Home Delivery

It's a cold and rainy night in the suburbs, and university student Zack Lightspark is doing his usual delivery rounds.

The ember-furred lion is at another busy takeaway restaurant to pick up his next order. Heads turn to look at him as he enters and walks up to the counter, eyes drawn to his swollen midsection.

The young lion is heavily pregnant, with a belly looks so big and round that it seems like he's going to fall over any moment. Even more so when the rest of him is as thin as a twig, although tonight it’s under several layers of clothing on account of the chilly weather.

Zack's due date was last Monday, and strictly speaking he's not supposed to be working. However, living off UBI alone isn't very comfortable, and Zack figures it will be difficult to balance uni *and* a job *and* an infant after he gives birth, so he wants to earn and save up as much money before then.

He doesn’t want to rely on his parents, not that they would have approved anyway. The cub is a result of a one-night stand, but he has no idea which one, so the other father isn't in the picture either. 

Zack shrugs off the stares and waddles back outside. As he gets ready to haul himself back on his scooter, he feels a harsh tightening across his midsection that forces him to pause.

He has been getting these cramps all day. They weren't too bad to go through during the morning and afternoon lectures; uncomfortable to go through, but nothing to worry about, he thought then. But they have really been ramping up since he started work a few hours ago.

He winces as the pain escalates and puts a paw to his oversized baby bump, where the reddish orange fur has partially thinned over the recent months to reveal darker red stretch marks underneath. It's rock hard.

"Fuck..." he swears under his breath, groaning as the pain reaches a peak before it gradually fades away. This pain is the worst one yet.

Zack has been dismissing them as false contractions. He has actually been getting them for weeks, occasional cramps or tightness across his engorged abdomen that have been increasing in frequency as the pregnancy enters the final stretch.

And thank goodness for that! The young lion is getting sick of being so heavy and encumbered, feeling exhausted from carrying his pregnancy around campus all day, struggling to get to sleep with his very active unborn cub jabbing him in the ribs, not being able to hold anything in his bladder. It doesn't help that Zack's not a big guy and the baby has been growing like he's got all the room in the world.

His due date came and went, however, and initial frustration turned into resignation as days passed with more false contractions and no baby. Zack figures he will just have to get induced next week. But those previous false contractions have never been this frequent, this long, nor this painful. The gravid lion realises belatedly that this time may be the real deal.

But he reckons he still has time for a couple more deliveries.

It starts to rain. Undeterred, the young lion gets up on his scooter, with some difficulty, and sets off for the delivery address. Barely a minute has passed when the pains return. The boy winces and grips the handlebars tight, trying to focus on the road despite the throbbing wave roiling through his body.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck..." the boy curses, "Great timing, kid. Just... wait for a little bit longer... please."

Soon after the last contraction dissipates Zack feels another one coming. "Aaaah!!" the lion cries out, the speed and intensity of the new contraction catching him by surprise. Surely the contractions shouldn't be coming this quickly and strongly already?

Grimacing, Zack glances at his phone’s GPS. Almost there. Almost there...

The contraction eases just as Zack pulls up to the address. The gravid lion lugs himself down from the scooter, waddling as fast as he could up the driveway to leave the food under the carport as per instructions.

Sheltering from the rain under the carport, he whips out his phone to check the app for orders. He could accept one more job. The restaurant is in the same general direction as the hospital. After that it's just a quick dash to get to the delivery address, then straight to the delivery room.

He taps to accept. He still has time.

One more delivery.

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'Food not ready, fifteen more minute,' says the panda at the counter.

'Oh... okay,' Zack meekly replies.

A savage contraction grips the boy, the hardest one so far. Zack tries his hardest not to scream and just grits his teeth. There's barely any break between contractions now. As the next pain builds, he leans against a wall, eyes clenched shut, one paw clapsed over his mouth, the other rubbing the underside of his dropped belly.

His breathing is heavy and erratic. He feels an awful ache in his lower back. There's so much pressure between his legs now. His fur is drenched in sweat under his jackets; he takes the first one off, then the second, so that he's standing there with his top half only covered by a sweaty oversized white T-shirt.

There's no denying that Zack is in active labour now. He imagined he would be labouring in a hospital surrounded by professionals who would tell him what to do, not in a restaurant in his work clothes trying out pain management techniques on the fly. He really regrets not going to those breathing classes now.

'Oooooohhh... nmmmmhhhhh!!' The labouring lion struggles to keep his voice down as the pressure in his hips intensifies. He grabs a chair and sits on it backwards, his arms wrapped around the backrest as a contraction peaks, squirming and rocking his body in futile efforts to damp down the pain. 'Please... just wait a little longer...' the unfortunate boy pleads with his cub.

'Order for delivery finish!' The same panda runs out of the kitchen and places the bagged food on the table next to Zack. 'You have baby soon, why you working?! I call hospital for you?'

'I.. it's okay, the house is on the way to the hospital anyway. Tha... thank you!' The lion makes for the door as fast as his condition will allow.

'Boy you forget jacket!'

Zack ignores the panda, gets back on his scooter with an arduous heave, and speeds down the road towards the delivery address.

Almost immediately another contraction strikes. 'Nggghh!! Gaaaahh!!' the lion screams while fighting to keep his eyes open and looking straight ahead. Chilly wind and rain lashes him on the way, but all he can sense is the ever mounting pressure in his crotch.

The lion struggles to stay conscious as he weaves his way around parked cars, meanwhile his womb is squeezing his baby's head into a fully-dilated cervix. It will not be long now until Zack is pushing out his cub. The lion can feel it coming. He's not going to make it to the hospital.

The lion skids to a stop outside the delivery address. He has a brief window of respite between contractions but everything still hurts. He gets off the bike, grabs the food, and hurries down the garden path as fast as he could, his legs splaying with the baby's head feeling like a bowling ball engaged in his pelvis.

He can hear loud sounds coming out of the house as he hauls himself up the short flight of stairs to the front door. Meanwhile another contraction is building, the tension ratcheting up frightfully with each step.

Zack manages to ring the doorbell before the pain becomes overwhelming. He doubles over in agony as he feels wetness gushing out between his legs.

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'I'll get it,' says Mercius over the sounds of video games and drunken yelling. The tall white-furred dragon pushes his six-month pregnant body off the couch. Being the only person left sober enough to walk in a straight line, the task of opening the door falls to him by default. The pregnant dragon steps over and around the bags of snacks, bottles of booze, and bodies of passed-out friends in the living room and the corridor, and opens the front door.

On the porch is the bag of food and, next to it, the delivery boy whimpering and squatting on the ground, clutching his swollen belly. The young lion's red mane is drenched from the rain, but amniotic fluid soaks his pants.

The contractions are so much stronger now that his waters have broken, they almost cause Zack to pass out. He remains squatting, screeching in pain and hyperventilating.

'Holy shit!' The dragon moves over and kneels down next to the labouring lion, holding him up. 'Oh my god. Oi! Ben, call an ambo!' 

'Amburansh? Ambruransh for what??' Ben the black labrador staggers into the hallway, almost tripping over someone's backpack.

'Oh fuck... uhh, I can call, but you talk,' the intoxicated canine slurs, whipping out a phone to stare at blankly for a good couple of seconds.

'Ben for fucks sake I'm a little bit busy, you talk. Tell them there's a guy in labour.'

'Yeah naah, shotgun not calling!' shouts Ben.

'Shotgun not calling!' shouts the rest of the very drunk party from the living room.

'The delivery guy's having a fucking baby!" Mencius yells for the people at the back. Maybe a few of them are still lucid enough to help him get the lion inside the house and out of the cold and rain.

A few party guests emerge from the living room to join Mencius on the porch.

'Oh faaark this is serious shit,' mumbles a diminutive golden-furred fennec fox. 'I'll call ummm... uhhh... the doctor gays... guys...' He swipes the phone off Ben's paw, 'And that's my phone cunt'

'Thanks Maz. Okay, hey.' The dragon turns now to the labouring boy, 'Let's get you up and inside at least.'

Zack sobs and nods. He waits for the contraction to let up then shakingly stands up with Mencius' help. But before he steps through the door another contraction threatens.

'Aaah! Fuck, fuck!' The pressure in his womb builds up rapidly and Zack finds himself unable to resist the urge to push. He puts his paws against the brick wall of the house for support, stands with his legs slightly spread, and bears down.

'Nghhhh! Aaaaaa! Gaaahhhhh!!' He feels his cub's head squeezes through his cervix and drops down into the birth canal. Pushing hurts, but it also feels good to finally give in to his instincts. He keeps pushing, feeling gravity helping to move the baby downwards towards its exit. His thin arms and legs are shaking with effort.

More house guests come out onto the porch. They see a scrawny lion with the full-term belly pushing clenched paws against the house's wall and bellowing loudly, as he bears down with one agonising contraction after another with barely any breaks. The baby's head presses on his prostate as it is pushed further down through his birth canal, sending shivers of pleasure through him and making his cock painfully hard in his underwear.

'Ohhh!! Ahhh!! GGNNHHHNGHH!!!' The contractions are intense and are moving the baby down quickly, but to Zack it feels like he's been pushing for an eternity when he finally feels the baby's head bulging his opening. Instinctively he spreads his legs further apart to make room, even though he's still fully clothed. Another strenuous push, and Zack feels the baby's head drop to sit just above his opening. 'Aaaaaahh! Oh god! Oh fuck!' cries Zack as his cock throbs and erupts messily in his underwear.

Between contractions and pushing Zack overhears the voice of the fennec on the phone: 'yeah he's like... having... like, having a b-b-baby... I don't know he just sorta turned up? ... iunno if he's pushing he's being really loud about it but... yeah like an ambulance or summin iunno what do youse guys do...'

Meanwhile the rest of the drunk boys gather around Zack to watch the show. A beefy tiger anthro pipes up, 'Not gonna lie this is hot as fuck.' The fennec puts the phone down, unzips his shorts, and starts jerking his cock to the birthing show.

Mencius is sober but out of his depth when it comes to actually delivering a baby; he simply stares at the labouring lion, horrified. 'This is gonna be me in three months,' the white-furred dragon realises, simultaneously dreading having to go through birth, while also feeling weirdly aroused by the sight before him.

Between ceaseless labour pains and sheer embarrassment, Zack wishes he was dead. He's giving birth in his clothes being leered at by drunk strangers. He wants to crawl into a hole and never be seen again.

'Ngghhhh!!' he groans, feeling yet another brutal contraction approaches, reminding him of the urgent task still at paw. His body would not let him move from this spot or care about anything else until he births his precious cub.

'Gaaahhhh!!!!' The labouring boy gives a hard push, being rewarded with an excruciating burning sensation where his cub's head starts to stretch him. But the urge to keep pushing is overwhelming, irresistible, unstoppable. 'AAAHHHH!!!' Zack shrieks and pushes through the searing burn, unable to thwart his natural instincts to give birth.

The boy feels his entrance stretch more, more, more, forced open by his own body expelling his own cub. The contraction subsides, and the hapless lion feels the head slip back in.

'Fuck! God, no! Please, no! Nooo!' the birthing boy sobs. Zack groans and rocks his hips through the throbbing pain that remains in the cruelly short break between contractions. He barely has time to catch his breath before feeling the urge to push again.

Once more, Zack screams and bears down. His cub's head bulges his entrance and stretches him agonisingly before retreating back in again.

'Fuck fuck fuck, nghhh!! I can't...' The lion pushes desperately, spreading his legs wider, his fuzzy face and mane wet with free-flowing tears. He breathes in shallow gasps, panicking not for the first time tonight. Maybe his opening is simply too small for the cub.

He leaned harder against the wall and pushed with all his might. He feels his cub moving, excruciatingly, stretching him wider and wider. The baby's head feels so large and heavy as it finally crowns it threatens to split him in two. The searing pain tears at his consciousness, his senses fading in and out.

'Aaaah!! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!' Zack gives a piercing, primal scream as the cub fully crowns in his tortured opening, the pressure and burning peaking excruciatingly, then easing up slightly as Zack pushes the head out into his underwear with a rush of fluids.

The father-to-be realised with alarm that he's still clothed, sodden fabric blocking his cub's way into the world. 'My pants! get my pants,' Zack desparately pleads through ragged breaths. An intoxicated wolf stumbles towards him and uselessly tugs at Zack's soaked trousers.

'Get it off! Get it off!' Zack urgently pleads before the urge to push overcomes him once again. 'Aaaaaah!!!' The cub's shoulders painfully turn and squeeze through his opening, to be followed by the rest of the cub's body slipping past. Mencius rushes over and pulls Zacks' trousers down, just in time to see Zack's cub tumble out of his father into the soggy underwear.

Zack feels his knees weaken and he slumps into the taller dragon's arms. The lion finds strength to reach into his underwear and bring his baby up to his chest. The newborn starts to fuss and cry. 

'H... hey...' an exhausted Zack greets his son through teary eyes. The newborn is a red-furred cub with fox features, taking after his other dad. The lion's ears pick up the sirens of approaching ambulances, but the new father is simply fixated on his new son. Zack thinks he's the most beautiful person he's ever seen. 

'Congrats dude,' Mencius says, slowly helping to lower Zack down onto the ground, 'You did it.' Two bear paramedics come up the garden path, just in time for Zack to feel contractions and panic that he's having another baby. The bears calm Zack down, reassuring him that it's just the afterbirth. One of the parademics cut the cord and clean up the newborn while another helps the lion deliver the placenta.

'Oh my god that's disgusting,' says the beefy tiger, leaning over the lawn and throwing up.

'Holy shit dude the guy really just fuckin gave birth in his fucking pants, man,' loudly rambles another sloshed wolf who's still hanging around. 'What the fuck, that really just happened holy fuck mother of jesus god.' The paramedics give the wolf an annoyed look.

'Wheressamyfood??' yells a drunk crocodile who's just woken up from an alcohol-induced nap. Mencius sighs and paws him the delivery bag, then attempts to usher the rest of the inebriated crew back inside. 

Amidst all the commotion, tired and sweaty, Zack rests on the porch steps holding his son. The birth didn't go as he planned, but his little cub is safe and sound in his arms, and for now that's all that matters.