“Push! I want you to take deep breaths, okay? It’s coming! Push!” The doctor yelled.

Rainbow stared with weakening stomach as a little nose inched out of Fluttershy. “Ohhh yuuckkk,” She tried to look at the floor, but it was blurry, and she felt like it was quivering under her hooves. The sounds around her seemed to fade, even Fluttershy’s screaming.

Against her better judgement, she looked up again. The foal was halfway out, quickly, coming out, it was slimy looking and—and my didn’t those white linoleum floor tiles look nice.

Startlingly close, she heard, “You did it! Nurse, check the placenta. Rainbow Dash, would you like to cut the cord?”

She looked up. The little baby pony was lying there, in a nurse’s care, and the cord reached from it right up into Fluttershy. “Ah-gghhg.” She shut her mouth so she wouldn’t throw up, and promptly fainted.

When she woke up, she was in the waiting room with everyone who had come to see the baby. “Uhh.”

“Howdy, braveheart. Too much for you after all?”

“Shu.” Wow, her tongue was thick. “Shut it AJ. Ohhh, I still feel queasy.” She closed her eyes and wrapped her hooves around her stomach.

“You fainted like a rock. They brought you out here; Fluttershy’s getting cleaned up. They’ve got the baby swaddled, would you like to see?” Pinkie’s voice was all smiles.

Slowly, excitement replaced her nausea. “Oh, um. Oh yeah! I don’t even know if it’s a boy or a girl!”

“It’s—”

“Don’t tell me! I want to see for myself!” Rainbow was allowed into the baby-keeping room. It smelled really weird; almost unpleasantly so. Almost. A nurse guided her to her baby.

“This one is yours.”

“What is it?” Gingerly, she put a hoof on the sleeping baby. Suddenly she was filled, overpowered, with love. This was her and Fluttershy’s. It was amazing. She checked. It was a boy!

“It’s a colt,” the nurse said unnecessarily, covering up the baby again. “And he’s quite a handsome one!”

The little baby colt had a gray coat and four colors in his sparse mane and tail; pink, orange, yellow, and blue; all pastel and running in lines. His eyes were closed tight, and he looked like he was very determinedly sleeping. He had two little wings tucked up close to his side.

“Fluttershy said you and she were thinking of Grayspine, is that right?”

“Yep, that’s him.”

A month and a half later, at home, Rainbow held their little baby Grayspine. She sat on her hind legs and rocked her whole body back and forth, trying to get the crying to stop. It filled the whole house, piercing and annoying.

“Fluttershy?” Rainbow yelled over it, “I think he might be hungry!”

“I’m coming!” Fluttershy glided down the cloud stairs and gingerly took the baby from Rainbow. She carefully laid down and helped the crying thing latch onto a teat. He began to suck, quiet at last.

“Man, that thing can scream,” Rainbow said, kissing Fluttershy on the cheek.

“He’s just hungry. Yeah, look at him drink.” She said it looking down at their baby, her eyes filled with such pride and love, such burning warmth and determination to make this little life count, to love this little thing, that Rainbow just had to kiss her again. She giggled, “Aren’t you happy today, Rainbow?”

“Seeing you happy always makes me happy.” She smiled, and looked at the little Grayspine herself. She knew, in her heart, nothing in the world would stop her from protecting that little ball of fur. If she had to kill twenty dragons at once, she’d do it. Nothing, not in Equestria or beyond, would stop her from keeping him safe.

She looked up and locked eyes with Fluttershy.

And her.

Author's Note

So. This story has a story behind it (suprise suprise suprise).
I have known I’m bisexual for maybe three or four years now. And I got into ponies about early or middle season 2. A lot, if not most, of this story stems from the turmoil inside me as I struggle with being moral, Christian, and bisexual. I’d like to think I’m over it now, because I have accepted myself and prayed and felt God accept me. With the first (right now there are only three who know) person I came out to, I was also coming out to myself. How Big Mac reacts when he comes out is how I reacted, pretty much. For twenty minutes after hanging up the phone call, I was consumed by smiles and giggles and had to hug my pillow. It was, intensely, pleasant because it was a huge flow of positive emotions in me, directed at me, as I accepted myself fully for the first time.
So when I started it like three years ago all that kind of stuff was on my mind and it became kind of an angst fest. And then a lot more story grew out of it then I had expected, and I lost interest for a long time, then I had a bunch of other stuff to do, yadda yadda yadda. It’s finished now, finally, and I know it could be better. I’m leaving it like it is because I’m really fairly sick of it now and, after all, it is just fanfiction. If I write anymore I might make sure it’s higher quality, but this’ll have to do for now. I should have had Fluttershy initiate tough love, Pinkie and Rarity’s conversation about her sexuality should have been moved, I still have no idea what the proper grammar is on ellipses, I think I use dashes and ellipses too much, Applejack’s arguments are really weak and bad, and good grief like every other page ponies are hugging. But oh well.
I didn’t include the story of how they started dating because that’s what most Flutterdash fanfics are about. The ones I’ve read, at least. I wanted to write about their relationship a little deeper, and to do that I needed them to be further along.
Writing the almost rape scene was hard; it exposed a beautiful weakness in me. It was hard to start writing. It was hard to write because my body shook with an uncomfortable excitement. I had to pray for a time before I could more than a fourth of it. It was hard to write. I knew what I wanted to happen, and how, but still when I brought my finger down to type I just couldn’t. It was too awful, too far from me.
I'm not sure how much I should have included in the second Epilogue. I definitely didn't want to write a clopfic, and I don't think I did. But I didn't want to just skirt around what happened; euphemisms just make it more awkward. I don't know. I just want to show that these two ponies love each other. That's what it comes back to. They love each other, and Fluttershy wasn't scarred for life, and yeah she can take Rainbow's dick even though she's a lesbian because maybe love is bigger than that, and Rainbow's still a girl, so.
Also, the word “ponnying” in part two is a pony version of manning. I thought it was funny.

Overall, this was kind of my final loveletter for Flutterdash—an obsession of mine since joining the fandom—and might end up being my last for the fandom as a whole. I think I want to move on, so I can work on original projects. But we’ll see. Until then, if it comes, thank you very much for reading!