A Perfect Pear

Ms Cake and I used to meet up after their chores were done to avoid our parent’s ire. They never suspected two mares would fall in love. Bright Mac was sometimes included to throw our parents off. He didn’t mind being sandwiched between two mares like a butter cream filling between two slices of cake. Bright Mac, as beautiful of a stallion as he is, he is a country boy and therefore, he’s not all that complicated. Occasionally he likes to remind me how wild I used to be. However, as we grew up and I became more business orientated, we no longer met up as much. Years later, when Ms Cake couldn’t conceive with her husband, I acted as her surrogate. Mr Cake, bless his heart, his such a gentle and generous stallion. He had no idea why Ms Cake would choose me, but he was grateful enough to attend the tests I endured. There were so many tests to make sure that the foal was healthy and so was I.

I remember the day as if it were yesterday. There are some days the memories for years past are clearer than things I do daily like what I ate for breakfast, if at all, or how many apple products I sold. Nurse Redheart welcomed me into the clinic, waving her hoof. Ms Cake looked anxious and apologetic as I filled out the paperwork. I gave her a smile to cheer her up, slicking my frizzy orange hair back with a rubber band I wore around my forehoof.

Ms Cake held my hoof throughout the entire process, staring with morbid curiosity. I laid there indignantly with my hind hooves up in the birthing stirrups with my mare hood covered by a sheet to preserve some modesty, staring up at the ceiling as the plastic gloves crinkled between my legs. Nurse Redheart applied lubricant to her plastic clad hoof and then to the sterile injector and long rubber tube, full of Mr Cake’s sperm and Ms Cake’s eggs. I tensed and inhaled sharply as the tube sank deeper. Nurse Redheart pushed steadily until the tube reached its mark. Nurse Redheart looked up at us. I nodded. The plunger was deployed. I gagged on my own saliva in surprise. It was like a load from Bright Mac. Ms Cake rubbed my belly to calm me. Her hoof trembled so I reached up and laid my hoof over hers.
“Isn’t this amazing? This is going to be your baby, Cupcake.” I said, “You should be excited.”
“I am excited.”
“Then what is this look for?” I laughed softly.
“What look?”
I laughed louder. Even Nurse Redheart looked concerned as she wiped the excess off my mare hood and proceeded to clean up.
“How are you feeling, Pear Butter?” She asked sweetly.
“Like I can return to workin’ in the fields with Bright Mac until sundown.”
“I would recommend against that until you’ve birthed, Pear Butter.” Nurse Redheart sighed.

“Hey mumma.” Apple Bloom said, sidling underneath one of my limbs for snuggle.
“Yes, my sweetie?”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, dear. Just…Lost in thought. You’ll understand when you’re older.”
“Yer sure? Shinin’ said you might ‘ave hit yer head when you fell an’ I’m scared mumma.”
I rubbed her head.
“You don’t need to worry about me.” Shining, how could I forget? The image was burned into my brain. My son mounting him like a mare. Shining giving that same expression I wore when I made love to Ms Cake and Bright Mac. “Did you say Shining? Is he still here?”
“He wanted to stay, but the Princess called him back. He asked me to keep an eye on you.”
“That’s very kind of him. Where is your brother?”
“He’s out with AJ and papa. Why?”
“How about you join them?”
“You mean it?!” Apple Bloom’s eyes lit up with delight.
I nodded and smiled at her. I needed the time alone to think of what to say to my son or what not to say. She dashed out, forgetting that Shining told her to keep an eye on me. I was left to stew in my own thoughts like a pear jam on a stovetop.