"I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry!"

Moondancer tried to meet her lover's eyes but only found herself kissing the floor once again. The hard floor smacked against her forehead, causing gray spots to hover over her eyes for a moment.

But it was alright. She deserved it.

"You don't get it, do you?" Poptart, her coltfriend gazed down at her with his steel-gray eyes. "Don't you realise what you've done? Answer me!"

Moondancer felt a burst of pain on her lower back as his hoof connected to her.

"I'm sorry, Pop tart. Please, forgive me..." She tried regaining her hooves only to be knocked down again.

"I don't want your apologies. They won't fix the damage you've done. My reputation, my job -you know, the one I support you with- it could all go down the drain. All because of you!"

Moondancer thought of rising up again, but thought better of it. Instead she just opted to stay on the ground. That's where she belonged anyway.

Lower than dirt. Face down on the floor. That's the only place she had the right to consider home.

"I know, Poptart. It's my fault. I made a mistake. I'll do anything I can, everything I can to fix it, too. Believe me!"

Poptart merely shook his head and turned away, not wanting to even look at her.

She was so disgusted with herself.

Moondancer struggled to her hooves. She could feel a burning sensation on her cheek where she was last hit forming on her cheek. It was okay, though. The swelling would go away eventually. But the damage she caused to her relationship might not. She needed to fix it before it was too late.

She slowly approached her coltfriend from behind. His pink fur was slightly ruffled and his normally well-styled mane was completely out of shape from the night's activities.

He was the only stallion in the world who could love her, yet she had done so much to ruin it. Why did she even think she had the right to talk to him? He was so perfect, and she was just a dishonest whore in return.

But she couldn't let him escape. Not like everypony else. She needed him.

"Poptart, please, you know how much I love you..." She crept up behind him and began stroking his mane softly. He always enjoyed that.

"We can fix this. Everything will be okay. Nopony will have to know." She rested her head on his back and took in the sounds of him breathing. It calmed her.

"Nopony will have to know? Its not exactly something you can hide. Pretty soon the whole town will know my patient got pregnant, and before long they'll know it was by me."

"Oh, come on, love. We'll find a way. Maybe we can put the baby up for adoption as soon as it's born? I'll just make up a story about not knowing who the father is or something. Then we could be happy together, like always."

Moondancer took a deep breath, enjoying the smell of her stallion, but his sudden muscle jerk completely disgruntled her rhythm.

Another searing bit of pain was felt across her face, this time mixed with a wet sensation trickling down her chin.

"You dumb whore! Think things through for once! If you have this filly, they're going to have to do DNA testing for the birth documents. I'll be finished...and so will you, understand?"

Her weak body was lifted up by his hooves to make direct eye contact with him. "Y-yes, I understand."

"Good."

Her body dropped back to the floor with a thud as he let her go. She was losing her energy to get up over and over again.

"So, dear, what do you suggest we do?"

"The only thing we can do."

Poptart dashed over to a table across the room and levitated a pad of part and quill to him. He quickly jotted something down and tossed it over to Moondancer. She looked at it and read its contents.

"1100 West Vermilion Boulevard, Canterlot? What is this?"

"A fellow colleague of mine from medical school runs a private practice there. I want you to meet with him sometime this week and explain the circumstance. Just !mention that I sent you, and you won't have any problems, alright?"

"Um, okay, but what kind of place is it?"

"Its a medical centre, but my friend also specialises in handling unplanned pregnancies. He'll set you up with a date and time to fix our problem."

"Wait... You want to kill our baby?"

"Is there any other option?"

"No, you can't, please!"" She lightly clutched her tummy where her baby was just beginning to form. "Please, there has to be another way."

"Look, I'm doing you a favour. I'm willing to stay with you if you just help me out this one time. Besides,do you honestly think you'd be any kind of a good mother? How many stallions have you been through, again?"

She opened her mouth to retort, but found no words.

He was right. She couldn't take care of her baby even if she did have a better situation. Instead, she was just trying to push away the one stallion who loved her.

No. It wouldn't happen again. She wouldn't lose him.

"Alright, I'll visit him this week. I promise."

"Good. It'll Be for the best."

"I know... I trust you, Poptart. I love you so much."

"I love you, too."