Unicorn Foal
Jola was heavy with foal and more terribly excited than she has ever been before. She spent all day in her panties and bra, prancing, and calling to her mother each time the baby kicked. “I’m sure he will be a colt” She said excitedly “I can feel his strength.”
Her mother just smiled and said, “Would it matter if it was a filly?” She said, with a small smile on her face.
Jola smiled widely and shook her head, “I wish Uni was here.” she said, looking sad.
“He and your father are talking about secret things that us women don’t know about.” They both laughed, despite her fathers secretive visits to Uni this past mouth, both of them knew he was discussing wedding plans with him.
Jola laughed even louder when she thought that unicorns did not marry, only humans did. But she was looking forward to that day, very much. The day when she would wear white for him and stand before God to say she loved him.
That night she felt the foal coming and left quietly in the darkness to go the horse paddock outside of town, to be with others, at least similar to her, to give birth, and the foal was only partly born when the wolves attacked.
The horses tried desperately to protect her, the mares surrounded her as a last defence, the stallions attacked the wolves, and the first was brought screaming to the ground after only seconds, the wolf pack had grown, and they smelled blood.
In her mind she screamed in total terror “Uni, the wolves are here, they have come to kill our foal.” But in her body she was helpless, the baby was not coming fast enough, she could not do anything in her own defence.
Uni reared and kicked the door straight off its hinges, and outside people were gathering, each carried whatever weapon they could find. Jola’s cry for help had reached every person in miles. Only one man refused to help, a big man, a drug dealer, until his wife hit him hard in the ear and screamed, “You help that poor girl and her little one, or don’t be coming back. He too followed the others.
Jola’s parents were already outside waiting for him when he arrived, and he simply said, “Climb on, we don’t have any time to waste.” He knew what would happen when they climbed onto his back, and it did, they burnt through his hide and the flesh under it, until they reached bone, but never did he utter a sound.
When they arrived at the paddock, all was total devastation. The stallions had all died fighting, taking with them many wolves, their fight had not been in vain, and now the mares had started to fight in their own turn, “ protect the herd.” they screamed.
Jola’s parents jumped off Uni’s back and ran to Jola, as he fought a way through the pack for them. Jola screamed when she saw what had happened to his back, and tried desperately to believe him back to health once more, but her foal was taking up too much of her mind.
Uni started to fight for Jola and his unborn foal, and the mares fell in behind him, and the wolves attacked him with every bit of fury in their hearts, tearing the already hurt unicorn to pieces in front of Jola’s eyes. But not one stopped fighting, they reared and kicked, bit and trampled and Uni impaled many with his horn,, until finally their rescuers arrived.
The drug dealer who had been hit by his wife threw himself on the back of a wolf who was about to tear the throat from a mare, and strangled it with his bare hands, others attacked with whatever they had, and the pack began to thin further, but always they moved towards Jola, and there her parents stood firm, never letting anything pass them. Jola’s father’s leg had been severely mauled, but he did not flinch as another wolf went for his throat, this was his baby, his little girl, and he knew in his heart that he would protect her to the death.
Uni speared the wold in mid leap as its fangs reached for his throat, and Jola’s mother held her tightly, helping with the birth.
Again it was the drug dealer who killed the last wolf, this time with his own teeth, and those mares still alive once more drew the protective circle around Jola, and at last the foal came. It was a filly, and Uni looked on in pride as it staggered, trying to gain its feet for the first time. The mares whinnied in pride at the beautiful foal, a piebald, black and white, and Jola’s parents smiled widest of all.
Jola named her new filly Kasandra, after her best friend, and then let it feed from her milk. Today the herd had survived, but only with the help of the humans who had befriended them, and Uni changed back to human form to hug each one of them, ignoring the terrible wounds on his back, because he knew they had saved both Jola and their baby.
