Loving Mother

This is a work of fiction and My Little Pony Friendship is Magic is property of Hasbro. Keep in mind this is an AU and has some differences.

Fancy Pants sat in a chair just outside a medical office, but not just any office it was the director of a renowned Germaney fertility clinic. He looked around the empty receiving area, but it was not the kind of empty that would sell doom but the emptiness of promise. The clinic may not have been a business as such but the scientist researching there still needed money to run their researches, to pay everypony under their employ and that was what he was counting on. Many a business stallion in his place would have been quaking their horseshoes over the fact that he was sitting outside the door with a case full of ingots, Platinum ingots that is.

Silver Jangle, Golden Bits, and then Platinum Ingot. Most ponies never use or even see a Platinum Ingot their entire life. Most use just Bits, I would prefer them myself but I need…, Fancy paused his inner monologue for a moment in searching for the right words. Impact, that’s the word. Fancy knew that this part in his plan would make everything his wife was doing a success. Their new foals would be able to be part of this world as his and his beloved wife’s legitimate offspring without any trouble. This clinic was new and did not have any government connections, so at the moment it would be perfect to acquire all the paperwork they needed. “I wonder how my dear wife is doing?” He said aloud as he turned his head to the nearest window. Fancy Pants knew that if they wanted their foals to be officially recognized by the crown so that nopony would question their legitimacy.

The door opened up a large stallion, he had strong features, that were all manicured with perfectly manicured hooves and styled mane. The stallion was dressed in a fine business suit that was covered with the revered and respect white lab coat of his profession . This was no scientist, Fancy Pants knew, this was a sales pony, he was a front that they use to try and get ponies to invest in their enterprise, and that’s was just what he needed.

“You must be Mr. Fancy Pants, I’m Doctor Fine’n Certain ” The stallion said in Equlinish that was heavily accented with Germanic. He gave Fancy a hard hoof shake which was a good sign. “Please, come in and we can talk in private.”

“Of Course Doctor Certain.” Fancy said with a secret smile and picked up his hefty case.

“What that for?” Doctor Certain asked pointing a hoof at the case.

“We will need it for the business that we will be discussing.”

Fancy took his seat at a round table, Fancy looked around this office and smiled at the atmosphere it was conveying. It too was a deliberate choice on the part of the clinic, as would gave the illusion of power and intimacy with their prospective patients all at the same time.

“Now what can we professionals at New Dawn Raisers Fertility Experts do for you?” the representative asked. Fancy knew that the good ‘Doctor’ Certain was just a figurehead, they use to help put clients and investors at ease, but in actuality he likely knew little to nothing about actual science and that would worked out for what he needed.

“In a very real sense, it is rather what I can do for you too.”

“How is that? Mr. Fancy Pants?”

“You see, my wife and I want to have foals, but it seems we can not, or rather our chances are very slim.” Fancy started.

“That’s where New Daw Raisers can help! It is our mission in life to help those that can not have foals to allow them to be the parents they have always dreamed to...” Doctor Certain started, but Fancy held up a hoof to interrupt him.

“In a way you already have.” Fancy Pants opened. He needed to put this pony off kilter, but not so much that he would shut Fancy Pants out.

Doctor Certain looked at him puzzled, but Fancy didn’t let anything show. “Please, explain what you mean Mister Fancy Pants Why are you here, in a fertility clinic if you already have foals?”

“You see my dear sir,I am here because sometime ago my wife use your technique on herself, without my help, or my knowledge until the deed was done.” He let that hang in the air.

“She, she did what?” Doctor Certain said baffled at what he just heard not trying to raise his voice, but Fancy could see the surprise on his face.

“Yes, she did and the results were quite amazing,” Fancy smiled. “And that in fact she even had a number of foals, quite a lot of them in fact.”

“How?!” Doctor Certain exclaimed and then trying to regain his composer. “My good sir we are not held responsible by the… May I ask what happened?” Doctor Certain asked. Fancy could hear the fear in his voice from the idea of the possible use performance of an unsupervised medical treatment of their pattentend technique, and the potential risk to their reputation.

Now, Fancy knew that they he had to push his advantage. “Yes, my lovely wife gave birth to several foals in actuality. All appear healthy and they seem also more developed than they should be, if that makes sense to you?” Fancy knew it did. He had did his research after all, there was a slim margin in which either multiple foals could be born or that they were born more developed. That was with the proper alchemical arcane medical treatment and the proper technicians working with a high risk case, like Fleurs. He knew that Doctor Certain would believe that his beloved Fleur had done it by herself. Fancy could already think that his mind was in a tailspin. Fancy has the stick now for the carrot, and what Fancy had would get him all that he needed official documents hee needed to help his wife, birthcetifcets and medical papers and such.

“Now, now none of that. My wife and I were desperately trying to have foals, we were quite desperate to have them you see. This accident which you may think is bad for your organization is in actuality a boon for me and for you.” Fancy reached into his jacket and pulled a photo out. It showed an older mare of a noble demeanor and dress. Fancy as a young colt was to once side of her while to the other side was six fillies each a different color. There were two pegasus, one brozen another silver. Then there were two unicorn a golden and another was a pail blue. Finally there was two earth ponies an emerald one and another ruby colored. “I come from a large family myself, you see, and I wish to have such a thing for myself. As for my wife she was only foal in her family and was quite lonely and, well, she had always wanted to be a mother. So, for us it was a great mistake that was intolerable. Don’t you believe that I would like to thank the ponies that help make this miracle happen?” Now smile, and lift your head, for effect. Fancy thought, so he smiled and lifted his head slightly.

“But your wife must be very sick, to have used treatment without any proper medical ministration what so ever, she must need a lot of psychological help for such a stunt!?” Doctor Certain stammered scared of what he just heard. “Why wouldn’t you blame us…”

“Now, Now, “Fancy Pants chided”this is where I must share something with you,” Fancy lifted his case up and opened it, still not showing the content to the good Doctor. Fancy lifted a small decanter out of the case. “This is a fortification potion that I have made for my wife. This is one of the things I think may have helped her and not to mention my wife’s own spell. More to the point, that it looks bad for you that some pony could copy your ‘patent’ technique, but worse for me still that my wife did it to herself. It will make her look like she showed bad judgment and that might cause ponies to come and take away our new family, you understand. Now, you see my problem dear doctor and I might think we could help each other in an mutually beneficial arrangement.” Fancy moved the case closer so that Doctor Certain could better see what was inside. It revealed a small slot for the decanter but a solid wall of silver-white bars each with the seal of Equestria. “I’d say that what I ask for is easily done in comparison I can help back your research with this.” Fancy saw Doctor Certain’s eyes almost explode form his head. I’ve got you now. Fancy thought.

“Did your wife keep a journal?” Doctor Certain asked.

“I believe that Haypenny is the keeper of such records. Well, what do you say my position and the platinum Ingots…”
“No.” Doctor Certain stated flatly.

This surprised the business pony. “NO?”

“Yes, I said No. While your money would be good, I want that potion, the spell and most of all the records. The Ingots are just frosting on the cake, but I first want the cake. So unless you can give me all three then I must turn down your offer,” His voice lowered. “And your wife may suffer the stigma, that she owned by herself, of crazy. Then you can watch as your new foals taken from you. Now, are you going to give me the cake and if you still want to I’ll have the frosting too. What will it be?”

Fancy did not like, he did not like being pushed around in any business deal. Fancy knew that he would punish this stallion but for now he needed the help of the clinic. “Very well, I’ll give you to them. I’ll try and convince my wife to give you the spell.”

“Good, we will have a deal when I have the spell. Until then the Ingos can stay with a third party until you do.” Doctor Certain added.

“Very well, then it’s a deal of sorts.” Fancy gave a smile but held his anger in check.

Fancy was liveited and he did not like it. IT was one thing to lose in business but to be bullied in a deal. Now he was going to find something to crush that stallion later. Leaving the office he was not happy but he kept his composer. Fancy had a lawyer form the Gremaney’s branch of the law firm. While he was in his silent fuming state Fancy did not notice the figure that he was heading his way.
“Excuse me, are you Mr. Fancy Pants.” A feminine voice got his attention
Fancy looked for the voice for a brief moment that was when his eyes fell on what looked like a filly. “Excuse me?” Fancy was surprised at what he was looking at. He could not believe what he was seeing

Fancy looked down at filly with a smile on his face. “Hello, little Ms. What are you doing?”

“I am not a foal good sir. I am Doctor Zygote founder and head of this establishment.” A full grown mare’s voice came from the filly’s mouth.

“Excuse me?” Fancy Pants were surprised at what he heard.

“What, Don’t believe me?” The ‘Doctor’ asked.
“Well, Well…” Fancy Pants was trying to think about what he was just told.
“All right, let's begin.” Doctor Zygote sighed. Then in clear and devised tone she began to explain complex genetic theory. Fancy pants was more than a little flabbergasted at what he was seeing.

“Yes, well, you see I suffer from a rare genetic abnormality and I am a full grown mare in a filly body. Now to business, I know that you must be quite upset. Please calm yourself, Doctor Certain may have been a little forced but we were in dire straits. Please, would you sit with me?” The filly size mare asked.
The two took a seat in a well decorated reception area and the two sat opposed to each other. It was strange to see a filly dressed as a scientist with her id badge still hanging for it’s corner.

“ Let me first say that I am sorry that Doctor Certain was harsh on you but he knew that we needed the information. You see he is not as…, well versed as we are so we had him be the figurehead to talk to our potential clients. I am guessing you understand why we have him do it and not myself or one of our team?”

Fancy looked at her for a brief moment Fancy realized what the doctor was trying to say. “Are the rest of your fellow Doctors like you?” Fancy asked.

“I am afraid to say that is correct. As I am unable to have foals because it would simply kill me, I decided to dedicate my actions in helping other ponies being able to have foals. Well, I know there are other ways but at least I can help in some fashion. The other doctors are not exactly like me, but in various states where they would also be unable to have foals of their own, like myself. Thought we can not bare foals ourselves we help others do it.”

“Why is he so concerned about being equal among you?” Fancy questioned

“Well, you see we called him just for the fact he could be used as such. He has been feeling a little inadequate compared to us, so he was hope that he could bring something that would make him seem like equals in our eyes. I think it was his hope that he could be let in on our groundbreaking discoveries. He is not bad, but he is nowhere near our abilities so he wants to see himself as an equal.”

“I see? SO, is he any good? I mean he wishes to be apart of your group?” Fancy Pants asked.

“Sort of, he has some ability but he is not at the same level.” Doctor Zygote asked.

A wicked idea came into his mind and Fancy started. “Well, Then I would like him to be on the team,” Fancy stated. “So that I can show him that I have controle.”

Doctor Zygote nodded. “I see, I will make it so. Please know that we would like all that information it would improve our process and I assure you we would help and ‘correct’ the records for your foals. Does that sound good?”

“Yes, quite. I am glad that we were able to come to some sort of agreement.” Fancy nodded.

Fancy was help, he would be able to get the birth records for his new foals and would even get revenge on Doctor Certain. The two of them had parted ways. His new plan would come together later and Fancy Pants smiled and started to think to himself. That’s good, I think I’ll introduce him to some of those ‘gold digging’ mares I keep around. They’ll get my revenge for me. Fancy made his way back to The Fairy Dragon “No Stallion gets the Better of Sir Fancy Pants.” He muttered with a sinister grin.

On The Fairy Dragon Fany took a seat at the co-pilot seat. He took a deep breath in and out. “I think I want to go visit Mummzy.” He said aloud.
Skyway looked at him. “Sir, could would rest a little?”

Fancy raised an eyebrow. “Are you tired?”

Skyway nodded nervously at his employer. Fancy in turn just smiled and sighed. “Your right I still need my old masters Position so why don’t we take a bit of a rest at a hotel.”

“Thank you sir, and don’t worry I make sure we get to your mother’s home once we are nice and rested.”

“That’s good my fine sir. Let’s get some rest.”