Baby Blues

Prince Blueblood awoke to a massive hangover; quite possibly the most severe one he had ever had. An awkward groan escaped his pale lips as he lifted his head from the sink pillow. He must have had too much to drink last night. Grumbling, he rolled off of the bed and staggered to the bathroom to freshen up. He looked in the mirror and saw an awful sight; his hair was disheveled and tangled, his cheeks looked pale and wane, and dark lines were chiseled beneath his eyes. The furious pounding in his head wasn't helping much either.

Sighing, the prince stepped into the shower and twisted the knobs, letting a cascade of water immerse him. Wetting his mane, he squeezed a dollop of shampoo into his hoof and thoroughly massaged it into his scalp until he was sure he had gotten to the roots. He rinsed the suds out of his mane and repeated the process with his tail, then his fur. When he had finished, he turned off the water and stepped out to dry off.

After buffing himself dry with a towel, he levitated a brush up to his face to untangle the knots that were knit into his mane and tail. It took a few minutes, but he managed. Gelling his hair back and tying on his prized tie, Blueblood completed his morning routine by brushing his teeth.

As soon as he was done, the prince trotted out of his room and into the long corridors of the castle. Although he had taken some medicine to remedy his pounding headache, it was still there. He winced, but ignored it. Blueblood walked into the dining room to eat some breakfast. When he got there, he noticed that Spike, Princess Twilight’s assistant, walking out, holding a tray of food in his claws.

“Good morning Blueblood…” Spike greeted, albeit warily.

“Good morning, Spike. May I ask where Princess Twilight may be?” Blueblood inquired. He desperately wanted to find her and apologize for what had happened the night before, and then he wanted to woo her into wedding him.

“She’s in her room sleeping. She’s suddenly really sick. I think it must have been something she did last night. She asked me to bring her a light breakfast and then talk to the Princesses about their meeting.” Spike explained, eyeing Blueblood. He definitely suspected something surreptitious about him, but he wasn’t going to be too hard on him.

“Oh…that’s too bad.” Blueblood replied, nonchalantly looking around the room. “Blast! She’s sick. Oh well, maybe if she feels better later I can entice he into becoming my bride.” He thought.

“So…I guess I’ll see you later, Blueblood.” Spike said, walking past the prince.

Blueblood sighed and took a seat at the dining table, where a waiter immediately appeared next to him to serve him. After ordering a small breakfast of tangerine tossed salad, Blueblood got to thinking. He wondered, whatever happened to that Trixie girl he met at the Gala last night? He faintly remembered kissing her at one point along with three other mares, but the rest of the night was a blur.

He had passed out before he could remember anything else. As he ate his breakfast, he was determined to find this mare. But then he remembered Twilight. He loved Trixie, but he simply couldn’t marry a dirty old pony off of the street! At least Twilight was already of royalty. But there was something about Trixie that made his heart grow wings and soar.

Conflicted, he ate his meal in thoughtful silence.

Twilight lay in her bed, eyes closed and muscles relaxed. She felt so confused. After having a bout with her sudden morning sickness, her stomach finally calmed down and allowed her to rest. The princess kept having random flashes of the events from the night before. She remembered chatting with her friends and the Princesses, having such a good time until Blueblood appeared. She could remember little bits and pieces of the argument between her, Trixie, Rarity, and Blueblood, then Pinkie came into the picture with glasses of her special punch. But everything after that was a blur.

Visions of her ravenously straddling and grappling Blueblood while passionately twirling tongues with him flitted past her. She couldn’t quite figure out where she was or when this had actually happened, or if she was having some kind of weird Déjà vu. Twilight felt sick to her stomach again, but thankfully she didn’t feel like she was going to throw up again.

“Twilight?” A familiar voice spoke. Twilight opened her eyes. Spike had returned with some food for her; a light meal of toast, rice water, and orange juice. The purple dragon smiled at her, “Here Twi. I got you some breakfast like you asked. I also requested the chef to make the toast extra light, just like you always want it.”

“Thank you, Spike.” Twilight said, smiling weakly as she took the tray and nibbled on the toast. “What’s with the rice water though?”

“Oh, the chef said that it would make you feel better. And the orange juice would give you some energy to get you through the day.”

“Oh, good. Thank you again, Spike.”

“No problem, Twi. I’m gonna go talk to the Princesses now. You just relax, ‘kay?”

“…Okay, Spike. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.”

With that Spike left the room. Twilight smiled. “He’s such a good friend.” Her smile faded, however, replacing it with a slight frown. She sighed, putting her hoof to her forehead, “Just what exactly happened last night that could have caused all these weird visions?” The image of her and Blueblood making out was stuck in her head. It kept replaying itself over and over like a broken record player.

Overwhelmed, the purple alicorn, finished her toast and took a few sips of rice water and orange juice before she set the tray aside and curled up underneath her blanket, clutching her stomach. For some reason she had an emotional attachment to her stomach, as if she was trying to protect it from the world. Whimpering, Twilight whispered to herself, “Am I going crazy again?” She slowly rubbed circles across the surface of her stomach. “Oh Celestia. When will it end?”

“Oh Gummy, what am I gonna do?” A straight-maned Pinkie Pie asked, her head diving over the toilet bowl as her stomach revolted again. Her alligator companion blinked twice, remaining silent. Pinkie sighed, “No Gummy…I don’t think so.” She said, as if she was having a full-on conversation with her gator friend.

“What is causing all of this? Did I put too much sugar in that cupcake? No, that couldn’t be true. You can never get enough sugar!” Pinkie exclaimed. Her stomach was finally starting to simmer down, much to her relief. She had vomited many times before due to eating too many sweets, but this was different. She didn’t feel the same.

Flushing the toilet, the pink pony trotted out of the bathroom and went to lay down on her bed. Gummy attempted to hop up on the mattress with her, but she pushed him back down. “Sorry Gummy, but I don’t want to get you sick if I’m sick too.” She croaked. Gummy merely blinked and walked away.

Pinkie heaved another deep sigh, splaying out across the bed. “Was it something in the punch?” She thought all of a sudden. No, it couldn’t be. She had only put in a little! …Okay, maybe she put in a little more than she should have, but she didn’t think that it would make a difference.

Suddenly Pinkie shot up, her mane thriving as it returned to its normal, poofy state. A memory from the previous night had just occurred to her. She was at the Gala, in one of the restrooms, hugging and kissing mounting a stallion. She couldn’t make out who he was, but she knew that they were definitely doing something naughty together. Pinkie blushed. She couldn’t believe she had done that!

“Oh no…what have I done? I need to talk to someone about this! Maybe Twilight would understand…she might know who that stallion was! She was greeting everyone at the Gala, surely she’ll know who he might be if I tell her!” Pinkie exclaimed. She jumped off the bed, ready to zoom off towards the closest train station until her stomach reacted once again. Gagging, Pinkie rushed back to the bathroom.

“Maybe I’ll tell her later…”

“Rarity? Are you okay?” Sweetie Belle’s inquisitive voice called out as she knocked on the bathroom door. After a little while things had gone quiet and it worried her. The little filly knocked again, only to hear Rarity scream, “I’M FINE, SWEETIE BELLE! JUST…LEAVE ME ALONE FOR NOW!”

“Oh…okay…” Sweetie said, smiling sneakily. She pretended to trot away, stomping the floor with her hooves. Rarity went quiet, thinking that maybe her sister would leave her in peace now. All of a sudden the filly burst through the door, “Aha! I—“

Sweetie Belle froze and stared in rapt fascination and utter shock at her sister. Rarity was sitting on the toilet, holding a tiny stick in her hand. A tiny pink plus sign, she could make out.

“Rarity, what are you doing?” Sweetie asked, wanting to delve deeper into the mystery.

“N-nothing, Sweetie Belle. Why don’t you just go wait out in the hall; I’ll…I’ll explain later.”

The unicorn filly nodded, her eyes fixated on the tiny little stick. What did the plus sign mean? She walked out of the bathroom and trotted down the stairs in a daze.

“And so…now…Trixie thinks that she is…eh…expecting.” Trixie explained to the chubby, tan-colored unicorn with red hair and yellow eyes.

“Oh my goodness, you poor thing!” Roses, Snips’ mother, exclaimed sympathetically. She pulled the blue unicorn into a hug, “When did this happen?”

“Trixie is unsure about that…” Trixie sighed.

“What do you mean? Wait…do you know the father?” Roses asked with wide eyes.

Trixie shook her head, earning another wail from the tan pony. “Oh honey! I’m so sorry!” Another tight hug.

“So…Trixie’s gonna have a baby? Can I be the godfather?!” Snips yelled excitedly.

“I…Trixie will think about it.” Trixie whispered, putting a hoof on her stomach. “Trixie cannot believe that this is happening. Tomorrow Trixie will schedule a doctor’s appointment.”

“That’s a wonderful idea, honey. Now would you like something to eat? You’re welcome to stay with us for as long as you need!” Roses offered.

“Trixie would very much appreciate the hospitality, yes. Thank you.” The blue unicorn smiled uneasily, tapping her stomach with the tip of her hoof. As soon as Roses and an excited Snips left the room Trixie thought aloud, "How am I going to do this? Will I be a good mother? I was a terrible magician...oh Celestia, I'm gonna be a horrible mother."

She shook her head, "What am I thinking?! I can't be pregnant! I've never slept with anypony before. It can't be possible...but what about those visions I had this morning? What did they mean?" Sighing, Trixie looked down at her belly again. "If there is a little foal in there...and if you can hear me...I just want to say I'm sorry." A single tear seeped out of the border of her eye, dripping onto her stomach.