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Nearing the birth of their baby, Fluttershy and Discord host a second baby shower at the cottage and Discord takes the opportunity to invite all his weird, bizarre, and surreal friends to celebrate. After nearly a year of dealing with a chaotic pregnancy, Fluttershy thinks she knows what to expect. She doesn't.
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This one's a little too long to put into the whole description, so I just put a sample of the first couple pages down there.
Enjoy!
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Fluttershy stood in front of her floor mirror as she pinned back her mane with a clip. She wasn’t sure what kind of dress was expected from her that afternoon, but she at least made an effort to look presentable. That in itself was more trouble that one might expect since there was a lot more of her to go around.
Stepping back from the mirror, Fluttershy turned to the side and examined the reflection of her pregnant body. Even with no one else around, she blushed at sight of her rounded middle. There wasn’t anything wrong with carrying such a healthy baby, especially as she neared term, but the size of her belly never failed to draw attention her way. She’d reached a point where she could hardly lift herself off the ground and was forced to walk with a wide-legged, lumbering gait more suited to a yak. She could even feel her low-hanging stomach sway beneath her, rocking the baby to sleep as she huffed and puffed everywhere she went. A late-term pregnant mare was already eye-catching enough, but she wasn’t exactly a stranger to Ponyville, nor was the baby’s infamous father.
Everyone from doctors, friends, and her own mother had told Fluttershy the basics of what she could expect, but always included the caveat that every pregnancy was different. They didn’t know the half of it. From gaining prophetic dreams and the ability to smell emotions to experiencing brief moments of reversed gravity and her wings swapping places, there was no end to the strange side-effects that came from carrying Discord’s baby. A week ago, she’d spent two days inexplicably magnetized and couldn’t enter her kitchen without the entire silverware drawer throwing itself at her. And that wasn’t even getting into the regular symptoms of pregnancy that had been enhanced or distorted. At the moment, she had a craving for zinc oxide cream and was still misty-eyed from recalling the ending of a book she hadn’t read yet.
She felt a shuffle from deep inside her belly as the baby turned over. Fluttershy wasn’t entirely confident in calling it a ‘foal’ as she couldn’t be entirely sure that’s what it was. More than once, she felt something prodding her from the inside that was pointier than a hoof and she sometimes felt the shift of what might have been a long tail. Whatever kinds of limbs her baby had, she was at least sure there were only four of them.
The baby wiggled in what little space they had left, then kicked softly against Fluttershy. A tickle formed her in throat just before she burped a single soap bubble that floated to the ground and vanished with a soft pop.
“Oh! Great job! That was a big one!” Fluttershy cooed as she stroked her belly with a wing. Being with Discord had given her an unshakable tolerance for the unexpected and carrying his baby had only made her more resilient. Her problems with anxiety had faded away with experience; there was virtually nothing on this earth that could surprise her anymore. After finding out she was pregnant, Fluttershy had to sit down and think long and hard about the difficult questions that might arise from it. She came to the conclusion that whatever kind of creature she eventually gave birth to would still be her child. She trusted the unborn baby in her womb just as much as his father downstairs, and Discord had earned what the baby would be born with.
“Fluttershy!” called the father himself from downstairs. “Dear, I need your opinion on these drapes!”
“On the way!” she yelled back, taking a moment to brush her coat smooth with a wing. “Um…Be patient, please!” With a grunt, she hobbled to the door and descended the stairs one hoof at a time, walking backwards to keep her balance more stable. She was far enough along that the sensitive curve of her stomach would lightly scrape against each step as she crept down them. Fluttershy winced in discomfort, but continued that way, deciding that a little pain was better than risking a fall.
Her hooves touched solid ground at last and she took a moment to catch her breath. Discord poked his head around a corner and gave her a concerned frown.
“Dear, you know I could have just poofed you down here in an instant.”
“Not…until…the baby’s born,” Fluttershy gasped.
“Oh, it’s just a little space folding, as easy as using a door. No harm, no foul!”
“Not until I have the baby, and I mean it. I’ll walk to Canterlot and back if I have to.” She’d finally caught her breath and cleared her throat before sitting back to take some of the weight off her hooves. “Did you say something about drapes?”
“Oh yes! I just wanted to know what you thought of these.” Discord snapped his fingers. In a flash of light, the old curtains lining the windows of Fluttershy’s treehouse vanished and were replaced with matching new sets. “I like them, but I’m not sure what kind of statement they make.”
“Discord…I…what color is this?” Fluttershy stared at the drapes, her eyes wide even as they stung. “I’ve…I’ve never seen this color!”
“Too garish?” Discord frowned and tapped his chin. With a shrug, he snapped his fingers again and replaced the drapes with a hideously ugly set of plum-purple and lime-green ones. “No need to get too fancy, I suppose.”
Fluttershy rubbed her eyes as her vision returned in splotches, then took the opportunity to see what kind of decorating Discord had done. While he’d at least kept the general impression of their home the same, he’d expanded the inside of the treehouse to roughly four times the space of the outside. Tables and chairs were spaced apart from one another, with each table having names for every seat and a centerpiece of a bouquet of ice flowers that were all slowly melting. A table of food lined the far wall, covered in dishes Fluttershy couldn’t identify but suddenly had an intense craving for. Next to them was an open bar manned by a flying eyeball wearing a bow tie.
“It all looks…so…” Fluttershy looked above the doorway, where a banner reading ‘It’s A ???’ was pinned to the wall. She took a deep breath, then finished with, “Wonderful! You did a…really…good job!”
“Did I really?” Discord said, suddenly appearing at her side. He wrapped his long body around hers, one hand pressed to her belly, and pecked her on the cheek. “I haven’t seen my friends in so long, I only have one chance to make a good impression.”
“If there’s anything you make, it’s an impression,” Fluttershy said with a smile, touching her nose to his. The baby shifted inside of her, pushing out against their father’s hand.
“Well, that’s not all I made,” he said with a sly wink before vanishing again.
Fluttershy didn’t have much room to complain, as this was more his party than hers. She’d already had a baby shower with all her friends the weekend before, but Discord wanted to throw a second celebration to invite his more ‘pan-dimensional’ acquaintances. Fluttershy was uncomfortable enough being the center of attention at a party with her friends, let alone at one with strangers. Discord had insisted, but explained it was more of an obligation for a being in his position.
“Relationships and marriages come and go, but you can’t un-have your first baby,” he’d said. “A celebration is practically required when a child is on the way so all the Gods and Goddesses and Thems In Between have an opportunity to pay their respects. I’ve been to a dozen of these things myself and I can tell you mine will be far from the most boring. Even if it does have to be hosted in Euclidean space…”
Fluttershy adjusted her hair clip before clamoring back to her hooves and waddling slowly to the doorway. Discord was in the kitchen, cooking up desserts with a dozen extra arms.
“When are the guests going to arrive?” she asked.
“Let’s see…” Discord checked a watch while the rest of his arms continued working. “Well, Ghukex arrived about two thousand years ago and is buried under the bedrock, but there’s no telling when he’ll decide to get out of bed. Thyrenn is already here, but you won’t know that until she allows herself to be perceived. The Blackened Eye of Night told me would be late because his car got a flat, but I’m sure he’s only buying himself time because he forgot a gift. Other than that, guests should start to arrive around 5:30.”
“Oh, that’s…soon.” Fluttershy shuffled her wings and absentmindedly stroked her middle. “Um, Discord? What should I…do? When they get here, I mean?”
“Do? Nothing, really. Just be sociable, mingle a bit, say hello to everyone. Let them get a look at you, maybe tolerate a few too many belly touches. Try not to step on anyone’s shadow, but you’re expecting so I’m sure they’ll give you a pass.”
“They won’t mind that I’m not like you?”
“What, mortal? Some of them have so many half-mortal brats running around this plane of existence they don’t know where to keep them all. I’ve only resisted so long because you’re the first one to meet my standards.”
“Don’t call our baby a brat…” Fluttershy said, softly.
“No, no, you don’t understand. Their half-mortals are brats. My half-mortal is a perfect little demigod.” Discord lowered himself to her eye level. “Really, Fluttershy, there’s nothing to worry about. You’re more likely to be bored than nervous. The whole thing is really a formality.”
“I just get a little anxious with…being social…”
“I happen to be keenly aware that isn’t true,” said Discord with a flat expression. “All you need to do is look like a cute little expecting mother and you’re already doing a fan-tastic job without even trying.”
“Well…if you say so. I might go upstairs if it gets overwhelming, okay?”
“Just say the word and I’ll poof you away.”
“I already told you no poofing-” Fluttershy was interrupted by a knock at the door on the other end of the room.
“Ohhhhh! The guests are arriving! Fluttershy, go let them in. I’ve got my hands full with the…” Discord paused and scratched his chin. “Wait, what was I making?”
Thumbnail source: https://snspony.tumblr.com/post/637.....gimages2508246
This one's a little too long to put into the whole description, so I just put a sample of the first couple pages down there.
Enjoy!
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SAMPLE:
Fluttershy stood in front of her floor mirror as she pinned back her mane with a clip. She wasn’t sure what kind of dress was expected from her that afternoon, but she at least made an effort to look presentable. That in itself was more trouble that one might expect since there was a lot more of her to go around.
Stepping back from the mirror, Fluttershy turned to the side and examined the reflection of her pregnant body. Even with no one else around, she blushed at sight of her rounded middle. There wasn’t anything wrong with carrying such a healthy baby, especially as she neared term, but the size of her belly never failed to draw attention her way. She’d reached a point where she could hardly lift herself off the ground and was forced to walk with a wide-legged, lumbering gait more suited to a yak. She could even feel her low-hanging stomach sway beneath her, rocking the baby to sleep as she huffed and puffed everywhere she went. A late-term pregnant mare was already eye-catching enough, but she wasn’t exactly a stranger to Ponyville, nor was the baby’s infamous father.
Everyone from doctors, friends, and her own mother had told Fluttershy the basics of what she could expect, but always included the caveat that every pregnancy was different. They didn’t know the half of it. From gaining prophetic dreams and the ability to smell emotions to experiencing brief moments of reversed gravity and her wings swapping places, there was no end to the strange side-effects that came from carrying Discord’s baby. A week ago, she’d spent two days inexplicably magnetized and couldn’t enter her kitchen without the entire silverware drawer throwing itself at her. And that wasn’t even getting into the regular symptoms of pregnancy that had been enhanced or distorted. At the moment, she had a craving for zinc oxide cream and was still misty-eyed from recalling the ending of a book she hadn’t read yet.
She felt a shuffle from deep inside her belly as the baby turned over. Fluttershy wasn’t entirely confident in calling it a ‘foal’ as she couldn’t be entirely sure that’s what it was. More than once, she felt something prodding her from the inside that was pointier than a hoof and she sometimes felt the shift of what might have been a long tail. Whatever kinds of limbs her baby had, she was at least sure there were only four of them.
The baby wiggled in what little space they had left, then kicked softly against Fluttershy. A tickle formed her in throat just before she burped a single soap bubble that floated to the ground and vanished with a soft pop.
“Oh! Great job! That was a big one!” Fluttershy cooed as she stroked her belly with a wing. Being with Discord had given her an unshakable tolerance for the unexpected and carrying his baby had only made her more resilient. Her problems with anxiety had faded away with experience; there was virtually nothing on this earth that could surprise her anymore. After finding out she was pregnant, Fluttershy had to sit down and think long and hard about the difficult questions that might arise from it. She came to the conclusion that whatever kind of creature she eventually gave birth to would still be her child. She trusted the unborn baby in her womb just as much as his father downstairs, and Discord had earned what the baby would be born with.
“Fluttershy!” called the father himself from downstairs. “Dear, I need your opinion on these drapes!”
“On the way!” she yelled back, taking a moment to brush her coat smooth with a wing. “Um…Be patient, please!” With a grunt, she hobbled to the door and descended the stairs one hoof at a time, walking backwards to keep her balance more stable. She was far enough along that the sensitive curve of her stomach would lightly scrape against each step as she crept down them. Fluttershy winced in discomfort, but continued that way, deciding that a little pain was better than risking a fall.
Her hooves touched solid ground at last and she took a moment to catch her breath. Discord poked his head around a corner and gave her a concerned frown.
“Dear, you know I could have just poofed you down here in an instant.”
“Not…until…the baby’s born,” Fluttershy gasped.
“Oh, it’s just a little space folding, as easy as using a door. No harm, no foul!”
“Not until I have the baby, and I mean it. I’ll walk to Canterlot and back if I have to.” She’d finally caught her breath and cleared her throat before sitting back to take some of the weight off her hooves. “Did you say something about drapes?”
“Oh yes! I just wanted to know what you thought of these.” Discord snapped his fingers. In a flash of light, the old curtains lining the windows of Fluttershy’s treehouse vanished and were replaced with matching new sets. “I like them, but I’m not sure what kind of statement they make.”
“Discord…I…what color is this?” Fluttershy stared at the drapes, her eyes wide even as they stung. “I’ve…I’ve never seen this color!”
“Too garish?” Discord frowned and tapped his chin. With a shrug, he snapped his fingers again and replaced the drapes with a hideously ugly set of plum-purple and lime-green ones. “No need to get too fancy, I suppose.”
Fluttershy rubbed her eyes as her vision returned in splotches, then took the opportunity to see what kind of decorating Discord had done. While he’d at least kept the general impression of their home the same, he’d expanded the inside of the treehouse to roughly four times the space of the outside. Tables and chairs were spaced apart from one another, with each table having names for every seat and a centerpiece of a bouquet of ice flowers that were all slowly melting. A table of food lined the far wall, covered in dishes Fluttershy couldn’t identify but suddenly had an intense craving for. Next to them was an open bar manned by a flying eyeball wearing a bow tie.
“It all looks…so…” Fluttershy looked above the doorway, where a banner reading ‘It’s A ???’ was pinned to the wall. She took a deep breath, then finished with, “Wonderful! You did a…really…good job!”
“Did I really?” Discord said, suddenly appearing at her side. He wrapped his long body around hers, one hand pressed to her belly, and pecked her on the cheek. “I haven’t seen my friends in so long, I only have one chance to make a good impression.”
“If there’s anything you make, it’s an impression,” Fluttershy said with a smile, touching her nose to his. The baby shifted inside of her, pushing out against their father’s hand.
“Well, that’s not all I made,” he said with a sly wink before vanishing again.
Fluttershy didn’t have much room to complain, as this was more his party than hers. She’d already had a baby shower with all her friends the weekend before, but Discord wanted to throw a second celebration to invite his more ‘pan-dimensional’ acquaintances. Fluttershy was uncomfortable enough being the center of attention at a party with her friends, let alone at one with strangers. Discord had insisted, but explained it was more of an obligation for a being in his position.
“Relationships and marriages come and go, but you can’t un-have your first baby,” he’d said. “A celebration is practically required when a child is on the way so all the Gods and Goddesses and Thems In Between have an opportunity to pay their respects. I’ve been to a dozen of these things myself and I can tell you mine will be far from the most boring. Even if it does have to be hosted in Euclidean space…”
Fluttershy adjusted her hair clip before clamoring back to her hooves and waddling slowly to the doorway. Discord was in the kitchen, cooking up desserts with a dozen extra arms.
“When are the guests going to arrive?” she asked.
“Let’s see…” Discord checked a watch while the rest of his arms continued working. “Well, Ghukex arrived about two thousand years ago and is buried under the bedrock, but there’s no telling when he’ll decide to get out of bed. Thyrenn is already here, but you won’t know that until she allows herself to be perceived. The Blackened Eye of Night told me would be late because his car got a flat, but I’m sure he’s only buying himself time because he forgot a gift. Other than that, guests should start to arrive around 5:30.”
“Oh, that’s…soon.” Fluttershy shuffled her wings and absentmindedly stroked her middle. “Um, Discord? What should I…do? When they get here, I mean?”
“Do? Nothing, really. Just be sociable, mingle a bit, say hello to everyone. Let them get a look at you, maybe tolerate a few too many belly touches. Try not to step on anyone’s shadow, but you’re expecting so I’m sure they’ll give you a pass.”
“They won’t mind that I’m not like you?”
“What, mortal? Some of them have so many half-mortal brats running around this plane of existence they don’t know where to keep them all. I’ve only resisted so long because you’re the first one to meet my standards.”
“Don’t call our baby a brat…” Fluttershy said, softly.
“No, no, you don’t understand. Their half-mortals are brats. My half-mortal is a perfect little demigod.” Discord lowered himself to her eye level. “Really, Fluttershy, there’s nothing to worry about. You’re more likely to be bored than nervous. The whole thing is really a formality.”
“I just get a little anxious with…being social…”
“I happen to be keenly aware that isn’t true,” said Discord with a flat expression. “All you need to do is look like a cute little expecting mother and you’re already doing a fan-tastic job without even trying.”
“Well…if you say so. I might go upstairs if it gets overwhelming, okay?”
“Just say the word and I’ll poof you away.”
“I already told you no poofing-” Fluttershy was interrupted by a knock at the door on the other end of the room.
“Ohhhhh! The guests are arriving! Fluttershy, go let them in. I’ve got my hands full with the…” Discord paused and scratched his chin. “Wait, what was I making?”
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