Forgetting Last Night

A flushing sound could be heard as the alicorn waltzed out of the bathroom and towards the bed, plopping herself down next to her dragon mate. He sat idly by, waiting for her to return, reading a book to pass the time.

“You were in there for a long time. That’s the third morning you’ve had nausea after waking up, maybe you should see a doctor,” he mentioned, closing the book.

She slumped her back against the headboard and pulled the covers up to her neck. “Well, I didn’t want to worry you, but I saw one yesterday,” replied the alicorn as she turned her dizzied gaze to the dragon.

“And?”

The alicorn levitated something the size of a popsicle stick into his line of sight. “She gave me one of these,” she answered sleepily.

“A pregnancy test?” He read aloud, noticing the label that stuck to the white stick.

“I sincerely doubt a pony can get pregnant by a dragon, but morning sickness is a common thing for early stages of pregnancy.” She shrugged it off, placing the test between them.

He moved a claw over to her face, brushing the back of his hand against her cheek. “Wouldn’t that be interesting, first pony to ever have been impregnated by a dragon. To think, it was already awkward enough explaining our situation to our friends, I can’t imagine how they’ll take this.”

“Let’s just wait until the results come back. It’s supposed to show two pink lines if I am pregnant, and I’d rather not start imaging the awkwardness this early in the morning,” replied the alicorn, closing her eyes and crossing her forelegs against her chest.

“How long do we have to wait?”

“Not long, you impatient brood,” she sarcastically replied.

The dragon lowered an elbow below the sheets, moving his hand like a snake until it finally grasped onto her thigh. She let out a squeal as his cold hand was warmed by the heat of her flower. “How about a little dragon tongue to pass the time?”

She quickly levitated the test out of the way and then said, “You’re such a horny thing. Fine, fine. You know I’d never pass up that marvelous tongue.”

He closed the gap between them, lowering his head beneath the sheets as her forelegs pressed him down between her thighs. As he began to work his tongue, she lost her magical concentration, dropping the pregnancy test onto the end table. Just as it settled, the screen clicked and changed to two pink lines.