Happy Endings I - Child of Legends

Our story starts with two special ponies, one that wants something seemingly impossible.

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“Oh, Daaashie, I have something to tell yooo!”

“Pinkie Pie, what is it?”

Pinkie Pie was my wife, and I had to listen to her. Sometimes I forget why I married her in the first place. But then I remember.

“I just had a GREAT idea! Alrighty," she begins, whispering. "Let’s have a sweet cute and absolutely ADORABLE foal!”

I didn’t want to look stupid in public. I grabbed Pinkie and ran into an alleyway. “What?”

        “A child, Dashie, a child! Wouldn’t it be great? We could feed the little foal and play with the little foal and change diapers and play with...”

         I interrupted after a while. “Pinkie Pie. We. Are. Both. Mares. How do you plan on this?”

“Easy!” said Pinkie Pie. “Twilight has a book about it! 101 Ways for a Foal, Providing Conception is not Normally Possible without Magical Aid. It’s on the bookshelf closest to the basement, two shelves down.”

          I wanted to be a Wonderbolt, really badly. Then I remembered there wasn’t a rule against it. Well, I love Pinkie. If she wants it, then my decision is made. After all, we always do things for each other. I can be cool about it.  Can’t I?

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         This is tearing my mind apart. We’re approaching  Twilight’s place so that she will cook up a spell to give me a fully-functioning stallionhood. I plan to be a good mother anyway, but the sex is a definite bonus. Especially around this time of year, and I think you know what I mean. No Rainbow, focus on the good mother part.  I take a deep breath and go in with Pinkie. I’m rambling because I’m nervous. You don’t see the sweat, but it’s there. Silly me, I don’t GET nervous. Right?  Right. My knees aren’t shaking.  I am simply having the pre-Whoa-Egghead jitters. Okay, I may not be the element of Honesty, but there are certain things I can’t lie about. I look at the clouds. Instead of commenting on them like most boring ponies, I take seven seconds out of my day to clear ‘em. I think that’s a record! Distracting myself outside Twilight’s door is calming.

        “Umm... Dashie? Are we going in?”

         Right, I’m here with Pinkie Pie and probably torturing her over wait time. “Sorry Pinks, let’s get going.”

I walk in.

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          At the knocks, Twilight Sparkle opened the door. “Hi girls. I was just practicing divination, so I knew you were coming. Pinkie Pie... will burp... bubbles? Arghh, I’m doing this wrong. Anyways, come on in, tell me what you need. With predictions like that, I might need to revise the theory.”

        Rainbow Dash walked in warily, Pinkie Pie following behind with a bounce to her step.

        Rainbow began to talk. "Yeah well, Pinkie's brainwaves, you know. Anyways, so the pink mare...who's my wife... life descision...foal...

       Twilight stopped the flow of words trailing from Dash's mouth and said, “ I think I know what you’re saying. You want a foal? That is not you, Rainbow Dash. You know it takes responsibility, right? So Pinkie...”

        Pinkie Pie bounced up and spoke.  “Yep, a little foal is what we want, right Dashie? So here’s the book. We bookmarked the spell!”

        Twilight opened up the book, curious as to how she found it so quickly. she looked at the spell and frowned.

“I’m afraid I can’t cast this spell. I tried before on Spikaya, but now she’s a male baby... I look for the answer to the predicament today.” Twilight took a breath and continued. “Is there anything else you want to try?”

        Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash sighed. “We wanted the most natural way,” said Rainbow. “but let’s look at these...”

       “Wait,” said Twilight. “Zecora taught me a few magic-infused potions, including this.”

If two mares want a foal to keep

They cannot do it in their sleep

I have a little potion brew

And in a tummy a child will stew

Take the essence of each mare

Create a father from what’s there

put the egg back in the mother

In nine months you will have an other

      “I understood it. I need an egg and a part from each of you. A hair from Pinkie and a feather from Rainbow. It should be easy to zap them to the basement. Do you agree to do this?”

       The couple shook their heads yes.  “Alright,” Twilight said. “So who’s the father?”

       “I call it,” said Rainbow Dash.

        Twilight zapped an egg from both of them. She zapped the hair and feather as well. “You’re free to leave. Come back tomorrow morning, It’ll be ready then.”

        The pair thanked Twilight as they left.

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         “Alright,” said Twilight to no one in particular, setting off to the basement. Everything was sparkling clean from her fifth daily cleaning. She made a check when she got down, seeing the indicators for the eggs and the hair next to the feather. “Let’s begin.”

          A little while into the potion-making process, it became time to convert the egg into sperm. A difficult spell, Twilight thought, starting to charge.  Sparks flew from her horn and sweat from her brow. Concentrating her power into the spell, she cast it. Looking under the microscope, Twilight saw signs of success. She gathered the ingredients together in a brewing pot. Hair, Check. Feather, Check. Egg, Check. Sperm, Check. Water, Check. Root of Joke, Check.She used her magic to stir the pot. I wonder what the foal will be like...

        “I’ve probably stirred enough,” she said aloud, wiping more sweat from her face. A few drops fell into the pot, unbeknownst to the purple mare. “I’ll stir a few more times to be sure.”

        The sweat mixed in with the other ingredients. “I’M DONE!” she exclaimed, tired. “Now to let it sit overnight and give it to Pinkie Pie in the morning. “