Rarity, Where Do Foals Come From?

by PoniesRUs

Rating: everyone
Tags: Comedy
Length: 672

Rarity lies to Sweetie Belle and fellow crusaders while explaining where babies come from.

As most young fillies, Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo are beginning to wonder where foals come from. After having many discussions on the topic, they decide the best pony to go to about the situation would be Rarity.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-02-24 05:14:43 UTC

Oh. My. Celestia.

"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.

Rarity, Where Do Foals Come From?

"Rarity, where to foals come from?" Sweetie Belle asked, smiling up at her sister. Rarity shuffled a hoof and smiled nervously back.

"Are you sure I'm the right pony to tell you this?" She replied, clearing her throat and shifting uncomfortably.

"Yep! We spent the whole weekend debating over which sister should tell us, and we think it should be you!" Scootaloo chirped from behind Sweetie Belle, squeeing up at her friend's elder sister.

That much was true. Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo were the only fillies in their class who didn't know where foals came from. And, judging by all of the giggling, it seemed to be hilarious. Unfortionatly, no pony at school would lend a hoof to explain this, so they just packed up and went to the clubhouse. Normally, the Cutie Mark Crusaders would spend their weekend trying to get their cutie marks, but instead, they discussed about who should tell them where foals come from.

"It should be Applejack! She's honest, and will tell us right away!" Apple Bloom had shouted.

Scootaloo had shook her head at this comment. "No, Rainbow Dash. She's loyal, and super awesome! And we can brag SHE was the one who told us."

"I think it should be Rarity. She knows a thing or two about stallions." Sweetie Belle had pressed, stamping her hooves down on the table. "Rarity is the perfect one!"

And that's the reason why, now, the Cutie Mark Crusaders are pestering Rarity for answers.

"Well..." Rarity said, laughing worriedly. "Assuming you want to know..."

"Yeah! We really want to know!" Sweetie Belle trilled, hopping up and down.

Rarity bit her lip. "A pony becomes pregnant with another pony by... Hugging." She lied, fluffing her mane.

Apple Bloom gaped. "What's so funny about that?" She asked.

Sweetie Belle shrugged. "What a waste of time," Scootaloo groaned, flapping her wings, "Let's go, girls. We still have time to get our cutie marks before tomorrow."

The three fillies exited through the entrance of the boutique, giggling about their newest adventure ideas.

Rarity sighed, still standing in the same spot, before proceeding to get her work done.