Demonic Spell (18+)

Recipe 13

I pitifully look at the beautiful gray mare lying on her side on the hay-covered barn, her swollen belly and her unnatural position in foaling announcing her distress. A pair of small, dark legs protruded in her hindquarters, further evidence that her foal refused to be born. Her condition was indeed very serious.

 “Will Martha be alright?” A thirteen year old Kath asked me after she placed the towels on my side.

“She will be, Kath. Martha is a very strong horse.” I assured the girl beside me.

I slowly approached the mare, taking care not to startle her, though the poor thing barely had enough strength to lift her head, let alone be startled.

Quick, shallow breathing marked her exhaustive attempt to give birth. I quickly washed my hands and generously lubricate it.

I positioned myself behind her and I caught the mare grunted, the sound like a plea as her limpid eyes roll in pain.

I must hurry.

Taking a deep breath I parted the mare’s soft flesh and wedged my hand next to the tiny pair of hooves. Their appearance was a good sign, announcing that the foal faced the correct way. But at the same time I must squeeze my hand past them, which would cause the mare new pain.

I hoped that dear old Martha would be too exhausted to feel it.

I slowly and carefully eased my hand inside the throbbing birth canal where the foal lay.

Feeling my way in I let out a relief breathe as I found something recognizable.

Here were the foal’s outstretched hind legs.

Here were the hindquarters and the body.

New hope awakened in me as I continue to feel my way until I suddenly encountered something hard.

“This isn’t right” I whispered, bracing my left elbow as I explored her with my right hand.

The front feet should come out last but this feel like another hoof, I thought to myself.

Suddenly the mare struggled as the birth canal contracted. Crushing pain shot up on my arm, rubbing my breath away. Grimacing, I try to relax my muscle and waited, praying that the contraction would pass. Instead, the mare’s muscle squeezed tighter than before.

“What’s wrong Elie?” Kath asked anxiously.

“Birth spasm” I gasped to assure her. “It will pass, I'm sure.”

There is no point in scaring her more.

I angled my body in futile attempt to ease the pressure and I feel relieved when the birthing muscle relaxed.

Feeling in the slippery darkness for the misplaced hoof, my arms throbbed in agony. My back and neck are shrieking in protest as I leaned forward to extend the foal’s leg.

The leg moved in respond to my continued pressure and, I continue pushing and extending in up.

I couldn’t stop the moan from escaping my mouth as the muscles clamped around my arm, squeezing relentlessly in their attempt to expel the foal.

Abruptly, my arm was pushed backward and partially freed as I saw a set of dark hindquarters with a wet, limp tail at the opening of the birth canal. I finally managed to move the leg allowing more of the foal’s body to be expelled out.

I continue groping for the misplaced hoof and uncurled it further.

A little more push..

Just little bit and Ommph!

The foal along with water and blood gushed out, knocking me along.

I gathered the young colt in my lap and began to wipe the mucus from the tiny muzzle.

I faintly heard Kath’s gleeful shrieked while I continue massaging and stimulating the colt. A renewed twinge of concern tugged at me as the newborn continue to lay limp and lifeless.

Gently squeezing the tiny chest I give it a series of small quick pumps, to stimulate the heart. And relief filled me as the little fellow gasped, sneezed and sucked in a deep breath.

I heard Kath exultant shouts as she run out of the barn into the arms of her anxious family and announced the successful birth of her horse.

Smiling softly to myself I continue cleaning the foal up but Martha seems to think otherwise as she nudges me aside and proceed to clean her foal herself.

“Elie! Oh my god!. Thank you so much!” Kath hugged me gleefully and she disappeared back to the barn.

“Thank you Elie,” I turned around and saw Mrs. Adams smiling indulgently where Kath went to.

“Kath won’t stop crying so we need to call you up this early.”

“No problem, Mrs. Adams. You know how I love to help everyone up.” I smiled back at her while we walk towards the kitchen.

I didn’t regret being waken up at the break of dawn to attend the birth of a new life.

And who could ever sleep after hearing Kath’s voice as she sobbed and pleaded over the phone that I should come and check her horse up.

“So how’s your grandmother?” She asked after I finished cleaning myself up. Inhaling deeply, I smelled the wonderful smell of brewing coffee.

“She’s fine as before but mightily annoyed with Ana” I chuckled and Mrs. Adams placed a steaming cup of coffee in front of me as we both watch the dark sky get lighter and lighter.

“I must go now Mrs. Adams” I announced after finishing my coffee. “Grandma must be waiting for me now.”

“Would you at least stay for breakfast?” Mrs. Adams asked. 

“Sorry, Mrs. Adams I appreciate it but I must go now,” I replied shortly.

After some words of advice to the Adam’s family for the care of Martha and her newborn colt I left their farm, back towards the place I called HOME

 *A/N*

Umm.. well as you can see it's the new chapter of Elisha's life..

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