Ren came home, wasted and high off of lust. He stumbled in the living room and eyed over at Stimpy who was lying on the couch.

"Ren! Y-You're home!" Stimpy said as he sat up and stared at his wasted buddy.
Ren was right next to him and placed his finger on Stimpy's lips. "Shhh…" Ren hushed as he crawled on top of his lover. Stimpy stared, his eyes widening.

"Uhh…R-Ren…?"

Ren roughly leaned down and kissed Stimpy roughly. He pinned Stimpy's arms against the couch and moaned. Stimpy struggled to get out of his grip, fighting and kicking until he eventually gave in. After a few minutes of making out, they went on to go all the way.

Stimpy moaned with extreme pleasure as Ren thrusted in and out of his lover. He knew it was just the alcohol in Ren's system that was making him act like this, but he didn't care. They both needed it. Minutes after, Ren finally orgasmed, and fell back into the couch. Stimpy panted and relaxed in his laying down position.

Everything was silent as they both drifted off to sleep.

Weeks after that incident, life went on like normal for Ren and Stimpy. Everything wasn't as chaotic or insane as they were used to. In fact, they didn't act like themselves as much either. Stimpy was feeling quite strange over the past 4 days. Some days he would be so tried that he would sleep for most of the day. Other days he would be feeling too sick to eat anything. These feelings deeply confused him, until he figured out what was wrong…

It was the start of December, everything felt cold, but the sun was shining outside. It was eerily quiet outside and inside of Ren and Stimpy's house. All you could hear was the wind whipping against trees and the walls.

Stimpy was lying in bed, staring steadily down. He softly rubbed his stomach and his ears went back. It felt firm and was slightly bigger than usual. Stimpy looked over at Ren, who was still asleep. He then looked outside and sighed heavily. Looking back down, he thought to himself, I wonder what Ren will think…That thought crossed his mind continuously and he smiled as he started thinking of the positive.

Ren turned over and yawned, slightly waking up, and then drifting back to sleep. Stimpy, being as caring and nice as he was, pulled the covers over Ren, to make sure he was comfortable. He smiled and looked down.

As the morning dragged on, Stimpy was in the bathroom, staring at his reflection and rubbing his stomach. Ignoring the rough churning in his stomach, he stared down. Stimpy whined softly and bit his lip, unsure of how to tell Ren.

Ren started to wake up. He yawned then moaned softly to himself. It was only 9:12 AM and he was extremely tired. Hesitantly, he got up and stretched out his tiny body. His ears perked up as he heard gagging and retching sounds coming from the bathroom. Quickly, he looked over and saw that Stimpy wasn't there. He was sick again. Ren sighed heavily and crossed his arms. He leaned back and waited.

After 12 agonizing minutes, Stimpy finally came out. He was clutching his stomach and panted softly. His heart skipped a beat as he saw Ren staring at him. He wasn't ready to tell Ren that he was pregnant yet; he was still contemplating about it.

"O-oh….R-Ren…" Stimpy stuttered as he made his way back to bed.

Ren rolled his eyes. "Ok, you've been sick for days… what's wrong?" He asked.

Stimpy sat up in bed and faced Ren. He looked down at his belly and rubbed it. "Well…" he started "I-I…r-remember when… when we had… sex? A few weeks ago?"

Ren scoffed, "God, don't remind me…"

Stimpy's ears went down. "Well...I uhh…." He hesitated and bit his lip. He looked away then back at Ren. "I'm…I'm pregnant…" He said softly and closed his hands together; he tried his best to stay positive and gave him a girly look.

Ren's ears immediately drooped and he stared at Stimpy, shocked at what he just had heard. "W-WHAT!" He yelled. He grinded his teeth and stared at him.

Stimpy scooted over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Ren…i-it's gonna be ok!" He smiled slightly.

Ren swatted his hand away and shook in fear. "NO, STIMPY! IT WON'T BE OK!" He turned away and held his head in his hands.

There was a long silence. Stimpy's ears went down and he closed his hands together.
I-I hope I wasn't too forward…he thought as he looked away. "R-Ren—

"How will we be able to support it…?" Ren interrupted. "We can't even support OURSELVES…" He spoke in a soft and dysfunctional tone.

Stimpy scooted close to him. "Well…w-we always find a way…" He spoke calmly, placing a hand on Ren's back.

Ren had too many emotions flooding around him to even begin to take Stimpy seriously. He growled to himself. All the thoughts and feelings, anger, depression, desperation, and anxiety… they were all getting to him. He sighed heavily.

"Ren…" Stimpy spoke calmly and he softly took Ren's hands and turned him so he could look at his distressed friend. "Just listen to me," He tightened his grip on Ren's hands. "Think about how our lives would be if we did have a baby… It would change everything…!" Stimpy said and smiled at the thought. Ren wasn't moved. "Think about it this way," He continued. "You would have a beautiful son or daughter… who knows, they would even look like you…" He said, seeing Ren's expression change. He continued, "They could even act just like you." Stimpy placed Ren's hands on his firm tummy and held them there.

Ren looked down, thinking about what Stimpy was saying. Maybe it could do them both some good. He started daydreaming about what it could be like. Not realizing that he was now rubbing Stimpy's belly, he perked up slightly and stared at Stimpy.

"I-I guess we can give it a try…" Ren said.

Stimpy smiled and stuck his tongue out. He hugged Ren tightly and purred loudly with happiness. Ren sheepishly hugged him back.