The Anti-Birth

>Your fluffy mare is going into heat
>One day you find her crying, her hips gyrating uncontrollably.
>”Fwuffy feew funny! Why weggies no wisten?”
>You manage to calm her down.
>Awkwardly, and with a great deal of effort, you try to explain the birds and the bees to your fluffy pony.
>When she finally understands where little fluffies come from, her eyes widen
>”Fwuffy make babbehs?!”
>No, you tell her, she’s not ready for that yet.
>She’s very disappointed.
>Things seem to go back to normal.
>The next day, you find your fluffy pony grinding furiously against a Swiffer duster.
>She’s giggling and burbling about giving “speshuw hugs” and “make babbehs!”
>you pull her away roughly as she twitches and babbles in climax.
>You remind her that she’s not ready to be a mother yet, but she’s having none of it.
>”Fwuffy be momma now! When babbehs?”
>You try and explain that she’s not pregnant, but she doesn’t believe you.
>”Daddy wong! Fwuffy momma now!”
>The days pass, and nothing seems different at first.
>Then you notice the swelling.
>It’s slight at first, but becomes more noticeable as the week draws on.
>You take her to the vet, but they can’t find anything wrong with her.
>Fluffy pony is overjoyed.
>”Babbehs soon, babbehs soon!”
>You take her home to think things over.
>You’re doing research online while she plays with her blocks.
>There’s a sudden clunk as she drops the block she’s holding and starts to squirm uncomfortably.
>You scoop her up and rush her to the litterbox, fearing a bathroom emergency.
>”No poopies daddy! Babbeh time!”
>You remind her that’s impossible.
>”Babbeh time!” she insists “Fwuffy be momma noooowww!”
>With that final showt, your fluffy pony spasms and explodes into fluff.
>There are no fillies or colts; after all, she wasn’t actually fertilized.
>even fluffy pony’s body was convinced she was going to give birth.