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How to Raise a Filly

by CharmingChaos

Chapter 3: Time-Sped

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Wheee, randomness chapter!
Also, just for the record, I was kinda high on sugar and caffeine and so sleep. So, yeah. it's veyr weird. But it's only because I'm impatient :p
Also, names. I need names, ponies! Can be male or female, because I haven't decided whether it's a filly or a colt yet. I guess I'd kinda like them to be music related, to go with the rest of the family, but ifyou think you have an awesome, not music-y name, bu=y all means, tell me those ones, too!
I know I'll like ALL the names, so no insulting each other over them!

Octavia woke up feeling rather sick at her stomach. She had very little memory of the night before, but she was vaguely aware of screaming far too loudly, and the lower half of her abdomen felt oddly heavy against the mattress.

Octavia opened her eyes to find herself face to face with the open, lightly snoring mouth of Vinyl Scratch.

That. at least, was normal. But the heaviness at her waist stayed on - it wasn't a dream, she guessed. Octavia rolled onto her back, with some difficulty, and propped herself up on her pillow. She let out a muffled gasp and shook Vinyl's shoulders frantically.

"Vin', Vinyl, wake up! I think something went wrong!"

The white unicorn moaned, not opening her eyes. "Octy, let me go, I wanna sleep, I worked hard last night."

"I know you did, Vin', but, I think you messed up somehow. Look at me!"

"Wha - " Vinyl opened one eye, glancing sleepily at the mare quietly shouting in her ear. "Oh-my-Celestia-how-long-did-I-sleep?"

"You slept all night, Vinyl," Octavia said exasperatedly. "What has that got to do with anything?"

"Y- you're pregnant! You were fine last night - what the hay happened?!" Vinyl sputtered, pointing her hoof at Octavia's bulging stomach.

"I don't know, for Pony's sake, I don't know! You did the spell, how in Equestria am I supposed to know what you did differently then Twilight said?" Octavia was quite frantic now.

Vinyl took a deep breath and put her free hoof around Octavia's waist. "I have no clue whatsoever, Octy. But, I think I made the spell go a lot faster then normal. We'd better go to the hospital, just in case."

"That's probably a good ide - Oh, Celestia it's kicking it's alive let's go quickly Vinyl!"

They made a hasty note to Tambourine, told the neighbors that they were leaving her and if anything happened to please tell them, and hurried to the hospital.

Octavia was rushed into a regular check-up office as soon as they arrived, Vinyl at her heels - well, actually, clinging to her hoof - and a stern-looking dark blue stallion came in.

He looked her over and rolled his eyes. "Lady, is this some kind of a joke? You're seven months pregnant, and you come in here yelling about it coming on over night. Well, very funny, we'll see who's laughing when the bill comes."

Vinyl let go of Octavia's hoof and stalked over to him from her place by her wife's side. "Now, look here, Doc. I performed the spell last night, last night, I swear, and now you go and tell me she's seven months into it already? What the hay are you talking about, Mister?"

"Look, Ma'am," the doctor said in a patient, but a little bit bored, tone. "I know a seven months pregnant mare when I see one. She's been carrying that foal for more then half a year - not twelve hours."

Octavia got up and waddled toward the arguing ponies. "Excuse me, Doctor, but what she's saying is true. This... whole thing started last night - not months ago. Can we see a specialist, please?"

"I'm a specialist, Lady. You've been carrying that foal for seven months, or I'm a donkey's uncle!"

"I think, sir, that I would know if I was pregnant for the better part of a year. Now, please, for the love of Celestia, go find somepony else. I, for one, want a second opinion."

"Well, I can bring in another doctor, but they'll just say the same thing. It's obvious, there's no other scientifically possible answer!"

"Just do it, Doctor." Octavia spat.

The stallion backed away hastily. "Alright, lady, I'm going. But I assure you, you'll get the exact same results."

As the blue stallion left, Vinyl took a deep breath, nostrils flared slightly in frustration. "I think this isn't gonna work, 'Tav. We'd better get some flying chariot tickets to Ponyville - I doubt anypony but Twilight can tell us about this mess."

"I just don't get it, Vinyl. I mean, I know there is always a possibility for flaws in magic, especially new spells like that one, but still... I mean, how could I become seven months pregnant overnight?"

"I don't know, 'Tavi. Maybe - well, did you have any weird dreams?"

"No... I don't think - uh, there was one, actually. It was - "

A pink doctor trotted in, with a bright smile and a continuous pale pink flush that seemed to permanently afflict her cheeks. "Hello, ladies, I'm Doctor Steph, well, that's what everypony calls me, because it's simpler than my real name. You called for a second opinion?"

Octavia nodded. "Last night, my wife performed a new spell made by the Element of Magic, our Princess's own pupil, to - well, to get a combination of the two of us instead of using a donor, or something and -"

"Yes, I know all that from your last doctor. But, are you sure it was only last night?"

"We are," Vinyl nodded.

"Then it's physically impossible. I suggest you contact the maker of your spell. She may be able to help you." Steph said shortly, opening the door. "Good day, you two, and Celestia be with you. I hope, for your sake, you get there in time."

Once outside, Octavia glanced at Vinyl in confusion. "Get where in time? Are we going somewhere?"

Vinyl shook her head. "I don't know what she meant. But I for one think we should catch the next chariot to Ponyville, and beat it to Twilight's - you never know, by the time we get there, you might be in labour!"

Octavia grimaced. "I don't think so. It doesn't feel like it's gotten any bigger."

"Doesn't matter," Vinyl said, trotting along beside her. "We should still go. I want to know what I screwed up in case we want to do it again."

"That's unlike you, Vinyl. You don't seem like one to learn from her mistakes."

"Rubs off when you're married to Miss Responsible-pants herself," Vinyl shot back.

Octavia stopped walking suddenly. "Urgh. I don't think I can walk anymore. I'm carrying an extra ten pounds, it feels like, and it isn't helping my speed."

"Can't be ten pounds, that's too much. But okay, here. I'll see if I can get that pegasus across the street to pull down a cloud for you."

"Vinyl, I can't sit on clouds. Only pegasi can. Take a look at my back."

Vinyl rolled her eyes. "No wings, I know. But cloud-walking is one of the most basic spells in the book - even I can do it! You still have a hot flank, by the way. Even pregnant." She kissed her cheek before continuing. "Hey, Yo! Yellow pegasus!"

The stallion turned his head, looking for the source of the shouting.

Vinyl waved cheerfully. "Yeah, you. Sorry for interrupting your stroll, but, uh my wife here is really pregnant, and she's too tired to walk home. D'ya think you could bring us a little cloud for her to ride on?"

The stallion nodded and took off. Seconds later, he skidded to a halt in front of them, a pony-sized cumulus between his front hooves. "There you go, Ma'am. Glad to have been of help."

"Ponies here are so polite compared to Canterlot," Octavia observed as the stallion trotted off. "I can't believe he just did that, no questions asked."

Vinyl rolled her eyes. "Ponies are nice everywhere but Canterlot, Octy. And helping a pregnant mare is kinda common courtesy, you know." She forced the cloud to the ground with a hoof. " Hop on, Milady."

Octavia stepped tentatively onto the small cloud. It was cool and springy, like a floating liquid mattress. She giggled, reminded oddly of a waterbed she'd had when she was eight. "Thanks, Vinyl. This is a very comfortable way to get home. But are you sure you can get us home?"

Vinyl pulled a tuft of the cloud out in a sort of rope, gripping the end in her magic. "Of course, see? Clouds are very pliable, and very stretchy."

Suddenly, Octavia sat up, groaning as her bulging abdomen resisted the movement. "This is all well and good, Vinyl, but what are we going to tell Tamby?"

"Simple," Vinyl flashed her a smile. "She'll have a little sister or brother by this evening."

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