Ten year reunion

You and Sunset are sitting at the dinner table in Canterlot Castle. By your sides are your five foals: The oldest, Annie. The twins, Michael and Angelo(apparently you can have twins with an alicorn if you try hard enough). The second youngest, Dave. And our youngest, Rutabaga(your wife named her, not you).

Sunset's belly is out to here as she's ten months pregnant with your sixth foal. What can you say? You two just can't keep your hooves off of one another.

Across the table Twilight sits with her husband, the pony version of Flash Sentry. They're flanked by their three foals: Twinkle, Sparkle II and Storm Cloud. Her belly is also heavy with foal. Guess those two can't keep their hooves off of each other either.

Currently our two wives are currently stuffing their body weight in chocolaty pastries in their mouth. It turns out that alicorns do get really crazy with their cravings and mood swings.

The doors to the dinning room opens and in walks Shining Armor and Cadance, along with their gaggle of foals, thirteen in total. Cadance trots over to the table and reaches out to pick up a chocolate eclair from one of the platters.

Suddenly Sunset leaps up on the table and lets out a roar that sounds almost exactly like Godzilla. Then Twilight leaps up on the table and unleashes a roar that would make King Ghidora proud. Now Cadance is flying around the room screeching like Rodan. Looks like she's pregnant too, but hasn't started to show.

You, Flash and Shining all duck for cover under the table, along with all of your foals and slap army helmets on your heads.

Emergency sirens blaze across the city and a voice shouts over loudspeakers. "Attention all citizens! Attention all citizens! This is not a test! I say again, this is not a test! We are at alicorn mood swing and craving level: Omega! I say again, we are at alicorn mood swing mood swing and craving level: Omega! Please evacuate to the nearest emergency shelter until the threat has passed or you receive further instructions!"

All you can do is hunker down until all three princesses come down from their kaiju-level of hormonal rages and go on a crying jag, or Celestia and Luna show up to calm them down.

Ground control if you are receiving me. This is Arnold Amos signing off for the last time. Just know that other than this pony weirdness I'm experiencing, I am alive and well and happy. Goodbye and good luck.