“Octavia! Octavia can you hear me!? I need you to answer!”
Octavia’s hearing was muffled. The voice that was calling out to her seemed very distant, almost completely drowned out by the intense pounding in her head. She moved slightly, but her body felt heavy.
W-What…in Equestria happened…answer what? She thought, slowly regaining her senses.
“Oh thank Celestia she’s waking up! Somepony get her a glass of water!” The voice was deep and husky.
Must belong to a stallion… She thought, her mind swimming. She slowly opened her eyes, immediately shutting them again. The light on the ceiling was blinding. She sluggishly raised a foreleg over her face, covering her eyes as she slowly opened them once more.
“How are you feeling, Octavia?” The husky voice asked again. When she focused her eyes on the source, she saw the voice had belonged to her doctor.
Doctor Haysworth was a short, but solidly built Earth pony. His coat was a pristine white with a light orange mane, bright green eyes and a stethoscope for a cutie mark. He wore a typical doctor's coat and held a clipboard in the crook of his left foreleg.
“…I feel like I was just hit with a sack of bricks…” she replied weakly, two aides slowly helping her back to her hooves.
“You gave us quite the fright. It’s not often that we have patients collapsing in our examination rooms.” He chuckled. “I am also terribly sorry for not telling you the news. I had a vaccine to administer to an elderly patient, so I was in a bit of a hurry.”
“It… is no trouble at all, Doctor… no trouble at all…” she said, her voice much softer than normal. “…So it’s true then… I’m pregnant?” She asked timidly, hoping against hope that what had caused her to faint was simply a joke.
“Yes, you are, Octavia. You’re going to be the proud mother of a colt or a filly,” The doctor smiled warmly. “Now, judging by the hormones found in your blood, I can state that the foal is about three weeks along, and should be due sometime next September,” he said, reviewing the data from his clipboard, making sure he was giving her the right information.
“I cannot begin to fathom how this happened… I have not had any 'relations' with a stallion…” A shocking discovery overcame her.
“…Does that mean…the foal…is Vinyl's?!” she shrieked, her pupils shrinking to pinpricks and her tail fraying out like she had been hit with a bolt of lightning.
The doctor dropped his clipboard. “Excuse me? Did you say you had not had relations with a stallion? Astounding! This- this is remarkable!” the doctor said, a look of excitement filling his eyes. “Octavia, do you know what this means?! You’re the first mare to have a magically-induced conception in decades!” He said with such excitement one would believe his birthday came early. “This is amazing news! I’ve never delivered a foal created through magic! That’ll show that old coot of a father that I’m good at what I do!” he sneered. The other nurses and assistants gave the doctor a worried expression. The doctor blushed, and cleared his throat. “Again Octavia, I give you my most sincere congratulations!”
“I-I do not understand. What do you mean, ‘magically-induced conception?’ Is that even possible?” she asked, unable to put the pieces together. She knew, as any other pony, how foals were made. It was usually between a mare and a stallion, they had intercourse, and they conceived, simple as that. She sighed heavily.
It just HAD to be me, she grumbled. She then began to think.
“Wait…you said that the foal was three weeks along?” She asked, curious.
“Yes, I did. Why?” The doctor asked in return.
“…No reason.” She said, her expression becoming stoic as she remembered back to three weeks prior; the last time her and Vinyl had gotten... intimate.
She then pondered how she was going to evade the law once she got a hold of Vinyl.