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mma followed behind her just in case another contraction hit. "Well, like we said, each egg is bigger and more oddly shaped, so this time it was bound to be different." She rubbed Kera's shoulders. "You're doing beautifully. I'm not going to let anything happen to you, I promise."
The Latias smiled, blushing faintly. "Th-Thanks...I know you won't..." she breathed, soon climbing into her bed and lying on her side, resting her head on a pillow and closing her eyes.
"I'm going to go get you something to drink. Can't have you getting dehydrated," Trent added. "Feel up to eating something at all?"
Kera shook her head. "Drink is good...but I can't eat now." She was already calming down from the comforting softness of the mattress.
Emma nodded. "Okay, love. Are you feeling nauseous right now? Should I get a bucket just in case?" Emma knew intense labor pain could induce vomiting, and Kera was in more pain than usual this time around.
Kera nodded. "A little...but I think I'm just dizzy from masturbating so much...better safe than sorry, y'know?" she replied with a smirk.
Trent nodded once more. "I'll grab a trashcan just in case and be right back. You rest." Emma took one last look at Kera before heading down the stairs to the kitchen. She picked up the small trashcan under the sink, emptied it, and then retrieved a glass of fruit juice and a straw. Carefully balancing each as she ascended the stairs, Emma offered the glass to Kera, saying, "I thought you could use the sugar in the juice for the energy."
Kera reached for the glass and sipped on the straw. "Mm...you're a miracle-worker, Emma...people ask me why I don't have a string of kids...why don't you?"
Emma placed the trashcan beside the bed and smiled at her friend wistfully. "I'm married to my work, I suppose. I'm old-fashioned too. I want a husband first, and then a family."
The Latias nodded and turned to set the glass on her nightstand. "Yeah...I want a real family of my own too. That is, someone to act as the father if not really the father. Mm, I mean, if I wound up with a woman!" she corrected herself with a chuckle, trying to stay positive.
"I understand," Emma replied. "Do you feel your biological clock ticking like humans do?"
"Every creature capable of bearing young has a biological clock, Emma. Some are just better at ignoring it than others...but I need someone I can fall in love with, not just have a fling with." She reached for Emma's hand. "It might be the hormones talking, but if you weren't straight, I'd seriously consider dating you...."
Emma blushed. "If I weren't straight, I think we'd be married by now. Think about it: no one understands my passion for this work better than you. I'm actually a little jealous. How does it feel to experience this miracle every year? Granted, this must be a lot scarier since this is quite a bit more effort."
Kera matched Emma's blush. "It...it really makes me appreciate it even more than I used to. It gives me a firsthand look at what my patients are experiencing. It's...different, yeah, since these eggs don't contain an embryo I plan to raise, but...mmf...I'm getting all poetic in labor," she said, sticking her tongue out.
Emma chuckled. "Sappiness I can handle," she remarked as she patted Kera's hand. "Feeling any more pressure than before? I think if you stay relaxed like this, we'll be ready to push in no time."
Kera nodded. "I can feel the egg...well, one of them, more than before. But, um, there is one way I can relax." She pointed to her TV. "There's some videos in the top right drawer of my dresser...one's marked 'active.' Find it?"
"Sure," Emma replied, suddenly feeling just a bit more apprehensive. She found the video easily enough and slipped it into the VCR. "Another birth video?"
Kera nodded again, turning to face the TV, keeping her head on the pillow. "Seeing is believing...those are some clips of mothers in active labor...helps me stay calm to watch them do it."
"All right." Before pressing play, Emma said, "Listen, I know I said you don't want to get too tense by masturbating, but a little might help to jumpstart things again. After all, sex is good for inducing labor in humans, and any sort of lubrication will help the egg pass, so if you want, you can see where it goes."
Kera took a deep breath and nodded. "C-Can you start it?" she asked, resting a hand on her belly and smiling up at her friend.
Without a word, Emma pressed play. She sat on the end of the bed where she could keep an eye on Kera as well as the video. It was not the kind of thing she considered arousing and she did feel a bit awkward being there as her friend pleasured herself, but she reminded herself it was a legitimate way to jumpstart labor and reduce pain, and if it was good enough for Kera, she would trust Kera's judgment.
The video opened with a clip of a large (in both belly and overall size) grizzly bear woman in a hospital bed, gripping the bed's handrails and breathing heavily as a male grizzly rubbed her back and encouraged her. Kera chuckled lightly. "She's having twins...she's one helluva woman."
"I'll say," Emma replied. "I'm surprised you have hospital birth scenes, though."
"It's all good with me, Emma," Kera said as she reached down between her legs again, but merfed and instead reached for Emma's hand. "Mm, contraction...." Emma took Kera's hand in hers and placed her other hand on her abdomen. She could tell just by touch the contraction was building. The Latias breathed through pursed lips, whining lightly from the egg poking at her sides. "Mm, come on and turn, baby..." she murmured as she kept her eyes on the TV.
Emma blushed somewhat before saying, "If you think it'll help, go for it. I'll stay right here."
Kera nodded and pushed a finger into herself, moaning in both pain and pleasure, but mostly in pain. "Come on, turn so I can lay you, baby," she said breathily to herself, having to close her eyes, her hand kneading Emma's.
"Can you feel the egg?" Emma whispered. She was beginning to think an orgasm just might help her shift the egg if Emma added enough counter pressure on the outside.
Kera nodded but couldn't verbally respond to the question as she hissed from the pain. "T-Talktome," she whispered back, breathing heavily as she touched herself.
"About what?" Emma asked, unsure of what she was asking.
"ThatI'mnotdoingitwrong!" she yelped as she pushed another finger inside herself, her body shaking.
With one hand, Emma felt for the egg and began to apply some counter pressure to begin the turn, and with the other still holding onto Kera's hand, she began to offer words of comfort. "Everything's going as it should, Kera. You're bringing that egg down with every contraction, and with each one, you're starting to feel more and more pressure on your cervix. Pretty soon, you're going to feel yourself open even more. Just think how good it will feel to puuush."
Kera paused her whimpering to purr briefly as images of her pushing shot through her head. "Y-Yes...ohhLugiayes..." she moaned as she buried her face in the pillow, imagining that the pillow was the face of a lover comforting her as she started to fantasize again about pushing out an egg containing a living embryo.
Emma continued to apply pressure, feeling the egg slowly turn. "The burn you feel isn't painful, it excites you. You're excited because you know the egg is coming, Kera. All you have to do is let it. Feel it drop, drop, drop. You're ready to puush soon. Just like relieving yourself, you can't fight it."
Emma's goading was all Kera needed to tense up and release Emma's hand, gripping the sheets and stiffening as she cried out into the pillow, her hand between her legs furiously stroking her walls as she came at the height of the contraction.
Emma took her hand from Kera's abdomen for the time being and stood still, not sure what to do or say...except finally, "Good girl, Kera."
Kera slowly drifted down from the height of her intense orgasm, looking up at Emma with half-lidded eyes. "Thanks," she breathed, as she settled back in to watch the video.
Two hours later, Kera was still lying on her side. She'd shifted positions when she needed a change of pace, all trying to move the egg to face down, as it was supposed to. Her contractions had picked up in frequency and intensity, and she'd been checked several times, but the answer was always the same six centimeters, and she was starting to get frustrated with the egg's reluctance to turn. Every contraction, Emma would turn it slightly, then it would slip back, but each time, it would stay a little more turned. Kera could see that this egg would take even more effort and endurance than she expected. Now, breathing heavily, she hugged her pillow against her chest, nearly curled around her belly.
Emma offered Kera more juice in effort to maintain her strength. "I know it's slow going, but you are making progress. Maybe you'd like to try walking or sitting on the commode? Gravity might help bring it down, and on the commode, you'd have long term, stable support."
Kera gulped down the juice gratefully and nodded. "Can...can we use...thebirthstool?" she breathed. She was exhausted from bringing herself to so many orgasms, and while they helped with the pain immensely, her sexual energies were finally running on low.
"Good idea," Emma agreed. She returned to the corner of the room where she had moved her gear in the last hour. She pulled out the birth stool and fluffed its thin layer of comfort padding. "Should we sit here or move to the bathroom where the tile is? I have towels we can put down if you want to stay here."
The Latias pushed herself to sit up, looking down at her belly and prodding it. Over the course of the last hour, she could swear she saw it change shape slightly even when she wasn't contracting. "W-We can move..." she replied.
Emma nodded. "We can put the chair just inside the bathroom so you can still see the TV," she said as she moved to set the stool in the bathroom. The birth stool looked like a minimalist's potty chair, with its simple frame sitting low to the ground and its wide opening. The U-shaped opening mirrored a toilet seat, except it was wide enough for Emma to bring her hands underneath it to catch a descending baby, or in this case, an egg. Its design was meant to promote faster and more comfortable birthing because sitting on it allowed a mother to make ample use of gravity if she was too tired to squat, and it provided a smoother passage for the offspring during birth.*
"'Sokay...I don't need it...anymore..." Kera murmured as she scooted to the side of the bed, looking more than a little out of it. Her focus was turning inward, and she'd paid less attention to the TV over the last hour, focusing more on her body and on Emma's help.
Emma scooted the chair further in so it rested beside the toilet and faced parallel to the front of the sink; having water closer by was helpful. Trent turned back to help Kera, and noticed her intense focus. "Contraction?"
Kera shook her head. "Focus," she replied simply, reaching out to take Emma's hands to pull herself to her feet, breathing slowly and deeply.
"Good job," Emma encouraged, easing her to her feet and guiding her into the bathroom. "Still nauseated at all?"
The Latias shook her head. "Dizzy...not nauseous." She leaned her head on Emma's shoulder, nuzzling it lightly.
Emma wrapped her arm around Kera's back waist and stroked her back. "That a girl...breathe nice and steady."
Once Kera reached the stool, she slowly lowered herself onto it, putting an arm on the sink and leaning her forehead on it. "Why isn't it working...what if it won't work..." she moaned.
Emma stroked Kera's back. "Hey, you are making progress. It's taking a while, but I have no doubt in your ability to do this, Kera."
Kera moaned lightly. "I've been at six for hours...why won't this damn egg turn...." She shook her head and rubbed her belly, wondering if this was how her patients felt.
"It is turning," Emma pointed out. "But remember, these eggs are unlike any you've laid before."
Kera panted and cupped some water in her hands from the sink, splashing it on her face. "I-I know...but it hurrrt...ss...ggh," she grunted, panting more.
"Talk to me, Kera. What's happening?" Emma knelt in front of the stool and noticed a bit of clear fluid was starting to trickle from Kera. She wondered if it was a sign of things to come.
"Hurts...ggghhh...eggpressing...on my siiides...!" she groaned. "H-Help turn it!" Immediately, Emma pressed her hands to Kera's abdomen and applied more counter pressure. The egg was definitely lower, but she couldn't tell if it was turning at all. The Latias clenched her fists and grunted, her body shaking as she panted. "Harder!" She was tired of waiting; she wanted it turned.
Emma doubled her efforts, but in the midst of a contraction, she couldn't tell if it was working. She thought she saw Kera's folds widen somewhat, but perhaps that was wishful thinking. "Give me a little push, Kera, work with me." Kera reached down to her belly and mimicked Emma's movements, gritting her teeth as a tear rolled down her cheek. The pain of the contraction paled in comparison to the pain of the egg turning, but if it would make it go faster, she could deal with it. "Give me a little push, Kera, and tell me what you feel."
Kera reared her head back so she was sitting upright and spread her legs a little more. "Hgg...turn, damn you!" she hissed as she gave a hard push at the same time as she turned the egg. She let out a scream as the egg finally completed its turn, its end pressing hard against her cervix.
Emma didn't know she had been holding her breath until she felt the egg shift and she exhaled slowly. Panting almost as hard as Kera, she smiled. "Did we do it?" Kera was still in the midst of a contraction and couldn't answer with anything more than a nod; the egg didn't move back and had thankfully settled in place. She alternately shook her head slowly from side to side, curled her chin down, and looked up at the ceiling, her head becoming very animated now that she was losing herself. Emma sighed inwardly in relief. As further proof, the fluid was streaming steadily from Kera now, a sure sign the egg would soon be on its way. Emma placed both hands on Kera's shoulders to steady her. "Don't fight the pain, love. Moan or grunt if it helps, but let the pressure come. Relax your thighs, relax your bottom, okay?"
Kera's grunting and groaning turned to whining at Emma's touch, but she visibly relaxed, leaning her long neck forward and resting her forehead against Emma's shoulder. "Hahh...hoohhh...hahh, okay...okay...."
"Relax everything, Kera," Emma crooned, petting the Latias's neck. "I want you to think about what it'll be like to push again. I want you to think about what it'll be like to feel the egg coming, and coming, and coming. You don't have to do a lot to help it along, just feel it spread you open, let it happen."
Kera panted hard, some spit drooling out of her mouth. If she could see herself at this point, she might actually be aroused again. "Y-Yeah...ohhhLugiathepressure," she murmured.
Emma's eye caught the bathroom door and she had an idea. Standing, she shut the door, on the back of which hung a mirror. Now, both of them could see what was happening. "You don't just have to trust my progress reports, Kera, see for yourself."
Kera looked over and smiled, feeling her arousal build from the sight of herself. Narcissistic or not, she knew she was beautiful even if in pain. "Heh...look at that pregnant lady...waiting to push..." she purred.
Emma smiled. "You're doing it, Kera."
Kera chuckled, then grunted slightly. "Mmf...I gotta go...toilet," she murmured, starting to lift herself out of the seat.
Emma placed her hand on Kera's shoulder. "This thing comes with a bucket if you'd rather stay here."
Kera shook her head. "No...I'd rather just use it for its main purpose...if you don't mind."
"Okay," Emma answered, easing her up. "Going might actually further things along, actually."
Kera smirked at her friend as she shifted to the toilet. "Lucky me," she remarked.
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