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Changes: Part 3

By Ajax B. Coriander

Started: 12/02/2021

Finished: 5/2/2023

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It's amazing how quickly everything can go off the rails with even the best laid plans. That's why I was currently sitting in a meadow at 2am, mostly naked, with my father, mother, and boyfriend all around me.

I'd had my little go-bag for the hospital all ready to go. I was at 12 months at this point, normal for a horse, but longer than most species. I could pop at any second, and myself and Shane decided we weren't going to take any chances. He even insisted he carried the bag for me back and forth between our two places, though, depending on where we'd be sleeping that night. Usually it was my yurt, but on the colder nights we spent them in his little cabin because it was easier to keep warm. We were working on a solution for that, but the stove was lost somewhere in the supply chain, and I didn't really mind where I was, as long as I was with him. We'd made love nearly every night, other than a two week break after I'd had my sheath trimmed and I healed up enough to be bred again. He made the need inside me go away, and I just felt right when I was with him. He was currently beside me, a paw on my belly, and his lips on the last vestiges of my adam's apple. He enjoyed sucking on it, and teasing it with his teeth. He said he'd loved the way it made me gasp.

We'd just grown closer every day, and the thought of giving birth without him just seemed like a non-starter. I was his mareboi, and he was my stallion, it was just what seemed proper. He said he couldn't wait to see "our little foal" and it'd made me blush and a warmth spread through my chest when he called the foal that.

We'd made a plan.

We'd take the UTV to the front of the house, and from there we'd take my car, which was already ready with the baby seat and drive to the hospital which was about an hour 45 minutes away. Or, if worse came to worse, we'd go to the vet's office in town. Doctor Dale said he'd keep a maternity bag ready just in case, and I was thankful to him for that.

We couldn't get my car up to the yurt or cabin anymore, the summer rains had turned most of the path into a boggy muddy mess after a drainage tile failed, and now most of the path was torn up with deep rivulets as they worked on replacing them. The UTV was really the only way other than walking.

I felt the baby kick and I yelped, which made Shane laugh.

"He's been feisty today hasn't he, sugarcube?" the shire horse asked as he nuzzled his large nose under my chin.

"Yes, I feel like he's been tap dancing on my kidneys," I said mildly annoyed.

"Maybe it's the full moon or something," Shane said as he propped himself up on one of his elbows, and stroked at my stomach.

"Maybe," I said, before leaning my head back against the pillow and looking up at the ceiling. "Or it could be that..." I began to say before I let out a yelp of pain. "Fuck!" I shouted.

Concern flashed across Shane's face, "are you alright?"

"Yeah," I replied. "I think it was just a Braxton Hicks contraction. I should be..." I began to say before another tightening of my back and lower abdomen washed over me, and a dull ache spread from both. I gripped the bedsheets and whinnied.

"Oh biscuits," Shane cursed, getting to his hooves now. "Is it time?"

"Yeah, I think so. I should get to the hospital in any case." I felt a small twinge of panic run through me, shouldn't there be more time than this? Shouldn't the contractions have taken hours to get this close together?

There was a slight panic behind Shane's eyes, and he scrambled to grab my set of clothes from my little hospital go-bag. He helped me get dressed, getting the sweatpants on, and then the loose fitting comfortable shirt. It was one I'd used to wear back when I was much taller and more muscular, but now it almost hung down over me like a dress. He helped me up, and was about to walk through the door with me when I stopped him.

"Uh, aren't you forgetting something?"

He looked down at the go-bag, his cellphone, car keys, and then at me in confusion.

"No?" The horse asked questioningly.

I rolled my eyes, "Pants."

He looked down at me, cocked his head, and realization dawned as he looked down at himself. His spent cock still glistened with lube and hung out for the world to see.

"Haystacks..." He tapped his forehead with his palm, and then dashed into the room. He pulled on his pants, and grabbed a shirt from the floor, before he slipped them on along with some work boots. He walked back over to me, and I watched him wince as I had another contraction.

"Fuck!" I yelped. The pain was making it hard to stand, and I wobbled a bit, but strong paws gently steadied me. I turned up my head to smile at him, and he smiled down at me.

We moved out of the door, and he helped me down the steps. We moved to the UTV, and he guided me into the passenger seat, before he placed the go-bag in the back, and he got into the driver's seat. He went to start the engine, the lights flickered on, and then went out again.

"Oh not now..." He groaned, before trying it again, and this time the lights didn't even flicker on. He slammed the palm on his paw into the steering wheel. "Haystacks filled with hemlock!" He growled, "I told your dad the battery was going bad in this thing..." He looked at me with panic in your eyes. "It's dead, there's nothing I can do. The main road is still a muddy mess, but the back path is still clear, do you think you can walk, sugarcube? I'd drive... but it's too narrow for one of the cars."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I cursed under my breath. I took a deep inhale, trying to calm myself down as the pain tingled through me. I found myself shuddering, like I would after an intense orgasm, and then I centered myself.

"I think I can," I panted, "But let's hurry."

He nodded, and we started to walk down the path. I smiled to myself a bit as I passed all those familiar sights, the same ones we'd driven by the day he'd rescued me from the hole in the forest. But today was going slower than either the UTV ride or one of my early morning jogs that I took before my belly was as big as a blue ribbon winning pumpkin. What had been a 20 minute run, was turning into a slow slog. The contractions kept coming at random, I tried to count them, but I'd get a jolt of pain and lose count.

Eventually Shane helped me, breathing with me, reminding me of all the exercises we did. Though, when I'd been huffing and puffing along with those YouTube videos, I hadn't imagined I'd be trying to walk to the car at the same time.

They were getting so close now, I yelped out in pain and nearly doubled over.

"Fuck!" I panted, tears in my eyes. "I... I can't keep going." I panted.

"We're halfway there, just a little farther," Shane said in the most encouraging tone he could think of.

I shuddered again as I felt another contraction. I shook my head, "No, you're going to have to bring Doctor Dale to me." I gripped the shire horse's arm, and I took in a deep breath. "I'm not going to make it to the car, much less the vet's office in town."

"I could carry you to your parent's house at least," Shane protested.

"There's no time," I said shaking my head, "if we had cell phone reception you could just call him from here, but you can't get that till we get to the house. Just set me down somewhere, and run for help. Then you and dad can carry me back. Or do whatever the Doc says."

"Okay, okay," he begrudgingly yielded, just to speed things along. He helped me walk down a little ways, and then we rounded the corner to the henge made of stone. Shane had kept it clear for most of the summer, so even with the graffiti on the stones, the center looked nice. I'd even helped him figure out some of the alignment and put them back into place. He brought me to one of the stone's we'd yet to put back upright, and he set me down on it. He grabbed my little go-bag and he pulled out some of the supplies from it. He pulled out a blanket, and my hoodie I'd packed in case it was cold. He spread the clean blanket on the ground, and then helped me lay down. He then spread the unzipped hoodie over me. It was huge, another thing I'd yet to replace from when I was much bigger. It was hard to believe that a year ago I'd wondered if it was starting to get too small to hold my muscles.

"I'll be right back, I promise, Lou," he said, before kissing me on the forehead and placing the bag under my head.

"I know," I said with a soft smile. He turned away, and dashed off into the dark.

I was alone and under the stars now. I looked up at that bright sky, and I rubbed at my belly as another contraction rushed through me. I groaned as that weird mixture of pain and pleasure tingled across my nerves, leaving me feeling raw. I bit my lower lip, and I could feel him moving in me.

"Please be okay buddy, I want to meet you. I want you to help me figure out your name," I said, a prayer mothers and fathers had uttered so many times throughout the ages.

"Please," I begged, "to whatever gods that can hear me, just let us be okay. Don't let my foal grow up without me. Don't let me lose them either. Let us be safe," I said as tears rolled down my cheeks. I felt helpless, but not alone. My foal was there, they just hadn't come out yet. I felt another contraction, and I shuddered.

"Well buddy, this is going to make one heck of a story to embarrass with you one day, won't it?" I said, trying to focus on then, and not now. The worry I felt. So many things could go wrong, but I hoped like hell they wouldn't. "You'll groan when I tell people about how I nearly had you in the middle of a henge."

Oh gods, I thought. Please let it be 'nearly'.

"Maybe you'll be the druid I didn't have the knack to be," I said panting, "maybe you'll make regal ladies garden's grow, or maybe you'll make some old man's lawn green as an emerald and cut itself." I felt my water break, and I groaned as the wetness washed over me.

"Just please," I whispered, "just be safe. I've fought so hard for you, and I would break if I lost you now. Please don't let my heart know what it's like to lose you." Tears streamed down my face, and I could feel sobs threatening to come from my throat. "I want to watch your first steps. I want to see you try sour candy for the first time. I want to be there for all your firsts, and let my love pour into you. I'll have to let go one day, years from now, when you're too old to have me hover over you anymore, but I promise I'll always be there for you. I promise that I'll do whatever I can for you, and always be in your corner. Just be okay, just let us be okay," I cried.

The sobs escaped now, "Please..." I slammed my fist against the stone behind me, and I heard a strange sound in response. I didn't expect anything other than a meaty slap, but instead it rang out. A warmth grew from the rock, and then a light. That soft moss green light spread over the stone, like one of those glowing stars you'd put on your ceiling as a kid. The years of magical energy, seasons of missed rituals, years of magical resonance pouring out from it, and I felt warmth surround me. Spreading from the stone the cold wet ground warmed around me, feeling like it'd been warmed by a summer's day. I watched slack jawed as the stones one by one lit up all around the stone circle, and the light began to spread over the grass, lighting it up and making flowers bloom.

I saw something fly above me, and I whipped my head up. I squirted, and shock ran through me as I saw a broomstick hover over my head.

"See granddad I told you," I heard a voice shout and then the broomstick began to circle, coming lower with every pass.

"Right, right, Ron," said Doctor Dale's voice from above.

The broomstick got lower, but it seemed to shimmy and buck as they slowed down, and then during the last few feet of decent it suddenly cut out, and the two bears crashed into a pile in the new soft grass. There was some growling and groaning, while the two grizzly bears sorted themselves out, but soon they were on their feet and rushing over to me.

Doctor Dale had thrown on his white coat over the top of an old cut off band t-shirt that was clearly older than his grandson, and a few sizes too small judging by the gut poking out under it. He was in a pair of blue plaid pajama bottoms, and he had on thick white socks under a pair of old beat up 'running outside to check the mail' sandals. His grandson was wearing a plain red polo shirt with a pair of basketball shorts pulled on, and a pair of untied work boots splattered with a few shades of paint. Ron, assuming that's what his name was, clearly had dressed in a hurry just like Dale had.

"How," I panted, "did you get a broomstick?"

Dale shrugged, and kneeled beside me. "They make allowances for old country doctors, midwifes, and vets like me." He pulled the stethoscope off from around his neck, and listened to my heart for a moment, while checking my pulse. He continued, "you never know when you're going to have to call out during a snowstorm or to somewhere remote a kid or calf got stuck. As long as I put it into the FlightPath app and don't go by any federal buildings, it's fine." He moved the stethoscope down to my stomach, and I held my breath. I felt my whole body tense, almost ready for the worst, and the relief washed over me as he said, "okay, both of you sound good."

He took the stethoscope off, and looked at me, "This is Ron by the way, he's going to help me. Hopefully it'll be to carry you out of here by broomstick, but if worst comes to worse, he can help assist me in the birth, he's done it before. Is that okay?"

I groaned, and I felt a wave of pain surge through my lower abdomen, "Yes, yes, fine. Whatever, just... just help me." I said, before a thought crossed my mind, and I found myself knowing I had to ask. "So for those other births... did they have two legs or four?"

"Three, once" Ron replied cheerfully,

"Three?!" I sputtered.

"Ron... this is not the time for that joke," Dale gave an exacerbated sigh, "this patient can understand you." Dale pawed the stethoscope to Ron and began to

"Sorry Mister..." The bear paused and looked me over, "err, Misses?"

"It'd be Miss, I guess" I groaned as another jolt of pain washed over me, "but just Lou will do for today."

"Good, and don't worry, the kitten turned out to be a fine cat, he barely notices the missing leg," Dale said with a cheerful tone. He looked up at the younger grizzly, "Okay, listen to their stomach and let me know if there's any changes to the heartbeat."

"Yes Granddad," Ron responded before lifting up my shirt and pressing it to my belly.

"And now let's see how far along you are," the bear then looked down at my pants and frowned, "those are going to have to come off..."

My eyes darted to Ron, he had to be a freshman in college at least, and I blushed hard, but I nodded my approval to the doc.

The large brown bear carefully pealed off my pants, something my teenage self would have probably loved, but now I was just an embarrassed mess in a glowing henge circle. He slid between my legs and lifted me up a bit so he could take a look, "And from the looks of it, you're having the baby right here." He said in a cheerful tone, which I could tell was to try and keep me from panicking. Which was hard to do, considering the awkwardness and jolts of pain I was getting. "Okay, I think the best way to do this will be to stand up, spread your legs, and bend over with your paws on the stone. Do you think you can do that for me?"

My face felt red hot, and now he was asking me to get in a 'about to be fucked' position. If I wasn't in one of the most intense pains of my life, I think I would have thought this had all been a long con for a porno in the woods. Maybe, 'Mareboi sees what Grizzlies really do in the woods'. But I panted an agreement, and slowly did as I was told. As I was spread eagle, and just when I thought it couldn't get any worse... there was the sound of footsteps on the path. My mother and father came into the henge behind me, in full view of my upturned ass.

I felt like I was going to die from humiliation right then and there, I blushed hard, and my tail went to fold down, but the doctor was in the process of grabbing it and taping it to my lower back, leaving me fully exposed. I heard soft footfalls, and then Shane came into view. I looked down at him, his face was filled with worry, but it was clear he was trying to put on his best face for me. I heard Dale start to explain the situation as another contraction rocketed through me, and I grit my teeth as the pain made stars cross in front of my eyes.

A paw wrapped over mine, and I looked down at Shane's fingers as they interlaced with mine. He dropped to one knee so he could be eye level with me, and he nuzzled my long snout with his. I could feel the love in his voice when he said, "I'm here for you, sugarcube."

I opened my mouth to say something, but a groan exploded from me as another wave of pain and now some weird pleasure as my prostate was thoroughly mashed more than it ever had been before.

"Alright, any time now, I'm going to need you to push," the doctor said behind me.

I groaned as my only answer, the blush still on my face as my parents clearly watched what was going on, and the teenage bear rubbed his paws over my belly keeping an eye on my heartbeat and the baby's... Next time, I'd stay in a hotel near my due date. I blushed furiously as all of these people saw me for my full mareboi glory. My pregnant belly hanging down, my floppy cock between my legs, and doing what I was made for, I guess.

I felt another wave of pain shoot through me, but it mixed with pleasure as all those feelings inside of me exploded into an intangible mess of sensations. I yelled, the shout echoing around the forest, before I felt like I was about to be split in half, and then a release of the pain. I could only see white for a minute, and I whinnied out, before nearly collapsing and Shane catching me.

There were some flashes that are hard to remember after that, but I'll never forget hearing the little cry of my baby.

My colt was okay.

He was alive.

I was alive.

Relief washed through me.

I felt so sore and tired. The doctor helped me through the rest, but soon they set me down on the rock with the blanket tossed over it. My rump hurt, but I couldn't care less. I saw him as Dale cleaned him off. He was a jet black foal, with his little pink nose, and chubby little cheeks. They wrapped him up in my hoodie like a baby burrito. I held out my arms, and tears rolled down my cheeks as he was placed in them. I leaned down and kissed his soggy little forehead, and I held him tight.

My foal. The little life inside me I carried for twelve months. Who I created. I sobbed happily and Shane nuzzled at my cheek. Instinct took over, and not caring who saw, I lifted up my shirt and brought the lad's lips to one of my breasts. He latched on, and I felt my heart skip a beat. I felt so close to him in that moment.

"Looks like the little foal has an appetite! He looks strong, and healthy," I smiled and sniffled, "I'll do a more thorough check at the hospital or my office, but why don't you rest a bit, and I'll send my grandson with your dad and we can build a stretcher to get you out."

My blond hair hung down, having not had the chance to tie it back. I studied my little lad's face as he suckled on my breast. He was mostly black, but there was a sheen to it I couldn't make out in the dim light. There was a white streak down the center of his face, and when he opened his eyes for a second I got a look at his irises. They were a moss green color, something I'd never seen before. But they were beautiful.

Love bloomed through me. Going from the tips of my ears to the bottom of my hooves. I was someone's parent, and I felt like that's what I was always meant to be.

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I gasped as that thick stallion cock rammed into me, forcing me against the side of the barn as he rutted me from behind. His paw ran through my blond mane, and I gasped as that thick cock stretched me open. My heat had been so bad, and Shane had known exactly what I'd needed. I felt so tight, my tailhole aching with need as I was forced against that rough wood, my dress hiked up over my tail as my sheathless cock bounced above my useless balls.

"Good girl," he moaned hotly in my ear, before sliding down and biting into my neck. That did it. I gasped in ecstasy, and I came, cum dribbling between my legs as my tailhole clamped around him. I shuddered, and my heavy breasts heaved under his groping paw. He rode me through my spasming mareboi orgasm, and then he nickered into my neck and came into me. That thick potent seed that'd already given me 2 more foals most likely planting a 3rd in me at that very moment...

I panted, and he nibbled at my neck, he took a quick look around and then pulled out of me with a warm wet pop, before tucking his cock back into his jeans. I let my sunflower dress fall back around me, and I made sure everything was in place. I dragged my fingers through my hair to make sure it was straight, before the two of us walked paw in paw out from between the two barns and into the dairy where we made the cheeses, and out the door where I was greeted to the sound of little hooves running towards me.

"Baba!" A little voice shouted, "Baba! Daddy!" the voice said again. I smiled and crouched down to the level of the little colt running towards me.

"And there's my Kieran!" I said as I held out my arms for the little colt. The boy was wearing a pair of blue-jean overalls, a white shirt, a red hat, and some brown cowboy boots. The energetic 4 year old dashed up to me. The light caught his fur, and I could see the greenish emerald tint that it always seemed to have, like the brown in some people's black hair. He ran into my arms and I hugged him tight, kissing him between the ears, and making him giggle.

Shane crouched down next to me and playfully tapped the colt's nose with his finger. "Did you get away from grandma again?"

"Nuh, uh!" He said, "She's watching, see!" He said wiggling out of my arms, and then gesturing towards my mom who was in the yard with my other two children in the playpen as she sat in a chair. My mom gave a little wave, and I waved back, before I turned back to Kieran.

"Baba! Daddy, come see! I made Baba's dress!" He said as he reached up and took both me and Shane by the paw. We both chuckled and stood up, he guided us to the edge of the barn, and I found myself wondering if he'd covered the side of the barn in drawings that I'd have to either clean off or convince my dad to clear coat to preserve them for later, and then we were greeted by a vine covered wall. I looked at it curiously, I hadn't recalled it there earlier, and I looked down at Kieran.

"So where is it sweetie?" I asked.

"It's a surprise!" He said as he let go of mine and Shane's paws. He trotted up to the wall, and he grabbed the vines.

"Keiran, what are you..." I started to ask before I saw his eyes flash a mossy green, the green tips of his fur went from something nearly unnoticeable to something you couldn't ignore, and a look of pure concentration shown across his face.

The vines wriggled under his fingers, and flower buds began to take a silhouetted shape, and then they burst into life. Large bright yellow sunflowers blossomed in the shape of a dress, and pointed themselves towards the sun. Keiran grinned widely, and he stepped back. He giggled and yelled, "Surprise!"

I looked at it slack jawed for a moment, before walking closer and running my paws over it. The flowers were real, and they felt warm under my touch- just like the ground had on that night when he was born. I grinned and I picked up the little colt, and hugged him tight.

"Do you like it, Baba?" He asked, giggling.

"I love it," I said before bumping him with my nose.

"Wow, son!" Shane exclaimed, "that was one good surprise!" He said as he walked over to us, and hugged us both in his strong arms. I smiled up at him, and he leaned down to nuzzle the top of Keiran's head. It warmed my heart.

He wasn't Keiran's biological father, but he was his dad in every way that mattered.

"Okay," I said, "take us some pictures, and then let's get you back to grandma."

I had him take a few snapshots with me, and then dropped him back off with my mom. I mentioned his little stunt, and she instantly took his paw and the two of them dashed over to the barn to see it. Shane stood next to me, and slid an arm around my waist.

"So, am I the only one of the two of us that's thankful it wasn't fire?" He asked casually.

"Gods, I know, right?" I exclaimed, "One of the people from my support group has a baby dragon and it's always setting things on fire."

"And he's got his foot into any college with a talent like that, the druid schools are going to drool over him," Shane added.

"Well, whatever he decides, as long as he's happy," I said watching my mom fuss over Keiran excitedly in the distance. I could see her trying to bring up facetime to call my sister. "I should have known there'd be more to the glowing henge than just a night light."

Shane shrugged, "Eh, it wasn't aligned right, the local wizard said it could have just been a fluke. But it's worked out, hopefully." His paw started to drift down to my ass, and he squeezed it in his fingers, "Sooo, should we go back to the henge and give a little show to the old gods as a thankyou for our son's little gift."

I laughed and playfully patted his chest, "Oh you." He leaned in and nuzzled my neck, his fingers playing with the base of my tail. I huffed, and I could smell the scent of my heat rising. I bit my lower lip, and whimpered with need.

"That didn't sound like a no," he mumbled.

"Oh biscuits," I groaned under my breath and pressed back into him. I glanced at the two foals in the playpen, and made sure they were both distracted and playing, before turning back to my mom. "Hey mom, you okay to keep watching the kids?"

"Yes hun," she shouted back. She was still chatting with my sister and Keiran beamed, soaking up all the attention.

"Alright," I whispered, turning back to Shane, my arms wrapping around his neck, "let's go give the gift of our seed to the land... Or whatever code you want to use for rutting me senseless."

He grinned, picked me up, and I was whisked away to the woods where he thoroughly fucked me in every which way we could think of.

The End