Message-ID: <57754asstr$1213704603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: news.giganews.com.POSTED!not-for-mail NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 16 Jun 2008 23:30:45 -0500 From: "Stasya T. Canine" <stasyatk9@juno.MUNGED.com> X-DF-Seen-By: res X-Original-Message-ID: <sbnd54hl0ku8soql8sbtrijg90kmjmbj4e@4ax.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Antivirus: avast! (VPS 080616-0, 06/16/2008), Outbound message X-Antivirus-Status: Clean X-Usenet-Provider: http://www.giganews.com X-DMCA-Notifications: http://www.giganews.com/info/dmca.html X-Abuse-and-DMCA-Info: Please be sure to forward a copy of ALL headers X-Abuse-and-DMCA-Info: Otherwise we will be unable to process your complaint properly X-Postfilter: 1.3.39 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 16 Jun 2008 21:30:03 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} RP <*> Biolab 06 - Cora and Bill - Songs of Love 1/8 - Birth, A Duet (M-Mare zoo) Lines: 98 Date: Tue, 17 Jun 2008 08:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2008/57754> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: emigabe, RuiJorge Released to the public domain ---------- M-Mare zoo Biolab 06 - Pony Girl! Cora and Bill - The Saga Begins Songs of Love 1/8 - Birth, A Duet (written and recited by the mare Cora, and her human mate, Bill) (Cora and Bill alternate, starting with Cora) --- Warm air Chills a steaming body, As a mare grunts with her efforts. A young boy Stares in awe And shares his mother's triumph. Legs unsteady. Eyes unfocused. A filly rises, and searches for life. An encouraging nod From mother and mare, And his hand lightly touches a miracle. Skin flinches. Gentle tones soothe The thundering heart within. (together) The saga begins When a young boy Unknowingly fastens the chains of love Around a newborn mare's heart. --- * * * * "Mom! Lightfoot's groaning and grunting. Is she in pain?" "I don't know, dear. I'm sure she'll tell us when she gets her breath back." "MOM!" I was so frustrated with her non-answer that I shouted at her. Instead of answering me directly she put her hands on my shoulders and turned me back to face Lightfoot as she started giving birth. Her hands tightened and I started to tell her she was hurting me, when she shushed me. "Quiet. Here she comes..." A brown body oozed onto the hay. It glistened in the dim light. "Ugh! What a mess. She's so quiet. Is she?..." Lightfoot stood and turned to gently nuzzle her daughter. The wet body shivered and its chest heaved. The filly's limbs spasmed and she fought to stand up. Once successful, she hesitated then nosed her mother as she searched for a teat. Lightfoot shifted her legs slightly to allow easier access. Mess and disgust forgotten, I reached to touch the newborn filly. When Lightfoot's head turned in my direction, my mother gasped and grabbed my hand. I froze. Lightfoot looked at my mother and spoke softly. "It's OK. Let him go." She turned to me. "Gently, Bill. Speak to her and let her know you're there before you touch her." "What do I say? She doesn't have a name yet. Have you thought of a name? I have. Cora. Do you think I can name her?" My mother giggled. "Cora?" I thought you hated your aunt Cora." "Come on, mom. Aunt Cora is stupid and she treats me like I don't know anything about anything. I hate *her*, not her *name*. It's a beautiful name." I stared at the filly and didn't see the looks that were exchanged. Lost in my wonder, I lowered my voice to a whisper: "She's beautiful. If I get to help take care of her, I think I should get to help decide on a name for her. Besides, *you* got to name Lightfoot!" Lightfoot nudged me with her head. "Go say hello to Cora, then." "Hello, Cora. I'm Bill. You're beautiful." I gently touched her flank and felt her skin flinch at the unexpected contact. Lightfoot nickered something, Cora pulled her head out, looked at my hand, then me, and went back to suckling. Reassured by her acceptance of my light touch I moved my hand slowly along her flank. It was still damp, but I never noticed as I lost myself in the miracle that stood before me. ---- "Community togetherness can lead to a consensus outlook that seeks and destroys any dissident element, no matter how small and really harmless" Dean R. 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