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I’m thinking like maybe we could use a bigger place…?’\n\n‘Well I’m happy to swap with you and let you have the bigger room. As you know, the job I’m looking at requires me to be on site and lot and I probably won’t have-’\n\n‘Oliver I’m pregnant.’\n\n‘C… Congrats! I think…? I’m assuming from what you said you’re keeping it? Who’s the daddy?’\n\n...\n\n‘Oh.’\n\n\n[b]DEPARTURE[/b]\n\nBearbrass Airport was bustling. It was mid-winter in the southern hemisphere, and the terminal was packed with anthros of all kinds jetting off to warmer destinations.\n\nA dash of colour raced ahead of me down the concourse, zigzagging through the throngs of holidaymakers. The blurred shape brushed past a startled wallaby at the end of a line for coffee, knocking him off balance.\n\n‘Oi! What the fuck?!’\n\n‘Sorry!’ the culprit yelled back as he kept running. A very tall anthro deer with light purple fur and a mop of messy blond hair waved an apologetic paw in the wallaby’s direction over the head of the other furs around him. He ran into a couple more folks as he did so, apologising a couple more times while not breaking his stride.\n\nThat was my housemate Niels. Trudging behind him was me, a pine marten with off-white fur and salmon pink hair. We’re a study in contrasts. He’s tall, I’m short. He’s loud and extroverted, I’m bookish and reserved. He’s outgoing and athletic, I avoid sunlight.\n\nEven so, we had been spending a few months travelling together. He’s a fantastic travel companion; his infectious curiosity and enthusiasm for all things never fail to bring me out of my comfort zone. I had been excited to be embarking on this latest trip with him, despite our circumstances…\n\nI ran as fast as my little legs allowed, but I knew I couldn’t keep up with one of our university’s running champions. My considerably smaller stature allowed me to weave in and out between folks in a less collision-prone manner, however. Still, the gate was still a long way away, and we were running very, very late.\n\n‘This is the final boarding call for passengers travelling on Oceanic Airlines Flight 93 to Santa Neptuna. Will any remaining passengers please proceed straight to Gate Number 31...’\n\n… … … \n\nI got there just as they were about to close the gate.\n\n‘Wait!’ I yelled at the gate agents, waving our boarding passes at them. The wombats turned to look at me and they all froze and stared, mouths open.\n\nI was used to it ‘cause I tended to attract that kind of attention wherever I went. I’m always at least a head taller than anyone else around, and that’s not counting the antlers. Not to mention (and I don’t want to brag or anything) ridiculously good-looking in a bright orange t-shirt and shorts that showed off my long toned legs. I get that it must have been hard not to stare.\n\nOh, and also at the time I was eight months pregnant with triplets. My belly was absurdly, absolutely, astronomically huge, a massive round orb filled to the brim with new life hanging off my lean athletic frame like I was some kind of fertility god. I was wearing the biggest most oversized shirt I could find and it still didn’t cover all of it.\n\nI reckoned the wombats were shocked I was even able to move at all, let alone run across the airport. ‘Sorry for the wait,’ I said sheepishly, handing (shoving) a boarding pass into their paws. ‘My friend’s just coming. He’s almost here I swear! There he is!’\n\nI pointed to a small pine marten in a black jacket and scarf, sprinting towards us. He dropped his laptop bag at my feet then collapsed next to it, absolutely knackered.\n\n‘Made it...’ he gasped.\n\nThe gate agents shook out of their daze and quickly scanned our boarding passes while I picked Oliver and his bag up off the floor and carried him on my back.\n\n‘What the…?’ my housemate protested wheezily. ‘Niels, put me down, I can walk. And you’re not supposed to be doing heavy lifting.’\n\n‘Well good thing you’re the lightest guy in the universe.’ I continued to jog down the sky bridge.\n\nThe pine marten opened his mouth about to argue back but he knew it was pointless. ‘… I… don’t know how you can still run…’\n\nI grinned. ‘You know, the last time you were this out of breath was the night you knocked me up.’\n\n‘Shut.’\n\nIt just sort of happened one night when we were cuddling up watching Webflix. We had just been dumped by our girlfriends and I suppose we were just desparate for any company. I didn’t plan on getting pregnant, but I had to say it was thrilling to risk it. Oliver was your perfectly lithe and soft twink and him trying his damnedest to impregnate me was the hottest thing ever.\n\nFinding out it was triplets though, well that was a lot to deal with. I didn’t know if I could handle being a dad of three straight out of uni. But Oliver reckoned he could. The guy was a genius and had a pretty lucrative job lined up and straight up told me I could be a full-time stay-at-home dad if I wanted to. We weren’t dating though. We agreed to stay housemates and coparent the triplets but I didn’t know if I saw the marten in that way and Oliver reckoned he was straight anyway.\n\nBut between the babies and Oliver’s new job starting neither of us would be able to go on holidays for a few years. So for a few months we went on holidays together, going to all sorts of places, trying to fit as much in as our time and budget allowed, and having a lot of sex. I loved riding him with his paws rubbing my growing belly or being on all fours with him thrusting inside me telling me he’s going to put another three in there. But you know, in a not gay way. No homo. Definitely weren’t dating. Nope.\n\nI was eight months and a bit over pregnant when I found last minute flights to Santa Neptuna for sale, just in time to make it to FantastiCon. It was a long flight and with me being so late in the pregnancy Oliver wasn’t sure about this one. But I asked very nicely and turned my charms up to eleven, puppy (fawny?) eyes, the works. And I knew he couldn’t ever say no when I put it on like that.\n\nAnyway we booked our flights leaving the next day. Then we made out on the couch, had sex, passed out, and woke up late the next day with bags still unpacked and the flight leaving in three hours. \n\nI learned later they shouldn’t even have allowed us on the plane technically. But we got there late and they were under pressure to get airborne, so they didn’t check. We got on thanks to our poor time management skills and Oceanic being greedy bastards. Go us!\n\nI put Oliver back down when we were stepping onto the plane. ‘Hey, told ya we’d make it,’ I said.\n\n‘Yeah we did,’ he said, grinning back.\n\nGetting down the aisle to our seat was difficult to say the least. I had to bend down otherwise my antlers would scrape the ceiling. The sides of my enormous belly were brushing up against the seats on either side. \n\nI got a lot of stares from the other passengers of course. A kid pointed at me and yelled loudly, ‘Mum that deer is HUGE! Look at this belly!’\n\nMum tried to hush the kid but I smiled and waved at him which sent him ballistic. Oliver looked like he wanted to crawl under the floor though.\n\nI part-shuffled, part-waddled, part-crawled all the way to our seats near the very back. The small marten went in the middle seat while I took the aisle seat, and I put the armrests up so I could have extra room.\n\nAn anthro roo crew member attended to me with the seatbelt extender I had to request but then said the most horrible thing. ‘Excuse me, the armrest has to be down for takeoff.’\n\nFuck, I had forgotten about that. I put the armrest back down and immediately felt the squeeze. The seat was very cramped, it wasn’t made for freakishly tall deers heavily pregnant with triplets that was for sure. Being a long leggy boy I had to basically fold myself to fit, hard at the best of times but I had my swollen baby bump in the way. My knees were pressed against my belly and my belly was pressed against the seat in front.\n\nMeanwhile, Oliver got talking to the red fox sitting in the window seat. I glanced over, he looked familiar.\n\nOliver recognised him. ‘Fraser, right? From first year nursing. I remember you from the Anime Club.’\n\n‘Yeah that’s right!’ The red fox beamed. ‘Second year now. Are you going to Fantasti… holy shit is that Niels?! Oliver what did you do to him?’\n\n‘Well, you know...’ Oliver said, deadpan, ‘when two daddies love each other very much...’\n\nI zoned out through the in-flight safety announcement and the take-off roll and Fraser loudly catching up with Oliver. I felt more and more uncomfortable and claustrophic and just wished we would take-off already. At least then I could lower the arm rest and steal some room from Oliver and not have to be crammed like this for the next fifteen hours. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the dull ache low in my back.\n\n… … …\n\nTakeoff was uneventful. Fraser and I were having a nice conversation, it was the first time we caught up since Niels and I graduated. I glanced over at the pregnant deer now and then. The poor guy looked so miserable strapped into that meagre seat.\n\nAs soon as the seatbelt sign was turned off the deer lowered the arm rests and scooted over to press himself up against me.\n\n‘Ooof! Watch it Niels you’re heavy!’\n\n‘Ahhhh thank goodness I can breathe and have any leg room. Also hey Fraser.’\n\n‘Hey Niels! The little ones treating you okay?’.\n\n‘Nah they’re feisty little bastards,’ he said with a grin. ‘It’s amazing how much they can move with so little room... Owww!’\n\n‘You alright?’ I asked.\n\n‘Yeah, just a cramp. I was practicing for my contortionist show at the circus just then as you saw.’ \n\nMy eyes narrowed.\n\n‘Dude, I’m fine. Trust. Anyway, Fraser, I heard you were talking shit about “Watashi no Hobakurafuto wa Unagi de Ippaidesu!”???\n\n‘Oh here we go...’\n\nSoon we were flying over open ocean. Nothing but endless expanses of water behind or ahead of us, all the way to our destination.\n\n\n[b]IN-FLIGHT[/b]\n\nThey started serving lunch. I couldn’t lower my tray table with my belly in the way, so I convinced the flight attendant to let me balance the tray on it. As usual I wolfed down the food, after all I was eating for four.\n\nI tried to get comfortable as best I could in the tight space. I put on my noise-cancelling headphones and my favourite history podcast but the ache in my lower body just wouldn’t go away and it was really starting to hurt.\n\nI went to the bathroom a lot. We lucked out and got a seat at the back of the plane near the bathrooms. It was still an effort to get up and squeezed and twisted myself into the door especially with the cramps getting worse and worse and my belly sitting really low in my pelvis. Inside the bathroom my tall and gravid figure filled up the entire space and I could barely move. \n\nOn the last of those trips, I thought to take a good look at myself in the tiny bathroom mirror, lifting up my t-shirt to expose my bare chest and belly. My heavy, swollen abdomen dominated the view. I had grown so big that my belly fur had thinned out and there were red angry-looking stretch marks all over it. It was a striking contrast to the rest of my figure which was still lean and fit, except my hips had widened some and my nipples were raised up on mounds that felt full and sore to the touch. I pressed around one of my nipples and milk sprayed out.\n\n‘Man, I’m looking really ripe huh…’ I rubbed my belly. ‘I can’t wait to meet you guys.’\n\nJust as I said that I felt another cramp, the hardest one so far. ‘Ooooooh...’ I moaned, gripping the bathroom sink as I rode it out, when I felt liquids gushed out from between my legs, soaking my shorts and dripping down onto the floor.\n\n…\n\nI was in the middle of a particularly engrossing chapter of Stars All The Way Down when Niels returned to our seats.\n\n‘So ummm, don’t panic.’ the usually boisterous deer spoke in an uncharacteristic whisper. ‘My water broke.’\n\nI dropped the book. ‘WHAT?’\n\n‘Shhhh shhhhhhh shhhhhh it’s okay, we’ll be fine, I can hold them in… I think… owww!’\n\nI noticed him wince. ‘Niels, was that a contraction just now?’\n\n‘Ahhh… it might have been one of those false ones?’\n\n‘Niels your water broke! That’s not a false contraction!’\n\n‘Holy shit,’ the red fox in the window seat piped up, helpfully.\n\n‘Ohmigod Oliver shhhhhhhhhhushhh the entire plane’s gonna know’\n\nI noticed the other passengers around us shuffling nervously in their seats. \n\nI rolled my eyes. ‘I don’t think that’s the important thing right now. How far apart are the contractions?’\n\n‘I… uhm well, I haven’t been timing them. I honestly thought I was cramping from being stuffed into this tiny seat, or like maybe I slept wrong last night on the couch?’\n\n‘Slept wrong?’\n\n‘Yeah I felt cramps this morning when I woke up.’\n\nI facepawed. ‘Nielssss..’\n\n‘I didn’t wanna miss the flight!’\n\nI wanted to tell him off for being a moron, for being so reckless and risking his and the babies’ safety. But my eyes met his, and I saw something in them that I had never seen before. His usually sparkling blue eyes were now clouded with fear. Scolding him wouldn’t have helped matters.\n\n‘Well,’ I said instead, ‘we have to tell the flight attendants.’\n\nI saw the roo crew member from before and waved to her. ‘Hey, excuse me. My friend’s in labour. Is there umm, some way you can assist him?’\n\n‘Oh,’ she said. A pause. ‘I will inform the captain and she will decide if we divert to another airport. However, I can tell you that at this point in the flight the nearest airport able to handle an airliner of this size is Santa Neptuna six hours away. And unfortunately we are not trained or equipped to deliver babies onboard. We will ask if there is a doctor or nurse on board who may be able to assist.’\n\n‘I see...’ I frowned, processing her response. I was hoping the cabin crew would be trained for this sort of situation.\n\nThe deer suddenly clutched his belly, his eyes clenched shut. ‘Is that another contraction?’\n\n‘Arghh… yeah and it hurts like hell.’\n\nI checked my watch. ‘The last contraction was only three minutes ago. That’s… fast.’ Too fast. That meant he was closer to the pushing stage than I would have liked.\n\nThere was an announcement for doctors, nurses, or anyone with any skill in delivering babies. It turned out that my nursing student friend Fraser was the most qualified person on the plane. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. It was a full flight, and we were faced with the possibility of delivering triplets practically on our own.\n\nI was starting to panic myself. ‘Shit… man, we’re so fucked.’\n\n‘Hey hey hey…’ the labouring deer put his arms around me. ‘We’ll manage! We watched all those birth videos that must count for something!’ He sounded almost cheerful. ‘And Fraser’s here! Fraser with the, ummm credit average and lots of knowledge about magical girls and uhhh what kind of nursing are you studying again?’\n\n‘Aged care.’\n\n‘Perfect! See, we’ve got this. Owww! Contraction!’\n\nI felt pathetic. Niels was the one giving birth here. I should be comforting him not the other way around.\n\n‘Gaaarghhh! Fuck!!’ Niels suddenly gripped the seat in front of him, pressing his head against it, groaning like a wounded animal. His whole body was shaking. The contractions must be getting really painful.\n\nI put my paws on his shoulders in an attempt to offer some reassurance, any reassurance. ‘Hey man, you’re doing great. And I’ll be right beside you while you do this, okay?’\n\n‘Nnnghhh… thanks daddy.’\n\nOf course. Those were my babies he was carrying. I was going to be a dad. Even after all those months of travelling together, I could pretend that Niels was still just my best friend and housemate who just happened to be pregnant. Suddenly things were getting real. We were going to have three kids to raise together. Everything was going to be different now.\n\nNiels’ cries got louder and louder until he was outright screaming. ‘AAAAAAHH!!’ I put my arms around him, trying my best to soothe him, knowing he was going through the worst pains of his life because of me. I felt so useless. \n\nWhile all this was happening, the other passengers on the plane were understandably unnerved. An angry-looking meerkat emerged from the front of the plane and pointed accusingly at us.\n\n‘What’s going on back here?! Stop it with the screaming!’\n\nI hollered back, incensed on my housemate’s behalf. ‘He’s giving birth you prick!’\n\n‘And you freaks are ruining my holiday!’\n\nA cacophony of noise erupted. A few others were now up from their seats and yelling across the cabin. Some were in support of the meerkat asshole, while others seemed to be defending us. Honestly, I didn’t comprehend much of what was being said. I was too emotionally charged. Blood was pounding in my ears.\n\n‘How about you mind your own fucking business!’\n\n‘You’re the most inconsiderate people I’ve ever met! They shouldn’t have let you on the plane! This should be illegal!’\n\n‘Sir… everyone, please return to your seat...’\n\n‘They shouldn’t be letting faggots like you breed!’\n\n‘YOU WANNA SAY THAT AGAIN TO MY FIST??’\n\n‘Oliver… he’s coming...’\n\n‘ALL PASSENGERS RETURN TO YOUR SEATS THIS INSTANT I’VE FOUGHT OFF HIJACKERS YOU DO [u]NOT[/u] WANT TO TRY ME’\n\n‘AAAAAAAHH!! OLIVER!!’\n\n‘Niels?’\n\n‘Oliver take my shorts off, I have to push!’\n\n… … …\n\nOliver hurriedly pulled my shorts down while I gave into the overwhelming urge and pushed.\n\nThe atmosphere in the cabin was tense after the shouting match. I didn’t care. I just focused on getting my baby fawn out.\n\nI didn’t feel the baby move for the first few pushes. There was just a lot of pressure and pain building up down there, but it felt good to obey my instincts and bore down. I felt like I was doing something.\n\nAfter about half an hour (but felt like an eternity) I finally felt the first baby started to inch out. I thought the pain was bad then, it escalated tenfold now. I persevered through the ever more ferocious contractions.\n\nThe baby moving down to fill my birth canal was putting pressure on my prostate and made my cock painfully hard. In the middle of a push I came paws-free painting the backrest of the seat in front in white jizz.\n\n‘Huff… well that was a kind of pain relief...’.\n\nIt didn’t last though. The contractions were getting more intense still. ‘AAAAAHHH!!’ I screamed as my womb squeezed hard. It was my own body demanding that I get my babies out now.\n\nAs I worked my baby towards my opening I realised I didn’t have enough room. The seats were simply too cramped. I couldn’t push him out like this.\n\n‘Look guys, here’s the plan, I’m gonna sit with my legs in the aisle. Fraser you kneel down there. Oliver, get behind me.’\n\nIt sounded as good a plan as any to the other two. I shuffled around so my feet were in the aisle, my legs spreaded as far apart as I could manage and my opening was over the edge of the seat.\n\nI had my everything down there on full display to the rest of the plane now. Most of the other passengers nearby looked away except for one youngish rabbit guy sitting in the aisle seat opposite me. He couldn’t keep his eyes off me and looked utterly mortified.\n\n‘Sorry dude,’ I rasped, ‘you’re gonna get a front row seat to the action so maybe look away.’\n\nHe didn’t. ‘I’ve warned you,’ I said, feeling another contraction surging.\n\nHe put his paws on his own belly and stuttered, ‘I’m… three months along. This… this is gonna be me in six months?’\n\n‘Yeah man, get used to it… sorry, have to push… hhhhhhh… gaaaaahhh!!’\n\nI pushed for another full hour, screamed my lungs out and came twice more before I felt the fawn starting to bulge at my opening. The intense unyielding pressure down there was joined by a growing burning sensation around my opening as the baby’s head prised it wide.\n\nAnd I was starting to get tired. I was panting hard like I had just ran an intense race. Already this was the hardest work-out I had ever done, I wasn’t done with the first yet and I still had to do it two more times.\n\nOliver the marten who put the triplets inside me tried his best to be supportive birth partner, massaging me, whispering encouragements in my ear, and giving me his paws to squeeze.\n\n‘Ow! Ow! Don’t squeeze so hard that hurts!’\n\nI gave him the universal look for ‘Seriously?’ He got the point and let me squeezed his paws as much as I wanted.\n\nThe next hour was agonising and frustrating. The baby was right there, I could feel the top of his fuzzy head. But he was tightly wedged behind my opening and stubbornly refused to budge.\n\nI struggled, pushing with one grueling contraction after another, the head would inched forward a little and stretched me more before going back inside when I stopped pushing.\n\n‘Arghh… Oliver, you’re tiny how come your babies are so big’\n\n‘Well obviously they’re taking after their other dad.’\n\n‘I was tall but I was all lean muscle, you made this this big… nnnnggghhhh!! God it hurts so fucking bad!’\n\nI changed positions a little, pulling my legs up so my belly was between my thighs and pushed hard. Oliver gave me little kisses on the neck while I crushed his paws. Fraser was between my legs excitedly encouraging me.\n\n‘That’s it Niels! You’re stretching nicely. \n\n‘AAAAAAAAAHH!! GOD! IT’S BURNING!!’ I thought I was about to black out.\n\n‘Good job Niels! You got a lot of the head out. Big strong pushes again just like the last one.’\n\n‘Come on kid… give your dad a break and be born already...’\n\n\n[b]ARRIVAL[/b]\n\n‘AAAHHH!! It fucking burns! I hate this I don’t wanna feel this make it stop!’\n\n‘You’re crowning Niels,’ said Fraser, the red fox kneeling between my legs ready to catch the baby. ‘You’ve almost birthed the first baby… I think.’ \n\nThe contractions were coming right on top of each other now. I barely had a breather before the next pains and my body ordered me to keep pushing.\n\n‘GAAAHHHH!!’ The baby’s head stretched me wider. It felt like I was being ripped apart.\n\nI reached down shakily to touch my baby’s head. The orb wedged tight in my spreaded hole felt wet and fuzzy and absolutely enormous. Surely I was almost done with him. I don’t think I could stretch any more.\n\nNext contraction I grabbed my thighs and pulled them up and spreaded them as far apart as I could and [i]pushed[/i]. I tried to put all of my energy into pushing and not scream as the pain got worse and worse until I felt the fuzzy head slip out with a wet plop.\n\n‘Head’s out! Stop Niels stop pushing! I need to check the cord give me a second.’\n\nI held back, my protective instinct resisting my muscles screaming at me to get the baby out.\n\n‘Okay Niels you’re good, go go go!’\n\n‘Hnnnnnghhh!!’ I resumed pushing with the vengence, feeling the shoulders tightly turned and squeezed painfully through my opening. It stung bad and I couldn’t keep quiet and let out a loud scream.\n\n‘AAAAAAAAAAHH!! GET HIM OUT!’\n\nOliver reached out from behind and grabbed my legs and kept them open while Fraser held my baby as his shoulders emerged. I felt a little bit of pulling and then a sudden relief of pressure and a sharp cry as Fraser tugged my baby free from my body.\n\n‘Oh my god he’s out! He’s actually out!’ I slumped back against Oliver while Fraser put the little squirming boy on my chest.\n\nHe looked just like a tiny version of Oliver if he was a fawn and he was perfect. I knew everything would be just fine and I would love and cherish my little boy forever.\n\n‘Hello little guy! Ewww you’re all slimy!’\n\n‘Th.. they do be like that,’ said Oliver between sniffles. I was tearing up too. We held each other for a moment looking on at our firstborn in wonder.\n\n‘Look at him. We made this Olly.’\n\nThere were some applauses and congratulations sent our way from the other passengers. I did a little nod and a wave.\n\n‘Thank you thank you,’ I put on my best performer voice which sounded like I had just ran a marathon. ‘Do y’all want an encore? Well too bad you’re getting two!’\n\nThat one got a bit of a laugh but also some groans. ‘Oh folks believe me I wish I had a choice.’ That got a few more laughs.\n\n‘Congrats dads,’ said Fraser, still sitting between my legs half-hidden by my still-gigantic belly. ‘So what’s his name?’\n\nOliver answered. “We uhh don’t actually have one.’\n\n‘Yeah we were really indecisive about names… Fraser do you have any ideas???’\n\n‘Me???’\n\n‘Him???’\n\n‘Well yeah he caught he kid so he gets naming rights.’\n\n‘What?! The baby literally looks like me don’t I get a say?’\n\n‘You had eight months and you still haven’t decided! Nah I did all the work and I say Fraser got dibs.’\n\n‘In that case I’m catching the next one. Fraser, you and I swap.’\n\n‘Geez you’ve put me on the spot Niels. Now I’ve got to think of a name… fuck...’\n\n‘Language!’ I put on a gasp and covered my baby’s ears. ‘Not in front of my kid… Ow! Cunt!’ The contractions were starting up again. ‘I think his brothers want out now.’\n\n… … … \n\nWe shuffled around so now I was kneeling in the aisle between Niels' legs and Fraser was supporting his back. Niels had our first kid on his chest, still connected to his birthing dad by his umblical cord. The baby was a hungry boy and eagerly latched onto Niels’ nipples to feed as the deer started pushing again.\n\nThe contractions quickly resumed their previous intensity. I could see the deer was quite fatigue; he had already been pushing for over three hours. Niels was moaned and groaned but he wasn't screaming like before, he knew now to conserve his energy for his pushes. It was clearly still very painful though. His face was scrunched up and tears wetted his face as he slowly, agonisingly worked our second baby out.\n\nIt was incredibly hot to see him at his most primal, his body heaving with effort to bear down and give birth, his purple fur growing damp with sweat, his long toned legs shaking with the intensity of it all. The way he arched his back and groaned gutterally as a contraction surged, his facial expressions twisted from exertion. Seeing his hard cock twitch and drip with precum from the immense pressure the baby was putting down there as he was squeezed out, his opening bulging with the baby's head and slowly being pried open from the inside.\n\nAll the while with the knowledge that I did this; I made this this handsome athlete deer full and swollen and birthing. My cock was rock solid and wetting my underwear with pre; the slightest breeze would have made me spurt. I knew then that I wouldn't let this be the last time, that I was going to knock him up and make him swollen and admire him and watch him give birth again and again.\n\nThe deer came again as the baby crowned, his cock throbbing hard and shooting sperm in my face while he moaned loudly. I couldn't hold back anymore; I put a paw down there to surreptitiously rubbed my cock through my pants and brought myself over the edge. It was one of the hardest orgasm I ever had and it took great restraint to keep myself silent through it. Eventually I opened my eyes again and looked up, hoping no one else had noticed, only to see Fraser peeking out behind Niels giving me a knowing look and sly grin. I wanted to burrow through the plane's floor and fall into the Pacific Ocean.\n\nNiels' moans reached a crescendo as the baby crowned fully and the burning around his opening returned with a vengence. Still, he kept himself from screaming; gritting his teeth and pushing hard. I recovered from my mortal embarrassment and started tearing up again as I watched my second son slowly emerged, first his little floppy ears, then eyes and a tiny muzzle; the fawn had inherited his pink hair from me and blond fur the colour of Niels' hair.\n\n'Nghhhh! Fuck, so close...' rasped the deer. He had been pushing for close to four hours by this point and he was exhausted.\n\nI got up and gave him a kiss for encouragement. 'You've got this. His head's out Niel, he's beautiful. You're almost there.'\n\n'Yeah... here he comes! Oliver, catch!'\n\n'I got him.' I kneeled back down as Niels pushed the shoulders out, followed by the rest of the baby's body tumbling into my waiting paws.\n\nMy second son greeted the world with a sharp cry. I held him up for the birthing deer to see.\n\n‘H… hey… you’re a handsome little guy aren’t cha?’ Niels nudged the baby on his chest. ‘Say hello to your little bro.’ The fawn responded with a soft mewl. \n\n‘Two down, one to go.’ \n\n‘Yeah he wasn’t as bad as the first one. I could get used to this.’\n\n‘You reckon?’\n\n‘You’re looking at me with that face again.’\n\n‘What face?’\n\n‘The I-can’t-wait-to-impregnate-him-again face. I see that bulge and wet spot on your pants.’. The deer winked.\n\nIf I wasn’t holding a baby I’d run to the bathroom and hide there forever.\n\n… … …\n\nI laid down across the seats on my sides with my head on the window seat and my legs hanging over the aisle screaming into an airline-issued pillow as the contractions pummelled me.\n\nThe third kid was being stubborn like his eldest brother and refusing to move down my birth canal any more even as I was whimpering and writhing in agony. Fraser and Oliver were standing in the aisle awkwardly holding a baby each with their umblical cords still leading back into my opening. \n\n‘This is your captain speaking. We will be commencing our descent into Santa Neptuna shortly. I must stress to all of you to follow the instructions of the cabin crew. Different arrangements may be made for passengers with, uh, special needs. We thank you for your understanding and cooperation in ensuring a safe and smooth landing.’\n\n‘We’re almost there Niels, do you reckon…’\n\n‘Nah,’ I grunted through the pain, ‘I [i]need[/i] to push.’\n\nMy belly was still huge and the last baby felt like the biggest of the lot as he moved down my birth canal. It felt different too, like it wasn’t a head that was moving down. I lifted one of my legs on instinct as my opening started to bulge out.\n\n‘Fraser, can you check? Something feels off’\n\nThe fox looked between my legs and checked me with his fingers. ‘I think he’s coming out butt-first Niels.’\n\n‘He’s breech? That’s why it hurts different… Nnnnghhh. Aaaaaah!!!’\n\nI kept pushing. I was beyond exhausted and the pain was excruciating, but I was so close to the finish line. I pushed lying down on my side for maybe half an hour pressing on my belly with one paw and keeping one leg up with another. I let myself scream, I knew I should be saving my energy but I didn’t care, it just hurt so goddamn much. Meanwhile the plane started to gradually descend. \n\nEventually I felt my opening starting to stretch. ‘I can see his butt Niels,’ said Fraser. ‘He’s got a lot of blond fur.’\n\n‘Ghhhhh!!! He’s so… fucking… [i]big[/i]…’\n\nI got his long marten tail out but his butt remained stuck in my opening no matter how hard I pushed.\n\n‘I… I need to change positions.’ I got up awkwardly with a baby wedged in my opening and shuffled into the aisle. I stood with my legs spreaded and held onto the backrest of my seat and pushed, hoping gravity would help. It seemed to be working, I felt the tiniest of movement. It wasn’t much but I was hoping onto any hope at this point.\n\nThe seatbelt sign flashed on. The flight attendants made sure everyone returned to their seats with their seatbelts fastened, then they got to us. ‘Uh… the two of you,’ the roo flight attendant pointed to Oliver and Fraser, ‘we’d prefer that you are seated. As for you, the deer...’\n\n‘I have a baby’s butt hanging out of me right now, can I stay standing up.’\n\n‘Just… hold on carefully the backrest in case things get bumpy.’\n\nOliver sat in my seat holding our second born and Fraser with the other baby sat in the seat opposite mine, swapping with the pregnant rabbit guy who went to sit in Fraser’s window seat and avoided looking back our way for the rest of the flight.\n\n‘I can’t do it,’ I gasped. My voice was shredded. I was in so much pain, I was so tired, my body was on the verge of collapse. And my son remained stuck still counting on me to give birth to him.\n\nI couldn’t give up now.\n\nFirst I needed some pain relief. ‘Oliver, jerk me off.’\n\n‘WHAT?’ He looked around at the plane packed full of people.\n\n‘Olly they’ve already seen me birth two babies and came like five times and you pawing yourself off. Jerk me off… Fraser can you take the kid off Olly? Have you got enough paws?’\n\n‘Yeah I should do.’\n\n‘Thanks… nnghhhhh’ I gripped the backrest and bore down hard, pouring the last of my energy into getting my baby out. I bended my knees, gyrated my hips, trying to shake the stuck baby loose.\n\nOliver had both paws stroking my cock and cupping my balls. The pleasure didn’t drown out the pain, not even close, but it was just enough. I came hard, my balls still managing to produce shots that splattered all over the pine marten.\n\n‘Hhhhhh… don’t… don’t stop...’ I managed to stammer as I kept pushing hard. I felt my baby move down steadily, painfully, little by little. ‘Aaah fuck… nnnnhhhh!! Ahhh!’ I felt my baby’s torso squeezed tightly through my burning opening, his legs swinging free, then his arms.\n\nI squatted down, reaching to grab hold of my baby and pulling lightly while giving a desparate last push everything I had left. His head was huge, searing pain and pressure escalated and threatened to knock me out as it stretched me to my widest point.\n\n‘Unnnnnnnhhhh!! Noo!! Come [i]out[/i]! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!’\n\nI felt my consciousness fading and my legs going weak just before the head fully birthed with a gush of fluids.\n\nI had just enough presence of mind to steady myself and brought my third son up to my chest and the blond-furred purple-haired marten kit started to cry.\n\nA couple of seconds later, the plane touched down. \n\nPeople clapped, whether it was for me, for the pilots, or just relieved that the flight was over, I didn’t know. I was too spent to do a jokey speech this time, I just weakly waved with my free arm.\n\nOliver kissed me. We kissed for a long moment. ‘He’s beautiful Niels…’ he said when we broke the kiss. ‘They all are. You were so strong. I love you.’\n\n‘I love you too Olly.’\n\n… … …\n\n‘This is your captain speaking and welcome to Santa Neptuna. It is just after 7am and 15 degrees outside and you can look forward to a nice sunny day. Please remain seated with your seatbelt fastened until we come to a complete stop at the gate. We thank you for flying with us today, and thank you for your patience. As you know we have had some drama in the cabin and ended up with three extra passengers than when we took off. From the crew and all of us at Oceanic Airlines we wish the little ones and the new parents the best. Ground crews have been informed of your situation and will attend to you once we arrive at the gate.’\n\n‘Wooo! Thank you captain!’ Niels hollered back with as much volume and enthusiasm as he was able to muster, which was understandably not much.\n\nWe remained on the plane for a while, Niels and I, plus Fraser, tending to the newborns and generally just recovering from the whole ordeal. We were soon at the gate; parademics got on the plane while the cabin crew ensured everyone else disembarked in as quick and orderly fashion as possible. The parademics checked Niels and the babies, cleaned them up, cut the cords, and helped delivered the placentas. Despite everything dad and triplets were all doing well, and I couldn’t be more thankful for that.\n\nThey offered Niels a wheelchair. I thought he was going to be stubborn like usual, and insisted on walking, but he took the chair. I wheeled him out into the terminal, the deer holding our two younger boys while Fraser followed carrying our eldest in his arms. \n\n‘Well… our travel plans are going have to change a little bit.’ Niels quipped.\n\n‘Look, after all I’ve been through with you guys, I’m happy to help babysit,’ offered Fraser.\n\nI was touched by the gesture. ‘Thanks Fraser but we don’t wanna imp-’\n\n‘Thanks Fraser you’re a champ! Oliver, wanna go on a date?’\n\n‘But we’re not dating...’ I paused. ‘You know what, fuck it. Niels, I’m in love with you. Do you want to go out with me?’\n\n‘I think you were supposed to ask me that [i]before[/i] we had three kids.’\n\n‘Yeah… we might have done this in the wrong order.’\n\nNiels laughed. ‘Hey Fraser, tell my boyfriend he’s a silly little marten.’","writing_bbcode_parsed":"‘Oliver, you know how you said you wouldn’t mind if we kept sharing a place after graduating? I’m thinking like maybe we could use a bigger place…?’

‘Well I’m happy to swap with you and let you have the bigger room. As you know, the job I’m looking at requires me to be on site and lot and I probably won’t have-’

‘Oliver I’m pregnant.’

‘C… Congrats! I think…? I’m assuming from what you said you’re keeping it? Who’s the daddy?’

...

‘Oh.’


DEPARTURE

Bearbrass Airport was bustling. It was mid-winter in the southern hemisphere, and the terminal was packed with anthros of all kinds jetting off to warmer destinations.

A dash of colour raced ahead of me down the concourse, zigzagging through the throngs of holidaymakers. The blurred shape brushed past a startled wallaby at the end of a line for coffee, knocking him off balance.

‘Oi! What the fuck?!’

‘Sorry!’ the culprit yelled back as he kept running. A very tall anthro deer with light purple fur and a mop of messy blond hair waved an apologetic paw in the wallaby’s direction over the head of the other furs around him. He ran into a couple more folks as he did so, apologising a couple more times while not breaking his stride.

That was my housemate Niels. Trudging behind him was me, a pine marten with off-white fur and salmon pink hair. We’re a study in contrasts. He’s tall, I’m short. He’s loud and extroverted, I’m bookish and reserved. He’s outgoing and athletic, I avoid sunlight.

Even so, we had been spending a few months travelling together. He’s a fantastic travel companion; his infectious curiosity and enthusiasm for all things never fail to bring me out of my comfort zone. I had been excited to be embarking on this latest trip with him, despite our circumstances…

I ran as fast as my little legs allowed, but I knew I couldn’t keep up with one of our university’s running champions. My considerably smaller stature allowed me to weave in and out between folks in a less collision-prone manner, however. Still, the gate was still a long way away, and we were running very, very late.

‘This is the final boarding call for passengers travelling on Oceanic Airlines Flight 93 to Santa Neptuna. Will any remaining passengers please proceed straight to Gate Number 31...’

… … …

I got there just as they were about to close the gate.

‘Wait!’ I yelled at the gate agents, waving our boarding passes at them. The wombats turned to look at me and they all froze and stared, mouths open.

I was used to it ‘cause I tended to attract that kind of attention wherever I went. I’m always at least a head taller than anyone else around, and that’s not counting the antlers. Not to mention (and I don’t want to brag or anything) ridiculously good-looking in a bright orange t-shirt and shorts that showed off my long toned legs. I get that it must have been hard not to stare.

Oh, and also at the time I was eight months pregnant with triplets. My belly was absurdly, absolutely, astronomically huge, a massive round orb filled to the brim with new life hanging off my lean athletic frame like I was some kind of fertility god. I was wearing the biggest most oversized shirt I could find and it still didn’t cover all of it.

I reckoned the wombats were shocked I was even able to move at all, let alone run across the airport. ‘Sorry for the wait,’ I said sheepishly, handing (shoving) a boarding pass into their paws. ‘My friend’s just coming. He’s almost here I swear! There he is!’

I pointed to a small pine marten in a black jacket and scarf, sprinting towards us. He dropped his laptop bag at my feet then collapsed next to it, absolutely knackered.

‘Made it...’ he gasped.

The gate agents shook out of their daze and quickly scanned our boarding passes while I picked Oliver and his bag up off the floor and carried him on my back.

‘What the…?’ my housemate protested wheezily. ‘Niels, put me down, I can walk. And you’re not supposed to be doing heavy lifting.’

‘Well good thing you’re the lightest guy in the universe.’ I continued to jog down the sky bridge.

The pine marten opened his mouth about to argue back but he knew it was pointless. ‘… I… don’t know how you can still run…’

I grinned. ‘You know, the last time you were this out of breath was the night you knocked me up.’

‘Shut.’

It just sort of happened one night when we were cuddling up watching Webflix. We had just been dumped by our girlfriends and I suppose we were just desparate for any company. I didn’t plan on getting pregnant, but I had to say it was thrilling to risk it. Oliver was your perfectly lithe and soft twink and him trying his damnedest to impregnate me was the hottest thing ever.

Finding out it was triplets though, well that was a lot to deal with. I didn’t know if I could handle being a dad of three straight out of uni. But Oliver reckoned he could. The guy was a genius and had a pretty lucrative job lined up and straight up told me I could be a full-time stay-at-home dad if I wanted to. We weren’t dating though. We agreed to stay housemates and coparent the triplets but I didn’t know if I saw the marten in that way and Oliver reckoned he was straight anyway.

But between the babies and Oliver’s new job starting neither of us would be able to go on holidays for a few years. So for a few months we went on holidays together, going to all sorts of places, trying to fit as much in as our time and budget allowed, and having a lot of sex. I loved riding him with his paws rubbing my growing belly or being on all fours with him thrusting inside me telling me he’s going to put another three in there. But you know, in a not gay way. No homo. Definitely weren’t dating. Nope.

I was eight months and a bit over pregnant when I found last minute flights to Santa Neptuna for sale, just in time to make it to FantastiCon. It was a long flight and with me being so late in the pregnancy Oliver wasn’t sure about this one. But I asked very nicely and turned my charms up to eleven, puppy (fawny?) eyes, the works. And I knew he couldn’t ever say no when I put it on like that.

Anyway we booked our flights leaving the next day. Then we made out on the couch, had sex, passed out, and woke up late the next day with bags still unpacked and the flight leaving in three hours.

I learned later they shouldn’t even have allowed us on the plane technically. But we got there late and they were under pressure to get airborne, so they didn’t check. We got on thanks to our poor time management skills and Oceanic being greedy bastards. Go us!

I put Oliver back down when we were stepping onto the plane. ‘Hey, told ya we’d make it,’ I said.

‘Yeah we did,’ he said, grinning back.

Getting down the aisle to our seat was difficult to say the least. I had to bend down otherwise my antlers would scrape the ceiling. The sides of my enormous belly were brushing up against the seats on either side.

I got a lot of stares from the other passengers of course. A kid pointed at me and yelled loudly, ‘Mum that deer is HUGE! Look at this belly!’

Mum tried to hush the kid but I smiled and waved at him which sent him ballistic. Oliver looked like he wanted to crawl under the floor though.

I part-shuffled, part-waddled, part-crawled all the way to our seats near the very back. The small marten went in the middle seat while I took the aisle seat, and I put the armrests up so I could have extra room.

An anthro roo crew member attended to me with the seatbelt extender I had to request but then said the most horrible thing. ‘Excuse me, the armrest has to be down for takeoff.’

Fuck, I had forgotten about that. I put the armrest back down and immediately felt the squeeze. The seat was very cramped, it wasn’t made for freakishly tall deers heavily pregnant with triplets that was for sure. Being a long leggy boy I had to basically fold myself to fit, hard at the best of times but I had my swollen baby bump in the way. My knees were pressed against my belly and my belly was pressed against the seat in front.

Meanwhile, Oliver got talking to the red fox sitting in the window seat. I glanced over, he looked familiar.

Oliver recognised him. ‘Fraser, right? From first year nursing. I remember you from the Anime Club.’

‘Yeah that’s right!’ The red fox beamed. ‘Second year now. Are you going to Fantasti… holy shit is that Niels?! Oliver what did you do to him?’

‘Well, you know...’ Oliver said, deadpan, ‘when two daddies love each other very much...’

I zoned out through the in-flight safety announcement and the take-off roll and Fraser loudly catching up with Oliver. I felt more and more uncomfortable and claustrophic and just wished we would take-off already. At least then I could lower the arm rest and steal some room from Oliver and not have to be crammed like this for the next fifteen hours. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the dull ache low in my back.

… … …

Takeoff was uneventful. Fraser and I were having a nice conversation, it was the first time we caught up since Niels and I graduated. I glanced over at the pregnant deer now and then. The poor guy looked so miserable strapped into that meagre seat.

As soon as the seatbelt sign was turned off the deer lowered the arm rests and scooted over to press himself up against me.

‘Ooof! Watch it Niels you’re heavy!’

‘Ahhhh thank goodness I can breathe and have any leg room. Also hey Fraser.’

‘Hey Niels! The little ones treating you okay?’.

‘Nah they’re feisty little bastards,’ he said with a grin. ‘It’s amazing how much they can move with so little room... Owww!’

‘You alright?’ I asked.

‘Yeah, just a cramp. I was practicing for my contortionist show at the circus just then as you saw.’

My eyes narrowed.

‘Dude, I’m fine. Trust. Anyway, Fraser, I heard you were talking shit about “Watashi no Hobakurafuto wa Unagi de Ippaidesu!”???

‘Oh here we go...’

Soon we were flying over open ocean. Nothing but endless expanses of water behind or ahead of us, all the way to our destination.


IN-FLIGHT

They started serving lunch. I couldn’t lower my tray table with my belly in the way, so I convinced the flight attendant to let me balance the tray on it. As usual I wolfed down the food, after all I was eating for four.

I tried to get comfortable as best I could in the tight space. I put on my noise-cancelling headphones and my favourite history podcast but the ache in my lower body just wouldn’t go away and it was really starting to hurt.

I went to the bathroom a lot. We lucked out and got a seat at the back of the plane near the bathrooms. It was still an effort to get up and squeezed and twisted myself into the door especially with the cramps getting worse and worse and my belly sitting really low in my pelvis. Inside the bathroom my tall and gravid figure filled up the entire space and I could barely move.

On the last of those trips, I thought to take a good look at myself in the tiny bathroom mirror, lifting up my t-shirt to expose my bare chest and belly. My heavy, swollen abdomen dominated the view. I had grown so big that my belly fur had thinned out and there were red angry-looking stretch marks all over it. It was a striking contrast to the rest of my figure which was still lean and fit, except my hips had widened some and my nipples were raised up on mounds that felt full and sore to the touch. I pressed around one of my nipples and milk sprayed out.

‘Man, I’m looking really ripe huh…’ I rubbed my belly. ‘I can’t wait to meet you guys.’

Just as I said that I felt another cramp, the hardest one so far. ‘Ooooooh...’ I moaned, gripping the bathroom sink as I rode it out, when I felt liquids gushed out from between my legs, soaking my shorts and dripping down onto the floor.

…

I was in the middle of a particularly engrossing chapter of Stars All The Way Down when Niels returned to our seats.

‘So ummm, don’t panic.’ the usually boisterous deer spoke in an uncharacteristic whisper. ‘My water broke.’

I dropped the book. ‘WHAT?’

‘Shhhh shhhhhhh shhhhhh it’s okay, we’ll be fine, I can hold them in… I think… owww!’

I noticed him wince. ‘Niels, was that a contraction just now?’

‘Ahhh… it might have been one of those false ones?’

‘Niels your water broke! That’s not a false contraction!’

‘Holy shit,’ the red fox in the window seat piped up, helpfully.

‘Ohmigod Oliver shhhhhhhhhhushhh the entire plane’s gonna know’

I noticed the other passengers around us shuffling nervously in their seats.

I rolled my eyes. ‘I don’t think that’s the important thing right now. How far apart are the contractions?’

‘I… uhm well, I haven’t been timing them. I honestly thought I was cramping from being stuffed into this tiny seat, or like maybe I slept wrong last night on the couch?’

‘Slept wrong?’

‘Yeah I felt cramps this morning when I woke up.’

I facepawed. ‘Nielssss..’

‘I didn’t wanna miss the flight!’

I wanted to tell him off for being a moron, for being so reckless and risking his and the babies’ safety. But my eyes met his, and I saw something in them that I had never seen before. His usually sparkling blue eyes were now clouded with fear. Scolding him wouldn’t have helped matters.

‘Well,’ I said instead, ‘we have to tell the flight attendants.’

I saw the roo crew member from before and waved to her. ‘Hey, excuse me. My friend’s in labour. Is there umm, some way you can assist him?’

‘Oh,’ she said. A pause. ‘I will inform the captain and she will decide if we divert to another airport. However, I can tell you that at this point in the flight the nearest airport able to handle an airliner of this size is Santa Neptuna six hours away. And unfortunately we are not trained or equipped to deliver babies onboard. We will ask if there is a doctor or nurse on board who may be able to assist.’

‘I see...’ I frowned, processing her response. I was hoping the cabin crew would be trained for this sort of situation.

The deer suddenly clutched his belly, his eyes clenched shut. ‘Is that another contraction?’

‘Arghh… yeah and it hurts like hell.’

I checked my watch. ‘The last contraction was only three minutes ago. That’s… fast.’ Too fast. That meant he was closer to the pushing stage than I would have liked.

There was an announcement for doctors, nurses, or anyone with any skill in delivering babies. It turned out that my nursing student friend Fraser was the most qualified person on the plane. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. It was a full flight, and we were faced with the possibility of delivering triplets practically on our own.

I was starting to panic myself. ‘Shit… man, we’re so fucked.’

‘Hey hey hey…’ the labouring deer put his arms around me. ‘We’ll manage! We watched all those birth videos that must count for something!’ He sounded almost cheerful. ‘And Fraser’s here! Fraser with the, ummm credit average and lots of knowledge about magical girls and uhhh what kind of nursing are you studying again?’

‘Aged care.’

‘Perfect! See, we’ve got this. Owww! Contraction!’

I felt pathetic. Niels was the one giving birth here. I should be comforting him not the other way around.

‘Gaaarghhh! Fuck!!’ Niels suddenly gripped the seat in front of him, pressing his head against it, groaning like a wounded animal. His whole body was shaking. The contractions must be getting really painful.

I put my paws on his shoulders in an attempt to offer some reassurance, any reassurance. ‘Hey man, you’re doing great. And I’ll be right beside you while you do this, okay?’

‘Nnnghhh… thanks daddy.’

Of course. Those were my babies he was carrying. I was going to be a dad. Even after all those months of travelling together, I could pretend that Niels was still just my best friend and housemate who just happened to be pregnant. Suddenly things were getting real. We were going to have three kids to raise together. Everything was going to be different now.

Niels’ cries got louder and louder until he was outright screaming. ‘AAAAAAHH!!’ I put my arms around him, trying my best to soothe him, knowing he was going through the worst pains of his life because of me. I felt so useless.

While all this was happening, the other passengers on the plane were understandably unnerved. An angry-looking meerkat emerged from the front of the plane and pointed accusingly at us.

‘What’s going on back here?! Stop it with the screaming!’

I hollered back, incensed on my housemate’s behalf. ‘He’s giving birth you prick!’

‘And you freaks are ruining my holiday!’

A cacophony of noise erupted. A few others were now up from their seats and yelling across the cabin. Some were in support of the meerkat asshole, while others seemed to be defending us. Honestly, I didn’t comprehend much of what was being said. I was too emotionally charged. Blood was pounding in my ears.

‘How about you mind your own fucking business!’

‘You’re the most inconsiderate people I’ve ever met! They shouldn’t have let you on the plane! This should be illegal!’

‘Sir… everyone, please return to your seat...’

‘They shouldn’t be letting faggots like you breed!’

‘YOU WANNA SAY THAT AGAIN TO MY FIST??’

‘Oliver… he’s coming...’

‘ALL PASSENGERS RETURN TO YOUR SEATS THIS INSTANT I’VE FOUGHT OFF HIJACKERS YOU DO NOT WANT TO TRY ME’

‘AAAAAAAHH!! OLIVER!!’

‘Niels?’

‘Oliver take my shorts off, I have to push!’

… … …

Oliver hurriedly pulled my shorts down while I gave into the overwhelming urge and pushed.

The atmosphere in the cabin was tense after the shouting match. I didn’t care. I just focused on getting my baby fawn out.

I didn’t feel the baby move for the first few pushes. There was just a lot of pressure and pain building up down there, but it felt good to obey my instincts and bore down. I felt like I was doing something.

After about half an hour (but felt like an eternity) I finally felt the first baby started to inch out. I thought the pain was bad then, it escalated tenfold now. I persevered through the ever more ferocious contractions.

The baby moving down to fill my birth canal was putting pressure on my prostate and made my cock painfully hard. In the middle of a push I came paws-free painting the backrest of the seat in front in white jizz.

‘Huff… well that was a kind of pain relief...’.

It didn’t last though. The contractions were getting more intense still. ‘AAAAAHHH!!’ I screamed as my womb squeezed hard. It was my own body demanding that I get my babies out now.

As I worked my baby towards my opening I realised I didn’t have enough room. The seats were simply too cramped. I couldn’t push him out like this.

‘Look guys, here’s the plan, I’m gonna sit with my legs in the aisle. Fraser you kneel down there. Oliver, get behind me.’

It sounded as good a plan as any to the other two. I shuffled around so my feet were in the aisle, my legs spreaded as far apart as I could manage and my opening was over the edge of the seat.

I had my everything down there on full display to the rest of the plane now. Most of the other passengers nearby looked away except for one youngish rabbit guy sitting in the aisle seat opposite me. He couldn’t keep his eyes off me and looked utterly mortified.

‘Sorry dude,’ I rasped, ‘you’re gonna get a front row seat to the action so maybe look away.’

He didn’t. ‘I’ve warned you,’ I said, feeling another contraction surging.

He put his paws on his own belly and stuttered, ‘I’m… three months along. This… this is gonna be me in six months?’

‘Yeah man, get used to it… sorry, have to push… hhhhhhh… gaaaaahhh!!’

I pushed for another full hour, screamed my lungs out and came twice more before I felt the fawn starting to bulge at my opening. The intense unyielding pressure down there was joined by a growing burning sensation around my opening as the baby’s head prised it wide.

And I was starting to get tired. I was panting hard like I had just ran an intense race. Already this was the hardest work-out I had ever done, I wasn’t done with the first yet and I still had to do it two more times.

Oliver the marten who put the triplets inside me tried his best to be supportive birth partner, massaging me, whispering encouragements in my ear, and giving me his paws to squeeze.

‘Ow! Ow! Don’t squeeze so hard that hurts!’

I gave him the universal look for ‘Seriously?’ He got the point and let me squeezed his paws as much as I wanted.

The next hour was agonising and frustrating. The baby was right there, I could feel the top of his fuzzy head. But he was tightly wedged behind my opening and stubbornly refused to budge.

I struggled, pushing with one grueling contraction after another, the head would inched forward a little and stretched me more before going back inside when I stopped pushing.

‘Arghh… Oliver, you’re tiny how come your babies are so big’

‘Well obviously they’re taking after their other dad.’

‘I was tall but I was all lean muscle, you made this this big… nnnnggghhhh!! God it hurts so fucking bad!’

I changed positions a little, pulling my legs up so my belly was between my thighs and pushed hard. Oliver gave me little kisses on the neck while I crushed his paws. Fraser was between my legs excitedly encouraging me.

‘That’s it Niels! You’re stretching nicely.

‘AAAAAAAAAHH!! GOD! IT’S BURNING!!’ I thought I was about to black out.

‘Good job Niels! You got a lot of the head out. Big strong pushes again just like the last one.’

‘Come on kid… give your dad a break and be born already...’


ARRIVAL

‘AAAHHH!! It fucking burns! I hate this I don’t wanna feel this make it stop!’

‘You’re crowning Niels,’ said Fraser, the red fox kneeling between my legs ready to catch the baby. ‘You’ve almost birthed the first baby… I think.’

The contractions were coming right on top of each other now. I barely had a breather before the next pains and my body ordered me to keep pushing.

‘GAAAHHHH!!’ The baby’s head stretched me wider. It felt like I was being ripped apart.

I reached down shakily to touch my baby’s head. The orb wedged tight in my spreaded hole felt wet and fuzzy and absolutely enormous. Surely I was almost done with him. I don’t think I could stretch any more.

Next contraction I grabbed my thighs and pulled them up and spreaded them as far apart as I could and pushed. I tried to put all of my energy into pushing and not scream as the pain got worse and worse until I felt the fuzzy head slip out with a wet plop.

‘Head’s out! Stop Niels stop pushing! I need to check the cord give me a second.’

I held back, my protective instinct resisting my muscles screaming at me to get the baby out.

‘Okay Niels you’re good, go go go!’

‘Hnnnnnghhh!!’ I resumed pushing with the vengence, feeling the shoulders tightly turned and squeezed painfully through my opening. It stung bad and I couldn’t keep quiet and let out a loud scream.

‘AAAAAAAAAAHH!! GET HIM OUT!’

Oliver reached out from behind and grabbed my legs and kept them open while Fraser held my baby as his shoulders emerged. I felt a little bit of pulling and then a sudden relief of pressure and a sharp cry as Fraser tugged my baby free from my body.

‘Oh my god he’s out! He’s actually out!’ I slumped back against Oliver while Fraser put the little squirming boy on my chest.

He looked just like a tiny version of Oliver if he was a fawn and he was perfect. I knew everything would be just fine and I would love and cherish my little boy forever.

‘Hello little guy! Ewww you’re all slimy!’

‘Th.. they do be like that,’ said Oliver between sniffles. I was tearing up too. We held each other for a moment looking on at our firstborn in wonder.

‘Look at him. We made this Olly.’

There were some applauses and congratulations sent our way from the other passengers. I did a little nod and a wave.

‘Thank you thank you,’ I put on my best performer voice which sounded like I had just ran a marathon. ‘Do y’all want an encore? Well too bad you’re getting two!’

That one got a bit of a laugh but also some groans. ‘Oh folks believe me I wish I had a choice.’ That got a few more laughs.

‘Congrats dads,’ said Fraser, still sitting between my legs half-hidden by my still-gigantic belly. ‘So what’s his name?’

Oliver answered. “We uhh don’t actually have one.’

‘Yeah we were really indecisive about names… Fraser do you have any ideas???’

‘Me???’

‘Him???’

‘Well yeah he caught he kid so he gets naming rights.’

‘What?! The baby literally looks like me don’t I get a say?’

‘You had eight months and you still haven’t decided! Nah I did all the work and I say Fraser got dibs.’

‘In that case I’m catching the next one. Fraser, you and I swap.’

‘Geez you’ve put me on the spot Niels. Now I’ve got to think of a name… fuck...’

‘Language!’ I put on a gasp and covered my baby’s ears. ‘Not in front of my kid… Ow! Cunt!’ The contractions were starting up again. ‘I think his brothers want out now.’

… … …

We shuffled around so now I was kneeling in the aisle between Niels' legs and Fraser was supporting his back. Niels had our first kid on his chest, still connected to his birthing dad by his umblical cord. The baby was a hungry boy and eagerly latched onto Niels’ nipples to feed as the deer started pushing again.

The contractions quickly resumed their previous intensity. I could see the deer was quite fatigue; he had already been pushing for over three hours. Niels was moaned and groaned but he wasn't screaming like before, he knew now to conserve his energy for his pushes. It was clearly still very painful though. His face was scrunched up and tears wetted his face as he slowly, agonisingly worked our second baby out.

It was incredibly hot to see him at his most primal, his body heaving with effort to bear down and give birth, his purple fur growing damp with sweat, his long toned legs shaking with the intensity of it all. The way he arched his back and groaned gutterally as a contraction surged, his facial expressions twisted from exertion. Seeing his hard cock twitch and drip with precum from the immense pressure the baby was putting down there as he was squeezed out, his opening bulging with the baby's head and slowly being pried open from the inside.

All the while with the knowledge that I did this; I made this this handsome athlete deer full and swollen and birthing. My cock was rock solid and wetting my underwear with pre; the slightest breeze would have made me spurt. I knew then that I wouldn't let this be the last time, that I was going to knock him up and make him swollen and admire him and watch him give birth again and again.

The deer came again as the baby crowned, his cock throbbing hard and shooting sperm in my face while he moaned loudly. I couldn't hold back anymore; I put a paw down there to surreptitiously rubbed my cock through my pants and brought myself over the edge. It was one of the hardest orgasm I ever had and it took great restraint to keep myself silent through it. Eventually I opened my eyes again and looked up, hoping no one else had noticed, only to see Fraser peeking out behind Niels giving me a knowing look and sly grin. I wanted to burrow through the plane's floor and fall into the Pacific Ocean.

Niels' moans reached a crescendo as the baby crowned fully and the burning around his opening returned with a vengence. Still, he kept himself from screaming; gritting his teeth and pushing hard. I recovered from my mortal embarrassment and started tearing up again as I watched my second son slowly emerged, first his little floppy ears, then eyes and a tiny muzzle; the fawn had inherited his pink hair from me and blond fur the colour of Niels' hair.

'Nghhhh! Fuck, so close...' rasped the deer. He had been pushing for close to four hours by this point and he was exhausted.

I got up and gave him a kiss for encouragement. 'You've got this. His head's out Niel, he's beautiful. You're almost there.'

'Yeah... here he comes! Oliver, catch!'

'I got him.' I kneeled back down as Niels pushed the shoulders out, followed by the rest of the baby's body tumbling into my waiting paws.

My second son greeted the world with a sharp cry. I held him up for the birthing deer to see.

‘H… hey… you’re a handsome little guy aren’t cha?’ Niels nudged the baby on his chest. ‘Say hello to your little bro.’ The fawn responded with a soft mewl.

‘Two down, one to go.’

‘Yeah he wasn’t as bad as the first one. I could get used to this.’

‘You reckon?’

‘You’re looking at me with that face again.’

‘What face?’

‘The I-can’t-wait-to-impregnate-him-again face. I see that bulge and wet spot on your pants.’. The deer winked.

If I wasn’t holding a baby I’d run to the bathroom and hide there forever.

… … …

I laid down across the seats on my sides with my head on the window seat and my legs hanging over the aisle screaming into an airline-issued pillow as the contractions pummelled me.

The third kid was being stubborn like his eldest brother and refusing to move down my birth canal any more even as I was whimpering and writhing in agony. Fraser and Oliver were standing in the aisle awkwardly holding a baby each with their umblical cords still leading back into my opening.

‘This is your captain speaking. We will be commencing our descent into Santa Neptuna shortly. I must stress to all of you to follow the instructions of the cabin crew. Different arrangements may be made for passengers with, uh, special needs. We thank you for your understanding and cooperation in ensuring a safe and smooth landing.’

‘We’re almost there Niels, do you reckon…’

‘Nah,’ I grunted through the pain, ‘I need to push.’

My belly was still huge and the last baby felt like the biggest of the lot as he moved down my birth canal. It felt different too, like it wasn’t a head that was moving down. I lifted one of my legs on instinct as my opening started to bulge out.

‘Fraser, can you check? Something feels off’

The fox looked between my legs and checked me with his fingers. ‘I think he’s coming out butt-first Niels.’

‘He’s breech? That’s why it hurts different… Nnnnghhh. Aaaaaah!!!’

I kept pushing. I was beyond exhausted and the pain was excruciating, but I was so close to the finish line.  I pushed lying down on my side for maybe half an hour pressing on my belly with one paw and keeping one leg up with another. I let myself scream, I knew I should be saving my energy but I didn’t care, it just hurt so goddamn much. Meanwhile the plane started to gradually descend.

Eventually I felt my opening starting to stretch. ‘I can see his butt Niels,’ said Fraser. ‘He’s got a lot of blond fur.’

‘Ghhhhh!!! He’s so… fucking… big…’

I got his long marten tail out but his butt remained stuck in my opening no matter how hard I pushed.

‘I… I need to change positions.’ I got up awkwardly with a baby wedged in my opening and shuffled into the aisle. I stood with my legs spreaded and held onto the backrest of my seat and pushed, hoping gravity would help. It seemed to be working, I felt the tiniest of movement. It wasn’t much but I was hoping onto any hope at this point.

The seatbelt sign flashed on. The flight attendants made sure everyone returned to their seats with their seatbelts fastened, then they got to us. ‘Uh… the two of you,’ the roo flight attendant pointed to Oliver and Fraser, ‘we’d prefer that you are seated. As for you, the deer...’

‘I have a baby’s butt hanging out of me right now, can I stay standing up.’

‘Just… hold on carefully the backrest in case things get bumpy.’

Oliver sat in my seat holding our second born and Fraser with the other baby sat in the seat opposite mine, swapping with the pregnant rabbit guy who went to sit in Fraser’s window seat and avoided looking back our way for the rest of the flight.

‘I can’t do it,’ I gasped. My voice was shredded. I was in so much pain, I was so tired, my body was on the verge of collapse. And my son remained stuck still counting on me to give birth to him.

I couldn’t give up now.

First I needed some pain relief. ‘Oliver, jerk me off.’

‘WHAT?’ He looked around at the plane packed full of people.

‘Olly they’ve already seen me birth two babies and came like five times and you pawing yourself off. Jerk me off… Fraser can you take the kid off Olly? Have you got enough paws?’

‘Yeah I should do.’

‘Thanks… nnghhhhh’ I gripped the backrest and bore down hard, pouring the last of my energy into getting my baby out. I bended my knees, gyrated my hips, trying to shake the stuck baby loose.

Oliver had both paws stroking my cock and cupping my balls. The pleasure didn’t drown out the pain, not even close, but it was just enough. I came hard, my balls still managing to produce shots that splattered all over the pine marten.

‘Hhhhhh… don’t… don’t stop...’ I managed to stammer as I kept pushing hard. I felt my baby move down steadily, painfully, little by little. ‘Aaah fuck… nnnnhhhh!! Ahhh!’ I felt my baby’s torso squeezed tightly through my burning opening, his legs swinging free, then his arms.

I squatted down, reaching to grab hold of my baby and pulling lightly while giving a desparate last push everything I had left. His head was huge, searing pain and pressure escalated and threatened to knock me out as it stretched me to my widest point.

‘Unnnnnnnhhhh!! Noo!! Come out! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!’

I felt my consciousness fading and my legs going weak just before the head fully birthed with a gush of fluids.

I had just enough presence of mind to steady myself and brought my third son up to my chest and the blond-furred purple-haired marten kit started to cry.

A couple of seconds later, the plane touched down.

People clapped, whether it was for me, for the pilots, or just relieved that the flight was over, I didn’t know. I was too spent to do a jokey speech this time, I just weakly waved with my free arm.

Oliver kissed me. We kissed for a long moment. ‘He’s beautiful Niels…’ he said when we broke the kiss. ‘They all are. You were so strong. I love you.’

‘I love you too Olly.’

… … …

‘This is your captain speaking and welcome to Santa Neptuna. It is just after 7am and 15 degrees outside and you can look forward to a nice sunny day. Please remain seated with your seatbelt fastened until we come to a complete stop at the gate. We thank you for flying with us today, and thank you for your patience. As you know we have had some drama in the cabin and ended up with three extra passengers than when we took off. From the crew and all of us at Oceanic Airlines we wish the little ones and the new parents the best. Ground crews have been informed of your situation and will attend to you once we arrive at the gate.’

‘Wooo! Thank you captain!’ Niels hollered back with as much volume and enthusiasm as he was able to muster, which was understandably not much.

We remained on the plane for a while, Niels and I, plus Fraser, tending to the newborns and generally just recovering from the whole ordeal. We were soon at the gate; parademics got on the plane while the cabin crew ensured everyone else disembarked in as quick and orderly fashion as possible. The parademics checked Niels and the babies, cleaned them up, cut the cords, and helped delivered the placentas. Despite everything dad and triplets were all doing well, and I couldn’t be more thankful for that.

They offered Niels a wheelchair. I thought he was going to be stubborn like usual, and insisted on walking, but he took the chair. I wheeled him out into the terminal, the deer holding our two younger boys while Fraser followed carrying our eldest in his arms.

‘Well… our travel plans are going have to change a little bit.’ Niels quipped.

‘Look, after all I’ve been through with you guys, I’m happy to help babysit,’ offered Fraser.

I was touched by the gesture. ‘Thanks Fraser but we don’t wanna imp-’

‘Thanks Fraser you’re a champ! Oliver, wanna go on a date?’

‘But we’re not dating...’ I paused. ‘You know what, fuck it. Niels, I’m in love with you. Do you want to go out with me?’

‘I think you were supposed to ask me that before we had three kids.’

‘Yeah… we might have done this in the wrong order.’

Niels laughed. ‘Hey Fraser, tell my boyfriend he’s a silly little marten.’","pools_count":0,"title":"Midair Delivery","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"text/rtf","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"2","rating_name":"Adult","ratings":[{"content_tag_id":"4","name":"Sexual Themes","description":"Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal","rating_id":"2"}],"submission_type_id":"12","type_name":"Writing - Document","guest_block":"t","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"0","views":"130"}