>Twilight looks up from the burst remains of Fluttershy's midsection, setting down her surgical implements on the table beside her.
>"So, uh... Fluttershy..."
>The yellow pony raises her head from the cold metal of the operating table, her neck bent at a sickening angle.
>"Yes?"
>Her voice comes out in a nauseatingly wet gurgle that almost has you drop the mop you're cleaning the basement with.
>"How exactly did you get the aliens inside of you again?"
>"I thought I already told you, I started feeling weird after I ate a funny looking fruit out of the forest. Why, wha-"
>Fluttershy punctuates her statement with series of deafening, squelching coughs, each one sending chunks of blood and liquified organs to spatter across the floor you're lazily trying to clean.
"Come on Fluttershy, I had -just- mopped those tiles."
>"S-sorry Anon, but it's tough to talk with only half of a lung."
"HALF a lung? How are you even talking at all?"
>"Uh... magic?"
>Fluttershy offers as much a shrug as she can manage from under the operating table straps.
"You sure do a lot of magic for a pony without a horn, Butterguts."
>"Ahem."
>Twilight's significantly less messy cough interrupts you before you can point out anymore inconsistencies.
>"About your fruit story, Fluttershy. Can you see what I'm pointing at here?"
>Fluttershy cranes her head so as to peek into her chest cavity, her neck vertebrae grinding against each other audibly as she does.
>"The intestines?"
>"No, not that one, this one," Twilight squishes her hoof against an exposed organ, causing Fluttershy to wince, "your stomach."
>"It looks like it has a couple holes in it..."
>"Exactly, only some small bites. Now this here,"
>Twilight's hoof trails south over Fluttershy's torso until it hovers over a collection of viscera that you believe would more constitute soup than an organ.
>"This is where your uterus -used- to be."
>"Oh my. That looks bad."
>Twilight furrows her brows, frowning expectantly at her patient while moving a hoof between the two spots.
>"C-can you fix it? I'll be needing my womb for when I have Anon's children next month."
"For when you WHAT?"
>"Fluttershy! Are you even paying attention?" Twilight rudely cuts you off again, her hoof-wagging increasing in speed.
>"I-is that a no?"
>With an exasperated sigh, Twilight angrily points a hoof at Fluttershy's gore-covered muzzle.
>"So when you "ate the fruit", it travelled all the way down," Twilight emphatically traces the route from Fluttershy's snout to her stomach, "to here."
>"Uhm..."
>"At which point the spawn gestated within your gastrointestinal system until bursting from your torso, right?"
>"M-maybe? Those are some big words-"
>"Then would you mind explaining how exactly all of this," close to shouting, Twilight angrily circles her hoof around Fluttershy's digestive tract, "is three bites from perfect while your ovaries look like someone spilled chili during a C-section?"
>Fluttershy, now actively trying to hide her face in her mane, offers little recourse.
>"They m-must have teleported after I... ate the... fruit."
>"THERE'S EGG FRAGMENTS IN YOUR OVARIES."
>"Well, I h-have eggs, so-"
>Twilight furiously plunges a gloved hoof into what was previously a reproductive system, fishing out a mottled green shard of membrane that gives off a sickly glow.
>"SO THIS IS YOURS?"
>Fluttershy sheepishly turns her head to the side, blushing slightly beneath the blood matting her fur.
>"Okay, maybe I didn't eat any fruit..."
>Two sets of eyes stare intently at the bashful pony, waiting for her to embellish.
>"...You both already know how attractive I can find aliens and-"
"Oh Jesus, Fluttershy."
>"Don't tell me you-"
>"-this one was really handsome and so tall and I hadn't "done that" in so long and-"
"HANDSOME?"
>"Fluttershy you've been declared medically dead for two hours now, how is that REMOTELY worth getting your plot stuffed?"
>"-his thing was so big, it went all the way to the back of my womb and it was so slimy too and-"
"Stopstopstopstopstop-"
>"Eaaugh, Fluttershy, alright we get it-"
>"-it felt really weird to get filled with all those eggs but I actually started to like it when they would squirm that I-"
"Twilight please turn her OFF."
>"On it."
>After a second of fumbling with her utensils, Twilight dives into the wounds of the ranting pony, frantically making incisions.
>"-I must have came eight times and now I can't wait for Anon to lay his eggs- oh!"
>As if a switch had been flicked, Fluttershy lapses back into unconsciousness, her head falling back to the operating table with a *ting*.
>"..."
"..."
>"Do you think it was actually a male, egg-laying alien or that she just mistook an ovipositor for a penis?"
"I'm more concerned about why she thinks I can lay eggs."
>"I wouldn't worry about the logic of a pony who voluntarily liquified her ovaries because she finds aliens "handsome.""
"Hm."
>"Hm."
>You both stare down at the respective messes in front of you, yours on the floor, hers on the table, and share a much desired moment of peace.
"Can ponies even have C-sections?"
>"Get back to work."