<sub>Everything looked blurred and fuzzy. Nothing looked like it was in it's true form. It felt like she was stoned, putting a new cutting edge to everything. The dizziness of being pregnant over-whelmed her as she stumbled through the land to foal. Out in the open, she didn't give a damn who saw her. Only, she wanted that stallion to be here, but knew he couldn't be. Every blade of grass, tree, leave, animal slurred through her vision until she couldn't tell where the heck she was.

Black hooves tripping over each other, the pain shot through her body. Finally collapsing to the ground, breathing heaving and lapsed. White coat matted with sweat as her tail clung to her legs. Eyes shut tightly and moans of pain released with each rippled of pain that surged through her. Snorting, she raised her head and whinned loudly for anyone. //Oh someone, please help me with unbearable pain.// She thought as she rested her head on the ground as ears pinned back on her head.

Pushing heavily, it took a mere three pushes. First, fore-legs and her muzzle. The rest of her body came with ease and Dame still had heavy breathing. The pain residing from her, she lifted her head and up on her fore-legs to look at her beautiful foal. A smile of delight cruelness lit her features as she heaved herself up with a wince. Licking her foal clean, she took the icky stuff off and thoroughly made sure her filly was breathing properly. Worried, Dame nudged the filly as her eyes popped open and a startled squeal erupted from the greyish brown filly.

Chuckling, Dame stood back for a moment as the filly sneezed. Watching her daughter made her heart swell with love and nudged her first daughter to get up. Urging the filly to stand, she seemed so hungry. The filly stumbled up onto four, long legs and looked around with a curious look. "Come here." Dame said in a hissed voice. The filly glanced at her mother with a wicked glare and wobbled over to her, nudging the filly, she started to suckle noisely. Slightly startled, Dame looked back and nuzzled the filly on the rump and cleaned her off a little bit more. Looking around, she searched for the stallion. "Where the hell is that stallion who screwed me over?" She grumbled.</sub>

The brute cantered through the field on his way to his forced mate. He'd bred her in the Willow Grove, just a lone mare and a stallion hungry for love. He had impregnated her, forced his foal upon her. Now it was time to see what his dastardly deed had created.

He increased his pace to a gallop, showing his Thoroughbred speed and sped to within a few yards of Dame blanc. Stopping quickly, sending a cloud of dust into the air, he looked upon his spawn with dark red occuli. She was pretty. A good mix of his black hide and her mother's gray-white one. He smiled and came a few steps forward, to stand a few feet from the two.

"She's beautiful," he said. "Have you chosen a name for her yet?" He watched the fae for any signs of aggression towards him for forcing her to have this filly.

"I suppose we'll just have to find one, now won't we?" the brute hissed, only to Dame. Then he looked down at the small foal. Well, to him she was small. "I am your father, Godiva," he whispered to her. Cranium was lowered to touch the filly's delicate tiara with his muzzle, a greeting. He lifted his head again and looked to his daughter's mother.

"You just try to find me one that I like." She hissed back as she watched him intently interact with her filly. Snorting, she turned away to graze and leave them to bond while they still had a chance. It wasn't like he was going to stay with them. The wretched stallion was probably going off to forcebreed some other mares and screw them over too. Ripping at the blades of grass, she kept an eye and ear on the two of them as her tail flicked irritantly.

"Daddy?" She asked as she stood frozen while he touched her. Smiling, she nipped at his chest and leapt back in a playful way. "Daddy, I have a question to ask you." She said in a small voice as she stood up and looked up at him. Touching her own muzzle to his chest, she took a step back and waited. "Why don't you love mommy?" She asked, looking at him, only him.

The shock on Dame's face and that evil grin as she looked at him. 'I'm not saying anything.' She mouthed to him and then went back to grazing. She didn't need to, Godiva asked him not her.

"Why would you think that?" the brute asked. "Sure, we've been quarreling, but that's what all parents do. I do love your mommy." Can't say she returns the favor, he thought. But this was true. He did love her. Her beauty and the fact that she had given him his first real child made him love her. She reawakened those feelings that had slipped into dormancy when his first love had rejected him. "It's just......When you're older, I'm sure you'll understand." He had been about to tell her of her forced conception, but decided that it wasn't something that he wanted her to have hanging over her head for forever. "Let me go talk to your mother, Godiva." He stepped to the side of his spawn and walked to Dame.

"I'll get you a home," he quietly hissed. "Will that make you at least a tiny bit more tolerating of me?" His patience with her was starting to fade, although he knew that it was his fault. Oh well. Once they got a home, he could go and be the ruler he wanted, and populate Hopeless Hearts with his offspring. He could be kind of a huge herd of mares, all his. Be a dictator, absolute ruler. But that was in the future. He waited for Dame's answer.

OOC: Your wait has been rewarded with a nice good post to think about and reply to. Chao!