Pear Butter was on the beach, resting on her chair while eating a bowl of pineapple and stroking her big belly. She got the bowl of pineapple from the picnic basket that's sitting on the beach blanket. She's been pregnant for ten and a half months, she recently got her ultra-sound, finding out that it's going to be a filly. She was so delighted that she's going to have a filly this time. Her first child was a colt named Big Macintosh. She's been trying to think of the name for a while.
Bright Mac, her husband, was laying on his belly on the beach blanket beside his wife. He liked watching his wife eating and stroking her pregnant stomach. He also liked listening to the waves rush through the ocean and the seagulls squawking in the air.
Pear Butter ate her last piece of pineapple. She looked at the inside of the bowl where all the pieces of pineapple used to be, she was pretty disappointed to see that there was no more.
Bright Mac was thinking since Pear Butter is finished with her pineapple, they should do some kind of activity on the beach. "Are you satisfied yet?", he asked.
"Yes.", Pear Butter said. "But, I am a bit sad that that's the last bowl of pineapple I had."
"I know, honey.", Bright Mac said, taking the now empty bowl and placing it in the picnic basket. "I know how much you love your pineapple. But, you've been sitting there for the past thirty minutes eating that, we should get on our hooves and do something here."
"Bright Mac, I'm pregnant.", Pear Butter said, clutching at her massive belly. "You know I can't swim while the baby's still inside me."
"I wasn't suggesting that.", Bright Mac said.
"Then, what do you want to then?", Pear Butter asked.
Bright Mac walked up to his wife and put a foreleg around her. "How about I bury in the sand?", he asked.
Pear Butter froze in surprise. "Excuse me?", she asked.
"I said, how about I bury you in the sand?", Bright Mac asked.
"Oh, um...", Pear Butter protested. She wanted to make sure that nothing harms the baby. "You're not going to cover my belly, are you? I don't want the baby to be harmed."
"I'm not going to cover the belly, I'm just going to go around it.", Bright Mac said.
Pear Butter made a tender smile. "Um, ok, I guess.", she said with a blush. Her smile turned into a frown. "The problem is I can't get up."
"No need to worry, sweetheart, I can carry you.", Bright Mac said. "I am strong after all." He wrapped a hoof around her midsection and he wrapped the other around her flanks. He lifted her off the chair. He walked a few inches away from their stuff. "So, where do you want me to lay you down?"
"Can you come forward a little bit?", Pear Butter asked.
Bright Mac took a baby step forward. "Right here?", he asked.
Pear Butter nodded. "Yes please.", he said.
Bright Mac lowered his wife to the ground and gently laid her down.
Pear Butter felt the warm sense of sand on her back. "Mmm. This sand feels so relaxing.", she said, calmly.
"Let me grab my pale and then we'll get started.", Bright Mac said, walking over to the blanket. "Now, where did I put my pale?" He checked the bag of beach stuff. He spotted his red pale with a white handle. "Ah, here it is." He picked it up. "I was hoping this would be in here." He walked back over to his plump-bellied wife, who was laying down on the sand and rubbing her belly with a hoof. He took hold of the hoof and placed to her side. "Are you ready, dear?"
Pear Butter laid her head back and relaxed by taking a deep breath. "Sure.", she said.
"Just so you know, the first scoop will be on your chest.", Bright Mac said, scooping the first and small scoop of sand in his pale. "So, you might want to tilt your head back."
Pear Butter sighed calmly. "I'll do whatever you say, Bright Mac.", she said, tilting her head back.
Bright Mac poured the first scoop of sand on Pear Butter's chest. "Alright, honey, you can straighten your neck now.", he said, scooping more sand.
Pear Butter tilted her head back down to look at the sand that was poured on her chest. "This sand feels nice on me.", she said, laying her head back down and closing her eyes like she's about to fall asleep.
Bright Mac poured the second scoop of sand on the same place as the first, the sand sliding down and around Pear Butter's neck like a necklace. He scooped another chunk of sand and poured it on her right shoulder, then more on the other shoulder. He scooped up chunks of sand and poured them on her forelegs to cover them up. He then scooped a huge chunk and poured it on his wife's waist. With his hooves, he patted the sand down around Pear Butter's watermelon-sized belly.
Pear Butter's tail gave a swish as she felt the sand getting pressed against her. "My goodness.", she murmured. "That feels good."
Bright Mac scooped another chunk of sand and poured it on Pear Butter's flanks. He scooped chunks of sand and poured it on her hooves and tail to cover them up. He placed the pale on the sand.
Pear Butter's burial was complete. Every body part of her was covered up, except for her big belly.
"Alright, hon, you're done.", Bright Mac said. "How does it feel?"
Pear Butter spoke in a quiet tone. "This does feel nice, but I can't even move.", she said. "My can't touch the air."
"Well, at least your belly is.", Bright Mac said, patting the top of his wife's 10 month and a half old baby bump. He petted it downwards, smoothing out Pear Butter's fur. "Hey, have I told you that you have the smoothest belly I've ever touched."
"Yes.", Pear Butter giggled. "You touched some of my tickle spots when you first touched it." She blushed cutely.
Bright Mac chuckled and planted a kiss on his wife's belly, he then rested his chin on the center. "I'm sure our new child will love being buried in the sand, since you are right now.", he said. "That's why I had to go around this round belly." He began to rub the top with his hooves, purposely tickling his wife.
Pear Butter's giggles turned into laughter. "Hahahahaha. Bright Mac, stop, please.", she laughed. "No tickles."
"Alright.", Bright Mac sighed, removing his hooves from Pear Butter's belly.
Pear Butter took nice relaxing breaths. She felt a kick inside her belly, she feels like she's read to give birth to the baby in the next few months. "Bright Mac?", she asked.
"Hm?", Bright Mac responded, looking over to her.
"Why don't I give birth to the child at the hospital?", Pear Butter asked.
"Sure thing, Buttercup.", Bright Mac said, winking to his buried wife.
"And, please, talk to my belly- *yawn* -until I fall asleep.", Pear Butter sighed, getting ready to fall asleep.
Bright Mac nodded. He lowered his head to his wife's stomach and spoke to it. "Little foal.", he started. "I hope you can hear me. I buried your mother, and I did it, because I was hoping that you would love being buried in the sand. I don't know whether you're a colt or a filly, but we'll see you soon. We love you, little colt or filly, or should I call you 'little foal', if that's what they call them." He placed a smooch on Pear Butter's belly.
And just like that, Pear Butter closed her eyes and drifted off into her dream world.
