Intermission

The musical number started off strong. The flamboyant lady parrot glided onto the stage, regaling the audience with tales of the sunny tropical metropolis in which she now found herself. Mid-song, the set changed. Now she found herself in the deep recesses of her inner thoughts. A furry figure stepped out of the shadows, only to be grappled by gloved paws and pulled back into the dark. It was her lover, the dashing wolf from her past life, calling out to her to come back for him.

A few in the audience gasped. Most were silently spellbound. One furson however was barely paying any attention, even though he had wanted to see this play live on stage for years. But it was a struggle to focus on what was on stage in his condition.

Somewhere in the rows of seat sat Arlow, who was eight months pregnant. The bear had been overheating while crammed into his seat for the last 80 minutes. His light grey fur and reddish brick-coloured hair was damp with sweat. He shifted in his seat, as much as his enormously-rounded girth would allow, chasing an ever-elusive feeling of comfort. As he moved, little kicking feet delivered sharp jabs from inside. The bear tiredly rubbed circles on his gravid belly, in a futile gesture to calm the very active triplets stuffed in his womb. Part of him was amazed there was any room left in there for them to move at all.

He had made a bad decision. The right call would have been to stay the fuck home and give his free ticket to someone else. “What was I thinking?” he cursed silently to himself.

The bear had been stuck at home since month four, when his babies (plural) bump was already larger than most at full term. Now it looked positively monstrous, with big red stretch marks visible through the parted and thinned grey fur. The weight gain over the past eight months had been all babies. He wasn’t a bulky guy to begin with, and going out carrying the heavy triplets on his lean legs was exhausting, so he had been working from home, and playing a lot of games, and ordering a lot of takeaway.

Beyond the mobility issues, there were the random mood swings, the odd cramps and aches, the occasional and sudden onset of nausea, which he had been told should have subsided by the second trimester, but not for him apparently. He had been careful not to drink anything after leaving the house, since he couldn’t hold anything in his bladder anymore.

But above all, the maelstrom of hormones and the weight of the babies pressing down there had been making him continually, extremely, uncontrollably horny. He thought it was bad when he was at the six-month mark, when he found himself needing jerk off three times a day. Now it was five at a minimum. It was all self-pleasure, being single and mostly house-bound. He didn’t care much for dating apps. And even if he matched with someone, they’d have to come over, and he’d have to clean up the place. Too much movement and effort.

He could feel it now, in his pants, hard and ready and raw nerves screaming for attention. He had been feeling it growing in intensity in the past fifteen minutes despite his best effort to focus on the play or think about anything else, to distract his hopelessly sex-addled mind. It was taking a lot of self-control to not reach down with a paw right now and give his needy member what it wanted. But he might cream himself anyway just from his hyper-sensitive cock rubbing against his underwear...

On stage, the singing ended abruptly. The lady parrot was shot by a sniper, falling into the arms of her wolf lover. The curtains descended. The play would return after a 20-minute break.

“Finally!” Arlow cried out, drawing looks from other patrons. The bear groaned with effort as he hauled his heavy pregnancy up onto sore legs. “Sorry!” he whispered to his fellow theatregoers as he squeezed past them. Once out in the aisle, he waddled as fast as his form would allow out the door and made a beeline for the bathrooms. He thought he felt one of the triplets suddenly dropped lower in his belly. His cock was a hair trigger away from exploding.

He wasn’t going to get the privacy he needed in the bathrooms, but he found a parents room that looked unoccupied. He hurriedly opened the door, slung his swollen self into the room, and locked the door behind him.

The bear looked up. A pair of shocked green eyes stared back. The blue-striped mongoose had a coat on but his pants were around his ankles. The smaller man was leaning with his back to the wall, stroking his cock with his left paw and fingering his hole with his right.

Arlow’s cock exploded in his underwear. His heavy frame shook as he staggered backwards. He leaned against the locked door for support as his strained legs gave out under him.

“S… sorry!” the bear said, red-faced, “the door wasn’t locked!” He slowly sat himself down on the floor.

Gradually Arlow overcame his initial shock and took a better look at the other guy in the room. The mongoose was cute, in a skater boy kind of way, short and skinny with scruffy golden hair. The younger boy definitely looked overdressed in that coat. But below the waist… ah… the bear caught himself staring at the mongoose’s large package. He blushed harder, but he couldn’t take his eyes off it.

The mongoose was blushing hard too. For a few very awkward seconds the blue-furred younger male stood frozen in place, his cock still in his left paw, shiny with precum. “Are you… okay?” he managed to say, after a while, gingerly closing the couple of metres gap between him and his accidental companion on the floor. 

The mongoose knelt down in front of Arlow, his green eyes level with his brown ones. The bear felt a concerned paw on his left shoulder. A couple of seconds later, he felt another paw on his swollen belly. He noticed his heart beating a little faster.

“Yeah I’m… okay” Arlow replied. The grey-furred male reached out to the mongoose with a paw. He was going for the shoulder but instead he cupped the younger male’s face and leaned his face in closer as if to kiss him and... he stopped himself.

The bear cursed his hormones. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry”, Arlow stammered in a panic, “I’m, well they say, when you’re pregnant, they say, uh, it makes you ummm you know, a bit sensitive, as it were.”

“I know,” replied the mongoose. The younger male took his coat off. Underneath he was wearing a t-shirt (from Arlow’s favourite band, in fact) stretched over what was unmistakably a … “I’m five months along. I’m constantly horny. That’s why I was in here, I just needed some...”

The mongoose paused for a moment. “Heh, I just felt your baby kick.”

Arlow chuckled. It was the first time he laughed today. In fact, it was the first time he laughed in weeks.

For a moment they just gazed into each other’s eyes. Arlow felt the tension building up. His heart was racing. One paw was still on the mongoose’s soft fuzzy face. It had been so long since he was this intimate with another. An urgent craving radiated throughout his entire body.

“Hey can we--” they both said at the same time. Neither attempted to finish the sentence. Instead they just let their muzzles closed the distance, and their tongues met.

The two hungrily made out, while stumblingly undressing each other, taking the time to explore each other’s curves and the feel of each other’s fur on their paws. Finally the blue-furred boy tugged off Arlow’s pants and cum-stained underwear.

“In me, now, I want you” begged the bear as he shifted onto his paws and knees. The younger male eagerly lined up his girthy precum-slicked cock at the bear’s breeding hole and entered. The mongoose had his paws on either side of Arlow’s triplets-packed tummy as he vigorously pounded the bear. Arlow moaned loudly with each thrust, his abnormally sensitive nerves enhancing the waves of pleasure washing over him. 

The mongoose climaxed first, arching his back as he pushed his member in deep, right in front of the bear’s cervix, crying out as a torrent of cum burst forth from his convulsing cock. The bear never felt so full in his life as he felt now, with his near-ripe womb jam-packed with three huge cubs, the passage corked so tightly and completely with the mongoose’s hard organ, as it flooded him with thick life-giving seed. One of the triplets kicked somewhere sensitive and that took the bear over the edge, painting the floor with his cum.

For a couple of minutes the two basked in the post-nut glow, panting heavily. The bear remained on all fours while the mongoose kept his arms around the bear’s gravid middle until his member finally went limp, spent.

Arlow broke the silence. “I needed that.” Before either of them could say anything else, a voice came over on the intercom to announce that the play was resuming. Belatedly Arlow realised what they just did. “Fuck. Oh fuck! We made a mess!”

“I’ll clean it up,” said the mongoose as he left to bear’s side to scour the room for any and all cleaning supplies. Arlow struggled to get back up on his feet and could only watch helplessly as the more mobile younger boy cleaned the room. In the end he used up all the available paper towels, which he stuffed in the trash along with Arlow’s cum-soaked underwear.

The mongoose then hurriedly put his clothes back on, his coat once again concealing his small baby bump. He helped Arlow get dressed too; it would have taken much longer for the bear to dress himself.

They stepped out of the parents room. Almost all the other patrons had already filed back inside the auditorium. The mongoose started to run off when he turned around and glanced back at Arlow with concern.

“You go on ahead,” said the heavily-pregnant bear, waddling as fast as he could, “I’ll be alright”

The younger boy hesitated.

“Meet me by the front door after the play?” the bear asked.

At that, the mongoose grinned brightly. “See you,” he said, giving the bear a little wave, then dashed towards the auditorium door.