A new herd

You had been on bed rest for 3 months, and the centaur baby made you almost immobile. You had been in the hospital for the last month, receiving supplements and help. But the day of the planned C-section had finally arrived. The nurse wheeled you into the operating theater. You took a few deep breaths of the anesthetic and blacked out.

You awoke sore but feeling lighter than you had in 11 months. It had been a long pregnancy, but average for a centaur. You held your baby, a hermaphrodite with barkskin coat, combining your blond with Brandy's bay. You named them Jillamatong or Jilla for short.

Marnie had already given birth naturally to your baby. They were a beautiful baby girl with your blond curly hair and an aquamarine tail like her mother. You had named her Laurel.

Brandy had gone into labor at the same time you had gone into surgery. Charles had turned up for the birth. He had officially accepted the role of "baby daddy" in the herd. She had given birth to a boy who resembled a regular horse. However, doctors assured you that he would learn to speak when he grew up. He was bay like Brandy and Charles. The other baby was a girl who looked human, except she had a horse tail. She had dark brow hair on her head and black hair on her tail.

Brandy is now the leader of a proper herd. One that would grow and expand with 3 breeding mares and 2 stallions between the four of you.