I'm so excited, delighted [birthing] - vlinder, zeik, any

[Felinae]

This time she knows what to expect. This time she knows she’s safe. But even though she’s safe and far away from the pale demon’s red piercing eyes, she’s alone this time. Minette hadn’t been at her side during her labour, but the cobalt blue roan mare had known that the gray mare had been near. She had put strength and comfort from Min’s presence. So even though she’s safe now, she feels a little uneasy by the loneliness.

Over the months her stomach had swollen again, getting rounder and bigger as time passed by. Felinae couldn’t be happier. She had her family and friends close. Even though she didn’t see her lover and daughter that often, she knew Zeik and Besra were around. And the same counted for Minette and Magnus. And the child she was carrying right now would only make their little family more perfect. Not that Besra lacked anything, but she’d been yearning for another child, with Zeik to share her joy.

When the first contractions start she moves away from the others. Lately it wasn’t hard to find a secluded spot and it doesn’t take Felinae long before she finds a spot that makes her feel comfortable enough. She’s hidden away from piercing eyes, green leaves shielding her blue form. She’s forced down on her knees as the contractions get worse and with a soft cry she gives in to the whole birthing process.

By the time it’s over the blue girl is panting hard and her sweaty flanks heave as she attempts to catch her breath. She doesn’t give herself time to rest and instead sits up, already eagerly looking in the direction of the newborn child. Felinae murmurs softly, whinnying as she reaches out to the girl to clean her up. Her youngest daughter is gorgeous. Once again a mix of her and Zeik’s physics. Just like her sister Besra this child has a black roan coat – from her dad – and a slight compliment of her mom’s blue. Even though they are still wet and covered with slime, a pair of bluish wings sprout from the baby girl’s shoulders.

Her heart is full of motherly love again, caring for the girl with her whole heart and being. ”Vlinder.” Her voice is soft as she names her child, her muzzle trailing across the trembling form. She only steps back a little when she’s sure that the girl has been thoroughly cleaned, giving her the space to get up on her wobbly legs. ”Come on, little one, try to get up” she encourages her newborn daughter, also gently bumping her rear to empathise her words.


@[Calcifer]