Breaths were ragged and harsh as she heaved again with her contraction. Her mind wondered off to Tembovu who had graciously offered her a home and somehow, she had froze in the threshold and waited too long and gotten lost and was now alone and exhausted. Her nares expanded and the pink inside shown up red as she groaned again, pain seering though her body. How the fuck did mares do this every year or two and happily? She couldn't understand why at this moment anyone would want this pain. Rolling upright, her nubby tail moving to the side she paused and she inhaled and caught a scent of another. Immanently her ears flicked forward and her voice, shaking spoke into the darkness "Tembovu?!". She was hopeful it was he, delirious she only really knew his face and somehow, he seemed to be trustworthy.

But from the tall grasses stepped a stranger and her auds flicked back as she was too vulnerable to even consider defending herself. Immediately her wings shot into the air to and hovered over her body and her rear as if somehow her feathers would protect her or hide the state she was in, but in just a mere second she succumbed to another rolling contraction and was laying on the ground on her side, wings withdrawn and this time, fluid - and lots of blood- expelling from her and two fores jutting out of her, following by a tiny little nose.

Her nape turned to see there was progress and watching the beautiful white mare approach, she could make out her words now. They were soft and a look of concern and empathy played across her features. She wasn't here to hurt her. She had heard the commotion and had come to help her. "Brisa" she uttered between breaths and smiled slightly. "Pain?" she paused and heaved again, this time moving the foal and actually making some progress. "No. Pain... Pain is tolerable this is..." Just then she felt a seering pain followed by trickling of hot blood. She had tore. The father to this foal had been much larger than her and she was now enduring this while the shoulders were being expelled. Screaming in pain and trashing, she tried to stand but was far to nauseated by pain and fell back on her side. Rape. She wasn't carrying this innocent life by choice. No, she had been forced. Hatred played on her face for a few seconds before she turned to meet the beautiful face that was hanging out of her.

She couldn't hate her baby. It wasn't the fault of the foal who was coming into this world. She couldn't blame the foal for the actions that had taken place. Bearing down again she looked up at the mare, her blue optics pleading to the white ess as she spoke "Please don't go. ". Tears streaming down her face, she pushed again and felt the babe move more. If only she had it in her to push just a few more times, maybe - maybe she could do this.





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