Rarity Gets Pregnant And Gets An Abortion From Pinkie Pie

Rarity reclined on her couch, troubled by her current position. The small kicks in her stomach sent sharp pains through her spine, eliciting groans and thrashes of her head in response. In her agony, she thought about a possible solution. Coathangers were too painful and giving birth to the womb wallower was out of the question. Beauty is pain. The fetus will have to endure the pain in the name of her youthful figure.

Oh, but who could ever stomach (pun intended) it? It isn't exactly a common practice that's spoken of lightly. A back-alley surgeon? No, too risky. Magic? Unethical. She could do it herself? Yeah, no.

Rarity suddenly began hyperventilating at the prospect of childbirth. She would never get fucked again. She would never move to Haywaii and adopt 3 children and live in a rusty caravan with a married millionaire stallion that she would eventually poison!

No, no. There was no need for this. Life finds a way.

In situations like this, you had to look to the responsible ones. Unfortunately, the most responsible mare around was a pink baker with paranoid schizophrenia and delusions of grandeur. Truly, only in Ponyville.

Pinkie Pie twirled around in sugarcube corner, a blissful expression plastered on her features. She stopped momentarily, "Gee-wiz, I sure do hope someone will come and ask me to perform an abortion today!"

Suddenly, the bakery door swung open, a pregnant rarity proceeding to waddle through, her head hung low and small moans emanating from her mouth.

"Fuck me, you've got fat!" Pinkie exclaimed, tactful as ever.

"No, really? Maybe it's because I've got a growing, live, 6 pound organism in my womb consuming my food and ruining my curves!" She squealed, before falling on her back, her legs stuck up into the air.

"Oh, Pinkie, you must help me! My bun in the oven is burning and I need it to end!" Her vagina spasmed as her stomach was kicked repeatedly.

"Ohohoe!" Pinkie giggled, "I see! Well, you're lucky I'm a retired abortionist! Lay back, rares!"

Before Rarity could respond, the terrifying and unpredictable pink one leaped upon the table and sucked in a breath of air...

"Ohhhh.....

So, you have a small dilemma 'cause you had to break the rubber

Now you're in hysterics but you just can't stop and blubber

The only thing to do is to endure that one procedure

A solution very simple to end your fetal facer!

Maybe at the stallion banquet, you took more than your fair portion

Now your belly's swelling and it's killing your proportions!

But don't you worry, your life won't be driven to distortion!

Just step right up cause Pinkies gonna give you an abortion!

Babies are so cute but they're a pain in the patootie

And honestly having a foal is really kinda super-fruity

Plus frankly brand new mommies can be kind of smug and snootie

So bend over and let me rip that brat out of your bootie!

You don't need to worry because nobody will blame you

I've had abortions, so has Twilight and Fluttershy's had two

Plus it's a vital service that helps ponyville, who new?

Where do you think that you, my dear, get all that fancy glue?

WHEEE!"

Pinkie's chest heaved, her arms thrown up into the air in wonder, after singing her abortion number.

"Right, you fat fuck, get on to the table. I'll go get the screwdriver."

Rarity's complexion changed from white to peckerwood within milliseconds.

In that moment she learned a valuable lesson.

Eating the baby was a better decision.