Post by Myribae on Jul 15, 2006 8:59:36 GMT -5
The tauntress slowly lumbered into the area, barrel widened. She grimaced as the foal kicked her in the gut, but kept stalking forth. She desperately screamed for her mate, Fandango. Seeing that he wasnt present in the terrain made her feel worse. Wincing, she collapsed on the sod beneath the shade of a timber.
Her labor was beginning. She bugled and squealed every chance she owned, throwing all her fury from the pain into her cries. Serpentine was now marked with beads of sweat. The foal kicked her again, causing a deafening trumpet. She breathed heavily, choking every now and then. She had never felt so much pain in her whole existance.
After a few hours of kicking, sweating, crying, heaving, etc, the temptress finally felt her child nearing her rear, starting to come out. She pushed, her fine anatomy smothered in dirt and sweat. She wondered of the tinting of her foal, the heir to the neutrals. She wondered of the gender, boy or girl. She grimaced as the foal kicked against her again, but she kept pushing.
The foal was now outside and revealed for the world to behold. As she licked him clean, she smiled. His chrome was very much alike to his sire's. Shattered grey. And yes, the foal was a colt. A handsome hellion. The temptress stood up, respiration rate slowing back to normal. She nudged the colten, watching his weak attempts to stand.
Myribae relaxed as her infant drank her warm milk. The toe of her hind flint was rested on the earthen. She looked about, then nuzzled the offspring's rump. She watched as he finished his drinking with a chortling sound. She whispered gently to him.
Let us return to our lands, so your father can help in naming you a good, fine, lordly name.
She released carbon from her aperture in relief as she began to lope out, the dappled foal beside her.
Her labor was beginning. She bugled and squealed every chance she owned, throwing all her fury from the pain into her cries. Serpentine was now marked with beads of sweat. The foal kicked her again, causing a deafening trumpet. She breathed heavily, choking every now and then. She had never felt so much pain in her whole existance.
After a few hours of kicking, sweating, crying, heaving, etc, the temptress finally felt her child nearing her rear, starting to come out. She pushed, her fine anatomy smothered in dirt and sweat. She wondered of the tinting of her foal, the heir to the neutrals. She wondered of the gender, boy or girl. She grimaced as the foal kicked against her again, but she kept pushing.
The foal was now outside and revealed for the world to behold. As she licked him clean, she smiled. His chrome was very much alike to his sire's. Shattered grey. And yes, the foal was a colt. A handsome hellion. The temptress stood up, respiration rate slowing back to normal. She nudged the colten, watching his weak attempts to stand.
Myribae relaxed as her infant drank her warm milk. The toe of her hind flint was rested on the earthen. She looked about, then nuzzled the offspring's rump. She watched as he finished his drinking with a chortling sound. She whispered gently to him.
Let us return to our lands, so your father can help in naming you a good, fine, lordly name.
She released carbon from her aperture in relief as she began to lope out, the dappled foal beside her.
