Flutterbirth

>day feels good being alone in equestria

>you haven't heard of that yellow pony in around a year

>but you're not complaining of course

>a knock on the door interrupts you from your internets

>it's her

''God fucking dammit''

>you open up, and the first thing you notice is her greatly swollen midsection.

>''Hi Anon, I haven't seen you in a while! Is... is pregnancy your fetish Anon?''

>despite your hatred of the mare, you feel a rush of blood to your cock thinking about her heavily pregnant womb

>your brain is in a struggle to both avert a whyboner and think of a snarky reply at the same time.

''No it's not my fetish, Fluttershy.''

>clearly you lost the snarky part.

>''Ooooh''

>she clearly looks saddened

>you can understand

>she just lost 11 months of her life carrying a foal she didn't want to raise just to impress you

>you feel like laughing at her, which you do, because that's what she gets for being dumb

>as you close the door, you hear her

>''Can I come inside, Anon? I need to rest my hooves.''

>you're not one to say no to a pregnant mare, even though she as been the sole reason behind your miserable life in equestria.

>you let her in, and she sits down on the sofa, in the same position as that weird mint mare in town.

>with a grunt and a ''i'm passing a huge fart'' look on her face, she pusses, and her water breaks, spilling amniotic juice all over yor sofa.

>''A... anon... I'm... labour is starting... it's... it's going to come out...

>you had hoped a day like that would never come

>you unfortunately wasted your last cyanide pill on pinkie pie after she botched your cupcakes

>face it, you need to help fluttershy give birth.

''Fluttershy, for fuck's sake''...

>you can't finish your phrase, she screams in pain as a contractions roll over her, her pregnant belly visibly rippling

>you feel your whyboner coming back with reinforcements.

>if someone a few months ago told you you'd be turned on by yellow quiet giving birth you'd have emptied your .44 in their face

>''Is... is birth your... aaaah... your... nghhh... fetish... anon?''

>for fuck's sake even when giving birth she can't let that go

>you've had enough of this shit, time to make it end while you can still pretend it never happened

>with great kicks, you shove fluttershy outside

>no way you're touching that bitch with your hands

''Anon! What... ah... stop! What are you doing?!

>as you open the door, she looks deeply into your eyes

>''Anon if you kick me outside I'll give birth on your front porch''

>''I'll soil it with my placenta''

>goddamit

>she makes a point

>as much as you don't want yellow quiet to give birth on your sofa, you don't want her to give birth on the porch

>you like that porch dammit.

''Fine, go on the sofa, but put a towel under you.''

>impressively, even though she has a foal sliding down her vagoo, she manages to hug you and kiss you

>''Thank you Anon! Thank you so much!''

>you rummage trough your bathroom's closet, looking for that one towel with the suspicious brown stain that never washes off

>fluttershy deserves that towel

''Fluttershy, while you're at it don't you think the toilet would be more appropriate for that?''

>''Anon! Ple... please hurry! It's... ah... it's coming out!

>you go back to the living room and put the towel on the sofa

>fluttershy's labour is already far along, she grunts and moans, a puddle of birth fluids is already forming and growing rapidly on the floor

>you'll have to wash it of course.

>you have never been this disgusted since you first saw corn bits in your poop when you were 4

''All right get on the sofa and do this quick, the hockey game's starting in 30 minutes.''

>you go back to your computer, trying your best to ignore her moans and grunts as she pushes her foal into the world

>trying your best to ignore your whyboner too

>goddamit you're the only one that shit likes that happen

>you bet purple smart doesn't have to deal with rapist giving birth to their disgusting offspring on her sofa

>that incident with rarity doesn't count

>you're not thinking about that, by the way

>as your cat video ends, you hear a thundering scream

>''ANON JESUS CHRIST IT FUCKING HURTS!''

>you jump from your seat, with your headset's cord getting tangled in the armrest

>fucking piece of shit.

>''Anon! I... I can feel it... it's... it's coming out right now!''

>truth be told, the baby's head is already completely out

>looks like it's tearing her pussy apart

>you hope that much pain for her is karma for being a pain in the ass

>the sofa is ruined of course

>even if it wasn't covered in yellow quiet's juices it was going into the trash anyway

>no way you were keeping something that fluttershy had given birth on top of it

>''Anon... eeep! You... you need to... pull the foal's head... please hurry! It's tearing my pussy apart!''

>you go to the kitchen to grab the oven's mits

>who'd have thought oven's mits were proper obstetric tools?

>clearly not one who had to deliver a cartoon pony's baby

>there's juice everywhere

>you ponder for a moment wether you should throw the house along with the sofa

>''Aaaaah Anon, I love you! Please raise my baby with me!''

>nope

>you ignore that last one as best as you can

>just pretend it didn't happen

>you pull the foal out completely as Fluttershy let out a thundering moan of pain and empty her bowels everywhere over you, her baby and what's left of the sofa

>her butter-coloured asshole screams with the force of a jet as it sprays it shit everywhere.

>it got in your mouth of course

>you should have stayed in bed this morning

>it takes all your willpower to not shove that foal back up and ask her to go give birth at purple smart's place

>trough this all, you still manage to snark

''Looks like the twin's born too!''

>fluttershy falls down on her back with a satisfied gasp or relief

>the little foal is wailing in your arms, covered in ungodly, eldritch vagoo juice

>you're not even bothering looking if it's a boy or a girl

>''Anon, the baby needs to nurse... let it suckle one of my huge, HUGE crotchtit...''

>she winces at you in a pathetic attempt at being seductive

>''You can have a taste if you want.''

>you can't believe she's trying to seduce you after giving birth and shitting all over your sofa

>but then again we're talking about fluttershy, nothing should be surprising

>no way you're keeping her inside one more second.

''No, nurse your foal somewhere else, I'm done with you.''

>with the oven mitts, you pick her up and her foal and you semi-literally throw them outside.

''Go eat your placenta, or whatever weird shit it is you horses do, somewhere else than my house!''

>''Anon is placenta-eating your...''

>you slam the door.

>if you hear the f-word one more time your dick will probably fall off.

>''ANON IF YOU DON'T WATCH ME EATING THE PLACENTA I'LL SMEAR IT ALL OVER YOUR PORCH!''

>goddamit please Celestia tell me this isn't real...

>with a half-assed smile, you open your blinds and look at the yellow pone as she licks her juice-covered baby to clean it up, trying to look as seductive as possible.

>you wonder for a moment where you left your .44 so you can end this as quick as possible.

>she lays on her back comfortably and with one of her hoof, start clopping her pussy while she continue cleaning her baby.

>this is literally worse than the holocaust

>but you don't care right now.

>your brain gave up a long time ago

>you think of a time when you weren't stuck on a planet filled with candy horses.

>you snap back to reality as fluttershy knocks on your door.

>''Anon! Anon I need your help!''

>you open the door as angrily as you can.

''WHAT IS IT GODDAMIT!''

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>''Anon... there's... there's another foal in there... I'm having twins!''