Daughter Of The Revolution: Aha. I wrote another story, yay! Well here's the reason: I wanted SMUT! My "Promised to Me" is taking its sweet time getting to the goods so I thought of this little oneshot to satisfy my fangirl needs. And, well, it possibly turned into a longshot so I broke it up into a few chapters. I wrote this in my free time and thought I might as well upload it. Hope you enjoy it!

WARNING!

Language

Breast-feedin' Mamas

Accidental necrophilia

MPreg (come on, it's Omegaverse so it's bound to have it)

Sex in front of babies

And, of course . . . male on male action!

Fucking fuck.

How did this happen? Alfred's asked himself this over and over for a hundred times each day and every time he's come to the same conclusion of the answer to his ongoing-ly chanted question: Mother Nature is a bitch.

The rolling, the scooting, the kicking, the punching, the squeezing of his intestines as they were pressed into his ribcage to make room; Alfred couldn't stand it. Why? Because he was an Alpha, not some Omega who was built for occurrences like this. Yet there he was: Alfred F. Jones; handsome and strong Eagle Alpha that Omegas and Betas alike threw themselves at; he was renowned mostly for the potency of his seed, as of now he was the proud sire to 48 chicks, their mothers a variety of Omegas and Betas—most of the children shared one mother each, well, except for the multiples and a few favorites—Alfred prided himself in banging that many women—a few were males, but the majority of partners being the opposite gender which he preferred—yet all that pride washed away every time he felt his insides shift and churn . . .

He, Alfred F. Jones, handsome and strong Eagle Alpha was impregnated.

It was embarrassing beyond words and because of this Alfred became a recluse. He was normally the social butterfly; he'd always have some companion of sorts whether for conversation or sexual satisfaction, there was always someone. He didn't do well by himself and that was the reason for his sought out companionship. No doubt his relatives wondered about his whereabouts but how could he face them like this? There was just no way in hell he could.

As the months dragged on and swelled, Alfred began waking up in the middle of the nights drenched in sweat. He's even been having nightmares of the dreaded day; visions of it getting stuck, and visions of never ending little ones; visions of it never coming out and growing until he exploded. Each ended in his demise. He had a right to be afraid; no Alpha has ever been impregnated before. Betas were the closest to an Alpha in fertilization terms. A dominant Beta rarely ever gets pregnant whereas a submissive Beta can almost as often as Omegas. Omegas were the only subdivision of the race that had the ability to carry very well.

If only he knew someone who shared his predicament then he could get advice and perhaps not lay awake at night fearing for his life.

Wait! He did know someone. Albeit they were a dominant Beta, Alfred decided they were close enough to an Alpha to take advice from. After all, a pregnancy occurring in dominant Betas was next to zero for them as well. But he just so happened to know a cute little Fox Beta whose mate was a dominant Cat Beta and a few years ago had come down with the symptom of pregnancy.

"Why are you wearing a jacket, Alfred? It's over a hundred degrees outside," Kiku informed, looking quite concerned for the sweating and panting young Alpha's health.

"Because it's hip! Now answer the question," Alfred demanded as he took up a plate that one of Kiku's kits had been eating off of and began fanning himself to get some sort of cool relief from the heat as he sat outside on the Fox Beta's front porch, but it was no use, even the fanned air was hot. So, Alfred got up with a huff and nearly rolled over from heat stroke.

Kiku, who had always been a dear friend of Alfred's ever since he was younger looked on in concern before turning to his mate and motioning for him to answer the poor boy. Kiku's mate, a dominant Beta with olive-green eyes nodded and turned his gaze toward the two kittens playing in the yard with the rest of their half-siblings that he had birthed from his body.

"It was strange how it happened," he said with a low and long drawn-out tone leaving Alfred wondering how long it'd take for him to get the rest of his questions in. "I was coming home with food for Kiku because he was expecting and had wanted some frozen melons. It wasn't even the Heat Season and yet I ran into a prowling Alpha. He was a Cat Alpha, like me, and at first I thought he had mistaken me for an Omega but he made it very clear that he wanted me. When I showed him my status as a dominant Beta he still persisted so I fought him, but I wasn't strong enough to resist a dominant Alpha."

"So you were raped?" Alfred asked. He knew about the kittens, he just never had the guts to ask for the story behind their conception.

"Yes," Hercules answered but then shrugged his shoulders. "But it wasn't that bad. He was quite a good lover."

"How could you say that about someone who forced themselves on you?" Alfred asked in disgusted surprise. No rape was ever a good one.

"I couldn't do anything about it if he wanted me. Alphas are rarely denied anything," Hercules stated. "In fact, it was Kiku who suggested the idea that I had been impregnated."

Alfred turned to the ebony-haired Fox Beta. He nodded. "After experiencing symptoms similar to Hercules after the Alpha was finished with him, I suggested he find a doctor to confirm."

"Kiku was right; I was carrying. There was nothing I could do about it," Hercules said with another shrug before looking at his two kittens who were now rolling around in the yard and laughing their little heads off. He offered a smile for them. "They sometimes cause me trouble especially with the younger being an Alpha but at least they resemble me more."

"Weren't you afraid when giving birth?" Alfred asked, twiddling his thumbs together nervously.

"Not really," Hercules answered. Of course, Kiku's mate was always so relaxed it was no wonder he'd be the same during the birthing process.

"Omegas are built for children, singular or multiple," Kiku recited. "Betas aren't too different though multiples are hard . . . especially for Hercules. He had a hard time with the second kitten while our litter of three was a relatively easy birth. In all honesty it's not good for male Betas to carry too often, especially dominant Betas. The carrying process stretches and wears the body far faster than it does for Omegas. I'm surprised you don't know this. Some of your chicks' mothers are Betas."

"But they're all submissive Betas," Alfred reminded. "Look, I'm coming clean; I'm expecting my 49th and well, you see . . . the mother is a dominant Beta, and a male, and I'm just a little concerned."

"Let the doctors monitor him. They helped me when I was struggling," Hercules encouraged.

Alfred nodded but he made no eye contact. Instead he quietly offered a parting and left. Of course he hadn't had that keen of ears to catch his smart friends' response to his visit and curious questions.

"He's impregnated," Kiku stated before he looked toward his mate.

Hercules nodded in agreement. "I could tell. Unfortunately we, nor Alphas, send out pregnancy pheromones so it is almost impossible to tell without a proper doctor's examination, but the way he was carrying himself and the baggy clothing; all the signs were there."

"But an Alpha?" Kiku questioned. "How did that happen? It's more so impossible than dominant Betas."

"Are you sure?" Hercules questioned. "He's an Eagle Alpha. There was a tale of one Eagle Alpha a long time ago who was said to have gotten impregnated by a Wolf Alpha. The resulting child was an Eagle and his line created the Eagle Alphas today. Alfred, I believe is a distant cousin to most of them. If he's direct then it wouldn't be completely unheard of for this phenomenon to happen again. But it was said that that Eagle Alpha perished during birth, so . . ."

"Then we need to get him to the doctors right away!" Kiku gasped in concern. Hercules nodded in agreement. But since Alfred hid himself from the world it would be near impossible to find him save for a little help from his "family".

Alfred was a good sire. He'd visit ever one of his chicks every month; perhaps have some bonding time with their mothers as well. Each of the beauties had sworn off other partners for him and because of his care for them. It made Alfred happy that they had because he didn't want any of his children to have half-siblings from another sire. He wanted them all to share the same blood and bond from it.

But now look—the exact thing he didn't want he, himself, did. How could he look his little 48 in the eyes now? Running his unsure hand over his round Alfred jumped when he felt it move and kick his palm—or was that a punch? Active little guy.

Alfred had indeed wanted number 49. He had his eyes set on this cute little wolf Omega. He almost wooed him too but right when he was going to claim him as a mating partner a Bear Alpha appeared out of nowhere. He had challenged him for the right to mate the Omega. Alfred hadn't fought for a mate in years. His first ones he had since he was so young but he never lost so of course he'd accept the challenge, but, seemingly, in the midst of the fight the brunette Wolf Omega had fled. Alfred hadn't even realized he was gone.

Alfred still didn't know what exactly happened. He remembered looking for the Omega and suddenly realizing he was gone and then he remembered getting tackled from behind. After which kicks and punches were thrown. Knuckles met jaw and heel met gut and that was it. Alfred honestly didn't remember anything after. He knew they mated and he knew he was the one who was fucked. After waking up with his ass sore and his cock smeared in crusty cum he knew.

It was a little disturbing especially after seeing his ejaculation signifying he enjoyed it. Like hell he would! But it was after that that he grew sick in the mornings and sore all over and found outrageous appetites changing his regular diet. At first he had thought he had contracted a sickness from the bastard but when he first felt it . . . movement . . . he freaked out. He had a nervous breakdown then and there as he came to terms with what it likely was.

It took four months to piece his mental state back together to go and ask Kiku's mate about his experience for some heads up. But it didn't help. He was still concerned and there was no way he'd go to a doctor. They'd know and tell everyone! So he stayed away. Against better judgment he hid himself from the world. Now he regretted it.

He thought he went into labor one day. He was big enough to metaphorically—and possibly physically—"pop" and with the addition that he was hurting down there he just assumed it was it. Nothing came of it though. There was no child—or children—nothing. That incident had nearly given Alfred a heart attack and nothing came.

So he waited . . . and waited . . . and waited.

Nothing.

He continued to grow and grow and grow and grow.

Suddenly that nightmare about the child exploding its way out haunted his slumber. If not that then he was certain he was carrying multiples though he figured he'd feel more movement.

At the peak of his paranoia he had begun to hurt. This time the pain lasts for days upon days. The pain worsened with each passing day. He couldn't eat, he couldn't sleep; he was a mess. The only comfort he found was on his hands and knees. He didn't particularly like the position because it was an Omega position and well . . . he wasn't a damn Omega! But what else could he do? Every other position swelled discomfort in him.

This was it: Doomsday. He felt it coming. He felt it attempting to maneuver out of his body. He had never used those muscles for such a thing and now he wished he had some sort of practice for this kind of circumstance. No. He was completely new to the birthing process and so very afraid.

He, as an Alpha, had never actually seen a birthing. It wasn't an Alpha's place whether they were official mates or just partners to be beside their Beta or Omega as they brought their little ones into the world, so he didn't know how they dealt with it. All he could do was attempt to push it out. He just hurt so bad.

Tears of pain fell from the Alpha's eyes. His fingers dug into the dirt below so forcefully that his talons clogged with dirt. He bit his bottom lip so hard blood trickled down his chin in large quantities. He wouldn't voice his pain. This he swore to save some sense of pride still left in him as an Alpha.

"Come on!" Alfred shouted as his face turned red and then something close to a purple in color. "Get the fuck out!"

For hours he shouted obscurities to no affect. He had thought the child wanted out but nothing came. The night fell and the sun rose and Alfred found himself worn. He had collapsed on the ground, his body drenched in sweat. The following night he had grown to such a temperature that he rid himself of his clothing. He was bare and exhausted but once again he found himself back on his kneecaps and palms and trying to push it out of him.

Fuck pride! Why didn't I go see a doctor? They would have known what to do! I'm going to fucking die because of my idiocy! Alfred inwardly cried out when his throat was too dry to utter another curse.

Six days passed with this ongoing pain and attempting at getting the child out. Alfred thought for sure he'd die. There he was, lying on the ground, all his strength nearly gone. It wasn't natural, what he was doing. The Creator didn't make him for this. So, he was going to die. A long with the damn child who wouldn't come out!

One last time. He'd try one last time.

Getting up on his knees Alfred barely held himself up. With his forehead pressed to the dirt Alfred cried through his clenched teeth. He gasped upon feeling something slip from him and for the first time in days was able to catch his breath. He was surprised he had enough strength to turn around but he had to see it.

Yep. He definitely wasn't having multiples. That baby was huge! The thing had to weigh at least twenty pounds.

After observing the sheer size of the child a weariness crashed over Alfred and he collapsed. In his black-out state he realized he had never checked to see if the child was alive. He never checked which gender it was, or If it was a cub or chick. But it was too late. He couldn't move and it wasn't long before even his mind gave into the darkness surrounding him, encasing him in a numbness.