> Smiles' Surrogation Service > by Smiles > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Just Another Day at Labor Part I > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Smiles Surrogation Service By Smiles I think the best thing about being pregnant would definitely have to be seeing just my belly grow and seeing, like, wow, there is, you know, something inside of me.—Tia Mowry What have I gotten myself into? My name is Sunday Smiles, but usually ponies just call me Smiles for short. Um, I'm pretty strong and fit for an Earth Pony, I exercise daily and stretch to keep everything flexible. I’ve got a long white mane with a green ribbon at the end. My coat is a reddish pink, or as some color-philias would “properly identify it”, a pale grayish pink. The cutiemark on my flank is a circle with an empty outline of a heart inside, with another baby-sized heart upside-down besides it, all of it in a deep purple like my eyes. And I live by myself and with my son 10-year old son, Midnight Star. I think that’s it. I didn't  break the “show don’t tell” rule, did I? Sorry! Oh, almost forgot. I'm kinda expecting right now with somebody else's baby. Not in the “I’ve been cheating on my husband” sense (never had a hubby, still a virgin infact), but in the “I stuck a tube filled with baby batter and egg yolk inside me.” That’s an analogy for artificially impregnating myself with another couples baby. Cool, huh? I work as a full-time surrogate mother, sometimes a midwife too when people feel like going all natural rather than going to a scary hospital. That means that not only do I help other mares push out their little munchkins, but I also get to grow my own inside me for a living! They’re odd jobs, I know. A lot of people tell me that. But it’s a job I enjoy, and it pays really well too! I may also have a special little kink for pregnancies too. What? Everyone else gets to have their own weird fetishes! Stop laughing! My goal is to change Equestria’s mindset about having children. In today’s world, ponies aren’t making babies as much as they were anymore. Where once one could see both life old and new wandering a town or a city, now colts and fillies are near non-existent. Be it because of pain, stress, or just a new social mentality, Equestria’s population is dropping. And the hospitals and insurance bureaus aren't exactly making it appealing. So that's where I come in. Sunshine Smiles, professional surrogate mother and midwife, at your service! “Deep breaths, Miss Heartstrings. Slow deep breaths. You’re doing very good, the head’s almost out! Just a few more contractions and you’ll be holding your baby!” I massage Lyra Heartstrings’ swollen laboring belly as she moans and whines, laying on her side atop a queen-sized yellow bed. Between her thighs is the light blue head of an infant, a lavender mane still partially caught inside Lyra’s tight and moist love hole. Next to me holding her hoof is Bon Bon, face filled with worry and regret. “Oh my gosh, Lyra, I’m so sorry! You shouldn’t be the one in pain, it should be me! Why didn’t I insist on carrying the baby?” Lyra winces but shakes her head. “D-don’t worry, Bonny. T-this ain’t nothing! It’s just a little pain, gaah, no biggie. I’d feel much worse if it were you in pain, ack! Oh boy, This one is going to be a big one!” She lets out a quiet but pained whine as her gut shrinks and contracts. Bon Bon begins to panic again. “I-Is there anything more you can do? Maybe help push on her stomach?” I shake my head. “It’s better for her if I let her body do it’s processes naturally. If I push from the outside, I could either hurt the baby both physically and mentally or cause a tear in her walls from pushing it too quick.” Bon Bon stares at Lyra’s scrunched and agonized face, utterly helpless to do anything other than watch as her wife endures unthinkable amounts of pain. I poke her. “There’s still the, um, ‘orgasmic birth option’. If you’re willing to reconsider.” The candy-themed mare looks between me and her lover, unsure. “I...I don’t know. It’s just, it’s just so weird. I don’t know if I could live with myself if-” Lyra wails, practically screaming. “F-fine, we’ll do it! W-what do you need me to do?” I smile. “You can start by giving Miss Heartstrings a kiss, a deep messy one is preferred.” She thinks for a second before giving me a determined nod, moving up closer to the bed and cradling Lyra’s head. The contraction ends, giving Lyra about ten seconds tops to coherently think. She opens her eyes to see her mate, seductively licking her lips. “...Bon Bon?” “Time to have some fun, honey,” Bon Bon whispers, before planting a kiss on her surprised wife. Lyra’s eyes are confused, but eventually just sinks into their tongue wrestling, whatever. I’ve never kissed anyone before, I don’t know the details of what they’re probably doing! I waddle over to Lyra’s rear where the foal was crowning a quarter of the way out. Lifting up Lyra’s legs, I grab ahold of Lyra’s plump and soft milk-filled teats, carassing one while suckling on the other. Lyra moans even louder. Her little blue baby squeezes a little further out as the next contraction cycles again. Her pushing intervals are about one second apart, I think. I pull on her nipples in tandem with the contractions. Lyra gasps and breaks the kiss. “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, so many feelings, so many sensations! Ooooh, this feels sooo much better! Why, why didn’t we do this earlier?” Bon Bon opens her mouth to reply but Lyra plants her own deep kiss back. Not even two seconds before they start caressing each other’s hooves and flanks, bellies in Bon Bon’s case. I giggle as two moan in tandem. She’s going to absolutely love what I do next. With a mischievous smile, I suckle not on her nipple, but on her nerve-filled clit, the most sensitive spot on her body. Lyra quakes with pleasure, forgetting about the pain completely. Our little three way orgy goes on for about another five minutes before Lyra breaks the kiss again. “I… I feel something coming… I… I think I’m about to cum!” Perfect. Bon Bon nibbles on Lyra’s ear as she pants. “Nnnggh! I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum while giving birth! OhmygodOhmygod!” The babies’ head is halfway out, just need one more good push. Smacking my lips, I give Lyra’s hot pink clitoris one quick swipe with my tongue before planting a big sloppy kiss, suckling and carassing her mammaries. Lyra goes stiff, crying a loud moan. Ecstasy fills the air. “I’M CUMMING!” Her body shudders as her orgasm overtakes her, engulfing her entire being. Her womb makes one last lust filled contraction and ejaculates the baby out into my hooves, water flooding out of her love hole like one big squirt and making a mess all over the floor. “It’s a healthy girl!” I exclaim to the pair. I hand the pegasus filly to Lyra, who I think is still a little overwhelmed from the exertion and the pleasure of her labor. Lyra starts crying, Bon Bon cuddles her mate, caressing Lyra’s mane. “She’s so beautiful…” Lyra whispers. “I’ll name her… I think I’ll name her Tootsie Flight…” I nod. “That’s a cute name. I think it fits for a cute baby. But we’re not done yet!” Bon Bon tilts her head. “We’re not?” “Nope! Still gotta get that placenta out. You know, the sack of meat that connects the baby to the mother?” As if on cue, Lyra winces as her deflated (but not completely) empty belly starts pushing again. “Owww.” I laugh. “Ready for round 2?” I chirp, sticking my tongue out. Lyra eagerly nods. “Thank you so much for helping us deliver the baby, I don’t know what we’d do without you.” Bon Bon continues to thank me as the both of us stand under her front door balcony. I blush in embarrassment from all her compliments. "Oh, th-thank you. It's nothing, ma'am. Just doing what I was paid to do, that’s all." “Oh, don’t be so modest! Even if you were paid to do it, you were really good at what you were doing. Lyra’s always being a troublemaker, always wanting to do things that aren’t normal. Have you seen the way she sits sometimes? And to be even more rebellious to try a home birth!” I giggle a little as Bon Bon rants about all the pet peeves she has with her wife. Bon Bon calms down a bit. “In the end though, we were really lucky to hear about you. I’m so afraid of what could’ve happened if she tried doing the labor by herself, neither of us know a thing about labors.” “Well, I guess we can say we know that she enjoyed it,” I joke. Both of us laugh a little at the memory of the squealing green mare. “So, how far along are you yourself? Got an estimate on how much time left?.” “H-huh?” I’m caught off by the question. “Oh, sorry. I was asking about your own baby, since you seem to be just as big as Lyra was before her water broke and ruined my rug. If you don’t mind me asking that is.” I ‘oh’ in acknowledgement. Well, I guess there was no consequence in telling her. “Well, if you really wanna know, I’m actually due today,” I reply without pause, taking emphasis on my condition by showing off my large pregnant belly. I can feel my cramped womb squeeze bit by bit as the braxton-hicks slowly dilate my cervix, millimeter by millimeter. “I’ve been having contractions since yesterday.” Her mouth drops, her shocked expression making me blush in embarrasment. I rub my baby-filled tummy in circles to ease the slight achiness surrounding my enlarged womb, strong packed abdominal muscles helping to weaken the amniotic sac inside in preparation for labor. I wince a little as the baby decides to start moving all around my insides, kicking back and forth, irritated by all the contractions. “O-oh! A-are you in p-pain? D-do you n-need me to go get someone, o-or?” I laugh. “I’m perfectly fine, it really doesn’t hurt that bad for me. I’ve got it all under control, labor shouldn’t start until at least an hour from now.” Leaning in a little closer, I whisper, “To be honest, I kinda like all the movement. Especially the water-breaking and pushing part.” It’s Bon Bon turn to start blushing, although it only lasts for a brief second before she takes on a deadpan look. “You’re weird like Lyra, you know that?” “Ehh, yeah…” I need to stop trusting people so quickly, and sharing all the weird things about me. No wonder I don’t have a lover. To my surprise, she smiles back at me. “I like weird folks. I think we’ll get along just fine.” “O-oh, that’s a relief. Um, I tend to blabbler really easily, but can you keep what I said a secret? I prefer getting to know people before people start learning things about me.” She nods. “Of course! That’s what friends are for, right?” she replies, offering a hoof towards me. I smile and accept her hoofshake. “Friends.” I’m reminded again of my busy time table as another contraction ripples down from my spine and around my gut. I wince and moan a little, shuffling between my hooves. “I-I should start heading home, don’t wanna to end up having the baby in the middle of the road.” I depart somewhat awkwardly without leaving some sort of closing words. Bon Bon doesn’t seem to mind however, and waves with a smile. “Bye! Remember, you’re always welcome! Come by and visit for dinner sometime!” I wave back. “I will!”