April continued to leak cum over the day, though she was pretty successful at hiding it. She felt... better, from something she didn’t even know was bothering her. His penis sliding had just been so incredible, and his cum had been so satisfying. She rubbed her own belly fondly, even days later, when not even she could tell there was any in her anymore. She couldn’t stop thinking about him, and wanting it, and rubbing her bedpost on her labia, imagining it was the colt, ready to push into her again. Thankfully she was not alone, so one day, Copper confessed, “R-remember that thing we did? My brother keeps doing it, a-and I think I’m ready to do it again too. I wanna pump all that cum into you again.” “C’mon, recess just started,” she whispered excitedly, “Let’s go to that hiding spot!” “That’s why I... okay,” he said with a nervous smile. “I’ve been getting more empty too,” April said, strutting before the colt in their hiding place in the bushes, her orange tail held high, “I wanted your penis inside me all over the place.” “W-well I’m ready too, I think,” Copper said, “It’s hard to tell, actually. But I feel... full-ish down there. And it really wants it.” “Well mine really wants it too,” April replied eagerly, “Are you gonna just... *grab* me and shove it in there?” “I... I could?” he said, “You want that?” “Yeah, just... whenever you want, and then you’re putting your cum into me again,” she said happily, then presented for him. Copper might’ve protested, but then he went straight to licking her, which he said afterwards he needed to do, to get his penis big. And sure enough, a post-orgasmic April stared forward and groaned in glad relief as hot seed pump pumped into her again, stretching her belly just right. The third time, she didn’t know how he managed, but the third time, he was erect when she got there, so he didn’t even say a word. He just mounted her, and it was actually kind of... difficult to push in at first, since she couldn’t stop his sensitive penis feel like it was sticking on the way in. But April was already wet from anticipation, and soon they were fucking earnestly. The fourth time, Copper said, “My brother does it this way sometimes. L-lie down on your back.” “On my back?” April asked amiably, rolling belly up before him. Copper walked over her uncertainly then, straddling her with his forelegs, and his penis was... in a place that it could reach her inside place! “Now I just need to make it come out,” he said uncertainly, as April looked critically at his quiescent sheath. “Maybe if you put it right up against me?” April suggested, “My wetness is what makes you want it, so maybe that’s how it comes out.” Several minutes later, April was panting, staring along with Copper at his groin mashed against hers. She could feel his penis sliding slowly up into her as it grew and thickened. She felt it stretch more and more, until Copper just started pulling his hips up and down, and the two foals could see his gleaming shaft sliding in and out. April liked that position. She could see how huge Copper’s penis got that way, when erect it smacked into her belly. And it was so thrilling yet adorable, when he looked so anxious just as he realized it was happening, but then his eyes lost focus with every thrust. He stopped being anxious and started getting ready to do it to her. Hearing him say, “Take it... fill you,” with such hunger, as she felt his semen pumping up into her belly just made her catch her breath, if she wasn’t outright orgasming already. He wanted to do it to her so bad, and she did too. She was addicted to it. Once on a hiking field trip, she just... felt so squirmy and wet, and hot between her legs, so she pulled Copper aside, whispering, “Can you? I... I really need it. Are you ready?” “Now?!” he whispered, “They’ll notice we ran off!” “I don’t care,” she whispered back desperately, “I r-really need it. Just really quick, just enough for you to start pumping it into me.” “I don’t... care either,” he confessed, “I don’t care if we get in trouble. I’ll just push deep a-and pump it into you. Let’s just... go,” and they just bounded off then, leaving the trail to dart behind some bushes, and she was barely on her back, before that wonderful colt was on top of her, grinding their groins together, preparing to grow inside her. “April! Copper!” they heard pretty soon, but they just kept thrusting, hugging each other trying to get him deeper inside. He said it didn’t hurt afterwards, but he looked almost pained as he started to cum inside her. “Oh...” April murmured clinging to him with her legs as she felt his semen begin spurting into her and filling her, “Oh thank you Copper, ohh I need it so much,” she whispered wetly, staring up at him with unfathomable love as she took in his seed and let it start doing things to her. He pulled out of her quickly, but April lay there for a moment, feeling Copper’s seed surge out between her legs, all over her tail. She got up as soon as she dared, looking back with worry at how her tail was such a sticky mess, but then Copper said, “C’mon, let’s get caught playing in the creek!” “Ooh, good idea,” she said eagerly, and washed off her tail and rear good, as they splashed each other and laughed, and the chaperone pony gallopped up to them full of fury. He had no idea what they’d done, because he thought they just left to play in the creek. It was absolutely perfect! April was still feeling really funny, like sick sort of, but not in a sick way. She hadn’t been too nauseous anymore, which was nice, but she was still fighting off that bug she picked up, even almost a year later. Then her belly swelled even more with Copper’s semen than it ever had before! He was getting bigger, and more volumnuous, but it... didn’t shrink down all the way this time. It was hardly noticeable at first, but the two older foals didn’t want to make it worse, so instead of filling her, Copper started giving two or three wonderfully satisfying squirts inside her, then pulling his flared cock out to spray ropes of white semen all over her belly. Even that didn’t work though, so they started just... not putting semen in there at all. But horny, wanting cock and cum, and still with a belly that refused to stop getting bigger, April was beside herself with what to do. She was eating ravenously, which just made her belly even bigger, and she couldn’t stop! She felt like she was feeding it, like she had to. Eventually she couldn’t hide it from her filly friends, who teased her for getting fat. And then she couldn’t hide it from the school nurse. The nurse took April aside, asked her if she’d been with a colt in the last year, and she stupidly said yes. But the nurse acted like she knew what to do about her belly, so April was just about ready to outright confess that they’d been touching each other’s naughty places together. So the nurse got April and Copper together in the nurse’s office, a pink haired, white nursepony, whose name neither of them really knew. “Do you two know where babies come from?” the nurse asked the pensive foals refusing to make eye contact with her. “N-no?” April said, half looking up at the nurse in surprise. What did that have to do with having a big belly? “When a colt and a filly love each other very much,” the nurse explained, “The colt puts his semen inside the filly’s womb. There, a tiny bit of it combines with a tiny egg inside your belly,” she looked with import at April, who at least was looking at her, if not understanding. “And that grows into a newborn foal,” the nurse continued. “You two have been... putting a foal in April’s belly here for quite some time, it seems.” “What do you mean a foal in my... belly? How would it... my belly’s not *that* big!” April protested. “You just wait,” the nurse replied, “The further along you are, the faster the foal grows.” “What’s a... womb?” Copper asked uneasily. “It’s a special place inside every female pony,” the nurse explained, “You can reach it through a little passage, right back...” and presenting for him, the nurse flicked her tail aside, saying in amusement, “...here.” “O-oh, so that’s why we... but I didn’t want a foal,” April said, looking at her swollen belly in disbelief, “Why did I want it so much? I didn’t even know!” “Your foal, if she’s a filly, is one day going to be in an office like this, with a swollen belly herself,” the nurse said seriously, “Think on that a moment. Inside your belly is somepony who could have somepony inside their belly. So suppose half of you wanted it so much, and half of you didn’t want it. How many foals are there going to be coming out of the ones who didn’t hunger for sex? As many as the ones who wanted it so much?” “N-no, because the ones who wanted it...” April said, her eyes starting to dawn in realization. “All your foals are born from the ones who want it,” the nurse said, “Any of the foals who wouldn’t want it never happened. So once all those foals grow up, they grow up into beautiful little fillies that colts love to put their penis into, who want it no matter what.” “O-okay, so I wanted it because... my momma wanted it,” April said cautiously, “And her momma and stuff. And this’s a...” she looked at her belly again, looking back at the nurse, “This’s a foal? I mean growing into a big foal?” “That’s right,” the nurse said, “And you’re growing into becoming a mother.” April blinked cluelessly. “Have your teats been aching lately?” the nurse asked, causing April to blush and look away. “Your body is changing with your foal,” the nurse said, “Those teats are going to be dripping with milk, before you know it. Your mind is changing too. Have you felt... protective of your belly lately?” “I—I have to feed it,” April said resentfully, “I just can’t stop wanting to... put everything into it.” “Well, that’s your instinct as a pregnant mother, to ensure she grows the foal within her big and strong,” the nurse explained, “Your little coltfriend there has it easy really. He doesn’t have a foal inside him to do all sorts of strange things to his body.” “W-well it’s not fair!” April said, looking up angrily, “And I’m... fine. I mean I didn’t even know it was a foal!” “You’re lucky,” the nurse replied unsympathetically, “In some ancient pony societies, it was forbidden to tell you it’s a foal, until you’ve given birth to it!” A beat, and the nurse added, “Do either of you know how April here is going to give birth?” The two shook their heads. “That womb of yours is a powerful muscle, in fact,” the nurse said, “It feels like nothing special now, but when your foal is ready to be born, it starts squeezing. Two things have to happen within half a day or so: you must stretch open enough between your legs to get the foal out, and you must push the foal out, right where your friend’s penis went in.” “H-how do I do that?” April asked somewhat blankly, because what would that even mean? “You just ignore it for the most part,” the nurse said, “And after it’s worked you open enough that you feel yourself having to push, you find a comfortable place to relax, and push the foal out of you. I can tell you that it’s... not very pleasant having a foal half hanging out of you, but ponies are very stretchy, so you might even enjoy it.” “But how do I push it out of me?” April asked, “Stretching open? How big is the foal gonna be??” “Pretty tiny actually,” the nurse said, “Newborn foals are much smaller than regular foals, because it’s easier to fit them out of your vagina that way. That’s what your milk is for. Your foal will grow bigger very quickly from drinking your milk, until they’re more of a normal foal size, but by the time they’re that big, they’re already out of you, so you don’t have to give birth to a huge one!” April’s relieved sigh was cut short, when the nurse said, “Newborn foals tend to be... about five to seven times the width of your friend’s erect penis. So if you can fit seven of him in there, then you don’t have to worry!” A beat, and the nurse added, “Also as your pregnancy approaches your vagina will get very stretchy and loose. It’s just kind of overwhelming to witness something that big coming out of you. There’s no way you could fit something that large in you now, but once you feel your womb start contracting, you’ll have loosened up just barely enough for it to fit.” “That... doesn’t sound so bad,” April admitted cautiously. “Just be glad that we’re ponies, not spotted hyenas,” the nurse said with a roll of her eyes, “But yes, it’s difficult, and takes a while, but it shouldn’t be too terrible.” “So... what do I do?” April asked in confoundment, “Just... wait until my womb starts contracting?” “There are a lot of things you can do to become a healthy mother, and bear a healthy foal,” the nurse said, “Mostly just eat well, watch out for any problems with the pregnancy, and keep active, even if you feel tired.” “Yeah—why do I feel tired, all the time?” April complained. “Because you’re growing a foal in your belly?” the nurse replied uncertainly. At April’s look of understanding, the nurse added, “Think of it like building a house. It takes a lot of work, and if you have to build one, you’re going to be a lot more tired when running around at school. You have to grow all those bones and muscles, and a pretty colored hair and pelt. Your foal’s just a ball of cells at first, and your body has been adding nutrients to it to become a real foal all this time. So yes, you’re going to be more tired. Ignore it and exercise anyway, because it’s just the extra effort your belly is making to grow a foal. Don’t exhaust yourself, but keep active. Got it?” “G-got it I guess,” April said, “So... I just... go now, and... wait for my womb to start contacting?” “I suppose there is one more thing,” the nurse said pensively, “You know how much your mother loves you, right?” “R-right?” April said uncertainly. “Well once, she didn’t love you at all, because you didn’t exist,” the nurse declares, “Then her belly started getting bigger, and she began feeling strangely protective of it. She began feeling like she had to feed it. Just like you feel right now.” “Ookay?” April replied not really wanting to know the truth here, but... “So that’s how your mother feels, partially,” the nurse said, “She sees you come back from school and feels like she has to put some food into that filly, so you can grow big and strong. What you feel about your belly is the beginning of the love for your foal.” April pondered that, but the nurse went on, saying, “One day your mother’s belly started contracting. She couldn’t stop doing it, stronger and stronger. She felt a powerful urge to give birth then, that grew over the day until it was all she could think about. She stood, or laid there and did everything she could do to get her womb to contract and her foal to come out. Birth, for a mother, is a very mind blowing experience. It’s difficult, overwhelming, and full of powerful instincts that you’re going to need to obey. Then, at last, you slipped out of her, all slimy and ugly, and too small, with barely enough hair to even call you a pony. She looked at you, and thought that was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.” “...what?” April stated. “Once the foal slips out of you, it’s kind of like drinking a love potion,” the nurse said, “You’ll fall in love with your foal, for reasons you don’t really understand. You feel a strong urge to burn the smell of a foal into your memory, and your instincts are searching for one of those ugly little things. So you’ll uh... love her, unconditionally. The good news is: it wears off. That’s also sort of the bad news though.” “How is that *good* news?” April asked, aghast, “I thought my mother loved me!” “That’s why it’s good news,” the nurse replied, “If you weren’t feeling love for an ugly little slimy, gangly thing for no reason, you might be too disgusted to let it nurse, and your foal would starve. There are mares who... hurt their foals, and if they did that at birth, there’s no way that foal would make it. Your love is a powerful tool if you embrace it, allowing you to love something more than you ever have before. Mothers fear it, because they don’t know it wears off, but as overwhelming and strange as it is, it’s going to keep your foal alive, possibly at your expense. You stop caring about yourself, and start only caring about the foal.” “When does it wear off?” April asked miserably. “In about... two weeks, give or take,” the nurse replied, “Long enough for the foal to get all cleaned up and adorable. That’s how they really get you.” “It is?” she asked, gulping. “You’re an adorable filly, and your friend is an adorable colt. You were even more adorable as young foals, though,” the nurse said, “If you have no pregnancy at all, and no strange baby love feelings making you do silly things you would never have done, and you have to care for a young foal, you’ll start feeling exactly like your mother does about you. You, and Copper here will both start feeling that way. Anypony does when they are around a young foal for long. That’s sort of why foals are adorable. Because they haven’t learned to be nice ponies yet, so how do you put up with them until they learn?” “I guess that makes sense,” April replied reluctantly. “Wait, me too?” Copper asked anxiously. “As you grew up, you stopped being as cute,” the nurse said, “But you started being a wonderful pony, who loved her mother, had compassion for others, and tried her best to do the right thing. And that’s how your mother feels about you. She was protective of a belly, then in love with a little ugly pony, then less strongly in love with an adorable pony, and finally loving you for who you have become. So... when you give birth, you won’t be a mother like your mother. You’ll be like she used to be, once you came out of her. And if everything goes well, you’ll have a great foal, who you don’t have to be potioned into loving, because they’re a wonderful person who anypony could love. And you can look at her like your mother does and think, “I made that.” *** “So um... mom, so how did I feel when I was inside you?” April asked her mom cautiously. Her mom responded by poking April in the side with a hind leg, right where April’s pregnant belly was swelling the most. “Like that,” she said. “Mom!” April protested, side stepping away from her mother’s probing at that... special thing that she had to take care of. A moment’s thought, and the reddish furred mare trotted out of the room, returning with a little satchel in her mouth. “Put this on,” she suggested, throwing it at April’s hooves. “It goes around your belly, but you can let it slip in between your chest and womb. It’s like an upside down backpack. April did, and... blushed as she couldn’t push it down around her belly. It was just too huge. All she could do was stretch it against the belly, then let it close uncomfortably just above her belly, but pressed against it. Looking up from her effort, she saw her mother had got one of... April’s old dolls. A ratty looking Miss. Muffinbaker. As her mother shoved the doll into the pouch with a hoof, April found that she was sitting there on her haunches, with her very important belly currently pressing against her thighs, and a reverse backpack with a doll stuffed in it. “Alright, now stand up,” her mother instructed, and April did. “Now you’re pregnant with two foals,” her mom explained, “Walk around a bit. See what each of your foals feels like.” Surprisingly enough... it helped. “She’s... she’s a lot heavier than Miss Muffenbaker,” April said, taking a few steps around, feeling her belly, and the harness, “It’s different though, because Miss Muffinbaker is just hanging below my belly.” “That’s how I felt,” her mom explained, “You were hanging below me, but you weren’t, since you were inside me, all curled up, with your head and forelegs up by my spine, right about...” she touched a spot on April’s lower back, “Here. Towards the birth you were pushed right up against my fillyhood on the inside. Made it easier to get you out, but...” Her mother pressed a foreleg against April’s belly, saying, “Your foal is here...” then she pressed a hoof against April’s stupidly drippy nipples, “Here,” then she touched April’s spine again, “Here,” then she... pressed her frog right up against April’s fillyhood, nice and firmly, “And here.” April blushed in confusion as her mom gently massaged her labia, saying, “Your foal isn’t just that belly down there. Your foal is up here too, in your whole body back here, and this’s where you’re gonna push her out.” “W-wow,” April said in nervous awe, looking back and feeling her mother massage... part of her that was not her belly, but was definitely her foal now. Her mom pulled away then, and April said apologetically, “Y-you didn’t have to stop.” “Oh, want to do a little bit of that, hmm?” her mom asked thoughtfully. “What?” April asked, tilting an ear in confusion. “Stand here and lift your tail,” her mother said, right close to April’s passage, “If you want me to check on my grandfoal, with my tongue. If you don’t want my tongue inside you, go ahead and walk off, find something else to do. I won’t ask twice though, so stay still and... maybe we won’t just be a mother and a daughter anymore.” April couldn’t believe her mom was saying this! She... she wanted a tongue inside her though. Wait, check on her grandfoal? “How long is your tongue?!” April blurted out in astonishment. Her mother stuck her tongue out at her in response, and... kept sticking it out, for a lot more than April could do, certainly. Pulling her tongue back in, her mom said, “It’s all in the stretching. Now hold still and enjoy, baby. Lemme know if it doesn’t feel good.” April was too flustered to answer, and especially not say yes, so she just raised her tail and... stood there. “Good girl,” her mom said softly, “I’ve wanted to do this since forever. They say you can, but... how often do you find somepony else who’s pregnant?” “I... I don’t—” April started to answer then squeaked to silence as her mother kissed April’s labia strongly, surprising the young mare with how forcefully she struggled her tongue into her. April couldn’t believe how quickly she became aroused, when her mom lipped at her clitoris as April winked uncontrollably from the shock, and April knew what winking was now, too. She started breathing harder and feeling... strange with a belly like this. The tingles from her vagina were... going around it, as they made her hind legs stiff, and her head remember fondly the colt who had put this foal in her. Her mom’s tongue squirmed especially insistently against a... place in April. “Thath the thervix,” her mom explained excitedly, “You foath juth patht it. Ca you feew it therk open?” April wasn’t sure what a therk was, but she concentrated, feeling a sort of... jerking feeling when her mother prodded that place. Then her reflexive jerk suddenly clamped down incredibly intensely around... a tongue? April panted harshly as she felt what must have been her own cervix give way, jerking back, then clamping down more weakly on a tongue that slid in even deeper. April tried not to... clamp it? She wasn’t sure what she was feeling, but she was certainly feeling it stretch around the tongue in a way that made sweat trail down her swollen, gravid belly. Then April felt it... beyond her cervix. “Aww... theth tho cute!” her mom declared adoringly, “I ca feel you foal!” “You... you can?” April said breathlessly. “Yeah,” her mom said heedlessly, and April felt that tongue press tightly against her, stretching her even more open than... something, as April started to orgasm around the great empty space inside her. The tongue slid way around, like it was going through April’s entire body, as her mom said, “Thath you foalth head, you womb all the way haroun ith,” until that tongue was stretching April’s womb between her foal’s head, and it was right up against her spine practically! “It *is* against my spine!” April squealed urgently, “I *can* feel my foal in my whole body! I’m... orgasming... around heh-hehh-her hrr...” With that, April’s vagina, what was left of it at least, helplessly convulsed around the base of her mom’s tongue. The sweeping rushes of tingles shook through her, going around that huge space inside not just April’s belly, but all the way up her body, by her spine. It was a foal! A solid, thick, heavy foal, she could feel herself stretched around it, could feel her womb clench around it, gasped as her belly just... seized up, and she could feel every inch of the foal within her, orgasming helplessly around that giant space in her, within which only her foal could feel things, not herself. She felt like a... like a shell around this thing. Like she was hugging it, but more intimately than any hug she’d ever done before. April wanted to... hug things with her womb all day. Instead, she lay there curled on the floor, after her mom got done checking on her foal, cooing luxuriously at her belly and her whole body, saying, “I’m gonna give birth to you, right out of my vagina, then you’re gonna drink all my milk. I’m making it just for you. You’re gonna feel an orgasm too, and you’re gonna feel your foal inside you, I promise...” Her mom, curled around her, curled around her foal, remarked, “I sure hope you succeed. Feeling that there’s...really a foal in you is the most incredible thing I’ve experienced since giving birth to you.” Looking up at her mother thoughtfully, April said, “You could check any time you want. I uh... felt a contraction.” “What?” her mom asked in alarm. “No, I mean... I don’t think it’s labor,” April said, “But I felt my womb... squeeze down on my foal a little, just once. S-so that’s what giving birth feels like. I know what it feels like now. I was wondering how it would feel, and now I ...sort of know. like that, but... stronger, and more often.” “The fact that you can squeeze your womb means you don’t have much time left,” her mom said warningly. “I wanna give birth but...” April said hopefully, “I’ll try to hold off as long as I can, because I love being like this, and I love you. there’s no harm in waiting a little longer.” Hugging her and indirectly hugging her foal, her mom said, “I love you too, honey. We’ll make sure you give birth at just the right time.” *** A: “Are you sure this is the perfect time?!” M: “You’re dilated all the way, so push!” A: “I can’t! I waited too long and now they’re stuck!” M: “Quit whining, you’re fine. You need to push with your womb, stretch this thing here open like crazy, and give birth already.” A: “I’m... turning into a... mother...” M: “Yeah. It’s really happening to you now. Get ready to nurse, because you’re a birthing mother.” A: “It... hurts...” M: “It doesn’t hurt enough! I want you to tear yourself a new one! Your cunt should be stretching open wider than a flipping bowling ball! Push!” A: “NHHHHH” M: “The legs! I see the legs! Don’t let up! You have to push it out of you. Feel how much you need to give birth. How much you wannit.” A: “MM—mom! MAAAAARGHH” ... A: “The... the contraction’s done. S-sorry, sir.” S: “It’s quite alright. Business was pretty slow today anyway.” A: “I wasn’t... yelling because it hurt. That’s... weird.” M: “Yeah, they say it’s harder to yell the more it hurts, but that urge to give birth, that’ll make you squeal loud enough to wake the neighborhood.” A: Was it like that... for you? M: I didn’t give birth in a public market, but yeah. A: S-should I—? M: You’re doing fine. Just relax, and concentrate on giving birth now. Nothing wrong with doing it here. We’ll take care of you, and your foal, after you’re done with what you need to do. A: I need to... e-everypony, I need to contract! I can’t stop it! I-it’s making me love my foal! I’m a mom... Imma mommy, I love my foal so much! It’s taking me over! Need to... push. Need to push her ouuuuut... M: You’re doing great! Keep pushing! Don’t worry about your vagina. It feels like it’s gonna break, but you can stretch more, see? A: AHHHHH! M: I can get my whole hoof in here, you big baby! Your womb is powerful, it’s all you care about, so fuck this vagina and push! I can see the legs sliding out, in the sac. You’re a birthing mother. Your vagina’s ready to stretch around a whole foal, so plant your legs, and push! With this. This womb right here. This’s what you are: a birthing mother. A: Unh! Nnh! Unh. Unh. M: Good, I can feel those contractions. Your vagina doesn’t stand a chance. Good, that’s a good contraction. Do this, harder and harder, and your foal will slip right out of you. M: ...she’s gonna scream again. S: Right, covering ears. A: AAAAAAHHHHH! *** A: Oh... Celestia... Luna... what’s happening to me. There’s a... why’s she... hanging... halfway out?! M: I dunno, but you did for a while. Why don’t you lay down and take a look at the foal you’re giving birth to? A: Oh, it’s... the sac. M: Well, okay. Look at that sac a while, see if it makes you feel like doing anything. You want to get your foal out so—there you go. That’s just what I did. You’re just a stupid little mom, huh? Chewing away the egg sac. ... heh and now you can’t stop licking her clean. A: She’s... she’s just... slimy and I’m just... trying to... a little... M: Take a look at that. Can you feel your mind changing to love her yet? A: She’s... such a beautiful shade of blue. Is that because... I love her, or is it really a... a beautiful color? M: Any color can be beautiful. Your favorite color used to be green. You want her to be green? A: No! No because... she’s... blue? I–I can’t think... I have a flipping foal in my vagina! How... ugh... so tired. M: You okay? Feel the contractions starting up again? A: No, not yet. I-I’m... so glad. I need a break so badly. She can... sit in my vagina all she wants. Oh Celestia, the rest of her is... curled up... in my hips. I can feel her curled up *inside* my hips! M: It’s pretty incredible, huh? Go ahead and take your time, you won’t be able to feel like this very often at all. A: I... I can’t stop loving her. It feels like I’m falling. She’s so beautiful. Oh Celestia, I *would* kill myself just to... see her smile. M: That’s what it feels like, huh? Well don’t worry, some day she’s gonna be staring at a foal coming out of her and feeling the same way. A: But then she could die! M: Oh, right, stupid instincts. Think about this then: you sure have a beautiful, healthy foal coming out of you. A: Yeah, I... I do. She’s so tiny. How can she feel so big? M: Mother Nature’s got a sense of humor. *** A: She... she’s waking up! M: Oh right, you sort of did that too, so I think it’s normal. A: What do I do?! She’s only half out of me! M: You could do what I do and make your foal burst into tears by panicking about it. A: Not helping! M: After you opened your eyes, you looked up at me, not a care in the world. I didn’t even notice how you weren’t upset. What color are your foal’s eyes? A: They’re... oh Celestia... M: It’s okay, she’s just checking you out. You made a little person in your belly, huh? A: How did I make... she just... M: You’ll see her eye color pretty soon. They sure do look cute with those big old pupils though, huh? A: No, she’s more... special than... ugh, I hate being a mommy. M: You get better at dealing with it pretty quickly. I mean, you can say the words “My” A: My? M: Foal. A: Foal. M: Isn’t. A: Isn’t. M: Special. A: ... M: It doesn’t have to be true, but you can say the word. Just say “Special.” A: ...Special. M: So you can say that your foal’s not special even in the middle of giving birth to her, with every instinct screaming at you that she’s the most important pony who ever came out a vagina. A: I-it’s weird, because I know it’s not true. That she’s... not... special. But... just look at her! M: It is pretty uncanny, I suppose. Oh... oh... ohhhh she’s yawning! A: Awwwwww *** A: Woah, my... my womb is feeling all antsy again. It’s really ramping up. I guess... I’m gonna give birth now? M: Should be easier since you birthed the head, and you’ve been stretched out around her torso for the better part of a half hour. A: I... I hope so. Hnnnh.... M: ...well, she didn’t move that time, but I expect the next contraction’s gonna be a doozy. A: yeah... M: Just focus on what your womb’s gonna do, and imagine doing it as powerful as possible. *** A: Hnnnh! M: Oh, I think she’s moving! Wait— A: She’s! Coming out! I can... see her! Coming out! M: It’s okay, cutie. Your mommy’s just got to finish giving birth to you now. Would you just look at you coming out of her! Good job, cutie! A: NNNHHH *** M: I think this’s gonna do it. She’s sliding outta you really fast, huh? A: AHHHNk— (gasp) (heavy breathing) M: It’s like falling off a cliff, huh? Feels weirder that it doesn’t hurt, now. A: I... my... contraction’s not... M: It’ll let off pretty soon. You still have the placenta to deliver though. Now that’s a fun instinct. *** A: S-she’s standing! I haven’t even birthed the placenta, and she’s up on all four hooves! That’s amazing! W-wait, no! Don’t—! M: AHAHAHAHA A: Stop laughing! How would *you* feel if I had run away until I got pulled off my hooves by my umbilical cord? M: AHAHAHAHA A: Holy hay bales, I could feel it yanking up into me... M: ahahaha (gasp) AHAHAHAHA A: You’re the worst mom ever... *** M: Smell her. Go ahead take a good whiff. Can you feel her scent getting locked in your brain forever? A: She smells so good... M: You’ll be okay. You’re only gonna be a mommy-mommy for a couple weeks, remember? I’ll never forget your scent, and I’ll never forget the smell of cinnamon crumb cakes. And hey, you wanna feel something really weird? A: W-what’s that? M: Let’s see how your mommy instincts feel when *I* get real close to her, like this! A: S-stop! No you—what’s happening to me I-I-I can’t—HEL M: Yeah, you feel like that for a while, too. Don’t worry, it’s only really bad when somepony doesn’t warn you they’re getting close to your child. But hey, I did get close to her, and took a nice good whiff, and I’ll never forget her scent either! A: It’s... I can *feel* it just... burning into my brain, it’s different. M: It’s stronger, but not different. Go ahead and lose yourself in her. You’ll come out of it alright. Trust in your instincts, and they’ll trust you. A: I-I’m going to name her Splendour, o-or Magnificent. M: See, this’s why foals don’t have official names until they get their cutie mark. *** A: I think the least weird thing about this whole experience is the nursing. M: She sure knew where her meal ticket comes from. So, you remember that spinach casserole I made yesterday? A: Yeah, it was really good. Why? M: Well, you’re feeding it to her, right now! So enjoy that thought. A: I’m a flipping pool filter...