Your time has come

You are awoken in the dead of night by immense pain despite the stretchiness of your body this process was still going to hurt as it required the full strain of your abdominal muscles. The wind is howling, and the rain lashing in a furous storm outside your window

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaAAAAA!" You shout out.

Mary (now 8 months pregnant) and the newly unburdened (at least from pregnancy) Meer come rushing. They had been waiting nearby suspecting that with your unusual pregnancy that you would be next. Two other chambermaids came rushing in one was trained as a midwife and the other a vet.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR" You cried out again the pain was overwhelming. Back when your parents had been pretending you were a boy you had been kicked in the balls as a kid. The pain from this was less (about 3 times according to studies) but lasted longer and kept coming back. Centaurs like horses are born in a sack and you start to feel the smooth edges of it enter your birth canal.

Mary is there by your side her belly touching yours as she holds your cock and balls out the way. Her hands on your male genitalia feels good but is overwhelmed by all the pain.

"Breath, Breath, Push, Breath" The midwife reminds you.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR!" Is all you reply.

You mother comes rushing in dressed in a red silk dressing gown just as the baby's human arms and forefeet come out first encased in the sack. Meer reassures everyone that this is how centaurs are born. Your mother comes and holds your hand and whispers encouragement into your ear.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRHHHH!" scream and the rest of the centaur body slips out your vagina.

The vet brakes the bag revealing a healthy hermaphrodite bay foal.