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>DJ PON3’s Studio
“Fine! I’ll get to you soon, just let me get through this broadcast, okay?” Homage’s complaint was met with another sharp kick from her middle. She huffed. Running the program had been difficult enough with all that’s been happening in the Wasteland, but her pregnancy had made things even tougher for her. She often had to cut some news segments short throughout it, something she just couldn’t stand. She’d never had to cut the show short for anything, not for a snack or a piss. The other residents of Tenpony Tower had also taken notice, and rumors of DJ PON3’s assistant cheating on the Stable Dweller quickly began to spread. In time, it reached the point where Homage refused to leave the penthouse for the remainder of her pregnancy, just to get away from the rumormongers downstairs. Living with those snobs was bad enough, but if she heard somepony whisper “What a slut!” again…
”Gah, dammit!” Another kick straight to her kidney. She looked down to her womb, scowling. The foal had been more active than ever in the past few weeks. It wanted out and it wanted it now. “Just one more week, Helpinghoof said…” Homage mumbled. She turned her attention back to the M.A.S.E.B.S. console, checking on the equipment with one hoof while gently rubbing her belly with the other. She might be a mom-to-be, but the show must go on. “On air in twenty seconds…” she mused. As she counted down, the thrashing in her womb grew stronger. “Sorry, kid, but mommy’s gotta get to work now.” She cooed to her belly. Ten seconds. Her foal did not relent. Homage paid it no heed.
Five…four…three…two…one…

ON AIR
“Good evening, fillies and gentlecolts! This is DJ PON3, here to help you get through another night in the good ol’ wastela-”
A sickening tightness rippled through her belly. Homage stopped in mid-sentence, her eyes darting down to her middle again. Get it together, Homage. You still have another week before you pop! Focus on the show!
“…Sorry about that, folks. The ol’ DJ’s been a bit under the weather lately. Now, where was I? Ah yes. Time for another pearl of Wasteland Survival wisdom from your old man PON3…”
Her belly grew unbearably tight. The foal kept on kicking and thrashing.
One…more…week!
“Remember kids, you should always….play it safe out there in the wasteland. Be careful what you eat or…where you decide to lay down for a nap. And, of course….keep your gun ready for a fight at all times. A pack of raiders catching you with your pants down is way worse…than a stomach-ache or a case or Radiation Sickness…”
Something gave in within her, and she felt something warm slosh down her rump from her nethers.
Luna rape me with her horn, my water broke!

“Ah…Sorry ta…cut the show sort again, folks! We’re havin’ some technical…ah...difficulties here! DJ PON3 will be back in a few minutes, so here’s something to get you through the night!”
Quickly, Homage grabbed the closest record, set it to spin, and then readied some of her taped segments to play on automatic. There was no denying it anymore. She was in labor. She could feel her contractions grow stronger with each second, urging her to push the foal out. Panting as she went, Homage stumbled to the Athenaeum as quick as her churning womb would allow. From the studio to her bed, it felt like she’d walked a thousand miles. Gasping for breath, she slumped onto the bed, rubbing her aching belly. She switched on a radio nearby, then pulled a broadcaster over with her magic, frantically dialing LittlePip’s channel.

“Pip! Pip, come in!”
A voice crackled through the little radio. “Homage? What’s going on?!” Homage cringed as more contractions surged from her womb. “Pip, the foal is coming!” She screamed, “Get over here, quickly!” “Luna’s frigid clit! I’m coming, Homage!” There was a click and the radio went silent.
Homage cried out, clawing at the bedspread with her hooves. Sweat and tears rolled down her face as the tightness in her belly grew more intense. She forced every breath she took, every bit of strength she had into each push. Slowly but surely, she could feel her foal moving, passing out her cervix and through her now slick vagina. The pain was unbearable, like a great vice on her stomach growing ever tighter.

“I can do this…” she wheezed to herself.
She rolled onto her back, readying herself for the grand finale. Homage panted and gasped with each push, her legs spread wide open as her labor began to reach its climax. She could feel the foal’s head pressing against her pussy, now stretched wide to allow the little one’s passage. “You’re…almost…there…” she groaned, gearing up for her last pushes. The foal’s head crowned, a torrent of hot juices following. Almost...there. She pushed and pushed with all her might, eyes squeezed shut and howling with pain…
With a pop, a gush and one last excruciating wave of agony, the foal was free.
Homage slowly opened her eyes, took a minute to catch her breath and looked down. There, between her legs, was the cutest little filly she’d ever laid eyes on…well, besides LittlePip, of course. A little grey bundle with a short orange tuft on her head, soaked in amniotic fluid and wailing as she drew her first breaths. Gently, she picked her up with her magic and floated her up to her swollen teats. She softly stroked her newborn filly as she nursed her. In that moment, she regretted ever getting upset whenever her show was interrupted by her foal. After all, she wasn’t just DJ PON3 anymore…she was a mother.
“Hey kid…Sorry for yelling at you…”

>One hour later
“Homage, I’m here! Are you alright?!”
The door flew open and LittlePip bolted in, huffing and puffing from running nonstop to Tenpony Tower. Homage lay on the bed, her filly fast asleep beside her. LittlePip stopped dead, her jaw hanging loose. “I’m alright, Pip.” She said wearily, “But try to keep it down, will ya? She just fell asleep.” LittlePip shook herself, then had a look at the sleeping filly. “…She’s amazing.” Pip whispered. “Isn’t she, though?” Homage said, beaming with pride.
Pip looked down at her hooves. “I…I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you…” she lamented, “I should have been there for you, to hold your hoof and see our foal being born…” Homage hushed her with a hoof. “It’s okay, Pip. I’m just glad that you’re here…and that the foal is okay.” Tears ran down LittlePip’s face, breaking down into sobs. “Shh…Come here…” Homage cooed, gently hugging Pip.
“I guess she’s not the only foal here.”
“Oh shut up, Homage…”