Stallion Mage: A Horse Shifter Mpreg Romance (COMPLETE)

A Birth And A Life

A sense of the familiar woke the stallion mage. He blinked his eyes open but did not yet move his heavy limbs. Above him was something never thought he'd see again - the tent he once shared with Mare-Mother Quirina, a small version of the stallions' healing tent.

I am with the mares. They found us. He sent a thought of reassurance to his daughter, still trapped inside him. He was in man-shape, he could feel it. Exhaustion weighed down his limbs. Or was that something else?

Something rustled at his side. He could not turn his head, but his mother's face appeared above his. She showed him his own horn in her hand, faintly glowing with a light of its own.

"He is awake, Mare-Mother," another female voice said.

Alvarr wanted to turn to the unknown person, but found he could not. Nor could he speak. My mother's work...?

"Yes, my healers are holding you," Mare-Mother Quirina said, her eyes crinkling in a faint smile. "You should be feeling nothing and unable to move, except for your eyelids. I will prick you on the arm. Blink twice if you feel it." She held the faintly glowing horn up, and made a movement to the side.

Alvarr did not feel it.

"You are safe with us," she said, stroking a strand of hair away from his forehead. "If you do not resist, everything will be easier. I am sure you have guessed, but it is time for the child to be born. I am going to deliver her."

She's so beautiful. Alvarr admired his mother's long reddish-brown hair, streaked in places with white. She was a tall woman with a face just beginning to weather with her years. When this is over, I must ask how many brothers and sisters I have. And with a burst of joy, he realized that he truly believed he and his foal would both live. His mother was the greatest healer anyone could remember. Even the old mares admitted it.

Laren? He sent the thought to his mother, hoping she would somehow hear him.

But his mother didn't show any knowledge of what he was thinking. "Sisters, we must begin," she said calmly.

Three other mares' voices hummed an endless drone, soothing and strange. It stayed on one low note like the humming of a bee hive in summer. Alvarr found himself falling into the sound.

"Listen to their song," his mother said. "It will help you to not worry. And there is no need to worry." Mare-Mother bowed her head, sending her reddish-brown hair, so much like Alvarr's own, forward. She held the horn to her forehead for a moment, and it glowed brighter.

Then, she moved to Alvarr's middle, out of his sight. "Close your eyes, my son," she said in a dreamy voice that rose and fell strangely. "All will be well. Just relax. Nature has provided the way to deliver your foal into this world."

Those words carried his mother's compulsion. Though it didn't affect him the way it affected others, Alvarr found it easy to obey. He listened to the continuous drone of the mares, and placed his trust in Mare-Mother Quirina.

Then, there pressure on his belly. He tried to tense with alarm, but his mother's compulsion returned. "Do not worry, my son," she said, sounding at perfect ease. "Everything is just as it should be."

Though they had taken Alvarr's movement and sense of pain, they had not taken their hearing. The mage could not mistake the sound of something happening. It was just a whisper above the mares' hum, but he knew what his mother was doing: using the sharp point of his own horn to cut into his flesh. She will cut the child out of me!

Terror tried to rise. He felt no pain, and the magic of the mares held him still, but his heart sped up wildly, and, even motionless, he started to sweat. There was a sound of liquid. Is that my blood? he thought. Though it was only a trickle. It could be water, he told himself, even as he thought a hot spray of liquid landed on his leg. Was their hold wearing off?