...but first Sweetie Belle had to deal with Rarity.
After that fateful trip to the library, when it was getting on in the evening, Sweetie Belle finally snuck into the boutique, her home away from home. She wanted to just sneak quietly up to her room. She didn’t want to confront Rarity, for reasons that may or may not be overly obvious: for today, Sweetie had done something to stop herself from getting pregnant, and she planned on doing more in that regard, none of which she thought her sister would approve of.
“And just where have you been?”
Sweetie froze mid-step. Rarity was standing right there in the boutique, as if waiting for Sweetie Belle to skulk in. Sweetie Belle’s ears went down, and she said, “I kinda uh... lost track of... time...”
“Did you not want sewing lessons?” Rarity asked haughtily, “You should have said so! Instead of leaving everypony else in the dark.”
“I’m sorry, Rarity,” Sweetie Belle said as earnestly as she could. Inwardly she was sweating bullets. She had a great alibi, but if she had to tell the truth, she didn’t... she couldn’t imagine Rarity seeing Zecora in any sort of positive light. And that would ruin that poor librarian’s friendship with Rarity, just because of a disagreement that Sweetie Belle forced between them.
No, pretty much everything was counting on her alibi. It was a good alibi though, and she had to just remain calm and confident that it would work.
“Then where were you instead?” Rarity continued her voice full of worry. “You certainly weren’t at any of the candy stores. Nor could you be found, or had been seen at the playground. Sweetie Belle, what if something happened to you?”
“I was with Scootaloo!” Sweetie Belle blurted out.
“Yes, but what were you doing with—” Rarity said in an unconvinced tone, that cut off with a tight little undelighted squeal. It may have been Rarity’s voice, or it may have been the sound of tiny rail brakes inside Rarity’s brain screeching to a halt.
“We um... got carried away,” Sweetie lied abashedly. “It took a while and... um...”
“And you continue to...” Rarity said distantly, not really seeing Sweetie Belle.
Sweetie frowned at that, saying, “Well, it can’t make me more pregnant, so what’s the problem?”
“And you always have been...” Rarity said even more distantly.
“For a... year or... two, yeah,” Sweetie admitted reluctantly.
“And all those sleepovers were because...”
“Yeah...”
“When I wasn’t watching you, you...”
Sweetie flinched. Maybe this wasn’t the greatest alibi after all. “Sometimes, while you were watching,” she admitted with a red face.
“Let’s just... talk about what we’re going to have for dinner today!” Rarity said, with a very cheerful smile. “I think some noodles in vinagrette tossed with olives and perhaps some parsley, and kale. Doesn’t that sound good Sweetie? It certainly does to me! Oh silly me I’ll be right back. Hmm hm hmm~” Rarity’s amazingly convincing act was somewhat disturbed by the frantic sound of gallopping hooves, just after she turned the corner, followed by the sound of a mare repeatedly screaming her lungs out into a pillow.
“Well, that... worked,” Sweetie concluded. “Still, who’s going to make dinner now? Oh, I know!”
Rarity was so proud of Sweetie Belle, when thanks to her diligent effort, the pizza pony arrived at their door, bearing a steaming hot, fresh and edible meal.
With the immediate danger of her Everfree adventure being exposed out of the way, thanks to a little prevarication about just how rambunctious she and Scootaloo were, Sweetie Belle returned to a relatively normal life. Relatively because first off, Zecora’s warning of cramping was making itself known, with painful twinges in what she was now thoroughly aware was her womb. That put Sweetie in a somewhat bad mood, as she quickly grew tired of the constant soreness, and her friends were all lusty and heedless, while she couldn’t actually be with Scootaloo in the vagina way. Not until they were certain this contraception worked, and Sweetie Belle hadn’t gotten pregnant after all. Twilight outright refused to do the IUD thing while Sweetie may have had a foal implanting in there.
It was an odd sort of moral divide, but it really made sense in a way. The sooner you could get an IUD, the better, and if you waited too long maybe it was just less trouble to have the foal anyway? Regardless, Sweetie couldn’t so much as magically lift a feather, much less perform the insertion process herself, so she relied on the help of of all things a librarian.
Twilight wasn’t supposed to do it either. She could really get in real trouble if she did something that resulted in the foal dying, even if it was just a bubble. It was Sweetie Belle’s responsibility, and if she couldn’t be the one to stop something or... somepony from growing inside her, she’d rather be pregnant than put her new friend at risk. Sweetie Belle could really understand why Twilight was trying to be so careful with IUDs, because it wasn’t just Sweetie who’d get in trouble if they did it wrong.
Really, being pregnant didn’t sound so bad. You just eat more, so the foal can grow in your belly, and it seemed like it’d be hard to walk near the end, but it was kind of cool. Sweetie just liked the thought of her belly swelling up, with an adorable little foal in there that just appeared in her, like magic.
Like, boy magic.
And Sweetie was totally curious what it was like to be nursed from. Her teats wouldn’t produce milk until she was good and gravid, well unless milking was her special talent, but Sweetie Belle certainly doubted that to be the case. The What’s Happening To My Body Book for Fillies that Twilight let Sweetie borrow had a picture of a foal standing next to a mare and nursing from her. Sweetie didn’t remember nursing, herself, so it’d really be a new experience for her. In particular, she wasn’t sure how a foal could possibly get low enough to nurse from Sweetie considering how short her legs were. But that could be worked around, and it left nursing a mild curiosity rather than a serious concern.
No, what Sweetie was concerned with was what to do with the foal after she came out. Foals need a lot of attention, not just nursing, so Sweetie wouldn’t have as much time to play with her friends. She didn’t even want to think what it would feel like, if her foal started crying while Sweetie was still trying to finish her homework. For that matter, foals had to be taught, and Sweetie wasn’t as smart as Twilight liked to think. Sweetie still had a lot to learn in school, and learning about foals on top of that would even further limit her. She didn’t know the first thing about how you’d teach a foal to read and write.
And what if they were a pegasus, like Scootaloo? Sweetie didn’t know much about pegasuses at all, beyond that they didn’t have horn exercises.
Finally, foals were heavy. Sweetie couldn’t just leave it alone while she and her friends were crusading. She’d have to carry her foal, and not only could that be dangerous, it might stop her from finding her special talent! Sweetie didn’t want to be all grown up, telling her Sweetie Belle aged foal that it was her fault Sweetie was still a blank flank. Sweetie would feel just awful if her own mother never got into baking cookies because she was too busy carrying a baby around, though realistically only Rarity was old enough to have a potential effect on that moment in her mom’s life.
Without bearing a foal, Sweetie got to have the summer she wanted in the first place, sort of. She still felt estrusy, but besides that the days were open and the nights were safe. Sweetie felt like she could do anything during summer, without even having to go to school every day. It was kind of boring sometimes, but there was always that freedom. She could go to the lake, or play with her friends, or maybe even figure out what their cutie marks are going to be. There were places to explore, and creeks to follow, games to play and foals to play with. And adults to play with, if you counted Pinkie Pie. Sweetie was looking forward to midsummer festival, because that pink mare always added something special to it.
So, even if being pregnant was fun, Sweetie wasn’t going to do that to a foal, and she wasn’t going to do that to her future, just so she could feel pregnant. If it didn’t work and the bubble still implanted in her, Sweetie was perfectly content with remaining pregnant, if her foal was so determined to be born, but she was quite willing to let a little bubble die before it had to go through the trouble of becoming a foal.
She never even thought about being a mother, before this first estrus forced the issue. Really, it didn’t seem so bad. A mother carries you inside her, and feeds you with her body, and gives birth to you, and she’ll never forget how it felt the moment that penis created you inside her. That was all pretty special, but it didn’t mean she’d stop being Sweetie Belle. It was more like she’d have something new, instead of being something new. It was her child who got to be a new pony, while all Sweetie had to do was adapt.
Or, Sweetie figured it would go something like that at least, if her mom was any indicator.
Come to think on it, Scootaloo had actually seeded her a bunch of times since estrus started, so Sweetie Belle had no idea which time had made her pregnant.
Things started to get a little hairier when Sweetie’s estrus really started catching up to her. She knew what to expect, perhaps more than other fillies in Ponyville. Her experience with pregnancy had made her cautious and curious enough to study estrus, and she had seen her best friend Apple Bloom going through it herself for a week already.
This didn’t allay Sweetie Belle’s worries though, but rather increased them. She saw Apple Bloom knowingly present, get mounted, and get penetrated, and inseminated, all the while knowing it would be a horrible idea that she would totally regret. If Sweetie was going to feel that way too, she was going to end up more pregnant than a mare in the red light district in Los Pegasus. Not that little Sweetie Belle was aware of that analogy, but she figured she’d be really really super ultra mega pregnant. She’d have something happen like seven colts doing her, one after the other, right in front of class, no matter how the teacher shouted at her in horror.
Then Sweetie would wake up covered in sweat, and unable to be horrified since she was so incredibly turned on. Estrus was working her like a two bit rube, and she may have jumped Scootaloo’s bone, demanding that it was perfectly okay; she could just murder foals, until her lust was satiated. But Scootaloo was true to his word, and also faster than her, and before she could figure out a way to corner him like Apple Bloom did, Twilight Sparkle was sort of... suddenly standing behind Sweetie Belle, questioning quietly why Sweetie didn’t show up to get her little bit of birth control.
Because it was perfectly fine if Sweetie wanted to pass on that, Twilight said, as long as she wasn’t you know, stalking some poor colt who might accidentally end up being forced at hornpoint to impregnate her. But after the IUD was finally applied, and Scootaloo was coaxed out of hiding with sweet treats, Sweetie Belle’s fears were finally set to rest, and she loved everything about estrus, everything was wonderful and cheerful again, all day, every day.
Sweetie Belle still had to figure out how she was going to manage to do seven colts in a row, though.
The only remaining problem is... Rarity was getting really suspicious! Sweetie Belle was pregnant, the official story went. That means she wasn’t supposed to have estrus. When Sweetie did go into estrus, she thought she could conceal it from Rarity, by quietly taking care of it with Scootaloo and not letting Rarity know she had an IUD. But it was just impossible!
Rarity seemed to think Sweetie could hold out, so all Sweetie had to do was pretend she was using the dildo and avoiding colts. But Rarity kept catching her trying to meet with Scootaloo. Or worse, succeeding at meeting with Scootaloo! The confrontation was inevitable really, and one day when Sweetie was staggering home, with a blissful, dazed look on her face, Rarity was there in the door.
“Oh Celestia Scootaloo~” Sweetie had said to herself as she pranced along, secure in the knowledge that her womb was safe from foals, and her stallion was inside her right now, if only in liquid form. “What a beautiful day!” she said to the grey overcast sky in the middle of summer, “Oh, that was so amazing,” she sighed happily. “I needed it so much, and now I’m happy because he gave it to me!” she sang joyfully, swaying on her still tingly legs.
“Gave what to you, now, Sweetie?” Rarity’s pleasant voice cut through her fog, like a jagged knife through the fabric of an inflated balloon.
“Rarity!” Sweetie startled. She looked up at Carousel Boutique. “Oh! Um, of course. Because this is your store, where you are!” she said with a nervous smile.
“That still doesn’t answer my question,” Rarity said with a very wan look at her itinerant little sister.
“I... um... well... Scootaloo?” Sweetie tried with a gulp.
“That won’t work on me twice, dear,” Rarity said, looking like she really could use a stiff chaser. “You’ve been acting strangely since yesterday. Not just your little... thing with Scootaloo. Tell me dear, I won’t judge you but, have you gone back into heat?”
Sweetie shrunk guiltily and said, “I... um... I never went in the first place, so this is the first um...time...”
Rarity spirited Sweetie Belle into the boutique so fast, you would think she was a foalnapper. Sweetie found herself set at the kitchen table, with a bowl of double chocolate ice cream pushed in front of her. She... wasn’t going to say no to that. But...
“Rarity?”
“Oh Sweetie I’m so sorry,” Rarity said tearfully, holding Sweetie’s chin up on a hooftip, as if Sweetie Belle was going to evaporate into a mist of broken dreams and bad memories. “She was going to be such a lovely filly too, I just know it! What a cruel, cruel world we live in!”
Sweetie ate her ice cream slowly, watching Rarity uncertainly as her older sister flung about her sorrow on her exquisite fainting couch. “I’m sorry Rarity,” Sweetie said eventually, in a lull in her sister’s theatrical despair. Sweetie knew Rarity well, and it may have looked totally fake, but she was pretty sure Rarity was genuinely upset here. “I didn’t mean to, but it was just a—”
Rarity rushed up to Sweetie, prostrating before her and squeezing Sweetie’s cheeks in two hooves urgently. “This is not your fault, Sweetie!” she asserted intensely. “You did nothing wrong, but were only a victim of the tragedy of... of...”
Rarity turned away, saying, “I can’t even say it!”
Sweetie took the opportunity to finish her ice cream, in case she had to run for her life. Rarity got...funny this time of year. Actually, estrus would explain that pretty neatly. Sweetie took another look at her sister, a more understanding one, given Sweetie’s... slightly excessive reaction to being unable to do Scootaloo right away.
“It’s okay, Rarity,” Sweetie said placatingly. “It’s just—”
“Miscarriage!” Rarity exclaimed in horror. “How can you say it’s okay? Your dear, sweet foal has been lost to the cruelties of nature! If only I had taken more care of you. If only you hadn’t eaten those pickles for lunch! If only”
“Rarity!” Sweetie interrupted, getting a vague look from her frazzled sister. “What’s miscarriage?”
And now Rarity was crying. “It’s...” she sniffled, wiping at her eyes with a handkerchief, and blowing her nose. “It’s almost too terrible to say,” she asserted dreadfully. “When a filly becomes pregnant, sometimes the foal... sometimes she just... doesn’t make it.”
“Sweetie, your foal is dea-hea-head~!” Rarity sobbed, collapsing at Sweetie’s ...seat.
“Rarity, it’s okay!” Sweetie said desperately, putting a hoof on her distraught sister, feeling distraught herself. “It’s just a bubble! It wasn’t a foal yet.”
“Just a bubble?” Rarity said straightening and looking at Sweetie in shock and alarm. “How can you say that, when at the center of the womb is a dear sweet little foal!”
“It doesn’t even look like a foal until the fourth month,” Sweetie pleaded. “And it’s really ugly too! I mean, that came out wrong. It doesn’t even look like a foal Rarity, please!”
“With his little hoofsies, and tiny little eyes, and he loves his mommy...” Rarity wept inconsolate.
“It doesn’t have hooves. It doesn’t have eyes!” Sweetie almost demanded. Her sister didn’t seem to understand. “It’s just a bubble at first!”
“No it isn’t!” Rarity said in a disparaging tone. “It’s an adorable little pony foal!”
Sweetie blinked. “...what?”
“Your dearly departed foal may have been small, but she was as beautiful as the day she was born,” Rarity said. “With hooves, and eyes, and a lovely little nose, and a teeny little smile and” she was starting to cry again.
“Please Rarity, don’t cry,” Sweetie said, practically hanging onto her sister by now. “I saw it! It was just a bubble, the size of a speck!”
“You saw it?” Rarity asked looking at Sweetie with enough intrigue to interrupt her tears.
“Yes, miss Twilight showed it to me,” Sweetie said a bit irately “And you said it was a foal, but it was just a speck!”
“Twilight?” Rarity said almost incomprehendingly. Then her eyes dawned, and waved a hoof going, “Oh, pfff, Twilight is a Canterlot unicorn. She spends all her time reading dusty old books. How is she to know how the world works?”
“But the world does work that way!” Sweetie said with righteous ire. “The books have so much in them, and a lot of ponies who thought about all of this really hard, and made really sure that they were right!”
Rarity just rolled her eyes. “I’m quite sure even my silly fashion magazines tell me much more than any book is going to,” she said derisively.
Sweetie just... didn’t even.
Rarity hugged Sweetie, and patted her on the head, saying, “I’m sorry dear, but I fear Twilight may have been trying not to hurt your feelings, in telling you that you’ve lost your child. She can be so... ununderstanding at times.”
Sweetie actually paused at that. She really only had Twilight’s word to go by. Maybe Twilight was lying about that speck being her foal? There wasn’t anything else in there, but maybe... the real foal was still inside her, and Sweetie was still pregnant, and she wasn’t having estrus?
Wait, no.
“There can’t be a real foal in me,” Sweetie said insistently. “Because there’s only one way for the foal to come out! I think I would have noticed if a real foal came out of there!”
“Well, perhaps... you are mistaking something else for estrus,” Rarity said unrelenting on her position. “You might not be having estrus at all, and your child is safe!”
Sweetie Belle wasn’t sure what Rarity was talking about this time, as Sweetie’s older sister fussed around Sweetie Belle there in Rarity’s little kitchen, and the little white unicorn at the table tried not to hunch too guiltily at being treated so nicely over a strange misunderstanding. Sweetie wanted to console Rarity, but she couldn’t make a foal suddenly appear in her tummy. Well, not any more at least. She tried not to feel smug about that, as she worked on figuring out what Rarity wanted her to say.
“I’m having estrus, Rarity,” Sweetie said flatly. Wait that wasn’t very consoling. “I don’t mind, really,” she asserted quickly to her sister, “But I know I’m feeling it. I had a dream about ...things... and um... it’s kinda embarassing, sorry.”
“Sweetie, dear, you know you can tell me anything,” Rarity said soothingly. “I realize you’re in season, and I won’t judge you for any strange... feelings you may have.”
Sweetie looked at her skeptically, and said, “I... think you would.”
“I promise on my honor, I shall not waver at your little ...filly love dreams,” Rarity said with a hearty laugh. “Even if this especially strong estrus is brought on by our ill timed rescue mission, it can’t be as bad as all that.”
“Well...” Sweetie glanced at her empty ice cream bowl. Safe enough, she supposed. “I guess...”
Rarity smiled and used her forehoof to tousle Sweetie’s curls kindly again, saying, “Now tell me how you’ve been feeling from this... dream of yours.”
“Well,” Sweetie said thoughtfully, “I was dreaming about what estrus would be like, and nothing could make it feel better. Not even Scootaloo.”
“Oh, em... well, as he is the father of... was the father of... did he re-impregnate you already?” Rarity asked incredulously.
“In the dream?” Sweetie asked right back. “No, I couldn’t even find him in the dream. So I had to go to school instead.”
“Are you quite sure this is an estrus dream?” Rarity said. “It sounds like normal anxiety to me.”
“I’m sure!” Sweetie said feeling a little insulted. “I had to stand there in front of the entire class, while Featherweight mounted me, and everypony was watching! He did so much I was even leaking! But it didn’t help, I still felt it. So Truffle said he would do me. I hardly even know him, but I let him, and then Snips and Snails came, and they did it both at once I don’t even know how! I was just so needing to be full. And even the vice principal came, and he was way too big but I couldn’t even care. I just wanted it more and more,”
“All my second favorites did it,” she said wistfully, “I just wanted Scootaloo, but they kept coming at me. And I let them! I didn’t know estrus felt like that! Rumble and Button and Snips and Snails, and it felt amazing, just like they were really doing it, but it also was just a dream. I’m just a filly, so I couldn’t make the semen I needed, just because I’m dreaming about it,”
“And then I woke up, and it was like nopony ever put seed in me!” she whined. “It was terrible! I went to find Scootaloo right away, and I couldn’t even think! I... I couldn’t stop chasing him, even though he said no. I thought he was just silly, or that I could prove him wrong. This wasn’t a dream though. It wasn’t until way that afternoon that I got him to come out, and even when he mounted me, I still just needed more. Only all his seed made me feel any better at all!”
“So yes,” she told her unresponsive sister with a frustrated snort. “I am quite sure it is estrus!”
Sweetie blushed then, and considered that she wasn’t to tell Rarity about the IUD, yet she just confessed to Scootaloo pumping her full of foal goo. “I guess he did re-um...impregnate me,” she admitted sheepishly.
Sweetie took another look at her sister. “Rarity?” she asked, to no response. Waving her hoof in Rarity’s face, Sweetie said “Raaaaarity,” but got no resp
...
“You told her about foursomes?! Fivesomes?! Sweetie, how many was it?”
“Seven,” Sweetie mumbled guiltily, after Rarity had dragged her by the ear into the Golden Oaks library to accost the unicorn known as Twilight Sparkle. It was a beautiful day. The very rare overcast was starting to break up, much to the disgust of mares around Equestria. Vague echoes of ponies talking with each other as they trotted together down the streets were filtering in through the dim library walls. And on that flat, wooden floor, Rarity was staring daggers at Twilight Sparkle, not sure how, but sure that somehow this was all her fault.
“Sevensomes?!” Rarity exclaimed at Twilight in consternation.
“I didn’t tell her anything like that!” Twilight defended herself angrily.
“You told her all about it, in that silly little Twilight Time you’ve started,” Rarity said huffily. “How many foals have you—”
“None!” Twilight said angrily. Then in a more level tone, she stated, “Twilight Time is an activity on how to use the library to learn about your special talent, nothing more than that. Yes I told Sweetie what semen is. She already knew what it was. I only corrected her grammar, and gave her sensible, practical advice for dealing with this year’s oeuestrus!”
“I don’t get it,” Sweetie put in, “Seven sum what? Shouldn’t it be seven mountings?”
There was a strange sound of two surfaces grinding against each other as Rarity said, “Not now, Sweetie...”
“I stand by my claim, as...” Twilight grimaced, grinding out herself, “...Celestia is my witness... I did not teach anything sexual, or perverted to these foals. What they know that might be unacceptable to modern society they largely figured out all on their own.”
“So you told them nothing about estrus?” Rarity accused unbelievingly.
“I’m a librarian,” Twilight retorted disgruntled, “They want information, I find it for them. I don’t force information on anypony without a very good reason, and I don’t withhold information from anypony, without a very good reason. Do you know what your sister came to talk to me about?”
“Wait let me guess, sevensomes, that she figured out all on her own,” Rarity suggested in a very unamused manner, her face a mask of lidded discontent.
“Apple Bloom,” Twilight said in response. An ear flicked, but otherwise the somewhat scrawny unicorn mare maintained her composure, and stood her ground. She got a silent stare as a reply, so Twilight said, “Just as Sweetie Belle did, Apple Bloom went into heat, and even I know about her family. These three came asking me why ponies don’t have foals every year. Because she already knew how to make a foal, already knew the consequences of sex, and already had her own body urging her to do so for a good solid week before even coming to me. That’s why I started Twilight Time, not to tell these foals things they should not know, but because they were already learning those things, and I had to do something to stop them from hurting themselves!
“They had a very close call with Apple Bloom,” Twilight patiently seethed, “That they wanted to know how to avoid. So I told them. And that’s it. They didn’t even know what semen was!”
“And how did you tell her to avoid these close calls,” Rarity asked in a dangerously quiet tone. Sweetie knew that tone.
The only indication Twilight gave that she was thinking of an answer was a slight switch of her tail. Then she said, “I told them not to practice coitus interruptus.”
“Coitus what, now?” Rarity asked, skeptically.
Twilight facehooved. “When the stallion pulls out, before he—”
“Twilight, not in front of the foals!” Rarity declared, moving forward trying to zip her mouth.
Twilight backed up in response, defending herself with the phrase, “These foals came into this library, after they practiced coitus interruptus!”
“They... what?” Rarity asked blankly.
“We caught Apple Bloom and Shady,” Sweetie burst in behind her, explaining angrily, “And they were coitusing, so we interrupted them. And since I pulled him off of Apple Bloom, she’s not pregnant!”
Rarity looked at Sweetie uncomprehendingly.
“I knew that I was pregnant and I knew how,” Sweetie insisted, “So that’s how I knew to stop Apple Bloom. And miss Twilight just... told me why it was dangerous, and why it was a good thing. You were the one who told me how, Rarity! You told me, not miss Twilight! That’s why I made Scootaloo go in me instead, even though I was already pregnant, because you taught me how it would make Apple Bloom pregnant!
“You...” was the only word Rarity managed to get out, before her eyes rolled up in her head, and she slumped to the floor.
After a slight hesitation, Twilight stood up straighter and tilted her head saying, “Well I didn’t expect that reaction.”
Sweetie just lay her head across, over her sister’s neck and stayed with her.
“You want a pillow, or...something?” Twilight asked, looking at the two of them worriedly. Sweetie managed to nod a little bit. With Rarity’s head laid upon the pillow, her shallow breathing evened out, and she merely gave a sigh as she came to, saying,
“Oh Sweetie, I thought I had been preparing you for estrus, but all this time it’s been me who’s the problem.”
Sweetie didn’t know what to say, but Twilight offered gently, “That’s very brave of you to say Rarity. And now that it’s cleared up, we can work together to get through this season.”
“I should never have told you a thing about estrus and pregnancy,” Rarity said guiltily, standing up and brushing herself off. “Then, maybe you wouldn’t have continued to descend into a life of debauchery.”
Sweetie’s ears went down at that, and “What?!” yelped the purple librarian. “If you hadn’t told her anything,” Twilight said hastily to Rarity, “Then Apple Bloom would be pregnant! Apple Bloom!”
“Better than my sister whoring herself out right in front of some estrus ridden filly!” Rarity retorted. “She could be scarred for life from this experience!”
“Are you even listening to yourself?” Twilight gaped, “That’s the worst thing to do! How is it a good idea to make more fillies pregnant?”
“I don’t expect you to understand, Twilight,” Rarity said with a sniff. “Some things are simply scurrilous, and all your rationalizing can’t make them right. It is not the right thing to do, to teach young fillies about pregnancy so soon. You saw the consequences!”
“It is so a good idea!” Twilight answered, butting Rarity in the forehead. “You know the consequences are worse if she doesn’t know!”
“It is not a good idea!” Rarity said simply, butting right back.
“Is!”
“Not!”
“Is!”
“Not!”
“You want Applejack to lose the farm?!”
“You want Sweetie Belle to be some kind of common whore?!”
“Funny you should say that, considering her mother, Rarity!” Twilight shot back, pawing the ground.
Rarity gasped, stomping the ground and shouting, “My parents are the most true and virtuous ponies to each other, Twilight!”
The librarian smirked and said, “Yeah. Now.”
“Excuse me?” Rarity replied, glaring daggers at Twilight.
Sweetie Belle was completely lost at this point, sitting between the two mares and trying to figure out just why they were so mad. Was it just estrus? Does estrus make you feel this—okay yes it makes you feel this way, but couldn’t Rarity at least be civil? And what was Twilight talking about? Sweetie felt like she was insulting their mother, but over what?
“And what about her sister?” Twilight persisted, making Sweetie’s ears perk up, “You know your aunt is still a—”
“We do not talk about that in front of Sweetie Belle!” Rarity outright shouted. Sweetie wilted then as Rarity looked at her and said in a kind, polite voice, “Sweetie, can you please leave? Twilight and I need to discuss something ...in private.” Rarity’s tail lashed like a whip on saying at that.
“But I want to—” Sweetie managed to say, before Rarity cut her off with,
“Sweetie. Out.”
Twilight was the one to react to that, sinking her head and saying, “No, I’m not going to talk about that. I know you don’t want me bringing up old problems. I just... how about you both leave the library? Then we can just pretend this conversation never happened.”
Rarity gave a slow, silent sigh. “Very well,” she said, turning and walking out of the library, tugging on Sweetie with her magic saying, “Come along, Sweetie Belle.”
“I’m sorry, miss Twilight,” Sweetie said for her sister, not sure why but still very, very sorry about this.
“It’s okay, Sweetie,” Twilight smiled at her, though her eyes weren’t into it.
Sweetie half nodded, then turned, looked back, then trotted off to catch up with her sister. Sweetie wished that were the end of that, but Rarity was still pretty mad afterwards, saying things like, “That unicorn can be just, rrrgh!” and “I can’t believe she’s been teaching you about whoring and gangbangers,”
“I don’t even know what those are,” Sweetie retorted petulantly, “She didn’t teach me about the dream. It just happened!”
“I refuse to believe you came up with the boorish notion of entertaining seven colts without pause, all on your own!” Rarity said to her sister, as they left the library to walk together down the road, Sweetie’s smaller legs moving quickly to keep up with Rarity’s leisurely clip. “Somepony must have set you up! You are such a sweet innocent little darling. How could that many colts have plagued your dreams!”
“Well there are seven colts in our class,” Sweetie tried explaining. She didn’t control her dreams any more than Rarity did, but it seemed relatively obvious.
“How do you explain the vice principal then?!” Rarity retorted, triumphantly offended.
Sweetie blushed. “He is kind of ...cute...” she uttered shyly.
...
Meanwhile, by some miracle of fate, Rainbow Dash still didn’t know Scootaloo was a colt.