When Fiona imagined the process of becoming a mother, she always had something different in mind.  Very different.  Pregnancy to her reminded her of her mother, her aunts, all the feline women she’d grown up with, walking around with a litter of kittens growing inside, being huge and cranky and pampered for a few months.  She did not expect… this.

“She’s a beauty!” Rocko cooed, peeking into Fiona’s makeshift pouch, where his little gal would be hanging out for the next six months.  Fiona hummed affirmatively.  It was nice, being able to have a child of their own without all the body horror and physical pain that came along with pregnancy, but it would take her a while to get the hang of raising a marsupial.

She watched as Rocko proudly stroked the little girl’s head with his fingertip, slightly envious because she was too afraid to touch the tiny infant that still barely resembled anything, let alone a wallaby.  She loved her baby, of course.  She was a cute little thing.  It was just jarring how little she truly was.

While kittens were just little babies, they were fairly durable.  She remembered her siblings and cousins being born and crawling around within a few days.  Marsie was… not.

Fiona had looked at Rocko’s family album.  She’d seen the adorable hairless bundle of joy that he had been as a joey, but the pictures didn’t do a very good job of showing how small he was back then.  She had no idea that her newborn baby would be born after a month and the literal size of a jellybean!  She didn’t want to hurt her, or heck, misplace her.  Like, what if she fell out of this pouch?  They’d need a magnifying glass to find her!  Or what if someone bumped into her, since it really just looked like she was walking around in a hoodie with nothing in it?  It frightened her to even think about all the terrifying possibilities.

“Hey, Rock?”

He glanced up, his wide, starry eyes meeting hers.  Her heart fluttered upon seeing how happy he looked.  She just needed a little confirmation from him.  A bit of that hope and wonder he had about the entire thing.  She just needed to be sure.

“She’s… okay, right?” Fiona asked, trying to mask her worry.  “Like, um… Healthy?”

Rocko hummed and bobbed his head.  “Yep!  Dr. Hutch said she’s as healthy as can be.”

“Ah, okay…”

“Hey, don’t worry, Fi,” he said, grabbing her hand and squeezing it.  “You’ll be a great mum, okay?  The best!  And I’ll be here to give you a hand no matter what.”

Fiona smiled, returning the squeeze, knowing he would definitely keep true to his word.

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After the first few weeks, Fiona began to get the hang of this motherhood stuff.  She used everyone’s ignorance to her favor.  Most people didn’t even know what the hell wallabies were, let alone the intricacies of their “pregnancies.”  No one knew her baby wasn’t developing internally if she didn’t tell them; they just knew she had one because of how protective she was of her middle.

It was about the three-month mark when things really started to get fun.  Marsie had grown enough to start actually looking like a wallaby (albeit a very bald one), and was big enough that Fiona looked like she was sporting a decent baby bump.  No longer was she worried about losing or accidentally squishing the girl, and the attention she was getting in public went straight to her head.  If she wasn’t glowing before, she certainly was now.

“Dude,” Heffer whispered to Rocko as the pair watched a couple of elderly ladies fawn over Fiona while out shopping.  He took a long sip of his soda before continuing.  “She’s kinda a MILF.”

“Heffer!” Rocko exclaimed, face turning increasingly red. 

“What?” Heffer asked.

Rocko only shook his head, not wanting to get into this with his friend.  What he said wasn’t wrong…  He’d felt that way from the moment all of this began.  The pride and care Fiona exhibited when it came to Marsie only made her that much more attractive.  (Well… that and her breasts were even bigger now… Not that Rocko had been staring, of course!)  Her pregnancy might not have been a conventional one, as far as a lynx was concerned, but she still got to reap all the benefits…

Especially the marital ones.

Back at home that evening, Rocko could hear her yowling his name upstairs.  He was on the second floor in a flash, and he poked his head in the bedroom to find her lounging on the bed.  She was on her back, with one arm dangling off the edge of the mattress and the other resting on her middle.

“Yes, Fi?”

“Rock, babe,” said Fiona.  “I need a hand.”

Rocko blushed, knowing exactly where this was headed.  Her voice dripped with desire, and he braced himself as he stepped inside and shut the door behind him.  He tapped his fingers together.  “Y-Yeah?  What kind of… hand?”

“C’mon.  You know,” she whined.  “It’s just so hard to reach right now with the little one in the way, and she’s sleeping right now.  I don’t want to disturb her.”

Fiona was definitely hamming it up solely because she could, but Rocko didn’t care in the slightest.  The woman he saw in front of him was the mother of his child, and he made a promise to give her a hand whenever she needed it.  He walked up to the bed, crawling up onto the mattress to sit beside her.  His hand carefully brushed up her thigh, ruffling the soft spotted fur.  She sighed at the contact and melted against the pillows, parting her legs slightly to allow him better access.  Rocko slid his hand down the front of her shorts, drawing a low purr out of her the moment he began to rub.

To Rocko, this was the sexiest thing ever.  Actual intercourse was incredibly awkward knowing the baby was right there between them, so nothing was more intimate than making sure that the mother of his child was getting her needs met in the meantime.  He was getting immensely turned on, but was content to just enjoy the view, more than willing to take care of himself after he had helped her.  He was completely caught off guard when he felt her hand rest on his groin and begin groping him through his underpants.  Though the touch was welcome, he didn’t want her to feel obligated.

“Fi, y-you don’t gotta—”

“Shush,” she said, cutting him off.  “Just relax, Rock.  Let’s just have some fun together, ‘kay?”

Rocko swallowed his guilt and nodded before scooting closer to her.  If she was offering, he definitely wouldn’t turn her down.