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-Finale: Pregnant Rarity, Oral Sex, Heavy Lactation, Plot progression, Humor, Somewhat graphic birthing, Epilogue

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“Because it’s been a week Twilight. A whole week of nothing!”
Across the room the lavender unicorn slumps in her chair, determined to look anywhere but your wife’s face.
“Rarity-”
“You said it would be in the thirty-seventh day of fall. We’re on the forty-fourth. How long is that?”
Twilight sighs and forces herself to look at Rarity directly.
“It’s a week.”
“A whole week? It’s unheard of. I think I have every right to want you to check on the foal at this point.”
“I know. And I did. The minute you walked in my door.”

“Then why didn’t you say anything? Is it bad news?”
“It’s no news. Everything’s exactly the same as when you asked the last time. You might remember it. It was yesterday.”
“So we’re being snarky, are we? Is that how you treat your friends? Your worried, concerned friends?”

“I’m not being snarky. I’m telling you the honest truth. You’ve been in here daily. We can’t make things happen faster. I told you on day three that I didn’t recommend forcing labor to start early, and you know exactly why.”
“Are you so sure it’ll be different?”
“All the signs point to the foal you’re carrying being...”
Rarity stops in her tracks and swivels to face Twilight on the last word. Ponyville’s librarian picks it with as much grace as possible.
“Special.”
“So you don’t know for certain?”
The walking resumes, and you clear your throat. You remind Rarity politely that she’s pacing again and she groans loudly and trots over to the couch you’re sitting on, climbing on and flopping onto her side with another loud groan of protest. Twilight continues only once Rarity’s seated, her eyes never leaving those of her friend’s.
“The birth is late. There’s no sign of sickness. You haven’t even started having contractions, although it’s not a sure indicator of anything. Your cravings are unusual- even impossible for a pony. They’re very late in your pregnancy, when they should have subsided months ago.Your body is still trying to gather up proper nutrition for the foal, maybe. I don’t know. It could all be unrelated. All I know is that you two are... not the usual breeding pair. I can’t be responsible for giving an accurate estimate of time to birth in a case that no one’s ever heard of before! It could be tomorrow, it could be a month from now! There’s no spells for-”
Dash cuts in with a hoof on her shoulder as Twilight’s voice continues to raise in pitch and the scholarly mare’s eyes begin to water up.
“I’m... I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I just can’t help here.”
Rarity rises and plods over to her friend’s side, hoof around the now sniffling pony’s shoulder.
“It’s... It’s alright Twilight. Honestly. I never meant to blame you for this. I know you’re doing the best you can. It’s just as you said, isn’t it?”
She looks to you for help and you nod. The foal will come when she comes, no sooner or later. Twilight nods and clears her throat, wiping her eyes.
“There are no spells for checking the foal’s development. Health and gender, as you know, are determinable. You can check the health of anypony. It’s dangerous magic to put spells directly on the foal though. Anything more determinate than gender is... just not possible.”
Rarity nods. She knows. You’ve both known since the start of the pregnancy. You’d just both had your fingers and hooves crossed that the potential uncertainty would never arise. Now that it’s here, everyone involved has taken the guilt in some way or another. You slip on your coat as Rarity politely excuses the both of you and you say your goodbyes. Twilight reminds you to come and get her if you need any help, and you nod and duck out into the chill of the autumn afternoon.

Once out of the tree house she huddles up to you. It’s almost a twenty five minute walk from the library to the boutique. At first the distance had scared you all so much that Twilight and Dash had been determined to stay in the guest room of the boutique rather than leave anything to chance. After the first two days of nothing however, they’ve moved back out. You smile and put a hand on Rarity’s mane as you remember the sleepless nights you’ve shared in the last week. Sex has been nonexistent of course, and you’ve forced her to get rest, but it just hasn’t taken. You muse that it’s probably why her nerves are on edge, but you’re broken from your idle thoughts by the sound of her clearing her throat. She stares up at you and you adjust her powder blue scarf a bit.
“Quit that. Quit fidgeting with me. You know I don’t like it.”
You nod and put your hands back in your pockets.
“I didn’t mean for you to put them away. Now you’ll sulk like a child the entire way home.”
You let one hand out from its warm home and allow it to wander to the back of her neck. You begin rubbing as you walk.
“What did I just say? You’ll mess up my coat. Stop it.”
You retreat once more and she sighs and bites the sleeve, pulling your back out to hang at your side. You stop walking and stare at her. Is she intentionally being insane?
“Insane? So I’m a crazy pony now?”
No. But she’s sure doing a great impression of one.
“You think this is funny? Honestly?”
No. But it’s not horrible either. She shouldn’t take out her anxiety on Twilight. You can take it.
“She was asking for it.”
You frown.
“What? Acting like she can’t check. She can.”
It’s too dangerous.
“And not doing anything isn’t?”
You sigh and look up at the sky.
“Look at me.”
You look down into her face and she’s trembling.
“It’s... It’s not Twilight’s faut. It’s my fault. If I’d just said that I was craving the meat from the beginning. If I’d just admitted it and eaten it sooner, our foal might be nice and healthy and she wouldn’t need any nutrients.”
You kneel down and let her step into your arms. You hold her there, misty breath gently pushing at her hair while she rigidly refuses to cry.
This isn’t her fault. It’s nopony’s. It’s not her fault any more than it’s your fault for being different and making things complicated.
“It’s not your fault for being different.”
Exactly.
“Don’t feel bad. It’s not your fault.”
Yes.
“It’s my fault. It’s all my fault. Don’t be mad. I’m sorry.”
She finally starts to sob again and you feel yourself choke up too. Before long you’re gently shushing her between attempts to blink away more tears, but they keep rolling down onto her coat.
Drops of rain begin to pitter down onto her back and she stiffens immediately.
“Need to get home.”
You brush the last of her tears off of her face and she smiles.
It’s not her fault. The foal will come when she’s good and ready, and not before.
“Can we curl up by the fire together tonight? I know you won’t stay in bed anyway. I want to be with you.”
You nod and hurry back to the house, her borderline phobia of the rain forcing you both in a beeline through any obstacle that might be in your way. You never thought you’d know fear like hers, but you know it now. You’ve been far too worried for her at night to truly sleep. Naps throughout the day are manageable, but only when fatigue forces itself on you. Even now your sore eyes are begging to be shut, but you know the minute you lay down your mind will take off, that your nerves will dominate you. Dash has been so excellent during those times, creeping soundlessly into the house and playing cards or chatting with you by the fireside until you finally fall asleep on the couch. Every morning, barely two hours of sleep taken, you’ve been awoken by Rarity coming downstairs in search of breakfast.
The minute you’re in the door of the boutique you strip off your wet clothes.
“Rain wasn’t scheduled for today. What in Equestria was Dash thinking? And it came on so suddenly. The sky was clear only a minute ago.”
Yes, it was. As she shimmies off and makes for a warm shower you imagine that it’s almost as if somepony meant to help you both hide your tears.

By the time you make it to the shower she’s already washing the shampoo out of her mane and starting to condition. She smiles as you climb in next to her and her hooves reach for your member. The suddenness of it all leaves you stepping back, and she pouts.
“Don’t you want to play with me?”
It’s not that. She’s just... shifting gears very suddenly.
“I know. I thought maybe we could play around a bit.”
No. No, she hasn’t wanted sex since the day the baby was due. What’s she after?
“I- what? Can a lady not want something?”
You shake your head. Not this. Her reasons were all too clear. It’s messy. Namely, it would be embarrassing if anything else came out during the birth besides a foal. Stray liquids can remain for longer than it ever seems they could. She made it clear that the foal wouldn’t come into the world to that.

“Well yes but... I know it’s not been good for you lately. Sleeping. It’s hard for you. I know it is.”

You can’t help but laugh.

“If I do this for you, maybe you’ll sleep for a bit today. I can wake you if something happens.”

You shake your head, but her hoof’s immediately on your member. It forces you to pull back and you stumble against the wall of the shower as she turns her immense bottom to face you.

“Look at these big, beautiful haunches. Look at the way they sway and move. Only a proper lady can move her hips in such a way. Most males would kill to have such an exemplary... booty.”

You laugh once again. Booty? She actually said booty?

“I... I can be sexy.”

You grin. Of course she can be sexy. You let your hands grip her flanks and they vanish into the immense expanse of her butt. She moans and sinks to her knees.

“Maybe you can do something for me, then. Milk me, yes? That would be nice.”

Milk her? You milked her an hour ago before you went over to Twilight’s house.

“I know. I’m putting out so much now... They’re positively bursting.”

You help her onto her side and discover that she’s far from exaggerating. She doesn’t have breasts anymore, she has udders. They’re so swollen with milk that just the touch it takes to stiffen her nipples causes milk to leak. She moans again and you squeeze gently, jets of the white liquid spurting into the tub and down the drain.

“Waste... It’s such a waste.”

You agree and start to suckle at her teat. She’s moaning immediately, close proximity to her quickly heating privates telling you that she’s enjoying it far more than she’d like to admit. You gently tease and tug at the other one with your hand, letting more milk spurt out.

“You can’t have your fun with them, alright? I want your... I want it in my mouth.

With care you spoon up to her in the bowl of the tub, her hoof wandering to your erection while you continue to milk her. The entire process takes almost a half an hour before things are finally settled down. You rise and rinse out the tub with handfuls of water while she clears the conditioner from her mane and yawns.

“Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten you. Just want to do it downstairs so you can lay down. You’ll enjoy it more then.”

You shut off the water and towel her grand body off before hurrying downstairs to dry by the fireplace. She chases after you with a laugh.

“You’re getting water everywhere! Come back here and clean up these puddles and towel off before you catch your death of a cold!”

By the time she bounds down the stairs and catches up to you the game has changed. You turn around and growl playfully at her and she shrieks and canters away, but she’s too slow. You scoop her into your arms and smother her in kisses as she continues to laugh. When you set her down she’s out of breath and trying still to talk to you.

“I’m... I’m so glad. I thought... well it’s silly, but sometimes you feel like you’ll just never be happy again.”

You kiss her horn again and she stares gratefully up at you.
“Thank you... thank you for making me laugh.”
A hoof grips your manhood gently and she leads you over to the fireplace, easing you onto the floor in front of it before wrapping her lips around it.

“You need one good sleep before the foal. I promise.”

You raise an eyebrow. Is she feeling ok? The foal could be a week from now.

“Hmmm... Well then, we’ll do this every night until... But it doesn’t matter.”

Doesn’t matter? Why not?

You don’t get any conventional reply. You’re gulped down her throat and forced to watch as she begins her aggressive bobbing up and down. The week’s stress floats to the back of your mind as she continues to suckle harder at your aching member. There’s only a few minutes between the beginning and the end, but it’s quite a spectacular ending. The explosion of your orgasm leaves her slurping and gulping for over a minute, and there’s still hardness by the time you’re done.

“Use my... here. Hold on.”

She rolls onto her back and you barely avoid gasping. How are her breasts so big already?

“They... they do this. It’s horrible. When I wake up in the morning, I have to milk them for an hour in the tub. I didn’t want to bother you with it, you get so little sleep as it is... In no time they’ll be just as big as they were up there, but after a whole night without milking they’re practically dragging the ground. I can’t imagine how much this foal is supposed to drink.”

You whistle and place your still stiff cock between them, pressing her mammaries together around it. Milk dribbles out and into the cleavage you’ve created, and soon you’re riding the slickened globes with gritty determination. Each thrust and pumping of your hips leaves you grunting, and she whispers at you encouragingly the entire time.

“Don’t forget... in my mouth. I want it in my mouth... Mmmmnnnhhh... Feels good. So good. You’re rubbing my special spot...”

You eye where you’re rubbing her clit with each thrust and tighten your grip, causing milk to spray up onto your chest. She lets out a heaving shudder and sigh and you ask her if she came.

“I... Yes... Oh I’m a shameful naughty mare.”

You slap her flank. She’s a bad girl. Is she sure she wants your treat again?

“Yes... Yes please.”

You bite your lip, holding on as long as possible, dick buried in the mounds of ivory and pink shining tit. At last you draw back and shuffle awkwardly around to her, and she clamps her mouth around it, gulping down the last of your seed as you release it into her mouth. Pleasure sweeps through your body and you sink to your knees and ease onto your back. She follows you, swallowing intently, mouth never leaving your manhood. As soon as you’re on your back she straddles you.
“Still hard... good. Good, that’s good. Goodness... you’ll tire us both out.”
Again?
“Mmmhmm. Again.”
And she slides down, the warmth of her womanhood enveloping you.
“You can’t... not inside, understand?”
You nod, and are rewarded with a careful bounce up and down, the clap of her bottom landing on your legs filling the room followed quickly by an incredible and sudden moan.
“All the way... it’s all the way... hitting the inside... the edge... Ohhhhh.”

You can feel it too. Despite the immensity of her thick backside, she’s heavy enough now to make each slam flatten and compress her buttcheeks until you hit the wall of her cervix as she rides you.
“I... nnnhhhh... help me lift.”
You grip handfuls of her haunches and heave and she rises quickly and lands back down, over and over.
“It’s.... nnnhhhaaaaa.”
You drive up this time and she cries out, tears springing into her eyes, reducing to biting her lip and moaning. You shake your head, wanting more speed, and push her off and onto her knees.
“Mindful of the babiiiieee”
She can’t finish the sentence before you’re slamming her with strength you didn’t know you had, managing to thrust hard enough to bump her cervix with each high speed slam. The sound of her body slapping roughly against yours fills the room, and only the sharp moans she’s letting out with each bump can overpower the sound. You grip handfuls of her haunches and lean down to kiss at her enormous and broad back. In your hands you feel her flanks jiggle and shake in response to every pounding thrust. Deep inside her you can feel the dull ache in your cock returning, but you push it back to the back of your mind.
“Ffffffuuuuck. Cum inside. Cum inside me!”
You slap her ass and shout over the sound of your bodies clapping against one another. She knows better. She doesn’t want that.
“I do... I doooo. Twilight said it can help start labor...”
You roll your eyes. That’s not true.
“It iiiis. There’s annnnnnhhhhhhh.... in your cum... inside meee.... loosens.... relaaaaxes.”
You pick up the pace and shake your head. Is she going crazy again?
“I won’t be mad later.... I promise. Pleeeeeaase.”
You don’t need another promise, or another invitation. The conversation has been far too distracting, and you can’t hold out in any case. You orgasm in waves just as she does, and her milk spurts and sprays in puddles. You force yourself all the way up to the hilt, burying your shaft inside her and feeling the very edges of the inside of her as you coat them in your seed. She moans and lets out a sigh as you finally slide out and flop onto your back, consciousness begging to fade as your exertion from the sex finally overpowers you. You feel distantly as she snuggles her body up against yours, but the haze of hormones that just washed in and out has drained the last of your strength. True to her expectations, you let yourself fall asleep before guilt or fatigue or worry can catch you.

Her hoof nudging you snaps you from a rare and dreamless sleep. The fire’s gone out and the dusky rays of sun are creeping in the window. You groggily pull her closer, kissing her cheek. At your side she pushes back. You laugh and playfully kiss her again. She’s wonderful.

“Darling, wake up. Please?”

There’s something in her voice. Anticipation? Fear? You sit up and rub your eyes, arms pulling her in for a quick snuggle.

“No cuddling. My water’s just broken.”

That’s your cue. The tightness in your stomach floods in and you bound to your feet tripping and stumbling, groping about for a light to get a better look at her. When it clicks on she’s staring at you with an eerie calmness about her. There’s no yelling, no signs of pain, no signs of anything but a small puddle on the floor below her.

Why didn’t she tell you sooner?

“I thought it might be... might be a false labor.”

You roll your eyes. How long does she have?

“Only been about a half an hour since the contractions started-”

A half an hour?

“Yes. Don’t shout. Contractions mean nothing... they could have begun gradually a week in advance before they started to speed up and actually mean something. Anyway, we should have some time before things become a bigger concern. I’m not that far in yet. The whole thing will take over an hour to get set to real labor, and Twilight said we should have hours of quickening contractions even then. We’ve still got plenty of time, so go fetch Twilight. Quickly, please?”

Twilight?

Your head is swimming. What if you don’t make it in time? That’s a freaking long run.

“I know darling, I know. You’re just going to have to do your best. There’s no true time limit. I promise. You can make it easily. Once you get there Twilight can likely just flash herself and you back to my side.”

She smiles and tilts her head as the debate rolls around in your mind. Finally you nod and stand up. Is she sure she’ll be alright?

“Yes. Please, don’t tarry. I don’t like being home alone.”

You nod vigorously. She could come with you.

“I... I don’t want to move too much. I waited too long, I’m sorry.”

You can carry her.

“No way. Not happening. Way too far. Just go.”

But there has to be some middle ground. You scream for Rainbow Dash, but she doesn’t appear. Rarity’s eyes narrow.

“Please. Go, and don’t worry about me. Get Twilight, and I’ll try to get comfortable.”

You scoop her up as carefully as you can, slow steps leading you to her chair before you ease her into it. She remains wordless as you go through the motions, only speaking up once she’s seated.

“There. I’m comfortable now. Put on a coat and some pants and get Twilight.”
You look down at your nude figure. Right. Clothes.
In minutes you’re bounding back down the stairs and into the sitting room. You shoot her a glance to make sure she’s ok, and she stares up at you. You promise you’ll be back and gulp back your fear before bounding out the door and into the streets.

The fact that you forgot your shoes doesn’t register. The fact that it’s cold and not raining anymore doesn’t settle into your mind. The short pony sized fences in your way are jumped, the gardens plodded through, the smooth cobblestone of the streets a mere glimpse as you bound with all speed toward Twilight’s library. You slog through puddles that leave water and mud splashed up the backs of your legs until your pants are dripping and chafing. It’s almost a full ten minutes before you hear her voice, and you’re not sure how long she’s been shouting at you or flapping at your side.
“HEY. DUDE. YO.”
Dash flaps breathlessly at your side.
“Been chasing you since you shouted for me. Is this it?”
You hug her, she’s amazing. This is it. Yes.
“I’ll grab Twi. Go back, and hurry.”

You thank her and focus all your thoughts on getting back to Rarity’s side. Around you the world is a blur of color, nothing is taken in. “This is it.” What a way to say it. Nothing will be the same in a few hours, for better or worse. You push the worst into the back of your mind. This is going to be fine. Twilight’s there. She’s got to be there by now. Right on time Dash zips up to you.
“She’s getting her junk together. You’re sure this is for real?”
Definitely.
“Man, woah. Want a lift?”
She’ll go too slow with you in her arms.
“Too slow? Still gonna go faster than you’re going.”
No. You want her to get to Rarity. Someone needs to be with Rarity. She looks at you, head tilted for a moment before nodding and putting on a burst of speed that leaves no time for sound or vision to track her. The streak of her mane and tail are all you can see as she soars past trees and houses and off to the looming cluster of buildings that marks the neighborhood you and your wife share.
You, on the other hand, have to stop for breath. Your lungs ache, and you’re sure you’ve never run this far this fast. You choke and force back vomit, gagging and sputtering. The thought of your wife and foal burns into your mind and you force yourself to at least walk. The walk becomes a jog. The jog becomes a determined burst of sprinting. You can taste cold and bile, your nose is running, your sides are aching, but the door of the boutique finally arrives in your view. Outside it Dash sits pale faced.
“It’s already starting dude. I can’t watch this kinda stuff. It’s way too... Uhhh... It’s not my kinda thing. Y’know?”
You nod. She stayed with Rarity until Twilight got there?
“Yep. She got there a couple minutes after I did. Called you an idiot for not just sending a note the magic way and got to work. We got towels, we got hot water, Twilight’s sanitized the whole place top to bottom with magic. She kicked me out after that, but I don’t really uhhh... I mean, it’s not my show, y’know?”
You smile and muss her mane up. Is she sure no one’s allowed in?
“I’d think there’d be a couple exceptions made if we wanted.”
Maybe not. Maybe it’s time to... well...
“You’re scared, huh? No idea what’s in there?”
There’s a scream from within the room and shouting.
“Oh. No. I get it. You’re scared ‘cause you totally know what’s in there. Maybe not exactly, but don’t tell me you’re scared of committing now...”
Your head swims. She’s right, of course. The last little inklings of doubt have arrived. You can run away now, right? The lunatic in your head screams and roars. Settling down with a kid? Too real. Get out while you can. Screw it. But the lunatic is nothing compared to the wave of fear for the mare screaming just beyond that door. You silence everything but that fear, and hold on to just it. It’s real. It tells you your true priorities.
“You gonna be ok?”
You nod. This is it.
“Good. Go kick some flank dude.”
You open the door.

Rarity and Twilight both swivel to you. Your wife squats awkwardly over a towel, tears and sweat streaming down her face. Behind you Dash clicks the door shut and you inwardly thank her. For a moment all the insecurities in the world had risen up, but now there’s only this room, only one place in all of time that you would occupy if you were given a choice of any other place to be. You walk over to her side and she winces again. Twilight eyes you clinically, but takes a cautious step away from Rarity as you approach.
“Dilation's happening faster than normal. Much faster now that it’s come to it. It’s supposed to take hours.”
You shake your head. Why is it happening this way?
“WHO FUCKING CARES? IT HURTS. IT’S YOUR FAULT. DAMNIT IT’S YOUR FAULT. YOU SAID IT WOULDN’T HURT THIS SOON.”
You turn your gaze to Rarity and then look back to Twilight, only to find the mare backing away from your furious and screaming wife. You ask Twilight if she’s ok as you cup Rarity’s face in your hands.
“It hurts... It hurts... oh please... each time it contracts it hurts so much.”
You nod and push her hair out of her eyes, turning to the cowering unicorn behind you. Can’t she give Rarity a spell or some medicine to ease the pain?
“I’m not sure... this birth is so far from normal... it’s dangerous to do the unknown. I don’t want to do it until we have to.”
“WE HAVE TO. IT HURTS. IT HURTS, AND IT’S NOT FAIR. HE DOESN’T HAVE TO HURT.”
You kiss her horn. It’ll be ok. She’s braver than either of you. She knows you’d wimp out here.
“I know... I know...”
She screams again and starts to shiver. You hold her steady and turn back to Twilight. Your midwife can’t be scared now. You need her. Rarity’s in a lot more pain than Twilight’s ever seen her friend in, but that can’t scare her. Pain makes ponies behave differently than she’s used to. That’s all this is.
“I know... in ten years I’ve never heard her say words like-”
“OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE. REALLY? GET OVER HERE TWILIGHT SPARKLE. I’M TRYING TO FORCE A FOAL OUT AND YOU’RE CRYING OVER SOME BAD LANGUAGE?”

Twilight straightens up and closes in.
“A-alright... well even if there’s pain, she shouldn’t necessarily be pushing. It means there’s contractions, and it might mean she’s just contracting on the foal’s horn. It means I need to make sure she’s... fully dilated before she pushes.”
Twilight approaches and stoops down behind your wife, hoof searching, examining as Rarity whimpers in your arms.
“Alright... Alright, she’s not dilated fully. Those are stage one contractions. How far apart are they?”
Rarity winces and starts to breathe the way she was instructed to. Twilight nods in understanding.
“Stage two’s just begun then... We could have an hour or so of this. The contractions won’t pick up quickly, but they’ll apparently hurt like crazy when they do. Breathe as steadily as you can... if you stiffen up, walk around a bit... just tap your hoof on his arm if you need water. If you need to pee or anything... there’s a bucket. I know it’s not dignified, but...”
Rarity’s nod is all Twilight needs. The mare is finally too busy and the suddenness of the contractions too sharp for her to really talk. You hold her there for an hour waiting for nature to take its course. On several occasions you step out of the room to get her water. When you step out the final time, Twilight accompanies you.
“I’m scared... it shouldn’t have hurt her like that. She yelled at me... she swore.”
You nod. You expected both.
“But not this soon. The pain shouldn’t have been that bad in stage one labor. And it’s happening very fast.”
You ask her if it’ll be a problem.
“We’ll see... Some labors just go quickly. I think the pain is the horn, somehow. Normally first stage takes hours though... Some mares can actually sleep during it until the contractions get too quick. This isn’t some romance novel, birth doesn’t happen in minutes. It’s a full day ordeal, but somehow she’s flying through it.”

You ask Twilight what she can do if things happen too fast.
“Well, nothing... maybe the last week has just been the build up to this. I wouldn’t be surprised. Things took their time, now it’s hurrying up... It’s all been very unusual.”
As if waiting for the proper moment, Rarity lets out a growl from the other room.
“Is she pushing? She shouldn’t be pushing! Has it been an hour? It has been an hour!”
You both hurry back into the sitting room where Rarity squats over a towel.
“Are you pushing?”
“Hhhuuuaaahhhh”
“Rarity? Are you pushing?”
“Ffffffffffff”
“Rarity?”
“Huuuaaaaah”
“Rarity!”
“Ffffffffuuuuuck no. No, not yet. Check me.”
Twilight ducks behind her and examines once more, hooves a blur. You look away politely.
“It... it looks right. You’re dilated fully, I think.”
“Fffffffffffuuuuuuhhhhhou THINK?”
“Just push when you feel a contraction. And don’t worry about what happens. I don’t think I have to tell you, skip on being a lady. If you push hard enough to soil anything we’ll replace it, we’ll clean you up, we’ll take care of you. Focus everything on pushing.”
Twilight snaps to you, face stern suddenly, drawn up to her full height. The light in the room seems to creep into her, and her horn begins to glow as she checks on Rarity.
“When she’s at it, keep her focused. Don’t let her get self conscious if she makes a mess. Keep her mind on pushing. When there’s a contraction, push as hard and as much as you can. Try to space it in threes if you can.”
You remind her you can’t push.
“I know that. You know that too. Don’t be dense. Just do it!”
You grit your teeth and dry Rarity’s sweating face just as she groans. The first set of pushing begins and she’s panting by the end of it. A handful of minutes pass and she’s screaming this time, pushing with all her strength, leaning into your body. Tears stream down her face and you work hard to keep it clean and clear. She squints as sweat drips into her eye. She halts pushing and breaths doggedly.
“Can’t you... fucking do... something about that? Are you that incompetent?”
You shake your head and towel her face off again, looking politely away. She can be snippy, she’s just soiled the towel under her. Twilight replaces it immediately and in minutes Rarity’s pushing again as if nothing had happened.
“I can see the head... come on Rarity, you can do it!”
Rarity pants and pushes once more before the contractions cease.
“It went back in, I can feel it.”
“It happens, don’t sweat it. Come on, you’re doing great!”
You kiss her horn as Twilight gives her encouragement.
“Just a little more. This next time we’ll get to see that baby for sure!”
A few minutes pass and more pushing begins. This time Twilight squeals with glee.
“That’s it, that’s it!”
You encourage her, whispering to her to push harder.
The process repeats multiple times, but at last Rarity heaves a sigh.
“It’s still... not done. I need a rest.”
“It’s alright, sit it out for a few contractions.”
You ask Twilight if it’ll hurt to do that.
“No... maybe... I’m not sure. I skimmed that part.”
You can’t tell if Rarity laughs or sobs in your arms.
“You skimmed it? You? Twilight Sparkle, you skipped something? You skimmed this?”
“I know it’s what you’re supposed to do. Quite whining and do it!”
“Not whining... I’m... Do you want to hear...”
“What are you arguing about? Focus!”
And though pain grips her face, Rarity nods and tries to gather her strength. The contractions subside once more and she sighs and takes deep breaths until they begin anew, with her pushing the whole way. In between contractions Twilight offers advise, sometimes ill received.
“When you push, hold your breath and count to ten before building up for another push. Try for three per-”
“Will you shut up? I’ll push exactly however I can whenever I can.”
Twilight nods.
“You’re right. Just... be careful, don’t overdo it. You’ve almost got the whole head, and there should be a nice healthy foal to guide out past that point.”
You don’t dare look at what Twilight’s looking at. You just stroke your wife’s face and offer her encouragement as she gathers herself up and pushes hard. She’s rewarded as Twilight takes up a stance and begins to help her guide over the next few sets of contractions and pushing.
“This is it Rarity. One more push. Come on, you can do it!”
There’s a final scream from Rarity that turns into sobs, but it’s not the only scream in the room. Beneath her a foal curls up on the towel crying. Twilight begins to clean the baby up as Rarity works to pass the placenta. In only a few minutes she’s on her side panting and squinting.
“It’s... where’s the foal?”
You kiss her head and ask her if she’s ok.
“I’m ok. Where’s the foal? Have you seen her?”
“She’s healthy! One hundred percent normal, it seems!”
You both whirl around. Normal? Who cares? Who ever cared? How could it matter? On the floor the foal tries to stand on four hooves and you hurry over to her. Twilight stops you and you glare at her.
“First rise is important. Every foal has to do it. They have to do it on their own.”
You swallow and watch as the snow white foal finally takes shakily to her hooves. She’s lanky, and lean. Her violet mane is matted to her head, a shock of your own hair color dashed through it. As soon as she’s up you run over to her, scooping her crying figure into your arms and carrying her over to Rarity.
“You need a name.”
Both of you look over to Twilight Sparkle.
“I know you said you had something in mind Rarity but... Are you sure? Think on it hard, make sure it’s appropriate before you use it. Think of what got you here. Think of what made you the pony you are today, Rarity.”
Rarity nods. She never told you the name she’s been imagining, the whole point is for you both to name the foal independently. That’s how the naming goes. You had a thousand names picked too, but they all float away as you look at the pony in your arms.
The experience getting here? The experience getting here has been only one thing. The life you have can only be summed up in one word. The foal you hold in your arms, this tiny bundle of lovely unicorn snuggling between her mother and you, eyes squinted shut for fear of the light, can only be described in a single word.
And is if by magic, you and Rarity say the same name. You give no thought to why she picked it, but you know why you did. In hindsight, the name has great meaning for her too, but alone and left to your own devices the word passes your lips because it’s the only word worthy of your daughter.

“Unique.”

“Well then. Unique, I welcome you to Equestria. May the sun shine merrily upon you on your happiest days, and the stars and moon illuminate your path in all times lightless.”

The magic in the air is palpable, and as if on cue the foal opens her eyes in the soft illumination of the room. Only they’re not average eyes. They’re your eyes. Rarity snuggles up to her. You feel your breath draw in, and you’re sure you forget to breath, have to remind your heart to beat.
“Do I need to tell you?”
No. It’s some sort of miracle. Ponies have such vibrant eyes, nothing like the dull earthtones of your species. But Unique’s eye color matches yours. It’s no pastel shine, no shiny burst of color. Simple, plain, deep, lovely. In those enormous pools you can see your own reflection.
“You know, that’s one of my favorite parts of you... too...”
Rarity sighs and snuggles closer to both of you, and you ease the crying foal more fully into her arms. She rolls onto her side and lets the foal suckle for a moment before wincing.
“Teeth. Is she supposed to... have teeth?”
Twilight stoops down and examines her.
“She’s got... never seen these before. She has canines. Real meat-eating canines. Like him.”
You shake your head. You weren’t born with canines, your teeth grew in that way.
“Hmm... Interesting. She’s got a fairly mixed physiology doesn’t she? I wonder if her stomach could handle meat someday. I bet... I bet that’s why you were craving it, Rarity!”
Rarity nods.
“So then, the extra milk... Probably-”
Dash shushes Twilight.
“She looks amazing man.”
The rainbow maned mare smiles down at you where you lie with your foal and reclining wife. She stands by her partner, straight and strong. Twilight sighs and slumps against her.
You turn to Rarity and ask her if she’s still willing to go through with the plan you two had.
“Yes... before I get some rest... and I need my rest... We’ve a favor to ask both of you. I hope it’s not too much pressure on your relationship, but... I simply must ask before I rest.”
Twilight and Dash swallow and nod. You grin and turn to your wife. They can’t not know.
“I know. But they need to know officially. Every foal has an appointed Solar and Lunar parent... to see to the foal if something were to happen... to us. You know it’s been on our mind a lot... something happening to us. We want those parents to be you two.”
Twilight and Dash exchange looks.
“You sure, dude?”
You grin and nod.
“I...”
“Right.. Uhhh...”
“Ok.”
Dash turns to Twilight, shocked at her quick answer.
“It would be my honor, Rarity. I’ll protect Unique no matter what.”
Dash straightens up and moves her hair out of her eyes. She laughs a forced laugh.
“Twi’s jumped right in... but uhh... Dude, I’m really impressed... I’ll do it, if you’re sure.”
You nod. You’re sure. It has to be her. She has to watch after Unique if something happens to you.
“I will. I promise. No matter what, she’ll always have me, too.”
You nod. You know she will. You knew should would the minute the little foal was born.
Beside you, Rarity starts to drift off in your arms. As the foal curls up against the warmth of her mother you cuddle yourself up to both of them, urging them to move one last time. Twilight and Dash sigh and ease into Rarity’s recliner as you clean up your wife and the foal and help them move to the sofa, the stairs far too much an ordeal for this minute. As you cuddle up to them, Rarity rests her head in your lap.
“Do you see?”
You shush her and brush her hair out of her eyes.
“This was it... You can’t always be afraid for me... sometimes there’s pain neither of us can take from the other. I didn’t want you to be scared, but you weren’t.”
You shush her again and kiss her horn. You were terrified, but she’s right about one thing. You choke back tears. You wanted to help her so badly, but what could you do? She had to take it all, just to give you this miracle. This moment is hers, it owes to one brave pony. You brush her still thick sides with your hand. You tell her, as she starts to breathe deeper, that you love her. You’re proud to be her husband. You thank her, so much. It’s thanks to her. You’re happy to be a father at last. At your side she shifts and kisses you goodnight with a smile.
“Father at last? You’ve been a father all along.”