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~Misunderstandings... (A Misto x Plato Fic) {For Delphicoracle-CAT}~
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WARNING: This One-Shot contains instances of Mpreg as well as various pregnancy symptoms. If you do not like Mpreg and/or have nothing nice to say about it, just don't comment or read it at all. There is also some mild sexual content included as well as graphic labouring and birthing scenes, so you have been warned.

Other than that, I hope you can enjoy this as much as I did writing it, and once again, to Delphicoracle-CAT, I'm sorry it took so long, and I hope you like it.
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New Years Eve...
A time where many a Jellicle should be having the time of his/her life, celebrating with family and friends, celebrating the fact that they had survived another year of life, and most importantly, getting drunk at New Years Parties. But, though the festivities were in full swing as expected, there was, not only one, but two Jellicles that were not enjoying the day that is supposed to be one of the greatest days of their year, second to the evening of the Jellicle Ball.

Plato walked through the deserted Junnkyard, kicking up snow with his paws as he slowly made his way home. How he had ended up where he was now, he was still unsure, it was all still a blur to him. All he could remember for sure, was that Victoria, his beloved mate, had had cheated on him with Skimbleshanks, the former mate to Jennyanydots. The mere memory of seeing the two... doing what they did... and in HIS den... and in HIS bedrooom... and in HIS bed... was sickening to him. He took a large drink of the vodka that he was carrying with him before tossing it to the ground and hearing it shatter as he continued walking in no particular direction.

His grey fur stood on end, maybe from the cold, maybe from the pure hatred that he now felt towards Victoria and the bastard that had effectively ended their relationship. But, then he remembered that he wasn't the only one having a hard time at the moment. No, in fact, he imagined Mistoffelees was having a much harder time than he was. What with being nine months pregnant and alone, the father of his kittens, Tugger, having left him for Bombalurina two months earlier.

He decided that he would pay the young tux a visit, seeing as there was nowhere else for him to go and he was pretty sure he wouldn't mind the company either, especially in his condition. He made a left turn down the closest alley, not even paying any attention to the darkness that seemed to engulf him. He had walked this path so many times that he knew every little detail by memory. He didn't even have to think about it... Take a left here, a right there, walk passed the next two alleys before making a right, and before he knew it, he was at Mistoffelees's doorstep.

He let out a soft sigh, debating in his mind whether or not he should actually ring the doorbell. With a moments hesitation, he reached out with one of his paws and gently rang the doorbell.

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New Years Eve...
A time where even most of the expecting queens were able to attend the celebrations being held at various homes within the Junkyard. But, of all of the queens and himself whom were expecting, of course it would have to be himself that was sentenced to bed rest until he had his kittens, and not be allowed to attend the festivities. But, the young tux supposed it wasn't too bad, now he could go the bathroom as frequently as he needed to without causing other Jellicles to think something was wrong or he was going into labor.

He placed a paw on his almost full term, pregnant stomach as he felt the kittens beginning to give his bladder a good barrage of kicks that made him gasp in shock at how hard their kicks were getting. "Damn it..." He mumbled, turning to get to the bathroom as quickly as possible, walking with his legs crossed in order to not piss all over the ground. "You kits need to give mommy more of a warning..." he muttered, gasping as one of the kits gave another strong kick, causing him to lose control and urinate where he was standing. "Son of a bitch... When will I ever get a break?" He muttered to himself as he heard the doorbell ringing.

"Just a second!" He hollered out, deciding whether or not he would try to clean up the mess right now seeing as anything could cause him to go into labor at this point. Letting out a sigh, he walked to the door, fixing up the fur atop his head and placing a paw on his large stomach before answering the door.

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"P-Plato? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with Victoria at Skimbleshanks's party?" He asked, shocked at the angered expression he received in response.

"Don't you dare... mention that bastard's name... in front of me... ever... again!" He shouted in the tux's face, almost forgetting that he was yelling to an extremely pregnant tux.

"Well, excuse me... You're the one who showed up on my doorstep, so who the hell do you think you are to talk to me like that, especially in my condition?" He asked, rubbing his stomach to calm his kittens, that had once again began kicking inside of him.

"Oh... Misto, I'm so sorry... I... Victoria... Victoria had an affair with Skimbleshanks... I left her... I'm so sorry." He began crying softly, leaning his head on Misto's shoulder, for the first time in his life, feeling completely worthless.

"Plato... I... I'm so sorry. Do- Do you want to come in?" He asked, rubbing Plato's back in a caring manner.

"I guess so... I don't want to impose." He said, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"No... It's no problem at all. Just come on in." He said, leading the older tom into the house. "Just, watch your step... The kits were going crazy earlier, and I couldn't control it any longer." He mumbled the last part, feeling embarrassed by the fact that he had to tell Plato about his weak bladder.

"Misto, you're pregnant... I would be shocked if you didn't have a hard time controlling your bladder. Here, let me clean it up for you, you just sit down." He said, going to grab a towel to sop up the urine on the ground.

"Oh, thank you so much Plato. That's very sweet." He said, walking into the living room to have a seat on the sofa. Plato followed soon and took a seat next to him.

"Thank you so much for letting me come in. It was getting quite cold outside." He said, trying his best not to start crying again. It was just too hard for him to contain it. He just couldn't help himself.

"Plato, it's no problem whatsoever. You were my brother-in-law, so please, make yourself at home, and you're welcome to to stay as long as you need to." He said, placing a hand on Plato's shoulder. The T.V. was on at the time, and the countdown to midnight was finally beginning. Plato and Mistoffelees joined in on the countdown.

"5...4...3...2...1." They mumbled, and when the ball finally dropped.

"Happy New Year, Plato." Mistoffelees whispered, feeling a little depressed that he had no one to kiss and share the moment with. He was wrong however, as Plato leaned in slowly, parting his lips ever so slightly, until they met with Misto's who responded with a shocked gasp. He soon kissed the older tom back passionately, his paws automatically moving to rub Plato's upper thigh. They both began moaning in pleasure, Mistoffelees even more pleasured than Plato. The tux could feel his neglected member hardening with each second he was kissing plato.

"Oh... Plato... Please... I... Need..." He was cut off by Plato standing the both of them up and leaning Misto over the couch. Misto moaned in pleasure by Plato automatically taking the initiative and knowing what he needed. Plato began placing a finger inside Misto's opening, trying to loosen it up a bit, which caused the smaller tux to hiss in ecstasy.

"Oh... Everlasting Cat... Just do it, Plato. I'm close... Don't miss your opportunity." He pleaded. Plato was only happy to oblige. He removed his finger from Misto's opening, before he took his fully erect member inside of him. He began thrusting in and out, gently at first, but quicker and more urgent with each thrust. Misto had already came as soon as Plato entered him, but it took Plato a little longer to reach his climax.

After the two of them had finished, they were drenched in sweat, Misto more so than Plato. Misto against Plato's rising and falling chest, the feeling calming to him. The moment ended soon as Misto felt a large gush of warm fluid soaking the fur of his inner thigh.

"Oh, damn it... I'm sorry Plato. I didn't even feel it coming. Do you want something to clean up with?" He asked, beginning to rise to his feet, but he was stopped by Plato.

"Misto, you relax. I'll get something." He said, rubbing Misto's stomach before he went to the bathroom to get some towels. Misto stayed on the couch, his hand resting on his stomach, rubbing it gently.

"Why can't you ever cut mommy some slack..." He asked, not even noticing a small cramping pain in his stomach. Plato came back shortly after and cleaned up the liquid from the ground first, then from the couch, and then from the fur of Misto's inner thighs.

"There we are." Plato said, kissing Misto gently on the cheek before sitting back on the couch. "Now where were we?" He asked, running his fingers up Misto's legs."

"Well... We had just finished... Unnnnngh... Oh... Everlasting Cat!" Misto groaned, clenching his stomach as he felt a strong contracting pain coursing through his body.

"Misto, is something wrong?" Plato asked, putting a hand over his, over his stomach.

"I... I think it's time!" He groaned, feeling another contraction causing him to feel like he needed to push right away. "Plato... They're coming... They're coming!" He screamed as he began following his natural instincts and pushing with all of his might to get his kittens out.

"You're doing beautifully Misto, keep pushing." Plato assured him, helping the first kitten out and into the world, delicate little mews filling the room. "Misto... It's a queen... A beautiful queen. Now, keep pushing. Just one more to go." He coached, putting the first kitten against Mistofeelees milk swollen nipples.

"Damn it! These kits have great timing!" He screamed as he continued pushing, the contractions only making matters worse. But, after ten minutes of continuous pushing, it was all over and the mews of a baby tom cat were filling the room.

"Oh Misto... They're both so beautiful." He said, ignoring the fact that they both looked more like Tugger than Misto, but... He knew that with Tugger out of the picture, neither of them would end up like their father at all.

"Plato... Thank you so much for being here for me. I really appreciate it." Misto whispered, rubbing a paw over Plato's face. Plato kissed him on the cheek, hoping that this would not be where their relationship ended. Now, that he had helped Misto give birth to his kits, he felt that he couldn't leave them alone...

TO BE CONTINUED LATER...
(Not part of the commission but as my own story...)

Description
~Misunderstandings... (A Misto x Plato Fic) {For Delphicoracle-CAT}~
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WARNING: This One-Shot contains instances of Mpreg as well as various pregnancy symptoms. If you do not like Mpreg and/or have nothing nice to say about it, just don't comment or read it at all. There is also some mild sexual content included as well as graphic labouring and birthing scenes, so you have been warned.

Other than that, I hope you can enjoy this as much as I did writing it, and once again, to Delphicoracle-CAT, I'm sorry it took so long, and I hope you like it.
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New Years Eve...
A time where many a Jellicle should be having the time of his/her life, celebrating with family and friends, celebrating the fact that they had survived another year of life, and most importantly, getting drunk at New Years Parties. But, though the festivities were in full swing as expected, there was, not only one, but two Jellicles that were not enjoying the day that is supposed to be one of the greatest days of their year, second to the evening of the Jellicle Ball.

Plato walked through the deserted Junnkyard, kicking up snow with his paws as he slowly made his way home. How he had ended up where he was now, he was still unsure, it was all still a blur to him. All he could remember for sure, was that Victoria, his beloved mate, had had cheated on him with Skimbleshanks, the former mate to Jennyanydots. The mere memory of seeing the two... doing what they did... and in HIS den... and in HIS bedrooom... and in HIS bed... was sickening to him. He took a large drink of the vodka that he was carrying with him before tossing it to the ground and hearing it shatter as he continued walking in no particular direction.

His grey fur stood on end, maybe from the cold, maybe from the pure hatred that he now felt towards Victoria and the bastard that had effectively ended their relationship. But, then he remembered that he wasn't the only one having a hard time at the moment. No, in fact, he imagined Mistoffelees was having a much harder time than he was. What with being nine months pregnant and alone, the father of his kittens, Tugger, having left him for Bombalurina two months earlier.

He decided that he would pay the young tux a visit, seeing as there was nowhere else for him to go and he was pretty sure he wouldn't mind the company either, especially in his condition. He made a left turn down the closest alley, not even paying any attention to the darkness that seemed to engulf him. He had walked this path so many times that he knew every little detail by memory. He didn't even have to think about it... Take a left here, a right there, walk passed the next two alleys before making a right, and before he knew it, he was at Mistoffelees's doorstep.

He let out a soft sigh, debating in his mind whether or not he should actually ring the doorbell. With a moments hesitation, he reached out with one of his paws and gently rang the doorbell.

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New Years Eve...
A time where even most of the expecting queens were able to attend the celebrations being held at various homes within the Junkyard. But, of all of the queens and himself whom were expecting, of course it would have to be himself that was sentenced to bed rest until he had his kittens, and not be allowed to attend the festivities. But, the young tux supposed it wasn't too bad, now he could go the bathroom as frequently as he needed to without causing other Jellicles to think something was wrong or he was going into labor.

He placed a paw on his almost full term, pregnant stomach as he felt the kittens beginning to give his bladder a good barrage of kicks that made him gasp in shock at how hard their kicks were getting. "Damn it..." He mumbled, turning to get to the bathroom as quickly as possible, walking with his legs crossed in order to not piss all over the ground. "You kits need to give mommy more of a warning..." he muttered, gasping as one of the kits gave another strong kick, causing him to lose control and urinate where he was standing. "Son of a bitch... When will I ever get a break?" He muttered to himself as he heard the doorbell ringing.

"Just a second!" He hollered out, deciding whether or not he would try to clean up the mess right now seeing as anything could cause him to go into labor at this point. Letting out a sigh, he walked to the door, fixing up the fur atop his head and placing a paw on his large stomach before answering the door.

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"P-Plato? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with Victoria at Skimbleshanks's party?" He asked, shocked at the angered expression he received in response.

"Don't you dare... mention that bastard's name... in front of me... ever... again!" He shouted in the tux's face, almost forgetting that he was yelling to an extremely pregnant tux.

"Well, excuse me... You're the one who showed up on my doorstep, so who the hell do you think you are to talk to me like that, especially in my condition?" He asked, rubbing his stomach to calm his kittens, that had once again began kicking inside of him.

"Oh... Misto, I'm so sorry... I... Victoria... Victoria had an affair with Skimbleshanks... I left her... I'm so sorry." He began crying softly, leaning his head on Misto's shoulder, for the first time in his life, feeling completely worthless.

"Plato... I... I'm so sorry. Do- Do you want to come in?" He asked, rubbing Plato's back in a caring manner.

"I guess so... I don't want to impose." He said, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"No... It's no problem at all. Just come on in." He said, leading the older tom into the house. "Just, watch your step... The kits were going crazy earlier, and I couldn't control it any longer." He mumbled the last part, feeling embarrassed by the fact that he had to tell Plato about his weak bladder.

"Misto, you're pregnant... I would be shocked if you didn't have a hard time controlling your bladder. Here, let me clean it up for you, you just sit down." He said, going to grab a towel to sop up the urine on the ground.

"Oh, thank you so much Plato. That's very sweet." He said, walking into the living room to have a seat on the sofa. Plato followed soon and took a seat next to him.

"Thank you so much for letting me come in. It was getting quite cold outside." He said, trying his best not to start crying again. It was just too hard for him to contain it. He just couldn't help himself.

"Plato, it's no problem whatsoever. You were my brother-in-law, so please, make yourself at home, and you're welcome to to stay as long as you need to." He said, placing a hand on Plato's shoulder. The T.V. was on at the time, and the countdown to midnight was finally beginning. Plato and Mistoffelees joined in on the countdown.

"5...4...3...2...1." They mumbled, and when the ball finally dropped.

"Happy New Year, Plato." Mistoffelees whispered, feeling a little depressed that he had no one to kiss and share the moment with. He was wrong however, as Plato leaned in slowly, parting his lips ever so slightly, until they met with Misto's who responded with a shocked gasp. He soon kissed the older tom back passionately, his paws automatically moving to rub Plato's upper thigh. They both began moaning in pleasure, Mistoffelees even more pleasured than Plato. The tux could feel his neglected member hardening with each second he was kissing plato.

"Oh... Plato... Please... I... Need..." He was cut off by Plato standing the both of them up and leaning Misto over the couch. Misto moaned in pleasure by Plato automatically taking the initiative and knowing what he needed. Plato began placing a finger inside Misto's opening, trying to loosen it up a bit, which caused the smaller tux to hiss in ecstasy.

"Oh... Everlasting Cat... Just do it, Plato. I'm close... Don't miss your opportunity." He pleaded. Plato was only happy to oblige. He removed his finger from Misto's opening, before he took his fully erect member inside of him. He began thrusting in and out, gently at first, but quicker and more urgent with each thrust. Misto had already came as soon as Plato entered him, but it took Plato a little longer to reach his climax.

After the two of them had finished, they were drenched in sweat, Misto more so than Plato. Misto against Plato's rising and falling chest, the feeling calming to him. The moment ended soon as Misto felt a large gush of warm fluid soaking the fur of his inner thigh.

"Oh, damn it... I'm sorry Plato. I didn't even feel it coming. Do you want something to clean up with?" He asked, beginning to rise to his feet, but he was stopped by Plato.

"Misto, you relax. I'll get something." He said, rubbing Misto's stomach before he went to the bathroom to get some towels. Misto stayed on the couch, his hand resting on his stomach, rubbing it gently.

"Why can't you ever cut mommy some slack..." He asked, not even noticing a small cramping pain in his stomach. Plato came back shortly after and cleaned up the liquid from the ground first, then from the couch, and then from the fur of Misto's inner thighs.

"There we are." Plato said, kissing Misto gently on the cheek before sitting back on the couch. "Now where were we?" He asked, running his fingers up Misto's legs."

"Well... We had just finished... Unnnnngh... Oh... Everlasting Cat!" Misto groaned, clenching his stomach as he felt a strong contracting pain coursing through his body.

"Misto, is something wrong?" Plato asked, putting a hand over his, over his stomach.

"I... I think it's time!" He groaned, feeling another contraction causing him to feel like he needed to push right away. "Plato... They're coming... They're coming!" He screamed as he began following his natural instincts and pushing with all of his might to get his kittens out.

"You're doing beautifully Misto, keep pushing." Plato assured him, helping the first kitten out and into the world, delicate little mews filling the room. "Misto... It's a queen... A beautiful queen. Now, keep pushing. Just one more to go." He coached, putting the first kitten against Mistofeelees milk swollen nipples.

"Damn it! These kits have great timing!" He screamed as he continued pushing, the contractions only making matters worse. But, after ten minutes of continuous pushing, it was all over and the mews of a baby tom cat were filling the room.

"Oh Misto... They're both so beautiful." He said, ignoring the fact that they both looked more like Tugger than Misto, but... He knew that with Tugger out of the picture, neither of them would end up like their father at all.

"Plato... Thank you so much for being here for me. I really appreciate it." Misto whispered, rubbing a paw over Plato's face. Plato kissed him on the cheek, hoping that this would not be where their relationship ended. Now, that he had helped Misto give birth to his kits, he felt that he couldn't leave them alone...

TO BE CONTINUED LATER...
(Not part of the commission but as my own story...)