Date: Tue, 20 Sep 2011 20:12:30 -0500
From: Silent One <silent_one__@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Stallion My Mate - Chapter 05 - Bestiality????

Disclaimer:

This story is a work of fiction. Any names referenced in its writing that
bear resemblance to actual people is purely coincidental. Thank You and
Enjoy.


My Stallion, My Mate - Chapter 05


	Before I go to bed for the night, I admire my naked shape in the
mirror. My breasts have gotten to a B-Cup, and are swollen with milk for
the foal. I reach up to squeeze a nipple, and some milk squirts out, which
I quickly lap up from by breast. I admire the thick line that runs up my
swollen belly, a result of my pregnancy. I actually like it; it further
proves how much I love my mate. My belly is the size of a 9 month along
women with twins. Although, considering I'm into my 10th month pregnancy,
it's not really surprising. As I turn facing my mirror, I can see my hip
bones have widened to accommodate the birth through my rear end. As I rub
my belly lovingly, I can feel the little one squirming. "Hehe, you like it
in there don't ya. Well, no offense to you, but I'd like to meet you soon,
not to mention this whole swollen feet problem will be taken care of."
Afterwards, I hop into bed, and quickly fall asleep.

	I slowly wake up to a vague dream. I dream that I'm sitting in a
river naked, with my lover and our foal running around. They're playing out
in the water like father and son do. As I enjoy watching them play, I
notice how warm the water is getting around me. I decide to get up, but all
I can manage is sitting up...in bed. Once I realize that I woke up, the
second thing I notice is the warm water I'm sitting in. Reaching around
behind me feeling my bum hole, it's obvious that my water broke.

	By the time I and my parents had got the clinic, they were already
ready for me. They had a birthing room set up and everything for me. They
had me put on a hospital smock, and encouraged me to walk around some to
help with the discomfort. The walking around helped quite a bit
actually. Although, every time I felt my belly start to harden, I had to
take a breather and breathe through the contraction. On top of that, the
little one starting squirming all over the place, which I guess he was as
anxious to see me as I was to see him.

	It took roughly 12 hours of labor to finally hear the doctor say
those words, "You're fully dilated!" All I could think of was thank god. I
trust the doctor and all, but it can get somewhat tiresome having to spread
your legs every 30 minutes or so just so the doctor can stick a finger up
your ass. When I got fully dilated, the doctor started me on
pushing. Unfortunately, it didn't help much, so she encouraged me to keep
walking around. She didn't want to give me any medication, due to my unique
situation.

	It's the next day now, and it turns out that I would dilate more
than the average woman giving birth, as we found out. Suddenly, I feel a
sharp pain with my contraction, intensifying it almost 10 fold. I scream
out in both pain and shock. The nurses get me on the table, and tell me to
get ready to me my kid. As I grabbed the back of my legs to start to push,
I feel an intense contraction hit me, and I scream out, trying to push
through it. As it lets off, I stop pushing, as the doctor tells me. I can
feel a layer of sweat on me, proof alone of my effort. Another contraction
hits me, and I give a huge push, trying my hardest to get the foal out. As
it ends, I can feel its head down in my asshole, or its birth canal. I feel
like I'm being stretched by my lover from the inside out, but I know
better.

	It takes only another contraction for the foal to crown. "I see the
snout." The doctor hurriedly says. With another contraction through my
body, I feel my asshole on fire, almost like lightning struck my
asshole. With a great push, "The head's out" the doctor says. As I take
another breather, I can only imagine what I look like. Here I am, a boy
flat on his back with the head of a baby horse sticking out of his
asshole. I could imagine it must be a sight to see, one for the science
fiction books. As I feel another contraction coming on, I give another
great heave of energy. The doctor remarks, "The front legs are almost out."
One more push later, the front legs are out. All of a sudden, I hear my
foal cry out. It seemed like the whole room went silent while I heard the
cry of the foal my lover gave me. A tear comes to my eye as the incredible
feeling that this sound was coming from our child washes over me. The
feeling is only temporary as I feel the tightening of my belly, eager to
get the rest of it out. In one last might heave, I push with all I've got
and, with a little help from the doctor, I completely give birth to the
proof of my love for Turbo, a boy.

	After they cut our umbilical cord from me, and clean the newborn
up, the nurses put the smaller than normal foal with me in the bed. The
foal, knowing its mother, quiets down as I put a blanket around him. Almost
instantly, he starts to turn towards my smock, covered nipples, wanting
some food. Being the mother that I am, I Undo the smock around my
shoulders, and let it drop, revealing my milk filled breasts. Almost
instantly, the foal turns and latches on to my nipples, and eagerly sucks
down a meal. "Hehe, hungry aren't you little guy. I'd planned on naming you
after your father, but we don't want a PAIR of Turbos running around do
we. How about I name you Hercules, so that you'll grow up big and
strong. Does that sound good to you?" The only response I get is a
consistent sucking on my tit, him eager to get as much as possible.

	As I look around the room, I realize that everybody has left the
new mother and his newborn to a moment of peace together. As I watch
Hercules suck on his mother's tit, a tear comes to my eye. As I stroke his
black mane that he inherited from his father, my thoughts go to him. "I
can't wait to introduce you to him, maybe tomorrow if we're lucky. You look
so much like your father." I noticed Hercules had stopped sucking my tit,
and laid his head on my chest to rest. He had a long journey as well,
especially considering how cramped it probably was in my belly. I laid my
hands on him, and laid against the pillow to rest myself. Before I drifted
off to sleep, I said to myself, "I'm a mother."



To Be Concluded.


Other stories by the same other:

transgender/Magic-ScFi/ghosts/

bestiality/shadow/



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