Special Delivery (NSFW)


                                            >You'd been staying home with your mare for the past few weeks.

                                            >The doctor had recommended you be by her side when it came time to deliver.

                                            >You'd initially argued that you weren't even close to being qualified for such a task, but he informed you that there was nothing to worry about.

                                            >It'd been nearly a decade since the last reported pegasus birth complication.

                                            >As it turns out, delivering an egg was extremely safe and substantially less painful than a live foal.

                                            >Not to mention Dash refused to go to the hospital; she'd argued that she wanted to deliver with someone she was comfortable with.

                                            >Technically you didn't even need to be there as she was perfectly capable of doing it herself, but you never felt like you had the option not to.

                                            >She'd been with you through thick and thin and you weren't about to leave her on her own when she needed you.

                                            >Your reassurances seemed to put her at ease, or at least, as at ease as she could be going into labor.

                                            >She whimpers as she feels a hint of a contraction deep in her bloated belly.

                                            >"Shhhh...it's ok." you reassure as you gently stroke the bump of an egg under her trembling tummy.

                                            >You had her propped up on your queen sized bed. You didn't think twice about the mess, the comfort of your mare was worth far more than the cost of some bedsheets, or even a whole mattress for that matter.

                                            >Her beautiful magenta eyes meet yours and for the first time in her pregnancy, you see nervousness.

                                            >"You're gonna be fine Rainbow, I'm right here with you." You reassure her.

                                            >She closes her eyes and pushes her forehead into your lips as you kiss her.

                                            "T-thanks Anon, I-I love you."

                                            >"Love you too. You're gonna to just fine."

                                            >A weak smile graces her sweaty face.

                                            >You give her lips a quick peck before shifting your attention lower.

                                            >The doctor had given you a few exercises that would aid in the delivery.

                                            >He said if you did your job well she wouldn't have to exert herself much.

                                            >Dash whimpers again as her canal clenches. Her labor was about to go into full swing.

                                            >Your heart races as you try to remember all the things you'd read and learned.

                                            >Luckily, it was pretty difficult to fuck up.

                                            >The main concern was relieving pressure on her canal to minimize risk of cracking the egg.

                                            "Gah!"

                                            >She winces and her dock pulls back hard to expose her engorged genitals.

                                            >You sweep her tail under her buttocks to keep it out of the way

                                            >Her vagaina gapes at you before closing back up, and you throw her legs over your shoulders to align her properly.

                                            >She grunts and tenses her abs before you calm her.

                                            >"Not yet...you're doing fine, just don't strain yourself. You've still got a bit of time, let me do all the work for now."

                                            >She lets out a shaky, scared breath and reaches up to you with her forehooves for comfort.

                                            >You grasp her azure hoof and rub her tender frog. The soft pad has a thin layer of sweat like the rest of her, and clings desperately to you for reassurance.

                                            >"Hey...just relax, I promise you I'll make you feel better. I'm going to help you get it out, don't push, just do what comes naturally."

                                            >Your pegasus takes a deep breath as you bring your palm down to massage her puffy labia.

                                            >Her cute little lips were already swollen and blushing and she was leaking like a faucet as her body lubed her up to pass your egg.

                                            >Despite your reassurances, the three books and five medical journals you'd read on the topic told you that giving birth was a fairly swift and intense process.

                                            >Nerve endings in her uterus, cervix and vaginal canal were wired to her pelvic muscles in a positive feedback loop. Meaning that, once she started passing the egg, she would succumb to a series of contractions that would get progressively stronger until it vacated her body.

                                            >Under normal circumstances, your petite pegasus would have to press through them herself each step of the way.

                                            >But you'd learned that it was possible to trigger responses by tricking her body through specific stimulations, and if you were good enough, you'd be able to make the process smoother for her and relieve her of the necessity to force her contractions. Thus, in theory, making it almost painless.

                                            >She'd poked fun at you before when you'd asked to practice on her. Apparently the "technique" was incredibly arousing and just a bit ticklish, and you'd learned a few things about her that you'd used almost daily.

                                            >But in the past month, you'd been refraining from sexual stimulation altogether per doctors recommendations.

                                            >...Mostly refrained that is.

                                            "Ng! Anon!"

                                            >Her pained voice springs you into action as your protective instincts kick in like they never have before.

                                            >You would do anything to keep your mare from hurting...luckily, you know how to.

                                            >Your hand had become slick with her secretions and her genitals were now thoroughly soaked and still leaking.

                                            >With no effort at all, you slip your middle finger in her hole and bottom out on your knuckle.

                                            >She coos softly as you start working your finger pad around her deep wrinkles.

                                            >Your actions were starting to ease her, but you could sense she was far from relieved.

                                            >"Alright Dash, listen to me...this might feel a bit strange, but you're going to feel a pressure and I need you to just let it happen ok?"

                                            "Gah!" She grunts in discomfort her uterus starts shrinking around the smooth oval she'd formed over the past twelve months, "How do you know what it feels like you've never laid an egg!" She blurts.

                                            >Despite the situation have to stifle your smile at Dash's comment.

                                            >She always had a knack for finding the humor in things, even if she didn't think her comments were particularly funny.

                                            >You bring your other hand up to stroke through the thick hair of her crotch as you massage just a little deeper.

                                            >After composing yourself you respond, "I know I haven't, but I read in a book that--"

                                            "--I'm not a book! Ah!"

                                            >You push in deeper to stimulate the cluster of nerves behind her g-spot, giving her another moment of relief.

                                            >"I know you're not Rainbow, I'm just saying, you're not the first mare to go through this..." Some more warmth leaks past your knuckles as you massage her, "...Just relax and let it go--"

                                            "--Ngah!"

                                            *squelch

                                            >Hot liquid shoots out of her crevice with the sound of pouring water and you're almost taken aback at the sheer volume of it.

                                            "Anon?" Dash's voice doesn't portray any pain, but rather surprise and confusion.

                                            >Ok.

                                            >This is ok.

                                            >You read about this...it's a...it's when...

                                            >Her water broke.

                                            >That's it.

                                            >You know what to do with this.

                                            >"It's ok Dash, it just means you're loosening up.

                                            >Your smile and confident tone seems to reassure her well enough.

                                            >You curl your finger along her top wall and pull towards you.

                                            >Your sensitive fingertips detail every wrinkle and bump in her slobbering hole.

                                            >Her forehooves squirm for a grasp on the sheets as you coax her egg through her cervix.

                                            "Anon, it's...ah!...Gah! It's coming!"

                                            >The bump in her belly undulates and shifts as her cervical opening dilates.

                                            >"It's ok Dash, you're doing fine. Don't push Rainbow...don't push yet."

                                            >Nutrient-ritch uterine fluid comes running out as she dilates further.

                                            >A deep musk fills your senses as she grunts and clenches around your finger.

                                            >Her clenches were getting weaker and weaker. Her body was forcing her open for the safety of her egg.

                                            >The hard shell formed by a healthy pegasus was incredibly strong, and there was little danger; but with a incredibly strong mare like Dash, it was better safe than sorry.

                                            >Her contractions intensify and you sense her abdomen tense.

                                            >She catches her breath.

                                            "Hnnnng!"

                                            >The bump in her belly moves and her egg slowly squeezes past her mucous-slick cervix--drawn out by an invisible tether to your teasing finger.

                                            >After a few painstaking seconds, it slips into her moist canal with the sound of a great suction being eased.

                                            >But things only pick up from there.

                                            "Gah!...Oaah, it's...Anon!"

                                            >"I'm here Dash, I'm here..."

                                            >You reach out with your free hand to hold her hoof.

                                            >Sweat drips off the trembling mare and soaks your body and your sheets, but you only move closer to comfort your vulnerable mate.

                                            >You stroke your finger up and down her slimy orifice a few times and she grunts--sliding her precious egg closer to your waiting touch.

                                            >"Almost there Dash...I need to you push now ok."

                                            >Her only acknowledgement is a muffled grunt as she bites her lip and pushes her head into the pillow.

                                            >You pull out your dripping finger and start stroking her labia.

                                            >"Keep it up girl...you're doing good."

                                            "Hhhg!"

                                            >More fluid sloshes out of her marehood as your free hand gently follows the bump in her belly--pushing the egg out of her with the slightest pressure.

                                            >You test the waters with your finger and to your shock...you feel something.

                                            >The hard surface of her egg has a smooth texture and it's surprisingly warm.

                                            >Like, really really warm.

                                            >Why is that weird?

                                            *shlick--ah!

                                            >It pushes against your finger, now only mere inches from her opening.

                                            "Oh shi--um...keep pushing!"

                                            >"Don't tell me what to do!"

                                            >You lean into her and push her legs back towards her head to take some tension off her tract.

                                            >Her nimble frame trembles and squirms and she tenses up and pushes one last time.

                                            "Aaaaaaah!"

                                            >With one final push the mottled white and brown egg comes into view...but it stops halfway.

                                            >Holy shit that's bigger than you thought it'd be.

                                            "Naaah! Anooon!"

                                            >You hurriedly slide your finger into the bottom of her canal and get a quickly get a grip on the half of the egg that was exposed.

                                            >"Push!"

                                            "Gaaaaah!"

                                            >With one final cry and the help of your efforts, the egg slips free with an obnoxious squelch followed by the rest of her backed up fluid.

                                            >Her lips close up as you free her of her burden--trailing a half-dozen thick strings of the finest natural lubricant nature could produce.

                                            >The egg was roughly the size of a grapefruit and covered with glistening light brown spots--weighing no more than ten pounds.

                                            >Immediately you clutch the precious item to your chest with an arm and place a palm over her accomplished little lips in a comforting gesture.

                                            >"See...I told you you'd be fine." You give her crotch a little pat.

                                            Her eyes are still wide with shock, "H-Holy b-b-buck!"

                                            >You stare at her egg, your egg, in shock for a moment as an overwhelming sense of pride and joy overtakes you.

                                            >It would take a few more months for it to hatch, but to finally see the results of her yearlong gestation was extremely gratifying.

                                            >You made this with her.

                                            >You brought new life into the world with nothing more than love.

                                            >You're a father.

                                            >Once you're satisfied your egg is safe, you turn your attention back to your beloved pegasus.

                                            >You abandon the massive stain in the sheets and slide over next to her still trembling frame to hold her close.

                                            >Her attention turns to you, then to the egg she finds pressed up to her furry chest.

                                            >It was still slick and had a very distinct biological smell.

                                            >She rushes to hold her precious foal and her wings instinctively extend to shelter you both under her reach.

                                            >You cuddle up against her sweaty body and massage her sore belly.

                                            >She wasn't lactating yet, but she was definitely starting to adapt to her new role as a mother.

                                            >"See, what'd I tell you. Piece of cake."

                                            >She looks up to you with glassy eyes before leaning in for a passionate kiss.

                                            >Just before you run out of air she lets you go.

                                            "I love you Anon."

                                            >"Love you too Dash." You smile back and kiss her one more time.

                                            >You give her a nearby glass of water to down as you toss the drop blanket off the edge of the bed.

                                            >Finally set, you pull up your mess of blankets around you before flipping off the light.

                                            >Your egg stays safe between your loving bodies as you snuggle your messy pegasus under the covers.

                                            >You had a lot to work out now that it was official, you still weren't sure about the gender, and you had to scout out schools and flight schools...

                                            >But for now, it was just you, your mare, and the warm gift snuggled between you.

                                            >And you wouldn't have it any other way.