Fill My Heart Up With Sunshine:

Apparently, I had woken up early, just like I did yesterday. Just like then, my mane is flat. I realised, there was something I had to do, and some pony wouldn't exactly be ecstatic about, what I'm about to do, either. I could say as much.

I went downstairs, picking up a few Cup-Cakes, peeled hem off and chewed them down, only to wash them down with a glass of juice. After I had cleaned up after myself, I went upstairs.

Once I had closed the door to my room, I unceremoniously open the sipper, and step through, only to find myself in the bed room of Filthy Rich. Naturally I knew where I am, but they don't know I'm here, not just yet.

Here's the shocker, he had a Mistress in the room with him, and she lay by his side. I guess I couldn't blame him, right. Not for the Mistress, but for everything else, and now he will have time to regret it, even if he may not realise why, just yet.

I stepped up to the side of his Mistress, readied the blade and placed it on her belly, just down between her legs. She didn't feel it, before I pressed it in and pulled it all the way up to her throat. Inside I found something that may have been a surprise, but I pulled out the foal, cut her free and placed her on Filthy's belly.

Now, if her pregnancy wasn't a surprise to him, the foal on his belly sure should ruin his mood, wouldn't it? If it didn't, it would prove just what kind of a Stallion he was.

“Sorry Mistress, but this is how this cookie crumbled!” I told her, before I slipped out of the room and sipped behind me.

Thankfully, I had managed not to spill a single drop of her blood on the floor, and none on the floor of my room either. Any other pony would call it miraculous, by any account, but I had even managed to wash myself off, before I went down to have a glass of juice, before I started my day.

Thankfully the poor mare had lost consciousness, mere seconds later, since the pain from her belly would have been pure hell on her, had she stayed conscious for any longer.

Blood flowed freely from the long cut all the way along her body, she was losing it pretty quickly, and by the time Filthy woke up, it was basically too late. His Mistress never had a chance to speak a word of what she was told. If it had made any difference on Filthy Rich, aside from the detail, knowing who had ripped his family apart.

What had woken him up, is the wet body on his belly. A poor fillie, never to know her mother. The fillie whose father would never know peace, ever again.

Filthy Rich had never been a cold Stallion, he is merely taking care of his business the best he could and it had forced him to do what had to be done, even when it made him step on hooves, or even trample ponies right and left.

Only this morning was the time for him to pay for his deeds, and see what he was doing, and it certainly wasn't pretty. He tried to stay quiet, sobbing over what he could never have. He saw the blood of his mistress, and then her cut up belly.

There was no saving her, and the day is ruined. He simply lacked the will to rise out of his bed. Why bother going up?

Only then the unthinkable happened, but it was inevitable. The door slid up and Diamond Tiara sneak into the room, maybe she had knocked, none had listened, he had not cared.

What came next is the scream, as she saw her father heartbroken on the bed. All the blood not just covering the bed and his mistress. Blood was under the bed, since the mattress couldn't contain it all. A scream was all she could muster, she wasn't expecting all the blood.

Her father just lay limply, sobbing, which only made her worry all the more. What could possibly have happened. Aside from the two limp adult ponies, only the incredibly small filly was moving.

If this filly lay on her fathers bead, it had to be her sister.

Only that's when Diamond finally caught wind of what had happened. She just stopped dead in her tracks. Her father's business wasn't something she pried into, knowing it was best leaving him to handle it.