"Well, I've got some good news."
"Yes, doctor?" prompted a hopeful Sugar Belle, squeezing Big Mac's hoof.
"You're not sick," replied Doctor Horse with a wry grin.
"She's not?" asked Big Mac.
"No."
"But what about all the throwing up?" asked Sugar Belle.
"Oh, morning sickness is quite common with pregnancy."
"Pr-pregancy?" sputtered Big Mac.
"Yes."
"Oh, that's wonderful news," said Sugar Belle.
"Yes, just one thing. You know Big Mac set a record for new borns. As Big Mac's the father, your foal will be quite large. You're in for one hell of a ride when you go into labor."
Nine months later...
Big Mac sat on a couch in the waiting room. Sitting on either side of him was a younger sister. Across from him, Granny Smith along with Rarity, Pinkie Pie, and Fluttershy. Twilight paced nervously, as Rainbow Dash snored.
Meanwhile, from the other side of the door:
"Big Mac! You son-of-a-b****! You get in here! You hear me! You did this to me. I want you to see how much pain you put me in! I know you can hear me!"
The screaming went on for hours.
Ha!
Sugar Belle, you knew exactly what to expect when you started dating BIG Mac. You can't blame him for this.
I wouldn't be Big Macintosh right now.
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