Fic: Cool Off With A Little Help From Your Friends (1/1)
Title: Cool Off With A Little Help From Your Friends
Author: Elora
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Glee, and I am gaining no monetary compensation from this.
Summary: Kitty!Wes goes into heat during a Warblers meeting, and some of the other Warblers help him out. Babies come later...
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/kinks: animalplay, DP, anal, oral, boypussy, gangbang, orgy, mpreg, in heat, rimming, fingering, spitroast, oral, nippleplay, bathing, breastfeeding, genderplay, intersex characters, pregnancy sex, graphic descriptions of childbirth.
Genre: science fiction, kink, sexytimes, romance
Word Count: 9824
Authors Notes: This was written as a fill for the kink meme HERE
The Pilgrims are my own creation. If you want more information/meta about them check HERE
*
Wes was not a happy kitty. In fact, he was a rather grumpy kitty. He had been experiencing what several of the human Dalton students called "Cat PMS." In other words, his body was getting ready to go into heat, so he'd been acting bitchier than usual. Wes got grumpy every time a heat cycle came around, because secretly, there was nothing he wanted more then to have a baby. Dalton was a really accepting school. Considering that it had been "trendy" in the 1940s and 1950s for America's wealthiest men to take Pilgrim mistresses and wives, a lot of the privileged teens at Dalton had some Pilgrim blood in them. The school had an attendance-optional policy during heat cycles, condom dispensers in the washrooms, and even a daycare center on campus. But even though Wes knew that the faculty and staff would be understanding if he got pregnant, Wes was terrified of disappointing his very traditional father. Still, Wes' desire for a baby was very strong.
Wes was half Pilgrim. Apart from Jeff—who was a full Pilgrim—Wes had the highest amount of Pilgrim blood in the Warblers. Well, David wasn't a hundred percent certain how much Pilgrim he had in him. There were a couple of boys who weren't in the Warblers who were three-quarters, but Wes didn't know them well. Externally, Wes was male, mostly. When half human or more--and genetically male--one of the more common hybrid physiologies was external male sex organs with internal female parts.
Still, Wes' instincts were Pilgrim. He was eighteen and had been of reproductive maturity for four years. His body was starting to crave motherhood. He would dream about being pregnant.
The ovulation cramps hit him during history class, and all he wanted to do was go for a walk until the pain went away, but he still had Warblers practice. The heat hit him ten minutes into practice. His skin grew hot, his cock started to harden in his pants, the cramps disappeared and he felt the lubrication well up in his ass. He went from cranky to horny in ten seconds, and the lack of control over his hormones just made him grumpier.
The heat hit him in waves, and heads turned rapidly as every member of the Warblers with Pilgrim blood smelled Wes go into season. Ears perked up, tails began to flick, pupils dilated and everyone stared. Wes understood. As much as he was suddenly yearning to be fucked, everyone suddenly wanted to fuck him.
Wes tried to distract his fellow pilgrims by suggesting a new song to sing, however David and Thad quickly overruled him. Practice ended early, and all the human students left to go to dinner. Wes continued to sit still, his back straight, and his tail flicking from side to side as Thad got up, walked to the door and locked it. Next to him, David turned slightly and put his hand on Wes'. During heat cycles most of the Warblers slept around with other Warblers, but David and Wes were dating. If Wes wanted to go back to his room and fuck only David the others would be disappointed, but would understand. David gave Wes' hand a gentle squeeze and Wes moaned quietly. But Pilgrims have very good hearing.
"We can all smell you, Baby. You want to go back to our room? Or do you want us all to help you out?" David asked, moving close, his breath hot against Wes' ear.
"All?" Wes asked, desire thick in his voice.
"All," Blaine confirmed. He and Kurt stood up and walked over to Wes. The Warblers had several mated pairs within their ranks, but cats don't mate for life, and matings often go out the window when a heat sets in. David and Wes were together, Blaine and Kurt, and Jeff and Nick. Thad and Trent were both single, and "got around" to an astounding degree. However, at that moment Wes didn't care about matings and couplings and rules about dating. All Wes cared about was getting as many cocks inside him as possible. In pure Pilgrim societies, young people in heat were encouraged to sleep with as many partners as they wanted, to influence as much genetic uniqueness as possible.
"I need it," Wes said practically sliding out of his chair and into David's lap. "I need to get fucked David. I need to be kitted up. I've been dreaming about it for months. I want you in me, and everyone else too." Wes could feel the need and desire building. As a half human he resented his cycles and the power they took away from him. He always tried to be the perfect, proper Chinese son. "David, I want to get knocked up."
"Makes sense," Jeff said. "You're eighteen. It's when the mothering instincts get strongest if you've got them. Tracy was like that last year." Tracy was one of Jeff's older siblings. Most of the part-Pilgrims learned a lot from Jeff. Because he didn't have any human blood, his feline aspects and instincts were stronger and more pronounced. But because he didn't have any human blood he was also better at controlling them.
David pulled Wes into his arms, kissing at his cheeks, forehead, nose, eyebrows, eyelids. He reached out with his pink tongue and licked across Wes' whiskers.
"If that's what you need, it's what you'll get."
David wrapped his arms around Wes to hold him firmly, then stood up. He carried Wes to the large leather sofa and set him down on it. The other Pilgrim members of the Warblers gathered around to watch as David carefully undressed Wes. It was more difficult than usual because Wes arched into every touch, trying to get David's hands on him more. Finally, Trent reached over and held the squirming Wes down with his strong hands.
"Trent," Wes moaned. "I didn't know how strong you were! I can't wait for you to pin me down and fuck me into the sofa."
Trent's half-hard cock stiffened in his pants, and Wes lifted a hand above his head--despite the fact that Trent had him mostly pinned by the shoulders--to rub Trent's cock through his pants. Trent bucked into Wes' hand.
When David had Wes naked, the other Warblers descended on Wes. Wes' six brown nipples were exposed and Kurt and Blaine bent over Wes' torso, licking and sucking at them. They were very sensitive, and Wes was moaning. Trent was still holding Wes down while Thad kissed the Asian boy. Jeff and Nick had taken a moment, reveling in Wes' pheromones, to make out with each other in their state of heightened arousal.
As Blaine and Kurt sucked at Wes' nipples, Wes moaned loudly, natural lubrication dripping from his ass. David had barely wrapped his lips around Wes' cock before Wes was coming.
"Please," Wes begged, "I need something in me!"
David starting working Wes open with his fingers, two, three, then four fingers worked at Wes' hole as the others stripped off their own clothes before going back to worshiping Wes' body.
Even though most of the other Warblers were half human or more, they didn't all have the same genitalia. Nick had a pussy, though it was smaller than normal, with a fully formed clitoris, and Thad also had a clit, though he had no female opening. Wes had a tiny bump that might be a clit, but was small and almost unnoticeable, nestled behind his testicles, and the rest of them were all physically male on the outside. Jeff's top two nipples sat above small mounds of breasts--which he often bound--and both Thad and Wes could possibly have noticeable breasts if they had more body mass. None of them cared, though. Gender was hard to pin down for Pilgrims, though most of the Warblers identified as male. Although, during heat cycles and menstruation some of them would use female pronouns. Hybrid kids often formed prides of their own at school, because there were things about being pilgrim that the human kids just couldn't quite understand. The pilgrim warblers were a pride in their own right.
"David has first mounting rights," Jeff said. "He's Wes' mate." Nobody disputed Jeff's words.
"Please, David," Wes begged, "Fuck me!"
David wanted to ease Wes' discomfort and positioned himself at Wes' entrance, sliding in easily.
"Feels so good," Wes moaned. He reached out with his hands and his right hand was guided to Nick's hard cock, and his left found Thad's. A cock bumped into his chin and he recognized it as Trent's, sucking it in eagerly. Wes was too far gone to use too much technique. Kurt and Blaine were still working over his nipples, and Jeff's hands had slid beneath him to work over the most sensitive areas around the base of his tail as David fucked him.
David fucked Wes eagerly, his rut induced by Wes' heat. His cock hit Wes' prostate on almost every stroke, and Wes' cock was already hard again. David thrust in again and came hard in Wes' ass.
"Your turn, Trent," David said as he came around to kiss Wes deeply after Trent pulled out of Wes' mouth. Trent took David's place and slid his long, thick cock into Wes' ass. Wes moaned loudly into David's mouth, his hands still stroking Nick and Thad. Thad came first, then Nick, and the two spent Warblers cuddled together on the floor, making out.
"Wes, can I ride you?" Jeff asked.
"Yessssss," Wes hissed out. Jeff lowered himself onto Wes' hard cock, taking him in his pussy. Trent wrapped his arms around Jeff, cupping his breasts as he fucked Wes' ass. Jeff moaned and threw his head back as he fucked himself on Wes' cock while Trent kissed the back of Jeff's neck.
Wes was in bliss. He had a thick cock in his ass, a hot guy on his cock, and his boyfriend keeping his mouth occupied with his tongue. Blaine and Kurt continued to play with all six of his nipples while Nick and Thad made out on the floor.
Trent pounded into his ass, hitting his prostate on every stroke, and it wasn't long before Wes was coming in Jeff's hot pussy. Jeff stroked his cock until he came hard across Wes' stomach, some of it landing in Blaine's hair. Wes' cock softened, but was still half-hard because of his heat, and Jeff's bouncing brought it back to hardness again pretty quickly. Wes' ass clenched down around Trent's cock and Trent came in Wes' ass, slipping out as he softened.
"Who's next?" Trent asked.
"Me," Kurt said slipping his hardness into Wes' loosened and abused hole. Blaine came behind Kurt, and opened his boyfriend with his fingers, while Kurt fucked Wes' ass.
Jeff pinched his clit and came for a second time clenching around Wes' cock, before joining his boyfriend and Thad on the floor.
"Blaine, instead of you fucking me, let's see If we can both fit inside Wes at the same time," Kurt suggested.
"Yes please," Wes moaned as David pulled back to let him breathe.
It was tricky maneuvering, and they had to move around on the couch, but with extra stretching, Kurt and Blaine sandwiched Wes between them, both their cocks inside his ass. They kissed over his shoulder as they thrust into him, the friction turning them both on even more. Wes reached over and stroked David's cock.
"After them, you can fuck me again?" Wes asked his boyfriend.
"Of course," David promised. He stroked Wes' sensitive ears and whiskers as Kurt and Blaine fucked Wes. Wes came again, between the two lovers, and was beyond oversensitive.
Kurt and Blaine came within seconds of one another, filling Wes with their hot seed. Kurt pressed his fingers in Wes' ass after they pulled out, knowing he and Wes has similar anatomies, and located the entrance to Wes' birth canal with his fingers. Kurt knew how sensitive the internal vagina was, and stroked it open with one finger. Everyone watched as Wes fell apart, Kurt touching him in a way he'd never really been touched before. Kurt worked the sphincter open with one finger then gently added a second until Wes was screaming in pleasure. Kurt got a third finger in and Wes' body was shaking in the exquisite mix of pleasure and pain. "if you can," Kurt said, "get your dick into his birth canal. It hurts a little, but he'll be more likely to get pregnant, and it'll feel amazing in the end."
"You've done it?" Wes asked.
"Yes," Kurt said. "Blaine wore a condom, so I didn't get knocked up, but it feels so good. It's where your g-spot is."
"Want me to try, Baby?" David asked.
"Yes," Wes cried. There were tears on his face, but they were from pleasure and overstimulation, not pain.
David settled himself between Wes' legs, and lined up his cock where Kurt directed. There was an odd angle, but he slipped it into Wes' birth canal, and began thrusting into his partner.
Kurt took Wes' cock in his mouth, tasting Jeff's oddly sweet juices and sucked eagerly as Blaine slipped behind him, rimming the countertenor. Blaine glanced over to the floor where Thad was fucking Jeff and Trent was eating out Nick's small pussy. Blaine licked Kurt's ass eagerly, tasting his lover's natural lubrication while Kurt moaned around Wes' cock. David continued to thrust into Wes who was moaning and mewling and sobbing happy with overstimulation. David came with a final thrust at the same time Wes' seed filled Kurt's mouth.
Everyone finished up one last time, and they could smell Wes' hormones change as he was sated and the heat began to fade. Wes arched his back and rolled over twice. That was the signal that the sexytimes were done for now.
David put his clothes back on, then gently dressed the sleepy, sated Wes.
"We've missed dinner," Blaine said idly. "We need to get to the dorms soon."
"I can whip something up in the dorm kitchenette," Kurt said.
"Let me get Wes back to our room, and then I can help you," David said.
*
David came into their room with a tray full of food to find Wes hugging his pillow with his ass up in the air, his black tail flicking from side to side.
"I'm so sore," Wes said sleepily, "but it's a good sore. Not going to class tomorrow." If David told the teachers Wes was in heat he'd be allowed off classes for a couple days.
"Wes, if you're kitted up, I'm going to be there, okay? I want to form a pride with you. Even if I'm not the bio-dad, I want take care of you and your kids," David said.
"Then get your cute tail over here and cuddle me," Wes said. David obeyed.
*
Three weeks later, David came into their room to find Wes curled up in all the blankets. Literally, he'd taken all the blankets from his bed, David's bed and the spare blankets from the closet and made a big fluffy pile that he was cocooned in. David didn't want to assume anything, but he'd seen his own mother do this when she was pregnant with his little sister. He felt absolutely giddy when he realized Wes was nesting.
"I'm pregnant," Wes said, his voice muffled by blankets and pillows.
"Are you sure?" David asked, a huge grin on his face.
"Yes. My period was due two days ago, and I bought a test at the pharmacy."
David jumped into the bed with Wes and started to cuddle him.
"I'm so happy, Babe. We're gonna have a baby!" He kissed Wes deeply.
**
Pregnancy suited Wes. He was much less tense and demanding during his pregnancy. The whole glee club reveled in watching Wes' belly expand, watching his chest swell slightly with growing breasts. Wes' pregnancy was estimated to be about seven months long. At month five Dalton was on summer break, and he asked David to come to his OB/Gyn appointment.
"I get to see the baby today, on the ultrasound. Do you want to come with me?"
"Hell yes," David said.
Wes' doctor was one of the few well-respected Pilgrim doctors in Ohio. David drove Wes in his Prius and they both waited nervously in the waiting room. Eventually the nurse brought Wes back to the examination room. After the standard exam David was allowed to join Wes for the ultrasound.
"Hello gentlemen," Dr. Saunderson said. "Are you ready to see your baby?"
"Absolutely," David said, giddy.
Wes got settled on the examination table and the doctor moved the cart with the ultrasound machine on it closer to them. She put some lubricant in her hands, warmed it slightly, then spread it over Wes' swollen belly. David loved looking at his pregnant boyfriend. Wes' bottom pair of nipples had shifted slightly as his skin stretched over his pregnant belly. His belly button had gone from an "innie" to an "outie" and David loved touching it when they cuddled at night. The doctor took the sensor and started running it over Wes' baby bump.
“So, there's the head. It looks like the baby definitely has pointed ears, though they're lower on the head, closer to where a human's would be,” Doctor Saunderson said. “There's the baby's heart beat.” She moved the wand. “Oh my, look, we have a second heartbeat.”
“What?” Wes asked, startled.
“Twins,” the doctor said, a smile on her face. “There's the second baby, hiding behind the first.”
“We're having twins?” David asked, his eyes wide.
“Yes. And clearly fraternal, since the ear position is different. Not monozygotic. Do you want to know the sex, as well as we can tell?”
“I do,” David said, “But it's your body, Wes, do you want to know?”
“I,” Wes paused. “Yes, yes I do.”
David squeezed Wes' hand.
“Well, the spotlight hog here in front is female, as well as I can tell. She has a tail, which seems to be blocking the view of her sibling's genitals. Of course, we'll have to test them for sexual characteristics once they're born, like all hybrid children, but they look healthy in there.”
“Twins,” Wes said again, still in shock. “Twins.”
Dr. Saunderson made the boys a video and a few printouts of pictures of the babies, and they finished up the appointment, making another appointment for three weeks time. They finished up, and made their way out to David's Prius. They had dinner at David's parents' house where the showed off the pictures to David's ecstatic parents. Wes and David had both expected their parents to freak out when they announced they were putting off college for at least a year because of Wes' pregnancy. Wes' father had awkwardly congratulated him on the baby, but reminded him of the importance of college...eventually. His Pilgrim mother, however, had squealed with delight, kissed him on the nose, and asked when David and the other boys were moving in to help with the baby. When Wes had informed his mom that David was his only mate at the moment, she'd nodded and repeated the question. David had moved into Wes' house three days after graduation, with full approval of all five of his parents. David didn't know how much Pilgrim he had in him. His mother was three quarters, and two of his fathers were half. His other mother—who he wasn't actually related to genetically—and his third father were both about a quarter. David had a huge, hybrid family that definitely approved of and pushed traditional Pilgrim family values. David's parents were ecstatic that Wes was pregnant—since David himself couldn't carry babies, he didn't have a uterus—and insisted that Wes and David visit for dinner at least three times a week.
“Wes! Davy!” David's mom said, throwing her arms around the two boys. “How was the doctor's appointment?”
“We have news,” David said excitedly.
“Well, it's almost time for dinner,” she said. “Go get settled in the dining room. Wes, I made those cheesy potato things you like.”
“Oh thanks God,” Wes said, his hand rubbing over his baby bump. During his pregnancy Wes had been craving potatoes au gratin—the kind that came piecemeal in a box and you dumped the whole thing into a casserole dish with milk and butter—almost every day. Everyone around him was getting a little sick of them, but Wes couldn't seem to get enough.
Dinner at the Thompson house was always chaos. David's family was huge, he had five parents, seven siblings who still lived at home (this not counting the five who had already moved out), and several nieces and nephews. The Pilgrim traditions of mating young and mating often were definitely prevalent in their family.
“So, Wes, Davy says you have news?” David's mother asked.
“I'm having twins,” Wes said, a slightly shy smile on his face.
“So exciting!” David's third father said.
“Twins in the first pregnancy, that's good luck!” David's second father added.
“Dr. Saunderson says they're clearly fraternal because the ear placement is different. One is likely female but she couldn't get a good look at the other, Was said, rubbing his belly proudly.”
“Stop thinking so much like humans,” David's mother said. “They'll decide if they want to be boys or girls or neither when they're older. Just let them be babies for a while.”
“I like that idea,” Wes said honestly, looking at David.
“We should pick out gender neutral names,” David agreed. “If they want to change their names when they're older, they can.”
“I did!” David's little sister Kayla said. Kayla had been labeled male by the family doctor when she was born, but by the time she was five it was clear that she was a girl, no matter what her genitals might imply.
“Wes, have you told your mother about the twins yet?” David's mother asked.
“No, we came straight here from the appointment,” Wes said.
“Well, don't linger too long after dinner,” one of David's parents said, “She'll want to know the news.”
“So will all the Warblers,” David said, grinning. Their friends had been around a lot over the summer. Even though David, Wes, and Trent weren't going to be there next year, the connections they'd formed at school would still stand. Jeff was pregnant, about three months, and would have his baby sometime early in fall semester. Wes and Jeff weren't actually due that far apart, because Jeff's pregnancy was only going to be about six months. When they had Warbler parties over the summer, Wes had watched Kurt stare at him and Jeff with a longing look, and hug Blaine more tightly than usual. Wes could practically feel Kurt's instincts kicking into overdrive—as Wes' had back in February—and he wouldn't be surprised in the slightest if Kurt and Blaine “forgot” to use protection during Kurt's next heat.
David and Wes finished up visiting with Wes' family, then went home to Wes' house. Wes decided to take a long, slow bubble bath while David called around to their friends to tell them the good news about the twins. Wes rested a hand on his belly while he filled the tub. He could feel movement inside him, and like always it put a huge smile on his face. Feeling the babies move made him feel so alive and connected to his children. Wes could never in his life remember being as happy as he was, during his pregnancy, starting his life with David. He filled the tub with lukewarm water and bubbles, and slid in. He knew that a lot of people complained about being pregnant in the summer time, but Wes didn't really mind it. Of course, he also knew he was spoiled with a pool in the backyard and a huge bathtub to himself.
Wes grabbed a washcloth and put some body wash on it, rubbing it over his belly gently. He washed carefully under the curve of his swollen belly, where a crease had formed under the overhang from his baby bump. Sweat would gather there and Wes hated the idea of getting zits, so he was always careful to wash himself. He washed under his arms, behind his neck, and careful under the swell of what had now become obvious breasts. They were still small, barely more than an A cup, and would mostly go away once he lost all his pregnancy weight. However, for the time being, he had actual breasts.
Wes cupped his breasts in his hands, pinching his nipples with his fingertips and moaning at the sensation. It went straight to his cock which was half hard under the water. Wes moved one hand to stroke around his cock when there was a knock at the door.
“Wes?” David asked. “May I come in?”
“Yes!” Wes called back. The door opened and Wes' lover came into the bathroom. He stripped off his clothes and got into the oversized bathtub with his pregnant mate. David understood the annoyances of being pregnant in the summertime and didn't even question the fact that the water was lukewarm.
“It looks like you got started without me,” David mused, a hand wrapping around Wes' cock under the bubbles.
“You'll have to catch up then,” Wes said, crooking a finger to beckon David closer. David stretched over Wes' swollen belly and kissed Wes eagerly, idly flicking a thumb over one of Wes' nipples. Wes moaned into David's mouth as they kissed. David pulled off Wes' mouth and slipped one of Wes' small breasts into his mouth, sucking on the nipple as the fingers of his other hand wrapped around Wes cock, stroking firmly.
“Wes, Baby, do you want to fuck me today?” David asked. “It's been a while since we've done it that way, and I thought it might be more comfortable for you like that.”
“It might be,” Wes agreed.
David had gone into heat two days earlier. Since David's body didn't have any mothering instincts, his heat had pushed him to mark and dominate. And Wes had enjoyed being fucked so vigorously, but his baby bump had made it a little awkward, and he was still a little sore. That combined with the physical exam at his doctor's, Wes wasn't really in the mood to have anything inside him, but that didn't mean he wasn't in the mood. David got up and grabbed a tub of petroleum jelly from the medicine cabinet. David didn't usually produce enough natural lubrication, and sex in the bath required petroleum-based lube anyway. He handed the lube to Wes, then leaned over the edge of the bathtub, his ass in the air. In their relationship, Wes was, on average, usually the “bottom” while David was usually the “top.” However, they both enjoyed changing it up and trying new things from time to time. David moaned happily as Wes prepped him with his fingers, being incredibly careful to keep his claws retracted. Pilgrim teenagers often learn to be wary of their claws the hard way. David held onto the edge of the large tub, his ass in the air, eager to be filled.
“Fuck me, Wes,” David whispered.
Wes moved behind David, careful of his baby bump, and slipped his cock int the nicely-stretched David. Wes thrust in and out, stroking David's wet tail in his hand, reveling at the feel of the lukewarm water around his legs and his lover around his cock.
“I love you,” Wes said, as he thrust into David. David pushed back into the strokes, bracing himself with his arms on the edge of the massive tub.
“I love you too,” David panted out. “Starting a life with you is the best decision I've ever made.”
Wes thrust into David, hitting his prostate and making the other boy moan, one of Wes' hands stroked the sensitive base of David's tail and the other reached around to stroke David's cock as he moved. Wes slammed in once more, and came hard in David's ass. He increased his hand movements and David came against the side of the tub, then collapsed backwards, sated. Wes reached over to pull the bathtub stopper to let the tub drain, before filling it back up again with fresh water. The two boys lounged in the tub for a while, cuddling, talking, and enjoying each other's company.
*
Wes' baby shower was the first weekend after Labor Day—the first weekend after school had started back up—and all their friends managed to come. Even Trent drove down from college. David had decided to get some of his core classes done at the local community college, while Wes completely deferred for a year to have his babies. Then Wes would start college next year, if he still wanted. Wes' baby shower included all of the Warblers, and some of Kurt's friends from McKinley who Wes had gotten to know over the summer. He'd hit it off especially well with Kurt's part-Pilgrim friends Rachel and Tina. He and Tina bonded over the inherent, duality of trying to be a good, traditional Chinese child and a good Pilgrim child at the same time. Wes didn't really know the rest of New Directions very well, but Kurt assured them they were good people.
Because they had agreed to raise their children gender neutral, and let their kids decide if they wanted to be boys or girls when they were old enough, Wes and David had requested that all baby gifts be purple, green, or yellow, with none of the pale pink or powder blue that is usually prevalent at baby showers. Wes knew that Jeff, who was due in another month, had also chosen the same stance for his kid. Jeff's twin Jamie had come to the party as well. She doted on her twin, not letting him stay on his feet much, and making sure he overdid it. In fact she fussed of Jeff almost the same way Nick and Trent did, the same way David fussed over Wes, and Blaine fussed over Kurt. Wes suspected that Kurt might be pregnant as well, but Wes knew that Kurt would tell them when he was ready, and not a moment before. This was Wes' baby shower, and Kurt wouldn't want to steal the attention away from him.
“So, what are you having?” Sam asked Jeff conversationally.
“A baby,” Jeff answered.
“I know that,” Sam said, rolling his eyes, “I meant is it a boy or a girl?”
“Don't know,” Jeff said. “It's whatever it wants to be. We've chosen the name Erin, but when na's old enough na can pick any name and gender na wants.”
“I don't get it,” Sam said honestly.
“Gender isn't binary for us,” David said. “We're not always a boy or a girl. Take my sister Kayla for example. The human doctor announced 'it's a boy' when she was born, and my parents named her Michael. It was clear she thought of herself as a girl by the time she was about five. They changed her name to Michaela, and she's been Kayla for short ever since.”
“For some of us it's an easier division to make, and sometimes we make ourselves fit one gender role to fit in more with humans,” Jamie said. “But look at Jeff and me. We're identical twins. One egg that split. But I go to a girl's school, and Jeff goes to a boy's school.”
“That's because I'm a boy,” Jeff said.
“But you're pregnant,” Mercedes said. “You still think of yourself as a boy?”
“Who says boys can't have babies?” Jeff asked. “I'm not human. I'm one of the People, and I think of myself as a boy.”
“I'm kind of bigendered,” Wes supplied. “Sometimes I feel like a guy and sometimes I feel like a girl.”
“Me too,” Tina said, and her friends looked surprised. “Hey Brittany,” Tina called out and the blonde Pilgrim hybrid looked up from where Santana was scratching her behind the ears.
“What?”
“Are you a boy sometimes?” Tina asked.
“Sometimes,” Brittany said. “But not most of the time.”
“I think we have a hard time grasping it because we think in a gender binary,” Artie supplied, trying to ease some of the tension.
“We do too, sometimes,” Wes replied, “But usually just because it's been imposed on us.”
“So, Wes, you want to go swimming first, or open your presents?” David asked, kissing his lover on the back of the neck and effectively changing the subject.
“Swimming sounds wonderful. It's so hot today,” Wes said.
'Swim time' was announced and people changed into their swimsuits. Several of the kids, human and cat alike, used 'swim time' as a chance to examine each others' bodies to see how they were different. Finn appeared mildly startled at the extra nipples on Tina's stomach, but Wes assumed it was just because he hadn't seen them before. Rachel only had one set of nipples, he knew. Rachel was only about a quarter Pilgrim, so she had pointed ears and a tail, but not as many of the recessive characteristics.
Most of them were polite enough to speak mostly in English, but every once in a while Catlish—the Pilgrim/English pidgin that had developed in a lot of hybrid communities—phrases were thrown around. Wes wore a pair of baggy swim trunks low on his hips, and lounged in the shallow end with Jeff who similar shorts and a sports bra. Wes wasn't really concerned about covering his naked breasts, and nobody else seemed to be complaining. The two very pregnant boys leaned back on the steps in the shallow end and splashed around a bit, enjoying the water.
“I think they're doing backflips,” Wes said, a hand on his stomach. “Either that or they're trying to learn how to tap dance.”
Jeff laughed. “I hear you. This one's going to be a soccer player, I think.” He rubbed a spot on his swollen belly.
In the deeper part of the pool, people splashed around and swam and overall enjoyed themselves. Finn looked lost in thought, like he was on the edge of asking a question, but didn't know where to start.
“Finn, what are you thinking about so hard over there?” Blaine asked. He and Kurt were in the shallow end, near Wes and Jeff, lounging in the water, Blaine's arms around Kurt, and Kurt's head resting on Blaine's shoulder. Most of the other cat-people were talking and laughing in the deep end, Brittany showing off for Thad and Jamie and Trent.
“I was thinking something, but I don't want to say it, because it might be racist,” Finn admitted, his face flushing with embarrassment.
“Finn,” Kurt said. “We're your friends, more or less, and we know you're not intentionally prejudiced or malicious, so say what you want to say, and if it's rude we'll tell you.”
“Okay,” Finn said, looking around at the large group of pilgrim teenagers swimming. “I thought cats hated the water.”
Finn's statement brought out real belly laughs from most of the people in earshot.
“Earth cats don't like water,” Jeff said. “The cats we evolved from were strong swimmers. They did a lot of hunting in the water. Their primary food source was fish. We're natural swimmers.”
“Finn, it's okay to ask questions,” Rachel said, her tail flicking lazily through the water as she hugged him around the middle. “Wondering things is never wrong. It's only racist if you expect us to act a certain way, or insult us for not acting the way you imagine.”
“Oh, okay,” Finn said.
A familiar scent wafted towards them on the air and everyone with Pilgrim heritage stiffened as Brittany's back suddenly arched and she moved into Jamie's touch in a way that made Santana glower. Wes wanted to get up, but he moved slowly with pregnancy. David ran over to them quickly, along the edge of the pool.
“Trent, Thad, Jamie why don't you all go see if Jeff or Wes need anything and let me talk to Santana for a minute.”
David checked his hormones and resisted the urge to grab Brittany and fuck her right there in the pool. Brittany was with Santana and he was with Wes. When the people she'd been playing with reluctantly moved to the other side of the pool, Brittany swam over to Santana and started kissing her girlfriend's neck.
“Santana, you and Brittany should go home. Brittany's going into heat, and normally we'd have no problem letting this party turn into an orgy, there are a lot of humans around, and you all don't always react to sex the way the rest of us do.”
“Brittany, your heat is starting?” Santana asked her girlfriend, noticing how Brittany's pupils had suddenly dilated.
“Mmm, yes. Santana, you taste so good, and this water is so nice,” Brittany moaned into Santana's hair.
“Why don't we go back to my place? I'll fuck you with my strap-on, like you like,” Santana whispered into Brittany's ear. Most of the pilgrims could hear her, but they wouldn't judge.
“Can we do it in your pool?”
“Of course,” Santana promised. She pulled Brittany out of the pool, grabbed a couple of towels from the piles of blankets and towels that were all over the yard—in case Wes or Jeff felt like nesting—and led Brittany out of the yard.
“Fuck,” Jamie said, sliding into the pool next to Jeff. She wore a one-piece bathing suit with shorts, which had a hole cut in it for her tail. It was pink, with a purple flower on the front. She more her hair much longer than her twin. “Now I'm all horny. Being single sucks.”
“Go hit on Artie,” Rachel said. “He's single right now.”
“He's too human and straitlaced,” Jamie said, wrinkling her nose. “My ladyboner would probably scare him away.”
They matter-of-fact way that Pilgrims talked about sex and sexuality often freaked out some of the human kids, and Finn blushed bright red as he realized the girl in front of him was talking about her penis.
“You could always transfer to Dalton,” Jeff teased.
“And have to wear those hideous boys' uniforms? No thank you,” Jamie said.
Kurt turned slightly green.
“Excuse me,” he said, getting up and bolting into the house. Everyone watched him go, concern on Finn and Blaine's faces, smirks on everyone else's.
“Do your parents know?” Wes asked Blaine quietly.
“Yeah, we told them yesterday. Kurt's too. But he doesn't want it spread around yet, so pretend like it isn't completely obvious, okay?” Blaine answered.
“Like what isn't completely obvious?” Finn asked, oblivious.
“I'll tell you later,” Rachel said, patting Finn on the arm.
They splashed around a little while longer, then David helped Wes up to the deck so they could open their baby gifts.
*
It was the end of September and Wes lay curled up with David in their bed. When David had moved in with them, Wes' mother had gone right out and bought them a larger bed, and had been delighted to redesign one of the guest rooms as a nursery. Wes had swapped rooms with his little brother Pat, so that his and David's room would be closest to the nursery. Wes didn't have as many siblings as David did, but he had two younger sisters and a younger brother. Wes' mom was ecstatic about there being new babies around to love. Wes' father had sort of grunted when he'd been told, but was beginning to warm up to the idea. A few days earlier Wes' father had handed him the baby blanket that he'd been wrapped in—that had been passed down through his family line on his father's side—and patted Wes on the back, and Wes knew he was forgiven for taking time off college to have babies.
Wes had been tossing and turning all night. His back was hurting and had horrible heartburn. It was hot and sticky, even with the air conditioning on, and cuddling with David was just making him hotter. And the babies were being quite active, kicking him regularly. During a particularly bad stabbing pain, Wes sat up. He realized what was happening and started to shake David awake.
“David, David, wake up! Wake up now!” Wes said, excitement and a little fear in his voice.
“Wes?” David asked sleepily. “What's wrong?”
“I'm going into labor!” Wes announced. Then he winced as the pain continued, and he was able to identify what it was. A contraction.
“Oh my God, they're coming now?” David asked, flustered.
“Not this very moment, no. Go wake my parents up, and I'll call the birthing clinic,” Wes said, reaching over for he cell phone from the bedside table.
David shot out of bed, grabbed his pants and ran out into the hall, knocking on Wes' parents' bedroom door to wake them up. Wes called the birthing clinic in Columbus that specialized in Pilgrims, and grabbed his bag, which had been packed days earlier and put under the bed. Wes moved slowly, but with purpose. He was wearing a baggy t-shirt, and reached for a pair of elastic waist basketball shorts to pull on. He didn't even bother with underwear, knowing that anything he wore would probably get ruined today anyway. Wes shuffled out of the bedroom to the bathroom to pee, and then slid his feet into a pair of rubber Adidas sandals. Then he sat down on the edge of his bed with his bag and waited calmly for everyone else to finish panicking and freaking out so that they could go. He pulled out his cellphone while his boyfriend was freaking out and called David's parents house.
“Hello?” David's mother answered.
“Hey, it's Wes. I wanted to call you and let you know I've just gone into labor. As soon as David calms down and remembers what he's doing, we'll be going to the clinic.”
“It'll probably be a few hours at least,” David's mother said wisely. “We'll come meet you after breakfast.”
“I figured,” Wes said. They exchanged a few more pleasantries, then Wes hung up the phone and slid it into the front pocket of his bag. When David came back into their bedroom, Wes was already to go.
“Breathe, David. I'm ready to go. Find your shoes, and your wallet, and we can go,” Wes said.
“Okay,” David said, trying to calm himself down.
Wes' mother came into the room and kissed him on the cheek. “Let's get you in the car, Wes. Your dad's gonna stay home and meet us at the clinic after the kids go to school. David will meet us at the car and drive to the clinic.”
“Okay,” Wes said, letting his mother help him stand. She helped him make it down to the car and get settled in the backseat. She grabbed the birthing blankets, and handed them to Wes who sat in the backseat of the car rubbing his face against the soft material of the blankets. When a contraction his him, he looked at his watch and saw that they were about a half an hour apart. David got behind the wheel and started driving to the clinic.
*
Wes walked around the birthing center for a while. He'd been checked in, they'd looked him over and checked out the babies, and announced that he wasn't ready yet. So he was supposed to keep walking. There was a tub of water for him to sit in and relax in when he wanted, his mom and his lover were there, and family and friends showed up throughout the day. Several of his friends had taken off school that day so they could come and be there for the birth, which Wes thought was fair, since they'd been there for the conception. Jeff—who really was Wes' best friend apart from David—insisted on being there, which had one of the midwives doting on him as well, in case Wes' hormones and pheromones triggered Jeff's labor early. Jeff wasn't due for another three weeks, but nobody dared tell him he couldn't be there. Wes was part of his pride, even if they didn't live together. David's family came and went, visiting, but not staying. There were a lot of people there already, and David's family was huge.
During part of the day, David held onto the birthing blankets, so that his scent would be on them when they swaddled the newborns. The rest of the time Wes held them tightly rubbing them against his face and his hair. Only Wes, David and Sherri—Wes' mother—were permitted to touch the blankets. Pilgrim children didn't open their eyes for the first few days. With hybrid children it was usually the first day or two, but for that time they were only aware of smell and touch, and maybe taste. There were three blankets, one for each baby, and a third to wrap the afterbirth in. Pilgrims had superstitions involving the afterbirth and the spirit of their newborns, and if Wes was too out of it after delivery, David would take it out to the huge gardens behind the birthing center and bury it. Every two weeks or so the gardeners would plant flowers over the dirt patches where parents had disposed of the tissue. It was something important enough to Pilgrim families that it made the birthing center much more popular for Pilgrims than the hospitals. That and the fact that all of the midwives, most of the nurses, and both doctors that staffed the center were at least part Pilgrim.
Wes lay on the bed, the birthing blankets held tightly in his arms. A few tears were on his cheeks as the contractions came closer and closer together. David sat next to him, gently rubbing Wes' ears with his fingers.
“Alright,” the midwife, Kathy, said. “You're ready. Let's get you into position.”
Wes had opted against a water birth, but had chosen a squatting birth instead. Giving birth prone was something that usually just happened in hospitals—for Pilgrims at least—as it was easier on the doctor, but harder on the mother. David had been shown how to “catch” the babies, and Kathy was mainly there to supervise and make sure things went well. Jeff, Nick, Kurt and Blaine stood around the room, but at a good distance away. Sherri stood next to the squatting bar, and helped Wes get into position, placing her hands over his and standing in front of him.
“You're doing so well, Baby, it's almost time,” Sherri said to her son.
“I am ready to get these kids out of me,” Wes said, taking a deep breath. “Hurts like hell.”
“You'll barely remember the pain once it's over, honey. It's so worth it,” Sherri promised.
“Listen to your mother,” Kathy said, “She totally knows what she's talking about.”
Wes held his tail up high, dropping into a squat while holding the bar firmly. David crouched down onto the grown like he'd been shown and Kathy crouched down next to him. David couldn't believe how completely stretched Wes was. For the first time, David could see clearly into Wes' birth canal, because the sphincter was completely dilated. And something very dark was crowning against the rim.
“It's time to push, Wes,” Kathy said. “Push now.”
Sherri pressed one hand at the top of Wes' abdomen as Wes pushed down instinctively with his muscles. It was the worst pain he'd ever felt, but at the same time he felt fueled by a rush of endorphins. He could feel the movement, and feel David's hands against his body, and heard Kathy coaching David on what to do.
“Push, Wes, good boy, push, you can do it,” Sherri said, one hand laying over Wes' fingers which were tightly clenched around the squatting bar. Her other hand pressed down against Wes' body and aided in gravity's push.
David saw his child's head and followed Kathy's instructions. As the baby slipped out of Wes, David held and guided the child, not letting the baby hit the ground. Kathy handed him the scissors and he cut the chord—David hadn't inherited the sharpened Pilgrim incisors, so he couldn't bite through the chord himself—and grinned as the baby cried out. A nurse, Monica, guided David to where they would wash the baby off, then wrap the baby in the birthing blanket. David did all the work and the nurse only guided him.
“Okay, it's probably going to be a little while until the second one is ready,” Kathy said, “You've closed up a little, come back and sit on the bed again.”
Sherri helped Wes come over to the bed, which was very low to the ground, and he laid back, already exhausted.
“You're doing awesome,” Kurt said from the other side of the room.
“You really are,” Blaine agreed.
“Not too scary?” Jeff said. “You had the most determined look on your face I've ever seen.”
“It hurt like hell,” Wes said, but so worth it. “Can I see the baby?”
“Absolutely,” David said, carrying the swathed bundle. “I think this is definitely Morgan. Her ears are lower, like on the ultrasound.”
Wes took the baby eagerly, as his body adjusted and prepared to get ready to repeat the process. Morgan had David's curly hair, but her skin was only slightly darker than Wes'. She cried a little, but once Wes held her tightly against him she quieted.
“Let David or your mother hold na for a while,” Kathy suggested. “Na” wasn't an English word. There is no English pronoun that isn't male or female, apart from 'it,' so many Pilgrims and hybrids had adopted 'na' as a loanword. Na was the pronoun used in the Pilgrim language. Jeff used 'na' almost as often as he used 'he,' but unfortunately the professors as Dalton wouldn't accept 'na' in academic papers. “I need to see if you're dilated again.”
Wes handed Morgan to his mother, and put his feet up in the stirrups so that Kathy could check his birth canal.
“Very soon,” Kathy said. “One more set of contractions, I think, then you'll be ready to meet Shannon.”
“I need to pee,” Wes said, and Kathy helped him up and into the attached bathroom. Wes used the bathroom, then cried out as contractions hit him again. Kathy checked again, and declared him ready, and he got back into the squatting position. David handed Morgan to Jeff, who held her reverently as the others cooed over her while David went back to deliver his second child. Their friends watched the scene play out almost identically to the first time.
As soon as Shannon was revealed to the room it was clear he took after David in the complexion department. Shannon's skin was several shades darker than Morgan's.
“Na is very Pilgrim,” Monica said as she watched David clean Shannon off. “Both sets of genitals on the outside at least. Shannon's a good name, na can pick him or her when na's old enough.”
“That's the plan,” David said. “We should call Morgan na too,” he decided out loud. “They can both be whatever they want to be.”
Over at the birthing bar, Kathy had settled the the third blanket underneath Wes, and told him to push one last time. The afterbirth landed with a squelch and Kurt turned vaguely green where he was standing. Sherri and Kathy helped Wes back to the bed, and David came over and settled Shannon in his arms. Wes beamed at his child as Monica guided David over to take care of the mess, and led him outside to dispose of it properly.
Long before the birth had started, Sherri had suggested Wes change into with front openings so that he didn't have to change later. It was a good idea, because Wes was so exhausted, he didn't think he could move. Kathy took Shannon from Wes for a moment, so that Wes could unfasten his shirt. Morgan was the first one handed over to him. Wes held Morgan against his breast and grinned at how quickly the baby found his nipple and started to suck.
“Oh, that's a good sign,” Sherri beamed.
“God, I can't believe that's going to be me in February,” Kurt said, rubbing his still flat belly.
“I can't believe it's going to be me in three weeks,” Jeff countered.
“I hope it's me not long after Kurt,” Nick whispered into Jeff's ear, and Jeff blushed. Blaine looked sad for only a moment before kissing Kurt on the cheek and resting his hand on Kurt's belly.
“I'm glad we're all having kits close together,” Wes said, as he rocked the suckling Morgan. “They can be good friends like we are.” Kathy brought some chairs into the birthing room so the visitors could sit while an orderly cleaned up the squatting station.
David came back inside while Wes was nursing Shannon, and eagerly took Morgan into his arms when Sherri offered her to him.
Wes' father showed up after the babies were both born and congratulated his son. His normally stern face split into a wide grin when he saw his grandchildren. Wes' friends were glad to see the man soften toward his family. Eventually, everyone left, only David staying with Wes who was required to stay the night.
*
In February, Wes and David gathered with many of their friends at the Hummel-Hudson house as Kurt prepared to give birth to his baby. Kurt had opted for a home birth, like his bother before him, and Kathy was the midwife who'd been hired to help. Jeff and Wes were there because they'd been through it before, and they were the ones Kurt trusted to help him, along with some of his girlfriends who wouldn't dare not be there.
Jamie sat in the living room, as she and Tina and Mercedes cooed over Morgan, Shannon and Erin, who were just entering the 'pulling themselves around on their hands' stage of life. Carole and Mrs. Anderson puttered around the kitchen, making more food than anyone could imagine necessary, but all the kids hanging around scarfed it up. Burt kept coming in and out of Kurt's room looking like he was torn between beaming with bride and tearing his hair out—if he still had hair.
“I can't stand it, Carole, every time he cries I want to hit somebody, but Blaine looks just as worried as I am.”
“Relax, Burt. Mothers have been giving birth to babies since time began. There's nothing you can do besides wait it out. Kathy knows what she's doing, and so do Wes and Jeff,” Carole reassured her husband, kissing him on the cheek.
“Why are there so many teenagers in my house?” Burt asked, noticing the huge gathering of Warblers and New Directions kids seemingly for the first time.
“Pilgrim thing,” Trent said, rocking Erin in his arms. Nobody know for sure if Erin was Trent's or Nick's, but nobody really cared either. Nick and Jeff were raising na, and Trent was over whenever possible. “We're so family-oriented, none of us want to stay away when a friend is having a baby.”
“God I wish Katie was here,” Burt said quietly, then looked up at Carole with regret in his eyes. “I didn't mean that I don't want you here, Carole.”
“I know,” Carole said, patting Burt on the arm. “She was Kurt's mother. She should have been here.”
“Is there really supposed to be so much screaming?” Finn asked, worried.
“Don't worry so much, Finn,” Mercedes said, wandering into the kitchen for a drink. “He's not screaming nearly as much as Quinn did.”
“Hey!” Quinn said, indignantly.
“She's not wrong, Quinn, you screamed like crazy. Well, in between telling me how much I sucked,” Puck said. “Hummel's barely making any noise in comparison.”
“Burt, Carole!” Jeff called from the top of the stairs. “Get in here, it's time!”
Everyone else waited downstairs until they heard the telltale wail of a new baby. The noise set off Erin who started crying as well, but Morgan was too busy playing with Brittany's hair and Shannon was curled up asleep in Rachel's arms.
“God, I want one,” Rachel said quietly, and Finn got a deer-in-the-headlights look on his face.
“Don't rush into anything, dear,” Mrs. Anderson said. “I know you want to make it on Broadway, and it would be harder with a baby in tow. I was thirty when Eddie was born, and much closer to forty when I had Blaine. You'll have your chance, but not everyone is suited to be a mom right away.”
“I know,” Rachel said.
“She looks to be very female,” Carole said, coming to the top of the stairs to tell everyone. “They're naming her Katie, after Kurt's mom.”
“Excuse me,” Blaine said, walking down the stairs with a blanket-wrapped bundle. He went straight outside to bury the afterbirth. Jeff came downstairs not two minutes later and took the still-crying Erin into his arms. He settled down on the couch and undid his shirt and nursing bra, not caring that he was in mixed company. Erin calmed quickly as she suckled and everyone looked at Jeff, wanting details.
“Na's perfect,” Jeff said. “She, I mean. I think she's got a lot of human, and she's adorable. She has Kurt's hair-color, almost exactly, but it's curly.”
“Is her tail curly too?” Rachel asked curiously.
“It was mostly matted down with water, but it looks like it,” Jeff agreed. “All our kids are perfect.”
*End*
I'm sorry it's so cheesy. I had the hardest time trying to end this!
Author: Elora
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Glee, and I am gaining no monetary compensation from this.
Summary: Kitty!Wes goes into heat during a Warblers meeting, and some of the other Warblers help him out. Babies come later...
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/kinks: animalplay, DP, anal, oral, boypussy, gangbang, orgy, mpreg, in heat, rimming, fingering, spitroast, oral, nippleplay, bathing, breastfeeding, genderplay, intersex characters, pregnancy sex, graphic descriptions of childbirth.
Genre: science fiction, kink, sexytimes, romance
Word Count: 9824
Authors Notes: This was written as a fill for the kink meme HERE
The Pilgrims are my own creation. If you want more information/meta about them check HERE
*
Wes was not a happy kitty. In fact, he was a rather grumpy kitty. He had been experiencing what several of the human Dalton students called "Cat PMS." In other words, his body was getting ready to go into heat, so he'd been acting bitchier than usual. Wes got grumpy every time a heat cycle came around, because secretly, there was nothing he wanted more then to have a baby. Dalton was a really accepting school. Considering that it had been "trendy" in the 1940s and 1950s for America's wealthiest men to take Pilgrim mistresses and wives, a lot of the privileged teens at Dalton had some Pilgrim blood in them. The school had an attendance-optional policy during heat cycles, condom dispensers in the washrooms, and even a daycare center on campus. But even though Wes knew that the faculty and staff would be understanding if he got pregnant, Wes was terrified of disappointing his very traditional father. Still, Wes' desire for a baby was very strong.
Wes was half Pilgrim. Apart from Jeff—who was a full Pilgrim—Wes had the highest amount of Pilgrim blood in the Warblers. Well, David wasn't a hundred percent certain how much Pilgrim he had in him. There were a couple of boys who weren't in the Warblers who were three-quarters, but Wes didn't know them well. Externally, Wes was male, mostly. When half human or more--and genetically male--one of the more common hybrid physiologies was external male sex organs with internal female parts.
Still, Wes' instincts were Pilgrim. He was eighteen and had been of reproductive maturity for four years. His body was starting to crave motherhood. He would dream about being pregnant.
The ovulation cramps hit him during history class, and all he wanted to do was go for a walk until the pain went away, but he still had Warblers practice. The heat hit him ten minutes into practice. His skin grew hot, his cock started to harden in his pants, the cramps disappeared and he felt the lubrication well up in his ass. He went from cranky to horny in ten seconds, and the lack of control over his hormones just made him grumpier.
The heat hit him in waves, and heads turned rapidly as every member of the Warblers with Pilgrim blood smelled Wes go into season. Ears perked up, tails began to flick, pupils dilated and everyone stared. Wes understood. As much as he was suddenly yearning to be fucked, everyone suddenly wanted to fuck him.
Wes tried to distract his fellow pilgrims by suggesting a new song to sing, however David and Thad quickly overruled him. Practice ended early, and all the human students left to go to dinner. Wes continued to sit still, his back straight, and his tail flicking from side to side as Thad got up, walked to the door and locked it. Next to him, David turned slightly and put his hand on Wes'. During heat cycles most of the Warblers slept around with other Warblers, but David and Wes were dating. If Wes wanted to go back to his room and fuck only David the others would be disappointed, but would understand. David gave Wes' hand a gentle squeeze and Wes moaned quietly. But Pilgrims have very good hearing.
"We can all smell you, Baby. You want to go back to our room? Or do you want us all to help you out?" David asked, moving close, his breath hot against Wes' ear.
"All?" Wes asked, desire thick in his voice.
"All," Blaine confirmed. He and Kurt stood up and walked over to Wes. The Warblers had several mated pairs within their ranks, but cats don't mate for life, and matings often go out the window when a heat sets in. David and Wes were together, Blaine and Kurt, and Jeff and Nick. Thad and Trent were both single, and "got around" to an astounding degree. However, at that moment Wes didn't care about matings and couplings and rules about dating. All Wes cared about was getting as many cocks inside him as possible. In pure Pilgrim societies, young people in heat were encouraged to sleep with as many partners as they wanted, to influence as much genetic uniqueness as possible.
"I need it," Wes said practically sliding out of his chair and into David's lap. "I need to get fucked David. I need to be kitted up. I've been dreaming about it for months. I want you in me, and everyone else too." Wes could feel the need and desire building. As a half human he resented his cycles and the power they took away from him. He always tried to be the perfect, proper Chinese son. "David, I want to get knocked up."
"Makes sense," Jeff said. "You're eighteen. It's when the mothering instincts get strongest if you've got them. Tracy was like that last year." Tracy was one of Jeff's older siblings. Most of the part-Pilgrims learned a lot from Jeff. Because he didn't have any human blood, his feline aspects and instincts were stronger and more pronounced. But because he didn't have any human blood he was also better at controlling them.
David pulled Wes into his arms, kissing at his cheeks, forehead, nose, eyebrows, eyelids. He reached out with his pink tongue and licked across Wes' whiskers.
"If that's what you need, it's what you'll get."
David wrapped his arms around Wes to hold him firmly, then stood up. He carried Wes to the large leather sofa and set him down on it. The other Pilgrim members of the Warblers gathered around to watch as David carefully undressed Wes. It was more difficult than usual because Wes arched into every touch, trying to get David's hands on him more. Finally, Trent reached over and held the squirming Wes down with his strong hands.
"Trent," Wes moaned. "I didn't know how strong you were! I can't wait for you to pin me down and fuck me into the sofa."
Trent's half-hard cock stiffened in his pants, and Wes lifted a hand above his head--despite the fact that Trent had him mostly pinned by the shoulders--to rub Trent's cock through his pants. Trent bucked into Wes' hand.
When David had Wes naked, the other Warblers descended on Wes. Wes' six brown nipples were exposed and Kurt and Blaine bent over Wes' torso, licking and sucking at them. They were very sensitive, and Wes was moaning. Trent was still holding Wes down while Thad kissed the Asian boy. Jeff and Nick had taken a moment, reveling in Wes' pheromones, to make out with each other in their state of heightened arousal.
As Blaine and Kurt sucked at Wes' nipples, Wes moaned loudly, natural lubrication dripping from his ass. David had barely wrapped his lips around Wes' cock before Wes was coming.
"Please," Wes begged, "I need something in me!"
David starting working Wes open with his fingers, two, three, then four fingers worked at Wes' hole as the others stripped off their own clothes before going back to worshiping Wes' body.
Even though most of the other Warblers were half human or more, they didn't all have the same genitalia. Nick had a pussy, though it was smaller than normal, with a fully formed clitoris, and Thad also had a clit, though he had no female opening. Wes had a tiny bump that might be a clit, but was small and almost unnoticeable, nestled behind his testicles, and the rest of them were all physically male on the outside. Jeff's top two nipples sat above small mounds of breasts--which he often bound--and both Thad and Wes could possibly have noticeable breasts if they had more body mass. None of them cared, though. Gender was hard to pin down for Pilgrims, though most of the Warblers identified as male. Although, during heat cycles and menstruation some of them would use female pronouns. Hybrid kids often formed prides of their own at school, because there were things about being pilgrim that the human kids just couldn't quite understand. The pilgrim warblers were a pride in their own right.
"David has first mounting rights," Jeff said. "He's Wes' mate." Nobody disputed Jeff's words.
"Please, David," Wes begged, "Fuck me!"
David wanted to ease Wes' discomfort and positioned himself at Wes' entrance, sliding in easily.
"Feels so good," Wes moaned. He reached out with his hands and his right hand was guided to Nick's hard cock, and his left found Thad's. A cock bumped into his chin and he recognized it as Trent's, sucking it in eagerly. Wes was too far gone to use too much technique. Kurt and Blaine were still working over his nipples, and Jeff's hands had slid beneath him to work over the most sensitive areas around the base of his tail as David fucked him.
David fucked Wes eagerly, his rut induced by Wes' heat. His cock hit Wes' prostate on almost every stroke, and Wes' cock was already hard again. David thrust in again and came hard in Wes' ass.
"Your turn, Trent," David said as he came around to kiss Wes deeply after Trent pulled out of Wes' mouth. Trent took David's place and slid his long, thick cock into Wes' ass. Wes moaned loudly into David's mouth, his hands still stroking Nick and Thad. Thad came first, then Nick, and the two spent Warblers cuddled together on the floor, making out.
"Wes, can I ride you?" Jeff asked.
"Yessssss," Wes hissed out. Jeff lowered himself onto Wes' hard cock, taking him in his pussy. Trent wrapped his arms around Jeff, cupping his breasts as he fucked Wes' ass. Jeff moaned and threw his head back as he fucked himself on Wes' cock while Trent kissed the back of Jeff's neck.
Wes was in bliss. He had a thick cock in his ass, a hot guy on his cock, and his boyfriend keeping his mouth occupied with his tongue. Blaine and Kurt continued to play with all six of his nipples while Nick and Thad made out on the floor.
Trent pounded into his ass, hitting his prostate on every stroke, and it wasn't long before Wes was coming in Jeff's hot pussy. Jeff stroked his cock until he came hard across Wes' stomach, some of it landing in Blaine's hair. Wes' cock softened, but was still half-hard because of his heat, and Jeff's bouncing brought it back to hardness again pretty quickly. Wes' ass clenched down around Trent's cock and Trent came in Wes' ass, slipping out as he softened.
"Who's next?" Trent asked.
"Me," Kurt said slipping his hardness into Wes' loosened and abused hole. Blaine came behind Kurt, and opened his boyfriend with his fingers, while Kurt fucked Wes' ass.
Jeff pinched his clit and came for a second time clenching around Wes' cock, before joining his boyfriend and Thad on the floor.
"Blaine, instead of you fucking me, let's see If we can both fit inside Wes at the same time," Kurt suggested.
"Yes please," Wes moaned as David pulled back to let him breathe.
It was tricky maneuvering, and they had to move around on the couch, but with extra stretching, Kurt and Blaine sandwiched Wes between them, both their cocks inside his ass. They kissed over his shoulder as they thrust into him, the friction turning them both on even more. Wes reached over and stroked David's cock.
"After them, you can fuck me again?" Wes asked his boyfriend.
"Of course," David promised. He stroked Wes' sensitive ears and whiskers as Kurt and Blaine fucked Wes. Wes came again, between the two lovers, and was beyond oversensitive.
Kurt and Blaine came within seconds of one another, filling Wes with their hot seed. Kurt pressed his fingers in Wes' ass after they pulled out, knowing he and Wes has similar anatomies, and located the entrance to Wes' birth canal with his fingers. Kurt knew how sensitive the internal vagina was, and stroked it open with one finger. Everyone watched as Wes fell apart, Kurt touching him in a way he'd never really been touched before. Kurt worked the sphincter open with one finger then gently added a second until Wes was screaming in pleasure. Kurt got a third finger in and Wes' body was shaking in the exquisite mix of pleasure and pain. "if you can," Kurt said, "get your dick into his birth canal. It hurts a little, but he'll be more likely to get pregnant, and it'll feel amazing in the end."
"You've done it?" Wes asked.
"Yes," Kurt said. "Blaine wore a condom, so I didn't get knocked up, but it feels so good. It's where your g-spot is."
"Want me to try, Baby?" David asked.
"Yes," Wes cried. There were tears on his face, but they were from pleasure and overstimulation, not pain.
David settled himself between Wes' legs, and lined up his cock where Kurt directed. There was an odd angle, but he slipped it into Wes' birth canal, and began thrusting into his partner.
Kurt took Wes' cock in his mouth, tasting Jeff's oddly sweet juices and sucked eagerly as Blaine slipped behind him, rimming the countertenor. Blaine glanced over to the floor where Thad was fucking Jeff and Trent was eating out Nick's small pussy. Blaine licked Kurt's ass eagerly, tasting his lover's natural lubrication while Kurt moaned around Wes' cock. David continued to thrust into Wes who was moaning and mewling and sobbing happy with overstimulation. David came with a final thrust at the same time Wes' seed filled Kurt's mouth.
Everyone finished up one last time, and they could smell Wes' hormones change as he was sated and the heat began to fade. Wes arched his back and rolled over twice. That was the signal that the sexytimes were done for now.
David put his clothes back on, then gently dressed the sleepy, sated Wes.
"We've missed dinner," Blaine said idly. "We need to get to the dorms soon."
"I can whip something up in the dorm kitchenette," Kurt said.
"Let me get Wes back to our room, and then I can help you," David said.
*
David came into their room with a tray full of food to find Wes hugging his pillow with his ass up in the air, his black tail flicking from side to side.
"I'm so sore," Wes said sleepily, "but it's a good sore. Not going to class tomorrow." If David told the teachers Wes was in heat he'd be allowed off classes for a couple days.
"Wes, if you're kitted up, I'm going to be there, okay? I want to form a pride with you. Even if I'm not the bio-dad, I want take care of you and your kids," David said.
"Then get your cute tail over here and cuddle me," Wes said. David obeyed.
*
Three weeks later, David came into their room to find Wes curled up in all the blankets. Literally, he'd taken all the blankets from his bed, David's bed and the spare blankets from the closet and made a big fluffy pile that he was cocooned in. David didn't want to assume anything, but he'd seen his own mother do this when she was pregnant with his little sister. He felt absolutely giddy when he realized Wes was nesting.
"I'm pregnant," Wes said, his voice muffled by blankets and pillows.
"Are you sure?" David asked, a huge grin on his face.
"Yes. My period was due two days ago, and I bought a test at the pharmacy."
David jumped into the bed with Wes and started to cuddle him.
"I'm so happy, Babe. We're gonna have a baby!" He kissed Wes deeply.
**
Pregnancy suited Wes. He was much less tense and demanding during his pregnancy. The whole glee club reveled in watching Wes' belly expand, watching his chest swell slightly with growing breasts. Wes' pregnancy was estimated to be about seven months long. At month five Dalton was on summer break, and he asked David to come to his OB/Gyn appointment.
"I get to see the baby today, on the ultrasound. Do you want to come with me?"
"Hell yes," David said.
Wes' doctor was one of the few well-respected Pilgrim doctors in Ohio. David drove Wes in his Prius and they both waited nervously in the waiting room. Eventually the nurse brought Wes back to the examination room. After the standard exam David was allowed to join Wes for the ultrasound.
"Hello gentlemen," Dr. Saunderson said. "Are you ready to see your baby?"
"Absolutely," David said, giddy.
Wes got settled on the examination table and the doctor moved the cart with the ultrasound machine on it closer to them. She put some lubricant in her hands, warmed it slightly, then spread it over Wes' swollen belly. David loved looking at his pregnant boyfriend. Wes' bottom pair of nipples had shifted slightly as his skin stretched over his pregnant belly. His belly button had gone from an "innie" to an "outie" and David loved touching it when they cuddled at night. The doctor took the sensor and started running it over Wes' baby bump.
“So, there's the head. It looks like the baby definitely has pointed ears, though they're lower on the head, closer to where a human's would be,” Doctor Saunderson said. “There's the baby's heart beat.” She moved the wand. “Oh my, look, we have a second heartbeat.”
“What?” Wes asked, startled.
“Twins,” the doctor said, a smile on her face. “There's the second baby, hiding behind the first.”
“We're having twins?” David asked, his eyes wide.
“Yes. And clearly fraternal, since the ear position is different. Not monozygotic. Do you want to know the sex, as well as we can tell?”
“I do,” David said, “But it's your body, Wes, do you want to know?”
“I,” Wes paused. “Yes, yes I do.”
David squeezed Wes' hand.
“Well, the spotlight hog here in front is female, as well as I can tell. She has a tail, which seems to be blocking the view of her sibling's genitals. Of course, we'll have to test them for sexual characteristics once they're born, like all hybrid children, but they look healthy in there.”
“Twins,” Wes said again, still in shock. “Twins.”
Dr. Saunderson made the boys a video and a few printouts of pictures of the babies, and they finished up the appointment, making another appointment for three weeks time. They finished up, and made their way out to David's Prius. They had dinner at David's parents' house where the showed off the pictures to David's ecstatic parents. Wes and David had both expected their parents to freak out when they announced they were putting off college for at least a year because of Wes' pregnancy. Wes' father had awkwardly congratulated him on the baby, but reminded him of the importance of college...eventually. His Pilgrim mother, however, had squealed with delight, kissed him on the nose, and asked when David and the other boys were moving in to help with the baby. When Wes had informed his mom that David was his only mate at the moment, she'd nodded and repeated the question. David had moved into Wes' house three days after graduation, with full approval of all five of his parents. David didn't know how much Pilgrim he had in him. His mother was three quarters, and two of his fathers were half. His other mother—who he wasn't actually related to genetically—and his third father were both about a quarter. David had a huge, hybrid family that definitely approved of and pushed traditional Pilgrim family values. David's parents were ecstatic that Wes was pregnant—since David himself couldn't carry babies, he didn't have a uterus—and insisted that Wes and David visit for dinner at least three times a week.
“Wes! Davy!” David's mom said, throwing her arms around the two boys. “How was the doctor's appointment?”
“We have news,” David said excitedly.
“Well, it's almost time for dinner,” she said. “Go get settled in the dining room. Wes, I made those cheesy potato things you like.”
“Oh thanks God,” Wes said, his hand rubbing over his baby bump. During his pregnancy Wes had been craving potatoes au gratin—the kind that came piecemeal in a box and you dumped the whole thing into a casserole dish with milk and butter—almost every day. Everyone around him was getting a little sick of them, but Wes couldn't seem to get enough.
Dinner at the Thompson house was always chaos. David's family was huge, he had five parents, seven siblings who still lived at home (this not counting the five who had already moved out), and several nieces and nephews. The Pilgrim traditions of mating young and mating often were definitely prevalent in their family.
“So, Wes, Davy says you have news?” David's mother asked.
“I'm having twins,” Wes said, a slightly shy smile on his face.
“So exciting!” David's third father said.
“Twins in the first pregnancy, that's good luck!” David's second father added.
“Dr. Saunderson says they're clearly fraternal because the ear placement is different. One is likely female but she couldn't get a good look at the other, Was said, rubbing his belly proudly.”
“Stop thinking so much like humans,” David's mother said. “They'll decide if they want to be boys or girls or neither when they're older. Just let them be babies for a while.”
“I like that idea,” Wes said honestly, looking at David.
“We should pick out gender neutral names,” David agreed. “If they want to change their names when they're older, they can.”
“I did!” David's little sister Kayla said. Kayla had been labeled male by the family doctor when she was born, but by the time she was five it was clear that she was a girl, no matter what her genitals might imply.
“Wes, have you told your mother about the twins yet?” David's mother asked.
“No, we came straight here from the appointment,” Wes said.
“Well, don't linger too long after dinner,” one of David's parents said, “She'll want to know the news.”
“So will all the Warblers,” David said, grinning. Their friends had been around a lot over the summer. Even though David, Wes, and Trent weren't going to be there next year, the connections they'd formed at school would still stand. Jeff was pregnant, about three months, and would have his baby sometime early in fall semester. Wes and Jeff weren't actually due that far apart, because Jeff's pregnancy was only going to be about six months. When they had Warbler parties over the summer, Wes had watched Kurt stare at him and Jeff with a longing look, and hug Blaine more tightly than usual. Wes could practically feel Kurt's instincts kicking into overdrive—as Wes' had back in February—and he wouldn't be surprised in the slightest if Kurt and Blaine “forgot” to use protection during Kurt's next heat.
David and Wes finished up visiting with Wes' family, then went home to Wes' house. Wes decided to take a long, slow bubble bath while David called around to their friends to tell them the good news about the twins. Wes rested a hand on his belly while he filled the tub. He could feel movement inside him, and like always it put a huge smile on his face. Feeling the babies move made him feel so alive and connected to his children. Wes could never in his life remember being as happy as he was, during his pregnancy, starting his life with David. He filled the tub with lukewarm water and bubbles, and slid in. He knew that a lot of people complained about being pregnant in the summer time, but Wes didn't really mind it. Of course, he also knew he was spoiled with a pool in the backyard and a huge bathtub to himself.
Wes grabbed a washcloth and put some body wash on it, rubbing it over his belly gently. He washed carefully under the curve of his swollen belly, where a crease had formed under the overhang from his baby bump. Sweat would gather there and Wes hated the idea of getting zits, so he was always careful to wash himself. He washed under his arms, behind his neck, and careful under the swell of what had now become obvious breasts. They were still small, barely more than an A cup, and would mostly go away once he lost all his pregnancy weight. However, for the time being, he had actual breasts.
Wes cupped his breasts in his hands, pinching his nipples with his fingertips and moaning at the sensation. It went straight to his cock which was half hard under the water. Wes moved one hand to stroke around his cock when there was a knock at the door.
“Wes?” David asked. “May I come in?”
“Yes!” Wes called back. The door opened and Wes' lover came into the bathroom. He stripped off his clothes and got into the oversized bathtub with his pregnant mate. David understood the annoyances of being pregnant in the summertime and didn't even question the fact that the water was lukewarm.
“It looks like you got started without me,” David mused, a hand wrapping around Wes' cock under the bubbles.
“You'll have to catch up then,” Wes said, crooking a finger to beckon David closer. David stretched over Wes' swollen belly and kissed Wes eagerly, idly flicking a thumb over one of Wes' nipples. Wes moaned into David's mouth as they kissed. David pulled off Wes' mouth and slipped one of Wes' small breasts into his mouth, sucking on the nipple as the fingers of his other hand wrapped around Wes cock, stroking firmly.
“Wes, Baby, do you want to fuck me today?” David asked. “It's been a while since we've done it that way, and I thought it might be more comfortable for you like that.”
“It might be,” Wes agreed.
David had gone into heat two days earlier. Since David's body didn't have any mothering instincts, his heat had pushed him to mark and dominate. And Wes had enjoyed being fucked so vigorously, but his baby bump had made it a little awkward, and he was still a little sore. That combined with the physical exam at his doctor's, Wes wasn't really in the mood to have anything inside him, but that didn't mean he wasn't in the mood. David got up and grabbed a tub of petroleum jelly from the medicine cabinet. David didn't usually produce enough natural lubrication, and sex in the bath required petroleum-based lube anyway. He handed the lube to Wes, then leaned over the edge of the bathtub, his ass in the air. In their relationship, Wes was, on average, usually the “bottom” while David was usually the “top.” However, they both enjoyed changing it up and trying new things from time to time. David moaned happily as Wes prepped him with his fingers, being incredibly careful to keep his claws retracted. Pilgrim teenagers often learn to be wary of their claws the hard way. David held onto the edge of the large tub, his ass in the air, eager to be filled.
“Fuck me, Wes,” David whispered.
Wes moved behind David, careful of his baby bump, and slipped his cock int the nicely-stretched David. Wes thrust in and out, stroking David's wet tail in his hand, reveling at the feel of the lukewarm water around his legs and his lover around his cock.
“I love you,” Wes said, as he thrust into David. David pushed back into the strokes, bracing himself with his arms on the edge of the massive tub.
“I love you too,” David panted out. “Starting a life with you is the best decision I've ever made.”
Wes thrust into David, hitting his prostate and making the other boy moan, one of Wes' hands stroked the sensitive base of David's tail and the other reached around to stroke David's cock as he moved. Wes slammed in once more, and came hard in David's ass. He increased his hand movements and David came against the side of the tub, then collapsed backwards, sated. Wes reached over to pull the bathtub stopper to let the tub drain, before filling it back up again with fresh water. The two boys lounged in the tub for a while, cuddling, talking, and enjoying each other's company.
*
Wes' baby shower was the first weekend after Labor Day—the first weekend after school had started back up—and all their friends managed to come. Even Trent drove down from college. David had decided to get some of his core classes done at the local community college, while Wes completely deferred for a year to have his babies. Then Wes would start college next year, if he still wanted. Wes' baby shower included all of the Warblers, and some of Kurt's friends from McKinley who Wes had gotten to know over the summer. He'd hit it off especially well with Kurt's part-Pilgrim friends Rachel and Tina. He and Tina bonded over the inherent, duality of trying to be a good, traditional Chinese child and a good Pilgrim child at the same time. Wes didn't really know the rest of New Directions very well, but Kurt assured them they were good people.
Because they had agreed to raise their children gender neutral, and let their kids decide if they wanted to be boys or girls when they were old enough, Wes and David had requested that all baby gifts be purple, green, or yellow, with none of the pale pink or powder blue that is usually prevalent at baby showers. Wes knew that Jeff, who was due in another month, had also chosen the same stance for his kid. Jeff's twin Jamie had come to the party as well. She doted on her twin, not letting him stay on his feet much, and making sure he overdid it. In fact she fussed of Jeff almost the same way Nick and Trent did, the same way David fussed over Wes, and Blaine fussed over Kurt. Wes suspected that Kurt might be pregnant as well, but Wes knew that Kurt would tell them when he was ready, and not a moment before. This was Wes' baby shower, and Kurt wouldn't want to steal the attention away from him.
“So, what are you having?” Sam asked Jeff conversationally.
“A baby,” Jeff answered.
“I know that,” Sam said, rolling his eyes, “I meant is it a boy or a girl?”
“Don't know,” Jeff said. “It's whatever it wants to be. We've chosen the name Erin, but when na's old enough na can pick any name and gender na wants.”
“I don't get it,” Sam said honestly.
“Gender isn't binary for us,” David said. “We're not always a boy or a girl. Take my sister Kayla for example. The human doctor announced 'it's a boy' when she was born, and my parents named her Michael. It was clear she thought of herself as a girl by the time she was about five. They changed her name to Michaela, and she's been Kayla for short ever since.”
“For some of us it's an easier division to make, and sometimes we make ourselves fit one gender role to fit in more with humans,” Jamie said. “But look at Jeff and me. We're identical twins. One egg that split. But I go to a girl's school, and Jeff goes to a boy's school.”
“That's because I'm a boy,” Jeff said.
“But you're pregnant,” Mercedes said. “You still think of yourself as a boy?”
“Who says boys can't have babies?” Jeff asked. “I'm not human. I'm one of the People, and I think of myself as a boy.”
“I'm kind of bigendered,” Wes supplied. “Sometimes I feel like a guy and sometimes I feel like a girl.”
“Me too,” Tina said, and her friends looked surprised. “Hey Brittany,” Tina called out and the blonde Pilgrim hybrid looked up from where Santana was scratching her behind the ears.
“What?”
“Are you a boy sometimes?” Tina asked.
“Sometimes,” Brittany said. “But not most of the time.”
“I think we have a hard time grasping it because we think in a gender binary,” Artie supplied, trying to ease some of the tension.
“We do too, sometimes,” Wes replied, “But usually just because it's been imposed on us.”
“So, Wes, you want to go swimming first, or open your presents?” David asked, kissing his lover on the back of the neck and effectively changing the subject.
“Swimming sounds wonderful. It's so hot today,” Wes said.
'Swim time' was announced and people changed into their swimsuits. Several of the kids, human and cat alike, used 'swim time' as a chance to examine each others' bodies to see how they were different. Finn appeared mildly startled at the extra nipples on Tina's stomach, but Wes assumed it was just because he hadn't seen them before. Rachel only had one set of nipples, he knew. Rachel was only about a quarter Pilgrim, so she had pointed ears and a tail, but not as many of the recessive characteristics.
Most of them were polite enough to speak mostly in English, but every once in a while Catlish—the Pilgrim/English pidgin that had developed in a lot of hybrid communities—phrases were thrown around. Wes wore a pair of baggy swim trunks low on his hips, and lounged in the shallow end with Jeff who similar shorts and a sports bra. Wes wasn't really concerned about covering his naked breasts, and nobody else seemed to be complaining. The two very pregnant boys leaned back on the steps in the shallow end and splashed around a bit, enjoying the water.
“I think they're doing backflips,” Wes said, a hand on his stomach. “Either that or they're trying to learn how to tap dance.”
Jeff laughed. “I hear you. This one's going to be a soccer player, I think.” He rubbed a spot on his swollen belly.
In the deeper part of the pool, people splashed around and swam and overall enjoyed themselves. Finn looked lost in thought, like he was on the edge of asking a question, but didn't know where to start.
“Finn, what are you thinking about so hard over there?” Blaine asked. He and Kurt were in the shallow end, near Wes and Jeff, lounging in the water, Blaine's arms around Kurt, and Kurt's head resting on Blaine's shoulder. Most of the other cat-people were talking and laughing in the deep end, Brittany showing off for Thad and Jamie and Trent.
“I was thinking something, but I don't want to say it, because it might be racist,” Finn admitted, his face flushing with embarrassment.
“Finn,” Kurt said. “We're your friends, more or less, and we know you're not intentionally prejudiced or malicious, so say what you want to say, and if it's rude we'll tell you.”
“Okay,” Finn said, looking around at the large group of pilgrim teenagers swimming. “I thought cats hated the water.”
Finn's statement brought out real belly laughs from most of the people in earshot.
“Earth cats don't like water,” Jeff said. “The cats we evolved from were strong swimmers. They did a lot of hunting in the water. Their primary food source was fish. We're natural swimmers.”
“Finn, it's okay to ask questions,” Rachel said, her tail flicking lazily through the water as she hugged him around the middle. “Wondering things is never wrong. It's only racist if you expect us to act a certain way, or insult us for not acting the way you imagine.”
“Oh, okay,” Finn said.
A familiar scent wafted towards them on the air and everyone with Pilgrim heritage stiffened as Brittany's back suddenly arched and she moved into Jamie's touch in a way that made Santana glower. Wes wanted to get up, but he moved slowly with pregnancy. David ran over to them quickly, along the edge of the pool.
“Trent, Thad, Jamie why don't you all go see if Jeff or Wes need anything and let me talk to Santana for a minute.”
David checked his hormones and resisted the urge to grab Brittany and fuck her right there in the pool. Brittany was with Santana and he was with Wes. When the people she'd been playing with reluctantly moved to the other side of the pool, Brittany swam over to Santana and started kissing her girlfriend's neck.
“Santana, you and Brittany should go home. Brittany's going into heat, and normally we'd have no problem letting this party turn into an orgy, there are a lot of humans around, and you all don't always react to sex the way the rest of us do.”
“Brittany, your heat is starting?” Santana asked her girlfriend, noticing how Brittany's pupils had suddenly dilated.
“Mmm, yes. Santana, you taste so good, and this water is so nice,” Brittany moaned into Santana's hair.
“Why don't we go back to my place? I'll fuck you with my strap-on, like you like,” Santana whispered into Brittany's ear. Most of the pilgrims could hear her, but they wouldn't judge.
“Can we do it in your pool?”
“Of course,” Santana promised. She pulled Brittany out of the pool, grabbed a couple of towels from the piles of blankets and towels that were all over the yard—in case Wes or Jeff felt like nesting—and led Brittany out of the yard.
“Fuck,” Jamie said, sliding into the pool next to Jeff. She wore a one-piece bathing suit with shorts, which had a hole cut in it for her tail. It was pink, with a purple flower on the front. She more her hair much longer than her twin. “Now I'm all horny. Being single sucks.”
“Go hit on Artie,” Rachel said. “He's single right now.”
“He's too human and straitlaced,” Jamie said, wrinkling her nose. “My ladyboner would probably scare him away.”
They matter-of-fact way that Pilgrims talked about sex and sexuality often freaked out some of the human kids, and Finn blushed bright red as he realized the girl in front of him was talking about her penis.
“You could always transfer to Dalton,” Jeff teased.
“And have to wear those hideous boys' uniforms? No thank you,” Jamie said.
Kurt turned slightly green.
“Excuse me,” he said, getting up and bolting into the house. Everyone watched him go, concern on Finn and Blaine's faces, smirks on everyone else's.
“Do your parents know?” Wes asked Blaine quietly.
“Yeah, we told them yesterday. Kurt's too. But he doesn't want it spread around yet, so pretend like it isn't completely obvious, okay?” Blaine answered.
“Like what isn't completely obvious?” Finn asked, oblivious.
“I'll tell you later,” Rachel said, patting Finn on the arm.
They splashed around a little while longer, then David helped Wes up to the deck so they could open their baby gifts.
*
It was the end of September and Wes lay curled up with David in their bed. When David had moved in with them, Wes' mother had gone right out and bought them a larger bed, and had been delighted to redesign one of the guest rooms as a nursery. Wes had swapped rooms with his little brother Pat, so that his and David's room would be closest to the nursery. Wes didn't have as many siblings as David did, but he had two younger sisters and a younger brother. Wes' mom was ecstatic about there being new babies around to love. Wes' father had sort of grunted when he'd been told, but was beginning to warm up to the idea. A few days earlier Wes' father had handed him the baby blanket that he'd been wrapped in—that had been passed down through his family line on his father's side—and patted Wes on the back, and Wes knew he was forgiven for taking time off college to have babies.
Wes had been tossing and turning all night. His back was hurting and had horrible heartburn. It was hot and sticky, even with the air conditioning on, and cuddling with David was just making him hotter. And the babies were being quite active, kicking him regularly. During a particularly bad stabbing pain, Wes sat up. He realized what was happening and started to shake David awake.
“David, David, wake up! Wake up now!” Wes said, excitement and a little fear in his voice.
“Wes?” David asked sleepily. “What's wrong?”
“I'm going into labor!” Wes announced. Then he winced as the pain continued, and he was able to identify what it was. A contraction.
“Oh my God, they're coming now?” David asked, flustered.
“Not this very moment, no. Go wake my parents up, and I'll call the birthing clinic,” Wes said, reaching over for he cell phone from the bedside table.
David shot out of bed, grabbed his pants and ran out into the hall, knocking on Wes' parents' bedroom door to wake them up. Wes called the birthing clinic in Columbus that specialized in Pilgrims, and grabbed his bag, which had been packed days earlier and put under the bed. Wes moved slowly, but with purpose. He was wearing a baggy t-shirt, and reached for a pair of elastic waist basketball shorts to pull on. He didn't even bother with underwear, knowing that anything he wore would probably get ruined today anyway. Wes shuffled out of the bedroom to the bathroom to pee, and then slid his feet into a pair of rubber Adidas sandals. Then he sat down on the edge of his bed with his bag and waited calmly for everyone else to finish panicking and freaking out so that they could go. He pulled out his cellphone while his boyfriend was freaking out and called David's parents house.
“Hello?” David's mother answered.
“Hey, it's Wes. I wanted to call you and let you know I've just gone into labor. As soon as David calms down and remembers what he's doing, we'll be going to the clinic.”
“It'll probably be a few hours at least,” David's mother said wisely. “We'll come meet you after breakfast.”
“I figured,” Wes said. They exchanged a few more pleasantries, then Wes hung up the phone and slid it into the front pocket of his bag. When David came back into their bedroom, Wes was already to go.
“Breathe, David. I'm ready to go. Find your shoes, and your wallet, and we can go,” Wes said.
“Okay,” David said, trying to calm himself down.
Wes' mother came into the room and kissed him on the cheek. “Let's get you in the car, Wes. Your dad's gonna stay home and meet us at the clinic after the kids go to school. David will meet us at the car and drive to the clinic.”
“Okay,” Wes said, letting his mother help him stand. She helped him make it down to the car and get settled in the backseat. She grabbed the birthing blankets, and handed them to Wes who sat in the backseat of the car rubbing his face against the soft material of the blankets. When a contraction his him, he looked at his watch and saw that they were about a half an hour apart. David got behind the wheel and started driving to the clinic.
*
Wes walked around the birthing center for a while. He'd been checked in, they'd looked him over and checked out the babies, and announced that he wasn't ready yet. So he was supposed to keep walking. There was a tub of water for him to sit in and relax in when he wanted, his mom and his lover were there, and family and friends showed up throughout the day. Several of his friends had taken off school that day so they could come and be there for the birth, which Wes thought was fair, since they'd been there for the conception. Jeff—who really was Wes' best friend apart from David—insisted on being there, which had one of the midwives doting on him as well, in case Wes' hormones and pheromones triggered Jeff's labor early. Jeff wasn't due for another three weeks, but nobody dared tell him he couldn't be there. Wes was part of his pride, even if they didn't live together. David's family came and went, visiting, but not staying. There were a lot of people there already, and David's family was huge.
During part of the day, David held onto the birthing blankets, so that his scent would be on them when they swaddled the newborns. The rest of the time Wes held them tightly rubbing them against his face and his hair. Only Wes, David and Sherri—Wes' mother—were permitted to touch the blankets. Pilgrim children didn't open their eyes for the first few days. With hybrid children it was usually the first day or two, but for that time they were only aware of smell and touch, and maybe taste. There were three blankets, one for each baby, and a third to wrap the afterbirth in. Pilgrims had superstitions involving the afterbirth and the spirit of their newborns, and if Wes was too out of it after delivery, David would take it out to the huge gardens behind the birthing center and bury it. Every two weeks or so the gardeners would plant flowers over the dirt patches where parents had disposed of the tissue. It was something important enough to Pilgrim families that it made the birthing center much more popular for Pilgrims than the hospitals. That and the fact that all of the midwives, most of the nurses, and both doctors that staffed the center were at least part Pilgrim.
Wes lay on the bed, the birthing blankets held tightly in his arms. A few tears were on his cheeks as the contractions came closer and closer together. David sat next to him, gently rubbing Wes' ears with his fingers.
“Alright,” the midwife, Kathy, said. “You're ready. Let's get you into position.”
Wes had opted against a water birth, but had chosen a squatting birth instead. Giving birth prone was something that usually just happened in hospitals—for Pilgrims at least—as it was easier on the doctor, but harder on the mother. David had been shown how to “catch” the babies, and Kathy was mainly there to supervise and make sure things went well. Jeff, Nick, Kurt and Blaine stood around the room, but at a good distance away. Sherri stood next to the squatting bar, and helped Wes get into position, placing her hands over his and standing in front of him.
“You're doing so well, Baby, it's almost time,” Sherri said to her son.
“I am ready to get these kids out of me,” Wes said, taking a deep breath. “Hurts like hell.”
“You'll barely remember the pain once it's over, honey. It's so worth it,” Sherri promised.
“Listen to your mother,” Kathy said, “She totally knows what she's talking about.”
Wes held his tail up high, dropping into a squat while holding the bar firmly. David crouched down onto the grown like he'd been shown and Kathy crouched down next to him. David couldn't believe how completely stretched Wes was. For the first time, David could see clearly into Wes' birth canal, because the sphincter was completely dilated. And something very dark was crowning against the rim.
“It's time to push, Wes,” Kathy said. “Push now.”
Sherri pressed one hand at the top of Wes' abdomen as Wes pushed down instinctively with his muscles. It was the worst pain he'd ever felt, but at the same time he felt fueled by a rush of endorphins. He could feel the movement, and feel David's hands against his body, and heard Kathy coaching David on what to do.
“Push, Wes, good boy, push, you can do it,” Sherri said, one hand laying over Wes' fingers which were tightly clenched around the squatting bar. Her other hand pressed down against Wes' body and aided in gravity's push.
David saw his child's head and followed Kathy's instructions. As the baby slipped out of Wes, David held and guided the child, not letting the baby hit the ground. Kathy handed him the scissors and he cut the chord—David hadn't inherited the sharpened Pilgrim incisors, so he couldn't bite through the chord himself—and grinned as the baby cried out. A nurse, Monica, guided David to where they would wash the baby off, then wrap the baby in the birthing blanket. David did all the work and the nurse only guided him.
“Okay, it's probably going to be a little while until the second one is ready,” Kathy said, “You've closed up a little, come back and sit on the bed again.”
Sherri helped Wes come over to the bed, which was very low to the ground, and he laid back, already exhausted.
“You're doing awesome,” Kurt said from the other side of the room.
“You really are,” Blaine agreed.
“Not too scary?” Jeff said. “You had the most determined look on your face I've ever seen.”
“It hurt like hell,” Wes said, but so worth it. “Can I see the baby?”
“Absolutely,” David said, carrying the swathed bundle. “I think this is definitely Morgan. Her ears are lower, like on the ultrasound.”
Wes took the baby eagerly, as his body adjusted and prepared to get ready to repeat the process. Morgan had David's curly hair, but her skin was only slightly darker than Wes'. She cried a little, but once Wes held her tightly against him she quieted.
“Let David or your mother hold na for a while,” Kathy suggested. “Na” wasn't an English word. There is no English pronoun that isn't male or female, apart from 'it,' so many Pilgrims and hybrids had adopted 'na' as a loanword. Na was the pronoun used in the Pilgrim language. Jeff used 'na' almost as often as he used 'he,' but unfortunately the professors as Dalton wouldn't accept 'na' in academic papers. “I need to see if you're dilated again.”
Wes handed Morgan to his mother, and put his feet up in the stirrups so that Kathy could check his birth canal.
“Very soon,” Kathy said. “One more set of contractions, I think, then you'll be ready to meet Shannon.”
“I need to pee,” Wes said, and Kathy helped him up and into the attached bathroom. Wes used the bathroom, then cried out as contractions hit him again. Kathy checked again, and declared him ready, and he got back into the squatting position. David handed Morgan to Jeff, who held her reverently as the others cooed over her while David went back to deliver his second child. Their friends watched the scene play out almost identically to the first time.
As soon as Shannon was revealed to the room it was clear he took after David in the complexion department. Shannon's skin was several shades darker than Morgan's.
“Na is very Pilgrim,” Monica said as she watched David clean Shannon off. “Both sets of genitals on the outside at least. Shannon's a good name, na can pick him or her when na's old enough.”
“That's the plan,” David said. “We should call Morgan na too,” he decided out loud. “They can both be whatever they want to be.”
Over at the birthing bar, Kathy had settled the the third blanket underneath Wes, and told him to push one last time. The afterbirth landed with a squelch and Kurt turned vaguely green where he was standing. Sherri and Kathy helped Wes back to the bed, and David came over and settled Shannon in his arms. Wes beamed at his child as Monica guided David over to take care of the mess, and led him outside to dispose of it properly.
Long before the birth had started, Sherri had suggested Wes change into with front openings so that he didn't have to change later. It was a good idea, because Wes was so exhausted, he didn't think he could move. Kathy took Shannon from Wes for a moment, so that Wes could unfasten his shirt. Morgan was the first one handed over to him. Wes held Morgan against his breast and grinned at how quickly the baby found his nipple and started to suck.
“Oh, that's a good sign,” Sherri beamed.
“God, I can't believe that's going to be me in February,” Kurt said, rubbing his still flat belly.
“I can't believe it's going to be me in three weeks,” Jeff countered.
“I hope it's me not long after Kurt,” Nick whispered into Jeff's ear, and Jeff blushed. Blaine looked sad for only a moment before kissing Kurt on the cheek and resting his hand on Kurt's belly.
“I'm glad we're all having kits close together,” Wes said, as he rocked the suckling Morgan. “They can be good friends like we are.” Kathy brought some chairs into the birthing room so the visitors could sit while an orderly cleaned up the squatting station.
David came back inside while Wes was nursing Shannon, and eagerly took Morgan into his arms when Sherri offered her to him.
Wes' father showed up after the babies were both born and congratulated his son. His normally stern face split into a wide grin when he saw his grandchildren. Wes' friends were glad to see the man soften toward his family. Eventually, everyone left, only David staying with Wes who was required to stay the night.
*
In February, Wes and David gathered with many of their friends at the Hummel-Hudson house as Kurt prepared to give birth to his baby. Kurt had opted for a home birth, like his bother before him, and Kathy was the midwife who'd been hired to help. Jeff and Wes were there because they'd been through it before, and they were the ones Kurt trusted to help him, along with some of his girlfriends who wouldn't dare not be there.
Jamie sat in the living room, as she and Tina and Mercedes cooed over Morgan, Shannon and Erin, who were just entering the 'pulling themselves around on their hands' stage of life. Carole and Mrs. Anderson puttered around the kitchen, making more food than anyone could imagine necessary, but all the kids hanging around scarfed it up. Burt kept coming in and out of Kurt's room looking like he was torn between beaming with bride and tearing his hair out—if he still had hair.
“I can't stand it, Carole, every time he cries I want to hit somebody, but Blaine looks just as worried as I am.”
“Relax, Burt. Mothers have been giving birth to babies since time began. There's nothing you can do besides wait it out. Kathy knows what she's doing, and so do Wes and Jeff,” Carole reassured her husband, kissing him on the cheek.
“Why are there so many teenagers in my house?” Burt asked, noticing the huge gathering of Warblers and New Directions kids seemingly for the first time.
“Pilgrim thing,” Trent said, rocking Erin in his arms. Nobody know for sure if Erin was Trent's or Nick's, but nobody really cared either. Nick and Jeff were raising na, and Trent was over whenever possible. “We're so family-oriented, none of us want to stay away when a friend is having a baby.”
“God I wish Katie was here,” Burt said quietly, then looked up at Carole with regret in his eyes. “I didn't mean that I don't want you here, Carole.”
“I know,” Carole said, patting Burt on the arm. “She was Kurt's mother. She should have been here.”
“Is there really supposed to be so much screaming?” Finn asked, worried.
“Don't worry so much, Finn,” Mercedes said, wandering into the kitchen for a drink. “He's not screaming nearly as much as Quinn did.”
“Hey!” Quinn said, indignantly.
“She's not wrong, Quinn, you screamed like crazy. Well, in between telling me how much I sucked,” Puck said. “Hummel's barely making any noise in comparison.”
“Burt, Carole!” Jeff called from the top of the stairs. “Get in here, it's time!”
Everyone else waited downstairs until they heard the telltale wail of a new baby. The noise set off Erin who started crying as well, but Morgan was too busy playing with Brittany's hair and Shannon was curled up asleep in Rachel's arms.
“God, I want one,” Rachel said quietly, and Finn got a deer-in-the-headlights look on his face.
“Don't rush into anything, dear,” Mrs. Anderson said. “I know you want to make it on Broadway, and it would be harder with a baby in tow. I was thirty when Eddie was born, and much closer to forty when I had Blaine. You'll have your chance, but not everyone is suited to be a mom right away.”
“I know,” Rachel said.
“She looks to be very female,” Carole said, coming to the top of the stairs to tell everyone. “They're naming her Katie, after Kurt's mom.”
“Excuse me,” Blaine said, walking down the stairs with a blanket-wrapped bundle. He went straight outside to bury the afterbirth. Jeff came downstairs not two minutes later and took the still-crying Erin into his arms. He settled down on the couch and undid his shirt and nursing bra, not caring that he was in mixed company. Erin calmed quickly as she suckled and everyone looked at Jeff, wanting details.
“Na's perfect,” Jeff said. “She, I mean. I think she's got a lot of human, and she's adorable. She has Kurt's hair-color, almost exactly, but it's curly.”
“Is her tail curly too?” Rachel asked curiously.
“It was mostly matted down with water, but it looks like it,” Jeff agreed. “All our kids are perfect.”
*End*
I'm sorry it's so cheesy. I had the hardest time trying to end this!
