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// 72. Foals - by The Princess Rarity 
// Story: RariJack - The Compilation of Prompts 
// by Titanium Dragon 
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The Princess Rarity



Foals






“You’re not a very convincing liar, my dear,” Rarity said, with a laugh. “Honestly, you - pregnant! Quite the joke, if you ask me.” She adjusted her glasses, and went back to sewing her latest creation. “So what was it you actually wanted to tell me?”

“That was it,” Applejack muttered in a soft voice that almost seemed out of character.

“Come now, it was funny the first time,” Rarity replied. “Whatever you need to talk about, I’m here for, you know that.” She looked up to her wife, with a serious expression. “Darling? Is something troubling you?”

A silence formed between the two mares and Applejack just stood there, gently kicking the floor. She normally wasn’t one to back away or be timid, but it seemed that now, she was at a complete loss for words. Rarity was now growing concerned with each and every minute that passed by. She pushed her work away, and took off her glasses, looking at Applejack with a now more caring, yet still confused, expression.

“Applejack, if you speak the truth, I suggest you have a proper explanation for it,” Rarity declared. “Because last I recalled, you were married to a mare, and I know my biology.”

“Rares, I - I just… I don’t know either,” Applejack said shakily. “I was sick, and the doc said-”

“-you’re leaving something out,” Rarity argued. “You have to be. There is no way in Equestria that you… we-” She frowned, and shook her head. “What do you want me to say?”





“Magical conception,” Twilight explained. “It’s not very common, but it’s possible. The most elusive manner of foals to be created, and in the case of two mares, it’s the easiest way for them to have a child of their own blood.” She unrolled the scroll that she held in her magic, and skimmed over the details. “In fact, a few decades back, the Equestrian population had predominate fillyfooling couples, so every one out of ten foals was born biologically of two mares. Although, many birth certificates had names of false or random stallions in the father’s section.”

Rarity’s jaw nearly fell to the floor. Impossible. She couldn’t believe it. They had used magic in the bedroom once. There was no way, no how that she had gotten her wife pregnant.

It was something out of a story, a fantasy, this was reality and…

...and who was she kidding?

Tests and history were proving it, Applejack was a terrible liar - she would never fib about something this crucial and she definitely wouldn’t cheat either.

Yet, there was still a twinge of doubt. Rarity looked at her wife, with a slight scoff.

“I expect a DNA test when the foal is born,” she muttered. “To prove it’s mine. Which is highly unlikely.”

She definitely didn’t see the tears in Applejack’s eyes…





It was supposed to be eleven months, but apparently, that little filly had fought her way out two months early. Rarity would be lying if she said she hadn’t been panicking -- even if she had her doubts, she still cared about her wife -- and after what seemed like endless hours of waiting, she was finally proven wrong. Nine months of doubt, nine months of tension, and with one look at the newborn, she felt like crying. So many emotions were now coursing through her veins; fear, happiness, regret, joy, perplexment, it was all falling into place as she hesitantly took the little filly in her hooves.

There was no denying that this was the daughter of both Rarity and Applejack. The newborn filly was an earth pony with a soft orange coat, a small fuzzball of navy as her mane and her eyes were the most brilliant shade of blue; like sapphires and stars combined.

Did Rarity even deserve to call this foal her daughter; after how she had acted in the beginning?

“I’m sorry,” Rarity whispered. She looked over to her exhausted wife, who was smiling despite the labor she had just been through. “I - I really should have believed you. I don’t know what I was thinking, I-”

“-Rares, shut that pretty mouth of yers, and help me name our daughter,” Applejack teased.

Rarity let out a breathless laugh as tears streamed down her cheeks. She smiled, and gently kissed the newborn’s forehead.





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