Castus rushed out of the room, muttering about going to get the Medicus. Rainbow, meanwhile, felt a large sense of flaring pain in her marehood. That pain then shot up through her whole body as she let loose an agonizing scream. It hurt like hell; almost as much as when Crimson and Dermot had their way with her.

She screamed again, holding onto her swelling stomach. Sweat poured out like a waterfall, slicking her long mane to the side of her head. A strange flare shot up her lower part, as a contracting sensation began to build up inside her. They soon got worse, the flares shooting up her body until she felt like she was being cut. She clenched her eyes shut, and could swear she could see Crimson over her, a long barbed knife poised over her gut...

Her eyes shot open as she felt a cold wet feeling on the side of her head. One of the servants was rubbing a wet cloth on the side of her head, soaking up the sweat. Another one put a cup of cool water to her mouth, forcing it down her throat. It felt great, but the relief was only temporary as the hot pain shot back up. She felt something grip her talon and shifted her head over to the side to see Castus gripping it.

"Easy, Rainbow; easy." His voice was soothing but wasn't stopping the pain. Another towel was laid over her forehead as she laid back on the pillow. She felt her legs spread apart and felt a pair of hooves by her marehood.

"Ok, boss," the voice of Sutura said from that spot. "I don't see the head yet, so just keep pushing."

"I'M TRYING, YOU CUNT-STAIN!! AHHHHH! JUST GET IT OUT!", she shouted as she tried to flex out. Come on, Rainbow. I can do a Rainboom and had my eye burnt out with a burning iron stick. I can fucking push it out!

At least five minutes passed, and the pain didn't go away, and nothing felt different. "Ah, Damocles fuck me. It's not coming out!", sutura shouted. She turned to one of the servants and said, "Hey, get to my quarters. Go to the third cabinet; the one labeled 'Meds'. Inside, find a clay pot with a red cross on it. It'll have a small brass button below the cross, and it'll smell like figs. Bring it here as fast as you can. We're gonna have to do a C-section."

The servant ran out of the room at full gallop, and the others went back to soothing the pain. More cool towels, more water, more gripping her talon. Through the flares of agony, the cool towels, and the screaming, she picked up a sound she hoped she would never hear again: scraping blades. Peeking up in-between her legs and over her swollen bulge, she saw Sutura pulling out and sharpening what looked like a small knife. Her eyes went even wider.

"Get that fucking knife away from me!", she shouted over her stomach, drawing the attention of nearly everyone in the room.

Sutura said, "Sorry, boss. But something went wrong with the delivery. We're gonna have to do a Caesarian, and that means I need to do this. Just trust me!" But she didn't. No one got close to her with a knife again. Never! She tried to buck and kick her way free, desperate to get the knife away from her. "Ah, fuck. Hold her down. We don't want to have her crush it!"

As two of the servants grabbed onto her legs and another one her wings, Rainbow thought about what Sutura said. About crushing the baby. When she first learned about her pregnancy, she was angry. That fuck Dermot had given her a kid. Sure, she had wanted to have one eventually, but not now! She had, in secret, been waiting for the right stallion. Her own little Prince Charming. Not some demented psychopath! She had been secretly hoping that something would go wrong, or just something; anything so she wouldn't have to go through this yet.

But, now that it was happening, she accepted it. She had grown it in her. It was her child, and to hell with the father! It didn't matter if it was the kids of one of those treacherous fucks back in Equestria; it was also her kid, and she would raise it as such. She may be a terrible mother, but like everything else, she would give it her all.

So soaked up by this train of thought, she didn't even notice that the servant was back with the clay pot. The Medicus had put some of the soupy red substance in a needle and injected it into her side. Immediately, the whole area of her body went numb, and with it, the massive painful flares almost completely faded. Some persisted, but they were light and were mostly negligible. When Sutura began to make an incision, she didn't even feel it.

It was slow, but eventually, she felt some of the taunt skin go slack. A second pressure took its place, but even that layer began to go slack as she could actually feel the blade cutting through them. A flick of her ear indicated the knife had been discarded, and she felt a cool, sweating hoof reach inside. A second later, she felt them being removed, along with something else.

Soon, a loud whining filled the room, accompanying the pained gasps of the baby's mother. "It's a male!", Sutura shouted, picking up the knife again, cutting something as she reached back out of sight to grab something. Meanwhile, Castus was given the newborn, who he wrapped in a linen cloth and laid in Rainbows feeble arms.

It was a healthy young colt, about the size she remembered seeing Pound Cake being. He had a light, tawny gold coat, which faded into a pale blue as it reached up onto his neck. He had a mane red, purple, and blue mane, with the back end, near the back of his head, being a stark white. When his eyes opened, she was greeted with black eagle-like slits surrounded by fields of her own eyes cerise color. Opening up the blanket a little, she saw he was almost completely pony in form, the only trace of his father being the tawny brown coat color below the pale blue of his neck up, paws instead of front hooves, and a lion tail. Upon closer inspection, a small pair of wings were revealed, tucked into the side of his barrel. Said wings were pretty large for a newborn, which made Rainbow smile. He was gonna be a hell of a flier one day. And she was gonna try her hardness to be a hell of a mother for her little colt.

"Domina… He's like you. The mane, the wings.." He stopped, letting her take in her child.

Sutura, who had finished patching up the hole, stood up and looked over at the newborn. "Hell yeah, it is. So, boss; what's gonna be the little windlashs name?"

Rainbow thought for a second, going over a potential list. She honestly hadn't thought of it and didn't have a premade one ready. She decided to do something in Demosian, help him fit in more out here. Reviewing her lessons with Didius, she remembered a set of words; one that worked as best as she could come up with.

"Depressi. Depressi Tonituro.*" she said, looking down at her now named child. "Hey there, bud. I'm your mom. And I'll be the most awesome mom you could get."

*-The name means 'Thunderclap' in english.