Incubation Sickness

The video starts with a little jingle, a familiar tune for anyone who’s watched Skittishe’s videos before. The off-green teal unicorn mare is holding her gimbal stick, the camera mounted on the end allowing her to keep perfect focus on herself as she sits on the edge of the bed. She yaws and rubs her belly a little.

“Good morning snookums.” Skittish coos to her belly, gently rubbing the visible bumps, though her voice is a little flat. “I can hardly wait for you to be born, you’re going to be an amazing foal.”

She slowly stands up, wobbling a little as she rises from her bed and stretches with a groan. She brushes her maroon and cream-maroon hair out of her face as she finishes her stretches. The morning light warms her bedroom as she moves about her bed, making it somewhat presentable. Her steps are slow and heavy, and her actions are mixed with groans and the semi-frequent pauses to put her hand to her mouth.

“Uhg, as much as I love this little guy or gal, the nausea is killer.” She says with a pained groan as she rubs her belly a little. “And the cravings are crazy, I get the weird-”

She cuts herself off by putting her hand over her mouth, visibly going paler and taking a few wobbling steps towards the bathroom. Despite her efforts to reach the bathroom, her body shudders visibly and she drops her camera stick, the camera landing on its side a few feet away from her as she loses the battle with her body and expels a wave of viscus, glowing muck all over the floor.

As another wave of nausea hits her she collapses to her knees before expelling a second wave of the muck, making the puddle in front of her grow. Chunks of last night’s dinner mix with other bits that glow brightly. A third, if significantly smaller wave joins the rest of the puddle as her body begins to calm down. She continues to dry heave for a minute more, before she’s able to get herself back under control. With a sigh she gets up and picks up her gimbal stick.

“Sorry about that, the morning sickness is really getting to me too.” Skittish says as she steps around the puddle and into the bathroom. The video fades to black for a moment before coming back up as she makes her way out of the bathroom. “I really need to get me some breakfast, especially after all of that.”

She gestures to the puddle of muck on the floor as she steps around it and heads out of her room. It’s a short walk down a hall to the kitchen, where big bay windows let a good amount of warm sunlight in. “Being pregnant really messes with your body. The cravings for the oddest combos are weird. Like fried pickles and ice cream.”

“But! It’s all worth it in the end.” She gives the camera a big dopey grin as fake as fool's gold. “Now what to eat…”

She opens up the refrigerator and starts looking through all of the things she has. There’s a good stock of vegetables, everything from onions to tomatoes, as well as a stock of fruits, most notably a pair of large apples. There are also some chicken eggs, cheese, sour cream and guacamole.She sits there biting her lip as she looks at the stuff she has to work with.

“I really shouldn’t, but I really want an omelet.” Skittish says as she pulls out the eggs, an onion, tomato, cheese, milk and sour cream.

With all of the ingredients she needs to make her breakfast she heads over to the stove and gets the pan heating. She hums a lullaby as she works, pausing to rub her tummy every few minutes, making silly cooing noises and singing nonsensical rhymes as she works.

“All you gotta do is take a couple eggs, add in some milk and whisk.” She says as she slowly mixes the eggs. “The trick for fluffy eggs is to mix well, but with how good you are at churning my stomach I’m sure you’ll be a master chef.”

She sets the camera down on the counter as she starts working on the rest of the stuff for the omelet. Shredding the cheese, cutting up the onion and tomato, heating and buttering the pan. Every step is a little slow but after a little bit she has her omelet cooking. The cheese melts nicely over top of the tomato cubes and diced onion. She adds the sour cream, folds it, flips it and plates it with a happy sigh.

“A perfect looking omelet, to feed my perfect little foal.” Skittish rubs her belly as she grabs a fork, her plate, and the camera before making her way out to her patio.

The morning sun shines down on her, warming her despite the cool breeze blowing through the area. Birds chirp in the nearby trees and the sounds of other ponies heading out to enjoy the day occasionally reach her. All of that brings a smile to her face as she starts to eat.

“This omelet is amazing!” She exclaims with a bright smile, perhaps the most genuine smile all day. “I don’t care if I get nauseous later, this is so worth it.”

She collapses the gimbal stick so she can show off the omelet, the cheese and sour cream oozing out of it with bits of onion and tomato in the mix. By all accounts the omelet looks perfect, but, given her other series where she tries out interesting recipes from other races, it’s not too surprising. She sits out there in the sun, the peaceful breeze blowing through ruffling her mane a little as she finishes up her omelet.

When she’s done she heads back into her house, cleaning up from cooking while humming a pleasant tune. It doesn’t take her too long to finish cleaning up and putting things away. When she’s done she heads over to her couch and takes a seat.

“Whew, everything takes a lot more out of you when you have a little foal growing inside of you.” Skittish says as she leans back with a sigh.

Skittish sits there, laying back against the couch for a few minutes, half dozing before she bolts up and puts a hand to her mouth. She struggles to try and stand only to collapse to her knees and begin vomiting up her breakfast. The first wave is a bit chunky, bits of egg, tomato and onion, lace the glowing mush that splatters all over the floor in front of her. A second wave is filled with glowing chunks and a little more of her undigested breakfast, and it makes the puddle grow significantly bigger.

A third, mostly watery, wave of puke is added to the puddle as the majority of the food in her stomach is exhausted. She still coughs, splutters and spits up little bits of mucky mucus as she holds herself over the glowing pile of bile. Eventually her stomach calms down enough for her to stand up and go to the kitchen and rinse out her mouth, coming back a couple of minutes later to pick up her camera.

“Uhgh, I regret my choice of breakfast now. I’m going to clean this up and take a nap.” Skittish says as she carries the camera with her to a supply closet.

Inside the closet is a steam cleaner which she pulls out and brings with her to the kitchen. She hums a little tune as she fills up its reservoir. “With how bad my morning sickness has been I’m very glad I decided to invest in this steam cleaner, it makes cleaning up the mess a lot easier.”

With the steam cleaner ready to go, Skittish heads to the living room and begins cleaning up the mess. It’s a slow process, cleaning up the puddle of glowing gunk, but the steam cleaner does a good job. By the time she’s done there’s not a trace of the mess left behind. With the first mess cleaned up, she drags the machine to her bedroom and begins to clean up the mess there as well. This one is tougher, since it had time to seep into the carpet, but with a bit of diligence, and turning the steam cleaner to max, she’s able to clean it up.

With her messes cleaned up, and the steam cleaner put away she makes her way back to the couch where she gently flops down and brings the camera close. “I’m going to sign off for now and get a much needed nap, not sure I’ll record any more today, but if I don’t then we’ll see you tomorrow.”

She sets the camera off to the side giving it a blow kiss before she stretches out a bit and closes her eyes, and with that the screen fades to black.