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(The following is a work of fiction. Desert Mutt is copyright myself. Marina and Damien Lakor are fictional characters not intended to be based off of any particular individuals.)

Desert's eyes slowly opened, a growl emanating from his throat slightly as he was woken up. He pushed himself slowly up as he got out of bed, rubbing his eyes as he walked through the dark house toward the front door. Who would be at the door this late? And why were they ringing the door bell and knocking so urgently?

He stopped at the door, a part of him thinking that maybe he should have grabbed a weapon. That probably would not do any good though. Anyone who would commit a crime would normally break in. If they were bold enough to knock however, then they probably have a gun, so nothing he would grab would do any good at this time anyways.

The canine turned on the porch light and opened the door. He froze a moment, blinking in surprise. There before him was a very unhappy looking pregnant female otter. She was in a robe and had a bag on the porch beside her

"Marina?" he asked in a confused tone, his mind working slowly as it was still trying to wake up the rest of the way to catch up with his body.

"My water broke," the otter female said firmly, "Damien is not home and I can't get a hold of him on the phone." She looked at him, her eyes seeming to plead even more. "I need to get to the hospital. Please take me. I don't want to go in an ambulance by myself."

Desert looked at her a moment before letting out a sigh and a nod. He walked back into the house, grabbing a pair of pants to pull on. He grabbed his keys and wallets, slipping the second into his back pocket while keeping the first in his grip. He took a hold of the bag, carrying it with him as he led the mother to be toward his car. He helped her in and put the bag in back. Once ready, he started to drive as fast as he can toward the hospital.

Elsewhere, Damien was in his office, laying on the floor with his clothes balled up as a pillow under his head. His eyes were closed and his breathing shallow, as though he were asleep.

Resting against his stomach was a nude young female calico. Her eyes were closed as she purred gently. The feline laid on her stomach with her head rested on the soft male stomach. The long tail shifted to sway slightly as she basked in the after glow.

The otter male's cell phone was set on his desk, turned off. He had decided to have it off when he had to "work late" so as not to be interrupted by his wife or anyone else. This was not the first time he had done it of course, but this time it just so happen to be causing him to miss something very important.

"Well as much fun as this has been Mr. Lakor," The feline purred out as she started to push up, "I guess that it's time for me to get dressed and get going." She moved to stand up and walked toward the desk where her clothes were. Her hips and bare bottom swayed gently as she moved.

"Oh no," Damien said as he reached up and grabbed the end of her tail, "We aren't done just yet tonight. Now get back here and start cleaning up this spill." He grinned as he tugged her tail. The cat looked back and smiled as she moved willingly toward the direction of the pulling. She soon turned around and started lean down over the male laying on the floor before her.

Marina sighed as she still did not get an answer from her husband, the call going directly to voicemail. She hung up her own cell phone and leaned against the side. Her eyes looked out the window at the passing darkness that came with the middle of the night. The street lights seemed to be few, even if they did pass quickly. The stars could be seen in the distance above the buildings, spots of beautiful light against a dark blue, almost black above the silhouette of sleeping buildings.

It was a lovely night and it was to be an exciting day. A part of her was thrilled and excited. She was about to give birth and be a mother. Soon she would have new life and new responsibility. She had been expecting it for a while.

But a greater part of her was scared at the moment. As nice as the canine was, as much as they had done, at this time, he was not the one she wanted here. He was not the one she wanted to be doing this with. Could she do this without him? Would he be there? It was starting to seem like she would be raising these cubs on her own. The thought terrified her some. She believed this was something a husband and wife should do together. Become a mother and father and raise a family.

She turned toward the side window more. Her forehead pressed against the cool glass. The eyes closed tight, trying to fight back the tears. She was a modern woman. She had nothing to cry over, or at least nothing to cry over enough for wanting it to be seen.

Desert's floppy ears shifted as his eyes flicked toward the otter woman sitting next to him. It seemed like something was bothering her. The canine wanted to ask her what was wrong, but found himself biting his lip slightly and keeping quiet. His paws shifted some, squeezing the steering wheel tighter. The dull claws dug into the padding of cover, starting to cut small furrows into the material. He may not have known what the problem was, but he could guess what, or more accurately, who the problem was connected to.

The silence was broken as Marina let out a cry when a contraction hit her. Her paws gripped and squeezed hard into the armrest on the door, the dull claws digging into the material of the interior. Her teeth pressed together as her jaw clenched and eyes squeezed shut from the feeling

The canine looked at the expectant mother as her body worked to try and bring the new life into the world. His foot pressed down more on the gas without his thinking about it. He watched her a moment, forgetting about the road ahead. Even as empty as it was, this was dangerous since there were still some cars out.

In a moment of mixed luck, it was not another car ahead of them that caused problems, but the sirens of a police car behind them. The red and blue lights flashed, reflecting through the cabin, while the wail seemed to echo through the whole of the car.

Desert sighed, his floppy ears pulling back as he slowed the car and pulled over to the side. His eyes looked up at the mirror at the police cruiser behind him. He chewed on his lip slightly, hoping that the officer would be the kind who was willing to give them an escort to the hospital.

Elsewhere, the young feline laid on her stomach, eyes closed and ears splayed out in pleasure as she let out a moaning purr. Her nude form stretched out, pressed between the floor and the male above her. Her tail twitched as it was pinned to one side, shifting as dull claws ran up along one of her bare thighs. She could feel his warm breath against her head, her ear twitching as she suddenly felt his teeth nip at the edge of it. The feminine feline form moved to rock and grind her rump against the male's hips, letting out a small moan of pleasure as the two moved together.

Damien released her sides as he moved to brace himself, lifting his upper half up off of the feline beneath him. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he changed his pace. His tails shifted as his rump flexed, hips pull back before slamming forward fast and hard to make an audible slap against the feline rump.

The secretary moaned out in pleasure each time she was slammed into. Her hips moved now, raising herself slightly to try and give him better access. The chest shifted, pressing her nipples against the floor to tease them against the carpet each time she was rocked back and forth. One paw slipped under her, reaching back to stroke at her splayed lips teasing the hood and the nub underneath, as well as slightly teasing the male sac.

At the hospital, Desert kept a firm grip on Marina, helping her out of the car and into the wheelchair to take her inside. He followed the otter and the nurse pushing her, his steps slowing down some. He was not supposed to be the one here with her. Her husband was.

The canine turned around, stepping back outside again. He drew his cell phone and opened it, but stopped as he realized he did not have Damien's number. His shoulders rose then lowered as he let out a sigh of disappointment and shut the cell phone again. He chewed his lip a little more before turning to head back inside.

It was quite surprising for him to learn that she was not actually ready yet to give birth. Normally in the shows, they would be in labor as soon as they were in the hospital and taken straight into the delivery room.

The hospital itself was also a bit disquieting. It was understandable that someone who was running it would want to make patients more comfortable, but it was weird to him to see carpeting in the halls and polished wood floors in the rooms instead of basic linoleum tiles. The rooms were nice, but it almost seemed like a hotel with a hospital bed in it.

The canine took a seat next to the bed they had Marina in as they waited. He took out her cell phone and looked through for her husband's number. As he started to stand, the otter woman turned to look at him.

"Desert," she said softly, "Don't go until he gets here. Please. I don't want to be here by myself." The canine looked at her a moment, thinking, then sighed and nodded.

"Alright," he consented, "I won't leave you until he's here. I'll see if I can get a hold of him though so you won't have to worry." He gave her hand a gentle pat then went out into the hall to try and call him again.

The call once more went straight to voice mail. A low growl emanated from his throat, but he tried to keep it from voicing as best as he could. He turned and went back into the room, finding that it was apparently time.

Damien stood up and stretched out, checking his muscles a moment before getting a hold of his clothes and started putting them back on. He worked to get himself dressed, watching the naked young feline still lying contently on the floor.

He continued to dress again, tucking in his shirt and working to put his tie back in place. Once all his garments were in place and seemed to be organized and smooth, he finally took a hold of his phone, turning it on. A deep sigh of annoyance left him at the notice about several voice mails from his wife. He shoved the phone is his pocket and started for the doors so he could head home.

When Damien got home and opened the door, he headed to the bedroom. The lamp came on as he started to undress, then stopped as he found that the bed was empty. Where was his wife? He turned and started looking through the house, turning on the lights as he started searching through every room and found it empty.

He gave a small otter-like noise of frustration as he stepped out of the house and started toward the neighbor's. He thought that maybe his wife was with that fruity dog that had been over for dinner some time ago. He looked at the house as he walked up to the door and started slamming his fist into it.

After several attempts were made to knock on the door and ring the bell without an answer, Damien finally started looking through the windows. The light in one or two were on, but there was no one inside. Maybe his wife had lied to him about being too far along to have sex now. Maybe she was with him fucking right now.

Furious at his wife for cheating on him, the otter pulled the phone from his pocket and got ready to dial her. He was going to tell that whore a thing or two. How DARE she cheat on him. He was her husband and the institute of marriage was supposed to be a sacred thing.

He slowed down a moment as he saw the notice about the voicemails again. Damien connect to the message box and played them, wondering what kind of weak excuse she could possibly be making for being out so late with another guy and leaving her poor, sweet, kind and loving husband at home. He put the phone up to his ear to listen, and felt his anger melt away as he found out what was happening.

During the labor and birthing, Desert had come to a personal conclusion. Life can be considered a miracle all people want, but he found it rather gross. The canine would have preferred to have sat in the waiting room, but without Damien here yet, he had no choice but to stay by Marina's side while she gave birth.

Things seemed to go well for the most part, though having no actual experience, he could not actually say so. Fortunately, he got to stay beside the birthing mother and not see what was happening beneath the sheet they had place over her some as two new lives came into the world. He was grateful for that fact, as well as he did not have to cut the umbilical cords.

The two were now laying in a warming station and Marina was sleeping from a mix of exhaustion and sedatives. Desert watched the television for a little bit before thirst got the better of him. The canine got up and went into the hall as he walked toward the vending machines to get something to drink.

As he walked along, a familiar shape started running toward him. He stood there as a male otter started coming toward him, shouting out his name.

"Desert," Damien said with a heavy pant before asking "where is she? Where's Marina? Is she okay?"

Something inside the canine finally snapped. His hand balled up into a fist before pulling back and swinging out. He managed to hit the male otter on the side of the jaw, catching him off guard and causing Damien to fall backwards, looking up in shock.

"She's in room six nineteen," the mutt growled out, eyes narrowed, "She's fine, except for her husband not being there when she needed him most." He turned and started down the hall.

"By the way," he shouted back, "You are now the father of two happy, healthy baby girls." He looked in on Marina one more time, then turned to leave, going home and to bed.