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The Secret Behind Munkustrap's Curious Condition (Part 3/3)

WARNING:This short story contains MPreg, Mild Language, and Suggestive Themes. If you do not like any of these things, then do not read this. If you choose to read this and decide to leave negative comments about Mpreg, Sex, etc. just remember that you have been warned.

Also, my writing may not be the greatest, because I am a little rusty, but I hope it entertains and is enjoyable.

Also, a small note, when I have a row of hyphens, that means I am switching the Point of View to a different character.

THANKS FOR READING!

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Mistoffolees was in a panic, not sure what he was supposed to do. He knew Munkustrap was in a substantial amount of pain and that he was apparently giving birth to a litter of kittens, their kittens. Mistoffolees hissed in pain as Munkustrap clawed into his back during a particularly powerful contraction. This filled Mistoffolees with the energy needed to carry the heavy and labouring male back to their den.

When they finally made it to their den, Mistoffolees laid Munkustrap on a clean blanket, helping him to get into a position, on his back with his legs spread apart to allow room for the kits to be born. The first kitten, a young queen was already half-way out, and Munkustrap was fighting his body's need to push until he knew Mistoffolees was there to aid the young kit.

Mistoffolees gathered some warm water, cloths, and a small basket to place the kits in so Munkustrap could focus on his breathing and pushing. Mistoffolees offered Munk his hand to squeeze while he laboured, and very quickly regretted it, not realizing how strong the males grip was, double that, since he was in labour. During the next particularly strong contraction, Munk let out a loud shout as he pushed, with all of his might to get the remainder of the kit out. When he heard Mistoffolees' excited gasp followed by the queen's delicate "mews" he knew it was fine.

Munkustrap took the time to relax and watch Mistoffolees as he cleaned off their first kit, a daughter. Munkustrap was thrilled, him always wanting to be a father, but just not in the way it was happening right now. He watched as Mistoffolees put the young female in the basket nearby. His eyes were beginning to water when he was awoken from his joy when another contraction coursed through his already trembling body, urging him to push once more. This next kit came much quicker, and within ten minutes of pushing, Munk felt the familiar stinging sensation from between his legs, and shortly after, the sound of "mews" filled the room once again.

"It's another queen, Munk." Mistoffolees announced, feeling pride at the fact that the two of them had two daughters to now take care of. Munkustrap groaned in relief, able to tell that it was over. He carefully rose to a sitting position so he could get a good look at their kits. They both looked a lot more like Mistoffolees than him, but he still couldn't help but tear up just watching them. He took the smaller one, the first born, and held the tiny female to his swollen nipple so she could latch on and begin drinking her father's milk.

"Munk, how come you never told me you were pregnant?" Misto asked, a look of confusion on his face.

"I tell you, I honestly didn't know. A bunch of the queens said I was displaying many symptoms of pregnancy, but I thought it was physically impossible for a male to conceive or give birth to a litter." He said, grabbing onto the second female to allow her to begin suckling at his other nipple.

"Well, what shall we name them?" He asked softly, as to not disturb the little ones.

Munkustrap smiled at Misto, licking both little kits gingerly.
"We'll have time to figure that out later. For now, let's let the little ones rest." He whispered as he placed the kits back in the basket to sleep.

((For those who wish to know what the kits were later named. The first born was named Ellora, and the last born was named Ollia.))

THE END... FOR NOW

Description
The Secret Behind Munkustrap's Curious Condition (Part 3/3)

WARNING:This short story contains MPreg, Mild Language, and Suggestive Themes. If you do not like any of these things, then do not read this. If you choose to read this and decide to leave negative comments about Mpreg, Sex, etc. just remember that you have been warned.

Also, my writing may not be the greatest, because I am a little rusty, but I hope it entertains and is enjoyable.

Also, a small note, when I have a row of hyphens, that means I am switching the Point of View to a different character.

THANKS FOR READING!

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Mistoffolees was in a panic, not sure what he was supposed to do. He knew Munkustrap was in a substantial amount of pain and that he was apparently giving birth to a litter of kittens, their kittens. Mistoffolees hissed in pain as Munkustrap clawed into his back during a particularly powerful contraction. This filled Mistoffolees with the energy needed to carry the heavy and labouring male back to their den.

When they finally made it to their den, Mistoffolees laid Munkustrap on a clean blanket, helping him to get into a position, on his back with his legs spread apart to allow room for the kits to be born. The first kitten, a young queen was already half-way out, and Munkustrap was fighting his body's need to push until he knew Mistoffolees was there to aid the young kit.

Mistoffolees gathered some warm water, cloths, and a small basket to place the kits in so Munkustrap could focus on his breathing and pushing. Mistoffolees offered Munk his hand to squeeze while he laboured, and very quickly regretted it, not realizing how strong the males grip was, double that, since he was in labour. During the next particularly strong contraction, Munk let out a loud shout as he pushed, with all of his might to get the remainder of the kit out. When he heard Mistoffolees' excited gasp followed by the queen's delicate "mews" he knew it was fine.

Munkustrap took the time to relax and watch Mistoffolees as he cleaned off their first kit, a daughter. Munkustrap was thrilled, him always wanting to be a father, but just not in the way it was happening right now. He watched as Mistoffolees put the young female in the basket nearby. His eyes were beginning to water when he was awoken from his joy when another contraction coursed through his already trembling body, urging him to push once more. This next kit came much quicker, and within ten minutes of pushing, Munk felt the familiar stinging sensation from between his legs, and shortly after, the sound of "mews" filled the room once again.

"It's another queen, Munk." Mistoffolees announced, feeling pride at the fact that the two of them had two daughters to now take care of. Munkustrap groaned in relief, able to tell that it was over. He carefully rose to a sitting position so he could get a good look at their kits. They both looked a lot more like Mistoffolees than him, but he still couldn't help but tear up just watching them. He took the smaller one, the first born, and held the tiny female to his swollen nipple so she could latch on and begin drinking her father's milk.

"Munk, how come you never told me you were pregnant?" Misto asked, a look of confusion on his face.

"I tell you, I honestly didn't know. A bunch of the queens said I was displaying many symptoms of pregnancy, but I thought it was physically impossible for a male to conceive or give birth to a litter." He said, grabbing onto the second female to allow her to begin suckling at his other nipple.

"Well, what shall we name them?" He asked softly, as to not disturb the little ones.

Munkustrap smiled at Misto, licking both little kits gingerly.
"We'll have time to figure that out later. For now, let's let the little ones rest." He whispered as he placed the kits back in the basket to sleep.

((For those who wish to know what the kits were later named. The first born was named Ellora, and the last born was named Ollia.))

THE END... FOR NOW