Part 1 of 5 - That Time of Year (Memories...)

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WARNING: This short story contains sexual content, minor language, brief sex scenes, Mpreg, and descriptive Labour and Birthing scenes. If you do not prefer any of these,  than this is not the story for you, and I would recommend that you not read it. Especially if all you wish to do is comment on how much you think Mpreg is disgusting and wrong. If you have anything against this story, you can note me. I would prefer not to have comments that do nothing but start flame wars.
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The annual snow fall had come early this year, covering the ground of the Junk Yard, that was home to the Jellicles, in a white blanket of winter beauty. Spirits were high, as all Jellicles new that once the snow fall began, Christmas time was right around the corner, and preparations for the grand Christmas Feast were to begin. And, so for the first week of snow fall, they did. All of the Jellicles, both young and old, worked together to gather mismatched strands of garland and lights to illuminate the mounds of garbage around the Junk Yard. But, even though there should've been more anticipation over the festivities, there was much more clamour and gossip floating around about a certain tuxedo cat and his mate, whom had both made big names of themselves at the previous Jellicle Ball.

Mistoffelees, the young tux whom had caused quite a stir amongst all of the Jellicles a year ago, was just as excited, if not more, as all of the other Jellicles who were aiding in the preparations for the big feast. The only difference was that he was not able to contribute or help any way, because his mate, the Rum Tum Tugger, warned against it, especially in his delicate condition. And, Mistoffelees knew that his concerned mate was right, because it probably wasn't smart to be up and about all day while he, according to Jenny and Jellylorum, the two medical cats of the tribe, was carrying a litter of at least three kittens.

He had found out about his pregnancy about eight and a half months ago, only two months after giving birth to his first litter. Both Tugger and himself were ecstatic, but, as with their last litter, were worried about how the rest of the tribe would react to the news. Everyone that was direct family to them, Munkustrap, Demeter, Bombalurina, Mungojerrie, Rumpleteazer, Victoria, Plato, and Old Deuteronomy, were, without any question, thrilled about the news, but other members were somewhat indifferent. Misto was only happy that they had been accepted back into the tribe after all of the chaos that they had caused in the past year.

The memories returned to him, having haunting him ever since. He remembered the dark and dank dampness of the basement that he had woken up in, his fur soaked in what he only hoped was water. At that time, he was about two days overdue with his first litter, and Macavity, his birth father, had sought to find him, take his kittens, and raise them to be evil like he was. He didn't remember anything of the previous night except going to the bathroom, and then he was in this basement.

He let out a small whimper as he felt the kittens begin kicking, hoping that he wouldn't go into labour before he was found. He got to all fours, unable to see or hear anything, except faint rays of light coming from a crack in the ceiling, and laughter coming from who he could only assume was Macavity and a few of his thugs. He grunted, forcing himself into a standing position while his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He could make out a bowl of water on the floor, a stairway leading to a closed door, and now he was finally able to smell what the substance he woke up in was. Gasoline.

He automatically went into a panic, waddling back and forth, through the room, trying to find some way, some how that he could get out of the room. While he was waddling back and forth, he slipped and fell back into the puddle of gasoline, landing hard on his back and letting out a pained scream. The noise up above him automatically stopped. He then heard the familiar footsteps of Macavity approaching. His heart began pounding, and the kittens began kicking him like mad, in response to his anxiety. The door opened, letting in just enough light to see the form of Macavity standing in the doorway. Mistoffelees felt himself tense, a strong, cramping pain coursing through his body as the larger tom approached him. Misto let out a pain filled moan as the pain he was feeling, combined with the pain he felt in his back, reached it's peak, Macavity's facial expression turning into a maniacal grin when he saw the manner in which his son was behaving.

"Relax now, Mistoffelees. We wouldn't want you going into labour, just now would we. We still have two nights until the full moon." He said, placing a paw on his son's contracting stomach, feeling the movement of his grandchildren. Misto automatically hissed, clawing at his father.

"Stay the hell away from my kittens." He yelled, trying not to groan out in pain as he felt another contraction starting. "Tugger... A-and... Munkustrap will..." He panted, rubbing his stomach in small circles in order to relieve the pressure he was beginning to feel in his pelvis.

"Oh... Those two. I don't think we'll have to worry about them." He whispered, chuckling softly, sensing how fast his son's labour was already progressing. He took the smaller tux into his arms and began carrying him upstairs. Mistoffelees had nothing he could do to protect himself. His paws were clutching his contracting stomach in a protective manner, and he couldn't feel his legs from when he had slipped in the gasoline in the basement.

"What... What have you... done to them?" Misto asked, struggling to catch his breath almost every minute, he was experiencing a contraction. He could do nothing but allow his father to carry him upstairs, passed all of the curious glances from his thugs, having not thought it possible that he could actually be pregnant, and upstairs into a bedroom that looked as if it had been prepared especially for someone to give birth in it.

Mistoffelees groaned as Macavity laid him on the dust covered bed and spread his legs open. He grunted in pain as his contractions continued, nothing that he could do to get out of this situation. The unbearable pressure in his pelvis wasn't helping any either. He watched as Macavity walked around to the foot of the bed, and looked right between his legs.

"Well now, it looks as if you're just about ready." He said, an evil grin spreading across his face. Misto panted softly, another contraction coursing through his already, sore body. He knew that Macavity would not get his paws on any of his kittens as long as his water didn't break any time soon. He only hoped that Tugger and Munkustrap would hurry.

Mistoffelees' ears perked in shock when he felt Macavity spreading his legs further apart trying to say something in protest. Macavity shook his head, telling the tux to remain silent. Misto began panicking when he began feeling Macavity put one of his talon-like claws in his opening where the kittens would come out of. He winced as the claw went deeper and deeper into him until he felt it poking gently around in the area of his pelvis where he was feeling a large amount of pressure.

"Wait.. W-what the hell are you-" He gasped as he felt and heard a small pop, the pressure automatically leaving his pelvis as a large gush of fluids came from his opening, soaking the bed he laid on as well as the fur on the inside of his thighs.

"There we are. Now, it shouldn't be too long." Macavity said, winking at his son before leaving the room and returning downstairs, not caring in the least that he had just had his claws inside of his son's opening and literally, forced his waters to break. All Misto could do was moan as he felt another contraction, this one accompanied by a large amount of pressure and a strong sensation that told him it was definitely time to push.

"No..." Misto whispered, hissing in his effort to fight against his body's natural instincts. He could feel his first kitten coming through his birth canal quickly, and within two minutes was stinging at his opening, as the head began to crown, causing Misto  to scream in agony.

He wondered why Macavity had not come back up. He didn't complain, but he didn't want to be alone while he went through this. He gasped as he heard a commotion downstairs. Loud hisses and meows, followed by crashing against the walls and furniture downstairs.

"Tugger?" Misto called out, groaning as another contraction forced the kitten further out of his opening. He listened for a response, but instead he began hearing footsteps coming upstairs. Misto shouted in relief when Tugger came into the room, a look of shock and concern on his face as he ran to his mate's side, licking his face with relief, love, and passion.

"Misto... Misto, my Misto... Are you alright?" He asked, looking down at his mate's stomach as it contracted, resulting in a scream from Mistoffelees and the first kitten's head coming completely out, letting out a soft 'mew'. Tugger automatically rushed to the foot of the bed, looking between Misto's legs and almost passing out on the spot when he saw the head of a young queen emerging from the tux's opening. Munkustrap entered the room at that moment, and looked at the two with shock in his eyes.

"Munku... Please, can you help Misto deliver the kittens? I need to stay near him." He pleaded to his older brother, who immediately ran next to Tugger and kneeling down in front of the labouring Mistoffelees while Tugger ran to be beside Misto, allowing the tux to squeeze his hand while he delivered the kittens.

"Ok, Misto... On the next contraction-" Munkustrap tried to say. Misto had already began pushing through the current contraction he was feeling, screaming as the kitten came the rest of the way out into Munkustrap's paws.

"It's a queen, you two." Munkustrap said, beginning to lick his little niece clean. Mistoffelees smiled, trying his best to remain concious. He smiled before passing out in Tugger's arm, the rest of the kittens not born yet.

"Misto..." Tugger said, trying to awaken his mate. He checked the young tux's pulse, not getting anything in response.

"M-M-Munku! I need you to pull the rest of the kittens out as they come with the contractions, I need to get Misto breathing again." He said, tears pouring down his face, not willing to believe that he was losing Misto, the one he loved. He began performing CPR, hoping to get the tux's heart pumping again.

"Come one Misto, please... Don't leave me." He pleaded, kissing Misto's cheek as he continued to do CPR. "Misto... Come on Misto, Please." He continued getting no response. "Misto! Misto!! Misto!!!" He shouted in sorrow.

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"Misto." The sound of Tugger's voice jolted him from his thoughts, relieved that that was all a long time ago, and would hopefully never happen again. He smiled when he saw Tugger standing behind him, their five, healthy and beautiful children, Elora, Greladain, Thaddeus, Tobaias, and Aberdeen, standing around them.

"Come on mommy, it's snowing." They cried out in unison, each of them pulling at their mother, Mistoffelees, who was now a week from his expected due date.

"Alright, alright." He laughed, waddling outside with the rest of his family, Tugger walking beside him.

"Still having nightmares?" Tugger whispered, able to sense what Misto was thinking.

"More like day-mares..." Misto responded, leaning his head against the larger tom's shoulder, trying his best to not cry in front of the young toms and queens.

"It's alright... That's all over now. Now, it's just you, me, and our children." He said, opening the door to allow Misto and the kittens out into the snowy Junk Yard.

TO BE CONTINUED