Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/11400414. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Category: M/M, Other Fandom: Captain_America_(Movies), Captain_America_-_All_Media_Types, The_Avengers (Marvel_Movies) Relationship: James_"Bucky"_Barnes/Steve_Rogers, James_"Bucky"_Barnes/various_animals Character: James_"Bucky"_Barnes, Steve_Rogers Additional Tags: Underage_Sex, way_underage, he's_a_teenager_by_the_end_of_it, Breeding Kink, Bestiality, literally_the_whole_premise_of_this_story_is bestiality, Dead_Dove:_Do_Not_Eat, Slow_Burn, steve_and_bucky_don't_even meet_for_the_first_few_chapters, Non-Consensual_Drug_Use, D/s, exclusively_in_undertones, Brainwashing, Age_Difference, when_they_meet Bucky_is_thirteen_and_Steve_is_36, Power_Kink, innocence_kink, Medical Kink, Only_Briefly_-_Freeform, which_are_really_more_like_a_prologue_than anything_else, to_be_clear_the_animals_are_the_ones_fucking_bucky, Not the_other_way_around, basically_scientifically_engineered_kids_and teenagers, are_fucked_by_animals_to_make_hybrid_babies, the_rape/non-con warning_is_mostly_just_for_the_first_few_chapters_involving_the_doctor character, and_of_course_because_of_Bucky's_young_age_when_he's_involved in_sexual_activity, i_want_to_make_clear_that_he's_never_explicitly unwilling_to_engage_in_sex, Underage_Drug_Use Stats: Published: 2017-07-04 Updated: 2018-02-24 Chapters: 4/? Words: 12919 ****** Breeding ****** by LittleBucky Summary Bucky Barnes is thirteen when he's sent to the facility. He's been raised his whole life to be good breeding stock, but the actual process of hybrid breeding is a lot more daunting than he expected. Fortunately his trainer, Steve Rogers, is very helpful. Notes Please spam me in the comments about how sick I am, seriously, I deserve it. This is the lowest I've ever sunk. ***** Soft Breeding ***** An otter. He's only seen pictures, and they look soft. Maybe that's how come it's called soft breeding. But he's never seen one in real life – they aren't allowed to go to the zoo on account of their smell, Nana says. Says it'd make the animals go crazy tryin' to get to them. Bucky lifts his arm and sniffs under his armpit. He doesn't think he has a smell. He only just took a bath last night, Nana said he had to look his best. She gives his other hand a tug, looking down at him with her eyebrows all twisted up and her mouth pressed real tight. "Stop fidgeting, James. You'll make a bad impression," she scolds quietly, his mouth hanging open as he stares up at her. It makes him stumble on the sidewalk, he's not lookin' where he's goin' like he's supposed to. "On da otter?" he asks, voice high and curious. She just shakes her head. Bucky frowns and stares down at his tennies, lips pouted. The walk from the bus stop to the building takes forever in the hot sun, Bucky tugging at the collar of his shirt the whole way – Nana made him dress up all fancy, but at least it's cool inside the building, one he's never been in before. It's not the fa...falici...facility, Nana says that one's way bigger. And he's not old enough yet. This is just the little kid place. Bucky wrinkles his nose at the thought. She spends ages talkin' to someone in a long white coat. Maybe a doctor, Bucky thinks, but he doesn't care enough to pay attention, hanging off Nana's arm and lookin' around the waiting room. It's got worn books and one'a those things with the beads strung onto curved rails that you can push around, and he tugs insistently on her hand and tries to pull her towards it, away from the boring grown-up talking. She pulls him back, leaving no room for argument. "They're about to take you back to the breeding room, silly boy, if you'd pay attention," she says crisply, but there's warmth behind her eyes. The man she's talking to kneels down so he's Bucky size, but Bucky's more focused on staring at his shining bald spot than his face. "How are you today, James?" he asks kindly, smiling. "Bucky," he quickly corrects. Nana's a lost cause, but he'll set the record straight with anybody he can. "Bucky. You're six, is that right Bucky?" "Six 'n a half." "Of course, my apologies." The man laughs a little bit as he says it, but Bucky decides he's alright. "I'm Doctor Wheeler, I'll be helping you with the breeding process today." Bucky's already forgotten what the guy said his name was. He'll just call him Doc. "'Kay," he says slowly, a bit suspicious. "...How big's an otter, anyhow?" Doc stands up again and opens up a big swinging door, gesturing for Bucky to head down the white tile hallway. He expects Nana to come with him, but she lets go of his hand and pats his shoulder. "You're about to find out. Follow me this way," Doc tells him, and Bucky glances back at Nana while he walks in a crooked line after the doctor. She doesn't look worried. Still, Bucky gulps, gazing up at the buzzing lights on the ceiling. He thought she'd come with him... The hallway is super quiet except their clicking footsteps, Bucky taking hurried strides to keep up with Doc and trying to absorb everything at once. Eventually they reach another door, and Doc holds it open for him. Inside it looks like the room Bucky goes into for checkups at the regular doctor, but the big bed-table he usually sits on is really low, almost on the ground, and there's weird metal things sticking up on both sides of it. Also, there's a big kennel in the corner, and as Bucky slowly steps into the room, he hears something scrambling inside, and noises like a little dog makes. Snuffling, yipping sounds. "Bucky, this is Derek, our animal handler," Doc says, introducing him to the other person in the room that he didn't even notice, too busy staring at the kennel. He manages to tear his eyes away, staring open-mouthed at the younger man. He doesn't look like a doctor. He's got cargo shorts and a t-shirt on, like Bucky wishes he could be wearing. "Hey, Bucky, ready to have some special time with our river otter over here?" Derek asks, a big grin on his face. Bucky's eyes dart back to the kennel. That's the otter? That big thing in there? It's still rustling around in the kennel, he can hear it, like it wants to get him...Nana was right about the zoo... He thought soft breeding was supposed to be with gentle, real little animals. Bunny rabbits and kitty cats, Nana said. Fluffy things. Derek doesn't seem to notice that Bucky's gone pale, heading over to the kennel and unlatching it. Is it gonna start right now? So quick? Bucky gulps again and glances around, like he's gonna see instructions that he can't even read that good yet, and then the creature crawls out. It's not small, or fluffy. Standing on its back legs, it's as tall as Bucky, with sleek brown fur and a pale underbelly. Lucky for him it doesn't run up and push him down or somethin', but looking in its shining black eyes, intently fixated on Bucky, he gets the idea that it wants to. It's just well-trained. When it licks its lips, Bucky catches sight of sharp canines. And...Bucky's seen the movies Nana shows them, every day after dinner. The movies about breeding that make him feel funny. But those are just cartoons, and this is real life. So when he looks down and sees the otter's...thing, sticking up between his legs, bright red and long and shiny...Bucky knows where that's supposed to go, but it looks too big to fit. Suddenly the room is spinning. A hand on his back catches him before he falls, and he faintly hears Doc saying something like, "Hey there, you okay?" but it's all fuzzy. He can't stop staring at the otter. The animal's furry chest expands and contracts rapidly, like it's excited to get started, and Bucky's breathing quick too but for a different reason. He feels like he can't get enough air, his breaths shallow, and his vision is starting to go dark at the edges... "Alright, let's sit you down, Bucky." Doc's voice sounds like it's underwater, but he's leading Bucky to the bed- table, helping him to sit down between the two metal things at the end. He gulps and eyes them warily, but Doc doesn't do anything with them. To his left, Derek is ushering a reluctant otter back into the kennel. "Don't worry, almost everybody gets nervous," Doc tells him, understanding, and takes Bucky's wrist to press two fingers over it lightly. Bucky's heart is hammering real fast, his eyes wide and...and his thing between his legs feeling funny and hard. Like it does when Nana shows them movies. "I-I'm gonna breed with that?" he squeaks, his vision starting to go back to normal. "It's...it's big..." "You're a big boy, remember? You're six and a half," Doc says softly and smiles. "There's no need to be nervous. Tell me, what's your favorite movie?" Bucky takes a moment to swallow, eyes glancing at the kennel again. He taps his little feet on the linoleum floor. "Da Jungle Book," he ekes out. "It's just like in the Jungle Book. Remember how much fun Mowgli had breeding with that panther? And the bear?" Bucky's cheeks feel hot and he smiles a little as he nods. That's his favorite part. "You want to be brave and have fun like Mowgli, don't you?" Bucky tongues the gap between his front teeth, where he lost a tooth, and nods again, reluctant. He squirms where he sits, his pants feeling too small even though Nana just bought them for him. He feels like wiggling around a lot more but Nana doesn't like fidgeting. "M'still scared," he confesses in a whisper. "Is...s'it gonna hurt?" "No, no, it's gonna feel so good," Doc assures him quickly, and Bucky's mouth twists as he considers. In the kennel, the otter still scratches around like it's wild, and that makes Bucky's tummy feel all fluttery. Not in a good way. The doctor watches him for a long moment, brow furrowed as he thinks. "I could give you something to help you not feel nervous. Would you like that?" "...Like a stuffed animal?" Bucky asks. He doesn't see how that would help now, but that's what his regular doctor gives him when he gets shots. Doesn't help much then either though – Bucky hates shots. "Like medicine. To help you be calm," Doc explains, still smiling. Medicine that makes you calm? Bucky thought medicine was for when you were sicky. He must look confused, because Doc gets up and opens one of the cupboards on the wall, pulling out a little tray. As soon as Bucky sees needles, he shakes his head frantically, scrambling back on the bed-table. "N-no, I don' like it," he insists, his little voice shaking. But when he tries to move back further, two strong hands are suddenly holding his arms tight, so tight he can't get away. It's Derek, Bucky realizes with a panicked glance backwards, his face neutral as he holds Bucky firm and still. Between his legs, Bucky feels throbbing. "It's alright, this will make you feel better, don't you worry," Doc says, incredibly calm as he approaches Bucky with a syringe in hand. Bucky watches the needle with wide eyes, wriggling when Doc takes hold of his wrist and starts moving it closer. He squeezes his eyes shut when it gets close to his skin, a sharp pinch in the crook of his elbow. It always hurts less than he thinks it will, but he still doesn't like it, 'specially being held still and without Nana there. At first, he thinks Doc is a liar. His heart is still beating hard in his throat, heaving short and panicked breaths...but that only lasts a few seconds. He's never felt anything like it. One second he's scared out of his mind and then it's just gone. He's falling and falling and falling but instead of hitting the ground he floats. His limbs go limp. His whole body goes limp, head lolling until he's lowered back to lay down. And he can still see the room, the ceiling, but he feels like he can't really see it. The room is spinning, it isn't real, it isn't real... He feels good. He feels so good, floating and watching pretty shapes on the ceiling, every part of his body feeling so heavy and warm – he can't move and he doesn't want to. He'd giggle, but all he can do is take slow, steady breaths, filled with wonder. Where is he? Why's there somebody pulling his clothes off? "Look at that, he's already prepped. They train the kids so well these days." The voice is far away, far, far above him. Bucky pays it no attention. He likes his clothes off, he decides, staring dazedly upward. They were uncomfy, now he could just fall asleep...is he asleep? His body feels floaty, his thing between his legs going twitch, twitch and making him feel so warm. His legs are picked up one at a time, fitted into the weird metal things and locked in place so they're spread wide while Bucky's mind spirals off someplace soft and funny. He feels so funny, everything is so funny... "Alright, get him over here, he's gonna love this. They always like the doped up kids better, you notice that?" "Can't say I blame 'em, sir." Something big and warm and furry lays over his tummy, up between his legs, and his vision is partially obscured by something dark and moving. The otter moves around on him for a bit, heavy and snuffling at his neck. Its whiskers tickle, something buzzing all through Bucky and making his thing go twitch again. He's wet down there too, between his legs, and getting wetter. The otter's pressed right up against his little thing, like nothing ever has been except pants, and Bucky's pupils dilate a little more. All he can think is good and want, a thick musky scent filling his nose that he really likes. "He better get in there, that tranquilizer won't last forever. The tests for this one showed high fertility, might even get four pups out of this." "The higher-ups'll like that. Shame they didn't start soft breeding him younger." "Damn shame." The otter lets out something between a trill and a gurgle as it moves on top of him again. Bucky's more relaxed than he's ever been, his little head empty and drool running down his cheek when it finally pushes inside him. He can't move or react on the outside, but it feels like a firework goes off in his head, hazy and bright as something fills him up. It goes so far in, he can't believe it, it's so warm and big and moving. Filling him up again and again so quick. Nuzzling Bucky's neck, the otter's curved body moves in jerking motions like it's in some big hurry. It seems excited on top of him, letting out small, frantic noises, its little arms wrapped around Bucky's middle and jolting his little body with each movement. The metal braces supporting his legs rattle. With the otter's belly rubbing against his thing so quick, it starts to feel strange, stranger, stranger, something hot gathering deep in his tummy until— Bucky's eyes go wide as his body is wracked by something, bright and hot and pulsing. It goes on forever, pushing through him again and again, and he'd be writhing on the table, but his muscles aren't responding. He likes it so much, immediately wants more, but he feels so sleepy...he keeps drifting in and out while the otter moves in him some more, and then something hot and liquidy is shot up inside him, deep inside him, the otter's thing pressed so far inside him and filling him up more every time it throbs. Bucky doesn't really want to sleep, wants to feel the otter and feel good some more, but he doesn't have a choice. His eyes roll back into his head and everything goes black. - He squints up at the buzzing lights when he opens his eyes. After a moment, he tries to lift a hand to block them out, but his arm feels so heavy and slow, he gives up with a little huff. He feels so strange. Between his legs feels...not really sore, but tingly. Open and raw. His clothes are all back on, his legs out of the weird metal things, and he feels like someone's scrubbed him clean. Even the paper on the bed-table got changed, and when he looks over, he sees the otter's kennel, and Derek crouched down feeding it treats through the bars. The movement of his head makes the room spin a little, and Bucky smiles hazily, giving a little giggle. This is fun. He likes it here. Everything's so much fun... "Did you enjoy yourself?" Doc's voice is all echoey in his head, and Bucky turns his head to the other side to see him. It looks like there's a few of him, all moving around. Giggling, Bucky gives him a dreamy, gap-toothed smile, eyes unfocused. Doc smiles. "Didn't I tell you you'd have fun like Mowgli?" When Doc helps him stand up, he's still giggling, the room spinning around even more when he's on his feet. He's so dizzy and stumbling so much that Doc holds his hand all the way down the hall, telling him what a good boy he was. He feels like a good boy. So good he can't walk right, and he kinda wants to ask Doc to carry him like a little kid, but he seems to enjoy watching Bucky stumble. Everything looks so funny, all bendy and twisty, and Bucky finds himself rambling on happily about soft fur and big things in him and feeling floaty and absolutely nothing at all, giggling all the while. His tongue feels heavy in his mouth, so maybe he doesn't make much sense, but he doesn't care. Soft breeding is fun, he says. He wants a bear next time, he says, like Mowgli. Doc tells him with a smile that he should probably wait until the pups he's carrying now are born, and Bucky looks at his free hand to see if he's carrying anything, only to get distracted by how funny it looks in front of his face. When he tears his eyes away from his fingers, he sees Doc has something big in his pants, between his legs. Maybe he thinks soft breeding is fun, too. The thought makes him smile. Dizzy and drooling a little bit down his chin, Bucky only notices that he's being led somewhere that's not the waiting room when everything goes dark. They're in a little closet, which makes him giggle again, but this time Doc shushes him. Bucky hears a zipper. They're gonna have a little more fun, Doc tells him in the dark, all quiet. Bucky grins and puts his finger to his lips, belatedly copying his shush. And then there's something big and hot touching his lips, smearing something wet across them. Bucky stands there with his mouth open a little, not sure what to do, but Doc is so nice and helps him, puts a big hand behind his head and pulls him forward. He didn't know something so big could fit in his mouth, his lips stretching open wide as it slides back on his tongue. His eyelids droop, throat already relaxed just like the rest of him, and his little hands reach up to hold the edges of Doc's white coat while the something presses down past his tongue. So big, and Bucky tries clumsily to swallow around it, but it doesn't go down anymore, just sits there and throbs in his throat. Doc's breathing is all funny, his hand shaking as he pets Bucky's hair. In the time it takes for Bucky to figure out he can breathe through his nose, he gets even more dizzy, eyelids drooping further. Does he like this? Is this real? It tastes so good... It starts moving, back and forth, in and out, and oh yes he does like this. Doc is moving it, he realizes dimly, filling his throat up again and again like the otter had done down there. It makes Bucky feel unsteady on his feet – more unsteady – 'cause sometimes he can't breathe right, making little choking sounds around it but not pulling away. "That's a good boy, there you go...all part of the breeding..." Doc's voice is deep and strained and funny. Almost like he's in a rush, but he's smiling, almost laughing. A shaking hand strokes his face. "You know you...you just looked so pretty, like a little rag doll on that table...your legs all spread...wanted to fuck you right there, would've— god, would've while you couldn't move, couldn't— couldn't—" Doc lets out a funny grunt and all of a sudden there's so much to swallow, so hot and spilling down his throat. Bucky does his best, but some of it ends up running down his chin, and he licks his lips once there's nothing in his mouth anymore. Doc lets out a shaky sigh and he hears a zipper again. Soon he's squinting against bright light again, zig-zagging beside Doc in clumsy steps and grinning wide when he sees Nana in the waiting room. She and Doc start talking again, but now time goes all watery, Bucky leaning heavy against her leg and staring dazedly at a spot on the tile floor. "I'll see you in a month for an ultrasound," Doc says to Nana, then kneels in front of Bucky again. This time he tries so hard to focus on his face, but everything won't stop moving and he just starts giggling. "That was a fun soft breeding session, Bucky. Thanks for being such a big boy." Bucky doesn't feel big, but he likes that, he decides as he stumbles outside with Nana. He feels little and wobbly, and he likes big things inside him, he tells her. ***** Routine ***** Chapter Notes Bear with me here, creepy doctor will be gone by the end of the next chapter, and replaced with your favorite star spangled hero. And as always, any hate and objections to my lack of morals are welcome and very warranted. I am a piece of human garbage. See the end of the chapter for more notes The next thing Bucky remembers real clearly is waking up in his bed. He feels weird, his head all heavy and the lights still a little too bright, and his butt hurts. But it's not too bad. The weirdest thing is that he's the only one in the bedroom, sitting up slow and rubbing his eyes as he glances around at the eleven empty beds around him, pushed up against each side of the room in neat rows. Everything in their house is neat 'cause of Nana. It's still daylight outside, mostly. Too early for bed. Bucky has a vague memory of walking in zig-zagging lines home from the bus stop and being led up to bed, but it's all fuzzy, like everything after he saw the otter for the first time. What happened after that? A little shiver runs through Bucky's body. He knows what happened. He remembers it all funny and mixed up, but the feeling of the otter pushing up inside him, all hot and big, isn't easy to forget. It's making him feel funny between the legs just thinkin' about it. He remembers feeling floaty and good, the otter moving in him, holding Doc's hand in the hallway, tasting something yummy in the dark...but that's it. His head hurts. He hops down from his bed and pads out of the room – somebody changed him into jammies, he doesn't remember that either. As he goes down the stairs, careful and one at a time, his tummy rumbles. At least he can see good and walk in a straight line now. He follows the smell of Nana's cooking, like pork chops and mashed potatoes and green beans, down to the big kitchen where all the other kids are, talking over one another and peeking up over the counter on tiptoe to try to see what Nana's doing. All of them are five or six, but Wanda and Pietro are almost seven – six and three quarters, Bucky thinks enviously. They're the only real siblings, too, but they all grew up together in Nana's house since they were babies. She's a caretaker. It means that...it means...Bucky doesn't know what it means. "Mm! Mm! Bucky!" Peter tries to get his attention from the other side of the kitchen, squeezing between Angie and a fussing Nana's legs to get to him. It's then that Bucky realizes he's the only one wearing his jammies – usually they get ready for bed when their after-dinner movie is over, and he feels embarrassed being the only one. "Did'ja get breeded?" Peter whispers, all secret, brown eyes wide. Biting his lip, Bucky nods. His answer makes Peter grin wide before he pushes his blankie back into his mouth, chewing on it. Peter's only five and a half, but he's still Bucky's best friend. "It was a otter," he mumbles, smiling a little bit. "A odder?" "Mhmm." "Is'at good?" Bucky feels his face get all hot, shuffling a little on his feet and trying to make his grin smaller. He shouldn't brag, Nana says. When Wanda and Pietro had their first litters, they weren't allowed to ask them about it, on account of privacy, and that's how come Bucky only told Peter he was going. But he nods, and Peter makes a little excited sound. "I wanna get breeded," Peter whines, pulling at his pants. "But, but I wanna puppy dog t'do it. Like in, um, Lady and da Tramp." Nana calls them suddenly – she's finished dishing up plates, and they all line up nice and neat, just a little bit of pushing and shoving, and take them careful off the counter. Bucky grabs for the one with a lotta potatoes like he likes, but Nana's hand gently stops him. "This one's for you, James," she says, leaving no room for argument, and hands him a different plate. It looks the same except less potatoes, and Bucky pouts all the way to the dinner table. She's never done that before, why would she do this to him now, when his butt hurts and he's the only one in jammies? This is the worst night of his life. Thirty seconds later he's entirely forgotten about it, sitting at the table and laughing with Peter while they smush green beans with their forks. As Bucky eats, he doesn't start feeling sleepy like he usually does. Maybe it's 'cause of all the sleep he got after the breeding. Everybody else is getting sleepy like normal, getting quieter the longer they eat, hands slower as they move food around their plates, eyes going droopy. Usually Bucky's sucking his thumb by now – he's a big kid, he doesn't want to suck his thumb anymore like a baby, but it feels so easy and nice to just do it after he eats. Dinner always makes him feel funny like that. But now he doesn't feel easy or sleepy, he just wants more potatoes. Watching the movie is different, too, once they're all ushered into the living room and sat on comfy chairs facing the big TV. Bucky's fidgety, getting a feeling all of a sudden that he doesn't wanna watch this movie again – they watch Tarzan once a week, every week, how come he's never gotten tired of it before? Everybody else is sitting there staring at the screen, some of 'em are even drooling. Usually Bucky would be joining them, drooling around his thumb and fixated on the movie, but tonight he feels too awake. And when his favorite part comes, where little Tarzan gets bred by the gorillas for the first time, instead of being wholly enchanted by it, he notices something he never has before. The scene looks different from the rest of the movie. Not worse, just...different. The characters look like they were drawn by somebody else, like it was all added in later. Even the voices sound off. He watches with his brow furrowed as the scene ends and it all looks normal again, except for the gorillas' things hanging between their legs. They don't track perfectly as the animals move around on the screen, like they were added after too. Really it's not bad-looking or sloppy, it's just...Bucky's seen this movie so many times, and he's just now noticing. He glances around at the other kids to see if they think anything's different, but they're just staring at the TV like they're hypnotized. They must really be sleepy, he thinks. When Nana puts them to bed, Bucky still doesn't feel tired, but he knows better than to say no to her. So he ends up staring at the ceiling for a long time, fidgeting in the soft, furry cuffs that keep his hands locked above his head. It's so they won't be naughty, Nana says, but it just makes it hard to go the whole night without wetting the bed 'cause they can't get up to go to the bathroom. He can't stop thinking about the otter. Remembering it makes him shiver and his tummy goes all funny. What's gonna happen now? Does he have little baby otters inside him? He doesn't feel like he does, but when Wanda and Pietro had their litters, it took a long, long time. Turning his head to the side to rest his cheek against his arm, he lets out a long sigh. In the dark, their night light casts a faint red glow, comforting. It's the light from the camera mounted in the corner of the room. - When he wakes up in the morning, after having dreams about the otter all night long, his jammie pants are all sticky. Bucky doesn't feel sleepy after dinner that night, either. Or the night after that, or any night after. Every day Nana gives him his own special plate at dinner that looks the same as everybody else's, except they get to pick theirs and Bucky doesn't. He even tries trading with Peter one night but Nana gets mad and doesn't let them. He doesn't know why watching the same seven movies every week wasn't annoying or boring before, but it sure is now, and every time he notices the same thing: that any scene with breeding, and there are a lot of 'em, looks different than the rest of the movie. The one with Pinocchio and the donkeys, Alice and the Cheshire Cat, Belle and the Beast...even Mowgli and all the jungle animals, and Jungle Book is Bucky's favorite. He's a little upset he didn't notice before. And even weirder, through the whole movie of Lady and the Tramp, Lady the little girl looks different than everybody else. Not just when she's breeding with Tramp. "D'you notice Lady looks a little weird?" he asks Peter one night after they watch it. Lady and the Tramp is his favorite, which makes him the expert. Peter stands on his tiptoes on the stool to spit into the sink. It's their turn to brush their teeth, and he wipes the toothpaste from his mouth with the back of his hand. "Weird how?" he asks, looking at Bucky with heavy-lidded eyes. Exhausted, and swaying on his feet while Bucky feels perfectly awake. "I dunno, just...like she got drawed different," Bucky shrugs. "Drawed?" "Yeah. That's how they make those kinda cartoons, lots 'n lotsa drawings." Peter's eyes widen a little in interest, and Bucky rinses off his toothbrush under the tap. "I like when she, um, gets breeded by Tramp," his friend says in a small voice, ducking his head and chewing on his favorite corner of his blankie. "Wh-when he pushes up her skirt..." "I know, I know." Bucky's heard Peter go on about that part a bajillion times. "But d'you think she looks different, at all?" Peter blinks slowly for a long moment, his little brow furrowed like it's taking a lot of effort for him to remember. Eventually, he shakes his head. Before Bucky can say anything else, somebody knocks on the bathroom door and tells them to hurry up 'cause it's their turn. Bucky doesn't know what to make of it all. Maybe he's just feeling more grown- up because of the breeding, but then wouldn't Wanda and Pietro be acting all fidgety and bored every night too? Well...they did before, Bucky suddenly remembers one night. When they were both pregnant, they acted just like he does every evening, but he'd been too sleepy and happy after dinner to think anything of it. Nana even gave them special plates, he's pretty sure. But the next day when Bucky decides to ask them about it, Nana pulls him aside after breakfast before he even can. It's not his fault he got too distracted by the smell of pancakes to ask them before. "James, darling, you're going to the doctor again today, go get dressed," she tells him, crouching down. Bucky's tummy flips. "Da doctor?" he repeats, eyes wide. "Da soft breedin' doctor?" "For your ultrasound, yes," she nods. When she reaches up to try to fix his hair, he squirms away. "What'sa ultrasound?" he asks quickly. Is it more breeding? Is he gonna see the otter again? "They're going to use a machine to see if you're carrying pups, and if you're all healthy." Bucky automatically looks down at his tummy. It doesn't look any bigger than usual...maybe a little, but that might be 'cause of the pancakes he ate. They leave after Bucky gets dressed and Nana's sister comes to the house to babysit the other kids while they're gone, which makes Bucky a little jealous. Auntie is really fun and sometimes bakes chocolate chip cookies for them, so he makes Peter promise to save him one if she does. At least he gets to ride the city bus with Nana; it's pretty fun except that Nana just reads her dumb grown- up book and doesn't say anything the whole time. They go to the same little building as last time, and once again Bucky tries to tug Nana over to the kids waiting area to play with the toys, pouting when she doesn't let him. Stupid Nana (he doesn't mean that, he never means that). More boring grown-up talk later, Doc walks through the door and Bucky's stomach does a flip. His face feels all hot and he tries hiding behind Nana's leg even though he's smiling, peeking out at the older man. "Hello again, Bucky." Doc crouches down and smiles at him like they've got a secret. Do they have a secret? Bucky can't remember, everything was so fuzzy... "Ready for me to take a look in there?" He pokes Bucky's belly gently and it makes him giggle. "Yeh. Are da baby otters in me?" he asks, a little shy. Doc's smile widens. "We're gonna find out. Come on back with me." They don't go so far down the hallway this time. Bucky remembers going to the room at the end of it to meet the otter, but he doesn't really remember coming back. They went into a dark room, he thinks. They had fun in the dark. The room Doc takes him in, hand on his shoulder to guide him, looks like Bucky's regular doctor's office, but with more fancy computers. Strong hands pick him up and he lets out a little squeak of surprise, lifted until he's set down on the examination table, wiggling around on the crinkly paper. "I wanna see da otter again," he announces. Doc sits on a stool next to him. "I bet you do," the man says knowingly, and opens up a cabinet. It's full of the funny gowns that doctors always have, the ones that are open all down the back. After a second, he seems to change his mind and closes it again. "Take off your clothes for me, Bucky. Can't do the procedure with you all covered up." He doesn't know why he starts doing it so quickly, tugging off his shirt and letting it fall to the ground without a second thought, but Nana always says not to let strangers touch or see you naked unless they're doctors, and Doc is a doctor. Duh. Besides, Doc watches him undress with a smile on his face, so he must like it. That must mean he's doing something right. Bucky blushes a little 'cause his thing is already acting funny again, standing up a little between his legs and feeling all sensitive. It's been like that since Doc walked in the room. "How're you gonna look inside my tummy? 'S it gonna hurt?" he asks, legs swinging over the side of the table. "No no, it won't hurt." The quick assurance has Bucky breathing a huff of relief. "We've got a special machine that shows us a video of what's inside." Doc's big hand pushes gently on his chest, warm, until Bucky has to lay back against the slanted table. He feels like he can't move, or maybe he shouldn't, but it isn't a bad thing because Doc even moves his legs for him so they're laying out nice and straight. He moves them one at a time so Bucky's spread wide for a second. It's so quiet in the room, just the faint whir of machines and Bucky's heart pounding in his chest. Is he nervous or excited? Can he be both, is that possible? He swallows hard, watching the doctor and feeling like...well, like he's naked in front of somebody he doesn't really know. Somebody who made him feel so, so good last time. Doc works at the computer and doesn't say anything for a while and it just makes Bucky's heart pound harder. "Have you thought a lot about the otter?" he asks suddenly, quiet. He doesn't look away from the computer. Swallowing hard, Bucky nods. "At nighttime," he confesses softly. "I think a lot about 'im at nighttime." Doc hums softly, still looking at the computer. "He made you feel good, didn't he? Made you feel like you never have before?" Bucky nods again, heart beating harder. His thing gets bigger and pinker between his legs and he moves a hand to cover it, embarrassed, but a strong hand on his wrist stops him. Doc is breathing harder, he can see, and he's turning red under the collar of his shirt. "Don't you worry. You'll be able to feel that way over, and over, and over," he mutters slowly, voice deep in a way that sends shivers down Bucky's spine. When, he wants to ask. When can he feel that way again? But he can't talk, his brain is stuck, he's just staring open-mouthed at the doctor with his breath coming in short little huffs. Doc has let go of him now, messing with some part of the machine, a little wand with a cord that connects it to the computer. He's putting stuff on the end of it, a kind of gel that looks almost like clear toothpaste, and before Bucky knows it, the end of the wand is being pressed against his tummy, just below his belly button. It's cold, but Doc's other hand presses down on his chest so he can't squirm too much, gentle but keeping him in place. Bucky's thing gives a throb. He can't even take deep breaths with Doc's hand there, so he just watches him, but Doc only looks at the screen. On it are just moving gray blobs, not a video of cute otter pups like Bucky was expecting. "Is...is there anythin' in there?" he manages to ask. For some reason his little hips twitch up without his permission, and the picture on the screen goes funny for a second. Well, funnier. Doc doesn't answer at first, just moves the wand around on his tummy, pressing kinda hard. At least the gel has warmed up. Then, slowly, a smile spreads across his face. "Yes, indeed there is." He moves his hand off Bucky's chest to point to one of the gray blobs, then another, counting out loud as he goes. "One, two, three, four...and a fifth hiding over here. Bucky, you beauty, your fertility tests were right..." Bucky's brow furrows in confusion, squinting at the screen. "Those are da otters? Why do they look like that?" They can't just be little blobs. "That's just how the machine sees them, they'll look better once they get bigger," Doc assures him, taking the wand away. "They're so small there's not much to see right now. But they'll grow, and you'll get so big, you little thing..." Doc sounds like he can't wait to see Bucky all big with pups, and it gets his heart going even more. He wants to make Doc happy. "Shame I'll only be with you for a few soft breeding sessions," he sighs, wiping off the end of the wand. "Would've liked to see you and a stallion...well, you're at your prettiest right now, that's what matters." Bucky doesn't really know what he means, but he's more interested in watching him as he moves around the office, putting things away and taking other things out. In the corner of the room there's a big tank, like the kind that Auntie used to blow up balloons for Nana's birthday last year, and Doc wheels it over, talking as he fiddles with tubes and stuff connected to it. "I don't normally do this, you know. Not in years, anyway. It's just every now and then there's a special little boy...and you, Bucky, are a very special little boy. We have to take advantage of opportunities like this when they arise, and damn the consequences." Doc thinks he's special. Bucky smiles and sits up a little, proud, but a strong hand pushes him back down, and then there's something funny being fitted over his face. It only covers his nose, with a tube coming out either side of it and going down each of his cheeks. Is this part of the ultrasound? "Now that we know that otter fucked you nice and full...time for us to have a little fun of our own," Doc says, smiling. He's sworn twice, words Nana would make him wash his mouth out for, but both times it made Bucky shudder and feel nice. Still confused about the mask on his face, Bucky looks over to see Doc turn a knob on the top of the tank, and then after a moment of thought, turn it much further. A soft hissing noise fills the room and air blows onto his nose through the mask. It doesn't smell any different, except maybe more rubbery from the mask, but— Oh... Wow. Bucky lets out a little huff of a laugh, grinning wide. He starts laughing a little and then he doesn't stop, he never wants to stop. His arms and legs feel all tingly, and there's a thrill in his tummy, a swooping, excited feeling. Wow. Wow, he never wants this to go away. "That's a good boy," says Doc's voice through the pleasant humming that's started up in Bucky's ears, and a big hand pets his hair while Bucky grins at the doctor. He loves Doc. He's so nice to him, gives him funny medicine that makes him feel good inside. Warmth spreads from Bucky's tummy all the way out to his head and toes and fingers, and he feels so heavy he never wants to move again. It's so nice. He's a good boy... Doc starts doing something, moving between his legs at the end of the table, but every time Bucky tries to wonder or worry about what's going on down there, the thought slips away like water through his fingers. Nothing matters, everything is so nice and warm. Warmer between his legs, which Doc spreads apart wide, so wide it should hurt but it doesn't. Bucky hears a zipper. Slowly, he manages to lift his head to look at Doc, giggling at the sight of him because seeing him just makes Bucky so happy. It's so much work to keep his head up, but Doc...Doc has his thing out – so, so much larger than Bucky's, huge and stiff and red. He's covering it in the same stuff he put on the wand. "You're so small," Doc groans, touching his thing and making it all slick and shiny while Bucky watches, absolutely entranced. "You'll be the best one yet. And your pups, god— they'll be so gorgeous, I'll have to buy one." Bucky understands why Doc likes him small, 'cause he likes Doc big. Likes when Doc grabs his legs and pulls him closer like he doesn't weigh anything, his head lolling back with the movement. The otter was much smaller, he thinks when Doc's thing presses up inside him, hot and massive, and Bucky likes it. It should hurt, but again, it doesn't. There's no such thing as pain for Bucky right now. All he feels is warm and good. Hazily, he manages to lift his head again, and sees that his tummy looks all big now, something inside it filling it up. Did the pups grow that fast? No, no that's...that's Doc, inside him. He drifts in and out – is he sleeping? He can't tell – while Doc moves in and out, in and out, making him feel better and better every time. It all feels like the best dream he's ever had. There's a very small voice in the back of his head that says he shouldn't be doing this with a human, Nana says it's not allowed, but it slips away just like everything else. He catches bits of things Doc says to him, all breathless and quiet like he's in a hurry. "Such a pretty thing...wish you were having mine, wish I could steal you away..." "A fox will have you next. They always leave teeth marks, can't wait to see that..." "Like the mask, huh? Like when the nice doctor turns you into a silly little plaything?" Bucky blinks slowly, taking a long time to form an answer. The way Doc says it makes him feel good in his tummy, so he smiles and nods. Doc touches him all over, too. Pinches at his nipples until they look all red, even though they still don't hurt, grabs his thing and rubs at it in a way that makes him get that same feeling that he did with the otter. Where his whole body feels like it's lighting up, muscles jerking as good feelings pulse through him, stronger and stronger. He almost lets out a little noise when it happens, but Doc presses a hand over his mouth so he has to breathe through his nose, breathing in even more of whatever Doc is giving him in the mask. His little thing twitches and spills something wet across his tummy. He feels even sleepier now, but he stays awake long enough to feel hot liquid fill him up inside, and lets out one last little giggle before his head falls to the side.   -   "I think Barton will be available by the time he's old enough—" "No no, it has to be Rogers, have you seen James' fertility test results? Only the best will do for him." Bucky walks back into the waiting room to find Nana talking to the lady at the desk, who seems to be on the receiving end of Nana's cold stare. Bucky doesn't feel funny at all, even though he did last time after medicine – as soon as Doc took off the mask, he felt fine. Just walking a little funny is all, and he thinks Doc put his undies on backwards while he was asleep. That's another thing, he still remembers it all, every bit! He can't wait to tell Peter all about how much fun ultrasounds are. "I'll see if he'll be ready by then," the lady at the desk finally agrees, typing something into her computer. "Looks like he just took on new breeding stock, but they should age out before James is ready to start full breeding." "Good. See to it that he's assigned to Rogers." Bucky runs up to Nana, too excited to walk and tugging Doc along with him by his white coat. "Nana! Nana, I got five pups! Five!" He holds up all his fingers on one hand so she can see. Nana turns to look at the desk lady, with an expression that clearly says "I told you so." Chapter End Notes I'm still taking suggestions for animals and/or scenarios you want our little Bucky involved with! The comment section is a judgement free zone, tell me the very dirtiest things you want done to him. Also I know some of the stuff about the movies and the different plates might have come of as confusing, and I'm happy to explain it if you don't get it! Wasn't sure how clear I was making it when I was writing. ***** Static ***** Chapter Notes Sorry this took so long, and that it's so short! I meant for this to be the last chapter in the prologue-y bit, but then it just got longer and longer. So the last chapter featuring doc is actually the next one, and I'm already almost done writing it. Thanks for bearing with me! See the end of the chapter for more notes "It was so much fun, Nana!" "That Doctor Wheeler took far too long. I've been taking my stock to him for twenty years, but I won't hesitate to switch to Zola if he can't perform a simple ultrasound in a reasonable amount of time." "I got to see da pups, they're in my tummy right now! Are you listening?" "And honestly, a few – what? Yes dear – a few times in the past I can excuse, but if this becomes a pattern..." "Nana, Doc did me like da otter did! He, he did me!" "What?" "All up inside me! Felt so good, Nana!" "You're confused. An ultrasound machine sends waves through your skin, it doesn't go inside you." "No, but Doc did," Bucky mutters, disheartened, and kicks at the sidewalk. He was so excited, practically skipping alongside his caretaker while they walked to the bus, but she had to go and be a boring grown up. Doc isn't a boring grown up. Doc turns him silly and...and calls him things that should be naughty, but they feel good to hear. If only he could live with Doc – he'd bring Peter too, and they could take funny medicine together, and all three of them could have fun.   -   "But we're not s'pposed to do that with people..." Peter's voice is a whisper, doing a good job of keeping it secret like Bucky asked him. It's one of the things he likes about Peter, he's a good secret keeper. The two of them are laying on the floor coloring with crayons in one of their special coloring books, the ones with pictures that make Bucky feel all hot and good. "Yeah, but doesn't it sound like fun?" he presses, carefully filling in the horse's leg on his page. When he glances up he watches Peter go pink, his head ducking as he hides part of his face in his blankie. "Yeah," he admits, real quiet, and smiles shyly at Bucky. Bucky's grin widens. "Told ya. I'm a good boy, he said so. I think he's gonna do it again," he says matter-of-factly, and goes back to coloring the horse's big, big thing hanging down beneath him. He's sore on his butt, now that it's been nearly two hours, and limps a little funny when he walks – the hurt is deep inside him, even in his tummy. It makes him remember the playtime they had, though, so maybe he kinda likes it. Over the next several weeks, he can't stop thinking about Doc and how he touched him, his hands all big and strong...and when he finally notices his belly starting to get big, he asks Nana almost nonstop if he can go show the doctor, and of course she always says no. Says it's not time for his next appointment yet. A lot of times Bucky finds himself poking at his tummy, feeling how firm it is and watching his t-shirts stretch over it more and more. Eventually Nana starts giving him bigger shirts that hang down to his knees. It's not just his belly, either. His chest is starting to get little bumps under his nipples, sensitive things that he can't touch without his thing twitching. And he feels funny all the time. Whenever he looks down at his belly, he feels all warm inside, wants it bigger and bigger and bigger. He likes this. He likes being pregnant and having little pups inside him. If he thinks about it too much, either his thing gets all hard or he starts crying...sometimes both. It just feels so good; he's supposed to be all big with babies, always. Even when they feel really heavy hanging there, he likes it, wraps his arms around his tummy and pretends he's carrying them around. Sometimes, at night, he thinks about what Doc will do when he sees him. Thinks about him petting his big belly, telling him what a good job he's doing growing these pups...nights when he thinks about that he wakes up with sticky underwear. "Nanaaaa," he whines one evening after dinner, unable to take it anymore. They're watching Aladdin again, and he can only stand watching Jasmine getting bred with the big tiger so many times. He turns around on the couch to look at her, or at least he tries to – his tummy's gotten so big, it's hard to do anything. "C'n I watch somethin' else? I already know what happens..." Nana looks up from her book, watching him with a blank expression. The other children take no notice of Bucky's disruption, staring hypnotized and docile at the screen. "It is about that time, I suppose," she eventually sighs, and closes her book. Admittedly, Bucky's a little shocked that she listened. "Come on. With me." He slides off the couch, one hand on his tummy as his bare feet pad on the floor after her, leaving the other kids drooling at the TV. He can only waddle, slow and leaving him breathing in short little pants. Surprising him even more, Nana leads him to her bedroom, a room he's seen from the doorway but never been allowed in, and she lifts him up onto her neatly made bed to sit on her quilt. Bucky just gapes open-mouthed at her. She's really letting him do this? Against the wall opposite her bed is a dresser with a television on it, much smaller than the one in the living room, and she turns her back to him to do something with it. While he's waiting, he looks around the room, but there's not much interesting to see. Just boring grown up stuff like perfume and big books. "When this finishes, wait here and I'll come get you," she instructs, and something begins to play on the screen. Too much in shock to object to being left alone, he watches her go, a little miffed when she turns the light off and closes the door, leaving him in complete darkness except for the glow of the television. At first, he thinks there's something wrong with the screen. It just keeps flashing lights at him real fast, but there's music playing that's slow and gentle. Almost like a lullaby. "Listen carefully to the following message," says a man's voice from the TV. It's a nice, slow, deep voice that he likes immediately. Bucky shifts a little on the bed, springs creaking beneath him. The words just repeat over and over in the same voice, with the flashing lights and the music and...and Bucky can't look away. He doesn't know how long it repeats, maybe just a few minutes or an hour, but suddenly what seems like the real movie starts. It shows a little girl, littler than him, sitting without any clothes on in the grass, a fluffy bunny on her lap. She's smiling and petting it. "Soft breeding can be a wonderful experience for any good little girl or boy," says the same man's voice. Bucky gets the feeling that this was made a long time ago, 'cause the picture is a little staticky. It reminds him of that video Nana had them watch about knowing when to cross the road and not to talk to strangers and stuff. "Little Carol here has just had her first breeding session with a rabbit. Let's take a look at what's going to happen next..." She doesn't look like she just got bred. Her hair is neat and she's clean all over – wouldn't she be covered in grass and dirt? Bucky remembers being dirty with...with something. Fur and stickiness. The video continues in the same way, talking about little bunny babies growing inside Carol, and how her body changes. Bucky doesn't know why, but he can't look away, his eyelids drooping as he settles back against the pillows without meaning to. Every now and then the screen flashes again, making the whole room flash with it and leaving images imprinted in the back of Bucky's eyes. Sometimes he thinks he sees words in the flashes, only he can't read them fast enough. Words keep repeating, too, over and over. The video will be normal for a while, then one line is played on repeat like it's broken. Bucky's eyelids feel so heavy but he can't close them, it's important to keep them open. "Carrying litters is a pleasure and a privilege," says the man's voice, deep and slow and over and over and over. The words echo in Bucky's head long after he stops saying them. He doesn't think he can move, but he doesn't want to try, either. His whole body feels so warm and heavy and good. "You want to have as many litters as you can." Yeah...yeah, he does, wants to get filled up again and again... "Your offspring do not belong to you. You want to give them to the adults who gave you the opportunity to breed." Not his...yeah...he wants to give them... "You'll be obedient and happy. You'll want to have another litter." He will...that's what he wants... The movie ends with Carol naked in a field again, this time with a cat. It never shows her bunny hybrid babies. Bucky's left limp in the dark, sleepy but his mind buzzing. What did he just watch? He doesn't...he doesn't even remember it...it was nice, he liked it. His thing isn't hard, but his pants are all sticky and he doesn't know why. Strange words echo in his head. How late is it, how long was he watching? It's a good thing Nana comes to get him after the other kids' movie is over, 'cause he still can't move, not until Nana turns the light back on and it feels like he snaps out of it, blinking at her in the brightness. That night when he closes his eyes, he sees flashing lights. And every night after that, Nana takes him into her room to watch the video again, only this one he never gets tired of. Chapter End Notes Any questions, kinks, requests, feedback, etc are welcome! ***** Big ***** Chapter Notes This chapter goes out to everyone who has been patient with my terrible update schedule. See the end of the chapter for more notes By the time Bucky goes to see Doc again, he looks and feels like he's got a bowling ball in his tummy. He can feel the little pups moving around in him by now – he can actually feel it, and Peter can too when he touches his tummy. It makes him so, so happy. The bigger he gets, so big he can't see his toes, the better it makes him feel. It's like he's carrying around a huge bundle of love inside him that fills him with warm and good feelings, and now he knows exactly what Nana always meant when she said that he and the other kids were made to carry litters. That's what it feels like now, like there's nothing he'd rather be doing, and it quickly becomes all he can think about, caught up for weeks in his happy daze that seems to numb any yucky feelings in his head. Sometimes he just sits in the sun by the window, pulls up his shirt and pets his tummy for a long time. Those are his little babies in there, his and the otter's... Not his. They don't belong to him. He wants to give them to Doc. He waddles through the waiting room out of breath, swaying a little from the weight of his tummy, but he doesn't mind a bit. And Doc liked seeing him stumble around after he got the medicine, so maybe he'll like how tricky it is for him to walk now. "Hi!" he squeals happily when he sees Doc, trying to waddle faster toward him. He uses the pole beside him for support, but it's on wheels, so it doesn't help much. That morning Nana called him into her room to watch the video again, but this time she stayed in the room with him, and when he snapped out of it at the end – the video always does something funny to him – he had something poking out of his elbow. Nana told him not to pull it out on account of there's a needle in there, and the needle is attached to a thin tube, and the tube is attached to a bag, and the bag hangs on a weird metal pole on wheels. It's a way of getting medicine into him, Nana says, but Bucky doesn't like it 'cause she snuck the needle into him, and now he's gotta take a big pole wherever he goes. So he's been pouting all morning, until seeing the doctor cheers him up. "Well look at you," Doc says with a smile, his voice going all deep like Bucky likes. It makes him blush and giggle a bit. "All filled up, I see. You've grown so big..." "I gotta new tooth too!" he exclaims, smiling so Doc can see where there's no longer a gap, but a pearly grown-up tooth. "He's going to need a wheelchair, the walk from the taxi tired him out," Nana tells Doc, and Bucky immediately puffs up indignantly, ready to argue. "I can carry him, all of the chairs are in the back." Doc doesn't look away from him as he says it, smiling like they've got a secret. And Bucky shuts his mouth because no way is he gonna say no to being carried by Doc. The man scoops him up like he weighs nothing – Bucky's been feeling like an elephant, and now he's light as a feather in Doc's arms. Doc even has a free hand to bring the medicine along with them. He takes him back behind the big doors, Nana staying in the waiting room like always. "Are we gonna play?" Bucky asks him softly, gripping Doc's shirt in his small fist. "I been waiting a long time. Wanna play." "If we have time," he answers, and suddenly there's a big hand up between his legs, making Bucky gasp. His undies don't fit him anymore, all he's been able to wear are big t-shirts, so Doc has his thing in his hand just like that. He clings tight to the doctor, panting. "You were given Pitocin...six hours ago? You should be almost ready." Ready for playtime? This medicine isn't the kind that he likes, the kind that makes him go all loopy. He doesn't feel any different at all. Doc sets him down when they're still in the hallway, and Bucky's legs feel all shaky from his thing getting hard so fast, swaying on his feet. Thankfully Doc holds his hand, watching him and smiling as he pants and waddles unsteadily down the hall, tennies squeaking on the smooth floor. "You're so little...can barely carry it all, can you?" Doc says softly, sounding a little out of breath too. Bucky gives him a toothy smile. Before he didn't like being called little, but he really likes how Doc says it. Likes how small he feels when the grown up touches him. Doc takes him into a room that's even more different than the other two he's been in. This one has a lot more stuff in it, a bed and computers and tools and all kinds of things, with big lights hanging from the ceiling and pointed at the bed. Doc locks the door behind them. "Clothes off," he instructs once he lifts Bucky onto the bed, and he obeys immediately, kicking off his shoes and tossing the big shirt on the floor. The tube connected to his elbow is still through one of the arm holes of the shirt, and when the weight of it tugs on the tube Bucky gasps at the jolt of pain from the needle moving under his skin. It only lasts a second, but his eyes fill with fat tears and he bites his lip. Slowly, too slowly, Doc picks up the shirt and guides it along the line and over the pole until it doesn't tug anymore, and Bucky lets out a shaky breath. Doc sits down on a stool beside the bed, his eyes on Bucky's swollen belly. He squirms a little at being looked at so close like that, all naked, but it makes his tummy flip and feel nice. "Playtime now?" he asks in a small voice, but Doc doesn't seem to hear him, too busy staring. He reaches forward and spreads his warm hands out over his belly, pressing, and as Bucky's heart beats harder the pups start moving around inside. Little feet kick against the inside of his tummy and he winces a little, but Doc smiles. His hands slide up, leaving goosebumps, and cup his chest. By now Bucky's gotten bigger there – not nearly as big as Nana or Auntie, just little breasts, but they're firm and so, so sensitive that more tears well up in his eyes and his thing starts leaking between his legs. "God, I love it when you cry," Doc breathes, and suddenly he's squeezing hard, holding Bucky's chest in two tight handfuls and making him cry out and jerk on the bed. "I-it hurts," he whimpers, but good feelings are pulsing through him along with the pain, straight down to his thing and making it throb. He doesn't know if he wants to pull away or not, but Doc's holding on so tight he doesn't have a choice. There's a big smile on the doctor's face, pinching Bucky's nipples roughly and squeezing even harder until Bucky chokes out a little sob. Milk starts leaking from his nipples and Bucky's eyes widen in surprise at the sight. Once he's squirming, overwhelmed with feeling and confused, Doc leans in close and kisses him. It makes him freeze, watery eyes wide open and fat tears rolling down his cheeks as the man's mouth presses to his. Nobody's ever kissed him before. Doc's mouth is hot and...prickly, his stubble scratchy on Bucky's soft lips. It's kind of nice. Especially when Doc moves forward more and forces his tongue into Bucky's mouth, a soft sound leaving the little boy when he tastes him, unable to do anything but let him kiss him all hungry and rough. The slanted mattress hits his back and he goes limp on it, getting dizzy from not being able to breathe normal. Doc's hands are all over him, petting his hair, his tummy, one sliding up between his legs...all the while kissing him. When he finally pulls back Bucky gasps and pants, his head spinning and his mouth covered in spit. Doc smiles, his eyes frenzied. "Good boy," he tells Bucky. There's still a hand between his legs, spread wide for Doc, and it tugs at his little balls and makes him whine. "You know not just any little boy would be brave enough to have grown-up playtime. You're a very special boy." Grown-up playtime? This isn't grown-up playtime, it's just people playtime. He's supposed to do this with doggies and raccoons and monkeys stuff, not human people. But Doc thinks he's special, so he's not gonna disagree. "Want to fuck you again so bad, but I don't know how much more time we have." Bucky's tummy flips at his words. "You want something big up inside you again, don't you?" He nods quickly. He wants it so, so bad. Doc seems to think for a second, then brings his free hand to Bucky's mouth and shoves two fingers so deep inside that it makes him gag. The doctor doesn't seem to care, pushing them in deep a couple of times, and when he pulls them out they're covered in spit and Bucky's coughing. "Can I have special medicine?" he asks, timid, as soon as he can speak again. "I'll be real good, promise! Wanna get dizzy 'n funny again...be a silly toy..." "You're already taking medicine," Doc reminds him, and squeezes his elbow where the needle is, making him whimper and have to blink away tears again. "You'll get more later. I'll make sure to dope you up good, don't worry." He's even more sensitive down there than usual, he realizes as Doc pushes a spit-covered finger up inside him. He chokes out a gasp, grabbing at the bed sheets. It hurts, almost more than it feels good; he's never had anything in there when he wasn't taking medicine, but he still thinks it shouldn't hurt this much. Can he ask Doc to stop? Is that an option? He wants to, but...he's a grown up – a doctor – so he knows best. And he doesn't wanna get in trouble. So he just bites his lip and lets out little pained whimpers as Doc pushes his finger in and out, then two. "Oh yeah, you're almost ready," Doc mutters, but then he pulls his fingers out, and Bucky looks up at him with big watery eyes and his mouth hanging open. "We don't have much time at all—" Suddenly Bucky feels something gush out of him, hot and fast and soaking the sheets, and he gasps and squirms at the feeling. Oh no, oh no oh no oh no, he's wet the bed, he can't believe he just did that in front of Doc, he must think he's such a baby— Doc stands, going to a panel on the wall by the door while Bucky watches him fearfully. He'll never touch him again now, he probably thinks Bucky's just a gross baby, but he doesn't look disgusted or even worried. He just presses a button on the panel, leans in close to it and says, "His water just broke, can I get some nurses in here?" - This is what the video taught him about, the one he watches every night. And even though he can't remember it so well, 'cause it makes his brain go all funny, he still knows what to do. Like his body knows but his brain doesn't. There are a lot of people in the room now, men and women all wearing scrubs and doctor masks and talking to each other real fast about things Bucky doesn't really understand. And he's naked in front of all of 'em, sitting on the bed with his legs spread real wide while they look down there between them. But Doc is there, so it must be okay. At first he was hurting, but in the flurry of activity someone put a mask over his face like the one Doc used on him last time, and now the pain feels far away and there's a happy feeling in his tummy, his head all fuzzy and nice. Pain flashes through him, like all his muscles are tightening up around his tummy, but he barely feels it. His pups are gonna come out today, they tell him, but he already knows. He's lucky he gets to have pups, a voice says in the back of his mind. Grown ups like Doc gave him the opportunity to get bred and pregnant, and now he's gotta give the pups to them to say thank you. Eyes half-lidded, he knows he has to push before Doc even tells him, huffing out short little breaths and pushing with all his might. He can't see it 'cause of his big tummy, but he thinks his thing is hard, it feels all funny and tingly like the rest of him, especially with everybody looking down there and touching him. They keep telling him he's doing so good, and he feels too fuzzy to answer, time passing a little strangely as he breathes in the gas and pushes and pushes and pushes. It hurts, but he...he likes it. Whenever it hurts real bad there's pleasure with it too, when it burns down there and he feels dizzy. This was what he was made for, just like Nana always said, all of him and his friends were made to have babies. The grown ups keep saying something is "crowning," and Bucky doesn't know what that means but it feels like something is almost there, almost done, and he pushes harder than ever, gritting his teeth. It happens all of a sudden, that feeling rolling through him like he gets when Doc touches him a lot, his whole body seizing up with it and twitching while he lets out little cries. He feels good, he feels so good, and while it's all still happening, the pup finally slides out, and yipping cries fill the room. The other four are easy, after that. And as each one pushes out, it has Bucky shivering in pleasure, losing his mind with it. He's sweaty and there are tears running down his face, but his whole body is bliss, doing what it was engineered to do so well. Lost in pleasure and exhausted, he does his best to try to look around for his pups, see where they went in all the bustle, but his head feels so heavy that it lolls back against the pillow. It's been hours, and if he didn't still have so many good feelings making him feel electrified, he would've fallen asleep, even with all the people looking and touching down there. They clean him off real gentle, talking quietly to each other. Doc comes over to him finally, Bucky having lost track of him when it was all happening. Brushing his sweaty hair back from his face, Doc gently pulls the mask off him, and Bucky looks up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, dizzy. "Di...did I do good?" he manages to ask in a whisper, voice small and sleepy. Doc smiles at him and immediately makes him feel all warm inside. "You did excellent. Five healthy pups." He keeps petting Bucky's hair. "It looked like you enjoyed yourself – are you excited for your next pregnancy?" Bucky nods vigorously, which makes his head spin even more and he lets out a little giggle. His tummy isn't even small yet, still looking like there's something in there even though he knows there isn't, but he wants to have more babies now. "Felt so good," he admits softly, feeling himself go red. "It's...it's a fox next time, right?" "That's right. I've already made your next appointment." "N'then we can have playtime? Just you n' me?" Doc looks around for a moment, like he's worried the other grown ups will hear, but when he looks back at Bucky, he nods and smiles. Bucky's face splits into a grin. "C'n I see the babies?" he asks, hopeful. He almost calls them his babies, because even though he knows they don't belong to him, it's hard to remember that right now. Doc's lips press together, like grown-ups do when they want to look like they're thinking but already know the answer. "I don't think that's such a good idea," he tells him, and Bucky's heart falls more than he expects it to. "Young breeding stock like you tends to get too attached to their litters, if we let you be near them. I'm only trying to save you heartbreak, little one." Swallowing hard, Bucky nods after a moment, ekes out a small, "'Kay." They gotta go away anyway, he knows. Doc is right, he's always right. But there's still a lump in his throat. "But hey," he says, patting Bucky's arm and smiling. "You'll get to have another litter as soon as you recover. Lots of sweet little fox kits, doesn't that sound nice?" Bucky supposes it does, and tells him so. Being all full and pregnant felt so good, and he feels empty now, itching to breed again. To play with Doc again when he does, and get more special medicine. Knowing he has to go home soon and be not-pregnant like all the younger kids makes him feels selfishly sad, and when Doc leaves he cries a little bit while the nurses clean up the room, for a lot of reasons that are getting all jumbled up in his head. He keeps thinking about the sound of his pups crying out when they were born, their little otter squeaks, and he grips part of the blanket and balls it up close to his chest. - Bucky sleeps with a stuffed animal after that. In fact he carries it around almost everywhere, a stuffed rabbit because it's the closest thing Nana has to an otter. He goes back to watching the same dumb videos every week, except they don't seem so dumb to him anymore; he doesn't get a special plate anymore either, and starts feeling sleepy again after dinner, his mind hazy and more than happy to watch Pinocchio breeding with those donkeys. A month later he goes back to the doctor, which is way too long in his opinion, and squirms excitedly the whole time Doc does a check-up on him. "Am I gonna meet the fox now? Can we play? Can I get special medicine?" He keeps his legs spread for Doc, his little thing hard, letting him look him over but wanting to get to what's really important here. Doc laughs, straightening up and continuing the gentle prodding of Bucky's hole. "Just checking to make sure you've recovered well from the birth. Everything looks great, you should be ready to go." On the way to the soft breeding room, Doc carrying Bucky on his hip, he tells him that his otter pups are healthy still, that four of them are on the market for purchase already. "Four of 'em?" Bucky repeats, brow furrowed. With every step Doc takes, it makes his little thing rub against him, has him breathless and wanting. The way Doc smiles looks almost wicked. "Yes, four. I bought one of your boys." Bucky's eyes go wide. "You bought one'a my...?" "I did. He's going to grow into a delicious little boy just like you." He turns his head to kiss Bucky's cheek, making him go red and duck to hide his face in Doc's neck. Doc has one of his babies. He's gonna play with him in special ways just like he does with Bucky...the thought has him panting, rutting his little hips against the man's side. They reach the soft breeding room, and the fox is big, watches him with hungry eyes and has sharp teeth and claws. Pinned under the gaze of the animal and the two grown men, Bucky takes off his clothes. Chapter End Notes And that's the last part of the prologue! We'll meet Steve in the next chapter which will jump ahead a few years. And as for whether we'll ever see Doc again, even I don't know that yet lol. Someone asked on the last chapter if it's okay for them to write stories that take place within this universe, and my answer is OF COURSE. If anyone wants to write other scenes for this story that I'm skipping over, like Bucky breeding with this here fox, or Peter's soft breeding experiences, or any other character within this universe, please go right ahead. And please link me to the story if you publish it, I'd love to read it and maybe link to it here! Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!