Cotton Candy 'n' Magic

by Campanella

Birth

She was frazzled. And Pinkie was never -- no, not quite never -- was rarely frazzled, at least the sort of frazzled where your heart was thumping and all your nerves felt like they were all being electrocuted at once and you couldn't stop moving and being all fidgety and frazzled because when you're frazzled it was like never ending sugar rush of anxiety and Pinkie never got frazzled!

Frazzled was starting to not sound like a real word.

...was it even a real word? Twilight would know.

Regardless, she was fraz--nervous. But who wouldn't be? Anypony would be outright, stark terrified at the fact that their wife was giving birth to their child. And anypony would be outright, stark terrified if the pregnancy that came before the birth was riddled with problems.

Pregnancy between same-sex ponies was fortunate enough to have multiple options. They could have a surrogate, a donor for impregnation, or if they were fortunate enough to have a particularly powerful unicorn (or alicorn) around, they could either turn one of the mares into a male, or do some magic mumbo jumbo (as Pinkie eloquently put it) and kinda pop the beginning of an embryo in there.

The magical change from mare to stallion was what they chose, and although Pinkie found it quite fun being a male (even though Twilight was still taller than her!) the aftermath was not what she had expected.

The time from conception to birth was unbelievably long with ponies, and Twilight's body took a severe physical toll throughout the entire time. The aches, the exhaustion, the morning sickness that managed to cause concern with the local doctors, all made Pinkie's heart ache terribly for her wife. The only solace was that Twilight's mental health stayed phenomenally well, as the alicorn had become more and more emotionally stronger over the years they'd known each other.

Pinkie worried, and she never liked worrying as it made her hair deflate and her coat go a more murky pink, and she worried about the horrid possibility of losing the baby, or Twilight, or even both. In an ironic twist, it was usually Twilight comforting Pinkie about these sorts of things - while the pink mare returned the favour by aiding her with all of her physical problems.

But now, they were here. The end game, the home run, Twilight laying on the soft hospital bed as the nurses fussed over her, a healing magic being supplied to keep the pain minimal. She was somehow calm, so insanely calm, that Pinkie couldn't help but think back to all the times where her partner had breakdowns over worrying if something was going to turn out okay. Though she was matured, she still sometimes became a big ol worrywart...but here, she was almost serene.

Instead, Pinkie was now the big ol worrywart.

She brought one hoof up, stroking Twilight's hair idly. A light sheen of sweat had made itself present against the fur on her forehead, making it stick to her skin. Her breathing was level enough, only the slightest bit shallow.

Medical magic made this so much easier than it used to be. Pinkie couldn't even begin to imagine what it would be like if Twilight was screaming and there was blood everywhere and --

But that wasn't the case. In fact, when the birth - the nurses called it 'foaling' - actually happened, it was a little anticlimactic. It was simple and quick, though a little jarring to see Twilight just...produce all this goop. And there was a lot of goop. So much goop that Pinkie became alarmed when she saw it.

"U-uh, where's the baby?" she asked, her voice strained with worry. "Is that our baby? Did Twilight give birth to a smooze?"

In her defense, Pinkie was really frazzled.

The nurse - Nurse Redheart - gave a small chuckle, as she bundled the goop into a fresh blanket. "No dear, this is indeed your baby. We just need to clean her up and then you'll be able to hold her."

Her?

Pinkie's head spun, and she looked back to Twilight, who had been holding her hoof this whole time. She looked as awestruck as Pinkie felt. Technology was limited when it came to finding out the sex of the foal, so they had decided to wait to tell what it would be.

"It's a girl," Twilight said breathlessly. The look on her face was enough to make Pinkie's mane and tail expand with the most pure joy she had ever felt, the grin spreading over her features wide enough to crack her mouth, and she felt herself beginning to vibrate.

She would've exploded with the force of every confetti canon in the world if it weren't for Nurse Redheart bringing over their newly cleaned babe.

Their daughter - their daughter! - was bundled in a new blanket. She was handed to Twilight, and the first thing that Pinkie noticed was her hair, something that she couldn't help but comment on.

"...she has a afro."

The most noticeable feature was indeed the giant mass of pink curls placed on top of her head. Her eyes, small and also pink, peeked out from underneath.

Twilight stroked their daughter's curls lovingly, revealing a tiny horn in the middle of it. "You know, the first thing new parents usually say is 'they're perfect'."

"Well, she is!" Pinkie responded, moving closer to get a better view. The newborn unicorn blinked up at her, before proceeding to suckle on one of her tiny hooves. "And she has a perfect afro to boot."

Tentatively, as if afraid she would shatter under her hoof, Pinkie reached out and joined Twilight in stroking their little one's mane. It felt like her's, springy and a little like cotton candy.

"Do you have name ready for her yet?" their nurse asked gently, smiling at the trio from over her chart.

"Neither of us really discussed it," Twilight admitted, as she lightly nuzzled her nose against the lilac cheek of her daughter.

"Yeah, I guess we just figured that like every other pony in the world, at the birth we'd end up somehow naming then something that was going to be relevant to whatever passion or personality they were going to have in the future," Pinkie supplied, before pausing for a moment. "...has anypony ever thought about how weird that is?"

Nurse Redheart's face promptly morphed into an expression one takes when they find out their whole life is a lie.

"Ignore her," Twilight quickly interjected. She looked down at the bundle wrapped in her front legs, offering said bundle a soft coo. One tiny hoof, the one the baby was currently not suckling on, reached up to her. "We'll come up with a name for her soon enough."

For the time being, the new parents were allowed to rest, as Pinkie wormed her way onto the bed, wounding her short, pudgy legs around the long, elegant one's of her wife. There were several family members and friends waiting outside, horribly anxious to meet the newest member of their massive family, but for now, being able to have this quiet moment to soak in the fact that they were parents was needed.

Soon enough, Pinkie would pop out with the songs and the cakes, even though their little one was unable to eat such things as of yet, but this quiet moment was necessary.

In this moment she was at peace, and no longer frazzled.

Author's Note:

I don't plan on doing a lot of drabbles surrounding the nextgen babs I made for everyone (unless you folks do like them), I couldn't help but do this one. c: The eldest TwiPie child was my first nextgen OC, so I have a large soft spot for her.
Their lil foal was eventually named Star Chamer.

Comments

[Reading4HalfMyLife]

Huh, I thought they were going to call her Frazzle.

Is she an alicorn, pegasus, unicorn or earth pony?

Love this story! Twinkie has been a secret OTP of mine

[Campanella]

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Sorry for the late reply, I'm so glad you're enjoying this! Perhaps they might have a child named Frazzle in the future, perfect name for a twipie baby. ;D and she's a unicorn!