The waiting room at Ponyville Hospital was busy today, so there were a lot of stallions to choose from. Pinkie was pretty indiscriminate though, so she didn't choose; she just pounced the one in nearest proximity.
Right now the lucky stallion was Thunderlane, whose shaft was throbbing hard as Pinkie stood in front of him, plot raised and head down as she openly ground her slit against him. Thunderlane grunted, blushing at the onlookers, but not complaining all the same. Screwing in public wasn’t illegal, even if it was really rude. It was a rudeness Ponyville had come to expect from Pinkie.
The reason she wasn’t in his lap and facing him was because of her giant belly, dragging the floor as she moved, the pregnancy looking as if it was ready to pop any day.
“Mmph,” Thunderlane whimpered, “So do you know whose it is?”
“I never know, silly!” Pinkie giggled, “Sometimes I can assume when it pops out though! Like if it was a blue pegasus, I’d suspect Soarin’. Soarin was neat; I gave him a cheer so he’d get better. HEY! I’ll tell you about that!” and into rapid story mode she went, others trying to keep up.
Pinkie came out of nowhere, Soarin nearly leaping from his hospital bed in surprise. He was waiting for his wing to heal at the Rainbow Falls tryouts, but it looked like Pinkie had taken a break from her ridiculously lewd cheering and public indecency to visit him. She still had her cheerleader outfit on of course, with pompoms, a megaphone, bows, and a skirt that was just long enough to frame her pussy and ass without covering anything useful up.
“Hey Soarin!” Pinkie giggled as she crawled up into the bed with him, “Have you blown your wonder rocks in Dashie’s cock sock yet? Cause she reeeeeally wants it.” Before Soarin’ could react, Pinkie had climbed up atop him, straddling him, skirt draped over his belly as her sopping wet slit ground against his sheath, which was quick to spill free.
“Uh, whoa!” Soarin’ blinked, “Well I’m not really supposed to be doing anything sexual on this trip, uh, kinda here on business. And I doubt Rainbow is that into me.”
“Are you kidding?” giggled Pinkie, sliding her slit up his now-throbbing shaft and pushing herself down over his tip, “You and Spitfire are her favorites, but you have an advantage over Spitfire cause you got some nookie to put in her cookie! Hey I know! I’ll give you a cheer so you can get better!”
Soarin’ was about to protest again, but it became difficult when he felt Pinkie slip down over his shaft like a warm, wet glove, clenching as she began to roll her hips, expert motions milking him delightfully. He meant to push her off, but his forelegs didn’t obey and he grasped her about her flanks instead to ram himself up into her. The sudden stimulation had him about to blow already, but something told him that this mare didn’t mind if he sprayed spunk all over her insides.
“Even though you fell, you’ll soon get well!” Pinkie cheered, waving her pompoms about as she bounced on his cock. “Then go grab Dashie as she squirms and blast her coochie full of sperm!” She was already convulsing orgasmically around his shaft, and didn't seem likely to stop until it was over.
“Pinkie Pie,” called Nurse Redheart, sounding unsurprised to walk in on Pinkie grinding on a random stallion and talking about her exploits, “Great to see you again; come on back.” She didn’t sound like it was great, but Nurse Redheart still had two things: her bedside manner and her dignity.
“Sure!” Pinkie hopped across the waiting room to head back into the hospital with Redheart, leaving a poor stiff stallionhood unattended.
“This wa... never mind,” Redheart started to say, but the pink pony bounced ahead, already knowing the path, “Same question as always, I guess.” Redheart commented as she flipped through a thick notepad describing Pinkie’s history as a patient.
“Same answer!” giggled Pinkie, “Hmm, maybe it’s one of those equal town ponies. I ended up with so many sockets in my hot pocket that they made me sign a waiver before leaving that I wouldn’t sue any of them for foal support.”
Starlight had bounced and the ponies of the village were celebrating their new-found happiness, but there sure wasn’t enough happy-fun-time going at the party. This had to be remedied.
Party Favor was about to stuff his face with some cake, when he suddenly found something else to stuff, as Pinkie climbed up onto the table and proudly smacked her drooling slit atop his cake to give it a layer of her own icing.
Favor was a party pony himself, so he didn’t miss a beat, grabbing hold of Pinkie’s flanks and tongue-diving to clean up the mess she’d made of her pussy. Pinkie was impatient though after having been forcibly non-slutty during her confinement, so grasped him around the neck with her tail and yanked him upwards, placing him in a nice mounting position over her.
Double Diamond was caught more off guard, eyes widening when Pinkie slurped up the cake he was eating on the other side of the table, then lapped her disturbingly long tongue all the way to lap at his sheath where he sat. His sheath responded, though the pony himself was still in shock, so Pinkie reached out her front legs to yank him upward, slurping her lips around his emerging shaft and letting it grow right back into her throat.
“I was wonderin’ when that would start,” Applejack rolled her eyes from where she sat next to Party Favor, “At least I get the best view." Watching Pinkie's pleasantly plump plot get plowed never got old.
Party Favor squealed in delight as he rammed home. Getting into Pinkie was as easy as throwing a hot dog down a hallway, but once he was inside she made up for it with incredible muscle control. He felt like her insides were doing the twist around him; so skillful that he could have just kept his hips still and gotten off just from her contractions.
Double Diamond was still wide-eyed, but didn’t fuss when Pinkie deep-throated his shaft without a hint of a gag, swallowing and milking him, like she was sucking the cum straight from his balls. He squeaked again when Favor leaned forward and kissed him over Pinkie, and the two bounced her back and forth, the first of several dozen cocks to get into her at the event.
“Someone needs to run experiments on your vaginal cavity to figure out how you don’t get chaffed,” Redheart commented, opening the door to the examination room and letting Pinkie hop in before her. “And your other cavities too, I guess.”
“Silly!” Pinkie giggled, “I didn’t come here for cavities; I go to the dentist for that!”
“Right,” Redheart had learned not to try and explain.
“Are these new beds?” Pinkie asked, hopping up onto one without needing instructions, “Are these more comfy to smack bellies in? If you had a foal cannon, I’d totally yank you on here to try!”
“If you want your little one to survive until Doctor Stable gets here, I don’t think you’ll want to be sticking anything in there.” Redheart sighed, “Now, have you fasted for the last 12 hours?”
“Yep!” nodded Pinkie, “That’s always the second hardest part! The hardest is not letting any stallions balls deep in my cutie fruity, like for days!”
“Well, we suggest you don’t have any in there at all at this point in a pregnancy,” sighed Redheart, “But I imagine that is too much to ask. Honestly I’m not even sure why you pay extra for this scan; it’s always healthy anyway.”
Pinkie sat back on the table, legs splayed out, displaying her large belly proudly, which hung low enough that she wasn’t showing much of the exit hole. Redheart squirted the lubricating gel onto Pinkie’s belly, beginning to rub it over the round belly balloon, which seemed to slosh about due to her movements. Pinkie giggled, rolling her hips a bit and chrring so much that one would think Redheart was giving her a hoofjob.
“It’s really big this time, huh,” Pinkie smiled, “I wonder if that means it’s Big Mac’s! Did you know I might be related to him?”
“I’m sure that didn’t stop you,” deadpanned Redheart.
“It sure didn’t!” smiled Pinkie, “In fact, I was the one that got him and AJ to start having Applecest!”
“Packing stuff?” Pinkie bounced behind Big Mac as he loaded the wagon, preparing for their trip to see Goldie Delicious, to theoretically confirm if Pinkie was an Apple.
“Eeeyup,” Big Mac calmly observed, turning to get another box, but pausing when he turned back to the wagon. He found Pinkie propping herself up against it, hind hooves hooked against the edge and pink bottom waggling at him.
“This might be incest!” giggled Pinkie, “Let’s not wait to find out!”
Big Mac was more accustomed to Pinkie’s antics than most stallions. The whole Apple family was, to the point that if they came outside early and caught him boning Pinkie, they’d have casually waited for him to finish. Having had her more times than he could count didn’t change the fact that she was the best hole in Ponyville, so he dropped the box and hopped right up atop her.
“Mmm,” Pinkie purred as she pushed her hips back with a practiced motion to take his tip and let him sink inside, “I wanna feel your spermies swimming my fun canal!”
Big Mac put his front hooves on either side of her and plowed, his shaft one of the few that could give Pinkie a stretch even without her clenching, not that the clenching didn’t make it even better. As his body collided with hers, balls smacking her belly with each stab, Applejack came from the house to put something in the wagon herself. She calmly loaded it, trying to look like she wasn’t watching her brother get it on.
“Does it feel better now that it might be incest?” giggled Pinkie as her hips rolled back, making lewd noises so it was harder to ignore.
“Eyup,” panted Big Mac.
“You and AJ should have some nice sibling belly-slapping then!” suggested Pinkie shamelessly, “Sibling sex is always super hot!”
The very idea seemed to drive Big Mac over the edge, overflowing Pinkie’s vagina with his usual copious load, but more quickly yanking free, leaving her thighs drooling their combined fuck honey. He huffed at AJ, who blushed brightly, glanced at the house to make sure no other family members were coming, and turned her rump to her brother.
“You shouldn’t be encouraging incest,” Redheart lectured, pointless as the effort was, “They’ll end up making two-headed foals or something.”
“Really?” Pinkie gasped, “I wanna see that! They’ll be okay though; I mean they only have one set of grandparents, and they don’t have two heads! Each, at least.” She reached a hoof over to play with Redheart’s mane as she was turning the machine on, “You made any foals yet?”
“Still no on that one,” sighed Redheart, no small amount of resentment at the fertile pink pony in her voice, “We’ve been trying, but no luck still.”
“That must be really monotonous always packin’ the same peeper, and always in only one candy pot!” said Pinkie, unintentionally heartless as she often was, though she did add when she realized Redheart’s ears were flat, “You’ll do it, I believe in you! Hey! Maybe I can send some stallions over for you to practice with!”
“No. Thank you. And for your information we do it in all my ‘pots’; I’m not a complete prude,” Redheart said between clenched teeth as she finally put the metal discs against Pinkie’s belly, sliding them over, trying not to go faster than she needed to, though likely wanting to leave.
“Maybe I can find one that looks like him so he won’t know the difference?” Pinkie offered, “I know a LOT of stallions. Your hubby-lubby is um, brown... no green with a brownish mane. Hmm... not many stallions that look like that though. That must be nice for him, since if it comes out green he’ll know for sure it’s not somepony else’s!”
“No. Thank you,” repeated Redheart. If her teeth clenched any harder they might start creaking. "You may not understand this, but we are faithful to one another."
“Faithful?” laughed Pinkie, “Being faithful doesn't mean you don't play; it just means you don't play without their permission! Lots of married ponies let each other play, though you're right, some that aren’t allowed to play, play anyway. Hay! Did I tell you about Shining Armor and Princess Cadences wedding?”
“If this is going where I think it is,” said Redheart nervously, “I’m not sure you should be talking about it.” Royal infidelity was not exactly a secret she wanted to be privy to.
“It’s fine!” Pinkie giggled, “I trust you and I didn’t Pinkie Promise I wouldn’t tell or anything!”
Shining Armor sighed, leaning against a wall in the royal suite. That was one hell of a wedding, but it was finally time for the honeymoon, which hopefully wouldn’t include any changeling participants.
“Hi!” Pinkie popped up in front of him out of nowhere, startling him so much he almost fell over. Who knows how the hell she got in their room, in Las Pegasus nonetheless, but Twilight had warned him not to try and understand the pink one.
“Um hello,” Shining chuckled nervously whispering as he didn’t want Cadence coming out of the bathroom to find him with a known slut, “Cadence is getting out of her dress and freshening up a and then um, well we’re going to need privacy. You should join us later for....”
“You should start by stuffing your junk in her trunk!” Pinkie suggested , “Here, I’ll lube you up!”
Pinkie suddenly kissed him, pushing Shining onto his hind legs with alarming strength even for an earth pony, pinning him against the wall right beside the open door to the bathroom where Cadence was freshening up. He gritted his teeth as she started to grind her whole body against him. He had been surprised that Pinkie hadn’t tackled him for a quickie before his wedding, but she must have wanted a challenge. Either way, she wasn’t likely to leave unless she got what she came for.
He turned her around, pinning her against the wall instead, her hind legs wrapping about his hips, shaft throbbing against her pleasantly chubby belly before moving down and back up into her with a lewd slurp that he really hoped Cadence couldn’t hear. He figured that he’d go gentle and quiet, but Pinkie’s expert muscle control made it hard for him to do that, and soon he was banging her twitching hips against the wall.
“What’s that knocking?” Cadence called from the bathroom.
“They’re... working on something in the next room, I think. Probably be done soon,” Shining said, trying to keep his voice from going high pitched from his rapidly approaching orgasm, and hoping Cadence didn’t poke her head out to check.
Cadence could be done at any second, but that somehow just made it exhilarating, plowing a mare he barely knew just out of line-of-sight of his new wife. Soon he was barely holding himself back from moaning.
The very idea of using another mare’s secretions to bone his wife on their wedding night sent him over quickly, blasting his load into Pinkie, making sure he was done lest any drip on the floor, then yanked free, pushing Pinkie away. A second later, Cadence came out of the bathroom, but Pinkie was nowhere to be seen.
“Did you already lube up?” winked Cadence, seeing his glistening, throbbing shaft, “I guess I know where you’re wanting to stick it first.”
“You can look at the scanner now," Redheart tried to wave Pinkie's attention back to the here and now, "A colt; just look at how healthy he is.”
It was in fact healthy, the magical scan showing him floating around in her jumbo-sized belly like a glow stick in a water balloon, kicking his cute little hind hooves from time to time, and generally squirming about. He had already turned over within her womb, head now facing in a downward direction as if ready to exit.
“So he’s really healthy huh?” asked Pinkie, bouncing on the table excitedly, the little form on the screen sloshing around a bit.
“Yes: It looks like he’s in perfect health, as usual,” Redheart told her, “He’s whole and healthy enough to survive an immediate delivery, in fact.”
“Awesome!” Pinkie wriggled excitedly, “Then I got here at the perfect time! Let me hear his little heart beat!”
Redheart kept her composure as she adjusted the machine to make the thump of the tiny heartbeat.
“Mmm,” Pinkie managed to get one front hoof around her belly and rubbed herself in time with the beat, clearly getting off on it, “What you think I should name him?”
“You could name him ‘Prattle Tale’,” Redheart gave a hint, even though she knew it would fly right over Pinkie’s head.
“You think of the best names!” nodded Pinkie, then giggled, “Just look at his cute little pecker!” She would notice that first, “That reminds me, when you do have a foal, I give the best ‘You’re legal now, let’s fuck!’ parties! Look me up when they’re ready! ...Well, I probably give the only ones... Maybe Cheese Sandwich gives them too! Hey! Remember the goof-off me and him had?”
“It’d be hard not to,” commented Redheart, “Since you did it in front of almost everypony in town.”
That wasn’t going to stop Pinkie from talking about it, though.
Pinkie had a sudden urge to sing in other languages, since she was running around atop a giant piñata as she did so. It didn’t quite work out as planned though, since it came careening down atop Rainbow’s head. The poor pegasus flopped about like a fish with her head beneath it before going still.
If it was anypony but Rainbow, Pinkie might have been worried, but Rainbow was about as hard to damage as a block of solid iron, so instead she just landed next to her and dragged her out from beneath the giant contraption by one hind leg.
“Hay!” Rainbow very narrowly resisted kicking Pinkie in the head with her free hind leg.
“That’s it!” said Pinkie, determined, “I’m bringin’ in the REALLY big guns.”
Rainbow was about to protest, but instead found herself quivering like a dog crapping jello as Pinkie spread Rainbow’s hind legs and pushed her muzzle against her pegapussy, her wickedly long tongue forcing its way inside and quite drilling into her as she tasted the Rainbow.
It wasn’t the first time Pinkie had suddenly gone down on her, though Rainbow had never asked for it. Pinkie tended to do this a lot to all of her friends, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t incredible as always. Rainbow was squealing near climax within seconds.
“Hey, no fair!” complained Cheese Sandwich, coming up behind Pinkie and shoving her face down with a hoof so firmly that her muzzle popped inside Rainbow, determined to take control if he couldn't outshine her.
Though once Cheese was atop Pinkie, their bodies sort of moved by instinct without them noticing. Pinkie spread her hind legs, wrapping her tail about Cheese’s hips as it plowed his rapidly hardened shaft balls deep, and within seconds the suction of their bodies smacking together joined the chorus of Rainbow’s moist pusspuss noises.
Then Pinkie saw it, reflected in the puddle of femme cum on Rainbow’s belly, it was a rainbow! She came to a realization...
“Hey!” Pinkie said when she finally managed to come up for air, muzzle dripping wet, “We should both do her party and have an awesome threesome!”
“Why didn’t I think of that?” Cheese marveled, “Hey, let’s boink like balloon animals!”
“Yeah let’s ...” Pinkie started, but came to the realization, “Hay! We already are!”
“Wow!” Cheese laughed, looking at his own hips as if just realizing they were there, “That’s convenient!”
Twilight closed the rule book and sighed, “Why do I even bother?”
“Yes, as I indicated, I was there,” Redheart sighed, “You know that you’re a big reason we have Twilight on three different anti-psychotics, right?” Well her bedside manner was going down the tubes, but at least she still had her dignity.
“It’s fun when other ponies watch!” Pinkie nodded, "And I should probably be on even more than that, but that wouldn't be as fun!"
As they spoke, Redheart used a cloth to wipe most of the gel off of Pinkie’s belly, though didn’t bother trying to wipe her thighs clean. She put the paddles back, returning everything to its previous locations. She finally sighed, “Come on now, let’s get you to the maternity ward.”
Redheart would have normally rolled her on the bed, but knew that Pinkie just loved walking with that giant belly. Pinkie intentionally staggered about as she walked to feel her gut slosh about inside.
“I think this is the closest a pony can feel to being a water balloon,” observed Pinkie.
“So are all ‘party ponies’ as ridiculously easy as you?” Redheart chanced asking a question The stories involving Party Favor and Cheese Sandwich having made her wonder.
“Every party pony I’ve met is,” Pinkie nodded, “It’s weird, cause you’d think the ponies with like... whore cutie marks would have the happiest hoo-ha, but it’s not true!”
“Prostitutes aren’t indiscriminant by definition,” observed Redheart, “And there’s nothing wrong with being one,” she hastily added. A mare needs to pay for medical school somehow.
"Of course not!" Pinkie nodded, "I bet a changeling would-"
Redheart more of less shoved Pinkie into the room before she started another story, closing her in and trotting away.
“There’s my favorite patient,” Doctor Stable grinned as Pinkie entered the room.
“His name is Prattle Tale!” Pinkie gleefully informed the doctor as she bounced into the room.
“Nurse Redheart named him, I’m guessing,” Doctor Stable chuckled.
Like Redheart, he didn’t bother giving Pinkie any directions. She knew just where to go, sliding herself up onto the delivery bed, even starting to strap herself in. Each hind leg was strapped in, then the bottom of the bed split, opening up keeping her legs apart too. She pulled the bar over for her to hold onto during the procedure, but also inclined her bed so that she’d be able to watch.
Of course, watching over that fat belly was a task in itself, but Doctor Stable was always nice enough to push a large mirror across from her, giving her a better view of things. He pulled the tray of tools up next to him, then pulled the bed outward so that Pinkie’s hind legs were spread wide. Pinkie squeed a bit, hips gyrating in excitement. Her slit glistened with moistures, thighs so wet with fluid that one would have thought she’d already expelled it.
Doctor Stable lowered his head, spreading Pinkie’s lips with his magic, then pushing his muzzle against her, taking several deep laps, sliding around her tunnel as he pulled it slowly open with his magic. With Pinkie, unlike with most mares, he didn’t have to pretend that there was some medical purpose in licking their pregnant pony pussies; she knew he was just perving on her and loved it. That also let him take his time with it, making sure she was nice and lubricated inside, not that she wasn’t sopping wet to begin with; Pinkie never went dry.
“This really helps me relax and think of other candidates,” Pinkie chrred, “Oh I know!”
These yaks weren’t satisfied with anything; how would Pinkie find something they liked. Wait! Everyone loved sex! So she turned around and waggled her plot at Prince Rutherford’s face.
“Hey Prince!” she giggled, “How about you try out some of our other treats!”
The prince didn’t complain at first, shrugging before mounting up atop the crazy pony. It took him a few jabs, perhaps to anatomical differences, but eventually managed to sink in. He was quite large, Big Mac size, and Pinkie was immediately squeeing in joy.
However, Prince Rutherford wasn’t as satisfied, “This no feel like yak pussy! Yaks mad!”
Though Pinkie had accomplished one thing. Instead of wrecking their environment, they wrecked Pinkie. She ended up getting jackhammered by all of them in turns for the next few hours.
Pinkie cut herself off before she described more as she came to an obvious realization, “No wait... that definitely wasn’t it.”
“I suppose you want it done without magical assistance as usual,” Doctor Horse asked.
“Mmm, yep!” Pinkie nodded excitedly, “Manually restart the foal factory!”
That was fine, because he enjoyed doing it with his mouth. He pulled out a long tool that expanded into a claw on one end, but closed the claw all the way at first, leaving just a point. He pushed it between her lips, sliding it deeper until it lodged against her cervix. That wasn’t very hard to push through with Pinkie.
“Mmm I feel Prattle kicking,” Pinkie groaned, arching her back as her front hooves slid all over her wobbling belly, “Yank that cutie pie from the pussy pie.” She rolled her hips, literally fucking the tool, hind legs shivering.
It was awkward for him to work with her fucking herself on his tool, but Doctor Stable knew that it wouldn’t do any good to tell her to hold still, and he had gotten better at moving his head with the movements of her hips. Normally he’d have to jab until he got the fetus facing down, but didn’t need to since it was so late in Pinkie’s pregnancy. He expanded the claw slightly while it was half way into her cervix, forcing it open and allowing a stream of embryonic fluid to flow out into the bio-waste container situated beneath her.
Pinkie felt her body convulse in a contraction, a nice soothing vibration through her body like she was getting a massage from the inside, and moaned in response, “Wait!” she instructed, taking a moment to push on her belly, the fluid pouring out more rapidly, the doctor backing his head off a bit, leaving the tool there inside her as he waited for her to finish. Pinkie only stopped when she was empty enough to actually feel the fetus as she rubbed over her belly, the bulge that was him the only thing expanding her now. “Now,” Pinkie’s voice quivered with excitement.
Doctor Stable took the tool again and twisted it, opening it more slipping it around the head of the fetus, which was much easier now that it wasn’t able to float around while he tried to grab it. He clamped the head firmly in the claw and squeezed it, the colt’s soft skull giving easily under the pressure, flattening the head and crushing its brain. Prattle kicked for a few seconds, but quickly ceased.
“Mmm, I feel the claw slipping over his head,” Pinkie said as she felt the process through her own flesh. She convulsed with wild contractions as she felt his head give to the claw, getting a moan from her, then the feel of him kicking about, which earned an outright squeal of delight. knowing that him lasting so long meant he had been particularly healthy. She came herself hard, arching her back and shuddering, adding another layer of fluid to the doctor’s face. “Yay! Yank that stinker from my pinker!”
Pinkie was loose as a clown’s pocket when not clenching, so it was rather easy to yank the remains out, the bulge sliding down through her body as he pulled the tool back. Her body forced the rest of her afterbirth out, which splattered down into a biological waste bucket. Doctor Stable held up the aborted fetus for Pinkie to see, then dropped it into the bucket with the rest of the trash.
Pinkie didn’t cease her climax until it had been yanked free, hips continuing to gyrate for several seconds before they came to a stop as well.
“Oooo I know whose it is now! I forgot I fucked him!” Pinkie giggled as it was shown to her, then immediately changed the subject to her favorite, “Well, now that you plucked the turnip, let’s fuck!”
Doctor Stable always had a quickie with her afterward, though he would only do anal after the procedure for Pinkie’s safety ; he was such a caring doctor. Either that or he just liked anal.
He turned up her behind on the table, exposing that overly-willing little hole. He went in easily, but Pinkie made up for her experience with her experience, clenching and seeming to ripple along his shaft as he hammered his hips into her.
“Amazing as always,” groaned the doctor as he clenched her flanks, splashing goo as his belly smacked her distended pussy. “I guess we’ll see you again in here in another nine months?”
“Unless I can’t get pregnant again,” nodded Pinkie, “But that’s pretty unlikely! You wanna come to my un-birthday party again?”
Doctor Stable was distracted for just a moment as he blew a hot load into Pinkie. hosing down her insides and ensuring yet another fluid would be drooling down her thighs as she left. He groaned, but nodded his head.
Once done, the doctor made sure to get out any excess with his magic; last time she had left with the umbilical cord dragging the ground. He’d normally have her stay a few days, but that would just cause chaos anyway, so he let her hop back down the hall toward the waiting room.
On the way, she passed by Redheart in the hallway, who nodded politely as she had clipboards in her mouth.
“Oh hey nursie I have good news!” Pinkie smiled, “I know for a fact that your husband is capable of producing a healthy foal, so you’re half-way there!”
Redheart dropped the clipboards, eyes wide with shock as she tried to process that. The clueless Pinkie managed to escape before Redheart lunged
Splashing several ponies on her way through the waiting room, Pinkie hopped right out the door. She stopped though upon exiting, meeting Rainbow Dash on her way end, the blue pegasus’ belly with a noticeable foal bump as well, though not nearly so far along.
“Oh hay Pinkie,” Rainbow greeted her, “Well you’re lookin’ flat, so I take it you scraped another one out.”
“Sure did!” Pinkie giggled, then poked at Dash’s own belly with a hoof, “Gonna yoink yours too?”
“Well yeah,” Rainbow rolled her eyes, “It’s sort of Wind Rider’s; I’m going to send him the receipt for the procedure for spite, the asshole.”
“Speaking of which,” Pinkie said, randomly making connections, “Tell Doctor Stable if you want your bum scraped out with his flesh scalpel afterward.“
“Uh, Pinkie you know I’m Wonderboltisexual,” Rainbow chuckled, “But I’ll see later today.”
“Cool!” Pinkie smiled, “Time to get ready for the unbirthday party!”
And they lived relatively happily ever after. Except Prattle Tale.
