Epilogue

The cool breeze ruffled my unkempt, brown hair as I listlessly laid down across the long wooden patio of the five-bedroom home Pinkie and I had purchased a month before hand. The ice in my glass clinked against itself in a symphony of tings and pings as the ridiculous curly straw Pinkie insisted I use buffeted the wind. In the words of an old person that seemed to breathe death from their lungs, I was plum tuckered out. I usually was, around that time. You don’t get much rest when you’re basically the caretaker of about eight foals who constantly need your attention or else they might die. Literally, I’m sure that any parent will tell you that if you leave a kid alone for about two minutes, they’re likely to find something to choke on or impale themselves with. Mostly, it’s the unicorns that have little spurts of magic burning holes in the wall and pegasi who keep involuntarily flapping their wings and lifting off the ground. They drive me crazy! But still, I don’t think I mind it overall.

I look out toward the busy street in Ponyville, patrons paying for random wares and fruits, and the booth owners, who always seem to have “the greatest deal in town” even though they had just sold the same number of carrots for two bits cheaper a minute before. I just giggled at their antics, almost if I were watching the old show. Once I realize it though, it’s sort of surreal. Almost like nothing is real, and it’s all some drug induced coma that I’m in. But then a kick reminds me where I am. A kick that comes from a place I never believed I would be kicked from. In my life, I’ve been kicked out of many clubs and bars, I’ve had my ass kicked by many men whose girlfriends I had just gone the whole nine yards with, and I’ve even kicked myself into high gear in order to meet a class deadline back when I was in high school.

But no, I can never say that I expected to feel the kick of a little foal's hoof against the inside of my stomach. Hell, I never imagined myself even seeing a baby kick. If you’ve never seen one, let’s just say it’s not quite what you’d expect. It’s not just a tingly sensation of a foot—or in my case, hoof—rubbing against your inside. No, it’s a literal kick that you can see push your skin outward. Pretty close to resembling something out of the movie ‘Alien’, only I’m not Sigourney Weaver, and I’m pregnant with a miniature horse and not a xenomorphic murderer hell bent on spreading its children out through means of parasitic infestation.

Though, I suppose it’s close enough to warrant a metaphor. This bugger inside me is definitely the closest thing to a tapeworm I’ve ever had. It lives within me, taking up the vast amount of nutrients I send its way, and by vast amount, I almost exclusively mean enough of Pinkie’s baked delights to kill a small elephant… which is a pretty good simile to how I felt at the moment. I never understood why girls felt self conscious about their weight until I gained some meaty flanks and a gut that could put a sumo wrestler to shame. My stomach, once a beautiful example of what a mare should look like, was expanded even farther than Applejack’s was when I first arrived. I was plump; there was no doubt about it.

But I think I’ll live, or so says everyone in my herd. They should know, though. The majority of them just went through it themselves, thanks to me. One by one, they became rounder than a blueberry and sooner or later, they’d pop like one too. Applejack was the first to go, which didn’t surprise any of us in the least because she was literally too big to move by herself. I just remember the mixture of fear and panic I had when Spike ran in and told Pinkie and I to rush to the hospital as fast as I could. I was already a few months pregnant by this time, so we had to take it slow, but—more or less—we got there as fast as we could. Pinkie told me later that she thought it was hysterical that I couldn’t stop pacing around the room while we heard Applejack grunting through the two double doors. I can still remember the conversation coming from the delivery room.

“Alright, Applejack, you need to push,” a muffled voice said. “It’s coming out head first, you need to push…” The statement was followed by a tiny scream and what sounded like a moan. I held my breath as silence seemed to overtake the whole building. Three other mares were in the room with us: Twilight, Fluttershy—who looked absolutely terrified—, and Derpy, who strangely enough, was very curious as to what was going on in the other room. Almost like she had no clue what was happening.

“That’s it! Keep pushing! Keep pushing!” the doctor yelled as a scream filled the hospital, making everyone in the waiting room cringe, all except for Derpy, of course. “Good job, Applejack! You’re so close!”

The room went silent again and we all stared at the double door, waiting for something to happen. My heart sank as a painful thought tore through my head. What if something went wrong? What if the foal… My eyes were red, not watering. They were red, and let’s leave it at that.

Then the foal started to cry. I sighed with relief, and Pinkie was there to hug the crap out of me, which I was profoundly thankful for. I was just about to hug Twilight when we heard something else.

“Umm, Doctor, could you come over here for a second… What is it?... I don’t think… I don’t think that’s it… What do you mean?... Twins… Twins!” My eyes lit up, and I nearly fainted. “Applejack, hold on because you’re about to be the proud mother of twins!”

“Ugh,” another voice called out, a little hoarse. “Just get this thing out ah me, Doc…”

I chuckled at this and got a stern glare from Twilight. I think she was giving Applejack her sympathy because she was so near to term herself. It had been nearly eleven months since my first time in Ponyville, so she was cutting it close.

A few more harsh words and some screams, and out came another crying foal. I was practically jumping because I was so giddy with excitement. My children were in the next room. The fruit of my loins were almost ten feet away. I was about to see something living and breathing that I had made. I felt proud as they wheeled out the foals in the tiny sterile carriage. I was going to see my babies! I was going to see my…

I stopped. One was swathed in a blue blanket, and the other in a pink blanket, and their little heads poked out of the holes as they suckled on little pacifiers. One was red, like me, and the other was a lighter yellow, probably from Applejack’s family. I wasn’t expecting either, and for some reason—and I have no clue why—I expected to see my tannish skin instead of red fur on the girl, and then some other shade of skin on the boy. Instead of snouts, I expected little button noses that would crinkle every now and again. I didn’t think that those big ears I was told I had as a child would turn out to be that floppy and pointed. There were no small, neatly shut eyes, but instead, two sets of dinner plates were sealed shut by furry eyelids.

I didn’t think my children would be ponies. I don’t know how I could ever possibly think otherwise, but for some odd reason, I found myself dreaming of a sterile hospital room with humans, and little white clothed nurses fumbling about until I was shown my real child… a human. But no, that’s not what I saw. I had fathered two foals, not a little boy and a little girl. They would breathe Equestrian air and make other pony friends, not soak up the natural sunlight of earth or learn to drive when they were sixteen. They were ponies.

And I couldn’t have been prouder. I held one of them in my hooves as they sat down—the boy. He was fast asleep, sucking in tiny breaths as I hunched over, taking in all of his little feature. He resembled his uncle in shape with a strong jaw and rigid features, but his mother in the eyes. I had taken a glimpse before they had shut for the long haul. They were emerald, just like Applejack’s. I told her that, and she just laughed and said: “That means he’s smart!” I just laughed and told her how proud I was.

After that, I took over caring for the foals for a little while Applejack got back on her hooves. From the moment I took them home they started crying. And they continued to cry… all day and all night. To be quite honest, that thing I had loved so much in the hospital was about two seconds away from being thrown out the window, and if it weren’t for the fact that they’d shut up and fall asleep when I fed them, I think I just might have done it too.

One day, though, the worst possible thing that could have happened, happened. We ran out of breast milk, and Pinkie was out at Sugarcube Corner. It was still about a day or two before the Apple family would take the foals home, and Applejack was all the way on the other side of town. Since I had already been told by Pinkie that foals were to never be left alone (and I found out later the hard way when Twilight’s foal, Starswirl, decided to climb a bookshelf when I took a piss) I searched for any alternative. I tried regular milk, tap water, soda… but nothing seemed to work. Eventually, I decided to lay down and rest while I let them play around on the carpet for a while. Carpets are actually a very entertaining subject for a foal, and believe it or not, they can spend hours exploring just a few square feet.

I only closed my eyes for a moment before drifting off into a fatigued sleep. I dreamt of a world without foals to keep me awake all night. Oh, what a wonderful world it had been…

Tug… tug…

“Huh?” I said, feeling a strange sensation across my lower belly.

Tug… tug…

My eyes shot open as I realized what was happened. I looked down only to find a colt and a filly eagerly suckling at my teats, of which, I could feel the liquid being sucked dry from my large mounds. When I first turned into a mare, they had barely been noticeable, but now, they seemed to be closer to a human breast in size. They were full of milk for my own foal to drink, and these two just seemed to take advantage of the free meal. I was about a second away from shoving them off and jumping into a shower to wash away the weirdness… but then I stopped myself. I just let them keep going, sucking away at my two little nipples, and soon enough, I just let my eyes rest before falling asleep. It was only about twenty minutes later when Pinkie came back and found me feeding the foals in the middle of the floor, dead asleep. Over the next few months, she would constantly tell me how cute I looked when she found me. Needless to say, I was not amused.

Applejack came by one day, and we took the foals to Sweet Apple Acres where their new rooms would be. We had talked about me taking care of them at our house, but she decided against it, knowing that I would have too much on my plate over the next few weeks. She didn’t seem at all to mind taking her foals off of my hooves. In fact, the whole relationship seemed to be about as casual as can be, as long as I visited and watched the foals every once in a while. I could feel it, though. The sort of detachment that I wasn’t used to as a human. I was a father, she was a mother, but nothing past that, other than being friends. We didn’t sleep in the same bed or talk about how annoying the neighbors were. No, it was a mutual love of the children, mixed in with friendship and the realization that sometime in the future, she may want more foals… or possibly someone to bump uglies for fun. She made that part very clear, actually.

But I suppose I had my job and they had theirs. And speaking of jobs, being Celestia’s mate happens to be the greatest job in the world, hands down. We went out for a few public dinners to show off our mated status, which not only did the press have a field day, but also turned out to be pretty fun. She’s a funny gal for being over 1000 years old, and she enjoys my company profusely, or so she claims. Being the head of state in what I would consider a diarchy of sorts, the press really doesn’t have much choice over what they can say about her. It’s not like she forces them or anything, but they can’t just go out and print slander about me and her mating. I’m sure they were going to, but after a quick interview, they sort of understood the deal.

As I’ve said before, apparently being transgender isn’t that unnatural in this society. I mean, it’s actually a fairly common practice among certain places like Las Pegasus. I guess the thought that it was taboo comes from human prejudice, but then again, we can’t magically make a woman grow a penis, so there’s that… But on the good side of things, Big Mac actually took the news that he was fathering a child with another dude pretty well. His response was exactly what you might assume. That’s right, he fainted.

But afterward, it was just at the realization that he was going to be a father, not because I was the mother. When we got him up, he just trotted over to me and patted me on the back saying he was happy to finally sire a foal. He kissed me on the cheek, and I blushed. I guess even out of heat, my body was still a little attracted to him.

Anyway, Celestia gave me enough bits to probably build a small fortress of my own, but I settled for a two-story duplex in the center of Ponyville, right next to Sugarcube Corner. Pinkie moved in, which was fantastic, and I prepared myself for the inevitable arrival of the foal within me.

Over the course of the two weeks after Applejack gave birth, one after another, the mares started popping like balloons. After Applejack was Twilight, who insisted that Spike and I were in the room, gave birth to the aptly named Starswirl. I remember looking over at Spike to see the horror in his eyes. I just chuckled and leaned into him.

“You see that?” I asked him quietly as Twilight screamed.

He nodded his head.

“You did that to me…”

His face went pale, and just as I had said that, the foal came squelching out of the purple mare’s pussy, soaking half of her bed in birthing fluids. Spike—quill and scroll in hand—promptly fainted onto the floor as I rolled around next to him, laughing. I was a little disturbed too, but at least I knew it was months before I had to worry about it. Spike got what he deserved, I suppose, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to make him watch me too.

Starswirl was a little easier to take care of than the other two considering he was only one pony, but the whole unicorn thing was definitely a challenge. He would randomly shoot out little sparks of magic and singe the fur around my arms. Though, he was a hungry foal, and because of that, constantly sucking on me, or asleep. Very low maintenance and probably the easiest one I had to watch.

Fluttershy’s colt, Juniper, though, was the complete opposite. If you could ever find someone that was the opposite of Fluttershy, it was her kid. He never shut up, always crying and screaming, even after I let him feed for over an hour! He’s hyperactive, giggly, and always wanting to be the center of attention. I swear, if it was anything to tell by, this kid would be a celebrity when he’s older. Either that or a politician judging by the amount of shit he gives me.

The weirdest experience had to have been Vinyl, though. For some reason, and I have no clue why, she wanted a natural, at home birth. That meant that I was the lucky one who got to help deliver the baby. She thought I was good enough considering I had seen it done a few times before, and the amount of history I had with vaginas. Well, I couldn’t say she was wrong, now could I?

Surprisingly, it went off without a hitch, which I thank god that the foal didn’t break a leg coming out. I know that’s the main problem with these sort of things, but luckily, it was all straight forward. But as Vinyl had Forte, her little filly, I noticed something I had never thought of before. The ponies came out with umbilical cords. I’m not sure how much you know of equine anatomy, and for some reason I know an absurd amount as it turns out, but usually they come out in this whitish sack. It took me a while to realize it, but foals also resemble human kids too. Well, more than real horse foals anyway. So small and gentle, and not yet able to move on their own other than a crawl a few weeks in.

It almost felt like a resemblance of something familiar. A little nostalgic even. I know it’s weird to say that about something so strange, but nevertheless, that’s what I felt.

Before I knew it, both Zecora and Derpy were delivering their foals. Zecora didn’t have a problem, and without so much as a grunt, passed her foal out and into the open world. I can’t say the same for Derpy, though. She was crying and snivelling, and all I could do was sit there like an idiot and hold her hooves. It must have hurt her so bad, because she was still sobbing after the little filly passed through. When they handed her to me, though, I tapped Derpy on the side. She looked up at me with red eyes.

“Look,” I said. “Look at her eyes, they’re just like yours.”

She burst out into more tears. “No! Don’t say that! Don’t say that she’s stuck like me!”

I grabbed her hoof and held her tight. “No,” I whispered. “Look.” I showed her the foal. “She’s got the most beautiful, golden eyes I’ve ever seen, just like yours.”

After that, I took the foal home and Derpy stayed in the hospital for a few days. We named her Grace, which I felt appropriate. I think Derpy liked it even more than I did, though. She was proud of the little foal with the golden eyes, and I couldn’t be happier for her. Maybe I wasn’t the only one who had a little growing up to do.

Well, Zecora had a secret, that was for sure, and as my due date drew closer, so did the fear of having my insides ripped apart by giving birth. Zecora didn’t feel a thing, or so she said, and I went to investigate just exactly how she was able to pass something along out of that tight pussy. It was a mystery to me, but when I asked her she just laughed. She said it was an old Zebra secret that had been passed down from mother to daughter for just about as long as she had ever read about. Immediately, I assumed it was some sort of potion to kill the pain, but again, she just laughed.

No, she said, it wasn’t a potion, although it did feel very magical. She pulled out a large suitcase looking box and handed it to me with a wink. She said to go home and find somepony willing to help me. I just sort of nodded and trotted off without another question. I find it’s better to take things with a smile and a thank you rather than to question them.

I took home the box and opened it on my kitchen table, my eyes growing with delicious understanding. All lined up in order from largest to smallest were a set of beautifully decorated stallion cocks, each with a flared tip and set of wooden balls underneath. The first was a bit smaller than what a regular pony dick looked like, but as the line went on, the girth expanded much farther than I thought possible. The final dildo was a sight to behold. Over two feet long and wider than one of my forelegs. I briefly glanced down at what I thought were my already pretty loose lips and shuddered. The behemoth before me was the final setting on a kit that was made to loosen my pussy and make giving birth easier. All that was required was someone to strap it on…

From then on, every night, Pinkie would attach one of the cocks to a special belt that came out of the bottom of the suitcase and bent me over the side of the bed. She’d fuck me night after night, making me squeal with delight as my lips expanded to meet the needs placed upon me. As my belly grew larger, so did the cocks, and before I knew it, I was taking the largest dildo like a pro, sometimes even squirting torrents of mare cum a few times before Pinkie got too tired and we went to sleep. From the outside, it must have looked like a gigantic wreck underneath my tail, but everything just felt more pleasurable to me.

So as I lay on the porch of my tiny home and watch the ponies go by, I wasn’t the least bit worried about what was to come. In fact, I welcomed it in full force. I’m not sure if you know it, but being pregnant is an extreme drag. You’re hooves are sore, you can’t quit looking at a mirror because you think you’re fat, and you’re always horny! Like, twenty-four hours a day, you just want something to screw you senseless. I often find myself going inside multiple times a day to get off with one of Zecora’s dildos before coming back with a new drink and watching the ponies go about their lives. I would usually be taking care of the little ones or one of my herd members, but they all agreed that I needed to take a break until I popped.

“Wow, you’re really fat…” the sudden voice called out, startling me. I looked around only to find a purple mare with a sly grin gracing her muzzle.

“Hey, I’m not fat!” I said, blushing. “It’s just the… baby weight.”

“Oh is it?” she asked. “Or has living with Pinkie finally made you a portly pony?”

I grimaced and looked down at my stomach, bulging much farther than I ever thought possible. It was grotesque the way it pushed my flesh out so far, expanding my pony barrel to a plump form. Two big bags of milk flopped against each other, hiding away the overused pussy I had grown to love. Before I knew it, I was starting to cry.

I sniffled and let out a sob. Twilight looked incredibly disheartened and surprised at my reaction. Instantly, she was holding my hoof. “I’m so sorry!” she said. “I didn’t mean to upset you! I had no idea you were so self-conscious of your weight! It was just a joke, I promise.” I wanted to tell her it was okay, but my body refused to let me.

“It’s… It’s,” I said in between sobs.

“It’s what?”

I sniffled. “It’s these damn hormones!” I threw my face into my hooves. “It feels like I’m about to throw up even though I’ve only eaten a dozen donuts today!”

Twilight gasped. “A dozen? That much?”

I nodded. “Yeah, not even the usual two dozen. It just feels like I’m…” I stopped mid sentence, my eyes widening to their full dinner plate size.

“It feels like what?” Twilight asked. “What were you about to say?”

I looked down at my belly and craned my neck as far as I could to look behind myself. I had to be sure of it…

“What’s wrong?”

I looked back up at the most magically gifted mare in my herd and stammered out an answer. “T-Twilight… I think… I think I’m going into labor.”

Her face lit up in surprise. “Ohmygosh Ohmygosh! Are you sure?” I reached a hoof behind myself and felt around my lower lips. I brought them back up to show her that they were absolutely soaked in my juices.

“Yeah,” I nodded, still in disbelief of the situation I was in. “Pretty sure.”

The next twenty minutes were a complete mystery to me. I remember little snippets and bits, but somehow, I managed to waddle with Twilight telling me we were only a little bit ways away from the hospital. For one thing, when I got up from the porch, all the juices that had been built up in my womb flooded out of me, which more or less, scared the absolute hell out of me. I had been lucky enough to become a squirter of a mare when I had been transformed, but the levels of fluid output had reached the staggering level of modded Super Soaker. Needless to say, I had to put out my Caution: Wet Floor! sign before we left.

Every step I took to the hospital was a major feat in and of itself. All I really felt like doing was crumpling over on my side and delivering the foal right there in the middle of the street. In fact, I nearly did that if Twilight hadn’t been there to pick me up with her magic and set me upright again. It was only afterward that I had begun thinking of a few things regarding the way my transportation was handled. For one thing: no ambulance. I understand that we’re ponies and probably can’t drive, but the least they could have done was bring a little cart for me to rest in while I prepared to push a fucking live pony into the world! Oh, and why the hell didn’t Twilight just carry me with her levitation? Or better yet, why not some god damn teleportation magic?

Anyway, it took a bit to reach the hospital, but once we arrived, I got to lay down on a gurney, and they took me into the delivery room. Once on the bed, I looked around. Multiple machines were surrounding me, whizzing and beeping every few seconds to indicate something in a language I couldn’t speak. Doctors and nurses were prepping a few instruments to use in the procedure, and they shouted at each other to begin washing one thing or lubing another. It was a mad house alright, and I was quickly beginning to understand why Fluttershy was so nervous to have her foal. Being the center of attention is not always a good thing.

“Ahem,” the lead doctor—a funny-looking stallion with brown hair—started, dragging me away from my daydreaming. “We’re about to start the procedure, miss. Would you mind…?” I looked at him with a puzzled gaze. I looked down and saw he was motioning to my legs.

“Oh,” I said. “Sure thing.” I took in a deep breath and slowly spread my legs open, neatly placing them on the short stirrups, similar to what you’d see in a gynecologist’s office. The doctor obviously didn’t sense my discomfort because he went straight to work. He threw the gown they had placed on me up and dove underneath it.

His head went deeper and deeper until I could feel his hot breath on my pussy. Umm, dude, what are you doing exactly… I thought. Though, my question seemed to be answered as I felt a long tongue divide my slit as he delved deep into my love tunnel. A shiver ran up my spine, and my eyes shot open like the high beams on a car.

“Woah!” I said. “What the hell are you doing?” I nearly batted away the perverted stallion who decided all of the sudden that he wanted to taste my honey. Though, he backed off and gave me a stone cold glare.

“Excuse me, miss, but you need to calm down. It will only make the process tougher if you keep resisting.”

I stared at him in disbelief. “Says a RAPIST! Get away from me, weirdo!” I held a hoof up to kick him in the jaw, but he stopped it with one of his hooves.

“Miss, you need to calm down!” he said. “You’re going into labor, and if we don’t deliver this foal, you and it can be in danger!” I was about to try and kick him again, but I decided against it. Maybe… maybe this was normal.

“Wh-why did you lick me?” I asked.

He just shook his head. “Didn’t they ever teach you in school?” He sighed. “It’s tradition for a stallion to begin to arouse the mare before giving birth. That way, it passes through easily.” He looked me dead in the eyes. “You do want this to go alright, don’t you?”

I swallowed my pride and nodded. “Well, then. Just hold still and allow us to deliver your new bouncing foal.” He wasn’t very enthusiastic about it, but he did seem dead set on making it happen. I tried to think back to when Twilight or somepony else was having their foal, but I couldn’t really remember anything like this ever happened. Sure, the doctor spent a lot of time down underneath… and they were moaning… but it never looked like that was happening.

The doctor went back under and immediately started to lick up and down my folds. He was an expert, that was for sure. It occurred to me that he had probably delivered over 100 foals here, and that would mean he’s had 100 pussies to practice on. I moaned in delight as he suckled on my clitoris. Oh, he was good, very good.

A few minutes had passed and I had fallen into a cycle of moans and feminine grunts, the likes of which, I could tell were making the whole hospital staff steamy. One of the other stallion nurses even had an erection. And then there was Big Mac, too. He was wearing a #1 dad shirt which was just waaay too small for him. It made me chuckle.

While I was experiencing my little one on one session with the doc, it seemed like somepony had rounded up everyone and brought them down. Big Mac was standing there, sporting a rather large hard on while Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, Twilight, Derpy, even both Princess Celestia and Princess Luna. It had really surprised me that they had shown up considering their royal status and everything, but then again, I did father one of their foals. Celestia named him Comet, and he was just about the cutest little earth pony foal one could ask for. I asked her afterward why he didn’t come out as an alicorn and she told me that stuff had to be earned. It makes sense, though. Apparently the only thing that really passes on is his race, and since Celestia was an earth pony before she became a princess, that’s what Comet got.

They all watched with little whispers of encouragement and smiles as I would experience the miracle of bearing a foal. The doctor finished his duty and wiped his mouth on a towel before turning back to me. “Are you ready, miss?” I nodded. “Alright, now wait a minute, and when I tell you, push that sucker out of you. Got it?”

I nodded again, trying to mentally prepare myself for what was about to happen. I had practiced, though, and I thought I was ready. My pussy was about as prepared as it could possibly ever hope to be, and after eleven months of carrying a pony in your stomach to term, you’re kind of eager to get it out of you.

“Alright, miss, you can go ahead and push,” the doctor said.

Moment of truth. I was ready. It was time.

I pushed.

“Holy mother of GOD!” I screamed as the foal descended past my uterine wall. It had traveled into my love canal and was contracting my foal back and forth as it stretched me out farther than I had ever been stretched. Zecora’s training may have helped a little, but this was simply pain!

“Ughh…” I moaned, continuing to push as the tiny, hooved body reached my entrance. Almost there! I thought. Just a little more! I bit my lip and allowed my pussy lips to expand around the head of my little foal.

“Congratulations!” the doctor shouted. “It’s a unicorn!”

Unicorn… huh? My vagina contracted again making me shout in pain and forget about whatever had just been said. My focus was on the task at hand, and that task just so happened to be pushing this mother fuckin’ bastard out of my cunt.

“Get outta me!” I hissed. I bore down harder on my insides and focused everything I had on a final push, and with a plop, the rest of the foal came tumbling out and into the hooves of the doctor. The sound of crying erupted inside the room, but only momentarily, because the next moment, my cheering section evolved into a round of cheers and applause. I sat there, breathing hard, and thanking god that it was finally over.

Suddenly, a pair of orange hooves thrust into my side, and I realized that the nurse was handing me my swaddles foal. “It’s a boy,” she said.

I took him in my arms and looked it over. I looked down at it and saw the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in the world. It was nothing like the cute images that the community made of baby ponies back when I was a human. No, it was so much better; the old images were made to look stupid and ridiculous. His dark blue hair curled in little locks that were barely short enough so they didn’t cover his eyes. His eyes, oh god, his eyes. They were greenish blue, like an ocean, and they twinkled softly as he stared right back at me. His little horn was small and funny looking, but looked plenty sturdy, I was sure he was gonna get the ladies with that little beast on his head. His fur was… dark blue.

I stopped for a moment. Wait a second. I looked up at the rest of the mares in the room, all staring at me with curious eyes. They were curious as to what I was thinking and were feeding off of it from what I could tell.

“Twilight,” I called softly, realizing my voice was nearly thrown out because of the screaming. “Can you come here?”

At the mention of her name, her face lit up and she cantered over. “Congratulations!” she whispered. “You must be so happy right now!”

I smiled. “I am! But, uhh… one thing, though.” She moved in closer. “Can you tell me why my little foal looks nothing like me or my mate?…”

She had a puzzled look for a second. “Well, sometimes the foal will take more from the father’s side of the family. I’ve seen foals that look nothing like their mothers before.”

“Oh?” I asked. “And how many unicorns are in the Apple family?”

A dour expression stole away her face and she looked away for a moment. “I see your point.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, I know. Oh, and one more question. Are horns like an extra set of genitals or something? Like, fertility wise?”

She nodded. “Uhh, yeah, I think so. That’s why mom always told me to wear protection when horning somebody… I mean…” She shut her mouth before she said another word. I just giggled, but then I sighed.

I looked over to the group of mares and called for Big Mac. He was there in a flash. “Can I see mah boy?” he asked. My heart almost crushed itself. This was going to be hard.

“Big Mac… I’ve got some news to tell you.” I looked at him with the softest eyes I could, but I knew nothing would really soften the blow. He looked incredibly happy, and I knew the feeling all too well. I was a father myself, and when my foals popped out of Applejack, Twilight, and the rest, I was in a state of nirvana. But it had to be done.

“Big Mac… I have something to tell you.” He leaned in closer. Oh god…

“What is it, honey?”

I sighed. “I’m not sure if the foal is yours. I-” before I could go on any further, the stallion in front of me stood on his back legs and let out a horrid whinny. “EEEYYYUUUP,” he shouted, smiling at me on his way back down. I just sat there with my mouth hanging open.

“What?” was all I could say.

“I’m not the dad! Hot dog!”

“Y-You’re happy?” I asked him incredulously.

He smiled and nodded. “Of course I am! I’m not ready to be a father!”

My mouth hung open. “So why did you fake all that excitement about seeing your new foal? Your new son?”

“Ah, shucks,” he replied. “I just did that to make ya feel happy. Are you sure, though? You sure that it’s not mine.”

“Pretty sure,” I deadpanned.

“Well,” he said, patting me on the side. “You did a helluva job, and good luck with raisin’ it!” Before I knew what had happened, he was out the door and from the sound of it, dancing down the halls. I just shook my head.

“So, whose kid is it then?” Twilight asked me, trotting up to the other side of the bed. I glanced around the room to find the one who did this to me, but for some reason, they were nowhere to be found.

“I… I think…”

“Yahoo! We are most excited to become one of these so called: ‘Horn fathers,’ to this foal!” I facehoofed. Of course this would happen to me.

Luna was at my bedside faster than I could say she was the father. She had probably known for a while and never said anything about it. She had even managed to snag Big Mac’s #1 Dad shirt before he left. I wondered how she did that, but also why I had never gotten one of those for the eight foals I had fathered. It was rather frustrating, actually.

“Oh, Brian, we are simply ebullient to know that our suspicions were confirmed. That morning in the spa was much more than just a play date! We are mates, now!”

I smiled at her the closest thing I had to sincerity. “Indeed.” One word. Short. To the point. Acceptable.

Luna continued to freak out for a while before chattering on with Twilight as they made their way out of the delivery room. Soon, all the other mares did as well. All except one, that is.

“You still haven’t answered my question,” Princess Celestia said as she trotted up to my bed, a smile on her face. I held onto my foal.

“Oh? And what would that be?” I asked.

“Your name,” she said. “You said you needed time to come up with a new name. It has been nearly eleven months since then. Do you have an answer?”

I was about to answer when I stopped myself and looked down at my foal. He was fast asleep and snoring away like a pro. His little pony mouth was opening and closing softly as he blew little air puffs against his long, curly mane. He was my son, and even though I loved my other children, this one felt different to me. I couldn’t tell why. I had spent eleven of the craziest months of my life here, and never in a million years could I have ever guessed that any of this would ever happen.

But that’s not a bad thing. Far from it, actually.

“Yeah,” I said, nuzzling my baby colt. “I think I might go by ‘Dad’ for a while.”

Author's Note

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