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Vinyl had been very stupid that night, drunk and high on pills with a very complicated name she forgot.

There was this stallion you see. Vinyl loses judgement when she's intoxicated. And it only takes once you know...

''Stupid stallion'' she muttered as she put a hoof on her heavily swollen belly. ''No way there's only one foal in there...'' She let out an audible sigh. No one would hear her over the wub wubs coming from the danceroom, and she was alone in the backroom anyway. It had been nearly 11 months since that... night. Best orgasm she had in a while, true, but no way it made up for this... inconvenience. She was due anytime now.

Common sense dictated a mare in her state should stay home, getting some rest for the imminent birth. But Vinyl's sybarite lifestyle required lots of bits, and she couldn't afford to turn down gigs now that baby food and diapers would join the usual groceries of coke and music disks.

Her shift was starting in 15 minutes, but she needed to head out right now. Her heavy load reduced her speed to a clumsy waddle. Staffponies would stop what they were doing to gaze at her like stallions used to stare at her ass.

She knew what they were thinking, and occasionally picked up a few whispers.

''What a fucking slut''

''Go ahead, flaunt that belly and your crotchtits, you goddamn whore''

''What must the husband think? Do you even know who he his?''

She'd just ignore them of course. Still, a lot of ponies didn't think the same about her now. Except Octavia. She thanked Celestia everyday for a friend like her who didn't judge her.

Lots of things wouldn't be the same now. She wouldn't be able to attend wild parties, play loud music all the time, sucking cocks in exchange of coke...

Now she'd have to wake up in the middle of the night to ear splitting crying, breastfeed a little pony and change diapers. And she was only 23, hell of a wakeup call.

Ok, time was up. She needed to get this gig running. The foal kicked in protest at her exertion, the simple fact of walking was as strenuous as jogging now.

''Urgh, wait until I'm home to raise up a fuss...''

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9VmPwAosxM4

The club manager had some music on CDs to play while the party warmed up, but the real shit was supposed to start when DJ-PON3 got on stage. She put in a Vinyl of her own creation that she was eager to try in a real party.

The music was going on since 5 minutes, with Vinyl playing around here and there with the mix. The foal had been unruly all the while, but she only paid him heed when she felt what she was sure was a contraction.

She winced and gasped at the sharp, violent twing of pain. ''What the fuck?! I... I can't be due right now! I got another week!''

Octavia had said not to go near her own wub wub music, that it could ''harm the foal''. She was convinced it was bullshit. But now... what if Octavia was right all along?

''Please tell me this isn't labour. Oh Celestia please please tell me it's not coming out yet...''

She rightfully pleaded. Vinyl had to do this gig, it could mean the difference between having a roof and a healthy, well-fed foal or getting kicked out by the landlord.

Contractions kept coming, greater in intensity and pain. Vinyl had to admit the truth. She was in labour. The foal was coming.

''Fuck... no this can't be happening... I need this gig...''

She desperately tried to fight the contractions. Her water hadn't broken yet... but the night was still young...

''Wait a minute'' Vinyl thought... ''The patrons can't see my plot, and they can't hear me... Not that they'd care. They're all zoned out of their minds...''

She cringed and blushed at the idea... but she had no choice. She couldn't leave and give birth at the hospital. She had to... soldier on and give birth on stage.

She shed a tear in shame, as contractions intensified. What would her old mom think? This was so wrong... but she had a duty to take care of her foal and she needed the money.

The thought of having to give birth in a danceclub, on stage, disgusted her to no point. She moaned in pain, her sound drowned out by the music. She had to juggle between playing the music, pushing, and not looking like she's in labour.

''Oh Princess... if... if you're out there...'' More contractions came, and she rode them, desperately trying to look normal and keeping her typical happy DJ grin on her face despite the ache in her belly and the pressure she felt on her cervix... the head was engaged...

Something inside her gave, and she felt water run out of her plot. She screamed out of pure surprise. Her water breaking THIS soon? Through the wub wubs, she could barely make out a gentle pitter-patter on the floor.

The head was now engaged in her vagina, her moist wall stretching to accomodate its wide girth. Vinyl could feel the foal's movement inside her, the resistance of her flesh. It was painful, very painful. She always thought mares exagerated the pain. If anything, they downplayed it, Vinyl thought. From time to time she would allow herself to scream when the pain was too much, otherwise, she would grunt and moan as the baby slowly slided out of her and into the world.

''VINYL?!''

''What the fuck?!'' shouted the white unicorn, taken by surprise.

Behind her stood Octavia, she had come to visit Vinyl, and apparently got into more than she expected.

''What... but... you're...''

''Tavia... don't... don't look!''

Vinyl's was so far gone into labour. The foal's head wasn't visible (yet) but Vinyl could feel it in it's entirety, wedged in her moist marehood. From the outside, Octavia could only see the mare's gravid, fertile belly, her quivering, soaked hindlegs, the puddle of maternal juices on the floor, Vinyl's plump, pulsating, glistenning marehood, the foal's head starting to crown, its head barely visible between her feminine slit...

''VINYL!? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING?'' She took the white unicorn's mane in her mouth and dragged her by force to the backstage, despite her moans of pain and protest.

''Tavia, you... ah... you don't understand... nghh... I... I need to finish this gig... Oh Celestia it hurts...''

''Oh Vinyl... why did you do this?''

''I... oh fuck... ahhh I need to push... I needed the... the money to feed the baby and stay in my apartment...''

She shed tears, a full stream running down her face, tears of shame, fear, pain.

''Vinyl, let's get this baby in the world first, alright?''

''It... oh Celestia... it fucking hurts Ta...''

She never finished her phrase, Octavia locked lips with her.

Words ran through Vinyl's head. Most of them variations on ''WHAT THE FUCK''. Way too much information and emotions ran through her head at once. And now her best friend was kissing her tenderly.

She always thought of Octavia as a very beautiful mare, and she did some ''experimentation'' here and there, but she never saw Octavia ''that'' way...

Still, she had to admit, even as she was giving birth, Octavia kissing her felt really... really good. Never breaking the kiss, Octavia put her hooves on Vinyl's swollen, pregnant belly, tenderly massaging it, hoping to bring some relief to Vinyl.

She broke the kiss ''Tavia... fuck, it's crowning. It's crowning and it hurts''...

''Hush Vinyl. I'm with you. Don't worry, I'm here''

She put her head right in front of the unicorn's marehood. ''What the fuck are doing 'Tavia? It's not time for... woah''

Octavia had licked. She licked, out of love and desire for her friend's body, and to relieve her from the painful stretching. Her white vulva was now red, strained to accomodate the top of the head of the soon-to-be pony.

She passed her tongue over Vinyl's fold, like a mother would clean her baby, soaking in her juices, tasting her essence. Swollen clit in mouth, Octavia let herself enter a trance, where she closed her eyes and savoured the moment.

Vinyl's cries of pain slowly switched to little gasps and moans. Both lost any sensation of time, and wether their love-making lasted 1 minute or 10 remained unknown to both.

Octavia was only brought back to reality when she felt a moist mass on her throat. She looked to see the baby's head, a precious white earth pony looking at her with beautiful red eyes.

''A few more pushes Vinyl, come on, you can do it! I believe in you'' She gazed into her friend's eyes with tears in her eyes. Vinyl gave a final grunt as she pushed, and the baby fell into Octavia's waiting hooves.