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The air in the school’s west wing supply closet was thick with the ghosts of old chalk dust, industrial cleaner. It was a narrow space, shelves crammed with reams of paper and boxes of dried-out markers. A single, grime-fogged window high on the wall let in a sickly parallelogram of afternoon light.
In the center of this forgotten space, Kylar waited. He stood with his back against a shelf of crumbling textbooks, the spines digging into his shoulder blades. Kylar’s hands were clenched at his sides, fingers twisting in the worn fabric of his oversized school blazer.
The petite boy was breathing fast. Too fast. Shallow sips of the stale air made the prominent swell of his belly press against the seams of his shirt with each breath.
His pregnancy was a revolution happening inside his small, neglected body. At two months, the curve was profound. It was a taut, hard dome that seemed to belong on someone twice his size. It strained the seams of his only pair of adjustable school shorts and pushed against his organs. It was a constant, heavy reminder of the man who knocked him up in the first place. Of his latest obsession, who had lifted him in his arms as Kylar took the other’s girth.
That very man was one of the school’s delinquents - Bleddyn.
Bleddyn was everything Kylar wasn’t. He was tall , and had lanky strength that spoke of casual fights won and fences scaled. His long, brown hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, with strands that perpetually escaped the band. His bangs framed his face in a way that was all sharp angles. That wasn’t even mentioning his sharp, predatory green eyes, and the pair of wolf ears that twitched atop his head. It matched perfectly with the lazy swish of his grey-brown tail.
He was aloof, and rebellious in a way that seemed innate rather than performative. He skipped classes not for attention, but because he found them genuinely boring. In a way, Bleddyn was popular in a rough-edged sense. He was often surrounded by other delinquents and hangers-on who were drawn to his casual confidence. The hint of danger clung to him like the scent of cheap smoke.
Bleddyn, who carried him as if he weighed nothing but a mere bookbag. Someone who threw Kylar’s legs over his shoulders, and fucked him raw against the wall of his room in the orphanage once he had invited the lone boy over to study.
Well, at least, that was what Bleddyn had planned. One thing was quick to change into another. Briefly focused expressions were quick to change into casual, flirtatious remarks. Remarks, which turned into teasing. Which quickly traversed to their tongues meshing against one another as Bleddyn harshly began taking off Kylar’s sweater.
Bleddyn’s cock was as large as the rest of him. It was thick and heavy, and was tipped with the intimidating bulge of a canine knot. He had knotted Kylar that night, locking them together for what felt like an eternity. His cock had pumped Kylar full of seed , all while he sobbed and clutched at his leather jacket.
Just thinking about his special one and that one sexual encounter made Kylar’s cunt wet itself further.
Kylar’s hormones were always a riot. A constant, humming static of need had replaced the baseline level of creepy obsession that usually occupied his mind. He had crawled through Bleddyn’s window to jerk himself off over the wolf-man’s sleeping form. Sometimes, he’d even jerk his idol off in his sleep if Bleddyn was exhausted enough.
But, it wasn't just about watching from the shadows anymore. It wasn’t about shyly walking from each class with the rebellious man, who dragged Kylar around to impulsively fuck up any lecture he could. Instead, it was a physical ache. A desperate, empty throbbing deep in his cunt that echoed the new, fluttering movements within his womb.
The baby kicked softly against his ribs. Rather than wonder and warmth felt by new parents, it sent a jolt of pure, undiluted lust straight to Kylar’s core. It made his already-damp underwear stick to him. Ever since Bleddyn knotted him that one time, Kylar was always wet now. That persistent, embarrassing slickness that was just another part of his new, desperate reality.
His thoughts were quick to dissipate as he heard footsteps approach the door. It wasn’t the quick, light steps of a teacher, or the shuffling gait of another student. These footsteps were slow and deliberate. A confident saunter that paused right outside the closet door.
Kylar’s breath hitched. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic counter-rhythm to the baby’s gentle kicks. The door handle turned. It wasn’t locked; this closet was too insignificant to warrant a lock.
In the blink of an eye, the door swung inward, and Bleddyn filled the frame.
Kylar watched as he ducked his head slightly to clear the doorway. How his lime-green eyes scanned the dim closet and passed over the shelves, before landing on Kylar. There was no surprise in his sharp gaze. Just a slow, dawning recognition, followed by a flicker of something else. Annoyance, maybe? Or, perhaps it was amusement. Either way, Bleddyn tilted his head. His wolf ears twitched forward, then flattened slightly against his head.
“The fuck are you doing in here, weirdo?” Bleddyn’s voice was a low rumble, laced with a small but breathy chuckle. The way his smile changed into a light smirk made Kylar’s heart stammer within his chest.
The taller of the two made no move to come further in. His nose faintly twitched as he sniffed the air. “Smells like mildew in here. And… you.”
Kylar didn’t speak. He couldn’t. Just the mere sight of the wolf-boy had made any way of words become burned away. His need for Bleddyn was urgent. He needed to have the other’s dick inside him. To fill him the same way that it had before.
Immediately, Kylar acted. His hands flew to his school shirt. He grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and yanked it up, bunching it under his chin. His pale stomach was exposed, the skin stretched shiny and tight over the hard swell.
“Shit, Kylar. What’re you doing–?” Bleddyn was quick to protest, a faint blush dusting across his cheeks. It was quick to die on his lips as he looked at the large bump on his stomach, and the faint movement he could see from underneath Kylar’s skin.
But, Kylar wasn’t finished. Trembling violently, his hands went up to his chest. He pushed up the (now constricting) sports bra he wore. His pecs were fuller. Swollen. And on his dark, puffy areolas of his nipples, a distinct, pearly bead of moisture glistened in the dusty light.
Kylar was lactating. So soon. So early on in his pregnancy, he was already producing milk. He didn’t waste any time as he grabbed Bleddyn’s right hand with his own, and placed it upon the bulge on his stomach.
The silence within the closet weighed heavily for a moment. Much heavier than the dust that resided in the small room. Then, there was a kick. A small, brief kick from Kylar’s womb.
Kylar watched Bleddyn’s face, his own expression one of desperate, unsettling intensity.
His green eyes were wide and desperate, as if he was waiting for a response.
“D-Did you feel it? Our baby?” Kylar asked in a hushed murmur. There was a pitchy giggle that fell from his lips. Something teetering on obsession and utter insanity. “It’s kicking be-becuase… it wants its daddy.”
The noir-haired boy licked his lips not-so-subtly. “A-And I want daddy, too..~.”
Bleddyn stared. His cocky smirk was gone, replaced by a look of stunned horror. Those lime green eyes of his widened as they flickered from the swollen curve of Kylar's belly, to the pearly droplets beading on those darkened nipples. The closet's dim light caught the sheen, making it look almost obscene against Kylar's pale, unkempt skin.
His hand, still pressed to the bump by Kylar's insistent grip, felt the faint tremor of another kick.
"Our... baby?" Bleddyn echoed, his voice rough. It was caught between disbelief and fear. This wasn’t what he had intended; there was no way that the two of them could be parents so soon. Just when Bleddyn was coming around to Kylar, too. In some way, the odd, skittish boy had awoken a softer spot in Bleddyn’s heart. He had begun to see Kylar as someone to defend rather than hunt for with humiliation. Why, of all times, did he have to deal with this now?
Bleddyn tried to pull back, but Kylar's fingers dug in. His nails bit into his wrist as the other hand he had reached over to pull the brunette closer. The door to the closet swung shut. Neither party made any move to lock it.
The smaller boy’s breath came in hot, uneven puffs. It carried the faint, sour tang of unwashed clothes and desperation. Bleddyn's nose twitched once more. His wolf senses had picked up the musky undercurrent of arousal slicking between Kylar's thighs. It mingled with the stale dust of the closet.
Kylar's green eyes almost mirrored Bleddyn’s. Yet, they were wilder. They had seemingly grown more fractured as his eyes locked onto him. That pitchy giggle bubbled up again, slicing through the tension like a jagged knife.
"Yeah, Daddy~." Kylar whispered, leaning closer to the taller man. His swollen chest brushed against Bleddyn's arm, smearing a warm droplet across the sleeve of Bleddyn's rumpled school shirt. It left a damp spot that soaked into the fabric slowly. "I-I think it wants a twin..! Maybe a twin sister…” Kylar breathed in heavily, only for a soft moan to leave his lips. “Why don’t we give it one~?”
Bleddyn's tail flicked irritably behind him, the soft fur brushing against a stack of forgotten supplies. His ears flattened slightly, a low growl rumbling in his chest. The sound wasn’t quite aggressive, but enough to show his unease. Bleddyn was used to calling the shots. To being the one who dragged willing partners into these hidden corners for a quick, impulsive fuck.
Not once was it like this. Not with Kylar, either. "Kylar, back off." He grunted, trying to inject that same, familiar aloof edge into his tone. "It ain't the time or place for this. Someone’s gonna hear us, dumbass."
Kylar didn't back off. If anything, he pressed forward, his petite frame belying a surprising strength. His left hand shot up, and grabbed a fistful of Bleddyn's ponytail. Kylar yanks his head down to force their faces inches apart. Bleddyn's height advantage meant nothing in the cramped space. Instead, Kylar's desperation leveled the field.
"You don't get to say no." Kylar hissed, his voice dropping to an intimate murmur that sent a shiver down Bleddyn's spine. "Not after you knotted me. No-Not after you blessed me with our child.”
Kylar pulled his face closer to Bleddyn’s, their lips inches apart. “This baby is ours. And you’re mine~.”
The words hung heavy. Kylar’s possessive edge made Bleddyn's stomach twist. He'd heard the rumors about Kylar before. The way he'd linger outside the locker rooms, and snatched discarded socks or shirts. He’d heard the faint, unsettling stories of shadows in the orphanage halls.
But Bleddyn had always brushed it off, too caught up in his own rebellious haze to care. Plus, he had begun giving Kylar the benefit of the doubt. In some twisted way, Kylar presented as someone almost normal in his god-forsaken town.
Now, with Kylar's belly pressing against him, reality crashed in. This wasn't some casual hookup gone wrong. It was a claim. A vow etched into flesh and fluid.
Without warning, Kylar's lips crashed against Bleddyn's. Teeth clashed against the other’s canines, as Kylar’s tongue shoved into his without preamble. Bleddyn grunted, his hands coming up instinctively to push at Kylar's shoulders. Yet, Kylar was relentless, and began to grind his hips forward. The friction dragged Kylar's soaked pants against Bleddyn's thigh, the wet heat seeping through fabric.
Bleddyn could smell Kylar’s slick more clearly now. His wolf instincts stirred within despite himself. It had been a primal pull, the one that made his cock twitch in his school shorts.
"F-Fuck, Kylar, stop!" Bleddyn managed to say between nips. Rather than listen, Kylar swallowed the word. His hand released Bleddyn’s ponytail, only to slide down among his body.
His free hand began palming Bleddyn's crotch with rough insistence. Fingers squeezed around the growing bulge, tracing the outline of that thick, knotted length straining against fabric.
Bleddyn's breath hitched, a betraying growl escaping as his body responded. His hips bucked once before he caught himself.
"See? You want it too..!" Kylar panted, pulling back just enough to smirk at Bleddyn. That unsettling, lopsided grin that didn't reach his eyes. His own arousal was as clear as day, the dark stain of slick spreading on his pants.
Like a predator who'd finally cornered prey. Kylar's other hand guided Bleddyn's palm higher, pressing it firmly against one swollen pec. The skin was hot, and as Bleddyn's fingers flexed involuntarily, a fresh bead of milk welled up, trickling down in a slow rivulet.
The shorter boy’s grin grew wider, the smile etched in perversion. "T-Taste it, Daddy..~." Kylar ordered, his voice breathy but commanding. He reached up to pinch his own nipple, and squeezed out more of the creamy liquid.
He let the milk drip onto Bleddyn's hand. The scent hit quickly. It smelled terribly sweet, and faintly nutty. Bleddyn stared as Kylar lifted his fingers to his own mouth first. He licked them clean instantly with a deliberate slurp. "Suck it, Daddy~. Drink from me just like the baby."
Bleddyn's mind reeled, his cocky nature cracking under the weight of the scene. He wasn't gentle when it came to sex. Hell, he'd pinned down plenty in these closets, rutting with wolfish abandon. This situation felt terribly off. Like Kylar was pulling strings he didn't even know existed. Still, his body betrayed him, his cock throbbing fully now from beneath his school shorts. As for his knot, it was at the base, swelling with need.
"You're fucking crazy." He muttered, yet his voice lacked any sign of conviction.
Kylar's hand on his bulge tightened, stroking through the fabric in slow, coercive pulls. "Crazy for you~." Kylar replied, his green hues glazing with lust.
Without any sort of struggle, he shoved Bleddyn back against the wall. Despite the height difference that they shared, Kylar's momentum carried him. He began climbing up Bleddyn's frame like a feral animal. His legs wrapped around his waist, that pregnant belly of his slotting against Bleddyn's abs. Any kicks the baby made were now a rhythmic thump against his skin
Kylar's head leaned down, as his mouth found Bleddyn's neck. Immediately, Kylar began to suck hard. His teeth grazed the pulse point. This, surely, would leave a bruise. Bleddyn's hands gripped Kylar's ass on reflex, fingers digging into the soft, yielding flesh through damp pants. He could feel the heat radiating from Kylar's cunt. The way it clenched emptily against his thigh as the smaller guy ground down on him.
A low whine escaped Kylar, muffled against Bleddyn's skin. One of his hands was fumbling with Bleddyn's belt, yanking it open with clumsy urgency. The fabric rasped down. Frantically, Kylar's hand dove in, wrapping around the thick shaft. He then began stroking Bleddyn’s cock from base to tip with a grip that bordered on painful.
"F-Fuck, you're so big..~" Kylar moaned, his voice cracking with need. Pre-cum slicked his palm, mixing with the sweat on Bleddyn's skin. He pumped harder, thumb circling the sensitive head, coaxing out more beads that he smeared down the length. Bleddyn's tail lashed, ears perking as a growl built in his throat. He hated how good it felt. How Kylar's creepy intensity twisted into something intoxicating.
With a shove, Kylar dropped back, and dragged Bleddyn down with him onto the dusty floor. The smaller boy straddled his chest, his knees pinning Bleddyn's arms. His pregnant, heavy belly hovering over the wolf-boy like a threat.
Kylar peeled off his sports bra fully, tossing it aside, revealing the full swell of his chest. It was fuller than before. His veins were faintly visible under stretched skin, his nipples erect and leaking steadily. Milk dribbled in thin streams, pooling in the dip of his sternum.
"Nghh! Open up~!" Kylar demanded, a giggle slipping from his lips. He reached his hand over the other’s face, and grabbed Bleddyn's jaw, forcing his mouth agape. The shorter boy leaned forward, guiding one nipple to Bleddyn's lips. The first drop hit the brunette’s tongue. Kylar's milk was hot and sweet, with an underlying tang that made Bleddyn's dick pulsate. He tried to turn away, but Kylar's grip tightened, and shoved the swollen bud past his teeth. "Mmn~. Suck. Now."
Reluctantly, Bleddyn's lips closed around the nipple. His tongue flicked out on instinct as he lapped up the liquid. The milk flowed freer than before, a steady gush as he suckled on Kylar’s tit. The flavor was flooding his mouth with each gulp.
Kylar's moans filled the closet as his body arched, the boy’s hand still working Bleddyn's cock in firm strokes. "H-Haah~! Just like that..!" Kylar gasped, his hips rocking as he tried to force his nipple further in Bleddyn’s mouth. His own pants tented with arousal as the kicks in his belly intensified.
Bleddyn's resistance crumbled under the onslaught. The taste of his milk. The warmth of their bodies. The way Kylar's cunt wept against his abdomen. It ignited an ever familiar impulsive fire in him. Bleddyn sucked harder, his teeth grazing the areola. This way, it drew out more milk in greedy pulls.
His hands broke free, one sliding up to knead the other pec, pinching the nipple. Kylar’s milk sprayed in fine arcs, splattering his shirt. As for Kylar himself, he whimpered much louder. “Mm-Mmmn~! G-Good boy..~. Ngh..~”
His strokes on Bleddyn's dick faltered as pleasure overtook him. "Such a good d-daddy already~." Kylar purred, and released Bleddyn's jaw. He tangled his fingers in Bleddyn’s ponytail again, pulling his head back for a messy kiss. Milk smeared between their mouths, the flavour remaining sweet and sticky. Bleddyn growled into it, tongue delving deep into Kylar’s to try and claim back some control. His free hand yanked at Kylar's shorts, and shoved them down over the curve of his ass. The slick folds of his cunt were now exposed. He could see the puffy, dripping pussy, with the dark hair matted with arousal and neglect.
Kylar shivered as cool air hit his skin, but he didn't stop. He shifted back, and aligned himself over Bleddyn's cock. “Y-You already fill me so good~. Do it again…~.” He whined as Bleddyn’s thick head nudged against his entrance. "I-I’m –haaah~ - gonna take you all again..!" He murmured feverishly. Without waiting for a response, he sank down, impaling himself in one forceful drop.
The stretch burned so damn good. Kylar's walls clenched around the other’s girth without issue. A guttural moan tore from his throat as the knot bumped against his pussy’s lips.
Bleddy’s hips bucked up, his hands clamping on Kylar's hips almost instinctively. The stronger boy’s fingers bruised the pale flesh by how hard he had clamped onto Kylar’s body.
“You… You’re so much weirder when you’re – nghh~ – pregnant.” Bleddyn grumbled out, his hips thrusting up once more to push his length inside him. Then, he thrusted again, and again. Slowly, he was developing a rhythm between their bodies. “Y-You want me to knot you so – mnngh – bad. Don’t you…~?”
Kylar’s belly bounced with each thrust, the weight of it pressing down onto Bleddyn, thus making every movement more intense. His milk continued to leak, dripping onto Bleddyn's chest as he rode on his dick. "Nggh~ Y-Yes.~! Knot me, daddy." Kylar demanded, his nails raking down Bleddyn's shirt. "Fuck me – h-haaah~, haahh~ - like you mean it..."
The words spurred something feral within Bleddyn. As if they were trigger words for a sleeper agent. Or, for him to move into something more possessive. Without giving Kylar time to comment, he flipped the both of them with a snarl. Bleddyn pinned Kylar beneath him on the gritty floor, his legs splayed wide. His pronounced belly rose like a hill between them. Immediately, he thrust deep, his cock slamming into the hilt on Kylar’s pussy. His knot grinded against Kylar's clit with each heavy, persistent drive.
Sweat slicked their bodies, which mixed with milk and slick. Bleddyn leaned down, and latched his lips onto Kylar’s other nipple now. He sucked voraciously on the skin as he fucked the gasping boy harder. Milk flooded his mouth once again, and spilled down his chin. Beneath him, Kylar writhed, his cunt spasming around the invading length. His hands clutched at Bleddyn's back, pulling him closer. "G-Good doggy..~! S-Such a good – ngaah~ – doggy..~!" Kylar gasped in praise as Bleddyn’s dick pounded into him.
Bleddyn snarled as his knot began to swell. It was catching at the rim with each withdrawal of his cock. Lifting his head, the wolf-boy spoke. “You feel that? I’m – hgnhh~ – ‘bout to knot ‘ya.” Bleddyn grunted, his breath just as hot as Kylar’s. “I’ll fill ‘ya with another brat. You’d – haah – like that, huh~? Little bitch..~”
Kylar’s head fell back on the floor, his arms wrapping tighter around Bleddyn’s body. Louder, more desperate whines tore from his lips. “Pl-Please! I-I can take – mmn~ – take it..!” The noirette squealed in pleasure. His world narrowed to the feeling of being split open and filled over and over. The baby kicked furiously inside him, a frantic drumbeat against his ribs that only amplified the sensations. It was a maddening feedback loop of internal movement.
Immediately, Bleddyn forced his knot inside Kylar with a brutal snap of his hips. Kylar, who screamed out within the confines of the closet as the tie locked them together.
One of Bleddyn’s hands snapped over the boy's lips, concealing his muffled screams behind a makeshift gag.
Cum erupted in hot spurts, flooding Kylar's cunt. Any excess cum had flooded the walls of his puffy pussy. Kylar's own release hit right after, his walls milking every drop of cum as his belly tightened from the force of it. Another kick fluttering against Bleddyn's abdomen, as if in approval.
Kylar’s eyes gleamed up at him, that unsettling smile returning. "S-See? You can't leave us now..~" he whispered, one hand stroking his bump possessively. Bleddyn's tail drooped as a mix of satisfaction and dread settled in his gut. He had filled Kylar with his seed once more – and from the looks of it, quite successfully too. As his knot slowly began to deflate, the lunch bell rang in the distance. Neither of their bodies moved as Kylar traced lazy patterns across Bleddyn’s back.
It wasn’t over, however. As Kylar shifted and pushed Bleddyn onto his back again, the wolf-boy questioned if it would ever be over. His chest heaved, more milk leaking from abused nipples, He straddled Bleddyn's hips once more, and grinded against the partially erect cock. "A-Again..~" He demanded, his voice becoming as husky as it could be. "I need more. The baby needs more..~"
Bleddyn groaned, his body stirring as the body above him rubbed his cunt against his form. He had always had an impulsive steak when it came to, well, practically anything. This was nothing different. With a grunt, he grabbed Kylar's waist once more, and flipped him onto all fours despite his belly's awkward bulk. The position made Kylar's ass jut out, and his gaping cunt. The sight of their mixed cum trickling down his thighs made the wolf boy growl in a low, almost possessive tone. “Fuck, you look so much better like that.” He grumbled as he mounted Kylar from behind. The older boy’s ears perked up, his tail curling possessively around Kylar's right leg. “Filled - mnngh~ – with my cum in your cunt~.”
This time, when Bleddyn thrusted his cock inside Kylar’s pussy, it was rougher. More animalistic. Bleddyn's hands roamed over Kylar’s body, with one sliding under him to squeeze a leaking breast. Milk squirted onto the floor in rhythmic pulses with each slap of skin. Kylar pushed back, meeting every driving thrust. “Pl-Please…~ Make me your bitch..~!” He pleaded, his moans becoming pitchier with each inch he took. “F-Fill me – haah~ – up again..!”
The closet filled with the wet sounds of sex, the floor beneath them creaking under their shared weight. This time, Bleddyn’s knot had swelled faster during the round. It tied the two of them in a frenzy of claws and teeth. Only this time, Kylar came first. “F_Fuck, Bleddyn..~!” He called out, his voice whimpering Bleddyn's name like a prayer. As his body shuddered, Bleddyn followed suit, and pumped another load of his semen deep within Kylar. He could hear the sound of dribbling cum soaking the dusty floor, and Kylar’s thighs in turn.
Whether it was Kylar’s pregnant state, or a lack of libido on Bleddyn’s side, the two collapsed in an exhausted tangle, Bleddyn's length pulled out of the boy’s hole, as his arms wrapped around the pregnant swell almost protectively. Kylar weakly nuzzled into his neck, his possessiveness sated for the moment.
“We can be a… a family. Forever.” He whispered, the short boy’s voice shaking as he uttered the final word. One of his own hands brushed over his baby bump, and landed over Bleddyn’s. Weakly, he joined their hands together. The sound of the other boy’s tail thumping on the floor made him smile. “You’d like that… right? A real family. Something of ours, and… no one else~.”
Bleddyn grumbled as his arms tightened around Kylar and the baby. His baby. Their baby.
“... Mmf. Doesn’t sound that bad…” He muttered in response as he rested his head against Kylar’s. “Family sounds nice…” He added quietly. What remained of his cocky aloofness was masking the pull he felt towards Kylar.
Kylar, and a promise of a family. Something that he could have of his own. That he could have without requisite nor deadline. In a way, the wolf boy had claimed territory, and Kylar's obsession was the fence around it.
Like a silent agreement, Bleddyn curled his tail around Kylar.
The shorter boy – shorter lover – giggled softly, and lifted his head to kiss Bleddyn’s chin. “I knew you’d come around…~.” He whispered, a sleepy yet giddy smile stretching across his lips. “I love you, daddy~.”