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It was a hot, gorgeous summer day. The Wonderbolts Cadets had finished graduation, and it was their big day.

Princess Celestia herself had travelled to the Academy for the occasion. She stood right next to Soarin on the stage, overlooking the crowd with her benevolent presence.

I waddled as best as I could trough the backstage. Those were the final months of my pregnancy and my big, churning belly wasn't making movement easier. You might wonder why a pregnant Wonderbolt would still be on duty instead of maternity leave. Well, it's not like I was on real duty, flying and fighting and all. It was more of a matter of pride, a Wonderbolt should never quit. Besides, someone had to fill in the paperwork and all.

I had no choice but to wear my flight jumpsuit. The regular formal uniforms would never fit on my enormous belly.

Speaking of the belly, I'm pretty sure that I had early contractions this morning. I paid them no heed; I was still due a week from now. My belly still got harder from time to time, but my doctor had told me this was normal.

I climbed up the stage as best as I could, which meant very slowly. The cadets applauded as they saw me and I waved at them.

I took position behind the lectern, ready to deliver my speech, when by belly churned and I felt a painful tightening. I gasped for air, taken by surprise. That was a contraction alright. The foal was coming, but I still had time to do this. Come on Spitfire, you can do this.

"Mares and Stallions gathered here today. There was a day when you only bore the title of cadet. Those days are gone now."

I felt the baby kick madly inside my midsection, with painful contractions every now and then... I needed more time...

"I am proud to say you are now Wonderbolts. You have earned the right to that title, and all the benefits and responsibilities it entails."

This baby was coming out soon. It wanted out. As soon as this was over, I was calling an ambulance to the nearest hospital.

"You have been forged from weak, afraid ponies into the finest force of the world. The Princesses, Equestria, and me, are proud to be able to count on you."

I was lucky, I'd given that speech billions of times before and I knew it by heart. Most of it was copied from when I became a Wonderbolt. Giving speeches was like a second nature to me, as easy as breathing. Good thing too, because I needed to focus all my attention on keeping this foal inside me at all cost for the next few hours.

I breathed as best as I could, gently rocking my rump side by side to soothe the baby, clenching my flanks to hopefully keep that foal inside. It was incredibly hard to just ride the contractions and not push, especially when they were getting stronger... and more frequent.

It wasn't easy, not at all. But like Wonderbolts says, it can't be as bad as boot camp. I just had to though it out a few more minutes... just, hold on a few more minutes.

Soarin whispered in my ear.

"Are you alright Spitfire?"

I wasn't impressed that he interrupted my speech, and most importantly, broke my concentration.

"What do you want Soarin? I'm kinda busy" I whispered back to him. The crowd and Celestia were giving me weird looks.

"You... you look worried. Do you want me to finish the speech so you can go lay down?"

"I'm... I'm fine Soarin. But I'm really busy, don't interrupt me!"

I quickly got back on track, resuming my speech. The baby's head was pressing hard on my cervix. I never knew I could handle pressures like that. It felt so big, how would this manage to pass through my birth canal? I hoped I still had time. I didn't want to give birth right now... I still had a speech to give!

I felt a contraction coming, my womb hardening. I gave a timid little push as it came, just to test the waters. A little push to ease my pains would do no harm right?

I was wrong apparently. This was a big one, and I felt something burst inside of me... Water gushed out of my vagina and I barely managed not to gasp in surprise.

I blushed furiously. Thank Celestia I had my suit on and they couldn't see my face get red. My rump was so wet and I could hear a gentle pitter patter on the floor.

The baby's head was pressing on my cervix. In a few minutes It'd be engaged in my vagina. I desperately tried holding it inside, trying not to push as best as I could while I wraped this speech up.

"So... uh... you now proudly wear the title of Wonderbolts. Equestria can count on you. Make me proud. Bye!"

It was half-assed, but I was in a hurry here. Soarin and Celestia had no idea what was going on, thankfully. I quickly got off the stage and galloped as fast as I could to my office, tears of fear and shame in my face.

"No... this can't be happening! Not... not now!"

I realised it was too late. This baby was coming out now; there was no way I was making it to the hospital in time. I couldn't hold it in anymore...

Luckily, nopony was in the Academy's corridors now. I had to stop and push, the contractions were too strong. I felt the baby slide down my cunt, parting my wet flesh open. I held my scream of pain inside and I panted heavily. A few minutes at best.

"Fuck... it's too late, I can't hold it... It's... It's coming out!’’

The baby slid down the remainder of my body. I felt it crown, tearing me apart...

"Spitfire?!"

I turned around quickly, panting and gasping. It was Soarin. I didn't want him to see me like this in my moment of shame.

"D... don't look Soarin!"

I cried in shame at my condition. But he hugged me tenderly.

"You're crowning already. There's a bump on your plot..."

"I... I know! Get me out of this suit Soarin!"

***

I wish Spitfire would have told me already that she was in labour. That she'd have taken the day off. I could have done the ceremony, but she had to let her stubborn pride get in the way of common sense.

"D... don't look Soarin!"

Poor girl. Her enormous belly was ripped apart by contractions. Her spandex suit was on the verge of tearing. Her legs were quivering and I could see the foal's head already crowning.

Spitfire was afraid, and rightly so. I did what came to mind and I held her in my hooves. I felt her muscles relax. Just what she needed, keep calm.

"You're crowning already. There's a bump on your plot..."

"I... I know! Get me out of this suit Soarin!"

I reached for my knife I always kept concealed. Call me paranoid, but you never know when you'll need a blade by your side.

"Don't move, Spit. Don't. Move."

This was tricky, but I could manage it. With the knife in my mouth, I cut her suit around the baby's head, careful not to cut any of her skin, or worst, the baby's head.

The piece of uniform I cut fell off nicely, revealing her plump, moist vulva stretched by her foal's head.

"Don't push now, Spitfire".

She moaned in despair. Poor girl, she had to struggle against the pain and the desperate urge to push. But if she rushed through the labour, she could suffer vaginal tearing. She needed to give her body time to stretch.

I cradled the baby's head with my hooves, scooping it so it wouldn't come out too fast.

"You're doing great Spitfire. Come on, give me a push. I believe in you!"

She cried in pain. "I... I need to push Soarin! Oh Celestia, it hurts so much! I can't do this!"

"You can do it Spitfire. I'm here. Don't be scared."

She grunted as a contraction came and the baby slid out completely, falling in my forehooves, followed by a gush of liquid. Spitfire gasped in relief, it must have been a shock to go from "full" and "in pain" to "empty".

I quickly ensured the foal breathed alright. It gave a wailing cry and I checked out if it was a little boy or a girl. It was a colt! A precious little colt!

I helped Spitfire lay down on her back. With my knife, I openned the rest of her suit, exposing her heavy crotchboobs and her deflated tummy so the baby could rest on a soft, warm, furry surface - and so her mom could feel her little baby close to her. Spitfire let out a few tears, of joy this time, as she saw her foal nurse on her nipples.

"What is going on here?" I heard Princess Celestia's voice from the corridor. Shit, this was awkward.

"Well, your highness, I just delivered Spitfire's foal". Honesty was the best policy after all.

"Oh my... I hope the both of you are alright... Here, let me help".

With a spell, she warmed the colt and removed the mucus, severing the cord at the same time.

"Soarin, Spitfire, you really should have called for me earlier. I am relieved to see everything went fine, and a new, precious pony has been born."

She turned to me. I was blushing. My appearance, covered in sweat and birth juice, was unfit of a Wonderbolt, especially a Wonderbolt talking to royalty.

"Soarin, your calm in the face of danger and your devotion to your friend, her well-being and the one of her foal, are shining examples of the magic of friendship."

"As a mark of esteem, would you two accept to spend a few days at Canterlot? I would lodge you in the finest appartments, as my guests."

I was about to reply to the Princess when Spitfire interrupted me.

"Your Highness, I don't want to be disrespectful, b... but I'd rather go to the hospital instead! I've... I've got another baby in there!"