A few months later, the size of Fluttershy's stomach prevented her from flying altogether. Discord and her friends had been a big help, despite her claiming that they didn't have to and she could do some things herself.

Discord and Fluttershy were a good couple. A great couple, compared to some marriages. They rarely ever fought, and he even got her to watch an episode of Two and a Half Colts with him. It had a few dirty words, but she got to liking the show.

Fluttershy barely left her recliner these days. She could still get up to do little tasks, like cooking, but no more manual labor. She carressed her belly and thought of the baby inside.

Rainbow Dash slumped into the house, exhausted. Her friends had taken shifts taking care of the animals, and today was her shift.

"How did you do this every day?!" she asked.

"I'm sorry, Rainbow Dash. I wish I could help, but...I'll make it up to you and everypony later on. How does that sound?"

"Sounds like heaven...I don't know what's up with those beavers, but they're holding a pretty tight grudge against me."

Fluttershy, holding her stomach, felt something from inside the womb.

"Ooh, the baby's kicking. Wanna feel?"

"Uh, sure. Maybe he'll come out to be the Karate Kid."

Fluttershy giggled, and Rainbow Dash leaned her head against her friend's belly, waiting for a feel. The baby's strong leg kicked Rainbow Dash in the head.

"OW! Oh, you're dead, kid!"

Fluttershy struggled with her friend, trying to fight her off until she calmed down.

"Sorry...I should be going. I got this class at the gym."

"I didn't know you went to the gym."

"Of course, I do. How else would I get these fine-toned legs?"

She stretched her muscular legs out and showed her.

'See ya'."

She glared at the baby before exiting.

Discord entered shortly after and sat down on the couch. He opened a can of soda and watched sports coverage.

"Um...Discord, can I talk to you about something?"

He burped loudly.

"Yeah, what?"

"Well...I'm not trying to offend you, but...I was doing the taxes recently, and...we're running really low on money."

"Oh, that's bad."

"Yes, and...since there's two people living here now...the expenses are up, and we need money to support that."

He turned off the TV and focused all his attention on her, since she was barely audible over the sound of the glowing box.

"Well, what I was trying to say was...Well, there's no easy way to say this, but, Discord...get a job," she said, sincerely as possible.

He sprung up off the couch and headed towards the door.

"You got it, babe!"

"Oh, really? Thank you so much."

When he got to the doorframe, he stopped.

"Just one question before I go."

"And what's that, my love?"

"What's a job?"

Fluttershy laid the paper before the oblivious Discord.

"Now, Discord, these are the classifieds. They list all the jobs that are available in this area. All you have to do is pick the one that you think best suits you."

She hands him a pen, and he marks the first job.

"I would suggest marking more than one."

He marks the second one.

"Here, let me help you."

She takes the pen in her mouth and looks over all the jobs.

"Well, you're very manipulative and convincing at times. Maybe you could be a used carriage dealer."

Discord, in a suit and tie, is presenting a carriage to a male BG Pony.

"How about this one? Got a strong frame, curtains..."

"I dunno. I was kinda looking for something smaller."

"You want smaller?! I'LL GIVE YOU SMALLER!"

He levitates the carriage and violently splits it in half.

"Help! HELP! This guy's crazy!"

The BG Pony flees, and the owner walks up to Discord, redder than a beet.

"I'm fired, right?"

He points toward the exit.

"Well, that didn't work out. But you're pretty tall. Maybe you could be a construction worker."

At a site outside of Ponyville, Discord was working with mostly Pegasus ponies to build a fancy estate. Even though they had just started, he was already tired.

"Hey, Dip-cord, pick up the pace!" yelled the foreman.

"Sorry, being sealed in stone for a thousand years really takes the fight out of you."

He tried to use magic, but the other stopped him.

"NO MAGIC! BY ORDER OF THE OWNER!"

"Okay, okay, yeesh...I could build this thing in a minute if I could."

He leaned against a support of the bridge, and the whole thing fell over and into the river, giving the beavers some materials to make a dam with.

The foreman was barely able to hold in his blind fury at the new worker.

"I'm fired, right?"

He kicked him all the way off the site and sent him crashing back to the cottage and through the roof. He landed right in front of Fluttershy.

"No luck?"

"Afraid not."

"Well, there's still one more job left. It's at least worth a shot."

"Welcome to McDaniel's. May I take your order?"

Discord was but a lowly cashier at this fast food restaurant.

"Yeah, I'll have a double hay sandwich with extra mustard."

"Coming right up."

He wrote his order down and handed it to the cook.

"Order up!"

"You got it!"

"Wait, Pinkie Pie?! You're a cook?!"

He looked through the tiny window and saw Pinkie manning the grill.

"Yeah, haven't ya' heard?! A close friend of the Cakes' owns this place! Their frycook called in sick, so I was asked to fill in!"

"Okay."

He started to take another pony's order.

"Isn't this fun?! We can just stand here all day and just talk and talk and talk!"

"Yeah, whatever. Don't you have a-"

"Already got it!"

She handed it to the customer, who thanked them with 5 bits.

He wrote down another customer's order, but Pinkie interrupted him again.

"Your wedding was really sweet. I didn't tell anypony this, but I cried a lot when I got home. But it was tears of joy."

"Uh, how long are you gonna be here, Pinkie?"

"I dunno. Could be a day, could be a few months, or could be...FOREEEEVER!"

"F-f-forever?"

"Naw, it won't be. I honestly don't know."

She handed him another sandwich that she apparently made while talking to him.

Meanwhile, at the cottage, Fluttershy was with Applejack and Rarity, going through her old stuff from her fillyhood.

"Maybe the baby could wear my old feetie pajamas. They're in pretty good shape."

In reality, it disintegrated right in her hooves.

"Fluttershy, your baby is not going to walk around in 20-year-old pajamas," assured Rarity.

"Yeah, we're gonna throw y'all a big ol' baby shower!"

"That won't be necessary, guys. We'll give the baby a bath after it's been born."

"Naw, like, a baby shower. Ya' know, where we bring you stuff fer the baby tah play with?"

"Guys...that's so sweet of you. All for my baby..."

"Well, we wouldn't let him or her go without the bare necessities. A crib, maybe a mobile, a few outfits at my expense...he or she will be all stocked up! And I'll be sure to make the outfits unisex so he or she can wear them without being embarrassed."

She sniffled and hugged both of them.

"Thank you guys so much."

"Ah know you'd do the same fer us if we was knocked up."

"Applejack, don't use such rude language. I prefer the term 'a bun in the oven'."

"Mmm, fresh cinammon buns."

"Oh, no. Is the baby burning to death?! I-I didn't know my tummy was an oven! Applejack can smell it, oh no!"

"Fluttershy, you know it's just a slang term for pregnancy."

"Oh...sorry, guys, I guess I should read up on this. I've delivered hundreds of baby bunnies, but never a pony."

"Maybe Twilight has somethin'."

That night, an exhausted Discord walked in on Fluttershy, nose buried in Twilight's pregnancy book. She put it down when he came home, ready to hear about his first day at work.

"How was your day, Mr. Working Man?"

"It was alright, I guess."

He returned to his usual place on the couch.

"That's it? You don't wanna give me any details?"

"Well, Pinkie's working there, for one."

"Really? That's odd. I thought she worked at Sugarcube Corner."

"Well, there was this whole...thing, it's not important. But the strange thing is, I didn't even get paid. I worked 8 hours."

"Discord, you get paid once every week."

"Every week?! Oh, that'll take forever!"

"8 bits an hour really adds up, Discord. And we've got to pay for that hole in the roof."

She pointed to a Discord-shaped hole in their roof where he fell.

"And, um...is it okay if I go to this...baby shower down at Sugarcube Corner?"

"Didn't you already go to a thing at Sugarcube Corner?"

"Sweetie, that was months ago. Besides, you can come too."

"I can?"

"Of course. This is your baby too, you know."

"Awesome! What should I wear? Should I go casual? Formal? Or just my usual no clothes at all?"

"I'm not sure...Maybe there's something about it in this book. Did you know that many women experience thicker and shinier manes during pregnancy due to hormonal changes and consumption of extra vitamins? And it's true."

She flipped her mane a little, showing off her volume and texture.

"Wow," said an aroused Discord.

"There's a bunch of interesting facts on pregnancy in this book. I think I'm gonna read some more before heading off to bed."

"Well, can you hurry up? My feet are killing me, and I really need somepony to rub them. You're the only one that likes to."

"Discord, I like your deer and lizard foot. They're so...unique and very you."

"Well...now's as good a time as ever."

He propped his feet up on the arm of her recliner, and she smiled while rubbing them.

"Um, Discord, I've also been reading: Did you know that there's a place on the foot between the jarstle bones that temporarily paralyzes the body?"

"Uh, what?"

A shockwave rolled through his body as she touched that very sensitive spot.

"Sorry, I just wanted to make sure it was real."

"I can't move."