Things had really taken a turn for Wichita, her day had grown increasingly strange. She had been riddled with sleep dreams of flying, the most wonderful dream she ever managed to recall. The rest of the day started pretty normal. She awoke in the early light about the same as always, blinking in the half light as she slowly came to. She heaved her ballooned body towards her favorite watering hole, a small pond, home to dragonflies and frogs. Lillies dotted the waters surface, where she would take a drink. This was also where she would take in her unusual appearance, the stranger that was she staring back at her.
Her pelt was the softest butter yellow, her mane and tail shades of robins egg blue and the lightest lavender. Her eyes were still a lovely shade of chocolate brown, but that seemed to be the only thing that had remained the same. At first glimpse, she jumped, startled. She backed away slowly from the waters age, her heart racing at this strange turn of events. Ever so slowly, she crept back, taking just a peek at her reflection still unconvinced. There was no denying this though, she was indeed the colors of spring, but she did not know how this happened. As far as she could remember, she had not done anything out of the ordinary. She ate in the same patch of clover, she slept in her favorite soft spot among the trees, and now she was at the same watering hole. Everything had been routine. Perhaps she had eaten something bad, perhaps one of the magicians of Beqanna was playing a joke on her. That's when she realized with a small, she knew such a magician, and perhaps he could help her. Jason, I need to find Jason, she thought before she turned to start her search. He would likely be somewhere with Fiasko and their children, so she started towards the spot she had seen them at yesterday. Before her life was thrown for a loop, before all this change had happened.
As luck would have it Wichita was only 10 minutes into her journey. Her little expedition to find her friends, to locate someone that might could help her, when her stomach hurt. No, really hurt. She had at first thought she needed to use the restroom, but after several comings and goings of stomach pains she finally realized what was happening. Contractions, they are coming, oh my.. she bit her cheek as she still stubbornly tried to walk. Each step becoming crippled by agonizing pain, her legs buckling at each step. Pregnancy did not compliment Wichita's small frame. It was a wonder that she could still walk at times, her barrel protruding so awkwardly around her. She struggled as best she could before finally stopping, her pillars shaking with strain. Each new contraction sent her eyes rolling, like she had seen many a time, the same pained look on other mare's faces. Wichita had witnessed several births, but it was quite the difference to be an observer, and to be the one with a small life trying to crawl its way out your hindquarters. As gently as she could, she tried to lower herself gracefully to the ground, and then from there to her side. Though she felt as if she was just throwing her burdened body around, too weak to really hold and support the weight in that manner.
She had not wanted to be alone for this. She wished her mother could be here, other mares from her herd. Someone, anyone to comfort her and tell her she would be all right. Just like back home, she thought between a break in contractions. She squealed, she didn't even try to muffle it, did not try to hold back. She let her cries of pain come, her eyes watering. With a push, a foreleg emerged from her womb, the muzzle of a new babe encased in the slippery placenta. She yelled, she cried."Please, somebody." her breathing ragged and pained, she wasn't sure she could do this. It was much more painful than she had anticipated.
