Title:           Flutterbirth
Author:          sErgEantaEgis
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First Edit:      Friday 19th of July 2013 05:56:12 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 19th of July 2013 05:56:12 PM CDT

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