Rarity, Where Do Foals Come From?

"I hate Mondays." Scootaloo muttered, the group of friends approaching the school yard. Fillies were laughing, obviously over where foals came from.

"Ah don't! No chores!" Apple Bloom yelped happily, leaning over and bucking the air. "Hiyyya!"

Sweetie Belle giggled. "I like school, but not as much as crusading." She replied.

They were now in the school yard, Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara trotting over to them, holding in laughs.

"So, did you three losers find out where foals come from?" Diamond Tiara asked, holding a hoof to her mouth to conceal the laughter.

"Eeyup!" Apple Bloom answered with a friendly smile.

"My sister told us." Sweetie Belle added, fluffing her pink and purple mane.

Silver Spoon jutted out her lip. "Uh huh. We totally believe you." She snapped sarcastically.

"Like, yeah." Diamond Tiara giggled. They put their muzzles in the air.

"Humph!" They said in unison, turning tail and trotting away.

"We'll show them!" Scootaloo hissed, her teeth gritted.

"Just get 'em with kindness, that's what Granny Smith told me." Apple Bloom suggested. "She said it works like a charm."

"Oh, I'll kill them with kindness alright." Scootaloo snipped back, rolling up pretend sleeves and beginning to hover towards them.

"Alright class!" Mrs. Cherokee said, "Recess!" Everypony cheered, pouring out of the small classroom.

"I love recess," Scootaloo said, "Especially with no supervision." She narrowed her eyes at Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara.

Apple Bloom thwaped her on the head with her hoof. "Ow!" Scootaloo cried out, pursing her lips.

"Um, hey Sweetie Belle." Pipsqueak said, approaching the group.

"Oh! Hiya, Pip." Sweetie Belle said with a smile.

Without warning, Pipsqueak closed his eyes, and hugged her. Before Sweetie Belle could react, he galloped away.

"Oh." Apple Bloom said.

"My." Scootaloo continued.

"Celestia..." Sweetie Belle finished. "I'm pregnant!" She squealed, hopping around happily.