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...)