“Come along, Sara,” Rubric said, walking his kelpie and her pegasus father through the city of Minopolis on a set of leashes, “It’s not much further.”

Sara, the aquatic equine formerly known as Scylla, followed behind her master as she could, but she was finding it difficult to do so as she looked around at all the minotaur made buildings surrounding her. The city was a sight to behold, rivaling the splendor of the more regal Equestria cities, like Canterlot. While the size of the city itself contributed to some of her wonderment, as buildings were crafted to accommodate minotaur, while made every structure double the size of it’s Equestrian counterpart, the main thing that attracted her attention was the magi-tech marvels from the Antlerteans that was integrated into the most every structure of the city.

From simple street lights, to strange magical devices that Scylla yet to understand the purposes of, there were many things in Minopolis that were common here, but impossible to find in her former home. As the trio of creatures passed by one building, a minotaur entered through a door that opened for him upon approach, which to the kelpie seemed like an unnecessary luxury, when one could easily open a door themselves.

As much as these things amazed Sara, it was the reason she couldn’t keep pace. Perhaps such sights could have caused her to pause in the past, but at this point she had been living in the minotaur nation for several months, and a bit of her initial awe had worn off. No, what was causing her to slow down was a simple matter of nature, as she was now nine month pregnant, and her water had broken just minutes prior.

“How are you doing?” Pathfinder asked his daughter, “Do you need me to help you?”

Of the two males escorting Sara, the pegasus was far more concerned, Rubric doing little more than keeping an eye on his female as he made her walk under her own power in the midst of labor.

“I’m… fine” Sara replied, stifling a grunt of pain between words, “I think I can make it on my own.”

Sara and Rubric had been taking walks to the birthing area frequently since her arrival, so she had plenty of practice, and she hadn’t started contractions yet. She felt she could make it, so long as she kept her focus on something else other than herself. Looking around, she tried keeping her attention on the others walking the streets.

It was still early, but Minopolis was a city that was active around the clock. Plenty of minotaur were out, even as the sun was rising, opening shops that sold food, crafts, carts, furniture, pretty much anything that you’d find at a normal market, with the added inclusion of items used in the managing and taking care of slaves. There were always two different types of items too, those made by minotaur, and those made by those they owned. Minotaur made object were often crude and simple, but durable. Antlertean objects, which made up most of the other items, were often elegant and powered by crystal batteries filled with their magic, just like structures around the city. A small percentage of other items were made by other enslaved species, who others were owned by the shop’s owner, always having some form of flair that came from the creature’s ethic background, such as a kirin made sculpture Sara once saw being of scaled ponies surround in orange glass in the shape of fire.

As more and more creatures came into the streets, the minotaur present were joined with many of the deer native to this land, who Sara had learned were often allowed to go about unescorted to places, in order to run errands or even work for the benefit of their master. They were even allowed to have time off, where they could go about and do what they pleased, so long as they returned to their masters when they were instructed to, and not a minute later. To see the deer allowed to live practically normal lives was beyond Sara’s expectations upon arrival, but seeing them move around so freely made her feel a little better once it set in that her own enslavement wasn’t going to be all chains and cages, even if public nudity seemed to be a common theme among all those under minotaur rule.

Walking closer to the place where Sara would give birth, she, her master, and her father had to pass by the slave market, the place where Rubric ran his own business. As he had explained, he was a slaver, in the fullest sense of the word. Not only did he capture slaves, but he had his own section of the slaver’s market that belonged to him. A sizable booth that held within it several cells, and within it several creatures he had for sale. While he was working at the Society, he allowed his own Antlertean’s to operate it, selling off stock, which mostly consisted of others of their species, whom Rubric had purchased from the nurseries located around the minotaurs’ nation for the sole purpose of reselling. The booth was closed at the moment, locked up tightly with heavy bars made of solid titanium, in order to keep things from getting in or out, with metals of that strength being the only thing that could resist the massive might of a minotaur.

The trio passed by the booth, and every other store along the way, not delaying for a moment to reach their destination, the birthing stage. A large structure made of sturdy wood, large enough that it could hold several barns on its surface, sat in the center of the minotaur capital. Birthing was at the center of minotaur culture, and thus the place of birth was at the center of their city, a large street with benches located all around its curve wrapping around the structure, so anyone could sit and watch those displayed on it enter motherhood, or simply watch as they traveled through the city. Rubric led Sara and Pathfinder to one of the many stairways leading up to the platform, each of which being stationed by a pair of Antlerteans comfortably sitting behind a desk.

“Hello sir,” one of the two deer greeted Rubric upon approach, able to determine that he was coming to them when he didn’t veer away, “Is your slave mare in the middle of labor at the moment?”

“She is,” Rubric answered, “Her water broke about twenty minutes ago, and we headed right here after.”

“Have you placed one of your slaves on display during birth before?” asked the other deer, getting together a small stack of papers.

“I have,” Rubric answered again, “A few times, so I’m familiar with your sheets.”

“Then you’ll just need to mark down if you endorse the use of painkillers, potions, the level of humiliation or punishment you, as well as your name, and the name of your slave.”

Rubric looked at all the boxes, and checked off all the things he approved of, making selections that would make the experience as easy for Sara as possible. She had been very well behaved since her relocation, and while one might think that was because of the influence Rubric had over her with the crystal heart, the truth was that the minotaur hardly had to use it to get the results he desired from her. The training at the Society was more than enough to change the kelpie into an obedient brood mare, the likes any minotaur would be proud to have in their possession.

“I will be wanting to keep the child,” Rubric said, stunning the deer for a split second, before making one reach for another form. It was rare for minotaur to want to raise children, but not completely unheard of.

Once the paperwork was complete, Rubric handed over the leashes in his hand, for both his kelpie and his pegasus. He had marked Pathfinder down as an additional midwife for Sara, so he could stay with her, watch over her, and participate in bringing the minotaur’s child into the world. While this was in its own way another thing to rub Path’s nose in how much control he had over both of them, it was also something Rubric had to do, as he wasn’t going to be able to stay himself. He was a busy minotaur, and needed to open his booth, as there was seldom a slow day in the Minopolis slave market.

“Both of you, be on your best behavior,” he commanded before he left, making sure that they would do just that while he was gone, “And listen to the deer. They will take care of you, Sara, and ensure the birth goes off without a problem.”

Sara nodded, trusting her master’s words, even though she was starting to get scared as he turned to walk away. She was told ahead of time he wouldn’t be present for the birthing, but his presence did act as a source of comfort. With her being left in the hands of strangers, the gravity of what was to come hit her.

The only thing she could think to do to give her a bit more courage was to shout to the minotaur “Have a nice day at work, master!”, which made him look back at her with a smile, which in turn made the kelpie feel a little better. The heartfelt moment between the two was cut short though, as the deer tugged on her leash, prompting her to follow their lead as the small group made their way up the platform.

Once up the steps, the desk deer handed both Path and Sara off to another Antlertean, a buck who would be assisting with the birthing, who was picked out from a large group of deer set aside for the task. With leashes in hand, he guided the two ponies across the stage, allowing them to see the dozens of females already in the middle of their own birthings. Some of them were with their own minotaur masters, though they were the minority, as just with raising a child, it was a minotaur trait to not be interested in a birth, and their presence was a display of their power over their females, as they held their slaves in place by leash.

Those without masters were given their own spots on the stage, chained to a post, with a cushioned mat to lay on, that was unless they were directed by a owner to be made uncomfortable during the process, in which they were put in bondage that made them stretch or pose in ways that fulfilled those wishes. Both ponies had seen it all before, but from the ground level, and never this close.

“This is the spot,” the buck said, pointing out a mat for Sara, which had with it a soft, cylindrical pillow she could use to prop her head and upper back on, “Now this is going to take some time, so just lay down on your back and make yourself comfortable. I’ll go get you some potions to make this go along easier, and a few refreshments in case you get thirsty, but for the most part I’ll be checking on you to make sure everything is going smoothly, since you have your owner sent another slave to keep watch over you for your stay.”

Sara did as she was told, and laid down on the mat, positioning the pillow granted to her behind her shoulders. “How long can this take?”

“Hours, usually,” the buck answered, “And if it’s a boy, you’re in for a time. It will hurt either way, but try your best to relax.”

Sara took a deep breath, and proceeded to do as instructed. She wasn’t worried, just a little nervous. She had been told many times prior that there were rarely any complications during childbirth, with all the things the Antlerteans had created to help with it, and the main thing now was that she would just have to grit her teeth and bear what was about to come next.

“Don’t worry,” Path said, taking his daughter’s hand in his own, “I’ll be right here to make sure nothing bad happens.”

Sara did feel better knowing that someone she cared for would be here to watch over her, since her master wouldn’t be. Pathfinder had done so much for her through her life, from raising her, to surrendering his own will to Rubric in order to be with her in Minopolis. There was no other pony she would rather have present at this moment.

Suddenly, a surge of pain strikes Sara. It was coming from her womb, and she knew exactly what that meant. “Dad… I think it’s starting.”

Path gripped his daughter’s hand firm, and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “We’ll get through this together. Relax for now, but when you feel another contraction hit, push.”

Sara nodded, already dreading the pain she would surely feel.

The day passed, enough that the sun had almost performed a full arch over Sara. The deer attending to her delivery had been providing her with water and potions to ease the process, but the event was still agonizing for the mare. At this point, it was clear that she was giving birth to a minotaur, as she didn’t think a pony would have felt as big as the creature moving through her birth canal. The kelpie swore that she could feel a tiny horn scraping against the inner walls of her vaginal passage, and in her mind managed to find the will to curse Rubric for putting her through this, though she restrained herself from vocalizing her pain induced detest for the bovine, since it would only come out as a slew of curse words, and she had been commanded to be on her best behavior.

“Just keep pushing,” said the buck, now stationed between her legs, awaiting a large body to be pushed through the tiny hold of flesh in front of him, “I can see your vagina start to open by itself. The baby must be close.”

Sara struggled to force the child inside of her out, the act feeling so much worse than being fucked by a minotaur. She wanted to scream, like so many other females had earlier when they delivered their own minotaur sons, but she was compelled to hold back her voice, only allowing tears to slip out as went through to torture of being a mother. Not even the painkillers given to her eased the burden of giving birth to the minotaur calf, due to the sheer size of the child, or maybe it was an effect of the minotaur’s curse that made the pain so intense that nothing could stop it. If this was what it was like, she could see now why creatures rarely mated with the bovines of their own will. You’d have to be insane to agree to inflicting something like this upon yourself.

“You’re almost there,” Path said, stroking Sara’s mane as he let her squeeze his hand so hard he was worried a bone might break, “Just a little more.”

Path’s words did little to calm or comfort Sara, as she was at her breaking point. She wanted, no, needed this baby out of her at that moment. The only thing she could do was hear the only advice being given to her, and push with all her might. Minotaur were sturdy, so the kelpie rationalized that a little extra force would do her child no harm. With that as an excuse, Scylla put all her might into pushing, determined to get the child she had been carrying for nine months out as quickly a could.

“There we go,” said the deer, “I can see a snout. That’s a minotaur if I’ve ever seen one.”

No duh! Sara yelled at the deer in though, but just kept on pushing. It was not a quick process, with her having to stop, take a few breaths, and then try again.

At that point though, it was all practically over, and a little over fifteen minutes later, she felt something give and the child slipped free and out of her, the deer grabbing it by the armpits to catch and help pull the brand new baby bull out. The level of relief Sara achieved once it was out was heavenly, as the painkillers given to her were finally unobstructed, and she fell into drug induced bliss.

“How does it look?” Path asked the deer.

“It’s certainly a healthy one,” the buck said, holding up a freshly delivered bovine boy, “A little on the average size, but he’ll have years to bulk up.”

“C-can I see him?” Sara asked, notably exhausted from the ordeal of birthing, but still aware enough to be coherent.

“You can in just a moment,” the deer answered, “I just got to take care of some of this stuff on him, and his cord of course.

The deer went on to cut the calf’s umbilical cord, and clean it up with a wet rag and towel, the baby letting out a few bellows denoting its discomfort through all this. It had just been born, and the first experience it ever had was being roughly rubbed down with soap in water. However, he was quickly cleansed, and once presentable, brought over to its mother so she could see it.

“Be careful now,” the deer said, handing the bull over to Sara, “It might be a minotaur, but it’s still a baby.”

“I’ll be careful,” the kelpie said, taking her son in her arms. He was large for a baby, at least if compared to a foal, yet he was still so small. His fur was so fluffy and soft, colored a light brown with a grey patch traveling up from the tip of his nose to the space between his eyes. If anyone looked at the child, they’d never be able to think that such a cute thing would some day grow up to be a musclebound minotaur.

“Hello there,” Sara said, speaking softly and with a smile on her tired face, “I’m your mommy.”

The bull child blinked at the woman holding him, lacking understanding for the words being spoken to him, and having even less understanding about the world around him. The only thing it knew was that it felt safe being held by this large thing, and that feeling of safety kept it calm and quiet.

A small bit of applause came from the crowd below, those minotaur keeping an eye on Sara, along with those just passing by who happened to catch the last parts of the process, showing their approval of the birth of another one of their kind into the world. It was a small celebration, but one that Sara appreciated, as it made her feel welcome in the world of the minotaur, despite having been dragged into it for this express purpose.

Looking out at all the bovine faces, many of them seemed to blend into one another, but then she spotted one that stood out among all the rest. That was the face of her master, who was standing close to the edge of the stage, giving a subdued clap with the rest of the crowd. Scylla didn’t know how long he had been there, but for whatever reason he came back to watch the birth of his child. That made Sara happy, that her master had put aside his work to be with her at the moment she became a mother.

At that moment, she was so glad that Rubric had claimed her as his slave and his wife, even if the journey of getting to this point was the worst period of her life. Nearly a year of being kidnapped, abused, raped, tortured, and exploited, one that really hadn’t ended, so much as reached a point where she accepted her fate, but she was still able to find some form of happiness. She may be nothing more than a breeding slave, but she was Rubric’s breeding slave, and as she was trained to think, there was nothing else that she would rather be.

Author's Note

So we have reached the end of this story. It is the first completed story I've ever done where the main focus was an OC, and I must say that while I think the story came out fine, the results were a bit disapointing, but also expected. I assume that most people don't really care about OC stories, unless it's one of the more popular ones it the series fannon, like Button Mash, Flufflepuff, or Little Pip. Still, I'm happy to have made this story to expand a bit on the lore of my setting, and as a personal favor to my main artist, Scylla the Kelpie. I thank them for lending their OC for this story, along with all the others who allowed their OCs to be featured as well.

There will be three more small chapters to come, as a bit of an aftermath for the story to tie up a certain loose end. What that is, you'll have to wait and see. Then again, if you've stuck around this long, I'm sure that's not too much of a problem.