Pinkie Pie walked on shaking hooves towards the open door. The nurse stood there holding it open. Pinkie Pie looked back at Mrs. and Mr. Cake, who were sitting in the waiting room. They had decided that taking the twins with them was inappropriate, having Twilight foalsit. Carrot and Cup Cake smiled slightly at Pinkie.

"It's okay, Pinkie Pie. We'll be waiting out here for you."

The young mare nodded and followed the nurse down the hallway. They entered a back room with a tall table. The table had stirrups for the placement of back hooves. Pinkie swallowed nervously and climbed up onto the table, but did not lay down. The nurse smiled at her.

"You don't need to be in position just yet. I'll help you get set in a little bit."

Pinkie just nodded and pulled at her mane. It was nearly completely flat, only a couple little curls in it. She looked around the room. It wasn't as scary as she thought. It wasn't darkly lit with only one foreboding light over the table. There were no sharp instruments laying out, and the walls were a clean, bare white. The doctor walked in, a different one from earlier, and smiled at her.

"Hello, Ms. Pie. If you just let Nurse Blooming Star help you get set on the table and I can get an ultrasound."

The nurse helped Pinkie lay back, and put her hooves in the stirrups. However, the stirrups remained flat, so Pinkie was still in a normal laying position. The doctor approached with the ultrasound wand and screen. He put the clear jelly on Pinkie Pie's tummy, and moved the wand around.

Pinkie watched the screen. It was all gray and blurry, nothing on the screen. Suddenly, an image appeared. There was a black oval, and inside the blackness was a small little lump.

It. . . didn't look much like a foal.

The lump moved, and Pinkie saw a little hoof stretch out before coming up to a little muzzle. The foal started sucking on it's hoof. Pinkie Pie gasped.

"It. . . it has hooves. . . and a mouth!"

The doctor looked over at her.

"Of coarse, Ms. Pie. At 6 weeks, the foal has almost all body parts formed. Not developed completely, but definitely formed."

The doctor pointed at the foals back, were there was a light white streak.

"At this stage, they're actually see through. That white part on the back is the spine, and those little lumps on the spine are the beginning of wings."

The doctor then pointed at a fluttering motion in the center of the foals chest.

"That's it's heart. It beats about 140 beats per minute."

Pinkie looked at the screen and then down at her abdomen.

"How. . . how big is it."

"About the size of an olive."

Pinkie chocked, trying to hold back her tears. The doctor looked startled.

"Ms. Pie. . . are you alright?"

Pinkie Pie shook her head no, her hoof placed over her mouth. She kicked out her hind hooves, removing them from the stirrups.

"I can't do it! I'm sorry! I can't kill a foal!"

The doctor and nurse exchanged looks before turning back to her.

"It's alright Ms. Pie. Nopony is forcing you."

The stallion handed her a tissue to wipe the jell off her stomach.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to."

Pinkie Pie blinked before she hastily removed the jelly from her fur. She nearly threw herself from the table, and galloped out the door. She flew out into the waiting room and into the surprised hooves of the Cake's.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Carrot Cake patted her head slightly.

"Shhh, shhh. It'll be okay."

Pinkie stepped into the library, surprised to see not only Twilight, but the rest of her friends. Twilight hung her head low.

"I'm sorry, Pinkie Pie. I. . . told them what was going on."

Pinkie shuffled her hooves slightly.

"It's okay, Twilight. I'm kinda glade you told them."

Rarity cleared her throat.

"So. . . you just came back from the doctors?"

"Yeah. . . but. . . I couldn't go through with it. . . I saw the ultra sound"

Rainbow Dash walked over to the pink mare and placed a wing over her back in comfort.

"The. . . the foal was sucking it's hoof. . . and-and stretching. I saw it's heartbeat, and-and-"

"Pinkie. It's okay, sugar cube. We're here for ya,"

Pinkie was surrounded in a gently group hug. Suddenly the library door burst open, Scootaloo bouncing excitedly.

"Rainbow Dash! Rainbow Dash! You won't believe who I just saw! Soarin's in town!"

Author's Note

Don't kill me, Don't kill me, Don't kill me, Don't kill me, Don't kill me, Don't kill me, Don't kill me, Don't kill me, Don't kill me, Don't kill me. . . uh. . . sorry about the short chapter. Don't kill me?