Ocean Delivery

Unlucky Lockie, his friends used to call him. The anthro seal certainly had his share of misfortune over the past year. Accidentally impregnated by an ex-lover who abandoned him, the fisherman couldn't afford to stop working even as he approached full term. An ill-fated fishing trip and a leaky life boat left him here naked in the water, struggling to reach the nearest land before his baby arrives.

Already, the contractions were becoming unbearable. Gritting his teeth as another pain seized him, the young seal willed his limbs and tail to propel himself forward.

Lockie was a strong swimmer, His natural talent honed and exhanced by years of practice. But even he couldn't keep going for much longer. The ocean waves were slowly but surely sapping his strength away. Unhelpful too was his unaerodynamic swollen belly, tight and heavy with new life he resigned to bear. He envied his feral counterparts, freely inhabiting these waters that were so treacherous to him. 

The contractions were only getting stronger. He had to keep going.

He tried to stay calm, keeping strokes smooth and efficient as pressure built in his hips and the pain radiated down his back and legs. The last thing he wanted was to panic and splash uselessly in the ocean while trying to push out a baby. He had to reach land.

His water broke, amniotic fluids mixing into the seawater. The contractions were so much more agonising now. His baby had dropped low, low in his pelvis. The labouring seal desperately fought to keep his legs moving as pressure multiplied, the baby's head feeling large and heavy like a bowling ball between his legs as he swam.

The anthro seal swam up to a pristine sandy beach. He felt his paws touch the sandy seafloor and cried out with joy. Weakened from the long swim and aching all over from labour, he slowly waded in chest-high water towards dry land.

Suddenly, he was in the throes of another contraction, and an intense, unstoppable urge to push. He had no choice but to push, even as he continued to trudge towards the beach. His body was no longer his, but a breeding vessel to bring life into the world, whether he was ready or not.

There were barely any breaks between contractions now. He couldn't walk any further as his body became consumed by the need to push and give birth. He collapsed and laid on his side on a sandbank just off shore, his legs spreaded as he pushed desperately, his tail fins thrashing in the shallow water. Each push ratcheted up the pressure between his legs as his baby descended to stretch and fill his birth canal. His sensitive cock hardened and throbbed madly as his prostate was squeezed by the descending baby.

Lockie screamed and pushed, writhing on that sandbank and gyrating his hips to try to move the baby down, the agonisingly slow progress and the constant haze of pain and contractions obliterating his sense of time. The sun was starting to set behind the row of palm trees on the shore.

In the dimming twilight the birthing seal felt an explosion of searing pain around his entrance as it bulged and stretched around his baby's huge head. He bore down with primal energy, panting and grunting like a feral animal, as the baby's head emerged inch by excruciating inch. Lockie pulled his legs apart and gave a powerful push, bringing the baby's head out. The next arduous push cleared the shoulders and the rest of the body tumbled out right after. Lockie gasped at the sudden release of pressure and he came, thick ropes of cum rocketing out from his cock through the sea water.

Instinctively he reached between his legs for the newborn baby seal and lifted the pup out of the water. His heart ached as his newborn son reminded him of his ex-lover. Still, he stood up and held his newborn son close to his chest. The new dad and son barely had a moment to together when Lockie felt another contraction, and the familiar pressure of a baby's head moving into his cervix and the overwhelming need to push.

Twins. Lockie really did have the worst luck. The seal just sobbed and pushed. He had no other choice but to give birth again. But after what felt like an eternity swimming in the ocean and pushing out his first baby, the young seal was exhausted. His body didn't care if Lockie was too tired to push, the urge to push was overpowering. This baby was coming out whether Lockie liked it or not.

The seal laboured through the night, kneeling in the rising tide as he pushed his second baby slowly out of him. The water came up to his chest where his first born was already latching onto a teat and feeding. He was delirious with pain, every part of his body was sore and sensitive, flooded by hormones keeping conscious and exerting and birthing. The pressure on his prostate made his cock hard as a rock, jerking with each strenuous push and occasionally painfully erupting, clouding the water with semen.

The second baby was bigger than the first, the weight making Lockie feel like he was being split apart, the burning unbearably intense as it started to crown. Lockie reached down, hesitantly cupping the head of his baby as it emerged, feeling the wet fur beneath his paws, praying to any god for this long painful labour to finally end.

The tide only kept rising, threatening to submerge the kneeling seal. On tired and shaky legs he stood up, his firstborn in his arms with his umblical cord still attaching him to his father. He waddled and staggered in the dark towards the beach, only managing a few steps before a contraction made him to stop and push. He screamed as the baby's massive head crowned, breathing heavily as the contraction receded leaving the head lodged there, stretching his entrance impossibly wide.

A few steps more, and he was forced to stop and push again, birthing the head which dangled between his legs in the waist-deep seawater. Another push, and the shoulders painfully squeezed through his entrance dragging one final scream out of the birthing seal. He reached one arm down to catch the baby as it was born, lifting his second son up to his chest to join his twin brother.

They made it onto the beach. Lockie wearily sat down on the sand, spreading his legs as he pushed out the placenta while both of his pups fed from his chest. He gazed onto the dark ocean and the starry sky above. He had no idea how he was going to get off this island, nor how he was meant to love the heavy pups now in his arms. But for now, it was over.