The Happy Little Changeling

I moan, as the first actual sign of what was up hit me. Giving birth isn't the rosy situation they all wanted you to see. There is pain, and the risks, if it had not been handled properly. There still are risks, you can't prepare for everything. Simple as that.

Now, at least I'm not alone, even if I'm the pony to bear the load of the burden here. I feel them behind me, by my side, waiting on me, hoping everything will go all right, just as I am. I apparently did have more, and better friends than I had known, and dared to hope for.

Ofhorse, there it is again, the pain. I had felt it once earlier, only moaning is response. It was stronger, sharper, then the first. More insistent, as if it wanted to tell me something. Even if the pain itself made me try to ignore it, there is no way around it. Just through it. I have to deliver. I had to give birth, and now. I had little time to think.

Maybe it is as well, no time to think now, that was a year back. When she came back from the games. She had enjoyed the games. I had been so happy for her, and to see her coming back. Should I have been thinking of this moment, back then? If I had, there had been no foals in the world, and we would never have been here? I did not give in to such depressing thoughts.

As the next wave hit, I tried to think of how proud I had been, when I gave birth to my very own little Dinkie. I certainly had been, and I'm still proud of her, knowing I will stay like this.

“Push” Flutterer urged, and I tried to comply and do as she told me.

I knew why she was here, she wanted to help me, give me some advances of the experience she had. I appreciated it, the best I could, through the pains, coming back in waves, just as the pleasure had, a year back. What a strange thought and coincident?

”Push harder, when it hit again!” Flutter instructed me, a few minutes later, just before the next wave hit.

“Dialation is starting to show!” Apple Jack announced, and sure it was.

The next time, and I moaned as the dialation increased. By the feel of it, I got more dialation with each time, and pushing just a little bit more each time. Yet, the pain of it all was not helping. I should have known, since I'm already a mother.

Then I looked at Dinkie, where she sat by the door, and I knew it was all worth it, no matter how much it hurt, and how intense the pain would before this was all over, because I knew it would be over.

“Full dialation, and that's her head!” Apple Jack announced, just after the pain lessened.

Then the head popped out with the next push. Her shoulders were out, along with half of her body with the next?

The delivery was starting to go easier on me, as more than half of my fillie now had emerged.

I could feel her arms slip out, just before her hips came out, and with that, she simply refused to stay contained and found herself on the bed.

I noticed how Flutter shy cut the cord, and washed off my foal. I felt such an intense relief as it had all been worth it, and this phase was behind me.

As painful as the delivery had been, the joy of my foal just washed it all right away. I couldn't hold onto the pain, had I tried to, which just never was who I am, or who I had been.

I hear a singsong voice, knowing it was Zecora. What she said, I had no idea, assuming it was some ancient blessing from her homelands? Or it was a chant she did, for some good reason I just couldn't come up with, but refused to ask.