Does the Party End with Motherhood?

(Author’s Note: If you read the first chapter the day it was posted, which was the same day as the prologue, the first chapter has changed and you should re-read it again. This chapter will make mroe sense because of that. Enjoy!)

Chapter 2

“Just one more game!?” Pinkie moaned as she clutched Caramel’s leg while he tried to make his way towards Pinkie’s couch.

“No Pinkie Pie! It’s…” he forced his leg forward, dragging Pinkie across the floor, “really late. I’m really…” it came time for him to move that leg, and drug her a few more feet, “really tired.”

“Oh please please please please please please please please!”

“Pinkie! No!” Caramel wrestled his leg free, his hoof finally slipping through her tight grasp.

    Pinkie lay across the floor as Caramel picked a blanket up between his teeth, and tossed it to the end of the sofa.   He climbed on top of the spongy cushions and sat down, eventually rolling over onto his back. Pinkie maintained her position on the floor. Tears began to well up in her eyes.

“I’m sorry Pinkie. I’m just sooo tired from all this work the shop’s been getting, as well as helping out Big Macintosh and-“

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!” Pinkie cut him off as tears exploded from her eyes.

“No Pinkie! No no nononononon NO!” Caramel tried to stop her wails, “Don’t do this Pinkie Pie!”

   It was as if a torrential rain had begun in Pinkie’s room, the floor was suddenly a foot deep, then three feet deep in tears. Caramel could see an ocean’s worth of fish swimming in the salty sea. Five feet, and it had engulfed the couch.

“Alright Pinkie, alright! One more game!” Caramel squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the salty substance creeping up his legs.

    When he opened his eyes, everything was dry. No tears, no fish, not even his coat was wet. Pinkie stood in front of him with the biggest grin yet, her eyes sparkling as brightly as diamonds.

“Pinkie I don’t know how you do that but-“

“Don’t question the way of Pinkie Pie!” Pinkie dashed to the closet and rummaged through several items, before settling on one game.

   She pulled out a large handmade mat and a small paper disc with colors on it. She threw the mat out across the floor, covering her floor with circles of green and blue, yellow and red, purple and pink. She tossed the disc on the floor next to it. It had a circle colored like a rainbow, with a small black arrow that spun around it.

“Wha-what is this?” Caramel seemed confused by what Pinkie had laid before him.

“It’s called Twisty silly. Or Twisted. OR Twist-Tie, or something like that.”

“Where’d you get this game from, Pinkie? And uh, how do you play it?”

“Oh, Lyra told me all about it. She said humans play it all the time. I have no idea what that means, but it must be awesome!” Pinkie bounced over to the mat. “To play it, we each spin the arrow until it lands on a color. Then we put one hoof on it. Then we spin again, and again and each time we have to put a hoof on that color. And if you fall down or can’t reach a color, you lose!”

“Sounds simple enough,” Caramel admitted, climbing back off the couch and stepping onto the map.

“Hehehe, we’ll see Melly, we’ll see.”

    An hour had passed and Caramel was losing for the third time. He couldn’t reach the green circle, and now he stood, hoof outstretched over Pinkie’s form, trying his best to even touch the tip of the green circle.  It was no use however, and suddenly he tumbled down on top of his marefriend. She burst into a fit of laughter, amused that she’d once again won the game. Caramel however was experiencing some different feelings.

“Her body is so warm when we’re this close,” he said to himself, “ We never really get this close. Pinkie never seems to want to.”

     He’d been having feelings like this since the game started. First  he couldn’t help but stare at her round pink flank. He shook off as many thoughts as he could about the things he could do involving it, but more and more poured in.  He thought about stroking her mane in the dark, kissing her lips in ways her lips had probably never once kissed before. He was sure his  thoughts were at the root of his lack of concentration on the game, which had lead to all of his loses up to this point.

He tried to pull himself up, his coat rubbing against hers as he stood. He shivered with delight, experiencing feelings he’d never had in the whole time they’d been together. He could feel his face getting warm with excitement. He hadn’t considered what else might appear excited.

“Caramel!” Pinkie shrieked in a fake tone, “What in Equestria is that about?!”

   Caramel craned his neck down to notice the large protrusion that was extremely visible between his legs. He quickly closed them in an attempt to hide his excitement.

“Well-uh-um, I was just-I don’t- we were getting so close and I liked it so much. We never get that close Pinkie and while I’m not the type of colt to push an issue like that, but I’d really like to get closer to you Pinkie. If you want to that is,” he put his head down in a way reminiscent of Fluttershy.

“Closer like in there?” Pinkie motioned toward her bedroom.

   Caramel nodded.

“Well of course silly, all you had to do was ask!”

“Oh... I don’t know about this now, Big Mac.”

“Don’t ya worry, it will all be fine,”

Fluttershy and Big Macintosh had stopped outside the doctors office by this point. Fluttershy looked up to Big Mac, looking for some sort of guidance. He gave her a warm smile and placed a comforting hoof on her shoulder, then motioning with his head to go in. She nodded, slowly pushing the door open and stepping inside the office; Big Mac following suite.

“Ah, Fluttershy, is it?” She nodded.

“Welcome, welcome! Here, take a seat,” he pointed to a nearby set of chairs on the other side of the room with his hoof. They did as they were told, land were soon sitting across a large desk from the uncorn.

“Now we’re going to have to take some tests,” He picked up a clipboard with his magic, jotting down a few things with a quill surrounded by a deep red aura,.then got up to head for the door before being stopped by Fluttershy.

Fluttershy squeaked. “W-what kind of tests?”

“Just some blood tests, possibly an X-ray, those sort of tests. Now I’ll be right back, I need to get a few things for this first test,” He trotted out the door, closing it behind him with some magic.Fluttershy looked to Big Mac, nervousness riddled across her expressions. Big Mac put a hoof around her, pulling her close to him to attempt to comfort her.

“Now don’t ya worry, Fluttershy. It’ll be alright.”

   A couple hours had passed since the testing and the doctor had left the room again to get the results. The couple just sat in the exam room in complete silence, awaiting the doctors return. Fluttershy looked down, and began fiddling with her hooves as she waited. Big Mac was looking around at all the charts and posters that were hung up around the room. A poster of the heart came into view. He stared at it, looking over its parts and what each part was. Suddenly, their ears perked up when they heard the turn of the doorknob and the door swing open. Big Mac noticed an unsettling look upon the doctors face. Something was bothering him, or rather, what he had to say to the timid mare.

     The doctor sat back in the chair across from the couple. He set his clipboard down on the table next to him and clasped his hooves together. He took a deep breath before telling the couple something they didn’t want to hear. “Well your results are in now, Miss Fluttershy.”

“What did the results s-say?” she questioned.

“Well...” he took another deep breath. He looked over at Big Macintosh, who was sitting quiet through most of what was happening. Glancing back at Fluttershy, he noticed that she was slightly leaning forward, just awaiting for the results. “The results say that you won’t be able to have a foal,” he finally stated after some time.

     Fluttershy’s expression immediately dropped to one of disappointment, then to sadness as a few tears began to sneak their way into her eyes. Those words. It was as if somepony just took a knife to her heart. As if her heart was just crushed, and somepony just left it there to rot. It was apparent to the doctor what he had done. It was never easy to do. To break these sort of things to ponies and couples like these two was one of the hardest parts of his job.

Fluttershy began to sob, one of her greatest fears suddenly realized; such a motherly figure to be deprived of having a foal of her own.

“B-but how?” She barely managed to choke out.

“It appears that there may be something wrong with those organs, but we’ve for sure diagnosed you with a very rare blood condition. Your blood at this stage is doing all it can to sustain you, but there is no way it could support a growing foal as well.”

   Big Mac bit his lip, not knowing what he could say at the time. The best he could do was be there for his marefriend, and try to help her through this tough time.

“I-I don’t understand how this could happen,” her sobs getting worse, tears flowing down her cheeks. Big Mac held her close to him, rubbing her back and trying to get to calm down.

“There’s nothing that can be done about this is there?”

“The good news is that there is medicine that can help you, and I’ll be sure to prescribe it. However, the likelihood of you ever bearing a foal is less than ideal,”he stated, a frown across his features as he looked at the couple.

Big Mac looked down towards the ground, disappointed, but never letting go of his marefriend. He could feel his own eyes beginning to wet, not just on account of the news, but also that he’d never been able to see a pony as sweet as Fluttershy in such a state.

“I’m terribly sorry, Miss Fluttershy. It’s these kinds of things that make it hard for me to be a doctor.” He stated as he picked up his clipboard with his magic and trotted outside the office, closing the door behind and leaving the devastated couple behind.

   That same morning, a much happier scene was unfolding in Pinkie Pie’s bedroom. Caramel woke up, his mane looking rough from the long night before. He felt much different than he usually did. He thought back on the night before, and found himself realizing how much even in the throws of passion was Pinkie Pie... just so Pinkie Pie. He smiled, realizing he’d likely have not had it any other way.  The pink mare next to him began to stir, and  he watched in silence until she finally sat up, rubbing her tired eyes.

“Morning Pinkie,” Caramel said with a smile.

    Pinkie’s mane was just as disheveled as his own. She turned to him still looking sleepy, then suddenly her eyes widened and she seemed to wake up almost instantly. Her mane suddenly poofed itself back into place as she jumped from under the covers and began to bounce on top of the mattress.

“You see what happens when you just ask ponies for nice things!” Pinkie shouted happily, “Although I’d hope everypony wouldn’t do that if you asked. That’d be weird. What if you asked like, Mr. Cake. I mean, Rainbow Dash and Applejack are two mares and are together, so I guess colts can do that to but I don’t really know, so I guess if you asked Mr. Cake he might, but then why would you do that?”

   Pinkie stopped talking for the moment, having confused herself.

“I’ll, uh, keep that in mind Pinkie,” Caramel chuckled, glancing around the room for a clock.

   When his eyes found one, he quickly jumped out of bed.

“OH no, I’m late opening the shop!” he cried as he scrambled out of bed, looking for his clothes.

“Uh Caramel, you don’t normally wear clothes silly,” Pinkie pointed out.

“Oh... yeah,” he said, quickly running up to her and giving her a kiss, before darting out of her room, past a very confused Cake family, and out the door of Sugarcube Corner as fast as his hooves could take him.