Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Apple Fritter Sr. sat in the doctor’s office with his son, Big Macintosh, who was currently sitting quietly in a corner. His sighs being the only sound coming from his mouth.

“It shouldn’t be long now.” Apple Fritter Sr. thought to himself, as he watched a young mare and her filly be called into the back.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, the door opened again, and a nurse called out “Big Macintosh, the doctor will see you now.”

Apple Fritter Sr. got up from his seat, picked up his infant son, and together the two of them headed through the door, and into the rooms for clinic patients.

After measuring Big Macintosh’s height and weight, and taking his temperature and blood pressure, the nurse led the little colt and his father into one of the patient rooms.

“So, what seems to be the problem?” the nurse asked Apple Fritter Sr., as Big Macintosh played with his diaper, lightly poking it and giggling at the crinkling sounds it made.

“It’s my son, Big Macintosh,” Apple Fritter Sr. explained “He hasn’t gone number 2 in his diapers for days, not even just a little. At first I didn’t mind it, seeing as I was getting sick of changing his messy diapers. But now I’m starting to think he’s constipated, and he won’t tell me. He barely says much of anything.”

“Have you tried potty training him?” the nurse asked, as she wrote down some notes “Perhaps, the reason he hasn’t pooped in his diapers, is because he’s finally developed the control he needs to do it in a toilet.”

“We thought that was the case, but the instant we tried to get him to use the bathroom he just responded with “Eenope.” and ran off. Not to mention, he’s still been wetting his diapers frequently, he just hasn’t been messing in them.” Apple Fritter Sr. told the nurse.

“Well, I’ll have to see what Dr. Deep Injection thinks, but more than likely you could easily clear up the blockage with some laxatives. Just a few small pinches should be enough to loosen up whatever’s stuck in there.” the nurse replied, before she left the room.

When Dr. Deep Injection entered the room a short time later, he asked Apple Fritter Sr. some of the same questions, as well asking him what Big Macintosh’s diet normally consisted of.

“My wife and I are apple farmers, so we’ve been mostly feeding him apple products. Applesauce, mashed up apples, you name it.” Apple Fritter Sr. explained.

“Hm, that’s normally the sort of diet that causes constipation, but not all the time. Has he been eating anything else?” Deep Injection asked.

“I think he’s been allowed to sample some of his mother’s cooking,” Apple Fritter Sr. replied, before it hit him “You don’t think that’s the cause of all this, do you?”

“Only one way to find out,” Deep Injection said seriously, as he mixed some laxatives into a baby bottle filled with apple juice, and then fed it to Big Macintosh “You might wanna hold your breath, this could get really stinky.”

As he said this, Big Macintosh began to grunt, and his face turned bright red, to the point where it was recognizable even with his red coat.