This was not normal. Labour progression shouldn't be that quick. Contractions shouldn’t move on that quickly in just one hour.
But then again, it wasn’t a normal pregnancy he was having.
Mensha could barely remember how he got here in the first place as he sat himself into a deep squat to try and encourage his body to break his water. He was on a college camping trip with his buddies and his mentor before this all happened. They had their usual fun: fishing, hiking, trekking, discovering new plants and animals, sharing campfire stories, the works. The whole week was all fun and games, and nothing could top that.
On the last day of their trip, they decided to go for a bit of mushroom-hunting before they leave to civilization. Mensha decided to be a hero and separated from the group to get more mushrooms—which was a big no-no during camping—and before he knew it, he was absolutely lost in the woods. No amount of retracing his steps was able to get him back to his group as it only led him deeper and deeper into the unknown nature.
Just when he thought he couldn’t get any more lost than he already was, he somehow found himself stepping out the edge of a cliff and would’ve fallen to his death if it weren’t for his savior Drachma. Though unfortunately, instead of bringing him back to civilization, Drachma had taken him as his mate and had kept him prisoner in his cave.
From what he could understand from how Drachma looked and behaved, it seemed that he was some kind of a lupine humanoid possibly created by an experiment gone wrong. His body physique was of an Earthling, and he wore only a pair of tattered and torn jeans, which was probably the last closest thing of his humanity, and he could only say one word at a time. Drachma was probably not even his real name because technically Mensha gave him that name because there was a tag on his ear that read “Drachma Industries”, which further confirms his suspicion of Drachma being a science experiment.
The moment he was in his captivity, Drachma didn’t waste time to get down and dirty. Mensha wasn’t a virgin, since he lost it to his ex-boyfriend a couple of years ago, but it still hurt as Drachma’s size—he had to admit—was pretty impressive and wasn’t easy to fit it all in at first sex. They went at it for the whole night that fateful day, and since then he belonged to Drachma, whether he wanted to or not.
It wasn’t like he never tried to escape. He would attempt it every chance he got and every time he did that, Drachma’s sensitive nose and amazing lupine tracking skills would catch up with him. The furthest he had ever went was towards the waterfall a few hundred miles away from the cave before Drachma got him back, and every time he brought him back home, punishment would await him in the form of all-nighter rough sex.
When he was pregnant, Drachma’s attitude changed dramatically. He was almost like a domesticated dog around him, grooming and fawning about him like he was the most precious thing in the world to him. It was an absolute 360 degree change that he didn’t know what to do with it.
Before, he would just dump whatever food he could find for him and let him do whatever he wanted with it (which Mensha put his camping skills to work cleaning and cooking it by himself), but now he would actually make the effort to find something he could actually eat without cooking it. He couldn’t imagine which camp he had to raid or who he had to hurt getting the food, and he didn’t want to anyways.
Before, he would more or less watch him like a hawk whenever he wanted to go to the nearby pond to bathe, but now he personally helped him to wash, cleaning every nook and cranny of his body.
Before, he would just leave him there in the cold at night and snore his head off, but now he would actually cuddle him and try to find some covers to keep him warm during bedtime. Somehow he managed to even snag a sleeping bag for him, probably from some other poor camping sap.
Before, he would just fuck him and be done with it, but now he was actually doing it with tender, loving care, thrusting into him nice and slow as to not hurt the baby inside him and would only go faster and harder when Mensha allowed it. He didn’t think sex with Drachma would be this amazing now that he had control over how he wanted it to go, but as the pregnancy hormones kicked in to his horny phase, he didn’t mind Drachma just fucking his brains out for all he cared, but the latter would only do it if he allowed it.
He had tried to use this opportunity to escape him since he could tell that at his condition, Drachma would do anything for him and would not try anything to harm him or the baby. He waited one night until Drachma was fast asleep before he gathered himself and tried to creep out of the cave as quietly as he could. The thought of finally ridding himself of his captor and getting rid of the abomination within him as soon as he got to civilization filled his mind until he was stopped in his tracks by Drachma’s whine.
When he turned warily to look at Drachma, waiting for the impending pounce and the subsequent punishment, he was met with the saddest eyes he had ever seen. The lupine humanoid didn’t do anything to stop him, but his eyes were filled with such sorrow that it melted Mensha’s heart. He knew then that Drachma actually loved him and he was too far gone into the pregnancy to leave him anyway.
He stayed with Drachma in this cave ever since.
He was now on the said sleeping bag that he had positioned between the wall of the cave and a huge rock, trying to breathe through the next contraction, resisting the urge to push. He had learned from sex-ed classes back then that unless you’re about at least a minute apart, you should not push lest it would drain your strength and strain your womb as it is still getting ready for the birth. Judging by his size, he had a feeling that most likely he was going to have multiples, and the babies he was going to give birth would a hybrid, what with Drachma’s genetic makeup. He just hoped that they wouldn’t come out too deformed; he shuddered to think about how he would react if it came to that.
After another 15 minutes, the overwhelming urge to push was too much for him to hold back. He finally gave in and pushed down as hard as he could, using the wall of cave as his leverage/makeshift stirrups and the rock as his support. Gripping hard on the sleeping bag he was lying on, he pushed along with the contractions, trying not to rest too much in between so that it would not hinder the baby’s progress. In the back of his mind, he worried that his narrow hips might give him some trouble, but it didn’t matter now. The babies wanted out, and they wanted out now whether he liked it or not.
Mensha let out a scream when he felt the fabled ring of fire down his vagina, telling him that the first baby is starting to crown. The more he pushed, the more it hurt, and when he tried to pant through the next contraction to avoid tearing, it just felt even more painful and there was no progress. Was this supposed to hurt this bad? He knew it would hurt, but it shouldn’t hurt that bad, should it?
Mensha sat up a bit more and looked down to his vagina to see what was going on. As he reached down to touch it, he could feel the hair, but not the round shape of a head as he expected. Instead, it was the slight ridges of a backbone surrounded with fur. He swore as the situation dawned to him.
He was having a breech birth, and it was sideways at that.
Despite his heart racing with worry, he tried his best not to panic. The babies counted on him to be born, and Drachma wasn’t around (he was out for a hunt), so he had to keep it together. There was no way he could get to the nearest hospital to deal with this problem, and forget trying to operate on himself to try and get the baby out (even though he did have his pocket knife), so the next best thing was to try and maneuver the baby into a proper position. It was this or die in pain. It was not or never.
Taking a deep breath, he stuck his hand down into his vagina and tried to shift the baby’s position, while his free hand occasionally massaged his belly to help it along. His pussy burned and probably was tearing but he couldn’t stop now. Whenever a contraction came, he tried to push as little as possible while trying to shift the baby at the same time, hoping that it would help. He was littered with cold sweat and his sleeping bag was soaked almost through with his blood and sweat, but that was not important. His main concern right now is to deliver this baby safely.
After about an inhuman couple of hours, he miraculously was able to shift the baby and finally feel its round, hairy head. He sighed in relief and finally started pushing down as hard as he could at each incoming contractions. He didn’t care that he was sweating like a pig and crying and sobbing in a total mess and screaming like he was being gutted alive; the feeling of the baby finally inching out of him was compensation and encouragement enough to keep him going.
“Please, please, please…Please get out…!!” Mensha begged as he pushed down again. Pulling his feet off the wall and down on the ground as he sat up more, he reached down to cradle the baby’s head that was fully out in his hands. Smiling weakly as he could feel its facial features, he bore down as hard as he could to try and free the shoulders out. His vagina stretched to its widest as the hard, angular shoulder popped out both at the same time, paralyzing Mensha for a second with excruciating pain, his eyes and mouth wide open, unable to make a sound.
Before he knew it, his body gave in to another contraction and pushed the rest of the baby out pretty quickly, and at the same time, a gush of reddish fluid poured out from inside him, indicating that his water had finally broken. Groaning, he fell back with his firstborn in his arms and gasped for breath, earning his much deserved reprieve before his next one.
Through his slightly blurred vision from his tears and sweat, he could make out the features of his tiny squalling baby. It was probably about 9 pounds, judging by the weight and the size in his arms, and it had floppy ears and dark brown fur down its back. It had a thick mop of dark brown on its head and it had his eyes, and when Mensha checked its nether regions, it was revealed to be an Earth boy.
“Hey there, baby,” Mensha whispered as he cuddled and kissed him. “You really put us both through a wringer there, but welcome to the world.”
Reaching weakly for his duffel bag—the only possession he had with him when he was first lost in the woods—he took out his pocket knife and his towel. He cut the cord while pushing the afterbirth out, then wrapped his towel around the baby before laying him next to the duffel bag.
“Time to get your sibling out,” Mensha panted as he waited for the next contraction to come before pushing down with all his might.
After 20 minutes of pushing, the next head came crowning. He had tried to diddle himself like the people in the articles he read about pleasure birthing to try to get his mind off his fatigue and pain. It worked, but only just. He decided to switch positions and went on all fours, rocking his hips to and fro as he carried on pushing with the contractions. Another gush of water came pouring out of him, soaking his thighs and the sleeping bag below him as the shoulders started to make their way out. Did they have their own sac of amniotic fluid for each baby or something? He wouldn’t know; his babies were not normal to begin with, it’s a given that they may differ from normal babies.
Another few rubs of his clit and a couple more pushes later, the baby finally slid out into his waiting arms. It was an Earth girl, and she had his dirty blonde hair and fur on her back, with the same floppy ears and eyes as Drachma’s. As soon as the baby came out, another head started crowning, and Mensha couldn’t hold back his groans.
“Oh god…How many are there in me…?!” Mensha whimpered as he pushed down, sliding the baby girl’s afterbirth out of him while at the same time inching the new head out more. Shakily, he cut the baby girl’s cord and wrapped her together with her brother in the same towel before continuing with the pushing. At the corner of his eye, he could see Drachma coming home, dragged a huge stag that he had caught from his hunt. Looks like it was Drachma’s lucky day today.
“D…Drachma…Drachma…H-Help me…”
Drachma’s ears perked up at Mensha’s whimpers. He turned to see him at his spot in the cave and caught a whiff of his two newborns and quickly made a mad dash towards him, whining and nosing his cheeks worriedly.
“Baby…?” Drachma asked in his usual one-word way.
“Yes…” Mensha nodded as he pushed down along another contraction. “It hurts…It hurts…!!”
“Pain?”
“Yes, pain. It hurts…I…I can’t do it anymore…”
Drachma nosed his cheeks and neck again, his way of trying to encourage him.
“No…No, I can’t…”
“Can,” Drachma insisted as he licked his salty cheeks and brow. “Can.”
Mensha whimpered, shaking his head.
“Love. Love.”
Mensha gasped a little at his word. Did he just say (in his own way) that he loved him? Did he really? And did he himself…? His thoughts were interrupted with another contraction and he finally gave in to the pushing, grabbing onto Drachma for support as he screamed out, pushing the head free from him womb. He didn’t care if he was tearing any further or not, and he didn’t bother to want to pant through the crowning process anymore. He just wanted the baby out, and right now.
Once he managed to get the shoulders out, his water broke again, and Drachma, as if in instinct, leaned down to lick it off his thighs. When he started lapping around his vagina folds, Mensha couldn’t help letting out a moan. It felt so much better than trying to diddle himself, and it was doing a better job keeping his mind off the pain.
“Nnhh…Don’t stop…Keep doing that while I push, please…”
Drachma didn’t show any intention to stop anyway, as if the amniotic fluid was like a drug to him. Facing Drachma with his legs spread and feet on his shoulders for support, he pushed that one final time and freed the baby from his womb.
“Ohh, yesss…!! Mmmhh…Finally…”
Pushing the afterbirth out, he watched as Drachma’s paternal instincts took over and licked the newborn clean. It was a Neo-boy, with a mix of their hair colour (Drachma’s being more dominant) and Mensha’s eyes. As Drachma moved on to lick the other newborns in the towel clean, Mensha groaned as another contraction, though not as bad as before, and the feeling of something descending down his canal returned.
“Oh god, not another one…How many are there in me…?”
Drachma heard his distress and diverted his attention to him once more. Putting the third newborn to join his siblings on the towel, he returned to Mensha and resumed his position just now, looking at him with questioning eyes as if he wanted to be licked again like just now.
“Yes, please…Do it…I’m gonna push now…”
Soon, the process repeated itself again: Drachma licking the blood and womb juice that leaked out and Mensha pushing along with the contractions. 15 minutes into pushing, his water broke again and Drachma was quick to lap them up clean.
“Oh god, please, let this be the last one, please…” Mensha whimpered as the head began to crown. “Ooh, yes, right there, keep going…”
With less painful contractions wracking through his body and lesser mass within him, he could feel the licks even more and it was starting to feel even more pleasurable than it should, especially when his pussy was more sensitive than ever after pushing three babies out. Clawing at the sleeping bag to anchor himself, he instinctively met his hips with Drachma’s tongue to feel more of its sensation against his clit.
“Yes, yes, right there, yes, lick harder, please…”
Drachma obeyed every command, licking off the blood and fluids off him, while at the same time indirectly lubing Mensha up for the head to slide out better. As he had hoped, the head popped out very quickly due to the lube as well as its 3 siblings paving the way. The pit of his stomach began to tighten as he could feel an incoming orgasm within him as he whined for more of Drachma’s tongue.
“M…More…More, please, we’re almost there…”
Mensha pushed again at every incoming contraction, and along with the licking, caused the pit of his stomach to tighten more.
“Yes, yes, yes, I’m gonna come…I’m gonna come…!!”
Drachma licked even harder, literally pressing his tongue hard against his clit.
“Yes, yes, yes, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m COMING~!!!”
Mensha almost bowed in half as he came, his pussy squeezing around the baby until he freed both its shoulders out at once, just like he did with his firstborn, but he was in too much pleasure to feel the pain as another one started rolling in.
“Yes, yes, oh god, here I go again~!! Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuucccckkk~!!!”
Another orgasm came rolling in, pushing out the baby more, his hips rolled and gyrated at the shockwaves of his climax again and again. Drachma was not quite done yet with him. He wanted to taste more of his mate’s love juice and licked his hardest.
“Oh god, no, you’re making me come aaagggaaaaaaaiiiiiinnnnnnn~~~!!!!!!”
That one last orgasm forced the last bit of the baby out, afterbirth and all, and into Drachma’s arms. It was a Neo-girl, with also a mix of their hair colour (Mensha’s one being more dominant this time) and Drachma’s eyes. As he panted hard in relief, he realized that he had a pair of each: Two Neo-babies and two Earth babies. They were all about roughly 9 pounds each, and they were all very beautiful.
“Crap…Can’t believe I pushed all these babies out and haven’t died yet,” Mensha said as he stared at his four babies in wonder. “I need to properly clean them, Drachma. Can you bring us to the pond?”
Drachma nodded and waited for Mensha to carry all four babies in his arms before carrying them all to the pond. He helped to wash Mensha while Mensha cleaned all the babies off the blood and goo, wrapped them all up in another fresh towel he brought along with him. By sundown, Mensha was all tucked in the nest that Drachma made for him a few weeks prior to the birth and the babies taking turns suckling his milk.
“Cute,” Drachma breathed as he nuzzled Mensha, watching him in amazement at the feeding.
“Yeah, Number 1 and Number 3 looks exactly like you,” Mensha smiled.
“Thank.”
“No, thank you. Without you, I wouldn’t be able to give birth to all four of them. I would’ve just curled up there and died.”
“Name?” Drachma nosed the babies that have done feeding and curled up against Mensha’s very deflated middle.
“Hmm…” Mensha considered, then pointed at them one by one, “This one I’ll name him Logan (the firstborn), this one I’ll name her Loran (the second-born), this one Mishka (the third-born) and finally this one Marushka (the last-born).”
Drachma nodded in agreement at all the names he suggested. His limited vocabulary wouldn’t allow him to think of names even if he wanted to anyway.
“I…I love you, Drachma…” Mensha finally gave in to his feelings, blushing as he realized he had admitted what he had been feeling all along since that fateful night he saw Drachma’s sad eyes.
“Love…” Drachma smiled as he leaned in to give him a kiss, a real kiss that normal people give to their soul mates, and Mensha eased into it, savouring the emotion that came with that kiss.
The public never found Mensha, and he was officially written off as dead. Mensha knew deep down inside that the world had forgotten him since it had been so long since he first got lost and has yet to receive any help, but even so, he didn’t really mind. Even if he was found, who knows what the “civilized world” would do to him and his babies, and who knows what the people from this illusive “Drachma Industries” would do to his beloved mate either.
He had Drachma and his babies, and that was enough for now.
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