Pinkie flopped heavily down into a chair and exhaled with a sigh. She rested a hoof on her growing belly, and smiled. "You guys are making it awful hard to work on cakes," she said.
Mrs. Cake trotted out of the back room and smiled at her. "Pinkie, you don't have to work this hard if you can't handle it. I wouldn't want you to work yourself too hard this late in your pregnancy."
Pinkie smiled and raised a hoof. "It's fine. I don't mind helping out. I like to help other ponies."
Mrs. Cake shook her head. "I'm sorry, Pinkie, but I can't let you work this hard when you're this far along."
"But I'm fine. I want to help out, even when I'm like this. It makes me happy to help out my friends."
"Why don't you go and lie down upstairs, Pinkie. I'll finish up down here, and if it comes to it, I can get my husband to help out."
"Are you sure that's OK?" asked the pink earth pony hesitantly. "I wouldn't want you to take on too much work."
Mrs. Cake laughed. "Pinkie, if anyone should be worried, it's me. I worry that you're pushing yourself too hard, especially now that you're carrying twin foals."
Pinkie paused and looked at the blue mare. "Are you sure? I'd feel bad just leaving you to do all this work by yourself."
"No, I insist. Just go upstairs and rest. You can take my bed and rest. I won't have you working yourself to the bone while you're this pregnant." She reached out a hoof and stroked Pinkie's writhing bump.
The foals inside her squirmed under Mrs. Cake's hoof, causing Pinkie to gasp in surprise. "Oh! They kicked!"
Mrs. Cake smiled and patted Pinkie's belly. "Just go. I won't hear another word about it. I'll finish up down here."
Pinkie paused for a bit, before nodding. "OK!" She bounced up the stairs and into Mrs. Cake's bedroom, laying down on the bed and letting out a sigh of exhaustion.
"Man. Being this pregnant really takes a lot out of you." She rolled over onto her side to take some of the pressure off of her body, which had been supporting the weight of two developing foals.
A sigh escaped her lips, and she closed her eyes, attempting to get to sleep, but the foals she was carrying kept moving around inside her. She groaned and poked her distended bump gently with a hoof, but that only made the foals kick more.
She rubbed her belly with a hoof, and smiled. “You guys are making it really hard for me, you know?” Her belly squirmed, and she felt a gentle kick against her hoof as a response. The pink mare sighed and closed her eyes, trying to get to sleep, but it seemed that every time she drifted off, her foals kicked and woke her up again.
“Hey, now. Stop kicking Mommy, she’s trying to sleep. You’re making it very difficult.” she laughed and rubbed her bump. “Why don’t you guys get some rest too? You’re not that far away from being born.”
As if in response to her voice, the foals inside her stopped thrashing, and Pinkie sighed in relief, laying back on the pillows behind her head and closing her eyes. She wrapped her hooves around her belly as she slept, as if to protect the foals that were growing inside her.
She could feel the foals squirming under her hooves, but it wasn’t enough to disturb her sleep. They seemed to have calmed down since earlier, and now they were just playing, it seemed.
At least they’re not kicking the hay out of me this time, thought the pink pony sleepily. Her thoughts wandered as she fell deeper into slumber, enjoying the feeling of her foals filling up her once-empty womb. She liked being pregnant, and she sure was going to miss not having foals inside her.
She knew when her due date was, and it wasn’t far off, a few days at most. Although she had heard of some mares giving birth before their due date, usually because a mare’s exact due date was pretty tricky to predict, as it depended on so many different factors.
Her mind faded into darkness as she fell into a deep slumber, the only sensation that she felt being the soft pressure of her foals inside her womb.
Pinkie awoke to a sudden pressure on her midsection, and she sat up groggily. “Wha… huh?” she mumbled sleepily. “What’s goin’ on?”
She winced as a sudden pain shot through her belly, and the realisation dawned on her. She was having her foals. Panic settled in her chest, and her heart raced. What was she going to do?
Another sharp pain shot through her abdomen, and she clutched at her bump, wincing. She tried to get out of bed, but fell back onto the sheets when yet another contraction floored the pink earth pony. She called out weakly to Mrs. Cake, who was downstairs in the kitchen baking cookies.
Although she was certain that the older mare couldn’t hear her, she did know one thing. She had to get up and get help, or else she was going to have her foals right here in the middle of the Cake’s bedroom. Forcing herself to her feet, she dropped onto the floor with a groan, and waddled out of the room, heaving herself down the stairs and into the kitchen.
When Mrs. Cake saw Pinkie almost crawling into the room, she dropped her mixing spoon and rushed over, a panicked expression on her face. “Pinkie? What’s the matter? Are you having the foals?”
Pinkie gritted her teeth against the pain and nodded, feeling another contraction tear through her abdomen. Mrs, Cake nodded and remained calm as she wrapped a hoof around the pink earth pony’s shoulders. She had been through this herself, so she knew exactly what to do.
Mrs. Cake helped Pinkie to walk out the front door of the bakery, and flipped the sign on the door to closed as she left. Mr. Cake was out with the twins, and there was no-one to watch the store while she was gone. Raising a hoof, she called a taxi, and one of the passing ‘driver’ ponies trotted over to her.
The blue coated mare helped Pinkie into the cab, and made sure that she was comfortable, before turning to the driver, saying “Ponyville Hospital.” in an urgent voice. “Now!”
The ‘driver’ of the cab sped up and galloped through the streets, ponies scattering every which way as they scrambled to get out of the way of the speeding taxi. The sound of hooves echoed on the cobbled streets, and in the back of the cab, Mrs. Cake stroked Pinkie’s mane to keep her calm.
The earth pony was sweating and breathing heavily, her heart racing in her chest as the fought the urge to push. “This really hurts!” she moaned, clutching her quivering stomach as she lay on the older mare’s lap, letting out short breaths, a sort of hee hoo, just like Mrs, Cake had taught her.
“It’s going to be OK, Pinkie,” soothed Mrs. Cake. “You’ll be OK, I promise. We’re almost there, and then we’ll get you comfortable in a nice hospital bed, OK?”
“O-OK…” The pink earth pony continued to breath heavily, on the verge of hyperventilating as she lay in the older mare’s lap, sweating and breathing hard, continuously fighting the urge to push the foals she was carrying out of her heaving womb.
“You can’t push yet, Pinkie. You’ll hurt the foals if you push too early. I know you want to, but you have to resist. OK?” Mrs. Cake stroked Pinkie’s mane and smiled. “I had to go through the same thing you did. It was hard, but trust me, it’s totally worth it in the end.”
Pinkie smiled. “Really?”
“Yes. To hold your foals that you’ve carried for so long is a wonderful feeling to be able to experience.” She smiled and stroked Pinkie’s mane, which had straightened due to all the sweat that had soaked into it.
The taxi slowed to a halt, and Mrs. Cake peered out of the window. They had arrived at the hospital, so Mrs. Cake wrapped her hoof around Pinkie Pie’s shoulders and helped her out of the cab, coaxing her towards the entrance. She suddenly stopped, and looked back at the cab driver, before digging around on her saddlebags for her bit purse to pay the driver.
The driver shook his head and motioned for Mrs. Cake to take Pinkie into the hospital. She nodded and put her purse away, before helping Pinkie into the hospital. When she trotted in, Nurse Redheart saw her, and rushed over with a wheelchair, slowly easing Pinkie into it and smiling.
“I’ll take her to the maternity ward. You go and sign in, OK?”
Mrs. Cake nodded and kissed Pinkie’s cheek. “I’ll be there in a minute, OK sweetie? I promise, I won’t leave you. Would you like me to call Twilight and the others?”
Pinkie gritted her teeth and nodded. “Yes, please. I want them to at least know.”
Mrs. Cake nodded and trotted over to the front, desk, watching as Pinkie Pie was wheeled away. Turning to the pony at the desk, she picked up a pen and signed her name into the visitor’s book with a flourish. “Do you have a phone I could use? I think her friends should know that she’s going into labour.
The nurse smiled and pointed her hoof to the corner of the waiting room, where a payphone was bolted to the wall. Mrs. Cake trotted over to it and dug in her saddlebags for her bit purse, before putting a coin into the phone and dialling the number for Twilight’s house, where she knew they would all be.
The phone rang in Twilight’s house, and the purple unicorn trotted over to pick it up. When she answered, she heard Mrs. Cake’s panicked, yet calm voice on the other end of the line.
“It’s Pinkie,” she said. “She’s going into labour. She’s at Ponyville Hospital now. She wanted you all to be there, so I thought I’d call you.”
Twilight nodded. “Thanks. We’ll be there.” She put the phone down and turned to her friends, who had gathered around her to hear the conversation.
The other ponies looked at her expectantly, and she smiled. “It’s Pinkie. She’s going into labour, and she wanted us to be there.”
Rarity squealed excitedly, clapping her hooves in delight. “Oh, how exciting!”
“Ah guess we’d better go then, hadn’t we?” said Applejack. “Ah’ll call a cab fer us.”
The five ponies trotted out of the front door of Twilight’s house and Applejack raised a hoof to call a passing cab. The driver stopped and smiled at them, before they all piled into the cab. Twilight turned to the driver. “Ponyville Hospital,” she said.
The stallion driver nodded and galloped towards the hospital, his hooves kicking up dust as he went. When he reached the hospital, the five ponies all got out of the cab, and Twilight got her bit purse out of her saddlebag to pay the driver. The driver thanked them, and galloped off along the road, leaving the five remaining ponies outside the hospital.
“I guess we should go in and see Pinkie.” whispered Fluttershy in her timid voice. “If that’s OK…”
The five ponies nodded and trotted together into the hospital. When Mrs, Cake saw them, she rushed over and smiled at them. “Hello, girls. Pinkie is in the maternity ward now. I think you should be OK to go in and see her.”
Twilight nodded and led her friends into the maternity ward where her friend was being kept. When she saw the pink earth pony on a bed, stroking her large bump, they waved and rushed over to her.
“Pinkie!”
The earth pony smiled and waved at her friends. “Hey you guys! Lookie! I’m in labour!”
Her friends laughed and smiled. “Classic Pinkie Pie.”
They gathered round the bed and Fluttershy spoke up, her timid voice barely audible. “Um… how are you doing, Pinkie?” she asked.
“Oh, I’m fine! I-” The pink earth pony cut off as a contraction hit. “Owie! Owie!”
Twilight offered her a hoof, which Pinkie took and squeezed, eliciting a groan of pain from the purple unicorn as her hoof was caught in Pinkie Pie’s suddenly freakishly strong grip. “Pinkie,” she groaned. “That hurts…”
The pink pony looked at her friend. “Oh, sorry Twilight!” she giggled.
Twilight laughed and shook her head. “It’s fine, Pinkie. You don’t have to apologise.” She smiled and rubbed her friend’s belly, feeling the writhing mass of foals beneath her skin. “Pinkie, you’re so brave,” she whispered.
Pinkie giggled and smiled at her friend. “Thanks, Twilight. I just… I wish I knew who the father was…” Her face fell and she sighed dejectedly.
Rainbow saw her friend’s face and smiled. “Aw, cheer up Pinkie. You’ll be a wonderful mother, I just know you will.”
Pinkie’s eyes teared up. “You guys..."
Another contraction rocked her body and Pinkie groaned in pain. “Owie…”
Twilight stroked her friend’s mane and smiled. “You can do this, Pinkie. I know it.” She smiled and squeezed her hoof.
Pinkie smiled and looked at all her friends who were gathered around her bed. “I couldn’t do this without you guys’ support,” she said.
“You’re welcome, Pinkie.” said Twilight. “We would never leave you to take care of your foals by yourself. If there’s anything you need, don’t hesitate to ask us.”
Pinkie smiled and her eyes teared up. Sniffing, she wiped her eyes, and looked around at her friends. “I love you guys so much…”
As the earth pony mare looked around at her friends, Nurse Redheart trotted into the maternity ward and pulled back the curtain that surrounded Pinkie Pie’s bed. She smiled at the mare and greeted her cheerily.
“How are you feeling, Pinkie?” she asked. “Is everything OK?”
Pinkie nodded and smiled back at her. “Yes, everything is fine. I’m in a little bit of pain, but I’m sure I can handle it.”
“As long as you’re comfortable, that’s the main thing. But I actually came in here to check how dilated you are.”
Pinkie looked confused. “What does that mean?” she asked.
Nurse Redheart smiled at her. “It means how wide your cervix is,” she explained. “When you’re ten centimetres dilated, you can start pushing. OK?”
Pinkie nodded. “OK. What do I need to do?”
“Just put your feet up in the stirrups, OK?” she said, pointing to the supports on the side of the bed. Turning to Twilight and the others, she smiled. “Would you girls mind if you waited outside? This is a private examination.”
The five mares nodded. “That’s fine,” said Twilight. “Come on girls.”
Twilight led her friends onto the other side of the curtain and Nurse Redheart pulled it across the bed, blocking Pinkie Pie from view. Five minutes later, when the curtain was pulled back, Nurse Redheart was standing next to the bed and Pinkie was lying back on the bed.
Rarity turned to Nurse Redheart and smiled. “How dilated is she, nurse?” she asked.
Nurse Redheart smiled. “About three centimetres. Still a while to go, I’m afraid.”
Pinkie sighed and lay back on her pillows. “Aw, man. This is so boring!”
A knock on the door to the maternity ward caused Pinkie to look up excitedly. Nurse Redheart pulled apart the curtain that still covered the far side of Pinkie’s bed, and opened the door to see Mrs. Cake. Pinkie’s face lit up, and she went to get out of bed, but Rarity pushed her back down.
“Darling, you must stay in bed. You’re having a foal, and you need to rest until you’re ready to push. Keep your strength up.”
Pinkie nodded. “I will. But can I at least say hello to Mrs. Cake? She helped me get to the hospital when I went into labour, after all.”
Rarity nodded. “I’ll go and get her.” The white unicorn parted the curtain and trotted over to the blue mare. “Hello, Mrs. Cake,” she greeted. “Pinkie wants to say hello to you.”
The older mare smiled and trotted over to Pinkie’s bedside, placing a hoof on her shoulder. “How are you doing, Pinkie?” she asked kindly.
“Oh, I’m fine. I- owie, owie!” yelped the cotton candy mare. Rarity held her hoof, and instantly regretted it as her own hoof was crushed in Pinkie’s grip.
“Pinkie, you’re hurting me!”
Pinkie Pie let go of her friend’s hoof and apologised quickly. “Sorry!”
Rarity smiled and laughed. “It’s OK, darling. You’re doing something wonderful, so I understand.” She patted her friend’s shoulder comfortingly.
“It hurts though…” she whined, resting both hooves on her belly.
Twilight stood next to her and smiled. “I know it does, Pinkie. But you’re a strong mare. You can do this. We all believe in you.”
Pinkie smiled at her friends and gasped as another contraction swept through her. She clutched her belly and breathed heavily. “Oh, man, this really hurts…” Rainbow stood next to her and stroked her mane. “You’re doing really well, Pinkie.”
The pink earth pony looked up at her friend and wrapped her hooves around her neck. “Thanks, Dashie. You’re the best.”
Pinkie gasped as she felt a small pop inside her belly – her mucus plug, no doubt, and a stream of warm liquid trickled down her legs, soaking the sheets that she lay on.
Rainbow peered under the sheet that covered Pinkie Pie’s legs. “Ew, gross!" she pulled a face and lowered the sheet. “Pinkie, you sprung a pretty bad leak down there.”
The cotton candy pony laughed and smiled at her friend. “Silly Dashie. That’s just my water breaking. It means that I’m almost ready to have the foals.”
Rainbow laughed and smiled. “Oh. Still gross though.”
Rarity tutted. “Rainbow Dash!” she scolded. “Don’t say things like that! I’m sure Pinkie is already uncomfortable as it is; she doesn’t need you making her feel worse.”
“What? It is.”
“Stop it this instant, Rainbow, or I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to leave.” warned Rarity.
The cyan mare scowled. “Fine.”
“Are you going to behave from now on darling?”
Rainbow nodded sulkily. “Yes, I’ll behave.”
Pinkie screamed as another contraction - the strongest yet - swept through her. She squeezed Twilight’s hand, and clenched her teeth against the pain that radiated like fire through her body. “Oh, Celestia, this hurts so much!” she screamed.
Her forehead was drenched with sweat, and her mane was no longer like the cotton candy it had always been. It hung limply over her shoulders, and had turned dull and lifeless. Twilight squeezed her hand and whispered encouragingly to her.
“It’s going to be OK, Pinkie. You’re doing great.”
The contraction subsided, and Pinkie opened her eyes slowly. “Is… is it over?” she asked, hopefully.
Twilight shook her head. “Not yet, Pinkie. There’s still a while to go. I’m sorry.”
“But it hurts so much!” sobbed Pinkie, tears streaming from her eyes as she fought the urge to push.
“I know, Pinkie. It’s going to be fine.” Twilight’s soothing voice washed over the pastel pink mare, and she smiled at her friend.
“I hope so, Twilight. I really hope so.”
A knock on the door, and Nurse Redheart trotted into the ward, slipping between the curtains that were pulled across Pinkie Pie’s bed. She smiled gently at the labouring mare, and squeezed her hand.
“Are you OK, Pinkie?” she asked kindly.
“No, I’m not OK!” snapped Pinkie. “What the hay does it look like?” Her voice was harsh and filled with pain, but softened when she realised who she was talking to. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled.
Nurse Redheart smiled at her. “It’s OK, Pinkie. A lot of mares have mood changes like yours while they’re in labour.” She patted Pinkie Pie’s shoulder and smiled gently. “I just came in to check how dilated you were. You’ve been at this for a while, you know. I think this might be some sort of record in this hospital.”
Pinkie grinned. “Really? Yay! That’s so- owie!” Another contraction rocked through her, and Twilight squeezed her hand comfortingly until the contraction passed. “Man, that hurts!”
Nurse Redheart smiled at Pinkie. “Can you put your feet up in the stirrups for me Pinkie?” she asked. Pinkie nodded and slipped her feet into the supports like Nurse Redheart had told her to.
Glancing between the cotton candy mare’s legs, the nurse pony smiled and looked up at Pinkie. “Good news,” she said. “You’re eight centimetres dilated, which means you’re almost ready to start pushing. Not yet though, I’m afraid, so you’ll have to wait a little longer.”
Pinkie groaned and screamed as an especially powerful contraction shot through her body, clutching her belly and squeezing Twilight’s hoof. The purple unicorn gasped as her friend’s surprisingly string grip crushed her hoof.
“Pinkie! That really hurts! Stop! Ouch!”
Pinkie hurriedly let go of Twilight’s hoof as the contraction subsided, and grinned sheepishly. “Sorry, Twi.”
The purple unicorn shook her head. “Don’t worry about it. It’s OK, Pinkie.” She smiled and stroked her friend’s mane. “You’re being very brave. I’m so proud of you. We all are.”
Nurse Redheart smiled at Pinkie, who lay panting on the hospital bed. “Phew. This takes a lot out of you…” she breathed. Mrs. Cake, who Pinkie had allowed to stay in the room with her and Twilight, smiled at her and nodded.
“Nobody said having twin foals would be easy, Pinkie Pie.” she said. “I went through the exact same thing when I had Pound and Pumpkin.”
“That doesn’t make it any easier, Mrs. Cake,” breathed Pinkie, wincing at another sharp contraction. “Owie!”
The blue coated pastry chef smiled and stroked Pinkie’s mane. “I know, sweetie. I wish I could make it easier for you, really I do.”
“I know. I really appreciate everything you did for me while I was pregnant with these two.” She rubbed her stomach and smiled.
Mrs. Cake laughed. “It’s not a problem, Pinkie. It’s my job to help ponies in need. Mainly by providing them with delicious pastries, but I can do other things too.” She smiled.
“I’m gonna miss carrying them,” sighed Pinkie. “They sure did make my back hurt and all, but it felt nice having them move inside me. It felt real.”
Mrs. Cake patted Pinkie’s shoulder. “I know sweetie. I was like that too. But let me tell you, holding them in your hooves for the first time is way better than carrying them for any amount of time.” She laughed.
“I guess you’re right. Now I can’t wait to get these two out of me.” She dropped her voice so that it was barely a whisper and leaned over to Mrs. Cake. “To tell you the truth, this is actually kinda turning me on.”
The blue coated mare blushed and giggled. “I know. I found that too. I guess you and I aren’t so different after all.”
Pinkie smiled. “I might even cum from pushing them out.”
Mrs. Cake gasped and giggled in embarrassment. “Pinkamena Diane Pie! You naughty mare!” She smiled and whispered into Pinkie’s ear. “I came too.”
The cotton candy earth pony smiled and fought against the pain as another contraction rocked her body. “Owie! That was a big one.” She exhaled sharply, and sank back onto the pillows. “This is not easy. How did you do this, Mrs. Cake?” asked Pinkie. “It really hurts!”
“Pinkie, believe me, I know. But you can push past it, I know you can.”
The pink earth pony smiled and looked over at Mrs. Cake. “Thanks for believing in me. You always supported me, and wouldn’t let me do too much in case the foals got hurt.”
“I said, didn’t I? It’s my job to worry about you dear.”
Nurse Redheart trotted in and smiled at Pinkie, who smiled at her. “Hello nurse. Are you here to check how dilated I am?”
“Bingo. I would imagine it’s time for you to start pushing, but I think we’d better check before you do anything, so that you don’t cause any harm to the foals.”
Pinkie nodded and smiled. “I know this sounds rather strange, but I’m sort of looking forward to pushing them out. I think it may… arouse me.” Nurse Redheart giggled and blushed. “That’s quite normal Pinkie. Some mares quite enjoy the experience of pushing out foals.”
She peered between Pinkie Pie’s hind legs, which she had already placed in the stirrups. Smiling, she turned to the labouring mare and grinned. “It’s time to start pushing, Pinkie. I bet you’re really looking forward to this.”
Pinkie nodded enthusiastically, but was cut off by a strong contraction as her uterus prepared to vomit up the foals it had been carrying for the past 11 months. She breathed heavily, waiting for the pain to pass, and when it had died down, she looked at Nurse Redheart as if asking for permission to push.
The nurse pony smiled and stood between Pinkie Pie’s hind legs. “Time to start pushing. Good luck.”
Pinkie smiled and took a deep breath, clutching Twilight’s hoof, who stood on one side of her bed. Exhaling, she started to push, feeling the foal’s head strain against the flourishing opening to her dilated cervix. She gasped, and her face broke into a smile. “Oh, Twilight, this feels really good!”
Twilight blushed furiously and looked at her friend in confusion. “Really? But I thought foaling was supposed to be a painful experience for a mare. Or isn’t it?” she asked.
Pinkie sweated and strained to push the foal gently out of her womb. Her breath was ragged and she didn’t last long, before she collapsed onto the pillows behind her head, breathing heavily.
“What can I say, Twi? I guess I’m an oddball.”
Twilight laughed. “I don’t doubt that for a second, Pinkie.”
She took a deep breath, and squeezed Twilight’s hoof. Panting, she started to push the foal out once more, feeling the head press against her entrance. A strange feeling of pleasure spread through her body, the foal stimulating all sorts of pleasure centres as it slid free from Pinkie’s womb.
A small moan – more of pleasure than pain – slipped from between Pinkie’s lips, and she could feel herself getting hotter and more excited as the foal slid out of her. A smile passed across her face, and she started to moan softly, a sound which confused Twilight, as it seemed to be a somewhat pleasured moan.
Mrs. Cake, who stood on the other side of Pinkie’s bed, smiled at the labouring mare. “I told you it would feel good,” she whispered.
Pinkie smiled. “It does. It feels so good!” She moaned as the foal slipped further out of her dripping entrance, and she could feel a pressure building deep within her. “Oh, sweet Celestia!” she moaned. “I think I’m going to cum!”
Twilight blushed furiously; she had never heard her friend speak like that before. She looked away, continuing to hold her friend’s hoof for support.
She took a deep breath and pushed once more, the foal that was inside her sliding slowly out. Nurse Redheart smiled and looked at Pinkie. “You’re doing great! I can see the head!” she said. “Just a little more!”
“Oh, this feels so good!” moaned Pinkie, throwing her head back in ecstasy. She pushed again, the foal slipping out up to its neck. A surge of pleasure rushed through Pinkie Pie’s body, and she screamed as she came all over the sheets, soaking them with her sweet mare cum.
She collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily, and smiled. “Man, that felt so good…”
The powerful orgasm that had rocked the mare’s body had pushed the first foal further out of her womb, and now the head was out, and the foal’s shoulders were lodging it in place. Pinkie sighed in ecstasy and lay back on the pillows.
Nurse Redheart smiled at her. “I know that must have felt good, Pinkie, but you’re going to have to push a little harder to get the rest of the foal out.”
Pinkie looked at her excitedly. “Well,” she said. “If that feels half as good as getting the head out, then I think I’ll be fine.” She smiled and took a deep breath, riding out the contraction that swept through her, barely feeling the pain through the ecstasy of the orgasm she had just had.
The pink earth pony rode out the contraction that rocked through her, a feeling of pleasure spreading through her nether regions. She lay back on the pillows behind her head and took a deep breath, before sitting back up and starting to ease the foal’s shoulders gently out of her dripping cavern.
The foal’s shoulders surprisingly slid out much easier than the head had done, due to the fact that Pinkie Pie’s vulva still dripped with her sex juices. She breathed heavily, moaning slightly as the foal slipped out. She could feel the pleasure building in her loins, threatening to make her cum again.
She fought the urge and pushed again, a mixture of pain and pleasure radiating through her body as the foal eased out of her womb. Another scream, and the foal was out. She was a filly who looked exactly like her mother, with a white coat and blonde mane. Nurse Redheart picked the filly up in her hooves and handed it to Pinkie, who cuddled it to her chest and smiled.
“Hey,” she whispered softly. “You’re a cutie, aren’t you? Hmm?” She smiled and kissed the little filly on her forehead. She handed the newborn filly to Twilight, who smiled and gave the newborn a kiss on the nose.
Pinkie looked at the purple unicorn, cradling her daughter in her hooves, and smiled. “You’ll have a little sister soon,” she whispered softly.
After another two hours of pushing, the second filly slipped out of Pinkie Pie’s womb and onto the sheet between her legs. She had cum twice while giving birth to the second filly, and Pinkie was feeling surprisingly good. The cord was cut, and the second filly was handed to her mother.
She had a straight mane and a coat that was a little darker than her mother’s. Pinkie thought she looked like her asocial alter-ego, whom she had taken to naming Pinkamena. The little filly reached for her mother, and Pinkie cuddled her into her chest. paying no mind to her appearance.
She stroked the little filly’s mane, and despite her appearance, she was lively and cheerful, much like her mother. She giggled and swatted at her mother’s hoof as she poked her nose gently.
The cotton-candy mare sighed and leaned back in her bed with her newborn foal cradled in her hooves. She smiled and rocked the filly gently, shushing her as she started to cry softly. Twilight came over to her and smiled, holding her hoof.
“You’re so brave, Pinkie. I’m very proud of you.”
Pinkie looked at her friend and smiled. “Thanks Twilight. That means a lot. Although, I kinda miss carrying them already. But at least I can hold them in my hooves now.” She kissed her filly on the forehead and she giggled, swatting playfully at her mother.
Pinkie laughed softly. She could tell these two were going to be a handful. But to her, it was definitely worth it.
