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// Arc 1- Introduction Arc- Chapter 1: Morning 
// Story: Stories Of Our Future 
// by ShadowsOfThePast 
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	Twilight fluttered her wings and laughed as Pinkie told her a joke about balloons. She felt the warm sunshine on her back, and smiled, closing her eyes as the girls chatted. Rainbow poked Twilight to get her to open up her eyes again and waggled her eyebrows. "So, when are you gonna admit your feelings for Flash?"

That received uproarious laughter from her friends as she blushed and sputtered. "I-I have no clue what you're talking about!" 

Fluttershy put a hoof to her mouth. "Hehehe, well at least you're not like Rainbow. She's practically a tomato she's so red when Quibble's around."

The said mare spluttered with red cheeks, and tried to hide it by focusing on eating her sandwich. Twilight blinked as she watched Rainbow's stomach grow slightly. "Um, Rainbow... You- Gah!" She gasped as she saw that all of her friend's stomachs started bloating up.

"Are you alright, darling?" Rarity asked, raising an eyebrow. 

"You- You- ME!" She had just noticed, yet it seemed her belly had grown as well. 

She turned to Fluttershy as she opened her mouth, ready for the kind mare's advice when an entire different thing came out: "WE NEED MORE BUTTER!!"

Twilight awoke with a jolt and a "GAH!" She turned to her husband, still deep asleep, mumbling gently. She rolled her eyes and pricked her ears as she heard voices coming from below her.

"What do you mean we need more butter!?"

"What I mean is that used too much on your stupid butter slide!"

"Don't complain, you definitely weren't when you slid down it!"

"Shut up!"

Twilight rubbed her eyes and groaned. She got up groggily, not even bothering to magic her mane into place and trotted downstairs. Suddenly, there was an explosion, and she rushed down. At the bottom she found a group of groaning and blown up mares and stallions. Standing in the middle, body blackened with ash and the tip of his mane on fire, stood her son, a plate of breakfast in his magic aura.

She laughed and laughed, and with that came the memories, of which only made her smile and laugh harder and harder.