Summary: Mistoffelees finds himself scared, unprepared and alone as he goes into labor.
Warnings: Slash, Mpreg, Graphic birth. If you do not like one or all of these I respect your opinion, please respect mine by leaving this page without commenting. Thanks.
I do not own CATS the musical. Luckily for you.
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Unprepared
"Calm now' Misto said quietly, patting his swollen stomach as he tried to sooth the impatient kittens. "won't be much longer" Misto whispered, he was not sure if the kittens could find comfort in his voice, but on lonely days like this, he might have gone mad from the silence otherwise.
He had not ate anything since the moon was out last, Mistoffelees could feel the kittens protests but insisted on staying securely in his den, his heavy belly made hunting a difficult task, and escaping predators impossible. Mistoffelees best bet was to wait out the hunger until his mate had returned from his duties.
Munkustrap had left to act on a rumor from the alley cats, with the aid of capable tom cats from the tribe, a group Mistoffelees was once in him. With his magical ability's he proved to be more then capable, and extremely helpful.
That is where Mistoffelees first met his silver furred mate, whether it be discussing Macavity's possible hide outs, or leading pollicles away from the junkyard Mistoffelees would became entranced by the tom he so admired. That admiration turned into lust, and lead to the conception of their litter of kittens, to both of their surprise.
Munkustrap had left the junkyard three moons ago now, none of the toms had been heard from, rumors were spreading amongst the frantic queens that worried for the toms arrivals. Luckily some of the queens had brought food to Misto's den every now and again, mostly in attempt to dig up dirt on the toms where about, Misto hadn't the slightest clue.
The den was left in ruins, not that Misto had even been particularly neat. The den had only one blanket that was torn and scratchy on the toms skin, the rest of the den was filled with scrap cans and old tires. He was sure Munkustrap had some use for them.
The young tom stared at the dens entrance, hoping the drapes would be pushed aside to reveal the silver tabby he so longed for and missed. The constant kicking from the kittens made it impossible to relax. His muscles were tight as he sat up from his lounging position; he placed a heavy hand on his stomach, pushing down lightly urging the litter to settle. Mistoffelees eyes began to blur as he sat up, regretting his acting he leaned his head back against the wall, waiting for the sickness to pass.
Mistoffelees opened his eyes to feel an unwanted pressure in his abdomen, followed by a pool of water under him, and the sudden appearance of light pain. Mistoffelees tried to stay optimistic as the signs of labor began to show more and more, He was sure it was false labor, Munkustrap will barge in any second now, birthing pains were exaggerated, surely he would have no problem delivering them alone.
All the time he spent trying to convince him that things were better than they appeared proved to be pointless within the first 10 minutes.
Mistoffelees was feeling frantic now, It was to soon, he was to weak, un prepared, and alone. He looked around the room for help, anything to tell him what his next move was, all he could see was the dark confines of his den, offering no help, not even a welcome place to lie. The Tuxedo tom gripped his stomach leaning forward as a pulse of labor hit, he could feel an individual kitten as it shifted to his birth canal.
Mistoffelees crawled over on his hands and knees to the torn old blanket; he could not bring himself to deliver Munku's kittens on the dirt floor of a sloppy den. He laid his black belly onto the blanket as he held himself up with his elbows, spreading his knees wide. He had no time to contemplate a more comfy position before he felt a surge of pain that caused him to push, He had no idea what to expect when his body began to stretch to make way for the large object that pushed towards his opening "Augh" Misoffelees groaned as he began to shake. He was regretting his position as his arms threatened to give out under the numbing pain. His black legs instinctively spread as the kitten began to crown, the young tux had tears rolling from his eyes, he continued to push, despite his desperate want to stop. His body protested any more pushing, as a tom he was not made to harbor kittens, let alone bring them into the world.
Mistoffelees could feel his uneven, panicked breathing as he screamed; the kitten was pushed from its father onto the rough dirtied blanket. He placed his head on the ground, still sniffing away the tears that lingered from the memory and constant throbbing pain. He looked under his body to see the bloodied mewling kitten at the other end of him, he felt proud of himself, despite his ignorance to birth and labor; He should have discussed this at length with the queens.
สรุป: Mistoffelees หาตัวเองกลัว เกิด และคนเดียวเขาไปเป็นแรงงานคำเตือน: ทับ Mpreg กราฟิกเกิด ถ้าคุณไม่ชอบหนึ่ง หรือทั้งหมดเหล่านี้ผมเคารพความเห็นของคุณ โปรดเคารพเหมือง โดยออกจากเพจนี้โดยไม่แสดงความคิดเห็น ขอบคุณผมได้เป็นเจ้าของแมวดนตรี โชคดีสำหรับคุณ_____________________________________________________________________เกิด"สงบตอนนี้ ' Misto กล่าวอย่างเงียบ ๆ patting ท้องบวมของเขาขณะที่เขาพยายามเอาใจลูกแมวสัมฤทธิผล" ไม่นาน" Misto กระซิบ เขาไม่แน่ใจว่าลูกแมวอาจพบเสียงของเขา แต่ในวันเหงาเช่นนี้ เขาอาจได้ไปบ้าจากความเงียบเป็นอย่างอื่นเขาไม่ได้กินอะไรเนื่องจากดวงจันทร์ได้ออกล่าสุด Mistoffelees รู้สึกถึงการประท้วงลูกแมว แต่ยืนยันปลอดภัยพักในห้องส่วนตัวของเขา ของเขาหนักท้องทำล่างานยาก และหลบหนีการล่าไม่ คลิ Mistoffelees จะ รอออกหิวจนเพื่อนของเขาได้กลับมาจากหน้าที่ของเขาได้Munkustrap ได้จากไปดำเนินการกับข่าวลือจากทางแมว ด้วยความช่วยเหลือของแมวสามารถต้มจากเผ่า กลุ่ม Mistoffelees เคยอยู่ในพระองค์ ด้วยความสามารถของเขาขลัง เขาพิสูจน์ให้มากขึ้นแล้วสามารถ และประโยชน์อย่างยิ่งนั่นคือ ที่ Mistoffelees ก่อนพบคู่ของเขา furred เงิน ว่าจะคุย ได้ของ Macavity ซ่อนลึกหนาบาง หรือนำ pollicles จาก junkyard Mistoffelees จะกลายเป็น entranced โดยต้มให้ชื่นชม ชื่นชมที่เปิดลัสท์ และนำไปคิดของกระบะลูกแมว ทั้งความประหลาดใจของพวกเขาMunkustrap had left the junkyard three moons ago now, none of the toms had been heard from, rumors were spreading amongst the frantic queens that worried for the toms arrivals. Luckily some of the queens had brought food to Misto's den every now and again, mostly in attempt to dig up dirt on the toms where about, Misto hadn't the slightest clue.The den was left in ruins, not that Misto had even been particularly neat. The den had only one blanket that was torn and scratchy on the toms skin, the rest of the den was filled with scrap cans and old tires. He was sure Munkustrap had some use for them.The young tom stared at the dens entrance, hoping the drapes would be pushed aside to reveal the silver tabby he so longed for and missed. The constant kicking from the kittens made it impossible to relax. His muscles were tight as he sat up from his lounging position; he placed a heavy hand on his stomach, pushing down lightly urging the litter to settle. Mistoffelees eyes began to blur as he sat up, regretting his acting he leaned his head back against the wall, waiting for the sickness to pass.Mistoffelees opened his eyes to feel an unwanted pressure in his abdomen, followed by a pool of water under him, and the sudden appearance of light pain. Mistoffelees tried to stay optimistic as the signs of labor began to show more and more, He was sure it was false labor, Munkustrap will barge in any second now, birthing pains were exaggerated, surely he would have no problem delivering them alone.All the time he spent trying to convince him that things were better than they appeared proved to be pointless within the first 10 minutes.Mistoffelees was feeling frantic now, It was to soon, he was to weak, un prepared, and alone. He looked around the room for help, anything to tell him what his next move was, all he could see was the dark confines of his den, offering no help, not even a welcome place to lie. The Tuxedo tom gripped his stomach leaning forward as a pulse of labor hit, he could feel an individual kitten as it shifted to his birth canal.Mistoffelees crawled over on his hands and knees to the torn old blanket; he could not bring himself to deliver Munku's kittens on the dirt floor of a sloppy den. He laid his black belly onto the blanket as he held himself up with his elbows, spreading his knees wide. He had no time to contemplate a more comfy position before he felt a surge of pain that caused him to push, He had no idea what to expect when his body began to stretch to make way for the large object that pushed towards his opening "Augh" Misoffelees groaned as he began to shake. He was regretting his position as his arms threatened to give out under the numbing pain. His black legs instinctively spread as the kitten began to crown, the young tux had tears rolling from his eyes, he continued to push, despite his desperate want to stop. His body protested any more pushing, as a tom he was not made to harbor kittens, let alone bring them into the world.Mistoffelees could feel his uneven, panicked breathing as he screamed; the kitten was pushed from its father onto the rough dirtied blanket. He placed his head on the ground, still sniffing away the tears that lingered from the memory and constant throbbing pain. He looked under his body to see the bloodied mewling kitten at the other end of him, he felt proud of himself, despite his ignorance to birth and labor; He should have discussed this at length with the queens.
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