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Ember's Desire

Chapter Two

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

20th February, 2024

All Rights Reserved.

Ember was beside herself when the 'Big Day' arrived. It'd been nearly a month since she'd chosen the stud that she desired. The anticipation and nervous energy buzzed through the stable as Elanore prepared Ember for the significant event.

Elanore moved around Ember, her hands holding the brush, as it moved gently over the mare's sleek coat. The air was charged with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, Ember dancing nervously from one hoof to the other then back again, her pelt rippling as she snorted and nickered in excitement.

“Ember, calm!” Elanore laughed, lightly slapping Ember's shoulder. “Settle!”

“I can't!” Ember squealed, her tail slashing from side to side. “I'm so excited and it's finally going to happen – I don't...”

Ember's words trailed off, as she frowned, seeing an unfamiliar white van pull up outside the stables.

“Mistress?” Ember whispered, her ears going flat. “I'm fine, why is there a Vet here?”

Elanore twitched, her face looking away as a flush crept up her cheeks.

“Where's the trailer with my foal's sire? You said -” Ember's voice rose in pitch, still quiet, as she turned to glare at her owner.

“Ember - “ Elanore stammered. “I'm sorry my love.”

Ember, looking from Elaine and back to the vet, then back to Elaine, snorted in confusion. “He doesn't look anything like his profile picture...”

Elaine sighed quietly, then gently stroked Ember's neck. “My beloved mare – I decided against having you naturally covered. The risks to you, or the stallion himself, were too much to bear. It's your first time, and you have no idea just how frightening it'd be for you. You know your favorite toys?”

Ember kept watching the vet, who inverted a long glove and pulled it on, up to his shoulder, her confusion growing by the second before Elaine snapped her fingers before Ember's nose, startling her.

“Uh...oh, yes...” Ember whispered, keeping her voice quiet. “I thought -”

“No, my sweet, innocent mare. It'd be double the length and girth – and not pleasant. Stallions do not make love like me with your toys. They'd hurt you, terrify you! I can show you videos, after, if you're curious. This way, you'll still get the stallion's sperm, he'll still father your foal – it'll just be a lot more gentle.”

Ember trembled, her ears slowly pricking back forward. “He'd...hurt me?”

Elaine sighed and gently stroked Ember's nose. “The stallion? Most probably – they're not exactly gentle my sweet... Now, here comes the vet, I need you to be calm, and quiet!”

Ember snorted through her nostrils, staring at Elaine, who smiled, stroked Ember's nose, and walked over to meet the vet.

*

Ember's tail was strapped up and then tied up, much to her dismay, but the warmth of her lover's touch on her shoulder soothed any frayed nerves. Ember squealed when the vet palpated her labia, then to Ember's horror, slipped his lubed hand, then his whole arm up inside her.

“Easy girl,” Elaine murmured, stroking Ember's neck. “They're just checking some things.

Checking? Ember wanted to squeal, instinctively clenching her muscles down and making the Vet grunt. How would HE like it if I did this to him?

“Mare is named Ember, right?” Asked the vet, as he slid his lubed arm back out, then nodded to his assistant. “Seems Ember's fully receptive to the procedure.

Ember's ears started flattening as her nostrils flared, but Elaine, knowing Ember's patience was wearing thin, tweaked Ember's ear and forced her to focus on Elaine.

“Alright Ember, it'll be done quick and clean, you're a great girl – I know it's uncomfortable, but you're doing great!” Come the vet's words to Ember's ears.

Five more seconds, and you'll – see – just how great... Ember's nostrils flared, as the device was inserted way deeper than any toy had ever gone inside her.

Ember whinnied as the semen was pumped into her womb, Elaine wincing and gently comforting Ember.

“Good girl, just a moment more - “ Spoke the vet calmly, watching the large syringe depress and deliver the sperm into Ember's womb. “There, done!”

Ember shuddered and hung her head, feeling nauseated as the device slid out and the vets began packing away their equipment.

“We'll do follow up, say, between fourteen and sixteen days, to see if Ember's cycled. We'll bring the ultrasound device, do a palpitation examination, blood tests, and other procedures. He's a popular stallion, sired quite a few foals this season, so I can't see any problems.”

Elanore paid for the procedure, then walked the vet and his assistant back to the van, watching as they drove off. Elanore signed, then returned to the upset and confused Ember, who explosively snorted and shuddered, trying to slash her tail but finding it still bound and tied. Placing a comforting hand on Ember's shoulder, Ember shuddered and sighed quietly, looking at her owner with a mix of curiosity and fatigue.

“You did great Ember,” Elanore exclaimed, stroking the mare's nose. “I know it wasn't easy, but you handled that so well!”

Ember's ears flicked back and forth, torn between her discomfort at what had been done, and her love for her owner – and lover, before she whiffled and gently nuzzled Elanore.

“What happens now, mistress?” Ember asked, watching as Elanore moved behind her and unbound her tail.

“Now, my beautiful mare – we wait. In about two weeks, the vet team will come back for the follow-up. They'll use a machine - “

Ember's eyes widened and her ears went flat.

“No, no, you misunderstand! It's external only. A device that they'll use. They'll shave some of your belly, then apply a gel-like liquid, and the machine will look inside you, using radio waves, to see if you're pregnant. Then they'll do the...” Elanore blushed and looked away.

“What?” Ember moaned, her mouth falling open as she inhaled her owner's nervous scent.

“You know how it felt when he put his arm inside you? Like that, except it won't be in there... It'll be a rectal insertion... Relax Ember, it's fine – horses get it a lot – it'll be uncomfortable, but it won't hurt you. In two weeks, if all goes well, we'll be on our way to having a little one of our own, and I'll be beside you every step of the way.”

Ember's uncertainty fought with her excitement, reflected in her gaze. “I hope its a filly - “

Elanore continued, stroking Ember's rump gently. “During this next coming period, I'll take extra care of you. However – it will mean fewer toys, I mean that Ember – we'll still have our special time, just not with your toys. I'd rather not risk possible infections or worse! We want the best outcome for your potential filly or colt, don't we?”

Ember nodded in agreement, frustrated she wouldn't get to enjoy her favorite toys, but hearing the sincerity in her owner's voice, she relented, as a soft nicker escaped her as if affirming her commitment to the upcoming journey.

“Rest now, Ember, you deserve it,” Elanore murmured, giving a comforting petting to Ember. “And remember, no matter what happens, I'm here for you, every step of the way.”

Ember sighed softly, laying herself down on the clean sawdust, her eyes reflecting a mixture of exhaustion and contentment. Elanore walked out, then watched her for a moment, the bond between mare and owner growing stronger with each moment.

“Good night, mistress,” Ember murmured, as she lay her head down.

“Good night, Ember.” Elaine smiled, as she left the stables.

The stables settled into a quiet calm, with the promise of new life lingering in the air. As Ember wriggled into a more comfortable position and closed her eyes, a sense of anticipation filled her, making the beginning of the journey towards motherhood – a journey that both mare and human were ready to embrace together.

*

Two weeks had passed since Ember's artificial insemination, and the veterinary team returned for the follow-up examination. The stable was filled with a mix of anticipation and nerves, as Elanore and Ember, once again silent, endured the embarrassing and uncomfortable examination, both awaiting the results that would determine the success of the procedure.

“If she hasn't conceived, we can give her an injection to cause her to ovulate and -” Spoke the vet, as he maneuvered the wand around Ember's shaved belly.

Ember stood patiently, as the veterinary team continued to work on her. Elanore was filled with conflicting emotions, as the Vet continued to apply more gel and move the wand, the machine making strange swishing sounds.

“Easy girl, I know, it's cold - “ Spoke the vet. “Try to stay still, please.”

Elanore gently held Ember by the lead rope, the mare twitching and dancing nervously from one hoof to the other.

“Almost...there...” Murmured the vet, giving Ember a gentle pat on the side. “Good girl, almost...”

“There it is,” Exclaimed the vet, smiling and gesturing at the screen. “That's your foal, Ember!”

Relief washed over Elanore as she gazed at the indistinct blob, the tiny heartbeat flickering on the monitor. Ember's eyes widened as she looked back over her shoulder at her owner.

“Okay Ember, now, I know, you'll not enjoy this next part, but I got to do it.” Sighed the vet, as he pulled a long glove out of his bag. “I need to double-check, so – be good and just stand easy, please?”

Applying a very healthy dose of water-based lubricant to his arm, the Vet gently began to insert his hand into Ember's anal passage. Ember squealed and twitched, but Elaine gripped her halter and whispered soothing words to her.

“Easy girl, I know, it can't be comfortable for you...”

I don't like this one bit! Ember wanted to shriek at the top of her considerable voice, feeling violated and abused as the vet worked his arm in deeper.

“Just a little...there we go,” He smiled, tenderly palpating Ember's uterus through the intestinal wall. “Good girl, yep, you're pregnant Ember! Congratulations to you both I suppose!”

Ember cocked her hind hoof, but a glance from Elaine made her put it back down before the vet slipped his arm free.

“All feels and looks well,” the vet confirmed, peeling the glove off, a smile on his face.

For you maybe, Ember's eyes remained neutral, but her internal embarrassment and anger threatened to explode into violence at any second. How would you like my hoof and leg shoved...

“Stand, Ember - “ Elaine quietly murmured.

The vet, sensing Ember's growing discomfort, quickly moved to her side. “Congratulations, Ember, Elaine – you're going to be parents!”

A surge of emotion welled up within Elanore as she looked at Ember, who seemed confused and out of sorts. Considering what'd just been done to her, Elaine couldn't blame her. The reality of impending motherhood sank in, creating a bond between the mare and the owner that went far beyond the ordinary.

As the vet team concluded their examination, Elanore whispered words of gratitude to Ember, promising her care and support. The stable, once again, echoed with a quiet calm, now tinged with the promise of new life and the shared journey they would undertake together...only Ember had no idea how long a journey it was.

*

Ember's frustration was palpable as she nipped at her belly, then turned her angry expression onto Elanore, her eyes reflecting a mix of impatience and confusion. The bond between mare and owner, usually strong and understanding, was becoming strained by the challenges of Ember's pregnancy.

“What do you mean, four more months?” Ember squealed in frustration, her ears flat against her head.

“Ember, my love – I explained this to you, multiple times...” Elanore tried to remain patient, aware of Ember's pregnancy affecting her mood. She extended a soothing hand to stroke Ember's neck, hoping to ease the tension. “Your foal's gestation is approximately eleven months, and it's only been seven!”

Ember snorted and sidestepped away from Elaine, a clear expression of discontent, her tail flicking irritably. The weight of her expectations hung in the air, and Elanore couldn't help but empathize with Ember's impatience.

“I know it's not easy, Ember,” Elanore continued, her voice gentle. “But these last few months are crucial for the foal's development. We want to ensure it's healthy and strong when it arrives. You're being so brave, and soon enough, we'll have our little one with us, I promise!”

Ember turned her gaze back to Elanore, the frustration in her eyes slowly giving way to a more resigned expression. Elanore pressed a gentle kiss on Ember's forehead, a silent reassurance that they were still in this together, patiently waiting for the moment when their unconventional family would welcome its newest member.

*

It was late one evening, and the day they'd been longing for, finally arrived. Elanore, alerted by Ember's foaling alarm, rushed out of the stables, clad in a nightgown. Ember moaned and grew agitated, the first signs of labor gripping the scared, confused mare. Elanore let herself into the stable, gently stroking Ember's sweat-slick neck.

“It's alright my love, easy, just breathe...” Elanore murmured, trying to be strong for both of them.

Ember paced her stall, occasionally stopping to paw at the straw bedding. Elanore kept back, watching her, a reassuring presence, ready to offer comfort and support. The air was charged with anticipation and fear, as Ember squealed in fright and pain.

As Ember's contractions intensified, Elanore whispered soothing words, using a wet cloth to wipe down Ember's neck.

“It hurts...” Ember cried out as a powerful contraction seized her.

“I know my love, easy, let me check – I won't hurt you, I promise!” Elanore spoke quietly, gently pulling aside Ember's strapped tail. “You're dilating well, or at least I think you are!”

Ember dropped to her knees, her bulging belly quivering, as she cried out and trashed, then stood up, only to lay down again, another crushing contraction feeling like it'd tear her open.

“Good, good girl! That's it, my love, push when you feel the urge – I can see the embryonic sack – the tip of the foal slippers...”

“MISTRESS – IT HURTS SO MUCH...” Ember shrieked, bearing down with everything she had, as the worst contraction ever, struck her in rolling waves.

“Good girl, push, push hard Ember!” Elaine exclaimed joyously. “I can see the nose...the head – come on, push hard, now!”

Ember grit her teeth, giving everything she had, and with a sickening slurp, the foal slid free and landed on the straw. Panting in exhaustion, Ember slumped down onto the straw, gasping and hurting in ways she'd never imagined.

Tearing at the embryonic sack, Elaine cleared it away from the foal's nostrils and mouth, grabbing fistfuls of straw and rubbing the foal vigorously.

“Breathe little one, breathe - “ Elaine wept in joy as she saw, then heard, the foal's first tentative breaths.

“Is..my...our...” Ember gasped, too exhausted to lift her head.

Elaine lifted the hind leg, smiled, and scooped the newborn up in her arms, carrying her around to Ember's muzzle.

“It's a beautiful, healthy baby filly - “ Elaine burst into tears.

Placing the foal down where Ember could nuzzle and lick at her, her tears welling in her eyes.

“She's...everything I dreamed of - “ Ember whispered, nuzzling her weak, confused newborn, a perfect start to the bond that'd tie mother and foal together for the rest of their lives.

Elaine slumped down, resting against Ember's heaving sides, letting the mother and her foal bond.

“She's...beautiful...” Ember gazed down lovingly at her foal.

Elaine nodded and chuckled. “Alright, you got to get up, she needs to nurse, sooner rather than later – get that first, colostrum-rich milk into her...”

“How - “ Ember frowned, confused.

“From here,” Elaine snorted, then shook her head, as she lightly caressed Ember's full udder and teats, giving a gentle squeeze as Ember gasped, the hot, wet milk squirting. “Come on, get up – I'll help our foal, guide her where she needs to be, and we'll let nature take its course. I'm sure you'll get the hang of it – you will be nursing her for some months, so practice makes perfect...”

Ember shuddered and rose before Elaine helped the wobbly-kneed foal up and guided her wet, slick body towards Ember's teats. After a few anxious moments, the foal seemed to understand, and Ember gasped, the thirsty newborn eagerly sucking.

“I can't begin to imagine how that must feel - “ Elaine laughed quietly, watching Ember's expression. “I hope, once our foal's finished, you'd let me try it – I have no idea what mare's milk tastes like...”

END