>Day rotten apples
>You are Applejack
>And today you work on your orchard
>Or you would if you weren't so sick
>Not much to do anyway
>Especially since you gave a plot of land to those bats
>Disgusting varmits
>Bucking season is still months away and cider season ended a couple months ago
>Hay of a way to end it though
>Just glad Dash and Anon kept it under their hats
>Don't need it getting out that you're a fillyfooler and some kind of apefucker to boot
>Even if it was the best rut of your life
>Mac is walking you to the hospital to get something for this nausea
>Ain't a fan of hospitals
>Takes too long to tell you it was nothing, but Granny was no help
>Took one look at me then started cheering how its about time someone bucked the bats outta my orchard
>Weird since the little monsters are in our orchard now
*urk*
>Mac looks over and cocks an eyebrow obviously worried
>Big galoot
Sorry Macintosh thinking about those durn bats again, I'll be fine 'till we get there.
Just have that bucket ready
>"Eeyuh", he replies still clenching the bucket handle in his teeth
>Willing to bet my bottom bit he wishes he was a unicorn right now.
>Luckily we make it to the hospital without me spillin my guts
>Had to swallow a lot of bile to get here though
>After some time in the waiting room Nurse Redheart came in to give me a few tests
>Temperature, blood pressure, blood sample and all then she heads off
>A good twenty minutes after Dr. Stable walks in, giving Mac a curt nod then smiling at me.
So Doc, I assume you got some good news.  Just some stomach bug, take two and call ya in the mornin or somethin?
>"Much better news than that Applejack!", he says happier than anypony addressing an ill pony should be.
Don't tell me its all in mah head Doc, the wastebin at home would say otherwise.
>"Ugh Eeyup", Mac agrees. Still sour about having to clean up after me.
>"Miss Applejack, you're pregnant! Congratulati-
I didn't hear anything after that, fainted hard enough to do Rarity proud.