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works/2376572.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Isaac_Lahey
  Character:
      Peter_Hale, Isaac_Lahey
  Additional Tags:
      Mpreg, woods, furs, tent, Pack, Pups, Birthing, Stockholm_Syndrome,
      Mates, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Alpha/Omega
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-29 Words: 1433
****** Pups ******
by Party_in_the_Forest
Summary
     Isaac awoke to pain in his stomach.
     He wrapped his hands around the swollen protrusion and let out a low
     whine. The twinges of pain had started a little over three hours ago
     but Isaac hadn't wanted wake the Alpha beside him; hoping the pain
     would fade on it's own. It hadn't. At first starting as a tingling
     feeling, the pain had slowly and steadily climbed it's way inside
     him, clawing away at his innards.
     -OR-
     In a bit of a Neanderthalic time, Isaac is kidnapped by a rival Alpha
     and taken as his mate (Isaac is 16-17ish).
Isaac awoke to pain in his stomach.
 
He wrapped his hands around the swollen protrusion and let out a low whine. The
twinges of pain had started a little over three hours ago but Isaac hadn't
wanted wake the Alpha beside him; hoping the pain would fade on it's own. It
hadn't. At first starting as a tingling feeling, the pain had slowly and
steadily climbed it's way inside him, clawing away at his innards.
 
In tears from the pain Isaac rolled to his side and with a sob; crying out for
the Alpha lying next to him.
 
When the Alpha had first dragged him from his pack Isaac was so scared he would
have done anything to escape the monster that had taken him. But now Isaac had
learned to get along with him-- out of necessity if nothing else. The man had
not any interest in letting him go. In some strange way it had actually
encouraged him to rely on the Alpha.
 
Groggily the Alpha's eyes opened and a small rumble escaped his lips as he
looked around the small animal-hide tent. Lifting his nose to the air he
scented the room. There was a sharp change in his when he did-- transforming
him from his sleeping haze the Alpha was suddenly on all fours, kneeling over
Isaac's swollen stomach.
 
Rolling Isaac onto his back the the Alpha pushes young wolf's legs apart,
sinking down to the source of Isaac's pain. At first when the Alpha had done
this it had been to push himself into Isaac and it had been it's own form of
hurt but now the feeling Isaac had down there was swollen and wet and tingling
to the point it was becoming excruciating in an entirely different way.
 
The Alpha pushes Isaac's flaccid member to the side to better view of his hole.
Scenting it deeply with his nose.
 
Isaac lets out yelp of discomfort as the Alpha moves the skin below around,
touching it and evening occasionally rasping it with his tongue. Licking at
Isaac's lower regions wasn't anything new for the Alpha, he used to be quite
aggressive about the act-- But right now Isaac can't handle it... Not when the
sudden the pain in his stomach clenches down in him worse than ever... His
claws sinking deeply into the flesh of the Alpha's shoulders. The Alpha pays no
attention to the claws however, passing their existence off as a mere
annoyance. He's much more concentrated on the area where Isaac's pain is coming
from. Much to Isaac's dismay.
 
Isaac feels like his insides are being ripped apart by a demon. His sobs
progress into choked hiccups as he pleads with the Alpha, begging, imploring
him to make it stop. The words, as always, fall on death ears. The Alpha never
listens to what he has to say, either not understanding or rather not caring.
Isaac squirms and whimpers as he feels his stomach moving under his arms,
contorting under the pain. A sensation that had started a long while before,
scaring Isaac, but he'd been too afraid of it to say anything until it was too
late.
 
Isaac's hiccuped wail is interrupted by a second one as he feels something
inside himself move, dropping down into the mouth of his hole. It feels sorta
like when the Alpha comes into him but it's bigger and it's coming the wrong
way...
 
“A-lll-pphh-aaa,” Isaac moans in panic, wanting nothing more than to clamp his
legs shut and curl up around himself until the pain is gone.
 
The Alpha doesn't oblige him though and instead forces his legs open farther,
unwillingly keeping Isaac from rolling back on his side. Isaac twists and
swivels his hips from left to right, eyes blinded from tears and voice horse
from sobbing. He can't remember when or how the pain started but he hopes it
kills him soon because he knows he can't take much more and he's scared but he
can't get the words out his mouth.
 
He wants to plead with the Alpha, ask him what's wrong but the Alpha doesn't
seem interested in the boy-- He just calmly pushes on his legs, tentatively
messaging his contorting hole.
 
…
The young omega is so lost, his eyes awash with tears as his labor begins.
Peter knows the omega is at a loss as to what is happening to him but Peter is
determined to get him through it. When he had first taken the young omega he
had thought the young wolf would know the ways of things but it seems as though
he would find out soon enough...


Peter shouldn't have taken the omega so soon but when he'd come across his
scent he'd known he couldn't possibly resist filling the omega with his pups;
claiming it as his own. It had been all too tempting for him and Peter's
resolve had been weak.


The omega is shaking with his cries, his hands tearing at the distended mound
that is his stomach. It heaves and contorts as the contractions pass through
it, ushering their pups into this world. The omega sucks in air sharply in
between chaotic sobs, his eyes squeezed shut so tightly they allow no tears to
pass through. In front of Peter the omega's hole is beginning to open up,
pulsing a violent red as it swells to expand itself; he is ever attentive of
it's movements.


Peter fights down the omega's legs as he attempts to shut them again. He gives
him a low growl, attempting to sooth the young wolf and give him a distraction
from his discomfort. Peter focus's on what he's doing, determined to get both
his mate and his pups through the night. He can't allow the omega to curl up
and hide away, Peter needs to ensure his pups make it out the same way he put
them up in his lovely little omega.


Peter still remembers first feeling his pups kick inside the omega. To his
credit the young wolf hadn't done anything too drastic but he had jumped pretty
badly when it had happened. Peter had pulled the omega to him by the fireside
and had gently taken one of his hands, pushing down on the swelling stomach
until one of the pups had pushed back. The experience had startled the omega
but after a while he'd grown accustomed to it.


Peter has to reach up and press a hand against they boy's bulging belly at one
point-- growling menacingly until the omega finally understands that he needs
to bear down into the contractions. A wave of watery slick gushes out of him
for his efforts, soaking the caribou hide on the floor.


Isaac manages to birth three cubs successfully, much to Peter's pleasure. He
had hoped for a decent sized litter and considering it was the omega's first,
Peter had nothing to be disappointed about. As the cubs came out Peter handed
then to their 'mother', watching with a low rumble of approval in his throat as
the omega immediately took to caring for their offspring. Licking them clean,
the omega made sure they were spotless before allowing the blind, half-
transformed human cubs to suckle from him.


Peter watches with pride as the cubs latch right onto the omega's swollen
chest, hungrily sucking away. The omega looks around him, a bit overwhelmed but
seemingly delighted by the arrival of these new packages. He looks to Peter
briefly but Peter doesn't feel as though he's actually registered that there is
another person inside the tent besides the cubs on his chest. His eyes are
still a wreck and there's a fair amount of drool running down the side of his
mouth but his demeanor has entirely changed now that he has them in his arms.
Peter barely has to correct anything.


Peter knows that soon enough the small, rag-tag trio on his mate's chest will
grow into strong pups because he has seen how fine their parents are. The next
litter Peter hopes there will be more but for the moment he's content with the
litter they have. His mate has done well.


Licking away the tears on his mate's face Peter makes sure to wash away stains
and unflattering drool lines. The omega looks relaxed now, the exhaustion of
what he's been through finally sinking in with him. Sighing his eyes begin to
close despite his valiant attempts to keep them open, carefully trained on the
young pups cradled to his chest.


He's been a good mate tonight, Peter thinks. A very good mate indeed.


- fin -
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