Anon's Girly Adventure Part Eleven

> "Anon, believe it or not...I've been through the same thing."
> What the fuck is she talking about?
"What the fuck are you talking about?
> She averts her eyes.
>"Someone...forced themselves on me when I was just a filly..."
> She shifts in her spot.
>"It happened a few months after I got my cutiemark. As if that wasn't bad enough, I found out I was pregnant."
> She lets out a strangled sigh.
>"I panicked. I didn't know what to do. My parents didn't know. Only Maud knew what happened."
> Tears are running down her face, now.
>"I had to get rid of him. Afterwards...I-I felt so empty a-and guilty. What happened to me was bad, but it wasn't the baby's fault."
"Why are you telling me this?"
>"Because, I don't want you to make the same mistake. "
> It really hadn't dawned on you what to do with this kid.
> The back door suddenly opens and everyone starts pouring in.
> "Hey everypony! So glad you could make it!"
> Any evidence that Pinkie had been upset had disappeared.
> " Hey, Pinkie!"
> Rainbow Dash tosses her gift in the general direction of the rest of them.
>"Let's get it started! "
>"And the bass keeps runnin', runnin'"
"Will you guys stay out of my CD collection!?"
> Vinyl Scratch had just finished setting up.
>"Did someone say 'bass'?"
> Oh, no.
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> You and Rarity go to your house after the party.
> You have a hard time finding places for all the gifts you've gotten, and you still have a few to open.
> Six, precisely.
> The girls told him to wait until he got home to open them.
>"Anon, go ahead and open mine now."
> You fiddle around until you find the dainty white one.
> It's suspiciously shaped like a wine bottle.
>"Open it, Darling."
> You tear the wrapping paper off.
> It is a wine bottle.
> Even if you wanted to drink it, wine doesn't go well with cupcakes, and you ate a fuckton of them at the party.
"You realize I can't drink this, right?"
>"Why not?"
"I'm pregnant. "
>"So?"
"Baby plus alcohol equals birth defects. I ain't givin' birth to a tard."
>"You're keeping it!?"
> You shrug.
"I want to see how it comes out. I can always leave it in a dumpster if it's too weird."
> She half-heartedly chuckles.
> "An abortion would be much cleaner."
"...I'd rather not have a vacuum shoved up my snatch."
> "As opposed to having your lady parts ripped to shreds?"
> You feel a pang of fear as you recall seeing your mother give birth to you on video.
> That shit looked like it hurt.
>"I don't see what the big deal is. I've had four."
> Ho-ly shit!"Really?"
> "Oh, yes. But don't go telling anyone."
"Who?"
> She gets this smile on her face.
>"Promise not to tell?"
"Of course."
> Not.
>"Well, the first one was Hoity Toity's. He always was the one to creep around, but having his baby would be too much of a scandal."
> You vaguely remember Discord's comment about Sapphire Shores.
>"Then there was Prince Blueblood. That was a good night. He's not one for anal play, though. Then there was Big Mac; If he wasn't a mud pony, I probably would have kept it, but I have a reputation to uphold. "
> She pauses.
"Well? Who was the last one?"
> She giggles gleefully.
>"Shining Armor. "
"...You're kidding."
>"Not even close. I wanted to keep that one, but I'd rather not be exiled."
"Shiiiiiet!"
>"I know, right? He was quite the hard shell to crack. Poor thing wanted to stay faithful so badly, but no one can resist Rarity!"
> You knew for a fact you wouldn't be tapping that when you got your normal body back.
>"Well, since your going to keep it, I shouldn't let a good bottle go to waste."
> She grabs the bottle and heads for the door.
> "Just remember, your choosing between your money maker and your money taker."
> Then she's gone.
> You think.
>How WOULD you pay for a kid?
> The girls might help.
> You decide to deal with that issue later and pick up Pinkie's giant box.
> hue
> Shits loaded with glitter.
> You pull the the ribbon and open the box.
> More glitter shoots out.
> This is going to be hell to clean up.
> You look inside the box.
> It's a surprisingly glitter-free green stroller.
> There are buttons on the back.
> You and your destructive streak can't help but push them all.
> You smile.
> All of them are instrumentals: Smile Smile Smile, Winter Wrap Up, At the Gala and some other song you don't know.
> You pick up the note on the seat.
>'Hope you like it, Nonny! It had it especially made for you! P.S, when the baby is born, you'll know what that last song is for! Sugar and icing, Pinkie '
> Great. The first thing your kid will hear is Pinkie singing.
> You begin to fold the stroller when you notice a small black box.
> You pick it up and cautiously open it.
> It's a tiny blue muffin.