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“Easy,” I murmur, “easy.” I show her what a deep breath looks like, trying to steady her growing panic. Her body shakes, her blue eyes wide, sweat glistens across her forehead. I rub my thumb against her knuckles, her hand gripping mine like life depends on it.
“It hurts,” she whimpers, eyes closing with a hard wince. My other hand closes around her jaw and I softly blow hair into her face to cool her down.
“I've got you, darling.”
She shakes her head in refusal, a cry bubbling up her throat, “oh. Oh.”
“Tension isn't helping our baby, please relax.” She gives me a look that makes me want to bury myself alive to recover from it. A hopeless scared gaze that makes me want to claw out my eyes on top of being five feet underground.
“Help me,” she whines, “get him out of me.”
I flash a look at the royal healers around me, their eyes mildly impatient. I give them a cold stern look that has them shifting into action to avoid my ire.
“I'm still convinced it's a little girl,” I smile, brushing her hair that's matted onto her forehead.
“There's nothing little about her then,” she groans and shifts away from me, her body locking up, “no, not again,” she cries and her fingernails dig into me. I have several of these wounds now but I can't even register it with the way I've been watching her so intently.
“Breathe,” I remind her quickly, “breath in and out. Relax your jaw.”
Her teeth are bared to the world, the entirety of her rigid, airless.
“Breathe,” I bark, my worry crawling up my mouth.
She does but the sound that leaves with it is enough to drive me over an edge. My hand leaves her face and falls onto the swell of her stomach, bare to the room, our child begging to escape it. A blanket covers her lower half and I'm tempted to tear it away to see if there is progress. A healer beats me to it, bending my wife’s knee up and opening her legs like a butterfly, blanket falling away.
“That's the sound we were waiting for, your majesty,” the midwife coos gently. “You’re ready to start pushing. It’ll all be over soon.”
Terror strikes me like a hard fist to the jaw and I sit there in stunned silence. My wife on the other hand starts a tantrum, limps a chaos as she tries to leave the bed. None of us expect this but with her so bloated, she barely makes it before I'm holding her still, pinning to the mattress. Her eyes are crazed and dazed with pain and anger.
“I am not pushing,” she hisses at me as if I was the one who suggested it.
“Are you saying that because you're afraid of the pain or because you don't think you can do it?” I challenge, raising an eyebrow. I dare to let my hand travel down between her legs, my fingers breaching the now expanded opening. I almost groan, “darling,” my head slumps towards her with near relief, “you are so close.” I feel the spot of thin hair, the curvature of a baby’s head. Our child.
“Get your fingers out of me,” she groans, whimpering.
“First I've heard that one,” I smirk. She flashes me a warning look that I eat up.
She again seems to be primed with a retort when both hands furiously find the bottom sheet. Giving my hand, wrist, and arm a break from her piercing touch. A terrified little yelp breaks from her mouth and one leg loses grip on the bedding and kicks out.
“Oh please,” she heartbreakingly pleads. So unlike my vicious wife. “Make it stop.”
I instinctively brush my knuckles to her cheek, my other hand resting low on her stomach. “You need to push, darling,” I press on her skin, “and hard. You're going to be just fine if you do that.”
She says something incoherent, a blubbering mess of raw emotion, exhaustion, and pain. Still she does what we all hoped, pushed. Her face tight with determination, chin to her chest, the sound of an animal in full heat coming out of her. She's never looked so beautiful.
“That's it,” I encourage softly and twist, getting a cold cloth for her forehead and neck. She relaxes instantly, tears streaming down her face.
“I can't do this,” she says, voice breaking.
“Of course you can,” I say softly.
She shakes her head in defiance of my words. Head tipping back against the pile of pillows behind her. My wife shrieks, her body shaking violently. “No, please, no,” she begs.
“It comes, your majesty, push,” the healer beckons.
My focus waivers between how vulnerable and how strong my wife is in this moment that I too am breathless for a spell before I am smiling, staring down at the peek of dark hair.
“I see her, darling, push oh please push.” Our ‘please’ is so contrasting that I laugh. She follows my suggestion and cries out again, this time her hand finding my forearm and holding tight. She looks at me, a face full of unabashed fear and loathing, “you did this to me.”
I still can't wipe the joy from my face so my, “I know,” comes out manic.
She whimpers, tears cascading down her face and mingling with sweat. She swears colorfully. That head of dark hair moves forward and now holds her folds open and taut. She's screaming loud enough to break the windows and I'm there, holding her head against mine, getting closer and closer. “Shh, it's almost over, you're doing so well.”
“Small pushes now, blow out, stretch wide,” the healer mimics the breathing she wants to achieve but my wife just lets out the most pathetic of whimpers.
“Hurts,” she mumbles.
“You're amazing. I'm so impressed,” my lips brush into her sweaty hair.
“Don't say that like you're surprised,” she huffs at me.
I chuckle, leaning back to take in her burning blue eyes. “I'm not surprised.”
“Just a few more pushes,” the healer coaxs.
I watch the head pop out with a bit of liquid and a shrill cry from my partner, who now pants wildly, eyes lidded with weariness. “Pull it out,” she demands, narrowing her gaze to menacing.
“You'll push in a minute here,” the healer amends for her.
“Just take it out,” she begs and then groans deeply, eyes closing quickly, “ohhh nooo” I watch in fascination as the baby starts to rotate slowly.
“Hold on, dearie,” the healer tugs the cord up and over our child’s head eliminating a threat against its life already. “Open these legs wider for me, there you go. Push, push, push.”
Thankfully my wife follows her orders. Her face bright red, and voice raising as more and more of the child emerges. Unceremoniously the screaming is replaced by the baby who now flails around in her mother's arms. Her. Our daughter. My wife and I lock eyes, her face split with adorable shock as if she hadn't just gone through all the work to make this happen. I slump towards them both, my adrenaline wearing off and I'm realizing my own hand has left crescent moons into my flesh from concern. I relax my body and take a deep breath.
“Thank gods,” I murmured to no one in particular. I look up timidly to my wife who wipes our baby with a towel and scrunches her entire chin towards her neck to get a better look at the purple screeching face. Our daughter finally has a lapse in annoyance and her eyes open, stormy gray eyes forming a perfect mirror to gaze into. My wife drops back, a lifeless laugh forcing out of her, “all that only for her to look like you.” She sounds both bitter and proud.
I grin, “she will no doubt be a stunner like me then.”
She huffs loudly but matches my smile, content with such a notion.
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This is a random secret birth in an inn that I wrote a while back but never posted. My first fpreg story on here! Björn and Kaya are original characters, part of a little group of freedom fighters that live in my head. It’s sometime in the medieval times, in England.
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“Come on, my darling, keep going,” Björn encourages with bated breath, feeling his own skin perspire all over in the steam, despite the fact that it’s not him who is working hard. He is intensely focused on Kaya in front of him, sharing the wooden tub together in this small inn room. All he sees is Kaya’s muscular back, skin slick and shining with her sweat alone, flexing hard as her body surges and tenses with the motions of expulsion, at the mercy of nature.
“The head is almost out, Kaya, you’re so close.”
Björn’s love growls a truly horrific noise as she tenses again, flowing with the motion of her body’s will, the muscles popping out of her back and her lowered shoulders and her arms where she’s gripping the wooden tub on either side of herself. In his hands below the water, Björn feels the hardness of their child’s head drop down into his palms, their downy hair floating in the water, the tightness and heat of Kaya’s stretching tissue.
“....hrrrrmmmMMMUUUUUUUUUUUHHH!!!” Kaya growls out, her head raising and trembling severely, her long hair a sweaty and tangled mess. In Björn’s hands, the baby’s head bounces back behind Kaya’s tissues. Kaya chokes in two gasps, unable to draw in air, her hands scrambling to grip the sides of the tub.
Then before Björn can remind her to breathe, Kaya bears down again and Björn can feel every bit of her effort in his hands. Their child is coming. They are so close to making the passage, slipping beyond the threshold. This is the pivotal moment, Björn knows. His beloved is fighting for her life to bring their child into the world, into his hands.
“Good my love, good,” Björn encourages as Kaya’s growl goes near-silent, her head trembling hard and her back breaking out in a new slick sweat.
She holds down as long as she possibly can, trembling and flexing so hard, before she must surrender and burst it out, only to gear up for more effort. She is a warrior in battle, fighting harder than Björn has ever seen her. She can’t really speak anymore, and so Björn lets her concentrate, only speaking softly every once in a while to encourage his love. She has noticed. Each time Björn encourages her and tells her the head is coming out more, Kaya responds by sending a gargantuan push into his hands. She knows that the only way out of this battle is through. It is an unimaginable pain unlike any other that Björn has seen her bear in the years they have fought by each other’s sides, and yet she is doing it. She is so close. She is pushing their baby out so beautifully, working so incredibly hard.
The baby has been on the cusp of crowning since just before dusk. It is now pitch dark outside, their only light being the candles in the room, which are burning very low now. Pools of wax almost drown them. Björn has not left this tub since shortly after Kaya began to push, and that was to pour more hot water inside. The water is getting tepid, he knows, but the steam still fills the room thanks to the freezing winter air threatening to crawl into the space.
Kaya gags as she quietly pushes, and since she’s so quiet and focused, Björn encourages her eagerly — “Yesyesyes oh GOOD, Kay, big and powerful—” — and a flush of red runs down Kaya’s entire back as she trembles, gradually dipping down farther into the cup of Björn’s hands. The head is so hairy and warm, dropping and dropping, and there comes a point where Kaya simply holds it there, though she is still giving 120% effort.
Then when Björn thinks she cannot possibly push any harder, Kaya growls that out and gasps silently, raising her shoulders, and then she summons every muscle in her tired body and SHOVES down, waaaay down and massively hard. She pushes much too hard to contain the sound, which escapes her in strangled, jagged grunts and growls, drawn-out, and her sweaty muscular body shakes extremely hard with it, slowly dipping more into the water, her head raising and tipping on her shoulders.
The head bounces back in behind Kaya’s tissues, then it’s one more gigantic, brutal trembling push and Björn trails his fingers around Kaya’s tissue to feel that it’s finally at a crown!
Björn has to quickly lift a hand and plant it on Kaya’s lower back, pressing down, as Kaya reacts to the ensuing hellish burn of crowning by nearly leaping out of the water, screeching and gasping.
Björn tells her, “Bottom down, my sweetheart, oh you are almost done Kaya just breathe for me. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.” He instructs, but Kaya can hardly breathe. She is gasping, howling, making quick and hard grunts, and Björn feels the head in his hand launch slightly down with every one. It’s like a slingshot, bobbing down then up, down then up. The scalp is squishy in his hand, but he spreads his fingers to feel around the tight ‘o’ of Kaya’s tissue, and the skull is hard and very large.
Kaya tries to blow raspberries as she leans forward over the rim of the tub, muscular arms hanging over and her trembling fists raised in front of her face. Under the water, her legs are spread like a frog, shaking so hard, her feet on either side of Björn’s nude hips.
Kaya’s voice becomes very strained as her body commands her to keep pushing long and hard, choking on the uncontrollable urge. “Hu-ooouuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh GOD! Oh GOD oh-OUUUUUUUHHHHHHH!”
“That’s it, love, here it comes,” Björn says fiercely. He keeps one hand on Kaya’s lower back, the other all around the baby’s head. Gradually, one hard little shove at a time, it’s filling out his palm. Kaya is doing so beautifully, maintaining control, trying so hard to push the head out and not lose herself.
This is a hard birth, a large baby, and the intensity has Björn barely containing a sob. He needs to focus, for Kaya. For their child who is almost here.
The crown launches down into Björn’s hand as Kaya can’t help but let out a ragged, strangled screech. Her entire body is trembling and red, her hair standing up on end and sticking to her bulging neck and shoulders from the sweat. Sweat droplets pour down her back and into the water. As she fights hard, grunting and growling and screeching and not stopping, Björn tries to look down into the water to see the head coming.
Finally, Kaya finds the will to speak, but it’s a horrible sound in her throat. She’s nearly biting the edge of the tub, leaning forward and trying so hard to push her bottom down into the water. “HHRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHH!! OOOOOOOOUUUUUHHHHHHit’scrownii…nn…”
“Yes it is, love, almost at the forehead.”
“.......nnnnNNNGUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHH!!.... AAOOUUUUHHHHHhhhmmmmmmmmm……..mmmmmMMMMMMEEEEEEUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHH!!” Slick back expands and raises as she chokes on a gasp, then down — “HMMMMMUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
All of that gigantic pushing had brought the baby’s head out and in, out and in, just slipping a tiny bit out each time. Björn can feel that Kaya has pushed the head out to the brow. He can feel the features of their child’s face appearing. He can see them in his mind’s eye. He sobs, so unspeakably proud of the love of his life. He tells her, and he tells her how close she is, how she only needs a few more good strong pushes.
Kaya tries to look over her shoulder, but can’t. She is all red, all sweat, body hard and trembling. “Mylove—” A surprised gasp, a shift of head in Björn’s hand. “HUH–EEEEEIIUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHH!! FUCK!”
“Stay in control Kay, stay—”
“MMRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGHHHHH!!” Kaya grunts incredibly deep and hard, digging her chin into her naked chest and her forehead into the sharp edge of the tub as she flings a hand downwards and pushes their child’s head into her palm. Björn puts his hand over Kaya’s, praying.
The raw power of Kaya’s body and voice shakes the room. Björn goes deaf for the long moment it takes Kaya to push their baby’s head out to the nose. She is screaming, sloshing the water, but she just keeps pushing, knowing she’s so close because she’s feeling it all. Every millimeter of the head that is spreading and ripping her open. Björn can feel it too. His love pushes brutally hard, then again, then again, massively strong short shoves until the rest of the baby’s head pops out under the water, launching into their hands, and Kaya shudders and flinches upwards, yelping once, so loud.
She has not stopped pushing for some time. At a certain point, she became determined to get this baby out and not rest, and that is just what she keeps doing. It happens in flashes. They cry, feeling their baby’s big long head under the water, and then Kaya splashes up water to set both hands on the sides of the tub again, massive and muscular and strong, and she PUSHES like she never has before, summoning every muscle in her body to launch their child into Björn’s hands.
She holds…
Holds…
Holds…
And GRRRUNTS. And the baby’s head is out, but nothing more. Björn keeps his hands at the ready, trying to feel around the head—the chubby cheeks!—trusting his love to get their child out on her own.
“One more really hard one Kay, c’mon—”
And Kaya was already filling her lungs, then BEARING DOWN hard, SO hard.
“Bear down bear down,” Björn hisses, feeling their baby’s neck come out just a bit, as Kaya arches her sweaty, hard back, and pushes into her lover’s hands and lap with everything she has.
The innkeeper is knocking on the door—it must be them, because of the noise—and Björn becomes all the more determined for them to do this on their own. His wife is only moments away from giving birth, from doing it all on her own, and Björn will not interrupt nor distract her, not at this extremely pivotal moment.
Björn chokes on a sob, realizing where they are and what they’re doing. His love, Kaya, is giving birth right now. She is a few big pushes away from bringing their child, their little love, into the world. She has worked so hard. SO hard. This victory is no one’s but hers, and she deserves privacy for this moment.
Though she is surely exhausted and losing grip, she does not give up. Kaya pushes and pushes and pushes with the strength of gods, deaf to the knocking at the door, blind to the growing darkness in the room and the blood in the water. Involuntarily, she makes the most powerful noises in the world, sounding nothing like Björn has ever heard before, fighting with absolutely everything in her for the life of their child.
Björn can hardly hear himself, realizing somehow that he’s been talking.
“Push yes push Kaya, my love, come on sweetheart come on give it hard, push hard.”
What does it is Kaya’s body moving on reflex, or her quick thinking. She brings one leg up, her knee splashing through and poking out of the water, and she tips her torso back so she’s sitting nearly upright, as wide open as possible, their baby’s huge head a giant boulder between her legs. She gets in that position, and she’s absolutely dripping with sweat, body shaking with tremors and corded muscles popping, skin flushed like fever, and Björn finally has a good grip under their baby’s chin, and Kaya spreads her muscular arms, getting ready for the big push, shoulders raising…
And with absolutely everything in her, she LAUNCHES down, her head falling back on Björn’s shoulder as Björn scoots forward in the water and instead reaches around his wife’s front, under her huge and flexing belly, and by god how she PUSHES, summoning every last ounce of human effort imaginable, making an inhuman sound that tears up her throat, the last scream, the last effort, coming out coming out bearing down and out on the cusp of life…
The shoulder pops free, and it is the most horrendous pain of her life, but Björn has her, his naked chest pressed up against Kaya’s hard, tacky, trembling flesh, and Björn watches as a foot pokes through her rock-hard belly, then tumbles beneath the surface, and Kaya throws her head back one more time to push the waist out, and Björn goes deaf to Kaya’s birthing scream…
And a baby launches out and floats in a cloud beneath the water.
Kaya gasps like she’s coming to life, raising her head off Björn’s tense shoulder as Björn bears her entire weight, and all the pain and tension just falls off Kaya in an instant.
She flinches back as the baby’s hips launch out, and then in moments, as she’s gasping, she slips down Björn’s chest, splashing water, and reaches into the water with both hands for their child.
A euphoric sound bursts out of Kaya as she raises their baby out of the water in seconds, and there they are! So pink, so wrinkled, and so fat! Björn is so in love, sobbing, it takes him a moment to realize their baby is floppy and pale, and there is blood in the water.
Kaya puts the baby on her breast, leaning fully against Björn with her knees up, stroking the babe and panting, making soft worried cooing sounds. They both watch in tense silence, touching their baby, as just then, little purple lips hiccup, and their chunky bruised face crinkles in, and…
There is a crackle of a cry, struggling for a long time, and then finally it bursts out, the most blessed sound in the world.
Björn is sobbing and Kaya is moaning, dropping her head back on Björn’s shoulder and cupping the back of their baby’s huge and long head. And they have so much thick, dark hair! The baby screeches against Kaya’s breast, and Björn can’t even hear the knocking anymore. He just cries, and kisses his love, and they hold their baby safe and alone.
Imagine you're deep in labor with your enormous, oversized, posterior baby.
This hasn't come as a surprise. You've known what was going to happen for months now, and you and your partner have planned for this extensively. Still, though, it's one thing to make plans for this in the cold light of day, and quite another to actually endure it.
"Theeeeere you go, just like that for me." He supports you from your side, holding you close while you moan through a punishing contraction. "Just let your body open up. You're doing so good right now." A C-section is off the table, so you're definitely going to need forceps. Still, you don't need them just yet, so, for now, you can labor in your own birth suite before you need to go to the delivery room.
"Nnnnnh- Fuck- Pressure-" You feel your contraction peak as a bowling ball settles between your hips.
"Alright, spread your legs nice and wide for me." Your partner settles himself between your thighs as that weight drops even more, until it feels like your pelvis is splitting apart.
"Now, give me a hard push- I need a hard, hard push, okay?" He presses back on your legs, and you curl forward and scream with the effort as you give in to your body's urges. "There you go. And again for me-" You curl forward again, giving everything you have and then some to bear down on the huge mass in your hips. "And again-" More screaming, more pushing, more of the same desperate struggle through the overwhelming pressure. "Again-" You push one more time, fighting hard to move your baby down just a little more, bearing down with every bit of your strength until you slump back on the bed at the end of the contraction.
You push just like that through the next contraction, and the next, and the next, and the next… You struggle for what feels like hours as he mops your sweat and kisses your forehead and holds your hand and tells you again and again just how well you're doing, that you're so, so perfect like this. You feel the endless pressure crash over you more times than you can count, like your womb is trying to crush you to death, like your hips are so full you're about to crack open, like you're pushing so hard you're going to turn inside out. He presses his fingers inside you over and over again, reporting with excitement on every millimeter of progress as you work your baby down until, finally, he watches your lips start to bulge just a little. He spreads you open with his fingers and-
"Oh my God, I can see the head!"
You fall back against the pillow in relief. This is it! You're doing it! You were so afraid you wouldn't be able to get this baby out on your own, but now- "Alright, push again for me." You curl forward with renewed energy, determined to push as long and as hard as it takes to have your baby right here. "Good! Good! Come on, hard push for me!" You cry out again as you bear down onto the mass in your hips, as you give in completely to the huge pressure deep inside you, struggling as long and as hard as you can until your body forces you to breathe.
"There you go! Push again for me!" You give another huge effort, bearing down with everything you have while he watches the head intently for any sign of movement. "One more, okay? Come on, have our baby!" You throw your head back with the effort, squeezing your eyes shut and gritting your teeth as you try to force that huge weight in your hips just a little farther down. You don't even have to notice the look of sympathy on his face to know you haven't gotten anywhere - you can feel the head wedged deep inside you, stuck, if anything, even worse than before.
Still, the thought of the "delivery room" makes your stomach turn. You know what's in there. Stirrups, drapes, catheters and masks, forceps, scissors, and needles, bright lights and antiseptic and harsh metal. If you give in, you'll be spread-eagled, cut, pried open, and- Yeah, you don't want to go in there. You shake your head to his questioning eyebrow.
"Alright. Get these wide open for me." He presses your legs back as far as they'll go, and you hold them there while you feel the pressure build to more than you can stand. "Give me big pushes now. Hard as you can, okay?" You do. You push long and hard, again and again, struggling through the whole contraction without feeling the head move a bit. You fight to catch your breath and, before you know it, that pressure is crushing you again, taking your breath away as you desperately bear down against the obstacle lodged in your hips. Your belly clamps down and lets go and clamps down one more time as you pull back your legs, pushing with tears streaming from your eyes as you feel every bit of your effort ultimately wasted, as you feel your baby's head stuck hard inside you no matter how much you push.
"Alright." Your partner takes your hand tightly in his. "I think you're ready now-"
"NO! No- Please- I can't-" You can feel tears running from your eyes.
"Shhhhhhh, you're okay, you're okay." He pulls your head against his chest, and you can feel his fingers in your hair. "I'm here for you, but this head's just not going to come out on its own." You choke out a sob against his neck. "I'm sorry. You're going to need the delivery room eventually." Another cry. "But we can push right here as long as you need to. We won't go until you're ready, okay?"
No! It's not okay! It's the opposite of okay! Why can't he see that you don't want- "Nnnnnh-" You're cut off by another surge of pressure as your belly contracts again.
"Come on, hard pushes for me. Let it alllllll out." Your body doesn't give you a choice as you bear down, a feral animal giving in to instinct as you struggle with your stuck baby. You're no better with the next contraction either, giving a huge desperate push down into your hips that gets you exactly nowhere, nor with the one after that while your partner waits patiently, telling you, "Go ahead and push, we're not in a hurry", and "Don't worry, we can take as long as you need."
You hang your head forward and pull your legs back, fighting your way through the contractions one after the other. You feel pain and cramping, then pressure, so much fucking pressure, and then you push, and scream, and push again, and scream again. Then, a few quick moments to catch your breath, to feel yourself tired and soaked in sweat, clinging tight to his hand before it all starts again. You just want the nightmare to end. You'll do whatever it takes to get your baby out, anything to stay out of the delivery room, but there's nothing you can do. You feel the contractions come and the pressure crush you and you pushpushpushpushpush with everything you have, but the head stays right where it is.
Nothing you do seems to help. You try squatting and feel the pressure get somehow even worse as the head rides down in your pelvis, as you push again and again with brutal, uncontrolled fury. For a while it feels almost like you're making progress, so you suffer your way through the endless, punishing contractions, squatting and pushing like your life depends on it- at least until your partner checks you and finds out that all you've been doing is wedging the head inside you even more. You try pushing on your hands and knees, feeling your belly weighing you down like a stone. You try standing to push, and find that your legs can't even support your weight. You try getting on your back again, and find that your baby is just as stuck as before.
You're not sure how long it goes on, the endless haze of cramping and pressure and pushing, growing more and more exhausted with each desperate, struggling effort, but eventually things reach a breaking point.
"Hey-" Your partner nudges you back to awareness. "Look at me." He manages to catch your gaze. "You need the delivery room." At this point, you're too tired to argue.
"I'll call ahead - we'll need a wheelchair, too." Fortunately, there's one nearby for just such an occurrence. You moan with discomfort as he helps you into the wheelchair and you feel it force your legs closer together, and he can see the dread radiating off you as you make the short trip to the delivery room. "Shhhhh, you're okay. You're okay." You sink back in fear as you catch sight of the doors. "You're going to meet our baby soon! Just think of that, okay? You're going to meet our baby." He gives your hand a short squeeze before he wheels you into the room.
It's just like you expected - a large obstetrical table at the center of the room, a spotlight pointed directly between the stirrups, trays of gleaming metal instruments, the doctor and nurses in surgical scrubs, and you the star of the show. "Alright, we'll get you set up on the table here and then we can get started!" The nurses get started on the preparations, and they go just as you feared. Stirrups, drapes, mask, catheter, spotlight, more and more restraints… You catch a brief glimpse of the doctor, an older man beneath his mask and gown, as he runs through your chart. "Let's see here… Significant macrosomia, persistent occiput posterior expected - and confirmed - scheduled forceps delivery, pushed for… how long?" "About four hours since the head came down." Your partner checks the time, and the doctor raises his eyebrows. "This is pretty much a textbook 'undeliverable', but I'm sure you had your reasons."
The nurses finish their preparations, spreading the stirrups wide apart as the doctor approaches. You can feel his gloved finger trail along your lips for a moment before pushing inside, feeling for the position of the head. Apparently satisfied, he reaches for the forceps, and you watch as he takes a moment to coat them in lube before he takes his position between your legs.
"Alright, just take a deep breath in-" You hear your partner's voice beside you as you feel a burning, stinging coldness between your legs. You can feel everything as the doctor levers the hard metal inside you, pushing in deep and sweeping into place. "And let it out, there you go." You feel weak, shaky as you grip his hand for dear life. "And breathe in-" More stinging pain, more hard metal pressing, twisting deep inside, sweeping into position. "And out." You let out your breath, and-
"Oh, FUCK-" You feel the blades lock together around the head, forcing you open somehow even wider inside. "I can't-"
"Shhhhhhhh. Yes you can. I know you can, okay? Just a little longer." Your tear-filled eyes meet his for a moment, until you're interrupted by the cramping in your belly.
"Alright. Hard push with this one." The doctor tugs gently on the head as one of the nurses adjusts the stirrups a little wider. "Hard push for me now."
You feel the fullness in your hips finally overwhelm you as you curl forward and bear down against the crushing, unbearable pressure of your contraction. You don't even have the breath to scream as you feel yourself slowly opening up, as you feel the head bulling forward bit by bit, burning more and more with the doctor's steady pulling.
"Come on. Cooooome on. Have our baby now." Your partner grips your hand tightly, and you do your best to focus on his words, on his touch, rather than what you can feel between your legs.
You can feel the pressure crushing you, making you drive down against the baby stuck inside you with all your might. You push with a fierce, desperate intensity, gritting your teeth through the burn that grows worse and worse as the harsh metal tools drag your baby forward. Eventually, your concentration fails, and you cry out as the head forces your lips apart wider and wider, as you're forced to stretch so unbearably far for your oversized child.
"Push through it, okay? Just push through it! You're doing so good right now!"
As though you could do anything else, with your belly crushing the breath out of you, with the huge baby wedged deep in your pelvis, with every cell in your body screaming at you to push and push and push even more. You scream again as you give everything you have to try to get your baby out, fighting against the stirrups and the straps holding you down as you feel yourself pried open even further before you collapse onto the bed again.
"There you go, theeeeeere you go." Your partner's voice cuts through your weeping as the contraction fades. "Just hold on, okay? I know you can do this." You're not so sure as you fight to catch your breath, as you tuck your head beneath his chin and press your face against his chest, but your body isn't giving you a choice. All too soon, you feel that familiar cramping tightness, feel that same desperate pressure building up in your hips.
"Alright, push just like that with the next one." You can hear the voice coming from between your spread thighs, see the light glinting off the metal wedged so tightly inside you. "That's it, hard as you can. I'm going to pull-" You let out a cry of pain as the burning between your legs flares all at once. "Push. You need to push now."
You grit your teeth as the pressure finally overwhelms you, screaming internally as you feel the forceps steadily prying you open more and more, as you lose any semblance of control, bearing down on instinct as your opening catches fire. All you can do is just try to let it happen, to try to focus on the warmth of your partner's hand, on his words in your ear as your lips stretch and stretch and burn for the head.
"I know it hurts, I know. Just have our baby, I'm right here for you."
You can't make it stop. Can't slow it down. All you can do is hold on and try not to scream. You're almost doubled over with the force of your pushing, with your body's involuntary, desperate effort to force your child out right this second, feeling the relentless, steady pull of the forceps dragging the head out towards the world. You can feel the fire catching between your legs as your most sensitive place stretches wider and wider with no end in sight.
"Little more now, just a little more. I know you can do this."
Eventually, your resolve breaks down. You scream, long and wordless even as you still can't help but bear down with all your might. It's all just too much, the unbearable, agonizing pressure, the brutal cramping in your midsection, the inferno growing worse and worse as you're mercilessly pried open with cold, clinical efficiency. It's just more than you can take as you cry out again and again, as you push and scream and cling on for dear life, feeling the head open you more than you could possibly imagine until your contraction finally lets you go.
"PLEASE- PLEASE- I CAN'T-" You give your partner a wild, desperate look. "IT HURTS- I CAN'T-"
"Shhhhhhhh, you're okay, I've got you. You're going to have our baby now."
The doctor keeps a tight grip on the forceps and stops the head from receding. You fight to catch your breath while you're forced to stretch so wide open, struggling through every bit of the burning those harsh metal tools inflict on you. Through it all, the doctor can see your clit as stiff and ready as ever, standing proud over the stretched-tight circle of your lips around the head.
"Here we go now-" The doctor watches your belly start to harden once again. "You should crown with this contraction."
Relief and dread wash over you in equal measure. One one hand, you're that much closer to the end. On the other, this is going to get worse before it gets better. In the end, it doesn't matter - your baby is coming out no matter what you think. You feel your partner's hand tighten around yours as the pressure builds again, as your belly does its best to crush you once more.
"Alright, hard push for me now-" You start bearing down long before he says anything. "There we go. Let's have this baby."
"BURNING- FUCK- IT BURNS-" You feel the doctor start to pull with the forceps, feel yourself forced open wider and wider around the huge, hard mass of the head, feel your lips stretching more and more and more, pried open mercilessy no matter how much it hurts. You try to fight against the restraints, to squirm away, to buck your hips, but it doesn't matter. You can't stop pushing, can't stop stretching, can't stop screaming- "MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE!"
"You're tearing just a little now. We'll take this niiiiice and slow, okay?"
His words fall on deaf ears as you push with everything you have to just get this over with, to just have your baby whatever the consequences, but the doctor keeps a tight grip on the forceps, easing the head out of you inch by brutal inch. "GET IT OUT- GET IT OUT- GET IT OUT-" You scream, and struggle, and bear down as hard as you can, but none of it makes a difference - you're forced all the way open as the doctor pulls your baby out of you in a textbook medical procedure.
"Annnnnnnd, that's a crown! Nice and slow, just like that."
"GETITOUTGETITOUTGETITOUTGETITOUT-" You push again and again in huge, desperate surges, struggling in uncontrolled, animal panic as you feel yourself slowly splitting open, as you beg and scream and fight against the forceps delivering your baby. The head is barely moving inside you- the doctor maneuvers as carefully as he can, leaving you stuck stretching and burning and crying out again and again at the endless, inescapable ring of fire.
"Come on, just a little more now. Just a little bit more."
"GET IT OUUUUUUUUUT-" You writhe on the bed, frantic and desperate as you bear down like your life depends on it, pushing until your breath fails you, then pushing again, and again, and again. "PLEASE! GET IT OUT!" You nearly crush your partner's hand in a white-knuckled grip as your entire world shrinks down to the searing, blazing circle between your legs, to your frantic, futile effort to just split your lips open and get the head out while your baby is slowly, methodically extracted.
"Almost there now- Allllllmost-"
"PLEASE- PLEASE- PLEASE- PLEASE-" You're reduced to a begging, sobbing wreck, pushing involuntarily with your legs held open as wide as they'll go, a whole roomful of people staring intently at the titanic bulge forcing you open, at the medical instruments making you cry out again and again. "PLEASE JUST GET IT OUT-" You feel the head pulled forward so, so slowly, just a little bit at a time, dragged out of your most sensitive place in an endless, burning agony. You throw your head back and give one long, wordless scream as the doctor pulls again, as the forceps hold you all the way open, as-
"And, there's the head!"
"That's it! You did it! You did so, so good!" You collapse back against your partner, sobbing in relief. He takes you in his arms and you press your head against his chest, doing your best to shut out the world for just a little while.
The world, though, isn't quite done with you yet.
You hear a click the doctor unlocks the forceps, and you wince just a little as you feel him probe a finger around the edge of your opening. "Alright, looks like… bilateral labial tears, then a midline tear as well." You don't want to think about that right now. "They don't look too bad, though." His finger probes deeper, and you wince again. "And, nice rotation from the shoulders- We should be good to go!"
You try to hide from this, to just bury your face in your partner's arms and escape, but your body won't let you. No matter what you want, you feel the next contraction coming, feel the pressure start to crush you again. You just want this over with. With a few fresh tears in your eyes, you curl forward once more as you give in to the pressure.
"This is it! Push, and have our baby!"
You push. You squeeze your eyes shut and grit your teeth and push with furious, desperate intensity. You feel the shoulders shift forward, feel them bulge outwards more and more, feel them stuck there for a single, horrifying moment-
"Alright, let's have these shoulders."
You feel the burning explode between your legs as the doctor pulls down on the head, growing worse and worse as you struggle with the size of your baby. "GET IT OUT!" You feel yourself stretching even more as the upper shoulder comes, forcing you wide open as the doctor starts to pull up. "GET! IT! OUT!" You push desperately as you feel the lower shoulder coming, pushing with everything you have as you feel a fire blazing between your legs. "AAAAAAAAA-" The shoulders come slow as you scream your way through the pain, as you bear down with a huge, final effort. Your body jerks as you give one last push for the hips before you're left shuddering and gasping and so, so blessedly empty.
After a moment, you feel something heavy and warm and wet placed on your chest.
"Oh my God!"
You open your eyes, and look down to see your baby. Neither of you say anything as you stare in wonder at the life you created together, but you don't need to. You're both already counting down the days until you'll do this again.
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Oviposition story with an extraterrestrial (Erix, they/them) who has to lay their eggs into a host (reader). Erix and reader are in a poly relationship with Bo (he/him) who is supporting the birth.
CW: descriptive birth, oviposition, poly relationship, dead dove do not eat
Story under the cut!
I helplessly watched Erix pace the bedroom slowly. They moaned and rubbed their protruding tummy in a vain attempt to ease the pain. They didn't want me to intervene unless they asked for it, so I quietly sat on the bed with my pants discarded on the floor.
I knew Erix was an extraterrestrial, and I knew reproduction would look different for us. In order for Erix to have a biological baby, they would have to lay their eggs inside a host for incubation. It was Erix's dream to have their own children, and I would do anything to help them achieve that dream...including volunteering to be their host.
Unfortunately, the process for Erix's kind to lay eggs is extremely similar to human labor and birth: painful and long.
"Hnnngk! Aahhhh...ahhh...aaAAAHH," Erix suddenly doubled over and grabbed their stomach.
Our other partner, Bo, rushed to Erix's side. "Shh, breathe baby. Remember the breathing exercises. Hee hee hooo." So far, Bo had been incredible at supporting our extraterrestrial partner through labor. I was beyond grateful he was here to help us with the birth.
"Hoo...hooo....hooohhhh grrrrnnnnk." Erix gritted their teeth and leaned on the dresser to keep them upright.
Bo breathed with Erix until the contraction ended. "Erix, I think we should check you again. You must be getting close to pushing soon."
Erix wiped sweat off their brow and nodded, "everything feels so low," they said between deep breaths, "I think my ovipositor will be making an appearance soon."
Erix spent weeks explaining every detail of labor and birth to Bo and myself before we even began the process to become parents. I knew that Erix's ovipositor becoming visible was the final sign that they would be ready to birth their eggs into a host. It was almost my time to shine.
Bo helped Erix to the bed. I scooted over to make room for Erix to lay down and spread their legs with their knees bent. Bo glanced at me while Erix made themself comfortable on the bed. I must've looked worried because I noticed Bo's smile disappear for a moment.
Once Erix was comfortable, Bo focused his attention back to them, "okay baby, take a deep breath in for me..." Bo rested one hand on Erix's large stomach while he inserted two fingers to check Erix's progress.
"Mmmppphhhh...ohhh...nnnnggff..." Erix moaned as Bo checked them.
I noticed Erix's hand gripping the sheets on the bed. I grabbed their hand and gave it a light squeeze, "you're doing so well, beloved." I whispered.
Bo pulled back his hands with a big smile, "great news!" He announced to the room, "I can feel the ovipositor coming down. I think with the next contraction we can start pushing."
I felt my heart sink to my stomach. I was so excited for Erix to finish their journey, but this meant mine was just beginning. Watching Erix in so much excruciating pain made my anxiety about the birth so much worse.
"I think...I want to start pushing like this, on my back..." Erix requested.
Bo nodded in response, "that's a good idea. We'll let the ovipositor come out nice and slow before getting you both in position." Bo smiled at me sympathetically, "how are you doing, hun?"
I hesitated before responding, "I...I'm fine. To be honest I'm a bit nervous. Erix has been so incredible through all of this...I hope I can be just as strong as them." I felt a lump form in my throat thinking about Erix's labor. So far they'd been laboring for about 21 hours. Watching them power through so much agonizing pain was both inspiring and terrifying.
Erix squeezed my hand, "you're going to do amazing, my love," they smiled at me through their grimace, "we'll get through it together."
Bo took Erix's other hand, "okay baby, are you ready to push?"
Erix sat up slightly and nodded, "yeah..." they breathed, "ohh, another contraction is coming- it's coming ohhHHHAAHHHH!"
Erix bore down hard. I watched as they grit their teeth and furrowed their brow.
"SLOW! Slooow it down!" Bo yelled over Erix's cries, "we don't want you to get hurt! Small pushes now baby."
"Heeh, hee, ohh..kaay..." Erix sobbed. They gripped my hand harder as they panted and pushed simultaneously, "HEEEEU, HHEER, HHHEEEHHHH!"
"That's it, that's it baby! Easy does it!" Bo cheered. He got my attention and pointed between Erix's legs.
I gasped when I saw it. The ovipositor was slowly coming out of Erix with each push. It was a beautiful translucent blue color and about as wide as a soda can lid. The tip of it was rounded off, and had a small opening for the eggs to make their egress. It was about 4 inches long so far, but each push made it longer and longer.
I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. I wasn't expecting it to be so big! How was Erix's ovipositor going to fit? I couldn't possibly-
"AAAEEAAARRRGHGGGHH! FUCK THIS HUUURTSS!" My train of thought was cut off by Erix's screams. The ovipositor was about a foot long now, and it appeared to stop growing. I couldn't take my eyes off it.
"Breathe Erix! The ovipositor is here!" Bo exclaimed.
"Nnnnnnngggghg. Bo...the contraction isn't stopping- ohhHHHHH" Erix could barely get a sentence out between the waves of pain.
"That's the eggs moving down baby. Now that your ovipositor is out, the contractions are going to be longer and stronger. We have to get you both into position before the first egg comes down." Bo let go of Erix's hand and gave them a quick kiss on the forehead before moving to my side of the bed.
"NNnnnGGHHH. ERRGGGGH...Hhhaaaa- AAAAAHHH" Erix continued to scream as they brought their eggs down.
I got up from the bed and let Bo set up pillows and blankets. When he was happy with the setup, Bo turned around and pulled me in close for a hug. I let myself melt in his arms for a moment before bursting into tears.
"I don't know if I can do this Bo..." I sobbed into his shirt, "I'm so scared."
I could feel Bo kiss the top of my head while he squeezed me in one of his classic bear hugs, "you can do this, my love. You're so strong, and so brave. I'll be right here the whole time, just listen to my voice and we'll get through this."
I nodded and pulled back from Bo's hug, "okay," I got on the bed and laid on my back, "let's do this!"
Bo smiled proudly at me before rushing back to Erix's side. Erix was panting heavily and mumbling, "holy fuck...holy fuck..." under their breath while they gripped their large stomach.
"Erix, baby, listen to me," Bo placed a comforting hand on Erix's cheek, "you're not alone anymore. Your host is ready, and you two are gonna work together for the rest of the birth. You've done an amazing job so far, and we're in the home stretch."
Erix turned their head to look at me. From this angle, I could see how exhausted they really were. They were still panting heavily, their hair was slick with sweat, and they had dark circles under their eyes. I don't think I've ever loved two people more than I did in this moment.
I smiled at Erix and placed my hand on their round stomach, "I'm ready." I assured them.
Bo placed his hand on mine, "okay loves, let's lay some eggs!"
I bent my knees back and opened my legs as wide as possible. Bo helped Erix roll over onto their hands and knees. I felt Erix's sweaty body graze against my own as they got into position on top of me. Their heavy belly pressed down on my stomach, and their ovipositor rested eagerly at my opening.
I gazed into Erix's eyes as they laid on top of me. They looked so tired, yet so determined. I wanted to do this for them...for us.
Erix stared down at me and mumbled, "I'm going to enter you now...take a deep breath in..."
I did as I was told and took a deep breath before letting out a loud gasp. I felt the tip of the ovipositor enter my tender hole as Erix groaned above me. It was so big, but it was squishy and felt almost comfortable.
"Hooo, hooooooo. Okay, that's the tip in...are you alright? Can I keep going deeper, or do you need a second?" Erix panted. I could feel the quick rise and fall of their chest against my own.
I nodded quickly, "yes, yeeess, keep going baby."
Erix wasted no time in obeying my command. I felt the ovipositor thrust deeper in me, "uuuhhhhhhnmm" I moaned as they filled my hole and continued going deeper than I'd ever been penetrated.
"OoohhhnNNMMMPGHH" I moaned louder and louder. The pressure was getting intense, and I could feel the ovipositor slithering up my canal and finally reach my cervix.
Erix stopped for a moment to take a deep breath in before thrusting in, hard.
"AAAAHCCK" I wailed as the ovipositor pierced my cervix.
The world faded for a moment, and I closed my eyes. I felt Erix's chest rise and fall above me. They let out a sob before moaning loudly, "mmmmnngggghhhHH!" Erix was pushing again.
I realized I'd been whimpering, "oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," repeatedly under my breath. This is it, no going back now. The ovipositor was nestled deep in me, and Erix was already pushing the first egg down.
"mmmuuuUUGGHHHAAHHHHHH! AHH! FUCK!" Erix's moans of pain turned into full on screams. I felt their entire body tense up as they worked the first egg down into their ovipositor. I was so focused on Erix, I didn't realize at first that Bo was coaching us.
"Breathe, hun! You have to take deep breaths now." Bo was practically inches from my face before I noticed him beside me, "Erix is pushing that first egg down into the ovipositor now, so you'll be able to feel it at your opening any second!"
I made eye contact with Bo and nodded quickly. I could still hear shouts of pain from Erix, but they sounded more controlled now.
Just as Bo said, seconds later I felt the first egg at my opening. I felt Erix's body relax for a second while they took a moment to breathe. I took a deep breath in too.
"Hnnnncccccgghh" Erix groaned as they pushed the egg against my opening.
I heard the distant echo of Bo's voice shouting from beside me, "relax! Please, you need to relax and let yourself open up."
I let every muscle in my body go limp as I felt the egg slowly stretch my hole. Every ounce of me wanted to tense up and reject the egg, but I knew that would only cause Erix more pain. So I forced myself to accept the egg.
"HhhhnnneeEEERRRGGGHH!" I moaned as my opening stretched to the widest point. Suddenly, a small release as the egg popped inside me.
"Ooohhh," I heard Erix groan with pleasure as they finally felt the egg enter.
The contraction ended, and the room was filled with the sound of me and Erix panting loudly.
"Almost...done..." Erix assured me between breaths, "just need...to get past...the cervix..."
"Oh- okay" I gasped for air. I tried not to think about how painful it was when the ovipositor entered my cervix...
I couldn't do this alone, I needed support. I reached my shaking hand out to try and find Bo. Bo quickly grasped my hand, "I'm here," he whispered to me and kissed my trembling knuckles.
With my other hand, I found Erix's large belly and rubbed it comfortingly. I could feel the outline of many large eggs waiting to enter me.
Erix made a sound of pleasure when they felt my hand on their stomach, but the nice moment was short-lived. I felt Erix's body start to tense, and I could feel the next contraction building.
Erix and I caught each other's eyes and took a deep breath in together. I waited with anticipation while Erix gathered their strength for a final push.
"RRAAAHHCCHk!"
"AAAAAAAAHHHHG!"
We both shrieked in unison as Erix shoved the first egg inside me with one massive push. I screwed my eyes shut and gripped Bo's hand as hard as I could. The egg entered my cervix and exited the ovipositor simultaneously.
I felt Bo kiss my cheek while he wiped away my tears. I didn't realize I was crying.
When they finally caught their breath, I felt Erix laughing above me, "we did it, oh my god we did it!"
I moved my hand from Erix's stomach to my own. I could feel a small bump where the egg is. I gasped with delight at the sensation. Erix's egg was inside of me. This beautiful part of them was fully in me now.
"More...please, Erix. Give me the rest of them!" I begged.
Erix groaned above me, "are you sure? The next one feels much...bigger..."
Link to my 1st mega which has the majority of Lusty's stuff, some other birth hentai and also some sex hentai. [https://mega.nz/folder/bEdwCQjT#jYd-L4\_W2LnJhfL8QcJCdA](https://mega.nz/folder/bEdwCQjT#jYd-L4_W2LnJhfL8QcJCdA)
Link to my 2nd mega which is mostly real birth and prego stuff and also has some more of Lusty's videos and other stuff I couldn't fit into the 1st account. [https://mega.nz/folder/PmxSFALS#BGWT0JZ3KkagJCvcrKXGeg](https://mega.nz/folder/PmxSFALS#BGWT0JZ3KkagJCvcrKXGeg)
( Strong birth description in this story. Matured audiences only! )
Amanda put the high resolution binoculars to her eyes and quietly moved forward to get into a better position.
She had been hearing the rain bird's song all day. Now he was directly in sight! His beautiful colourful wings spread out overhead as he landed in the foliage just metres away from her well hidden spot.
Light rain began to fall but this didn't stop Amanda from remaining in this place. She quickly grabbed her camera with her free hand and snapped a few quick shots in rapid succession. This had been her reward for hours of hiking and persistence.
As she returned her camera to its protective case, she heard a loud cry vibrate through the trees. It was intense and powerful! She stopped and listened closer to where it was coming from. Another one, louder and longer echoed through the green canopy.
Amanda became curious! She gathered her equipment and started to follow the trail of the painful sounds. They grew more intense and overwhelming as she made her way to the edge of the local tribal village.
There was a large commotion in front of the central hut as a group of women rushed through the entrance and disappeared inside the large shelter. Amanda asked one of the villagers what was happening. She quickly explained that the Chief's wife was in deep labour!
It had been several months since Amanda had arrived in this part of the jungle. She had become good friends with many of the villagers. She also knew the Chief's wife and was aware of her present condition.
The older woman smiled at Amanda's enquiry. She could read her curiosity in her unspoken expressions on her face. Before she knew it, Amanda was escorted across to the entrance of the birthing hut. The older woman gently nudged her forward, telling her to enter.
"It is good luck to witness the delivery! It will help with your fertility!"
Amanda hesitated at first but quickly walked through as the sounds of pushing reached her.
The hut was humid! Not too hot but enough to feel overwhelmed by the temperature. The Chief's wife was in the middle of the space, surrounded by the village midwives. She was heavily straining downwards. She was vibrating against one of the women, crying and sobbing with intense pain. She leant forward and grunted wildly as her body experienced a new round of horrific surges.
"Its not coming! I can't get it out! This one is too big! TOO BIG! TOO MUCH! CANT DO IT!"
Despite her comments, Zara pushed, bearing down with all of her strength. Growling loudly, she heaved strongly onto the crowning sphere between her thighs. She couldn't take the pain. She had always suffered with birthing but this one was the worst of them. She didn't know if this one would ever come out. Taking a heavy breath in and out, she tried again. Harder and longer, she fought against the burning! The enormous dome squeezed forward with her strenuous efforts along with her body's powerful contractions. Zara grunted louder and wilder until she couldn't endure the agony another second. She cried out with the insane torture before collapsing backwards. The echoing scream of birthing bounced off the walls violently.
Amanda stood frozen and couldn't take her eyes away from the birthing woman. Her huge core twisting, the stretching of the head, her trembling convulsions with the pain, the sheer sounds of horrific suffering. It was all so intense, so raw, so primal, so intoxicating! The cries Amanda had heard in the jungle were far more less ferocious than the birther's present agony. The harsh birth was progressing rapidly.
Zara clawed at her supporter as fresh pain erupted through her nether region. She ached her back and shot forward in a violent, shriekng motion. The head midwife told her to push harder and longer.
"He is trying to come! He wants to get out! Endure the pain, Zara! Push him down and out of you! The Chief's child is coming. He is ready to be delivered. PUSH! PUSH! PUSH! PUSH! MAKE HIM BIRTH THROUGH YOU! GIVE BIRTH!"
The encouraging words gave her new focus and determination. Zara groaned loudly, bearing down with a frightening roar. She repeated this, louder and with more power and energy. Her entire body vibrated with the work of forcing the gigantic head through her pulsating entrance. She screamed wildly, pushing again and losing all control. Her body convulsed around the spreading opening as the humongous head spung forward and fully crowned between her red, pounding lips.
From that point, the birther seemed to find an inner strength that powered her forward. The primal need to deliver the baby took completely control of her.
Push after push, scream after scream, Zara began to force the child outwards. Her body's urges took charge. The only task was to push, bear and birth the child trapped at her folds.
The pain was excruciating. The pressure was blindingly horrible. Zara had no choice in the process. It was coming where she was ready or not! The cocoon of women that housed the birthing woman supported her, praised her and encouraged her to work despite the torturous ordeal.
The sounds of sheer desperation gripped the atmosphere. Amanda was stunned at the increased tension of the birther. Her cries grew more louder. Her pushing grew more frantic. Her entire composure was convulsing with the agonisingly harsh journey to the final stage of birth.
Amanda watched as Zara's face reflected the unbearable torment of finally driving the tremendously large head through her. With one loud, horrific roar, the baby's face became visible in a flood of birthing fluid.
Minutes later, Zara's exhausted body pushed the rest of the baby free with another wild screaming roar. The women cheered as it was announced that the Chief had another healthy boy.
Amanda quietly smiled to herself. The entire ordeal had left her shaking but strangely aroused by the birthing experience. One of the midwives saw the expression on her face. She rose and walked to her side.
"Birth is very natural! Powerful and primal. One day soon you will be bearing many babies as well. I can see you want it badly. Maybe you will get the chance with one of our warriors. Who knows? We will have to see what we can arrange!"
Amanda blushed and rubbed her belly firmly. Yes, we will have to see!
You should write about a centaur birth, I think that would be interesting especially with how you describe things, feeling the hooves and panicking on where the head is, only to realize it’s hands and you’ve still got basically a whole horse to go… I’d be very interested to see/read that!
I need to foal so bad. I’ve been in labor for days, slowly opening my cervix to accommodate a set of hooves wrapped around a huge baby’s head and shoulders, and then a second set of shoulders leading to the foal’s lower body.
The front hooves have been dangling out of my hole all day but there’s no urge to push so I know I’m not ready yet. It just hurts. Every contraction pulls my belly tight around a womb big enough to carry human quints, but it’s only one centaur foal. I can’t see the front hooves around my belly, but from touching them I know they’re huge. Foaling is going to be agony.
I’ve been pacing my favorite hiking trail all day with my stud. Naked. It’s remote and heavily forested—it’s only us.
Another contraction rips through me. “Ohhh,” I moan. “We should not have done this.”
“You begged for this,” my stud says, again.
I did beg for this. Twelve months ago I watched one of his centaur stallions give birth to my stud’s foal, and I lined up next to be bred. We weren’t even sure it would work. A human and a centaur? But it did. As my belly swelled I helped deliver foals for my stud from his other gravid stallions. I just helped a stallion foal last night, him screaming and braying with his contractions, me gasping and doubling over with mine. But he gave birth successfully at dawn and I didn’t. I’m not even pushing.
“I want it out.”
“You’ll get it out,” he says. “But it will hurt.”
That’s what I want.
It’s all I’ve thought about for a year. Begging to be bred over and over, then once I was pregnant, begging to be fucked every day until I couldn’t think. It’s much too late for second thoughts, but I am having them, and I’m also having a centaur foal.
I double over again and clutch my stud’s hairy arm. It hurts so bad that I can’t even make a sound. A tremendous pressure builds inside me but I’m locked in place. I don’t know what to do.
“I need to push,” I finally gasp. “I need to push really, really bad.”
My stud lays a hand on my shoulder and gives me a little shake. “Then do it! Push, boy!”
I dig my fingers into his arm and push. It’s indescribable. The foal’s bony front legs are being pressed into the sides of my sensitive birth canal by a head bigger than a bowling ball. Oh god. It will never get through my pelvis. My body forces me to push again before I can panic. I think the hooves are inching further out—I can’t tell. But it hurts. Oh god, it hurts. Every cell in my body below the chest is ripping apart in agony as I strain.
“No,” I wheeze, under my breath. “No, no, no, no—“
My stud lies belly-down beside me and leans me against his broad back. I drop my hands into his coat, and I’m at just the right height to half-sit there in a partial squat.
“Good boy,” my stud tells me. His upper body is turned at an angle so he can hold onto my shoulder. “Foal for me, just like that.”
“It hurts,” I whimper. “It hurts so bad. Oh—oh! Ohhhhh!” And I push. In this half-squat the head finally begins to make progress and I feel it squeezing through me. The front legs emerge a little further, and one of them gives a little kick. I give a half-scream, half-laugh.
“What was that?”
“You’re birthing a strong foal,” my stud says proudly. “I’m glad I bred you. You were built for this.”
I take a deep breath, tuck my chin to my chest, and push. The head begins to peek at my opening, I can feel the stretch continuing the job where the massive hooves left off. It starts to burn, hot and growing hotter.
“Ow ow ow owww, it huuurtsss!” I screech.
My stud squeezes my shoulder. “Good boy, you’re starting to crown.”
“It hurts! I don’t want this anymore! Oh my god, oh my god, make it stop!”
My stud shakes me roughly by the shoulder and bends me painfully over my belly. “Push, boy!”
I cry, and push. And I keep pushing. After every contraction my stud lets me sit up to take a breath, but when the contraction returns he bends me over again to put pressure on my womb. I don’t know if it’s helping. I don’t know if anything is helping.
“It’s too much,” I wail. “I’m going to die! We should not have done this!”
“Be quiet, boy, and push,” my stud grunts. “You’re at the widest part of the crown.”
That snaps me back into focus. “I am?” I ask shakily. It’s almost over!
“Yes. Push.”
I slide off of my stud’s back and squat deeply on the forest floor, pushing hard. Nothing. I push again. Nothing.
“No, no,” I start saying again. “It’s stuck—it’s stuck!”
I break out into sobs, and my stud catches me before I can collapse. He stands up with me, my legs bowed out around the bulge of the head, my feet well above the ground.
“You’ll give birth with gravity,” he says. He pushes his muscled front against my back and pries open my legs until I’m sitting wide on nothing—the air. The crown of the head and front legs.
“The foal,” I sob. “Don’t let the foal fall!”
“You’re nowhere near pushing it out,” he says, almost exasperated.
In a haze, I remember some of his stallions have foaled standing up, and the hardy foals hit the ground in the birthing pen without injury. I start pushing again, praying gravity will ally with me.
It does. Moment by moment, I feel the head coming. I take a deep breath and heave hard, and finally crown out the head with a spurt of fluids.
“Yes!” I scream as it happens, and the pressure release instantly arouses me. “Oh my god,” I gasp. “I need to cum.”
“Good boy,” my stud says. “Push on the shoulders, you’ll cum soon.”
“The baby hasn’t turned,” I say. But my arousal begs me to push at his behest.
“It’s not a baby,” he says. “It’s a foal. You don’t have the space for it to turn with its second body still curled in your womb.”
I’m incredulous. “No…no! It’s gonna hurt so bad! That’s like—that’s like crowning again!”
“Do you want me to pull it out?”
I didn’t. I’d had to pull only one foal from its struggling stallion, but his screams were unforgettable. His centaur cunt had much more room to stretch and maneuver and even for him the pain I inflicted while helping him was excruciating. So I shook my head.
“Okay. Then be a good boy and push. Push on my foal.”
I shiver, half from arousal and half from the fear of pain. Then I put both hands on top of my belly and press down, and push.
It’s worse than crowning the head. But the harder I push, the closer I feel to cumming. I lean into that feeling and try to let the pain drop away. It doesn’t, it still hurts, but my orgasm is building.
“Oh…ohhhh,” I moan.
“Good boy,” my stud whispers in my ear. “You’re a good boy, pushing on such a big foal. I know it hurts but it’s almost over. The upper body is almost out.”
I focus on his voice, and the stretch. “It’s coming,” I whimper. “It’s coming…ohhhh…ohhhhh. OHH. OHHHHH—AH!”
One shoulder lurches out of me. I don’t cum. I need to cum so bad—I need to foal so bad. I bear down again and cry out as the other shoulder pops out.
“Ow! Oh fuck!” I say. “Fuck—fuck, it’s coming out! OHHHHH.” I push hard and the body slides out of me to the waist. “It’s almost out, it’s almost out!”
“Not yet,” my stud says. “You still have to foal the lower body. Crown the second shoulders now.”
Fuck. “Fuck!” I scream. “I can’t! I can’t do this anymore! I need to cum, I need it to come out!” A painful contraction takes hold of me and I push against my will. The shoulders, the horse shoulders, press hard against the inside of my lips. I’m going to split open. The pressure of my foal and my blocked orgasm is painful, I’m overstimulated and I need release.
“Make it stop! We shouldn’t have done this—oh god, oh god, I need to puuuuuush.”
My stud holds me tightly as I bear down on his foal, half out of me already. The second shoulders burn in the ring of fire, worse than the head, worse than the first shoulders. I can’t stop pushing. I can’t, I can’t—
The second shoulders pop out of me and I cum, and birth out our foal onto the forest floor. I spasm with aftershocks as I stare past my now-deflated belly at the massive centaur foal shifting in the leaves below me.
“It’s out! Oh my god—it’s out!”
My stud lays me down carefully and picks up the foal to clean it. I’ve seen him with his other foals, and maybe I’m biased, but I think he’s regarding my foal with even more pride than his others. I just lay there catching my breath until I can finally say,
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Mother Nature stood at the end of the bed watching Elsa struggling to breath through her latest contraction. She waited until Elsa was gasping and ready to bear down again before she bent forward between her quivering thighs.
"Remember what I told you? It will get really intense as the tip starts to crown. Well, we are there now! Deep breathing and when you feel the shooting pain erupt, push down HARD!"
Panting frantically, Elsa could only nod as the pressure climbed to its unbearable peak. Elsa clawed at the sheets as the pain become intolerable. Her folds throbbed with the intensity of the approaching contraction. Her lips trembled with the expanding tip, igniting the flame that spread through her entire nether region.
Suddenly one of Elsa's iced fingers gripped her midwife's shoulder as her ragged breathing grew more laborious. Panting heavier and deeper, the pain was rapidly taking charge over the labouring mother. Squeezing down hard, Elsa felt the worst pain explode at her throbbing folds. An anguish scream erupted from her throat as the need to escape her agony engulfed her. Elsa cried out, pushing down with all her might to relief the horrific torture.
"Good girl! Push all the horrible pain down! That's it, Elsa! Push it hard and out! Don't fight it. It will only hurt more if you don't follow your body's commands!"
Growling downwards, Elsa bore through the intensity, clutching onto Mother Nature with an iron grip. The tremendous flames spread rapidly around her swelling opening. The red hot fire completely engulfed her parting lips. Pushing harder, Elsa felt a greater torture as the tip slammed at full force against the fire storm. Yelling out, she pushed harder and louder, desperate to escape the horrific onslaught.
"I know! Its happening! You are crowning it! The shooting pain is the worst agony of birth. A thousand knives between your folds. I know! But you must push! Push it Elsa! Don't stop! Push hard!"
Straining down with all her strength, the tip began to bulge outwards, sending Elsa completely over the edge. Screaming at the top of her lungs, she bore down with the primal cries of wounded prey. Her entire core convulsed forward as her body grew damp with the strenuous efforts. The wild fire was totally out of control. Elsa was lost in the act of bringing her child into the world. The burden of carrying her offspring was speeding towards its agonising conclusion.
"Push it out! Push it out with all your womanly strength. Birth is meant to feel like this, Elsa. The brutality of crowning is sadly part of the torture of childbirth! Push it down! Let it go! Let it all go!"
Vibrating with the sheer force of the enormous head powering forward, Elsa howled out as her body exploded over and over again. The blooming of the tip grew wider and much bigger with each harrowing push downwards.
"Thats it! Its coming! Your work is almost done! Hold onto me! You need to surrender and give me the biggest push you can imagine! It will come and it will be followed by the child!"
Elsa couldn't stop pushing even if she wanted at this stage. Shoving down hard, shattering screams echoed around the frozen birthing chamber. With the biggest push evet, the head finally exploded through, sending Elsa into an whirlpool of release and relief. Moments later, the rest of the child erupted free. Mother Nature lifted the wailing infant to its mother for nursing. She smiled at the frozen princess, proud of her handwork but knew she would be returning to deliver more giant babies in her future!
(Just a little taste of a bigger piece I'm working on)
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Jonah finds himself on his hands and knees, tongue hanging lazily from his mouth as he pants for breath.
"Here comes the second one!" He gasps, the familiar feeling of pressure and pleasure rolling through him.
His hands and knees press down into the soft moss below him, a blanket of nature shielding him and the baby from the sharp rocks and gnarled tree roots that carve into the forest floor where he'd stopped to give into his primal urges.
Sterling settles the first baby in a nest of soft grass just a bit away, unaware of the events taking place near him before making his way to Jonah's side and pressing skilled hands down into the muscles of his backside.
When the urge to push comes Jonah draws one leg up under himself for balance, dipping his hips low and throwing his head back as a drawn out groan creeps it's way out of his throat.
"Push, love," the older satyr murmurs, his hands adding pressure to the muscles above Jonah's flagging tail, "Push our baby out for me."
A gush of fluid escapes from between his legs, splashing onto the ground below him, and Jonah can feel himself yielding and opening to the head of their baby as it makes its way out of him.
His pussy is so incredibly full, even fuller than he was with the first baby, and somewhere in the back of his mind Jonah becomes a little concerned about the size of the kid making it's way out of him.
"This ones bigger." He grunts to Sterling, who hums back in agreement but doesn't stop the counter pressure on his hips. Theres only a few moments of reprieve before he's bearing down again.
Jonah shoves hard against the heavy weight and is rewarded with the stinging feeling of the gates metaphorically opening and his lips parting around the top of the head.
He lets out an ungodly sound, somewhere between a moan and squeal and cry as the bulge between his legs grows and grows.
Sterling leans back behind him, looking down and seeing the small melon sized mass that's stretching his husband's pussy in such a grotesque yet incredible manner.
'This baby is huge,' Sterling thinks to himself as Jonah's lips part around the baby making it's way out of his body.
Jonah, in turn, shifts his hips restlessly when the pain comes, whining and grunting as he's spread further and further and further without reprieve. His lips still have yet to part, the bulge there behind them just growing and growing in size as it drops further down the canal and makes it way toward the outside world.
He's stretched so tight, every single inch and feature of his baby pressing so hard against his canal as he bears down again, letting his legs both flop open and his hips dropping parallel with the ground.
This time when he pushes he feels the sharp burn of his lips giving way, his body yielding and opening for the baby to pass through.
"Stretching me- it's stretching my pussy!" He moans, bearing down and feeling another gush of fluid escape his gaping pussy, "I'm so full of your baby, Sterling!"
His husband doesn't answer for a few seconds, his counter pressure suddenly ceasing as he lets out a soft noise of concern.
"Wait, wait, hold on." He says suddenly, his hand going to Jonah's hip to still him.
"What?" Jonah grunts out, his hips rocking back and forth as he bends his knees more and leans his hips back.
"It's... it's breech..." Sterling says after a moment, his eyes opening wide in surprise as he brings his hand up to gently cup the coming rump of the huge kid leaving his husband's body.
I may be a trans guy with a pussy but if we’re talking cis mpreg I WANT him to give birth through his penis.
My alpha wolf, ripe for birth. He’s sitting up holding his hairy belly, shaking, his first litter. Me, on the floor between his spread legs while his crotch bulges.
“You’re ready for the first crowning,” I say. “I’m gonna help you cum the pup into your cock.”
He shakes his head, his cock is engorged and overstimulated after the 10 hours spent in labor, opening up the base of his cock like a cervix. But it’s not a cervix—he isn’t anywhere near 10cm dilated, and he never will be. His body is pushing the pup down without his help, so even if he’d rather labor uselessly, trying to dilate further, he can’t. It’s time.
I take his quivering cock in my hand and massage the base, where the pup is straining to get out. He whimpers and pushes into my hand, aching for relief from the pressure and pain.
“Good boy,” I say, and slip two fingers of my other hand into the tip of his cock.
“No, no,” my wolf moans. “That hurts.”
“I know, baby,” I say. “But your tip doesn’t dilate as much as the base, I have to stretch you out myself. You know that. Lean on me.”
Just like we practiced, he puts his clawed hands on my shoulders and his forehead on my forehead. Our breath mixes. I push my fingers deeper in his cock and he tightens his grip on my shoulders. A whimper escapes his muzzle.
“Good boy, good boy,” I whisper, and start rhythmically rubbing the inside of his cock and the bulge at his crotch.
His pants progress from pained to aroused. His engorged cock hardens and rises, his knot ripening with cum. This is the biggest his hard cock will ever be in his life, the moments right before he crowns a pup’s head into his penis while cumming harder than he’s ever felt, and much longer than he ever could without whelping. This litter, his first litter, is small, almost not befitting of an alpha. He’ll get to repeat this first crowning and cumming only three more times before he’s finished whelping.
“Fuck,” he whimpers. “I don’t want to do this.”
My hands keep moving. “You have to, baby. You’re the alpha now.”
“It hurts.”
“Only for a few more seconds.”
“Hnghhh….I, I…fuck I need to cum.”
I pull my fingers out, shove my pussy onto his cock, and squeeze his knot.
He screams and cums, gripping my shoulders hard, and the pup crowns into his penis, stretching my pussy wrapped around it. Birth fluids and cum spurt into me. His hips buck as he cums a second time inside me. I give a quick, practiced push, whelping his cock and our pup still inside him, and I support his stretched penis while he cums again, bringing our pup to a full crown at the head of his penis. I can see fur, dark fur.
“Fuck, fuck, it’s in my cock, fuck, get it out! Get it OUT!”
I jostle him back into position, his hands on my my shoulders. He digs his claws in.
“Shh, baby, be a good boy. You have to pant for this part, slow, slow. We don’t want you to tear.”
He moans and quivers as he tries to slow his breathing. “It hurts…” he whimpers.
The next contraction grips his belly and he gasps. The pup’s head begins to inch out of his cock, wet and slick. My hands support both him and the pup from underneath.
“Good boy, you’re doing so well, good, good,” I murmur, entranced by this introduction to our first pup.
His belly contracts again and he groans, then—as the pup’s head slides out of his penis, he screams, “Fuck! Fuck that hurt. It’s out? Is it out? Did I whelp?”
“Almost, almost,” I say. “You whelped out the head. Reach down, baby.” I guided his hand down to the head of his penis to feel the fur.
“That’s it?” he whines. “That’s our pup? It’s almost out. Oh fuck, it’s almost out.”
I squeeze his hand. “Almost there. You feel the next contraction? Good boy, now PUSH.”
He takes a breath, curls over his belly, and pushes hard, whelping the pup out into my hands. As soon as he feels the release he unclenches and screams.
“Fuck, it hurt! It hurt so fucking bad, fuck, fuck, why am I still pushing?!”
His crotch is starting to bulge again. I set the pup down in some waiting blankets and start massaging his knot again, slipping three fingers into his cock this time.
“The next pup is about to whelp,” I say, gently stretching his opening with my fingers. “This one will be easier. The first pup is always hardest. You want to cum again?”
I stroke him until he hardens, and when he’s ready to cum I don’t put his cock inside me—this will happen fast. He cums, screaming, and the second pup shoots through his cock and is forcibly whelped into my arms. He doesn’t get a break. The third pup is ready to crown into his penis, and with just a few strokes he cums the pup out completely. He doesn’t even have time to breathe—the last pup enters his penis in an afterstock. As he rolls through more aftershocks, he gradually whelps out the last of the litter.
“I—I still need to push,” he whines.
“Good boy, it’s the placenta, it’s almost over. Let’s get your afterbirth out.”
I pull my alpha wolf into my lap and he curls into my chest. I gently, gently start stroking him off, and he cums weakly, with a little whimper. He’s so overstimulated. Over the next twenty minutes he slowly cums, each orgasm pushing the afterbirth out. He cries a little when the afterbirth enters his cock, but he helps me by pushing, and finally he whelps the placenta into my lap. He can’t even lift his head anymore. I lay him down and guide each of our four pups to his teats, where they drink eagerly.
“I want to do it again,” he whispers, our litter wriggling against his chest and stomach. “I need to whelp a big litter next time.”
I put my hand on my belly, knowing that I will quickly swell from when I forced him to cum up against my womb.
“Okay, we’ll do it. But you’ll have to help me in a few months first…”
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Nicholas howled as he was rushed to the delivery room. His oversized baby was forcing its way through his birth canal at record speed. He cried out, clutching at the side bars as the automatic doors flew open to reveal a room full of ready medical personnel.
Nicholas shook wildly as the relentless pain pounded downwards. His swollen opening was stretched to its limit. The gigantic crown was squeezing constantly against his tight white hot entrance. He frantically begged staff that surrounded him to relieve him from his present agony. They seemed to annoy his words as their main focus was on the entrapped crown exposed to the entire birthing room. They were commenting on how large the head was firmly in place. They also commented on how long it would take to push such a humongous head out of his swollen opening.
"Oh please make it stop! It hurts! IT HURTS! THE PAIN! THE PRESSURE!"
Nicholas convulsed against the birthing table, struggling wildly with the rising torture of the crowning pain. He looked up at the hot lamps, heavily panting and sweating profusely.
"DO SOMETHING! I NEED TO PUSH IT OUT! NOW!"
Screaming out at the top of his lungs as the machines announced the next brutal cintraction, he bore down without permission, growling loudly.
"I can't take this pain! I HAVE TO GET IT OUT!"
"Nurse, prepare more Pitocin for the delivery. This is much larger than we anticipated. This baby has a super large crown. This will be a prolonged birth."
Nicholas tossed wildly as he pushed and strained with all his might. He couldn't understand why they were not trying to pull it out. The pain was breathtaking. The excruciating pressure was the worst torture he had endured. Squeezing down, Nicholas bore down until he couldn't do it anymore. He was yelling out with the endless intensity until he collapsed on the table.
"Oh please! End it now! Make it come out! Can't stand it! Oh please!"
Nicholas was reduced to an uncontrollable shaking wreck but the team continued their observations and procedures, fully focused on the birth process.
"Doctor, the next contraction is approaching fast. They are getting stronger, Doctor. The birthing contractions will be extremely intense."
Nicholas bellowed out as his body was shocked with the next round of immense surges. He howled and bore down, straining harder and longer. His labor was the most painful he had experienced. This baby was the biggest one ever with the largest head ever imaginable.
"NO NO NO NO NO! CANT TAKE IT! OOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! GET.....IT......OUT! OH NO! MORE PAIN! OOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
You should write about a centaur birth, I think that would be interesting especially with how you describe things, feeling the hooves and panicking on where the head is, only to realize it’s hands and you’ve still got basically a whole horse to go… I’d be very interested to see/read that!
I need to foal so bad. I’ve been in labor for days, slowly opening my cervix to accommodate a set of hooves wrapped around a huge baby’s head and shoulders, and then a second set of shoulders leading to the foal’s lower body.
The front hooves have been dangling out of my hole all day but there’s no urge to push so I know I’m not ready yet. It just hurts. Every contraction pulls my belly tight around a womb big enough to carry human quints, but it’s only one centaur foal. I can’t see the front hooves around my belly, but from touching them I know they’re huge. Foaling is going to be agony.
I’ve been pacing my favorite hiking trail all day with my stud. Naked. It’s remote and heavily forested—it’s only us.
Another contraction rips through me. “Ohhh,” I moan. “We should not have done this.”
“You begged for this,” my stud says, again.
I did beg for this. Twelve months ago I watched one of his centaur stallions give birth to my stud’s foal, and I lined up next to be bred. We weren’t even sure it would work. A human and a centaur? But it did. As my belly swelled I helped deliver foals for my stud from his other gravid stallions. I just helped a stallion foal last night, him screaming and braying with his contractions, me gasping and doubling over with mine. But he gave birth successfully at dawn and I didn’t. I’m not even pushing.
“I want it out.”
“You’ll get it out,” he says. “But it will hurt.”
That’s what I want.
It’s all I’ve thought about for a year. Begging to be bred over and over, then once I was pregnant, begging to be fucked every day until I couldn’t think. It’s much too late for second thoughts, but I am having them, and I’m also having a centaur foal.
I double over again and clutch my stud’s hairy arm. It hurts so bad that I can’t even make a sound. A tremendous pressure builds inside me but I’m locked in place. I don’t know what to do.
“I need to push,” I finally gasp. “I need to push really, really bad.”
My stud lays a hand on my shoulder and gives me a little shake. “Then do it! Push, boy!”
I dig my fingers into his arm and push. It’s indescribable. The foal’s bony front legs are being pressed into the sides of my sensitive birth canal by a head bigger than a bowling ball. Oh god. It will never get through my pelvis. My body forces me to push again before I can panic. I think the hooves are inching further out—I can’t tell. But it hurts. Oh god, it hurts. Every cell in my body below the chest is ripping apart in agony as I strain.
“No,” I wheeze, under my breath. “No, no, no, no—“
My stud lies belly-down beside me and leans me against his broad back. I drop my hands into his coat, and I’m at just the right height to half-sit there in a partial squat.
“Good boy,” my stud tells me. His upper body is turned at an angle so he can hold onto my shoulder. “Foal for me, just like that.”
“It hurts,” I whimper. “It hurts so bad. Oh—oh! Ohhhhh!” And I push. In this half-squat the head finally begins to make progress and I feel it squeezing through me. The front legs emerge a little further, and one of them gives a little kick. I give a half-scream, half-laugh.
“What was that?”
“You’re birthing a strong foal,” my stud says proudly. “I’m glad I bred you. You were built for this.”
I take a deep breath, tuck my chin to my chest, and push. The head begins to peek at my opening, I can feel the stretch continuing the job where the massive hooves left off. It starts to burn, hot and growing hotter.
“Ow ow ow owww, it huuurtsss!” I screech.
My stud squeezes my shoulder. “Good boy, you’re starting to crown.”
“It hurts! I don’t want this anymore! Oh my god, oh my god, make it stop!”
My stud shakes me roughly by the shoulder and bends me painfully over my belly. “Push, boy!”
I cry, and push. And I keep pushing. After every contraction my stud lets me sit up to take a breath, but when the contraction returns he bends me over again to put pressure on my womb. I don’t know if it’s helping. I don’t know if anything is helping.
“It’s too much,” I wail. “I’m going to die! We should not have done this!”
“Be quiet, boy, and push,” my stud grunts. “You’re at the widest part of the crown.”
That snaps me back into focus. “I am?” I ask shakily. It’s almost over!
“Yes. Push.”
I slide off of my stud’s back and squat deeply on the forest floor, pushing hard. Nothing. I push again. Nothing.
“No, no,” I start saying again. “It’s stuck—it’s stuck!”
I break out into sobs, and my stud catches me before I can collapse. He stands up with me, my legs bowed out around the bulge of the head, my feet well above the ground.
“You’ll give birth with gravity,” he says. He pushes his muscled front against my back and pries open my legs until I’m sitting wide on nothing—the air. The crown of the head and front legs.
“The foal,” I sob. “Don’t let the foal fall!”
“You’re nowhere near pushing it out,” he says, almost exasperated.
In a haze, I remember some of his stallions have foaled standing up, and the hardy foals hit the ground in the birthing pen without injury. I start pushing again, praying gravity will ally with me.
It does. Moment by moment, I feel the head coming. I take a deep breath and heave hard, and finally crown out the head with a spurt of fluids.
“Yes!” I scream as it happens, and the pressure release instantly arouses me. “Oh my god,” I gasp. “I need to cum.”
“Good boy,” my stud says. “Push on the shoulders, you’ll cum soon.”
“The baby hasn’t turned,” I say. But my arousal begs me to push at his behest.
“It’s not a baby,” he says. “It’s a foal. You don’t have the space for it to turn with its second body still curled in your womb.”
I’m incredulous. “No…no! It’s gonna hurt so bad! That’s like—that’s like crowning again!”
“Do you want me to pull it out?”
I didn’t. I’d had to pull only one foal from its struggling stallion, but his screams were unforgettable. His centaur cunt had much more room to stretch and maneuver and even for him the pain I inflicted while helping him was excruciating. So I shook my head.
“Okay. Then be a good boy and push. Push on my foal.”
I shiver, half from arousal and half from the fear of pain. Then I put both hands on top of my belly and press down, and push.
It’s worse than crowning the head. But the harder I push, the closer I feel to cumming. I lean into that feeling and try to let the pain drop away. It doesn’t, it still hurts, but my orgasm is building.
“Oh…ohhhh,” I moan.
“Good boy,” my stud whispers in my ear. “You’re a good boy, pushing on such a big foal. I know it hurts but it’s almost over. The upper body is almost out.”
I focus on his voice, and the stretch. “It’s coming,” I whimper. “It’s coming…ohhhh…ohhhhh. OHH. OHHHHH—AH!”
One shoulder lurches out of me. I don’t cum. I need to cum so bad—I need to foal so bad. I bear down again and cry out as the other shoulder pops out.
“Ow! Oh fuck!” I say. “Fuck—fuck, it’s coming out! OHHHHH.” I push hard and the body slides out of me to the waist. “It’s almost out, it’s almost out!”
“Not yet,” my stud says. “You still have to foal the lower body. Crown the second shoulders now.”
Fuck. “Fuck!” I scream. “I can’t! I can’t do this anymore! I need to cum, I need it to come out!” A painful contraction takes hold of me and I push against my will. The shoulders, the horse shoulders, press hard against the inside of my lips. I’m going to split open. The pressure of my foal and my blocked orgasm is painful, I’m overstimulated and I need release.
“Make it stop! We shouldn’t have done this—oh god, oh god, I need to puuuuuush.”
My stud holds me tightly as I bear down on his foal, half out of me already. The second shoulders burn in the ring of fire, worse than the head, worse than the first shoulders. I can’t stop pushing. I can’t, I can’t—
The second shoulders pop out of me and I cum, and birth out our foal onto the forest floor. I spasm with aftershocks as I stare past my now-deflated belly at the massive centaur foal shifting in the leaves below me.
“It’s out! Oh my god—it’s out!”
My stud lays me down carefully and picks up the foal to clean it. I’ve seen him with his other foals, and maybe I’m biased, but I think he’s regarding my foal with even more pride than his others. I just lay there catching my breath until I can finally say,
