A couple days after Stimpy had told Ren that he was pregnant; there was a different atmosphere in the house. Everything was quiet; they hardly spoke to each other at times. In fact, Ren was out of the house more. He would leave at different hours of the day, but always come back late at night. Stimpy, having his little naive and childlike nature, didn't notice until one night.
He's been up all night waiting for Ren. He glanced at the clock, it was 4 AM. Stimpy but his lip and his ears went down. Ren wasn't out this late, was he? Stimpy's ears twitched and he looked towards the door as he heard the handle turn. He could hear giggling behind it.
"Ren…?" Stimpy forced himself to smile and looked towards the door with happiness.
Ren stumbled into the house, clutching a beer in his hand. Once he was in, he closed to door behind himself and giggled slightly harder. He stared at Stimpy.
Stimpy couldn't believe it. Ren was getting drunk for almost every day now. Was it because of him? Or because of the tension the baby would bring?
"Ren…y-you're—
"D-drunk?" He laughed and stumbled towards the couch. He took one last swig of his nearly empty beer, and then tossed it on the floor, making it shatter. "Yeah, w-what of it?" He slurred.
Stimpy stared at the shattred bottle on the floor. Why was he…?
"Ren… is this what you've been doing all night…? Getting drunk and coming home late?"
Ren growled and pulled Stimpy in by the tuffs of fur on his chest. "WHAT I DO IS NONE O-OF YOU'RE BUISNESS!" Ren yelled in Stimpy's face.
Stimpy stared at him in fear. He cringed at the smell of Ren's breath, it smelled like beer and whiskey.
Ren pushed him roughly into the couch then stumbled upstairs. He slammed the door as he went into their bedroom. Stimpy had tears in his eyes. He didn't know what to do with Ren. He'll need to talk to him when he's sober.
Ren groaned at the shining light that came from the outside window. He turned away and hid his face in his pillows. Stimpy, who was asleep next to him, cuddled up close to Ren. Ren, now awake, pushed Stimpy away.
Hungover, Ren sat up and rubbed his head. He had a major headache as well as an upset stomach. It was his own fault for drinking anyways. He looked over at Stimpy and glared. He turned away and lay back down. Ren stared at the ceiling, trying to remember what the hell had happened last night.
Stimpy yawned and stretched. He looked at Ren and smiled. "Morning, Ren…" he said softly.
"Great, now what do you want?" He glared at Stimpy.
Stimpy didn't want to agitate him. He already knew that he made a big mistake talking to him about it. "S-sorry.. I-I was just saying morning…"
Ren rolled his eyes, not giving a fuck about what else could happen today.
As the day progressed, Ren and Stimpy we're both downstairs, not paying attention to eachother. The only time when Ren would even glance at Stimpy was when he was going through his morning sickness. Ren still wanted to drink today, to block out the negative thoughts of them having a baby, but how could he when he felt this bad? It would only make things worse.
At night, Ren was in the kitchen. He pulled out a couple of beers and some whiskey that he kept hidden from Stimpy. He poured the whiskey into a glass and guzzled it down with little effort.
Stimpy watched quietly. "So…you're still drinking…?"
Ren glared at him. "Yeah, so what?"
"Well… m-maybe you should take it easy… I mean, you were having a really bad hangover today…"
Ren rolled his eyes then approached Stimpy with a beer in his hands. He opened it then stared determinedly at Stimpy. He shoved the bottle in Stimpy's mouth and smirked as he struggled to push Ren away.
Stimpy choked on the liquor as it slid down his throat. The taste made his stomach churn violently. He tried pushing him away and succeeded. He threw his hands over to his mouth and ran over to the sink.
Ren rolled his eyes. "God you're such a wimp." He said as he watched Stimpy vomiting.
Stimpy coughed hard and panted. He turned on the faucet and rinsed the sink out. "W-well…i-it's your fault…I have no intention on drinking while I'm pregnant, Ren…" He turned to face him and wiped his mouth off. "It could harm the baby…"
"God don't be such a wuss! Drinking a beer won't harm the baby! Live a little, Stimpy!" He growled.
After a long moment of silence, Ren kept trying to get Stimpy to drink. The more he was able to get down Stimpy's throat, the less time it'll take for Stimpy to get buzzed.
Stimpy fought, not wanting to drink any of it, but choking on the liquid that was forced into his mouth made it hard for him to fulfill that.
Later on that night, Ren succeeded and now both of them we're now wasted. Stimpy and Ren were sharing the bottle of whiskey, which wasn't a good idea. Ren and Stimpy now were doing stupid things, like messing up the living room, stumbling around, falling on top of each other, etc.
As their buzz slowly started to wear off, the two of them laid down on the couch, staring into each other's eyes.
Ren leaned in, kissing his lover softly. Stimpy kissed him back. They both wrapped their arms around each other's necks and kissed harder, allowing their tongues to explore their mouths. Stimpy moaned and dug his claws in Ren's back. Ren smirked and moved his hand down to Stimpy's belly, then slightly more, making sure that he stopped at his groin. Stimpy broke their kiss and gasped softly. He blushed and stared at Ren, who only giggled at how cute he looked when Stimpy was blushing.
Forcefully, Ren pinned him down and nipped at his lover's neck, causing Stimpy to moan out in pleasure. He then moved his hand down more and rubbed Stimpy off.
Stimpy's buzz was getting lighter and he pulled away from Ren. "R-Ren…" He slurred. "S-stop…"
"Why should I….?"
Stimpy pushed Ren off, despite how exceptionally horny he was for Ren, himself. He just knew it didn't felt right considering how wasted they were. Quickly, Ren turned away and fell fast asleep. Stimpy did the same.
Early the next morning…
Stimpy was facing the edge of the couch, fast asleep. Ren was cuddled up next to Stimpy, asleep.
As Stimpy started waking up, he felt terrible. Everything ached. Before he could react, he felt a surge of nausea shoot up and he vomited on the floor. He coughed hard and panted heavily.
"Oh god…" He rubbed his eyes and panted. He felt another wave come up and he leaned over the couch, letting out everything that he had drunk last night.
Once he was finished, he groaned and lay back down. Ren started to wake up now.
"God…w-what happened last night…?" Ren asked as he yawned and rubbed his eyes.
"Don't even remind me…" Stimpy said weakly.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Nothing except the fact that I feel terrible because of you…"
Ren glared and slapped Stimpy across his face. Stimpy winced and rubbed his cheek.
"Ren… why…WHY did you make me drink last night…? You KNOW it could've harmed the baby!"
"Like I even give a fuck about the baby!" Ren said back. His ears went down and he covered his mouth.
Stimpy sat up and stared at Ren with tears in his eyes. "…y-you… you don't even care….?"
"No! Stimpy… I-I-
Stimpy hopped off the couch and ran upstairs, crying his eyes out. Ren was lying when he said it was a good idea… what was he going to do…?
