Five weeks later you and your mother are both sitting in the Hospital, waiting for the results of your test to be delivered.

You don’t like that she dragged you here, but today you had not been able to convince her, that you are fine, like in the last two days. The fact that she found you in the bathroom, when you had been vomiting, didn’t make it better. Instead you two skipped breakfast and she dragged you here, ignoring the fact, that you have an important test in school today.

It takes ten more minutes, until the nurse calls you back into the examination room, where the doctor is already waiting for you two. “So how bad is it?” Your mother asks worried and you can just hope that it is nothing to bad.

“I am not sure if I should call it bad,” the doctor replies hesitantly, “but you can expect her to throw up a lot more, in the near future.”

“You say that my daughter is going to throw up even more and tell me that this nothing bad? Are you totally out of your mind?” She shouts directly into the face of the doctor and you would feel sorry for him, wouldn’t it be for what he just said. The thought alone, of having to throw up even more, makes your stomach grumble in discomfort.

Knowing just what is about to happen, you gallop over to the sink, barley managing it in time before the remainings of your midnight snack comes back up. Luckily, there isn’t much left and soon you are able to turn your attention back to the doctor, who is starring at you in shock.

“So, what was it, you wanted to tell us?” You address the doctor, ripping him out of his stupor.

“Oh, right, the test results.” He replies, taking a short look at his clipboard and when he looks up again, he looks very uncomfortable. “Would you mind if I be blunt, I don’t know how to say it best.”

You wait a moment, giving her the chance for a reply before you signal the doctor to go ahead. “You are Pregnant.”

“WHAT?” You two scream in stereo, not really expecting to get this answer.

“You are Pregnant, the results are clear about this.” The doctor says again, surprisingly calm, before he decides to give us some privacy. “I leave the two of you alone, surly, you have something to talk about.

You don’t feel comfortable, now alone with your mother. You try to come up with an explanation, how this could have happened, only to remember that one evening with your parents. “It’s dad.” You say, when you remember something else, something you totally forgot about.

“What do you mean.” Your mother asks you surprised, not really understanding what you just said.

“I think dad is the father of the foal.” You repeat, unsure which kind of consequences this will have for you.

“I know.” She replies, not really surprising, since she was there, the only night possible where you could have gotten Pregnant. “But there is more, isn’t it?”

“Yes, but I am not sure about it.” You pause for a moment, unsure how to explain, what you think is true. “I think that I was in heat, that day, we watched that horrible movie.”

“Why do you think so?”

“That day, around lunchtime, I started to get these weird feelings down there,” you explain, while gesturing to your private areas. “It was bearable at first, but became worse in the course of the day. I managed to ignore it for a while after school to, but when I left you to watch this movie, I couldn’t distract me anymore.”

“And you came to us because you wanted help with it, but you had been so shocked from the movie, that you forgot about it.” Your mother finishes your explanation when you are unable to continue anymore, before she comes over to you, pulling you into a tight hug.

“What will happen now?” You want to know from her, scared about this whole situation, you find yourself in.

“A lot of things, but I think it’s best if we tell him first.”

“Okay.” Is all you are able to reply and you and your mother stay like this for a while, before the doctor comes back in and after a short discussion between him and your mother you two leave the hospital. Immediately taking off towards the Wonderbolt Academy, where your father is staying the entire week.

Author's Note

This is not exactly, what I had planned for my entrie into this contest, but I think for a first clopfic it is okay.

I hope you all had as much fun reading this, as I had with writting.

Your Wingy