At Rarity's funeral, all her ponyfriends were present. Twilight, Spike, Flutter Shy, Pinkie Pie and many more. The mayor of Ponyville also showed up, and Diamond Tiara was there as guest of honor. The drums began their rhythm and the ritaul could proceed.

"Personally, I'm just glad that cunt is gone." Twilight rejoiced.

"I don't know, Twilight." Spike responded. "She was pregnant with my child, after all"

"What the fuck, Spike?!" Twilight ejaculated.

"Yeah, she's been knocked up for quite some time now." Spike exposited. "She should've been in labor about now, had she still been alive."

Then, as the priest layed final grace, a bloody fetus projectiled out Rarity's coffin, and landed in Twilight's hands. Twilight saw that it was a terrible abomination of inter-species coitus.

"Spike, you dumb dragon fuck! Look at what your splooge has cursed us with now!" Twilight barked.

The poor excuse for a fetus wheezed and pulsated. Spike couldn't believe his own eyes as he gazed in revolt upon the cluttered demonbaby. Twilight knew the choice was between throwing the disgusting shit in the trash or displaying it for cash at the upcoming fair. Since the garbage ponies didn't come around until next tuesday, she chose the latter.