holding her belly for balance.

"You had this all ready to go, you were expecting this to happen."

"Not really expecting. More hoping."

"And what if I'd said no?" Hoyt asked. From the bed, Mallory grinned and rubbed her thighs together.

"You wouldn't."

Hoyt wanted to argue, then remembered where he was and what he was doing. With a shrug, he climbed onto the uncovered mattress and crawled to Mallory. He fell to her side, making them both bounce, before pulling her into a deep kiss, hungry and thoughtless and wild. He felt her tongue ring click against his teeth and she bit his lower lip when he tried to pull away. Mallory rolled onto her side, pinning Hoyt underneath her gravid body and hooking her legs around his own. He reached down and stroked a hand across her middle, again surprised at how little give was left for his fingers.

"So how do you want to do this?" Hoyt asked when Mallory pulled away to catch her breath.

"I was thinking," she said, "that you would fuck me, and then keep fucking me until I went into labor."

"No, I mean...do you wanna do this here? In the living room? Do you want to set down a tarp or-"

"Do_you_ wanna fuck on a tarp?"

"I've just...never done this before," Hoyt said, swallowing. "I don't want to hurt you. Or Jack."

"You won't hurt Jack, he's safe in there." Mallory put a hand against Hoyt's face and smiled with a warmth she didn't often show. "Don't be afraid of hurting me, either."

"I would never do anything to hurt you," Hoyt said with deep sincerity. He was puzzled when Mallory's response was to chuckle and trail her hands down his chest.

"No, what I mean is..." She hooked her fingers into claws and dug her nails into Hoyt's fur, just deep enough for him to feel a slight pinch. "Don't be afraid of hurting me a little." She licked her lips and squeezed her legs around his thigh. "I won't mind."

"Oh." Hoyt swallowed and rested one hand on her belly. It was one thing for Mallory to ask him to spank her every once in a while, but quite another for a woman only days away from giving birth telling him it was okay to hurt her. Even if that's what she wanted, Hoyt wasn't sure if he could actually follow through with it.

"We can start slow," Mallory said. She rolled off of Hoyt and slid to the edge of the bed, dangling her legs over the edge. Propped up on one arm, she stopped to catch her breath and patted her belly as it filled her lap. "You're about to get your cute little ass_evicted_, buddy-boy."

As Hoyt stood and walked to the other end of the bed, he felt something remarkably close to stage fright. Thankfully, his anxiety didn't effect the rest of his body and he was still hard as ever as he positioned himself between Mallory's legs. Her belly was big enough that he could rest his hands on it without bending over and he took full advantage of it, stroking it like a worry stone that helped him maintain an erection.

"You are...really pregnant."

"No shit, Hoyt," Mallory said with a flat tone. Waving her tail between his legs, she laid on her back and slid farther back on the bed while bending her legs at the knees. "C'mon, man, I've been waiting nine goddamn months for this shit. I'm getting impatient."

"S-sorry."

Hoyt cleared his throat before squatting a few inches and sidling forward. With one hand, he guided his cock through the lips of Mallory's pussy, then let go as he pushed it all the way inside. The warmth of her, the pleasure of being buried inside Mallory, was enough to wash away his fears. He grunted deep in his throat and let out a hissing sigh from his nose. Mallory let out a similar noise, a throaty and satisfied groan.

"Oooohhhh fuck," she said, a few chuckles added to the end. "God damn, that's good."

Hoyt didn't waste energy by speaking and simply enjoyed feeling of Mallory on the end of his cock again. It had been too long. All the stresses from the holidays - not to mention his pent-up frustrations of going from sex on the regular to none at all - were melted by the warm, wet flesh squeezing his erection. Mallory never had problems getting herself turned on, but she was wetter than he'd ever seen her.

"You just gonna stand there?" Mallory asked.

"Yes," Hoyt said, his eyes shut and a faint smile on his face.

"Fucking Hell," Mallory sighed, though not angrily. "I can't do anything but lay here like a beached whale, the least you could do is fuck me while I do-Oh!"

Hoyt waited until just the right moment to grab Mallory's knees, pull out, then thrust back into her with a hard, wet slap that made her baby-weight jiggle.

"Ah!There you go...Asshole," Mallory chuckled before Hoyt began a softer, more rhythmic humping. The mattress rocked underneath them, with Mallory's overfilled tits bouncing with every small movement. She was wet enough that Hoyt worried he wouldn't have enough friction to get himself off, but he was starting to get into the rhythm of it and felt the tingle deep in his balls that told him whatever he was doing was working.

"Oh yeah...Fuck...Fuck, that's good," Mallory said. One of her hands gripped the bedspread while the other tweaked her stiffening nipple. "God, I fucking needed this."

"Me too," Hoyt managed to grunt. He tipped his head back and moved his hands from Mallory's knees to her belly, holding her in place by it while thrusting in and out of her. If he kept this up, he wouldn't last much longer.

"Fuck...yes..." Mallory said. She must've been feeling particularly vocal with Alice out of the house. "Stretch me out. I'm gonna need it to push this little fucker outta me."

Hoyt opened his eyes and felt his rhythm stumble. The thought Mallory put in his head with that last comment was distracting, but he was able to shake it off and sink back into the thoughtless cycle of lovemaking.

"Oh_fuck_, right there, right there. Keep doing that," Mallory said, reaching down to clutch her belly with both hands. "Fuck Hoyt, you're gonna pop me like a balloon."

He stopped, once again distracted by Mallory's words. She continued to squirm on the bed, too lost in her own pleasure to notice Hoyt had stopped. Swallowing, he glanced down to his hands atop Mallory's huge belly and couldn't help but remember the trauma of the twins' birth, or at least the parts he was present for.

"Why'd you stop?" Mallory asked, panting.

"Catching my breath," he said before shaking his head and working himself back up to speed with a few extra thrusts. He listened to the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of her, felt the shock of his hips slamming into the underside of her ass, and watched the expression on her face melt into bliss. There was pressure at the tip of his penis, a building heat, a mounting pleasure ready to climax at any second. Hoyt hadn't lasted as long as he normally did, but figured there'd be more than enough time to make up for it.

"God_damn,_ you're thick," Mallory moaned from the bed as she hooked her legs around Hoyt's thighs to hold him in place. "Yeah,fuck this baby out of me. Keep going...keep going...until my water breaks."

With that, Hoyt lost it. One moment, he was lost in the depths of his own primal instincts, but the next, he was imagining Mallory's water breaking around his penis, her moans of pleasure turning into screams of agony as contractions began. Hoyt's cock softened inside her, his thoughts overtaking physical pleasure, but he kept thrusting in a vain attempt to keep his erection going. It took a few moments for Mallory to feel the thick rod of flesh wilting like a flower inside her.

"Uh...Hoyt? Hey, Hoyt?" She propped herself up on her shoulders and watched the big dog try and recapture his lost rhythm. "I think we lost you there, man."

"I...guh...Just gimme...a second..."

"You're running on fumes down there."

"I just...need...just a second..."

Hoyt felt his cock, totally flaccid, slip out of Mallory and bounce against his thigh. Only then did he stop thrusting. With one knee against the bed, he tucked his arms behind his head and panted, tongue lolling out of his mouth. He felt like he'd just run a marathon.

Mallory unhooked her legs from Hoyt's and sat up, drumming her hands against her belly as she waited for him to catch his breath. Hoyt could tell she was irritated, but thankful this was one of the few things she wouldn't needle him for.

"Y'need some water or something?" she asked. Moving to roll off the bed, Hoyt stopped her with a hand and stood up straight.

"Nuh-No, I'm okay. I just need a second."

Turning, he sat heavily on the bare mattress, bouncing Mallory a few inches with his weight. She sat next to him, her legs and tail dangling from the edge of the bed, and waited a few minutes before speaking.

"It felt really good," she said. "You weren't hurting me or anything like that."

"Good, good. I hoped I wasn't."

"Is it...am I like..." Mallory glanced down at her overdue baby belly filling her lap and slid her hand across it. "Am I, like, _too_big now? Is this your limit? Does it not really get you off anymore?"

"No! God no, you're as sexy now as you were the first time we slept together." Hoyt reached over and touched her stomach. Mallory took her own hands away and leaned back to give him more room. "I just...I uhh...I think you sort of..." He glanced down at his limp cock, lying wet and sore against his thigh. "I think you kinda 'spooked' me."

"Spooked you?"

"If we were just fucking like normal, for fun, it'd be fine. But thinking about how I'm trying to...induce you is...uh..." Hoyt shifted on the bed and scratched behind his head. "It's a little much."

Mallory glanced aside, chewing on her tongue.

"Sorry, I thought you might be into it," she shrugged. "I am."

"But how? Labor is...labor. It doesn't scare you? Don't you want to go to a hospital and do this the normal way? With painkillers and doctors and...everything?"

A faint smile crept across Mallory's face and she rubbed her thighs together under her belly.

"Well...that's kinda the thing..."

Before saying anything more, Mallory braced herself on Hoyt's shoulder and pushed herself upright. She wobbled in place for a moment before catching her balance with her tail, then rounded the bed toward the nightstand. Inside, she removed two paperback books sandwiching a DVD box. Crawling across the bed, she passed them to Hoyt before laying on her side.

"In The Moment: The Secret of Orgasmic Birth," Hoyt read. "Orgasmic birth? Is that...does that exist? Is that a thing?"

"Been readin' about it," Mallory said. "Looked up a lot of stuff online. It sounds like bullshit at first, but there's really something to it."

"There's no way," Hoyt said, shaking his head. He set the books down and flipped to the back of the DVD, which showed close-ups of women making Oh-faces in the middle of their labors.

"I think there is. Listen, I gave birth to Alice in the hospital, alright? I did everything the right way and it was fucking awful." Mallory sat up and slid closer to Hoyt, putting a hand on his leg. "But there was a moment, right as she started to come out, a contraction happened and it felt good. It felt _really_good, like the best fucking orgasm I've had in my fucking _life_good. It never happened again with Alice, but if I can get it to work with Jack..."

Mallory trailed off and shook her head, rubbing both hands across her belly.

"Shit, man. I'd have a baby every fucking year if it felt like that."

Hoyt flipped through one of the books and found grainy photos depicting hugely pregnant women giving birth in varying poses. None of them looked particularly sexy, but the looks on their faces were definitely showing something more than just pain.

"The books don't say I need to trigger labor through fucking, exactly, but I figure it can't hurt," Mallory continued. She rolled onto her back, still cradling her belly and with her tail tucked between her thighs. "I've been looking forward to this ever since I found out I was pregnant again."

"So...that isn't why you got pregnant again, was it?"

"Nah, I wanted another baby either way," Mallory said, waving the question away with a hand. "But, y'know, it was on the list."

Hoyt nodded, his head still swimming from their failed attempt at sex, and began flipping through the table of contents in the second book. Mallory watched him, upside-down, while idly tracing a circle around her bellybutton. She watched his brow furrow and his frown deepen as he read further and further into the book.

"Y'know what?" Mallory said as she slid across the mattress on her back, plucked the book from Hoyt's hands, and tossed it into the corner of the room. "Forget it. It was a stupid idea, anyway."

"It's not stupid," Hoyt said. "It can't be so stupid if _books_are written about it."

"No no no, it was a dumb fuckin' idea." Mallory pushed herself into Hoyt's lap, her head just below his limp penis, and smirked up at him. "I don't wanna stress you out or nothing, I was just looking forward to you fuckin' me again."

"So was I," Hoyt said, reaching down and squeezing one of Mallory's tits. She seemed to wince as his finger brushed her nipple, but only for a moment. He felt a wet spot in the center of his palm and pulled it away to find a dribble of milk there.

"Don't worry about inducing me or any of that shit," Mallory said, waving it aside with her hand. "I didn't mean to freak you out. I've been all hormonal and weird lately, I just wanna have a good time."

"Well, if that's what you want," Hoyt said, but he could feel tension ease out of his shoulders. "The idea was sexy, but actually_doing_ it..."

"I get it, I get it," Mallory said. She put a hand on her belly and said, "He's gotta come out of me sometime, right? I guess I just got impatient."

"Who wouldn't?"

Guided by a tug on his arm from Mallory, Hoyt lay back on the mattress and slid far enough to pull his feet off the floor. Mallory slid next to him and wrapped herself around his left side, her bugling stomach pressing into his side. Hoyt wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer.

"Feeling better?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm alright."

"Good." Mallory reached around her belly and cupped Hoyt's testicles like a baseball. "'Cause you need to finish what you started."

"I intend to," Hoyt said, deep in his chest.

"Ooohhh, aren't you so fuckin' manly?" Mallory said with a cackle as she took her hand from Hoyt's balls to tweak one of his nipples. Hoyt winced, but laughed. He could feel himself getting hard again.

"So I was thinkin," Mallory said as she continued to fiddle with the little nub of flesh poking out from Hoyt's fur. "I'm thinkin'...that I don't know if I wanna stop with Jack."

"Stop what?" Hoyt asked, his head rising into the clouds. "Oh, right. You mean another baby?"

"Yeah, why not? Three seems like a good number."

"Maybe you wanna get number two out before thinking about the next one," Hoyt said.

"Yeah yeah yeah, you're such a dad," Mallory huffed as she pinched his nipple again. "I'll wait a little bit next time."

"You don't want three babies at the same time," Hoyt nodded. "It was hard enough with just two."

"But what was thinking was..." Mallory paused and migrated her hand down from Hoyt's nipple to his half-chub erection. "What if I had _your_baby next time?"

Hoyt's breath caught in his throat, but he also felt a rush of blood pump into his cock. Mallory smirked to herself as she felt it twitch underneath her hand.

"Wh-I...Uhh..." Hoyt swallowed. "What do you mean?"

"You got some cute kids," Mallory shrugged. "Maybe I want one, too."

"I...I mean...I don't..." Hoyt was trying to think realistically about the idea, but the thought alone was getting him diamond-hard. His cock sprung back to life, even as Mallory took her hand off it and slid her palm against her belly.

"What d'you think?" she said, almost casually. "You think one of your puppies would get me this big? Probably more, you're a stocky guy."

Hoyt stared past Mallory's breasts to the mound of her belly, coated in silky yellow fur, and imagined that his baby had made her that way. A biological switch had been flipped somewhere in the back of his mind. The idea of pinning down a trim, fertile Mallory and putting a piece of himself inside her to grow made him so horny he started drooling.

"I bet they'd be funny like you," Mallory continued, stroking her belly with an absentminded ease. "Might be kinda fun to sorta_belong_ to you for a few months. Carry a little Hoyt around for everyone to see. Wouldn't mind you showing me off a little once I got big enough."

Mallory couldn't see past her stomach, so she reached past it to grope blindly for Hoyt's cock, his personal thermometer for how hot she was getting him. He was rock-solid, the thumping of his heartbeat making it throb and bounce in the air.

"Hey! Something tells me," she said as she looked up into his panting face, "that you kinda like this idea."

"I-I mean..." Hoyt shifted on the mattress and his cock barely moved. "K-Kinda. There's a lot w-we gotta-"

"Hoyt, I want you to knock me up so fucking bad, but there's a problem." Mallory sat up on her knees and frowned as she stroked her belly with both hands. "Jack is in the way. He's gotta come out before you can put a puppy in me, but he doesn't wanna leave."

Hoyt sat up and looked Mallory eye-to-eye. His erection stood tall between his legs and hard enough that he could fuck a hole in a brick wall with it. His eyes glanced down at her belly for only a moment before meeting hers again.

"On you back," he said.

"Now you're talkin'," Mallory said with a deep growl.

She did as she was commanded, lying on her back in the middle of the mattress. However, a moment later, Hoyt was dragging her by the tail to the edge of the bed, like an ancient cavedog claiming his prize.

"Oh_shit_," Mallory gasped, feeling herself get even wetter. Hoyt stood at the edge of the mattress, looming over her with a hand on her belly for leverage. His ears were folded back on his head and she could see his teeth bared under his gums. Like before, she hooked her legs just behind his knees and pulled him closer. His cock felt as hard as a drill-bit when it poked the underside of her gravid stomach.

"Don't be gentle," she said.

He wasn't.

Hoyt gripped her thighs, lined himself up, and plunged deep into her with a hard thrust. An electric tingle shot up Mallory's spine and made her cry out in both shock and joy. There was a little pain, but just enough to give the pleasure a kind of flavor.

"Fuck...oh_fuck_, Hoyt!" Mallory gasped as he jack-hammered into her with a ferocity she'd never seen from him. "Oh my God, Oh my God."

A grumble started low in Hoyt's chest and turned into a fierce growl. What little of his brain that was still functioning held onto the fantasy Mallory had placed in him. Staring down at her, he imagined her swollen middle heavy with his pup, that it was because of_him_ she looked like this. The idea of breeding Mallory, of pinning her down and fucking a baby into her, was a fantasy he'd tried to suppress for months. The kangaroo had no idea the kind of plug she'd just pulled.

"H-h-holy fuck," Mallory panted. Hoyt's humping had pushed her farther up the mattress and he was forced to climb onto his knees and shuffle forward to keep from slipping out. His hands gripped her thighs hard enough to leave bruises - or at least she hoped they would - as he held her in place and fucked her rough and hard.

"_H-hoyt!"_Mallory said. She could barely get out more than his name and even forgot what she was trying to say once Hoyt stopped to catch his breath.

"Turn over," he growled, hungrily.

She did, flipping over onto her hands and knees. Her belly rubbed against the bare mattress underneath and Mallory worried she might get rug burn on her stomach if Hoyt kept up his pace. Hoyt slipped out of her just for a moment to get himself lined up. He lifted her tail and wrapped his arm around the thickest part of it while the rest hung over his shoulder. Mallory was already feeling the cold absence of dick inside her and was squirming on the bed.

"Hoyt, don't fucking do this to me, don't tease-Oooohhhh God..."

Her eyes rolled up into her head in renewed bliss as Hoyt sank into her again. Mallory's nails pulled at the mattress as she balled her hands into fists. A line of drool fell from her mouth, but she hardly noticed once Hoyt started fucking her again. The wet _slaps_were even louder from the new position and she felt every pound of baby weight on her body ripple under the impact.

It only took Hoyt a few seconds to work himself back up to speed. Mallory couldn't keep herself upright on her arms and let them buckle under her. She laid with her face against the mattress, her eyes foggy, and with a broad grin on her face as she gave up on doing anything but letting Hoyt have his way with her.

After a few more minutes of uninterrupted fucking, Hoyt felt a tingle up his spine as his entire body clenched in a spasm. He let go of Mallory's tail and draped himself across her back, wrapping his arms as far around her belly as they could reach. He held on for dear life as he emptied months' worth of backed up semen into her, cumming like his soul was pouring out along with it. He moaned into Mallory's ear, who was so lost in transcendent bliss she barely even heard it. Hoyt could even feel his balls clenching with each spasm of his cock as each pulse of bliss made every nerve ending in his body light up like a Christmas tree.

When he was finished, his balls thoroughly emptied into Mallory, Hoyt's muscles turned to jelly. Worried about putting too much weight on the baby, he used the last of his strength to roll off of her and flop heavily to the mattress. Mallory stayed panting where she was before flipping her head over to chuckle at him with a fucked-silly grin on her face.

"Wuh...wuhh duh...buh...hhuuuhhh..." She made several attempts at saying words, but they all came out as gibberish. She had to take a breath and concentrate on what she wanted to say before getting it out.

"If...I knew you were...gonna...fuck me like that," Mallory mumbled with her mouth half-pressed against the mattress, "I'd have pushed your buttons a little ear-"

Her eyes shot wide open as she gasped. Mallory clenched her teeth and looked down at her belly.

"Issat...is...uhh..." Hoyt sat up and shook his head. "Do you feel something?"

"I...I don't know. I think..." Mallory winced and let out a deep, halting groan. She fell onto her side just as a wet patch began spreading below her and soaking through the mattress.

"Oh my God," Hoyt said, sitting up. "Oh my God, Mal."

"Did it work?" Mallory flipped onto her back and tried to look past her belly. "Did that do it?"

"I...I think that was...your water."

"Fuck!Yes!" Mallory pumped her arms into the air in triumph. "Finally!" She shuffled to the end of the bed and gingerly stood, keeping her legs spread apart as she rested both hands on her belly. "About time we got the show on the road."

"Mal, maybe you should lay down? Or sit? Or something?" Hoyt stood and followed her out into the hall. He found her leaning against a wall and taking deep breaths while dialing a number on her cell phone.

"Nah, I'm good. Walking helps." She put the phone to her ear and bobbed her tail back and forth while stroking her belly. "Hey, it's me. It happened. Bring your stuff." Mallory paused. "Still far apart, more than a minute. But he's def-" She stopped as another contraction hit her, making her wince through its duration. "Mmf. He's definitely gettin' a fucking move on...Okay, see you soon. I owe you...I owe you a whole goddamn lot, B."

"W-Was that an ambulance?" Hoyt asked, wringing his hands together. "Or...or your midwife?"

"Midwife?" Mallory snorted and pushed herself away from the wall. "Yeah, sure. Something like that." She put her hands on her hips and started walking paces around the living room with deep breaths in between. As she passed Hoyt, he stepped away from her and held his hands at his sides, like she were made of glass.

"D-Do you want me to do anything?" he asked.

"Maybe put some clothes on?" Mallory said, glancing down at his waist.

"Uh...Right." Hoyt was halfway down the hall before calling back, "What about you? Do you want a bathrobe or something?"

"Don't worry about it!" she called back. "You're about to see a hell of a lot more of me than you...Agh...shit...ngh..."

From down the hall, he watched Mallory step into the doorway and lean against the wall, her face screwed up in pain and one arm wrapped around her belly.

"Gah...fuck, man." She gasped as the contraction passed and she could catch her breath. Glancing up, Mallory met eyes with Hoyt, who saw a tiny sliver of fear on her face. She quickly regained her composure and stood, waving past him dismissively. "C'mon, I don't want my baby's first sight to be your dick, man. Go put some pants on!"

Hoyt retrieved his underwear and came back into the living room to find Mallory sprawled out on the couch, idly tapping her belly. Before he could say anything, ask her once again if she needed any help, a heavy fist knocked on the front door with three powerful blows.

"Rent due at the front office!" Mallory screamed from the couch.

"Open the fucking door, Mal," shouted back a female voice from outside.

"That's her." She sat up halfway before wincing and sitting back again. "Hey, Hoyt? Would you mind..."

He was already on his way to the door, smoothing down his fur and trying to look like he hadn't just finished fucking Mallory into labor. He opened it to face the sour look of a tall polar bear woman in lime-green scrubs with a heavy backpack slung over her shoulder. Hoyt couldn't recall her name, but recognized her from the pool party last summer.

"Huh." She raised an eyebrow and looked Hoyt up and down. "So _you're_the guy."

"Uh, Hi?"

"Bailey!" Mallory shouted from inside. "Quit flirting with my boyfriend and get the fuck in here!"

Boyfriend? Hoyt thought as the bear pushed her way past him. Mallory was in the process of sitting up on the couch as Bailey threw her bag on the other side of the couch and knelt between her legs.

"You owe me for this," Bailey said as she put on a pair of blue latex gloves. "You owe me forever."

"Yeah yeah, I know. You can be his godmother."

"Fuck that. I get to pick his middle fucking name." Bailey looked over her shoulder and snapped at Hoyt. "Oy, big guy. Get all these lights on, yeah?"

"Be nice," Mallory said as she spread her legs apart and leaned back. "He did me a favor."

"Yeah, he did favors all over you," Bailey mumbled as she leaned out of the way of the lights Hoyt turned on. "You're dilated, but not far. Maybe five centimeters. Still got a way to go."

"Good. I'm gonna take a shower." Mallory moved to stand as Bailey pulled one of her gloves off and helped her up. "Hoyt, I'm gonna need your help. Go get that kiddie pool from my bedroom and get it set up in here."

"On it."

"I can't believe you're fucking doing this," Bailey mumbled as she helped Mallory to the bathroom.

"I can't believe I didn't do it the first time," she chuckled right before another contraction made her breath catch in her throat.

While Mallory was cleaning up, Hoyt dragged the inflatable pool into the living room, dragging the plastic hand pump behind him. He had to shove furniture out of the way and was forced to unplug the TV, but managed to make it fit. He could hear Mallory and Bailey talking from the bathroom, but couldn't make out anything they were saying. A groan of pain rose above the sound of running water, pushing Hoyt to work that much faster.

By the time Mallory waddled out of the bathroom, Hoyt was halfway done pumping air into the pool.

"Jesus, slow down," Bailey said as she caught Hoyt's hands. "You'll pop the fucking thing."

"I'm doing okay, don't freak out," Mallory reassured him while toweling herself off. "It took Alice like four hours to come, don't-" She couldn't get the last word of her sentence out before wincing in pain again, clutching her hands to her belly as Bailey kept her on her feet.

"They're coming faster," she said. "You may not have four hours, Mal."

"Ah...fuck. God damn it." Mallory shook her head, water flinging off her ears. "Alright, fuck it. That'll work, Hoyt. You can stop."

Hoyt's arms were sore as he tossed the air pup aside. Mallory climbed into the pool and sat, her legs just barely long enough for her feet to dangle over the other side. Her tail overshot it even farther.

"There's a bucket under the sink. Fill this a little over halfway with warm water," she told him, holding her hand just a little lower than her knee.

Hoyt did as he was told, running between the living room and the bathroom. In the time it took him to finish, Mallory had two more contractions, her groans of pain getting louder and longer each time. Once the water was high enough, she motioned Hoyt closer.

"Go into my room and get those books I was showing you earlier," she said, partially under her breath. "I think I'm about ready to test if they're full of shit or not."

He did, returning with both of them in hand. Bailey glanced at their titles and snorted.

"Guess now I know what it takes to get you to actually read a book."

"Fuck you," Mallory said as she picked up one of them with her dry hand. She leaned farther down into the pool, like she was basking in a hot tub, and gently stroked her inner thigh while flipping to a chapter near the back.

"There's no way that shit is real," Bailey said. "I've delivered enough kids to know none of those women were having a very good fucking time."

"Shut up, B. I know what I felt," Mallory said without taking her eyes off the book.

"A-Are you a midwife?" Hoyt asked, politely. Mallory snorted and buried a fit of giggles behind her hand. Bailey snapped a look at him before turning to her.

"Did_she_ fucking tell you that?"

"N-No, I just..." Hoyt swallowed. "You said you've delivered before and I..."

"No, mate, I'm just an EMT," Bailey said, more patiently. "I'm trained in this, though. Well enough, at least."

"It's fine, it's fine," Mallory said. "Doctor said everything was fine for a home birth, nothings gonna go..." She stopped, touching a hand to her belly as she dropped her book. "Okay, another one's coming. Hoyt, get behind me."

He knelt behind Mallory's back and let her brace herself against him. With one hand on the ground, she took a few deep, measured breaths as she snaked the other hand down between her legs and shut her eyes. Hoyt saw her belly visibly tense underneath a cramp, but Mallory didn't groan or cringe like last time. She winced, but instead of a sound of pain, a soft moan came out of her mouth, not unlike the satisfied sound she'd made when Hoyt first slid his cock into her. She curled her toes at the end of the tub and winced again, but her body relaxed a few seconds later as she lay limp against Hoyt.

"Ohhhhh my God..." Mallory said, low in her throat.

"Did it work?" Hoyt asked.

"Sorta. It didn't hurt as bad."

Bailey moved to the other end of the tub and disappeared below Mallory's belly.

"You're a little wider," she said. "Not all the way, but a little."

"Just tell me when to push," Mallory said with a little chuckle. "Midwife."

"I'd fuckin' strangle you, but it would probably just turn you on." Bailey stood and snapped off her gloves. "I need to piss. Don't push yet."

Once Bailey shut the door to the bathroom, Hoyt leaned closer to Mallory.

"Hey, Mal? I was thinking about...uh...before this. When we were...uh...when we were having sex. I was..." He cleared his throat. "It's not_you_, but I...I really don't think I could have another baby. I already have my hands full with just the twins and even with your help, adding another baby to that..."

Mallory turned to look up at him with one pierced eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, I know." She shrugged. "Like, obviously."

"I...wait. You were...you weren't serious?"

"Only serious enough to turn you on," she smirked.

Bailey returned just in time for Mallory to brace herself for another contraction. She leaned against Hoyt and pulled him down to whisper in her ear.

"Play with my nipple this time," she said.

As her belly clenched itself and Mallory played with herself, Hoyt reached down with slight reluctance and cupped his hand around her breast. When he pinched her nipple, rolling it between his fingers, Mallory let out a soft gasp. Whatever she felt, it didn't seem to be pain. Some water splashed over the edge as she bent her legs and she squirmed in place enough that Hoyt had trouble keeping her still. With low groan, she settled back as the contraction passed.

"Holy shit," she said. "I think this is gonna work."

Mallory's labor continued to progress over the next hour, which Bailey told them was especially fast. As the contractions came closer and closer together, Mallory worked even harder to counteract them with her own pleasure. She even had Hoyt retrieve the vibrator from the bedroom to keep herself aroused in between contractions. During what should have been an agonizing ordeal, Mallory was panting and moaning in the same sexual ecstasy she'd shared with Hoyt in bed.

"Oohh God," she panted during a heavy contraction. She curled her toes and arced her back, pushing her belly high into the air. "F-fuck...It's so good..."

Hoyt and Bailey shared an uncomfortable glance, far from their first. It was strange, but if long as Mallory wasn't in pain, they could at least do their best to keep it going.

"It's like...It's...like a..." Mallory panted once the contraction passed. She slid her hand up her belly and over her breast, breathing through her teeth. "It's like a whole body orgasm. I think...I think I'm about to cum."

"Don't get too distracted," Bailey said from between her legs. "You're about at ten centimeters. Couple more contractions, you'll be ready to push."

"Yes," Mallory said with a throaty yell as she thrashed her tail. "Fuck, I wanna push so bad."

Hoyt didn't realize he would top 'fucking a pregnant woman into labor' as the weirdest thing he's ever done, especially not so soon.

"Okay, I think you're about ready," Bailey said. "When you feel you need to push, take a few deep breaths-"

"I got it," Mallory interrupted as she tapped the partially soaked book next to her. "I know what to do."

Bailey clenched her teeth and looked like she was getting ready to say something, but instead sighed and turned her attention back to Mallory's birth canal.

"Okay...Okay...It's coming." Mallory took deep, deliberate breaths before leaning her head back and looking up at Hoyt. "Kiss me."

Hoyt did as he was told, leaning down to press his lips to hers. She kissed him hungrily, her tongue meeting his, and Hoyt felt her hand on the back of his head holding him in place. As the contraction hit, she groaned into his mouth and the hand clenched into a fist. Pulling away, she braced both hands on the ground and tensed every muscle in her body as she pushed. She strained for a few long seconds before stopping and releasing a loud, full-lung cry of anything but pain.

"Right. There's the head," Bailey said as she angled a flashlight up Mallory's birth canal. She seemed to be willfully ignoring Mallory's loud, sexual awakening. "Few more times should to do it."

"That...that was...tha...oh fuck..." Mallory's voice was high and breathless, her bare chest heaving with deep breaths and a rapid heartbeat. "Incredible."

"Did you...uh..." Hoyt swallowed. "Was that it?"

"My whole body...everything..." She squirmed in Hoyt's lap and bit her lip. "Fuck...that was...the best..."

"You aren't finished yet, Mal. Baby's still on his way," Bailey said, snapping Mallory out of her afterglow.

"Good," she said as she sat up. She raked her nails across her belly, then tweaked both her nipples with flash in her eye. Most of Bailey's experience delivering babies had been in emergencies, but it was almost scarier watching how excited Mallory was getting.

"Oh fuck," she moaned, her body tensing as she leaned against Hoyt. "It's coming."

After a few minutes with her hands between her legs, she pulled it back and began to push again. Hoyt, mercifully, couldn't see what was going on down between Mallory's legs, but was given a good enough idea by Bailey's reaction.

"Holy_shit_," she hissed as she quickly set down the glass of water she'd been drinking and leaned over the pool. "He's coming_fast_, Mal. Keep going."

"_Ahhhh!"_Mallory was panting in Hoyt's arms, tears streaming from her eyes as she pushed. The only way he could tell she was finished was when she gasped and collapsed limply against him. "F-fucking shit...It's...the best...oh my God..."

"So it...doesn't hurt?" Hoyt asked.

"It's_incredible._"

"Mal, he's slipping the fuck out of you pretty fast," Bailey said. She took a moment to change into fresh latex gloves.

"Probably from Hoyt fucking me wide open," Mallory laughed, slapping Hoyt on the knee. She seemed almost delirious.

"This next one might be it, get ready."

"God, I hope so." Mallory looked up at Hoyt, her eyes moist. "I can't wait to tell Jack how good it felt bringing him into the world."

"I uh...I would wait until he's a little older," Hoyt said, patting Mallory on the arm. "Or...maybe never."

"Oh God," Mallory said, tensing. Her last contraction was barely over before another was coming in its place. Hoyt took a deep breath and hooked his arms underneath hers, keeping her upright with all the strength he had left. Mallory sucked in a few breaths before finally bearing down and pushing. A thin groan squeaked out of her throat before she clenched her teeth and huffed out of her nose.

"Okay...Okay...just a minute," Bailey said, more for herself than anyone else. "And...he's out!"

Mallory stopped breathing, just as Hoyt did. There was a silence, a long moment of quiet that neither of them expected to be there. Hoyt's blood began to chill in his veins. Mallory's expression descended into fear.

"Just give him a minute..." Bailey said, holding something just below where either of them could see.

Then, a wet snuffling from a fourth, brand-new voice led into a sharp, high-pitched cry as he tested his new lungs for the first time. Bailey held up a baby kangaroo with both hands, wailing and kicking at the air. He looked like Mallory, but with fur a blinding shade of platinum blond so bright it almost looked white.

"You little fucker!" Mallory gasped before taking Jack from Bailey. "Don't you ever fuck with me like that again!" Despite her shouting, she was grinning ear-to-ear, holding the baby in her arms as he grabbed at the air and cried.

"Well," Bailey sighed, her shoulders sagging. "At least one of us had any fun."

"Holy shit, B. I can't wait to do this again," Mallory said before turning back to her new baby.

"Maybe you can actually pay me next time," the bear grumbled as she stood and stumbled to the kitchen. "I need alcohol."

"Can I see him?" Hoyt asked. Leaning over her shoulder, he looked at the scrunched-up face of little Jack, his muzzle short and stumpy and his tail just barely longer than one of Mallory's fingers.

"This is my buddy Hoyt," Mallory said to the baby. "He's the guy who's been shaking you around for the past few months."

"_Oh-_kay, I think it's time for me to go now," Hoyt said as he moved to stand. Mallory caught him by the arm and pulled him back.

"This went exactly how I wanted it to. All of it. You did a lot for me, Hoyt. Thank you. Really."

"Ah, well..." Hoyt rubbed the back of his head, bashfully. "You didn't really ask me to do much I didn't wanna do in the first place."

"Yeah, but you weren't a creep about it. And you did a lot. Jack's dad wouldn't have been here, I know that much."

"The least I could do."

Mallory pulled Hoyt down to her by his ear and kissed him.

"Thanks for fucking me at my least fuckable," she said, pinching his ear. "And for being a good guy."

"Anytime." Hoyt glanced at the minutes-old baby in Mallory's arms and felt a pull in his chest that he hadn't felt in over a decade.

"Hey Mal, I think I wanna go home and see my own kids," he said. When Hoyt stood, he looked down at himself, covered in the stale aftermath of sex with Mallory and soaked in much, much more than water from the pool.

"...Maybe I'll take a shower, first."