Chiaro rolled onto his side, his head hanging off the edge of the bed. His chest was on fire. Heartburn again. It was every damn day with the heartburn. He had prepared for a lot of pregnancy’s complications, but heartburn?

“Wally…” he said, yelling down the hallway. “Can you get the antacid?”

“One sec!”

Moments later, into the room stepped a short red squirrel with so much fluff that it made him look overweight. He walked over to the dalmatian dangling off the bed and knelt down next to him.

“It won’t be long now,” he said, looking at Chiaro’s large belly.

Walnut was right. His due date was just a week away. And, if he were being honest, he had quite enough of being pregnant, thank you very much. He had dreamt of becoming a father his whole life—perhaps, he was coming to admit, maybe even fetishized it a little bit—but he could handle only so much morning sickness, back pain, and constantly needing to piss. And the heartburn! My god, the heartburn!

“Ugh, thanks,” Chiaro said, pushing himself to a seated position and taking the pill and the small glass of water. As threw his head back, downing the pill, he felt his husband rubbing his belly.

“God, you’re so big,” Walnut said. “Uhh, I mean, like, you know—”

Chiaro laughed and rubbed the squirrel’s fluffy ear. “I getcha.”

Walnut leaned forward and rested his head on Chiaro’s stomach. They sat like that for a few moments, then Walnut stood up.

“I was hoping she’d kick.”

“You should have been here this morning. Kid was playing soccer with my uterus.”

Walnut shrugged. “I gotta pay the bills, you know.”

“Hey, I’ve got full paternity leave!”

“Yeah, I’m just teasin’ ya,” the squirrel said, rubbing Chiaro’s ears. “Databases are nothing compared to what you’re going through.”

“Still have the main event to go.”

“Yeah…” Walnut said, turning toward the window. “Still no signs of labour?”

“Eh, still getting contractions, but nothing imminent.”

Walnut sighed. “Hopefully soon.” He stepped toward the door. “Alright, they’re really riding my ass today at work, so I gotta go finish some shit up. Just shout if ya need something else.” 

“Thanks, Wally.”

Walnut looked back at Chiaro and winked before leaving the room, and Chiaro fell back onto the bed. He stared at the ceiling fan, his mind blank, mesmerized by the spinning blades. He was both restless and exhausted at the same time, his body telling him to get up and go for a jog while also resisting the thought of moving a single muscle. At least the antacid was doing its job.

He groaned, then after another minute on his back, rolled up into a seated position and turned on the television. He managed to blow some time watching videos, but couldn’t help but feel antsy. He was an athletic man, happiest when he could be active. The couch potato life his third trimester had forced him into did not suit him, and he could not wait to get back into shape. After scrolling around a bit, he found a documentary about an interesting baseball player, and just as it was wrapping up, the door creaked open.

“Well, shit’s fucked, but it’s not my fault, so I’ve got a bit of time off,” Walnut said, prancing into the room.

Chiaro laughed. “Oh no, again?”

“Yup. Gotta wait for the host to fix it, and that’ll take about an hour, so…” Walnut turned to the television. “Whatcha watchin’?”

“Baseball stuff.”

Walnut feigned a yawn and threw himself onto the bed next to Chiaro. “The most thrilling of sports!”

Chiaro playfully shoved the squirrel’s shoulder. “It’s interesting when you get into the stats.”

“Oh, I totally agree! It’s just, when you sit down and actually watch it,” he said before his eyes rolled back and he fell onto his side, snoring loudly.

Chiaro laughed again. “Okay, fine, fine.”

Walnut shot back up and leaned against the dalmatian. “So… how are you feeling?” 

Chiaro felt flushed. That was Wally’s ‘I want to have sex’ voice, and it got him every time. And he had to admit, now that he didn’t have an inferno in his upper body, he was feeling pretty horny too. “Better now that you’re here,” he said, his deep voice rumbling in the way he knew his husband loved.

The squirrel rubbed Chiaro’s cheek and looked into his eyes. “You know, you’re so fucking hot like this. There’s just something about a big, perfectly round belly…” Walnut said, as he rubbed his other hand up and down Chiaro’s stomach.

“Am I still gonna be hot after I get her outta me?”

“Joke question? You were hot as fuck before and you’re gonna be hot as fuck after,” Walnut said, sliding his hand down to the bottom of Chiaro’s stomach, and then into his pants, and then to top of his swollen canine vagina, hooking a fingertip into the entrance.

“Ahhh, god damn…” Chiaro said, his voice breathy. “I’m so fucking sensitive right now.” His vagina burned as the squirrel’s fluffy finger probed it, and he writhed as the digit slid deeper and deeper inside.

“Dude, I can feel you heating my finger up,” Walnut said as he prodded Chiaro’s clitoris.

The dalmatian’s back arched, his pregnant belly looking even bigger as it thrust in the air. “Ugh! Fuck! I need your cock, now!” 

The squirrel leaned forward, getting his face right next to Chiaro’s. “What’s the matter, Chi?” He slid his finger in to the knuckle, eliciting another grunt from the dalmatian. “My finger isn’t enough?”

Chiaro growled, his nose wrinkling as he bared his teeth to his husband. He was never like this before the baby. The hormones coursed through his body like electrons in a circuit, making everything tingle and flush with desire. His arm shot out and grabbed Walnut’s. “You are going to get your fucking cock out and make me fucking scream.”

“Alright, alright!” Walnut said, smirking and winking. His voice became weary and sarcastic. “I guess I can do the incredible favour of having awesome, mindblowing sex with you.” He rolled off the bed and dropped his pants and underwear to the floor, his already erect penis bouncing as it was freed from its cloth prison. 

Chiaro reached down and pulled his own pants to his knees. “Can’t get these… fucking things off…” he said, trying to sit up and slide them the rest of the way down.

“I gotcha,” Walnut said, grabbing the hem and pulling the pants the rest of the way off, then tossing them onto the floor.

“Fuck…” Chiaro said, scooting to the edge of the bed and spreading his legs. “I’m burning up over here.”

Walnut stepped next to the bed, lined his cock up with his husband’s dripping vulva, and began to push in. “My fucking god dude, how are you this wet?”

Chiaro’s eyes rolled back in his head as the squirrel’s familiar length stretched his pussy open. “Yes, fuck, oh my god!” When he felt Walnut bottom out, he groaned deeply and threw his arm over his forehead.

“Dude, I haven’t even started thrusting yet.”

“Yeah, and why the hell not?”

“Don’t wanna hurt the little lady,” Walnut said, rubbing both hands up and down Chiaro’s belly.

“Wally, I swear to god, if you don’t—ah!”

Walnut laughed as he began thrusting. “Boy, you’ve been so feisty lately.”

“S-shut up! It’s all the… hormones… and the… ugh!” His pussy was sensitive even before his pregnancy, but now, it was like a whole new world. Every inch of his walls sizzled as they clung to the invading cock, fluids dripping out as the squirrel rocked back and forth. 

“You know what really sucks?” Walnut said, slowly moving his hips back and forth.

Chiaro looked up at his husband’s goofy grin. “The fact that you aren’t jackhammering me?”

Walnut turned his head. “Well, that, but more the fact that I can’t lean down and kiss you.”

There was a tickle in Chiaro’s lips. He hadn’t thought about it, but they hadn’t been able to kiss during sex for quite a long time. He missed stuffing his tongue into the squirrel’s mouth as his pussy was pounded. It wouldn’t be long before he could do it again. The thought made him feel even more flushed as he rubbed his flat chest and round stomach.

Walnut put his hands on Chiaro’s hips and began thrusting faster and faster and faster, until the room was filled with squishing noises as the dog’s soaking wet pussy leaked each time the squirrel bottomed out. “Holy hell, man…” he said, letting out a deep breath. “My whole fucking body is tingling.”

‘Tingling’ did not begin to describe how Chiaro felt. He growled and groaned as Walnut fucked him, his deep voice rumbling and shaking as his vagina squeezed on his husband’s cock, as if trying to wring the cum out of it. His head rolled onto its side, tongue dangling out of his mouth, muscles in every part of his body tensing and contracting uncontrollably. His legs vibrated and his shoulders twisted back and forth as the pleasure dominated him. “Fuck! Fuck, Wally!”

“Shit, dude, you’re shaking like a worm on a hook!”

Chiaro snorted as his body continued to shudder. “Always the master… of sexy talk… fuck!” He leaned forward as much as he could—which was not very much—and raised his arms. Walnut grabbed his hands, fuzzy red fingers interlocking with the thin white ones.

“Your hands are so hot! How fucking horny are you?” Walnut said, smiling down at his husband.

Chiaro returned the squirrel’s gaze, then let his head fall back. “Shut up and just… make me cum!”

“Feisty and needy!” Walnut said, letting go of Chiaro’s hands. He placed one on the dalmatian’s stomach and the other on his pussy, squeezing and kneading it as his cock stretched it out. He maintained a steady pace for a few minutes, his husband yipping and tossing from side to side as the tip of his rodent cock teased the dog’s cervix. 

Chiaro’s head was throbbing. He looked up at his husband, then down at his bouncing belly, then let his head fall back again. Moans shook out of his mouth as his body jolted with each thrust, and his pussy spasmed around the squirrel’s cock. He started to feel that familiar tingle in his groin, a harbinger of his impending orgasm. Not long now…

“Hey, Chi?”

Oh, no. Even in his lusty haze, Chiaro recognized that tone. Walnut was about to say something ridiculous.

“You ever hear of omukaebou?”

Chiaro closed his eyes. More Japanese shit? “N-no,” he said as he gasped and writhed, trying not to miss out on his climax.

“It means inducing labour through fucking. Wouldn’t it be—”

It hadn’t quite sunk in just how close he actually was to giving birth, but the phrase “inducing labour” suddenly made it very real. Doing what he had dreamt about for so long. Visions of a red squirrel baby making her way down his vagina flooded his mind, and something inside him snapped like a twig underfoot. He screamed.

“Wally! Ahhh!” His orgasm smashed into him like a cannonball. It exploded from his groin quickly, spreading to his legs and into his chest. He convulsed as the pleasure ripped through him, repeatedly throwing his head back into the pillow as his spine arched and his legs shook uncontrollably. His pussy pulsated around the squirrel’s cock as he groaned and growled. He heard Walnut say something, but could barely hear him over his own moans. When he felt the twitching inside of his vagina, however, he knew immediately what his husband said. He was being filled up. Filled with the squirrel’s cum. The cum that made his belly big and round. The cum that made his dreams come true. His own climax hit a second peak as he felt the thick semen coat his passage, and he thrashed wildly, his muscles getting sore from all the clenching. His tail whipped back and forth, striking Walnut’s thighs as it did, before his body came to rest, his orgasm finally, mercifully, subsiding.

“Oh my god, man!” Walnut said, panting hard. “You good? I’ve never seen you cum like that!”

An indistinct noise escaped Chiaro’s throat. Was he good? He opened his eyes and tried to look at the squirrel. His peripheral vision was replaced with white, and his head was spinning. His heart pounded as though he had just finished an intense workout. As far as his body was concerned, that’s exactly what happened.

“No, really,” Walnut said, his voice suddenly serious. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, Wally…” Chiaro said, closing his eyes and trying to catch his breath. “Holy shit…”

“Okay, just makin’ sure. I thought you were going to, like, vibrate until you flew through the ceiling, like one of those video game physics bugs or somethin’.”

Chiaro laughed as his chest heaved. “I wasn’t… shaking that much… was I?”

“Looked like you were having a seizure, honestly.” Walnut said as he withdrew, Chiaro’s vagina trying in vain to cling to the softening cock as it slipped out. “Uhhh, shit, I should have grabbed a cloth.”

Chiaro reached around and squished his vagina. Slimy squirrel cum drizzled out of it. He groaned as his sensitive folds tingled as he rubbed them against each other. “God… damn…” he said, looking over his protruding belly at his husband.

“Never gets old,” Walnut said. “Okay, let me go get a towel or something.” He left the room, then came back a moment later with a towel, embroidered with little palm trees, colourful plastic buckets, and smiling suns. “Hey, think we should take a vacation? I’m thinking a nice beach down south…”

Chiaro chuckled. “I think we have other priorities right now, Wally,” he said, rubbing his stomach. He gasped as the coarse towel rubbed his throbbing pussy as Walnut wiped the semen off.

“Yeah, uh, I think this sheet is gonna need more than a toweling off,” Walnut said.

Chiaro rolled onto his side, still panting as the adrenaline slowly left his body. His pelvis contracted rapidly, and his mind started wandering again. He read that it was normal to get contractions after sex, and indeed, he usually did. But Walnut’s words about labour continued to echo in his head, and he wondered if they meant something more this time. 

“Hey, maybe we should take a shower,” Walnut said, crouching down next to the bed.

“Y-yeah,” Chiaro said, only half-paying attention. His lower torso continued to twitch as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. He stumbled as he got to his feet and cursed as Walnut caught him. He was such an athlete, and now he couldn’t even get off a bed properly.

“I gotcha.”

“Thanks…”

They got into the shower, and as the lukewarm water rinsed their bodies off, Chiaro stared at the wall, his eyes unfocussed. He was still coming to grips with the fact that he was going to be a father within days. Could he do it? What if he did a bad job? A hand on his shoulder shook him from his trance.

“You sure you’re feeling okay?” Walnut said. Chiaro turned around and looked down into his husband’s eyes. The squirrel smiled as water ran down his head and face, his usually fluffy red fur clumping up against his cheeks.

“I’m… scared, Wally.”

“Of what?”

“Of just… everything. Of giving birth. Of being a father. Of… just, what if it goes wrong?”

“Things’ll go wrong, Chi. That’s how life is. It’s about how you react when they do that decides how things’ll go.”

“I know, it’s just… what if I can’t?”

“Dude, you’re a physiotherapist. Your job is literally to make it better when things go wrong.”

Chiaro shrugged. “I guess. It’s just so much easier when it’s someone else.”

Walnut hugged the dalmatian. “I guess we’ll just have to be there for each other, then.”

Chiaro felt the tension leave his shoulders. Yeah, that’s right. He couldn’t do it alone, but who could? He needed to rely on other people just as other people relied on him. The whole is more than the sum of its parts, so they say. “Thanks, Wally.”

They finished their shower and dried off. The contractions had stopped, and he was feeling mostly back to normal—at least, his new normal. The rest of their day was largely uneventful. Walnut had to go back to work, so Chiaro spent more time loafing in front of the television. He looked down at his belly and rubbed it. He couldn’t wait to meet his daughter. It wouldn’t be long now… wouldn’t be long…

“Chi?”

Chiaro’s eyes snapped open. “Huh?” He looked toward the window and into the night sky. “Shit, not again…”

“Sleepy boy,” Walnut said, sticking his tongue out.

Chiaro sighed. “I can’t help it… I’m always so tired now.”

“Still tired?”

“Yeah…”

Walnut reached forward. “Let’s get to bed.”

Chiaro grabbed his hands and pulled himself to his feet. The two walked to the washroom and brushed their teeth. Afterwards, they moved into the bedroom, where they stripped to their underwear, then crawled under the blankets. Chiaro pushed himself back into Walnut, who wrapped his arms around the dalmatian.

“Night, Wally.”

“Night, Chi. See you in the morning.”

The two drifted off to sleep, and the dog’s world turned to black. Chiaro wouldn’t remember what he dreamt about, only that it got interrupted at a good part as his eyes shot open. The room was black except for the moonlight coming through the window. His belly contracted wildly. His groin felt a little wet. He reached down and felt his vagina. Something was on his fingers. Suddenly very awake, he pulled himself to his feet, taking extra care to make sure to get his footing, marched into the washroom, and turned on the light. His fingers were covered in blood. He checked his underwear, where he saw a yellowish-red streak. 

“Oh my god,” he whispered, the contractions in his core suddenly feeling a lot stronger. He stumbled out of the washroom and back into the bedroom, leaning over his husband’s side of the bed. “Wally…” he said, shaking the squirrel, his voice quivering. “We gotta go to the hospital.”