Hi! I'm back with another KuruToro oneshot. This one involves Tororo getting pregnant (mpreg) so if you no like, don't read. I'm thinking if doing Kururuxfem!Tororo or maybe Tororoxfem!Kururu. Idk which, but it'll probably be fem!Tororo though. I don't own Sgt. Frog, k? I wish I did though... Also, ye be warned. Ahead lies yaoi frog smut. Oh, Kururu and Tororo are dating from last drabble. The housing arrangement is the same as the everlasting fruitcake drabble. The next drabble I write will explain why Garuru has a human form, ok? Also in my little world, pregnant male space frogs have a 10 week gestation period. That's the way it is.

Tororo groaned against his boyfriend, cum leaking out of his asshole, and water sloshing around in the tub. As he came down from his high, he collapsed against said boyfriend, Kururu. Kururu snuffled Tororo's neck, happy to just be with the younger frog. "Hey, Kururu, what would you do if I got... pregnant?" Kururu froze for for a second.

"Why...? Well, I'd be happy, of course, and we could get married..." Tororo nodded.

"Just wondering..." Tororo had made a vow he would tell his loving boyfriend about his past someday, his past as a Viper scientist's lab rat. The Viper had given him a elixir that had enabled him to get pregnant and give birth once a month, like a Pekoponian woman's period. So on the 15th of every month, Tororo was busy, and he had to abstain from sex with Kururu.

However, tonight, January 15th, 2014, Kururu had asked to help out. One thing led to another, and Tororo, after forgetting the date, had decided to take a bath with the older scientist. They were bathing, Tororo sitting on Kururu's lap, when he tried to stand up, slipped, and fell, Kururu's erection quite literally 'just slipping in'. Tororo had tried to stand, but only managed to slip and fall onto Kururu's erection again. The age-old excuse of 'it just slipped in' had come to mock the salmon tadpole, who now remembered the date, knew he was fucked, in- most likely -more ways than one.

FINALLY-I'M-BACK! (Don't rub it in. Shimmerfur-sama hasn't used me in drabbles! I'm sorry, Shimmerfur-sama! Of course I wasn't criticizing your writing…!)

Two weeks later, Tororo rushed out of bed, waking Kururu up in the process. He rushed to the toilet, and spent about 20 minutes throwing up, until all that came up was a clear liquid. Kururu had come in after 5 minutes of Tororo emptying his stomach, and rubbed the tadpole's back as he hurled repeatedly. After he was done, Tororo rushed to Natsumi and Pururu's shared quarters, steeling himself and taking a couple deep breaths, and attempted to put his creepiest countenance on to minimize questions and curiosity. He knocked on the door loudly. "Pu pu, old lady, vision in pink, are you in there?"

Pururu, in human form, opened the door. "What's up, Toro-chan?" The nickname annoyed Tororo immensely, but he need Pururu's help, so he steeled himself.

"Hey, Pururu, who's at the door?" Pururu blushed and 'eep'ed as Tororo peeked around the door to see his commanding officer in human form, shirtless, tousled hair, and fly unzipped.

"Ahem. Uh, I was wondering if you had any pregnancy tests, pu." Pururu looked at him skeptically. "It's for an experiment!" Tororo added hurriedly. Both platoons were aware Kururu and Tororo were dating, but no one knew Tororo was capable of getting pregnant.

"Yes, I believe I do..." She blushed a deep red, running out to find them in the bathroom.

"So. You and Pururu, huh?" Tororo leaned against the bed post. Garuru nodded.

"Speak of this to no one yet, Buck Private." Tororo nodded.

"Lips sealed."

"Ah, here you go, Tororo-kun." Pururu handed Tororo the box of tests.

"Thanks." Tororo took the box and left.

Once he was back downstairs in Kururu's lab, Tororo entered the bathroom, and inserted the pregnancy test. After a few minutes, he removed the test. 'Positive'. He hurriedly prepared another one and took it. Positive again. He couldn't believe it. He was pregnant. Oh frog, how was he going to tell Kururu?

Just then there was a knock on the door. "Ku ku, you dying in there?"

'I just might be,' Tororo replied mentally. "Kururu... can you come in...?" There was a pause.

"Sure." Kururu pushed the door open. "What's up?"

Tororo handed him the box.

"You know how I asked you what you would do if somehow, I got pregnant?" Kururu nodded. "Well, Kururu... I... I'm pregnant." Kururu froze.

"I'm glad. Then I have an excuse to do this." Kururu reached into a nearby convenient compartment, which were mostly used to store lube and the like for two frogs, and pulled out a velvet box. On one knee, Kururu opened the box. "Tororo, will you marry me?" Tororo paled, but color quickly rushed back to his face, making it redder than before.

"Yes. Frog, yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes!" Tororo hugged the yellow frog with all his might, and then he drew back. His covered eyes met Kururu's, soon followed by his lips.

HI-JUST-CHILLIN'-WITH-A-NON-ALCOHOLIC-PINA-COLATA.

Three weeks later, Tororo looked like he had swallowed a watermelon. Whole. And in a cartoon fashion, it had stayed in watermelon shape. "Pu! Five weeks total and I look like a fat old lady! And I want pickles! Pickles are vegetables! How often do I want vegetables!?"

"Hmmph. Now you know how I felt every time you called me old lady!" Pururu huffed.

Garuru snorted. He couldn't believe this. It was scientifically impossible for the tadpole to be pregnant, but he certainly looked it and acted it, not to mention the fact than he had taken the pregnancy tests, which had been positive.

Taruru, of course, had to (try to) make a joke. "At least we know who's on top and who's on bottom!" Tororo cringed, but Kururu saved him.

"At least Tororo has someone to top him!" The room went silent.

"Are you saying I'm unattractive?"

"Yes."

Taruru remained quiet for the next five minutes. Tororo sat in front of the TV, Kururu waiting on the tadpole hand and foot. "Kururu! I'm hungry!" "Kururu! My feet hurt!" "Kururu, get me my laptop! I need to check my email!" "Kururu! I want ice cream!" "Kururu, I have brain freeze!"

At this last one, Kururu rolled his eyes. "Good frog, what do you want me to do about it? I can't do anything about brain freeze! I can't heat up your brain! How would I do that anyway? Put it in a microwave?"

Tororo burst out giggling like a schoolgirl. "PU, PU, PU! PUT IT IN MICROWAVE! PU!" He sobered. "Yes." Kururu face-palmed. He trudged away to find a microwave. He was seriously beginning to regret knocking Tororo up, it made the young hacker so fucking bipolar.

As Kururu moped away, Tororo was bored. "Hey Scraps! Hey Scraps! Pu pu~u!"

"What?" The metallic assassin groused.

"Have you ever gotten stuck to a magnet? Pu, pu, pu!"

A vein in Zoruru's organic side popped.

DRINKING-ALCOHOL-IS-BAD, 'T-DO-IT-UNLESS-YOU'RE-21-OR-OLDER!

Seven months into Tororo's pregnancy, and Kururu had already sworn to never, ever, ever have kids again. He was in so much agony, he felt as though he were the one giving birth. 'Only three more months!' bounced around in his head, but he was NOT looking forward to Tororo giving birth. Most days, Tororo couldn't even handle a paper cut, how was he supposed to squeeze something the size of a tennis ball out of a hole the size of a quarter?! And as far as Kururu could figure, he could wave goodbye to his sex life. Gah, what had he been thinking? Oh wait. He hadn't known. "What's wrong, sweetie?"

Kururu looked up from his seat in a chair-where his head had been resting in his hand-and instantly, his male pride swelled up. Tororo stood before him, hands on hips, his stomach swollen, and a slightly worried expression on his face. "Wha…? Oh, nothing. Everything is fine." And Kururu was telling the truth as he pulled the younger frog into a hug.

THIS-STORY-IS-REALLY-CUTE-IN-PARTS!

Ten months was up, and Tororo was in the birthing room with Pururu. Since Kururu did have a basic medical training, he should have been in the room with Pururu. However, because it was his child Tororo was, technically "giving birth" to, he wasn't allowed anywhere near the room. However, He could pace rapidly outside the room, which was exactly what he was doing, shamelessly so, even. One scream from Tororo later, and he was allowed in.

There, on the bed, was Tororo, and next to him, was an egg-tank with a very round egg in it. "Pu… Guess she's gonna be chubby- like us!" Kururu smiled, hugging Tororo to his chest.

"Wait… she?" Tororo nodded.

"The doctors say it's gonna be a girl!" Tororo smiled happily. "We're gonna have a baby girl!" Kururu sighed, but smiled even wider. He knew the next years would be hard, but he was happy anyway.

One week later, Tororo felt something stir inside of him. He poked the sleeping Kururu next to him. "Kururu! Kururu! The egg is hatching!" Kururu's green eyes flew open, connecting with Tororo's blue and green ones in the dark.

"How do you know?"

"Call it mother's instinct. Let's go!"

Both frogs grabbed their glasses and ran to the neighboring hatching room, which was climate-controlled to Keron's climate so the egg would hatch.

Both arrived just in time to see a tadpole, orange in color, pop out of the egg. "Fu? Fu!" Then the tadpole opened its mouth. Too bad Kururu and Tororo hadn't thought to set up a baby monitor instead of just not soundproofing the walls.

Thirteen minutes of quieting, feeding, putting a diaper on, and cooing over the newborn later, the tadpole was asleep. "What should we name it?" Kururu turned to Tororo.

"Fukiki?"

"No. Fururu?" Tororo decided that since the child's first sound had been 'fu', much like his first sound had been 'to', her name should begin with 'fu'. When he was younger, Tororo's signature 'pu, pu, pu' was actually 'to, to, to'. As he had gotten older, it had changed to 'pu', but his name had come from his first sound, as was typical Keronian custom.

"Definitely no. How about Fukuku? After the word 'fuku', meaning luck." Kururu suggested.

"I like that one. Fukuku it is. We'll have Pururu fill out the paperwork tomorrow morning." Tororo yawned. "Let's go back to- what the fuck?!" His tail felt like someone was pulling it in, and the white on his face was receding, he could see the reflection in his glasses changing.

"You're maturing fully, in a physical sense, at least." Tororo was shocked. "We'll have Pururu fill out paperwork for you too." Tororo blushed.

"Now let's go back to bed." Kururu nodded.

BIG-TIME-SKIP!

Fifteen years later, Kururu slammed the door. Tororo and Kururu had decided to move back to Keron during Tororo's pregnancies. "Tororo, sweetie, I'm home!"

"Hi, daddy!" His oldest, Fukuku, ran upstairs and downstairs, half her make up done.

"Daddy!" His current youngest, Shokiki, came in, holding Tororo's hand.

"Hey, darling. Welcome home." Tororo, wearing an apron over his bulging 7-month pregnant belly, greeted his husband. Kururu hoped the frog (who was on maternity leave for the next 3 months, and had been for the past 5 months) hadn't been cooking.

"DADDY! PAPA! TARURU IS COMING TO PICK ME UP FOR OUR DATE IN FIVE MINUTES, AND I CAN'T FIND THE RIGHT SWEATER!"

Tororo was the one to answer. "Honey, it's hanging on the door! And Taruru is always late! You'll be fine!"

"Thanks, Papa!" Tororo found his blue platoon-mate to be annoying still, but Tororo and Kururu made a rule that the kids could date whoever they wanted, as long as they weren't dirtbags.

The doorbell rang. "Coming!" Tororo let the blue frog in.

"Hey Tororo! What's up?"

Tororo sighed. "Not much. What's-"

"UNCA TARURU!" Shokiki came tearing into the room, a blur of blue, until he collided with the bigger blue frog. "Hi, Unca Taruru!" The child had always referred to Taruru as 'Unca Taruru', never 'Uncle'.

"Hey Taruru, I'll be down in one sec!" Fukuku came careening downstairs, her makeup finished, sweater on over her dress, ready to go. "Shokiki, off." She commanded her younger sibling. She then kissed Taruru's lips and took his hand. "Let's go!" She dragged him out of the chaotic house, and out to the blue hover board outside.

Kururu and Tororo watched the duo leave. Kururu sighed. "We'll be getting a wedding request from him soon, won't we?" Tororo nodded solemnly.

"Probably." He shrugged and returned to the kitchen, Kururu following. "What should I order for dinner?"

~Owari~

And… thus ends this KuruxToro mpreg saga. I might write more KuruxToro, and definitely more mpreg. I have never been pregnant, I'm not really sure what it's like, so if you have, and I screwed something up, 1) You are not a Keronian, and 2) I just said I've never been pregnant. Anyway, this took helluva long to type. Well, Imma go finish this other drabble I'm gonna post later. SHIMMERFUR, OOOOOUUUUT!