Lucas has a problem.

Night has fallen. The young grey fox is currently writhing in pain in the drivers seat of his car, parked on the side of a desert highway, hours away from the nearest town. His skinny arms clutches his big round belly as it contracts tightly around the cub inside, preparing for their imminent arrival into the world.

As the latest contraction recedes, he finds himself panicking more than a little. The fox sits up, leaning his head against the fogged up window, desperately trying to get his breathing under control.

While he takes a few deep breaths and waits for the next contraction, he has some time to contemplate the series of decisions that has taken him here, to the middle of nowhere, alone and about to give birth.

By the time he found out he was pregnant, the expedition had been underway for months.

Lucas had always been interested in archaeology ever since he was a little cub, and here was a chance to get some real on-the-ground training with some the best in the field, right after finishing school. He’d be away from his boyfriend for almost nine months, but they could still keep in touch with Telecord. Though the dig site was in the middle of the desert interior, the team had a good satellite internet connection, and they were kind enough to let team members use it to stay in touch with loved ones. 

The grey fox had a big night together with his avian boyfriend Flynn before he was to leave. All their friends came to send him off, and then the couple retreated to Lucas’ bedroom for a night of passionate lovemaking. Flynn had gotten very good at pleasing his fox since their awkward first time more than three months ago, but that night the bird struggled to keep up with the fox’s needy appetite. They made love until the bird was entirely spent and passed out, the filled and satisfied fox soon falling asleep under his mate’s soft red and white feathered wings.

The next morning the excited young fox kissed his Flynn goodbye (the bird stayed in bed, still recovering from the previous night) and drove out to join the small convoy heading into the desert. The dig site was remote, many hours drive from the nearest settlement, with nothing but rock, sand, and scrub in between.

The first couple of months was tough; the fox was new to all this, and to make it worse he was often fatigued and nauseous, which he pinned down to not being used to the kind of manual work he had to do on site. But Lucas had a novice’s enthusiasm and eagerness to learn, and his effort was soon appreciated by the whole team.

He even started gaining weight. Shifting through layers and layers of earth all day under the punishing desert sun was hard work, and so the logistics girl made sure everyone had more than enough to eat. In any case, the labour and sweat was more than made up for by the excitement that comes from uncovering an artefact, the wonder of beholding inscriptions seen for the first time in millennia.

Four months into the expedition, Lucas started to notice the kicking.

Lucas knew he was capable of it. Cis male pregnancy is quite rare; even if you have the parts for it conception is very unlikely. Still, after he started having sex with Flynn he had been taking birth control just in case. He thought back to that night they had together before he left home. He had often been forgetting to take birth control. That week, with all of the excitement and preparation that had to be done…

That was when it happened, the grey fox thought.

There was no use hiding it. His belly was fast becoming big and round. In fact it was looking more like an eight month’s belly than a four month’s one. The cub was quickly growing very active too. And everyone at the camp heard Flynn’s loud excited chirping when Lucas whispered him the news over video call.

Lucas himself was more ambivalent. He felt he was too young, but at the same time he wanted to keep the cub. At least his parents were supportive, and his boyfriend positively joyous at the prospect of becoming a dad. And the fox wanted to keep working at the dig site. The team leader, understandably, was not thrilled at the idea. They came to an arrangement: Lucas would work until he was six months along, and then he would head home.

A couple of months passed and it was time to leave. Lucas could only waddle now as he went around the camp packing up his things. He glanced at his ripe figure in the mirror. His chest was still relatively flat, but there were noticeable bumps around his nipples as they grew heavy with milk. His hips had widened to support the gravid belly hanging off his otherwise skinny frame. His belly looked like someone’s who was overdue, not six months along, and Lucas was worried he might be having multiples. Fur had partly thinned on his stretched belly revealing the red stretch marks underneath. couldn’t see his dick anymore past the bulk of his swell, but he was constantly reminded of it, as the way the cub was sitting low in his pelvis made him get hard at the slightest brush.

The young grey fox wriggled out of his sweat-drenched work gear and put on clean clothes for the long drive home, ignoring the odd dull ache and cramps that he had been getting all day.

He left in the late afternoon. The idea was to make it to the nearest town five hours away, stay the night, then drive all day back to his home city.

The aches and the cramps and the pressure in his pelvis only increased as he navigated the rough desert tracks. It was getting harder to brush them off. By the time he got onto the highway, they were coming in waves every couple of minutes and were getting painful enough that Lucas belted out a scream.

Are… are these contractions? Thought the hapless young fox. I’m not due for another three mo--

A sudden rush of wetness from his opening soaked his pants and boxers.

My waters broke. Wait... My waters broke?!

That sent the young grey fox into a panic. He put his foot down on the accelerator. It was getting dark. Out here, there’s no phone signal. The town was still three hours away. He had to get there fast.

A contraction seized him, the most painful one yet. Lucas shrieked, his paws tightly gripping the steering wheel as he tried to concentrate on the road ahead even as his body is pummelling itself. He felt something big and round shift down towards his tail hole. His baby’s head. 

He continued to race down the highway, desperate to get help for his baby. His baby. It was only starting to register for him now. He was going to be a dad. He had to get help. His baby… they were coming way too early. Weren’t… weren’t they?

Unless… unless Flynn knocked me up the first time we did it… more nine months ago. But that can’t be. I wasn’t showing any signs of---

Another contraction, more painful than the last, and with it the overwhelming the urge to push. Lucas closed his legs, his left foot crossed around his right ankle, his foot still on the accelerator. Don’t push, don’t push, the fox repeated silently to himself, his face scrunched up, trying to will away the urge to give birth just long enough that his own inexperienced paws won’t be the only ones bringing his cub into the world.

“Mum, dad… Flynn! Help!” cried the struggling young fox, but he was on his own.

No sooner had the last contraction subsided was the grey fox treated with another one. Lucas fought the urge to push, trying to keep the cub inside him, but his womb squeezed and nudged it towards his opening regardless. Even as he desperately shifted in his seat pressing his butt cheeks together, the grey fox felt his child’s head entering and stretching his birth canal. The exiting bulk pressed against his prostate, giving him a painfully hard erection in his ruined pants.

“Please… don’t come out… not now… just a little longer-- AAAHHHHHH!!” the labouring fox screamed as he was again seized by a savage contraction. He found himself involuntarily pushing and instinctively opening his legs before he tried to close them and hold the baby in. He felt his cub’s head coming to rest just behind his opening. 

He barely had any time to catch his breath before another contraction surged forth. He bit on the steering wheel to stifle a scream, as his opening began to painfully stretch around the baby’s head, even while he futilely fought back the urge to push. He felt faint. His straining body was jerked about in his seat as the car swerved all over the road. 

Lucas hit the breaks.

The desert sky is clear and full of stars. But in his parked car, on the side of the highway, sweating and panting and more than a little bit scared, a young pregnant grey fox in the throes of labour is only focused on getting his cub out safely.

It’s cramped. He’s still belted to his seat and his pants are still on him. And from the burning pain that’s radiating through his whole body he can tell that his baby’s head is already starting to crown in his opening.

How am I going to do this wonders Lucas to himself as next contraction starts to build.

Before he could do anything about the pants or the crampedness it’s time to push again. This time he doesn’t fight it, but he manages to bear down for only a couple of seconds. “AAAAAAHHHHH” Lucas screeches as the baby stretches him wider, and the accompanying escalation of pain stops his pushing effort.

But even without his active participation, his body carries on without him. “AAAAAHH stop STOP STOP it HURTS” pleads the gravid fox in vain as his body keeps trying to expel his cub through an opening too small for the task. 

Lucas leans the seat back and struggles to pull down his soaked pants as another contraction threatens. He pulls his boxers off and puts his legs up just as the contraction crests in intensity. The struggling fox instinctively pushes with the contraction as he lets out a guttural scream. 

Tentatively, he reaches down there with his paws to check his progress. The young dad-to-be can’t help but tear up when his paws find his cub’s wet soft furry head crowning at his opening. Soon enough the urge to push comes upon him again. He screams and bears down hard, feeling the head bulges out a little, only to slip back in once the contraction dies down.

He brushes against his cock, rock hard from the pressure of the baby’s mass on his prostate, and is pleasantly surprised to be rewarded with tingling waves of pressure. The feeling mixing with the seemingly unending background of unbearable burning pain is odd, to say the least. But the young fox needs any help he can to get through this.  The grey fox bears down hard, with one paw cupping the bulge around his emerging baby’s head, the other wrapped around and stroking his member. 

The young grey fox labours like that for he doesn’t know how long. It feels like an eternity. With each strenuous push, his opening excruciatingly slowly stretches a little more, and a little more of his child’s head emerges, only for the progress to be cruelly reversed once he stops pushing. Not for the first time, he starts to panic. I can’t do this. It’s too big. It’s too---

“AAAAAHHHHHHHHH” Lucas screams at a hard contraction hits him. He arches his back and pushes hard through the pain, through his cub’s head surging forward to crown at its widest point. He feels like he’s going to break in half. 

The contraction seems to go on forever. Lucas thrashes and mewls and screams as he pushes with muscles he never knew he had to get his cub out. With a paw guiding the baby out he feels the baby’s head fully emerges, imbuing him with a renewed fighting spirit. He’s almost there. A little bit of tugging with both paws to free the stuck shoulders, and the body slides out into his paws.

His pent-up member finally explodes in a postpartum orgasm, rewarding Lucas for his efforts. He’s knocked back into his seat, his mind reeling from the rush of pleasure.

An infant cub’s cry jolts him back into the present. His cub. Lucas lifts him up to his chest. A boy. A fox with wet red and white fur.

“H… hey little guy… you’ve got Flynn’s colours”

For a few minutes he’s totally absorbed with his newborn, this wonder that he created with Flynn. That is until he feels the familiar sensation of his thighs being soaked with fluid gushing from his opening.

Could it be? “No no no I can’t!! I don’t wanna do it again! I don’t wanna--” the poor fox grips his still large and tight belly as the pain of contraction returns.

Lucas can only sob and squeal and swear as he obeys his body’s instinct to give birth and pushes,  one forceful contraction after another. The new father is once again treated to the familiar sensation of a cub’s head dropping between his legs and agonisingly slowly stretching his opening.

“Fuck you Flynn you’re never touching me again!” Lucas howls as his second baby starts to crown.

The young fox labours and pushes and struggles for another half hour to give birth. His left arm supports his firstborn on his chest, his umbilical cord still attached, who’s feeding from one of his nipples. His right paw is at his opening ready to guide his second cub out, but they are stubbornly stuck at half crown.

His cock is at full mast, with the pressure of the cub stuck in his birth canal keeping him aroused. I could get used to this, Lucas dares to wonder briefly before another punishing contraction drowns out the pleasure and has him crying to make it stop.

This cub is bigger than the first. He’s dizzy with pain, and rapidly losing strength. He’s alone in the desert, with no one to help him if he passes out. He needs to give birth, now.

He tries changing position. Opening the car door, he slowly lowers himself down onto the ground. It’s a struggle, with a baby’s head lodged in his tailhole and a nursing infant in one arm. He’s gets into a squatting position, hoping that gravity will help. With the next contraction, he pushes with all his might, pressing down on his belly, screaming into the crisp desert night as his opening parts around the cub’s head and it pops out with a splash of fluids.

“A… almost there...” the grey fox rasps. He reaches a paw down to check for a cord around the cub’s neck. Not feeling one, he bears down with the next contraction, crying in pain – and joy – as he feels the shoulders turn and his second child slide out of him into his waiting paw. His member shoots a large celebratory load into the desert sand.

“H… hey girl” stammers Lucas with happy tears in his eyes as brings his second cub up to join her brother. “Th… that better fucking be it, I better not be having triplets”. He sits in the drivers seat for half an hour cleaning up his cubs, feeding, waiting. A cramp in his pelvis briefly gives him a scare, but he is just passing the afterbirths.

The drivers seat is ruined but Lucas is just happy that his babies have arrived safely. He only wishes that Flynn was here with him...

The new father grabs a box and clothes from the back of the car to create a makeshift cot for his twins in the backseats. The young fox gets in the drivers seat and puts the keys in the ignition.

“Let’s go home”