Sci-Fi Lion Mpreg
Originally I was going to have my first story on FA, Captain My Captain ( https://www.furaffinity.net/view/36979346/ ) be a one-off and then move on to something else. But then Clark and Orrick got stuck in my head and I decided to do more with their story. Here's Part 1, more to come. Also: would super appreciate some feedback as I'm finding my way around here and writing for this site. Thanks!
Part 2 here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/37198605/
Part 3 here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/37262138/

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The Excelsior Chronicles Part 1

When Rowlifson Clark, captain of the Space Fleet ship Excelsior, opened his eyes he saw a blurry orange and black blob on one side of his vision. The lion felt numb, vaguely sick and incredibly groggy.
“Honey? Are you awake?”
“I don’t think I want to be.” Clark felt weight beside him on the bed, and then Orrick was holding his hand and stroking his mane.
“Clark, come back to me, honey. I think they gave you a little too much anesthetic. I need you to try to shake it off.”
Clark just grunted in response.
“Rowlifson Clark, you are the strongest person I know. Far stronger than any meds. You need to wake up,” the tiger instructed.
“Don’t call me Rowlifson,” Clark mumbled. “Casualty report?”
Orrick frowned at his husband. “Casualty - oh! Honey, no, you’re not injured. No one is injured. You had surgery, remember? Everything’s fine, we’re in a hospital on Calatos-4.”
“Surgery? Where’s my ship?” Clark blinked and rubbed his eyes, trying to clear his vision.
“The Excelsior is performing a science mission on Calatos-8. You left Dreylin in command. I spoke with him yesterday to tell him the surgery was a success. He said their mission was proceeding as expected and they’re likely to be back to pick us up a day or two ahead of schedule.”
Clark’s hand moved slowly towards his abdomen, which was starting to ache. “The surgery was a success? I’m …” he trailed off, feeling a soft bulge where there was usually a hard flat stomach.
Orrick leaned down to kiss his husband’s forehead. “You’re pregnant, Clark.”
Tears began to wet the fur on Clark’s face. He had wanted this for years, almost since he first met Orrick.

It had taken three days after the tiger moved onto the Excelsior for Clark to host the new Chief Medical Officer for the traditional “welcome to the ship” dinner. The space station where they had picked up Dr. Orrick Lang had become embroiled in a trade dispute shortly before the Excelsior’s arrival and Clark had worked round the clock with the station’s commander for days to help resolve it. When the Excelsior was back on course and the time of the dinner arrived Clark had been dreading what he thought would be yet another diplomatic duty.
But when he opened the door to his quarters that night, all feelings of dread vanished as Clark was struck by how handsome the new officer was. Orrick had a lean, wiry frame that complemented his Medical Fleet uniform perfectly. The white fur that grew from his jawline gave him a stately, serious air. And his wide set eyes were a swirl of yellow-green that made Clark picture a galaxy.
That first conversation had begun stilted and awkward, with Clark reacting to the attraction he felt by being overly formal. But Orrick had been warm and friendly and as the conversation progressed and the two found more and more that they had in common, Clark had gradually let himself relax. A few hours into the evening, long after they finished eating, Clark found himself gazing raptly at the tiger’s face while Orrick talked about Ranvosian literature.
I want to have his children. Clark startled himself with the thought, and immediately pushed it away.
The romance blossomed quickly after that first night, hampered only by Clark’s desire for propriety and subtlety which were difficult to achieve in the confines of a starship. There wasn’t anything inappropriate about the relationship: Orrick and Clark were in different chains of command. Medical Fleet was a complimentary but separate branch from Space Fleet and while Clark was the ultimate authority on the vast majority of the Excelsior, his jurisdiction ended at the medical bay door, where Orrick was in charge.
Still, Clark preferred that his personal life not be the topic of ship gossip, and he tried to keep their courtship under wraps for months. Eventually word inevitably got out, but by that point the felines were completely smitten with each other, and the idea of marriage had been floated.
“I want children,” Clark told Orrick quietly as they strolled hand in hand along the observation deck one evening. While there were other crew members present, they all were careful to give their captain a wide berth to allow some privacy in his off-duty hours.
Orrick squeezed Clark’s hand. “I do too.”
Clark stopped and turned to the tiger. “I want your children, Orrick,” he paused and took a deep breath. “And I want to carry them.” At that point the male pregnancy procedure was 15 years old and had become almost routine. It still required serious abdominal surgery, but the process of growing a womb from a male’s stem cells, inserting embryos and then implanting the womb was being performed with higher success rates on more planets around the galaxy every year.
Orrick smiled, reaching up to caress the lion’s cheek. “I want that too.” Orrick leaned forward and they kissed, briefly, aware of the mostly-averted gazes. The couple strolled on in contented silence but a minute later Orrick grunted. “Mm, oh god.”
“What?” Clark asked, slightly alarmed.
“I just started picturing you with a big pregnant belly,” Orrick said, with a slight growl in his throat. “I think we need to go back to your quarters. Wait, no. Mine are closer.”
“So you like the idea?” Clark grinned. “You’ll still want me when I get fat?”
“Judging by my massive hard-on? Yes, Captain.”
Clark’s grin turned mischievous. “The thought of me swollen and fecund with your seed is pleasing to you?”
“Mmnph,” Orrick stifled a moan.
“I just want to be sure that you’ll still love me when I’m heavy, bloated, and gravid,” the lion purred.
“Right now, I hate you,” the overheated tiger replied. “You are the one who is so concerned with our privacy and not becoming the subjects of gossip. What do you think will happen if I blow a load on the observation deck?”
Clark laughed and allowed Orrick to drag him to bed. The couple married a month later.

In the hospital on Calatos-4, Orrick pulled down the blanket so that Clark could see the rounded paunch of his belly, then ever so gently laid his hand on the curve. “Two of the embryos embedded, Clark.”
Clark’s eyes widened. “Two? Twins?”
Orrick nodded, beaming. “Liger twins,” he smiled, looking away, “you’re going to be enormous.”
“Oh,” Clark breathed, placing both hands on his belly, “oh, my babies.” They were both quiet for a few minutes, as Clark mulled over the fact that he was pregnant with twins, and Orrick watched him. Eventually Clark looked up. “And everything was … normal? It all worked the way it was supposed to?”
Orrick stroked his mane. “I observed every step and it was textbook, honey. The surgeon’s laser-stitching work was impeccable. I don’t think I could have done better.”
Clark paused for a moment to read between the lines, then squinted up at his husband. “Did you drive the doctors crazy while I was knocked out?”
“No… not crazy,” Orrick demurred. “I think they’re used to concerned spouses…”
“Sure, but those concerned spouses aren’t usually chief Medical Fleet officers who could jeopardize the doctors’ licenses if told to go to the waiting room.”
“I just watched!” Orrick said defensively. “I didn’t interfere and I certainly didn’t threaten anyone’s license.”
“Come here,” the lion beckoned for a kiss.