Flutter and big mac's birth

14hours
10 cm
1 hour 30 minutes of pushing
“You are doing great Flutter, I know you can do it,” Big Mac said as he wiped his wife’s forehead.
Fluttershy was beyond being able to respond. After about an hour and a half, and after sitting, followed by pushing on her side, no longer felt comfortable. Her knees were at chest level and her marehood was red and swollen with the foal’s head behind it. Her eyes were closed; her hooves pushing on the bed.
The doctor instructed the nurse to hold a warm washcloth to Fluttershy’s marehood to increase blood flow and reduce the risk of tearing. This would also give her something to focus on when she pushed. Mac had one hoof around her for balance as he dabbed her face with the cold towel.
She grunted, pushing her hooves into the bed harder and she let out a yelp as she started giving quick, grunting pushes, her body bent towards her stomach. All she heard and read didn’t matter, she felt and did what was right. Mac kept quiet and let her do what was needed as he licked her. The room soon filled with her groaning and grunting as she pushed. She shivered with every effort, the sensation of the foal progressing slowly. The doctor had sensed that when pushing she wanted quiet and when not she needed reassurance.
“Nnnnggggugghhhhahhh,” she grunted as her hoof seemed as if it was going to go through the mattress with each push. Her labia would slightly push against the washcloth as the foal would descend then slip back slightly in what seemed like two steps forward and one step back.
“Keep it up,” Mac said as he kissed her.
Her hooves left the bed as she yelped, the foals progress jumping. She reached her hooves out for Mac’s as her body pushed without her thinking.
Mac grabbed her hooves. “I’m not leaving. I’m here for you.”
NnnnnnggggggAAAAAA!” she yelped as the contraction ended, grasping onto his hoof hard enough for it to hurt.
Fluttershy was still gripping Mac hard as the doctor moved the nurse’s hoof away so he could look into and probe her marehood. “The head is right there Fluttershy. Do you want to feel it?
Fluttershy’s hooves were still gripping Mac’s and she couldn’t move them. Mac licked her. “Let my hoof go,” he encouraged till she released her grip. He took her hoof and guided it to her marehood. “Feel the foal we made in the Apple orchard?”
Fluttershy slipped her hoof in and felt the hard mass of their foal’s head. She sobbed as she stroked the foals head, speaking barely above a whisper. “I feel it,” she said as she removed her hoof from her marehood.
Mac inserted his hoof in, petting their almost born foal as he cried a little. “I feel the foal,” He said as he licked her nose lovingly. “Soon we can hold it in our arms.’
None of the pain or fatigue mattered anymore; the foal was close and she could feel it.
“There you go Fluttershy, it’s almost the end,” the doctor said smiling “The foal will stretch your perineum, and if it hurts, breathe out and let gravity pull.”
She was unable to think of anything, but the foal Mac and she could touch with their hooves. Mac petted the foal one last time before rubbing his hoof up and down her leg.
“Big Mac, if you hold the washcloth to Fluttershy’s perineum, you can feel the progress of the foal too,” the doctor said invitingly.
Mac nodded returning his hoof to her sex, as he was handed a resoaked washcloth. He gently pressed it to Fluttershy’s opening as he continued to lick her. The nurse took the towel to wipe Fluttershy’s forehead.
Fluttershy’s tongue fell out of her mouth as she panted, her hoof kept under the washcloth. Her head was leaned back against Mac’s shoulder, her mouth smiling despite the pain she was in. “You are my birthing princess,” Mac said lovingly as he kissed her. As overwhelmed by joy as Fluttershy was, she could only give Mac’s mouth a lick. Her other hoof was rubbing one of his as fast as she could.
Within the next few minutes she yelped as another contraction started. Her chin was to her chest again as she pushed, her hoof to the foal’s head to remind her how close the end was. It didn’t take long for Fluttershy to close her eyes and shut her jaw as her labia started to part for the foals head. She let out a cry, her flesh stinging as it stretched. “Nggggaaaah!” she whined as she pulled her hoof out and pushed it into the bed.
“Please talk to her and try to calm her down. Get her to slow down, give herself time to stretch,” The doctor said to Mac.
Mac calmly talked to Fluttershy,” Try to relax Flutter, and breathe. Let your body stretch and prepare.”
“Gyaaaah!” She could concentrate on the meaning of his words, only the slowly crowning foal and that it was slowly forcing her open. She wanted to relax and let gravity do the work, but her body was pushing whether or not she wanted it to.
Mac rubbed her with his free hoof. “Come on Flutter, you can do this,” Mac said as he kissed her and the nurse wiped the sweat off her head.
She couldn’t cry any more, as she was dry. All she could do was sobbing dry as her flesh distended and opened slowly around the foal…..
The doctor rubbed her comfortingly “Take it nice and slow and easy, the foal will come.”
Mac’s washcloth covered hoof cupped the foals head as if he was encouraging the foal to come to them. His hoof touch was the only comfort she had. Even though she knew the pain was the foal coming closer, it hurt so much she couldn’t think positively. As her head shook back and forth as she let out grunts and yelps. Her hooves alternated between pressing into the mattress and feeling between her legs trying to feel the foal’s head.
When the contraction ended, she almost collapsed, keeping upright with willpower and adrenaline. Her body shivered with her sobbing and was able to take shaky breaths. Mac continued to rub the washcloth against her opening. He was hoping to find what would help her the most. Fluttershy had to gulp down some of the spit that was accumulating in her mouth as she concentrated on Mac. Her hoof moved to her marehood again as she pushed Mac’s out of the way to touch the foals head again.
Mac touched her hoof and nodded. “Yes Flutter that is our foal.”
Mac moved his other hoof over and grabbed for the glass of water helping the straw to her lips. She gulped the water down before leaning her head against Mac again as she tried to calm down. The nurse wiped her forehead again. Mac tried to nudge one of the lips of her marehood to the side trying to stretch it.
Fluttershy flinched as he did this, crying out, “Aaaaadon’t.”
The doctor almost snapped at him. “Don’t do that; it’ll promote tears. Rub in nice and slow circles.”
He immediately did as instructed. “I’m sorry Flutter,” he said as he kissed her.
“That’s it,” the doctor said as he felt around the foal’s head.
Fluttershy panted as Mac rubbed her, feeling the ache in her body go down enough she could whisper to Mac. “Feel.”
Mac reached under the washcloth with his hoof and felt the foal’s head, smiling and licking her mouth. “Nearly there Flutter,” He whispered as he was still rubbing her with a washcloth.
Fluttershy panted slowly for a while more as she reached for Mac’s hoof, her other hoof latching into the bed. “Talktome!” she whined as she felt her body push the foal down and her sex was stretching again.
“youaredoingwonderful,youcandoit,it’scoming,” he said to try to reassure her as he licked her face.
Her legs trembled as she kept them as spread as she could. She felt herself opening wider and wider her lips tight around the foal’s head. She moved her hoof to feel for the foal which reminded her to take it slow. “uhm,ifyouwouldn’tmind,couldyoupleasecomefoalplease…”she whined.
Mac moved the washcloth so Fluttershy could feel the head. “It’s coming, let it come on its own, and it will be here when you both are ready,” he said as he licked her.
She screamed as the head reached its widest point. “NGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAA!” The contraction ended and the foal slipped back in slightly.
“It’s so close,” he whispered as he touched the foal’s head again.
Fluttershy was sobbing dryly again, not just from pain anymore, but also the fact that the foal was so close to being born and with them.
“I think the head will be out on the next contraction Fluttershy. The end is a few minutes away,” the doctor said.
Mac felt his tail swaying out of happiness as he smiled. “You hear that Flutter? The doctor said it. The foal is almost in our arms.”
“Mac, if you want to catch the foal, come in front,” the doctor offered. She couldn’t believe it. The foal so close the doctor was asking Mac if he wanted to catch it. He nodded and moved in front of Fluttershy and after washing his hooves stood ready. “Let her do the guiding, she knows what to do. The doctor stood behind Fluttershy, his instruments with him. Fluttershy rested her head against Mac, her hooves rubbing their foal’s head.
Mac waited for another contraction, rubbing his tail on her. “It’s close to time Flutter. We are so close to being parents,” he said as he kissed her.
She panted, her hoof brushing over the foal’s wet fur. She sobbed as she found an ear and stroked it.
Fluttershy gasped as her whole body shook. She breathed in and bore down, every inch of her body telling her to push the foal’s head out. Her marehood was bulging against her hooves as the foal inched closer.
Mac moved his hooves near her sex best he could considering the space her hoof took. “Almost there,” he coached.
The foal’s head again reached its widest diameter as Fluttershy pushed. ”Nggggaaa!” she grunted.
Mac’s smile widened as he saw movement. “Almost here, just a little more!” he said very excitedly.
The doctor readied his instruments. “One more push,”nHe said reassuringly as he rubbed her.
Fluttershy’s flesh felt to her like it was going to rip as the head tried to pass through. She decided it was time for the foal, so she breathed in. “Thisisit….!!” she said before pushing as hard as she could. “HRRRGGGGAAAAAAA!!” she screamed in pain as her lips gave to the foals head in a gush of fluid. Her eyes burst open and stared at Mac as she felt all of the foal’s head from its maw, its nose, and its eyes. Tears came back as she bawled in joy. Mac stroked the foal’s head as he kissed Fluttershy, ready to catch their baby.
The doctor suctioned the foals nose and mouth. “That’s great Fluttershy, you are doing well. Now we just need to turn it on its side so the shoulders can come out,” he said calmly.
She wasn’t listening to the doctor; her body already telling her she needed to turn the foal. She nudged the head feeling it shift. Mac looked at the foal, crying slightly. It’s yellow, the foal has yellow fur.” he said in a shaky voice.
Fluttershy leaned into Mac, her tears and sweat coating his fur. “So close, so close…” she thought.
“One more push, Flutter and the foal will be here.” he said as he kissed her, waiting for hopefully the last contraction. She tried to steady her breathing, but could only feel.
With the next contraction she pushed, feeling the shoulder slip out of her body. She yelped as the rest of its body followed, landing in Mac’s hooves and the blanket. He lifted the foal for Fluttershy to take. Fluttershy reached out her hooves shakily as she took the squirming and whining fuzzy life from her husband. She moved to sit upright, cradling this precious life. It was yellow like her and had her tail and wings, but seemed to have Mac’s strong legs. Fluttershy couldn’t speak, so she just cried.
The doctor draped another blanket over the foal, smiling at them. He looked over the foal seeing the telltale signs of a filly, but he looked at the sex momentarily to make sure. “8 P.M., and a beautiful filly. Congratulations,” he said.
Mac leaned down putting a hoof around Fluttershy as he stroked the foal’s mane. “Welcome you,” he said
Fluttershy rubbed the foal’s back and licked her head lovingly as the foal buried her face in her mother’s fur. “Happy birthday Shy Seeds,” she whispered.
Happy birthday my little filly,” Mac said as he kissed his wife and then the foal.
The doctor nodded to the nurse and patted Fluttershy’s leg. “Would you like to cut the cord Mac…” the doctor said as he held up some scissors. Mac cut the cord and the doctor continued speaking. “If we can just take her so we can weigh and clean her up.” Fluttershy didn’t want her foal to be taken from her. She shook her head no and kept licking her foal. “We will not take her away; she won’t even leave the room.”
“Let me take him Fluttershy. They need to weigh, measure, and make sure the foal is ok.” Mac said trying to be as calm as possible. His voice was the only thing that kept her confident during the experience, the only voice she could listen to aside from the foal’s whimpering. She gave the foal one more kiss before allowing Mac to take her. Mac took his daughter in his hooves and moved her to the scale.
Shy whined louder as she was taken from her mother, but Big Mac’s scent made her feel safe. All she wanted was to be near something soft and warm.
The doctor followed Big Mac as Redheart cleaned Fluttershy the best she could. “Set her nice and easy on the scale.”
Mac placed her on the scale, as he spoke quietly to her. “It is okay, dad’s here and not leaving you.”
He heard that voice often. She couldn’t understand it, but felt safe when hearing it.
The doctor checked and nodded. “Okay, 115 pounds. Good so far. He then measured her height, 44 inches.
“You’re a big little filly aren’t you,” Mac remarked.
Fluttershy’s eyes were barely open as she listened to the doctor and Mac. She was panting again. Their daughter was here and healthy. If only the jabbing sensations in her womb would stop.
Redheart continued to wipe sweat from Fluttershy. “Anything I can get you?” she asked.
“My daughter,” she replied.
The doctor handed the foal back to Mac. “She is in great health, and I commend both of you for sticking this out.”
As Ma walked towards Fluttershy he complimented her. “I am so proud of you Flutter.”
He sat down next to her and gave her a kiss.
Fluttershy let out a sigh as the foal latched onto one of her teats. “Flutter has all the milk you need.”
“Both you and the foal mean so much to me, and I can’t imagine not living with you,” he said as he kissed Fluttershy again.
“Only one more thing Fluttershy, the placenta,” the doctor said.
“You ready?” Mac said.
She nodded slightly. “Then sleep finally…..”
“All we have to wait for is the contraction and then it will be quick,” the doctor said.
“Can you examine her uterus,” the doctor said to the nurse
The nurse brought an ultrasound machine over and placed some gel on Fluttershy’s still swollen belly and rubbed the wand over it. Within a few seconds she gasped. “Come quick doctor.”
“Am I okay?” Fluttershy said becoming very nervous.
As the doctor looked at the screen he started to speak. “That’s not a plac-…” he stopped as his eyes went huge. “Oh my Celestia.”
“What?” Mac said. Leaving Fluttershy and their foal’s side his eyes went wide as well when he saw the picture. “Honey,” he said.
Mac and the doctor spoke in unison. “You have another foal in there.”
Fluttershy suddenly felt fear again. “SHOWMETHESCREEN!!” The nurse showed her the blurry image of a foal that had been hiding from them.
“I’m sorry ma’am but we need to get you back to a delivery room, and that means Shy Seeds there has to go to the nursery,” the doctor said calmly but with authority. “You will see her again soon.”
“Help me,” Fluttershy whined on the verge of tears.
“Flutter, I will be there with you, and as always will not leave your side,” he said reassuringly as he kissed her.
The doctor and nurse were rushing around as they readied Fluttershy to be moved. She focused on the filly in her arms. Both of them were the only things keeping her calm. She whimpered every time the second foal moved.
Mac kissed Fluttershy on the lips as he removed Shy from her arms. “Just for now Flutter.”
She rubbed Shy one last time. “Mommy has to go now, be a good girl,” she whispered as she cried.
Mac gave Shy a kiss before placing her in Fluttershy’s arms. The foal whined a bit as she was carried out of the room.
When Fluttershy was ready to go several doctors wheeled her out of the room. Her hoof never left Mac’s. She was whining as she was led down the hall. She yelped as her contraction started.
“Don’t worry Flutter, it’s okay,” Mac said as he rubbed her trying to be comforting.
This was happening too fast for her as she couldn’t concentrate on her breathing or anything for that matter, so all she could do was yelp as she contracted. Patients that she passed looked on in fear, but she couldn’t care less if she scared them when she was really afraid.
“Let it all go Fluttershy. I know how tired you are, but the second one will come out much faster,” the doctor said.
Fluttershy wasn’t listening as she grit her teeth as she writhed and yelped. She had to calm down and concentrate, but it hurt so bad and she was really scared….
“Almost there Fluttershy, hold on,” the doctor said even if he didn’t think she’d care.
When they entered a delivery room again, the doctor stopped Mac. “I need you to wash…”
“NO!!!!” Fluttershy cried as she felt Mac’s hooves leave hers.
Mac hurriedly washed his hooves as the doctor put on a mask and gloves. He rushed back to Fluttershy’s side. She held one of his hooves really tight. “D-D-DON’TDOTHATAGAIN!” she yelled at him.
“I won’t, I promise Flutter,” he said kissing her and wanting to scream because of the pain from her grip.
“Fluttershy, we will let you push as long as possible, but if the foal needs help we will move in and might have to do a C-section,” the doctor explained.
She was squatting beside the bed with a sanitary towel under her and ice chips on the bed as she panted. Mac was behind her and the doctor in front. “You can do this, the foal will be out soon.”
The doctor put his hooves on her stomach to feel for the foal. “That’s right, soon you will be blessed again.”
Fluttershy leaned into Mac, holding one of his hooves as she was mouthing words with no sound coming out.
“Don’t worry Flutter, this foal will be easier,” Mac said as he tried to reassure her.
Fluttershy licked at her lips, the saliva she didn’t swallow running from her mouth and her teats leaking. The doctor dabbed her mouth trying to wipe up the saliva and then wiped near her teats. She whined and grabbed Mac’s hoof harder as she pushed.
Mac rubbed her hooves as he kissed her. “You can do this. As soon as this is over, you will hold another wonderful foal in our arms.”
“NGAAAA…!!” she grunted, pushing as hard as she could as she felt the foal coming.
“Push, push,” the doctor coached,
Mac continued to whisper encouragement to Fluttershy. “Push real strong,” he said.
Fluttershy’s whole body shook as she grit her teeth and her eyes shut. She could feel the progress, but couldn’t keep up the effort. She had to stop to take a few breaths mid-contraction.
“Do what you can,” the doctor said as he wiped her face.
She was only able to give another even weaker push before the contraction waned and she shook her head. She was so tired and had used up most of her strength on Shy. She wanted Mac to know how scared she was, but couldn’t voice her concern. “Deep breaths in and out Flutter, that’s it,” he said.
“I know how good of a pusher he is, but I also know you are tired. If you feel too tired to push, go ahead and ride out a contraction,” the doctor said wiping her face.
Mac kissed her. “Take a rest. Save your strength.” She breathed as slowly as she could, wiping a tear from her eye. She felt needy and kissed Mac, moving his hoof down to her belly. He kissed her even with his medical mask on. “I am not leaving.” Fluttershy wanted to feel Mac’s lips on hers, but would hate it if he had to leave to wash up again. She leaned against his chest again, panting as the doctors watched.
She pulled herself into a squat as she breathed and pushed Mac whispered encouragement to her as she used her body to keep her weight centered. Her head was back with her nose pointed to the ceiling as she tried to push. She tried to keep breathing, as she felt the foal inch down little by little.
“Really good pushing,” the doctor in front of her said.
“You are doing great,” Mac said as he moved her hoof to her marehood so she could feel.
She felt her lips swelling outward, but she still had a ways to go. She pushed her hoof in, desperate to feel she was making progress. It went in not too far before she felt the foal’s head, causing her to sob in relief, pain, and love as she felt slight movements downward.
“See Flutttershy, you are doing great. Keep it up. I know how tired and in pain you are,” Mac said as he kissed her.
An hour ago she would have barked at him with “he had no idea the pain or her tiredness,” but all she wanted was his voice. When the contraction ended, she let out a deep breath as she panted hard. The doctor tried to help as Mac wiped her forehead.
Mac kissed her. “Rest Flutter, deep breaths, the foal will come soon.”
“Can you lift up a little Fluttershy so I can check on the foal?” he said as she lifted as best her tired body could. “You are moving on quickly. Looks like a C-section isn’t necessary,” he said as he smiled, nodding to let the other doctors to know to stay away as to not make her panic.
Fluttershy was still afraid that as tired as she was she wouldn’t be able to push out the second foal, or that something would go wrong. Mac sensed her fear and stroked her mane. “Just remember what you felt, the foal is coming. Soon Shy Seeds will have a sister or brother.”
Fluttershy closed her eyes as she leaned back into Mac, trying to ease the dryness in her throat. Another contraction hit quickly, causing her to go back into a squat. The contractions were coming on hard and fast, and she needed a longer break to catch her breath. Mac held ice chips to her lips as he heard her hoarse breathing. ”nice pushes Flutter,” he said trying to comfort her.
She couldn’t even open her mouth and take the ice as the urge to push seized her. She couldn’t give a big push and just tried to ride out the contraction. The feeling of the foal descending made her unable to keep herself from pushing a little.
Seeing she was trying to conserve strength, the doctor coached her. “That’s good, little pushes, the foal is coming,” he said as he kept his hoof in both to feel the progress and also give her something to focus her pushing on.
“You can do it,” Mac said.
Ohhh GOOOOOOOOD…Ngggaa.. Ggghghghgah!” she said moaning and grunting her head shaking back and forth as she held Mac’s hoof tight.
“Make all the noise you want Flutter no one will stop you or care,” the doctor said to comfort her.
“Cry and let everything out,” Mac said.
Once the contraction was near the end her energy saved, she gave a good push, feeling the foal slip down. She let out an ear shattering scream as her flesh stretched. After she recovered her jumbled senses, she swallowed spit and whispered, “Bed.”
“Do you want to be in another position on the bed?” the doctor asked and received a nod. Mac offered her another ice chip as he kissed her. She took it in her mouth, every drip a relief. “I think she wants help, Mac,” the doctor said.
“Carry,” she said nodding.
“Anything you want,” Mac said as he helped her on the bed where she laid her head on the pillow as she gripped Mac’s hoof. The doctor dabbed at her marehood with a towel. Mac kissed her as he said. ”I am so proud of you Flutter.”
She forced a smile for him and breathed,” Feel.”
The doctor handed Mac sanitizing solution. “Just for a bit.”
He cleaned his hoof and felt his heart skip a beat as his hoof touched the foal’s head. As much as it hurt, she didn’t regret being drug free for a second. Being able to feel Mac and the foal was a rush…
The foal is coming out quickly enough that I might have you stop pushing so you don’t tear.
“Just a little longer Flutter, you know what to do,” Mac said as he took her hoof in his. She licked him weakly as she got a second wind from knowing the foal was almost out. “Good pushing,” Mac said.
The doctor kept his eyes on Fluttershy as he saw the foal’s head emerge. “I see pink hair Flutter,” he encouraged.
She didn’t scream and could barely grunt, all of her energy willing the foal to come down. “Really strong push,” Mac said.
The force of her pushes caused her to shake. She let out a long “GHRRRRRRAGH” before she took a breath and pushed, clenching her jaw. The foal almost reached its head’s widest diameter before she stopped, her eyes kept closed.
“You can do it,” Mac said as he kissed her through the mask again.
“Great pushing Flutter,” the doctor added, “At this rate, the head will come out quickly, and if you can help, try not to push. I would rather you not tear if it can be helped.”
Fluttershy would have told him that she couldn’t stop pushing when she started, and the foal will come out when she says, but only touched the foal’s head with tears of happiness.
“Keep it up Flutter,” Mac said.
Flutter smiled very tiredly, her mouth smiling slightly as she panted her tongue out of her mouth. She felt the foal move and her opening stretching, but this wasn’t a contraction. She would have cried out, but wasn’t afraid anymore. If the foal wanted to come, she wouldn’t fight it. “Oooh,” she moaned as a vocalization of pain and love, as tears left her eyes.
“Nice and easy,” the doctor said as the foal’s head slipped out of Fluttershy’s body in a gush of fluid.
“Let it happen,” Mac said as he moved to Fluttershy’s side hoping to see the foal, but not letting go of her hoof. The color of the foal was a mix of theirs, such a nice shade of pink.
The doctor checked that the cord wasn’t around the foal’s neck and sucked the airway. “The worst is over Fluttershy, just a few more pushes.”
Mac kissed her. “The foal’s here.”
Fluttershy smiled and cried, her body shaking from the sobs as she looked at Mac and made sounds like hysterical babbling. These weren’t out of sadness, but to try to vocalize her love.
The doctor supported the foal’s head as he turned it on its side. “Almost…”
“One more push Flutter,” Mac said.
Fluttershy tucked her chin into the pillow and gave a push, feeling the foal exit her. The doctor caught it as it cried. “Another filly. You guys have two fillies,” the doctor said calmly.
Mac felt tears fill his eyes as he kissed Fluttershy again. She reached around for her second filly. She was a smaller Shy, but without wings.
“Don’t overexert yourself Fluttershy,” the doctor urged; as if she would drop her foal even when she was as tired as she was. She held the foal to her teat so it could drink. It moved through her fur a bit searching for her teat.
After the doctor cut the cord he asked her, “Can I take him Fluttershy? She was a surprise, so we should check her health.” He didn’t want to disturb them, but it was better to have angry parents than have a foal with problems.
“I will take her Flutter. She will be checked quickly and then we can rest with both of them, okay?” Mac nodded as he held his hooves out for the foal. Fluttershy allowed him to take the foal.
Soon the foal was on the scale being weighed; 105 pounds, and the height was 35 inches. She was quite healthy as her whine signified. “It’s okay little one, Daddy is here,” Mac said as he kissed her.
The doctor smiled as he handed Mac their second child. “Thank you for letting me share in this wonderful experience,” the doctor said.
Mac smiled. “Thank you doctor, for helping us with the births, albeit one unexpected,” he said smiling.
Before long Fluttershy and Big Mac were in their birthing suite again, Fluttershy letting her foals nurse. Tears were coming from her eyes as they nursed. “Hello there foals, I am your mother, and this is your father….and we love you.”
Mac and Fluttershy sang to them as she stroked Shy.
Fluttershy looked at her husband. “Mac, can we name her Pink Lady?” she asked very tired, her eyes half closed.
Mac nodded.” I like it, Shy and Pink.”
She looked at them. “Shy and Pink… two blessings instead of one.” When they were full from her milk she lifted them. “Our twin foals.”
“Eeyup, our angels,” Mac said agreeing.
Fluttershy closed her eyes as the foals cuddled her, but Shy seemed restless. “Can you take her Mac, I need some sleep…” she sighed.
Mac nodded and took her to a chair. Shy let out a quiet protest, like she wanted to be with her mom. She clinged onto Mac as his scent was imprinted into her brain. Mac smiled at his daughters. “They are beautiful, Flutter,” he said kissing Shy’s forehead.
Flutter smiled as she stroked Pink’s back humming a song as she fell into a well-earned sleep.