You scroll through more text messages before another one sparks a memory.
01/04/2017 2:26pm
I really don’t know how its possible but I think
I’m going to be a dad…
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“I’m gonna bucking kill him!” You hear Big Mac screaming from the first floor. You look up from your book, at the clock, to see that its only nine thirty in the morning. What could he possibly be yelling about this early? You think.
Before you can even contemplate the thought the door to your room is kicked wide open, breaking partly off the door frame. Big Mac is standing in the doorway, seething with rage. “You son of a whore!” he screams at you, moving slowly towards you.
“H-hey Big Mac. What, ah, what seems to be the problem?” you ask with a sheepish smile.
“What seems to be the problem?! What seems to be the problem?!” He grabs your shirt by the collar and pulls you in closer to his face. You still don’t understand how ponies can grab things with their hooves. “I’ll tell you what’s the problem! You! Knocking up my sister!” He throws you down on the the ground.
Applejack appears in the doorway. “Mac don’t hurt him!”
“Applejack, what’s he talking about?”
Applejack sighs “Remember the New Years Eve party at Twilights?”
“Noooooo.” Big Mac grabs your shirt again and you put your hands up. “I got so drunk there all I remember is getting there then waking up the next day here, hungover.”
“Well I wasn't quite as drunk, and in heat.” Applejack traces a circle on the floor before continuing. “And I… might’vetakenadvantageofthesituationwhenwegothome,” she spits out.
“You what?” Both Big Mac and yourself question at the same time.
“I’m sorry. Its just. We’ve been goin’ out now for like a year and a half, and you didn’t seem to argue”
“Wait, so AJs gonna be a mother?” Applebloom questions while sicking her head in the room.
“Bloom, out,” Big Mac commanded.
“How is this even possible?” You ask with a puzzled look on your face.
“Whatcha mean how is this possible? Didn’t ya ever have sex-ed in school?” Big mac finnly lets your shirt go.
“No, I mean yes, I mean how is this physically possible. I’m a human, she’s a pony. It shouldn’t be able to happen.”
“I don’t know. Magic?” Applejack struggs.
About an hour later you found yourself, Applejack and Big Mac at Twilight’s where she did, indeed, confirm, it was magic.
I still can’t believe she confirmed it was magic.