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// Potty Fever 
// Story: Pound and Pumpkin Cake's Adventures (And Misadventures) In Potty Training 
// by SuperPinkBrony12 
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                Pinkie kept her promise, and didn't tell Pumpkin about Pound using her potty by mistake. Pound himself also made sure to keep quiet about it, afraid that his sister might retaliate by intentionally using his potty instead of hers.

The next day, Pound and Pumpkin were taken over to Sweet Apple Acres, so that their parents could devote all their attention to the plumber that was coming to try and fix the toilet.

However, Pound wasn't feeling well, despite now being in pull-ups instead of diapers. His forehead felt slightly warm, and he was coughing and sneezing quite a bit, to say nothing of his stuffy nose.

"Achoo!" Pound sneezed for what had to be the hundredth time that day, as Applejack was taking his temperature by sticking a thermometer under one of his wings (he was glad he wasn't having it taken the other way).

Applejack carefully held the thermometer in place, while Granny Smith tended to Pumpkin Cake (Big Macintosh was busy working the fields, and Apple Bloom was hanging out with Diamond Tiara and her fellow crusaders). When she heard the familiar beep of the thermometer, she pulled it out from under Pound's left wing and examined it. "Just as I suspected," Applejack said to herself. "Looks like you've got a case of the feather flu, Pound. Fortunately, it don't seem to be too severe."

"Bu my feathers feel fine." Pound protested, before he sneezed once again.

"Yeah, how can his feathers can get sick?" Pumpkin asked, as Granny Smith held her in her hooves while also dusting off Apple Bloom's highchair.

Granny Smith and Applejack chuckled a bit at the twins misunderstanding. "The feather flu has nothin' to do with feathers," Granny Smith explained to Pumpkin. "It's just called that because it's a strain of flu that only pegasi can get. And since pegasi have feathers, ponies took to callin' it the feather flu. Why, I remember the time when an outbreak of it crippled the entire city of Cloudsdale and there was no rain for a whole month."

"Bu I got a flu shot!" Pound complained. "How I still get sick?"

"Sometimes the shot they give you doesn't match the strain that breaks out," Applejack told Pound. "I'm guessin' that's the case here."

"I must've gotten it from Flurry Heart somehow," Pound thought to himself. "Or maybe whatever caused Princess Twilight to turn into a kangaroo is responsible. Either way, I hate it! Pumpkin is lucky she can't get this 'feather flu'."

Applejack carefully cleaned the thermometer she had just used, before she said to Granny Smith. "I'm gonna set Pound down for a nap, then run into town and see if the pharmacy's got anythin' for feather flu in foals. You can keep an eye on Pumpkin and her brother 'til I get back, right?"

Granny Smith chuckled. "Darn tootin' I can, all my experience from raisin' my grandkids has left me wise to the tricks foals like to play. You just make sure Pound's all nice and snug in that old crib, it's the very same one that every Apple family child born here has slept in."

"Will do, Granny," Applejack replied, heading up to her bedroom. "In a way, since Pinkie's a distant cousin of ours, and The Cakes are like a second family to her, Pound and his twin sister have some Apple blood in them. And I ain't met a foal with any trace of Apple heritage that didn't like sleepin' in a genuine Apple family crib."  

Pound continued to sneeze, cough, and sniffle, even as he was layed down in the crib in Applejack's bedroom. This feather flu sucked.

"Now you just close your eyes and get some rest," Applejack told Pound, lightly kissing him on the forehead. "I'm gonna see if I can find some medicine to help bring down that fever, and unclog that stuffy nose of yours."

"My nose not a toilet." Pound lightly replied in confusion.

"So, it can still clog up," Applejack chuckled. "But unlike a toilet, I don't need a plunger to clear up the blockage, just the right kind of medicine."

Pound wanted to say something in response, but at that moment he closed his eyes. This feather flu was making him feel very sleepy for some reason.





Pound wasn't sure how long he slept for, but when he woke up he could hear Granny Smith talking to his sister in the bathroom just down the hall.

"You did it, Pumpkin!" Granny Smith cheered, her joyous declaration easily reaching Pound's ears. "Good job on leavin' gold in that pot. Not since Big Macintosh have I seen a pony do that so easily!"

"Tank you, Gwanny Smith," Pumpkin replied. "It was nothing."

"I hope you ain't just sayin' that," Granny said with a smile. "Now just give me a second and we'll take care of that gold." 

Pound became horrified upon hearing that! "Oh no!" He gasped. "Somehow I made Pumpkin sick too, she not doing pee-pee anymowe it sowid wike poo-poo! I got to stop Gwanny Smith fwom hiding this fwom Applejack!" And quick as a flash, he tossed aside his blanket and rose out of the crib! His destination was already clear in mind, and he knew he had to act fast!

After landing on the ground with a thud, Pound dashed to the bathroom despite his constant sneezing and sniffling! He had to make sure Granny Smith didn't flush away the evidence of what was wrong with his sister, Applejack had to know!

Time seemed to slow to a crawl for Pound, as it seemed to take forever for him to dash down the hallway even though the bathroom wasn't too far away from where he'd been set down for a nap. 

At last, Pound reached his destination, and with all his might he reached up and turned the bathroom door knob. Then he flung himself through the air while shouting "No, dun fwush!" But it was too late, Granny Smith had already done so.

"Wha wrong, Pound?" Pumpkin asked, surprised to see her brother up and about. "Shouldn't you be asweep?"

"I was, bu I had to keep Gwanny Smith fwom hiding how sick you awe," Pound replied, panting heavily. "You doing pee-pee wike poopie now, Gwanny Smith called it gold! And now she's fwushed away the evidence!"

But Granny Smith and Pumpkin only laughed at Pound's statement, before Granny Smith said to Pound. "Your sister ain't sick, and she ain't doin' number one like it was number two. Gold is just how we country folk sometimes describe doin' number one."

"And you dun wanna know what they caww number two." Pumpkin whispered to her brother.

"So ya see, your sister is fine," Granny Smith told Pound. "Now come on, we'd better get you back to bed. It ain't good for a sick little foal like you to be skippin' out on bed rest."