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Another day, another job.

Ben was out on the nice, flat, solid plains. It was a nice change of place from the swamps he had been recently doing business in. He was instructed to travel by foot from, a certain point, as horses would have made them...uncomfortable. But he was coming up on the edge of the tribe's lands. Indeed, a scout was waving him down.

"Hello?" he said, looking up at the broad-chested horseman. "My name's Ben. Chief Thunderstep sent for me?"

He nodded and led the human into a deep cleaning, in which a pretty young mare stood. It was obvious at first glance she was heavily pregnant, and as the scouts hooves alerted her to their presence, she glanced up, tucking a few strands of her long brown hair behind one ear as she bit her lower lip nervously. She was still standing, though her legs were trembling with exhaustion and her sides were heaving.

"Thank you, good sir," she said, dismissing the scout with a wave of one slender hand, and motioning for the human to come closer. "You're the man Thunderstep sent for, correct?" She smiled shyly. "I'm his daughter..." She was leaning against a tree for support, and it became obvious she had been laboring for hours already and was near completely exhausted, sweat matting her soft brown fur as her chest rose and fell slowly.

"That's me," said Ben, smiling and taking her hand. Her human 'stomach' was, of course, perfectly flat, as most of that region was heart and lungs; it was her underbelly that held her reproductive organs, and as such it was hugely swollen, and trembling regularly.

Ben looked around. "Um...do you have someplace more comfortable you'd like to be?"

She smiled gently at his human ignorance, giving a light toss of her long hair. "Here is where my mother gave birth to me, and her mother before it. The rest of the herd has been instructed to allow us privacy so I- ugh!" She groaned suddenly, her free hand reaching down to side and clutching her bulging stomach as the hand he held tightly squeezed down. With a grimace, the muscles of her large pregnant stomach contracted visibly beneath her soft hide, one of her hind legs stomping the ground as it suddenly became apparent she wouldn't be standing for much longer.

"Calm down," said Ben, running a hand along her back as he maneuvered around her. He had helped humans and horses give birth in the past, but never one of her kind...still, he was the best for a reason.

He peeked under her tail; her nethers did indeed look like those of a horse, black and rubbery, lightly dripping with fluids, and situated below them was an udder, as would be expected of a horse. It was quite swollen as well. It seemed odd that she'd have that as well as a set of human breasts, but now was not the time to ask.

"How long have you been laboring?" he asked. "And do you have reason to anticipate a difficult delivery?"

She rubbed the side of her swollen stomach, her fingers stroking the soft fur as her sides heaved with the strength of her contraction, her breaths coming a bit slower however as he spoke. Once his hand left hers, she gripped the trunk of the tree she was leaning heavily against desperately, before the pain began to ebb away as quickly as it had come. She sighed heavily as the contraction ended, glancing back shyly as he brushed away her tail. "Since before dawn..." She rubbed her swollen stomach idly as she spoke. "This is my first, and another mare had become worried that it was taking too long..."

Ben nodded. That was rather long, even for a first time mother. "I'm going to examine you," he said, using his special ointment to sterilize his hands and forearms. "Try to relax." Gently, he parted her quivering lips with his fingers. "Have your waters broken yet?"

She felt her body tense at his touch, looking back shyly as he examined her. She shook her head slowly to his question. "Not yet..." She was obviously very embarrassed to have a human looking at her nether regions, her long tail flicking back and forth as she watched in anticipation of him entering her, stroking her massive pregnant sides slowly.

Her insides were light pink, and there was a trickle of fluids coming from them...good signs. He looked a bit down further, examining her teats. He gave one of them a gentle squeeze; milk flowed out readily. Another good sign. "Are your contractions close?" he asked.

"Nnn..." She bit her lower lip as a quiet moan escaped, feeling his cold touch on her body, she knew she was moist even though her waters hadn't broken yet. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt him squeezing her lower teats, feeling her milk spill out for the first time. "I... ahh... ahhhnn!" She gasped, her pregnant stomach heaving as the strong muscles began to contract, her chest rising and falling as she panted, the pain welling up inside her. She clung to the trunk of the tree supporting her large body, her tail rising slightly on instinct as she grunted loudly, one of the hooves of her back legs digging into the soft earth beneath her. "Ohhhhh!! I'd say they're close... I don't know if I can take this much longer..!"

Ben moved aside just in time to avoid getting a faceful of tail. "It looks like you're just about fully dilated," said Ben. "I'm going to try and manually break your water. Relax."

Carefully and gently, he opened her up and slowly worked his hand inside of her. It was a tight fit, but Ben knew what he was doing and shortly he had worked his whole hand inside. "Are you uncomfortable?"

She bit her lower lip shyly, though his hand was easily able to glide inside of her due to how moist she was. Still, she squeezed against it, her breathing heavy. She shook her head, giving a toss of her long brown hair. "No... Its okay." She blushed lightly, stroking her bulging sides as if to calm herself, or the unborn child within, her tail lifted for him on reflex. "Nnn..."

"Try not to kick me," said Ben, smiling but not entirely joking. Slowly, he worked more of his arm inside of her, gently stimulating her to get things moving. At the same time, he used his other hand to manipulate her udder; nipple stimulation helped promote contractions in humans. He wasn't sure if this would work the same way, but it was worth a shot. "Feel anything?"

"I'm not a common horse, you know!" She quipped back playfully, but she wasn't entirely joking either. As his hand probed deeper inside, she couldn't help but sigh softly, a deep crimson blush spreading over her cheeks as the sensation of being penetrated and having her lower teats massaged at the same time. "Oh!" Suddenly, she felt something give within her, and with a 'pop!' her waters began to spill out around his hand. Her tail lifted out of the way, though she could feel the deluge pouring out more and more, the clear fluids pouring from her massive stomach in waves, before she had the chance to warn him to stand back a bit.

'Deluge' was the right word, and Ben couldn't get out of the way as an utter torrent of fluids spilled out from her, thoroughly soaking his garments. The flow continued for several seconds before subsiding.

Ben blinked, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. "I think that did it," he said, unable to suppress a smile. "How are you feeling now?"

She sighed heavily at the sudden release in pressure, though her relief didn't last long as the strong muscles of her stomach began to tense with a contraction, her breath catching in her throat. After laboring for long she was exhausted, her strong legs trembling to support her weight, though finally she felt as if it might be time to lay down in the grass. "I- I feel... something," she spoke through heavy breaths, a pained expression on her face. "I think it's coming!"

She grunted, her tail still lifted. With the cushion her bag of waters was creating now gone, she could fully feel her foal descending, and suddenly she knew it was time, her legs finally giving out as she began to lower her body a bit clumsily to the ground. "Uhnnn..."

"Relax," said Ben, not seeming to care that he was drenched. "Your body knows what to do. Just do what feels right." He rubbed her flank reassuringly as she settled down and moved her tail aside, her nethers bulging. "Are you feeling the urge to push yet?"

Her large body collapsed on its side, her chest heaving as she panted heavily, her human half still sitting up to rub the exposed side of her massive pregnant stomach. This contraction seemed to go on forever, and the urge to push she felt was overwhelming... She was unable to close her hind legs, one lifting up to expose her soaked and bulging nether regions to him, nodding up at him desperately in answer to his question. As this strong contraction seemed to reach its peak, she could no longer hold back as her body began pushing on its own, throwing her head back and grunting loudly. "Uhhhnnnggggg! Hrrrrggghhh...!"

Ben held her leg as she pushed, a little gush of fluid escaping from her as her belly quaked. He could see the foal begin to descend. "It's coming," he said. "Talk to me. How are you feeling?"

She gasped as the contraction ended, her sides heaving as she panted heavily. The foal descended slightly back into her, disappearing from view. "I... don't know if I can do this..." she spoke between deep breaths, exhausted from such a long labor. Her soft brown fur was matted with dark pools of sweat, her face red from exertion as she bit her lower lip, looking up at him.

Ben looked up into her eyes. "I've delivered dozens of babies," he said, "most of them to first-time mother. I've heard that line more times then they can count. And you know what? Your mother could do it, your grandmother could do it, and someday your daughter will do it. You can do this." He laid a hand on her belly, feeling her progress. "Now, can you push with your next contraction for me? Nice and hard."

She nodded slowly, her eyes watering as she gazed up at him. She was completely exhausted, her chest heaving with each heavy breath she took, though she couldn't ignore the state she was in. "Ohhhh Gods..." She gasped, as she placed one hand upon her belly as well, gazing down at it fearfully before rolling her head back and gritting her teeth. Her stomach heaved as she began to push, squeezing her eyes shut.

Now Ben could really see the foal move. Laying his hands on her, he could feel it slip into her birth canal; looking inside, he thought he could just about see something bulge out. "You're doing great," he said. "Keep talking to me. And push!"

"I... c-can't! Ah!" She heaved a sigh as she stopped for a moment and panted, before drawing in another breath and pushing with a grunt, unable to stop at this point. She pushed to his instruction, and as the foal began to emerge just slightly she placed one hand on her belly in an attempt to force it down a bit more but oh, it hurt... She felt her nether lips parting around the foal as it made its descent, suddenly stopping with a gasp at the pain. "Ahn... Its coming!! O-ow ow ow... it hurrts.." She suppressed her urge to push as long as she could, in fear of the pain burning in her tight opening.

"You're doing great," Ben repeated, and indeed, she was. The top of a human head was beginning to emerge from her, stretching her nethers. But she would have a lot more stretching to do before her ordeal was done. "The head's coming out! Push hard for me!"

Her muscular horse legs spread as wide as she could as she rolled on her side a bit, drawing in a deep breath as her massive belly heaved with the next contraction. They were crashing over her like waves now, the next beginning as soon as the first one ends. She thew her head back with a grunt, dragging her small hands along her stomach as she applied a bit of pressure, trying to force it down as she trembled with exertion, pushing hard. "NNNNGGHH...! AH!!"

The centauress pushed, and slowly but surely the head emerged, followed shortly by the shoulders, then the chest. Ben supported her as she pushed, holding the foal as it slipped out...then it stopped, despite her efforts.

Ben took a deep breath. "Don't panic," he said, "but I think the foal is stuck. Stay calm."

As the foal slid out, with it came more and more fluids, until finally she felt it stop, stuck, lodged in her birth canal. She was stretched painfully wide, and her eyes did fill with fear as she gazed down at her half emerged foal. As the next contraction crashed over her, her massive stomach gave another heave, throwing her head back with a toss of her hair as she grunted loudly through clenched teeth. She bore down as hard as she could on her half-emerged foal, beginning to roll over in her panic almost suddenly enough to present the danger of crushing him, one of her front legs stamping the ground in her frustration. "Ahhh... It hurts! P-please... Ohhhhhh Godds..."

"Calm down!" said Ben, a bit more sharply. "I know it hurts, but you have to stay calm." He looked down, gently feeling around her lips and along her birth canal. "It looks like the foal's legs have gotten a little twisted," he said. "I'm going to have to adjust them manually. It's going to be uncomfortable, but try not to move around too much, and when you feel something give, push as hard as you can."

Carefully, he oiled up his hands, and with the gentle touch of an experienced healer, slowly slipped one past the foal and inside of its mother.

She panted heavily, trying to remain calm as he instructed her to, wincing at his touch as he began to insert his hands slowly past her dark lips, already stretched painfully tightly around her half born foal. She groaned loudly, a sound much like a horse's whinny from deep in her throat. "Ohh... I have to puuush!!" She tried to keep calm but with the next contraction she couldn't fight the urge, giving a great heave even though she knew it was futile. She was a bit fearful of crushing his small human hands with her strong muscles. Finally, with a gush of fluids she felt something give, and threw her head back, pushing as hard as she could against the unborn foal. "Ah! Hnnnngggghh...!"

Ben could feel her muscles squeeze as he gently shifted the foal's limbs, and as he got them into position, he nearly fell over backwards as the baby slipped right out amid one last gusher, and it wasted no time in wailing for its mother.

"You have a perfectly healthy and very large little colt," said Ben, as he toweled off the newborn and severed its cord with a pre-sterilized knife. "No wonder you were having trouble."

She heaved a sigh as she felt it finally give, and slip out with another last gush of fluids. The newborn looked up at him curiously as his big body was toweled off, the new mother's body finally relaxing as she nearly collapsed in exhaustion. She smiled weakly, hugging her newborn to the full breasts of her chest as it began to stand on shaky legs. "Ah... Thank you..." She looked up at him with tearful eyes, blushing lightly as she carefully brushed a few strands of still moist hair from her newborns head.

"All in a day's work," said Ben, beaming proudly as the foal found its mother's breast and began to feed. The work was difficult at times, but it was also very rewarding. He could not imagine doing anything else with his life.