“Alright Twi, Truth it is. So, what’s the most useless power Alicorns have?”

“The most useless one? Uhm… I can assign utility to most of the things I can do, but… Hmmm… I can tell when somepony is ovulating.”

“Uhm, what?”

“There’s a distinct magical signature put out by the unfertilized egg, it presents as an unfulfilled potential in the thaumic aura, an as-yet empty nexus point in the spread of future possibilities. I can pinpoint this if I do a casual health scan over someone. After doing this often enough it just became habitual and the Alicorn powers sort of do it to ponies around me without telling me, it’s just become third or fourth nature, so to speak. I can’t really help it anymore, I just sort of wind up knowing it.”

“That’s pretty gross and creepy, Twi, but yeah, useless, I mean it’s estrus time anyway, most mares are gonna be ovulating, right?”

“Well… yes. Most mares are ovulating at present, that is factually correct.”

“Okay, wait a goldarned moment there Twi, I know that look. You’re really shy about somethin’, even your horn is blushing. What is it?”

“It’s not fair for me to say, it’s personal information so I am better off keeping it private–”

“One of us here ain’t ovulatin’, is that it?”

“Uhmmm… I really really shouldn’t say…”

“What, why wouldn’t one of us be ovulating? I mean, we all have that scent, don’t we? Not that I’m checking, because that would be totally weird, but…”

“Well, darling, there’s that perfume one can use of course, the one that’s handy for keeping a stallion’s interest out of season…”

“Can we all change the subject, please?”

“But what does it mean if one of us isn’t… Oooooh. That would mean one of us is preggers, wouldn’t it? Okay, who is it? Due date? Picked out a name yet? Who’s the lucky guy? This will be the bestest foal shower I’ve ever planned, don’t worry!”

“Uhm, I don’t want to be too too obvious, but just what perfume is that…?”

“Pregnant? Well, that’s like to ruin someone’s fantasy for sure.”

“Well… it’s not strictly true that one of us here isn’t ovulating, so please let’s just shelve this topic and let it rest. Really. Please. I didn’t mean to divert the conversation like this, believe me.”

“Uh, wait, you’re blushin’ even harder now. What is it, Twi? Out with it…”

“Perhaps she means that… more than one of us isn’t ovulating?”

“Oh great, then which two of us is it? We can rule out Twi I guess, and me and AJ are totally out… Flutters, did you let Discord bake a cake in your oven?”

“Eeep! No no no!”

“Rares, you got anythin’ you want to tell us?”

“Well, it should be obvious to narrow things down based on, say, one’s proximity to those with intent to do the deed, but I can avow that no stallion has favored me with such a gift as yet.”

“Please, please, let’s change the subject, this is a private matter, whoever they are may not even know it yet–”

“Alright then, uhh, Pinkie? This is gettin’ really weird, who here’s been with a stallion last?”

“You mean, aside from that castle shindig where you and Dashie got totally shnockered and pulled me and that castle guard into your room? Can’t think of anything else, noperoonies!”

“Aw heck no… Dash, ya didn’t let him, uh, check your oil level or anything like that, didya?”

“Totally not, AJ! And you didn’t either, right? Just a little fun all around, right Pinkie?”

“Just a little fun… but he did let me sample his cannoli just a little bit…”

“So he put the fillin’ in your pie, and then you got down and dirty with us? Am I hearin’ this aright?”

“No. Way. You mean Pinkie got all three of us knocked up? This is so totally wrong! Who’s that guard anyway?! What are we gonna do? Twi? You gotta help us, you started all this!”

“Okay, she just teleported away, I reckon the evening’s over. The resta y’all will excuse us, we’ve got more than a few things to talk about…”