The second he realized what had happened when Applejack pulled off of him, Troubleshoes' heart dropped to his hooves. He quickly got up and watched as Applejack's lightly-pouched belly drained the excess of his rather massive load, with him having been pent-up for so many months that his second load was just as huge as his first – the sight of that much of his virile fluid coating and draining from a mare's pussy during breeding season, let alone any at all, making him nearly go through the roof. "Oh Celestia...Ah thought ya said that condom couldn't break?! HOW DID IT...Ah, just mah luck!" Trouble nearly squealed out, his voice almost mare–like in tone, his breathing turned to panicked gasps.

Applejack was still standing there in shock herself, the satisfying warmth deep in her belly still quite present and streaming down her back legs, the passive tingles of her orgasm still making her so–recently vacated vagina twitch occasionally as her afterglow started to settle in, making more of his seed stream out for a moment with each contraction. "Don't worry Sugarcube, shhh, s'ok." Applejack started, putting a hoof on Trouble's muzzle and petting it, trying to calm him. It worked again and his gasps calmed to normal breathing soon, the soft touch of the mare soothing him. She still saw the worried look in his eyes but no longer was he panicking, as upon seeing Applejack was calm, that was making him settle down as well.

"But..." Trouble started, only to feel Applejack push down on his muzzle, wordlessly cutting him off.

"Ah told ya a'fore we started, Ah ain't in mah heat yet. Despite this not bein'...ideal, It's still OK." Applejack told him softly, feeling him nod. "Th' magic on th' condom must've worn off an' ya caused it to break, on account 'a' how much y' filled it up an' strained it..." Applejack said, thinking aloud as she picked up the other half of the condom that had come out of her, with it having come detached from the base when she'd pulled him out and fortunately ended up sticking out of her partially; "Guess Mac ain't been gettin' any with Cheerilee fer a while..." she finished under her breath, flinging the sticky pieces of condom into a nearby trash can.

Deciding to put the broken condom situation behind her as best as she could, she removed the broken half from Trouble with her hooves and a few well–placed licks then a few extra for good measure, threw it away, then decided to simply move on with the night. After all, she wasn't in heat, so nothing could happen cuz of it, right?

"Hey, wanna cuddle after we clean up? Ah offered earlier, an' Ah ain't gonna go back on it." Applejack asked and gave a small smile, looking to Troubleshoes eagerly and seeing him nod with a smile of his own. Trouble kept his smile as thought nothing was wrong, watching Applejack leave the room presumably to go clean herself up...but inside he just knew something bad was gonna come out of this. He was plagued by bad luck, and he knew it wasn't gonna change just because he had another mare in his life now.

Matter of fact, it may get even worse now.

After they cleaned up the room and took separate showers, Applejack then went and laid back on the bed on her back, beckoning Trouble over with a hoof to lay behind her. He accepted happily, settling in behind her as she shifted position to lay on her side, nickering happily as he buried his muzzle into her soft, lemon-shampoo-scented mane. Her bed was rather small comparative to him and as such his back hooves stuck off the end of the bed a fair amount, but that was a small price to pay as he felt the soft mare in front of him sigh and squirm happily, feeling her warm back pressed against his chest and underbelly.

A long while of cuddling and soft kissing later, Troubleshoes dismissed himself to go home after giving Applejack a chaste kiss on the lips, quickly making his way back to his trailer and his own bed. Neither knew that they'd been observed during their earlier acts, nor that sometimes things aren't always as they seem...

As Applejack thought about the day before going to sleep and just how good it had felt getting rutted by him, she oddly thought that maybe it wouldn't be so bad even if she did get pregnant from it, though she still knew how unlikely it was since she didn't feel her heat. Even still, if carrying a foal was payment for the best four orgasms she'd ever had, that only seemed fair!

~ ~ ~

Applejack awoke the next morning in a very good mood, getting out of bed and putting her Stetson on, with the small smile she'd awoken with never leaving her muzzle. Hay, she hadn't felt this good in years! After using the restroom and leaving some of the excess of her previous day's gift from Troubleshoes behind in the process, she walked downstairs and was met by Big Mac at the base of the stairs. "Mornin', sis," he said, a rather serious expression on his face.

"Howdy Mac, what's up?" she asked, her smile fading. She sensed there was something more than a simple greeting intended by him judging by that dead-serious expression he held, the one he always wore when something was wrong or worried him.

"We need t' talk. Privately." Mac said flatly, indicating her room. Applejack nodded, stepping aside and letting him lead, with them soon reaching her room and shutting the door.

When the door was closed, Mac looked at Applejack. "So who was that with ya las' night?"

Applejack rolled her eyes. Just like Mac to be overprotective, just like with every stallion she'd invited over that he knew of. "He's jus' a stallion Ah met a while back, an' he jus' took me on a date las' night. Nothin' t' worry 'bout, alright?" Applejack said, keeping her calm expression but getting a bit nervous. They'd been alone in the house last night, how could he have known?

"Eeyup, jus' one li'l' thing, if it was jus' a simple date. Sis, would ya like t' explain why mah bedside drawer was left open an' one of mah condoms is missin'?"

Applejack felt her face burn even hotter as Mac had asked that, remembering that she'd indeed forgotten to close his bedside table drawer in her eagerness to get back to Troubleshoes. "Oh, um...yeah. That." Applejack stammered, a hoof rubbing the back of her head now. She'd been caught. "Ahlright, fahn. We did kinda have some...'fun' las' night after we came home from th' date."

"Uh-huh. Sis, did ya really...go 'all th' way' with 'im?" Big Mac suddenly asked, making Applejack nearly bury herself in the floor at the question. Why would he ask that?!

"Y-yes," Applejack answered flatly after a moment's pause, knowing that even trying to lie her brother would lead to her being called out on it, them indeed being together their whole lives and knowing each other extremely well as such. Even in such uncomfortable situations as this, she knew honesty was the best policy. After all, he must have a good reason for bringing it up, judging by his own huge blush and uncomfortable expression.

"Applejack, Ahm gonna come clean. Ah saw everythin' last night; y' ridin' on top of 'im, th' condom breakin'...Ah mean Ah didn't mean to, honest! Ah heard ya moanin' and cryin' out as Ah came in from workin' an' was scared ya may have hurt yerself and needed help, then Ah found yer door was locked so Ah looked through the keyhole t' see if ya were alright an'...yeah." he finished, his own face turning a brighter red than usual. "Applejack, t' reason Ahm bring all this up is...well...were ya aware y' were –in heat– when ya had sex with him?" Big Mac asked.

Applejack's stomach tied a knot as she quickly sniffed around herself and detected the distinct, lightly musky-earthy scent she always carried in her heat. But...she didn't feel like she was in heat, just feeling passively horny like yesterday! "Bro, what's t'day?" Applejack asked, forcing a calm tone though she was the exact opposite, her gut squirming nervously, with her indeed still feeling the very likely virile cum of a stallion inside of her lower belly.

"Fifteenth of June." Big Mac answered simply, making Applejack's stomach knot tighter. She WAS in heat! Her cycle started the previous day, and she'd been two weeks off! But... yesterday she hadn't smelled her heat, and she knew Troubles wouldn't have had sex with her if he had, given how reluctant he was as it had been! As she looked at Big Mac and noticed his stallionhood was starting to peak out involuntarily from her scent, she knew it was true. She must have been in a concealed heat the previous day and she'd bred during it! That explained was why she'd been so horny...then she'd taken Trouble into herself and he'd...

"Oh buck..." Applejack said, realizing just what was being implied as this was brought to light.

"Y' need to talk t' him 'bout this, sis..." Big Mac said, his expression remaining extremely serious and staring straight into his sister's eyes; "...er Ah will." he finished a couple second later, soon seeing a chain of small nod from Applejack.

After telling Applejack she should speak to her new coltfriend about her possibly carrying his foal, Big Mac quickly dismissed himself before he could get too turned on by her pheromones. She was his sister after all, and getting hard because of her was most inappropriate even if it wasn't by his own choice. Once he was gone, Applejack put a hoof over her full-feeling lower belly as she sat on her bed now, a worried expression on her face and her mind racing. Could she really be...

~

Applejack could barely eat her breakfast as she thought about the situation, managing to eat only half before packing the rest away for later, too antsy and nervous now to finish. She then headed out a few minutes later, walking towards the center of town, enjoying the nice spring day in such a way as though she were a pony marching to her doom.

A short walk and a lot of thinking later Applejack reached the Ponyville Rodeo gates, showed her ID, then entered, quickly making her way to the personal trailers in the back. As she reached #9, she knocked on the door a little harder and a few times more than she probably should have, her nervousness apparently manifesting.

A few seconds later the trailer door opened, Troubleshoes looking out to see who was there, and upon seeing Applejack his usually dreary expression instantly morphed into a welcoming smile. "Well howdy Applejack!" he said cheerily, a tone which hadn't passed his lips in many years. He didn't know why, but he felt exceptionally happy to be with her right now – then he smelled it.

"Uh, Applejack. Did ya know yer...'in season'?" Trouble asked out of habit, with warning a mare of her estrus done by many stallions out of courtesy. As he saw Applejack's nervous expression and her diverted eyes, the situation dawned on him and he realized what her being in heat today meant given their previous night's activities, his eyes growing wide as dinner plates at the realization.

"Oh...buck..." Troubleshoes said simply, a sentiment clearly shared by Applejack's own expression.

After moments later inviting her in and offering her a beverage, Applejack and Trouble sat on the small sofa he had with a glass of iced tea each, the scent of her heat slowly permeating the small building. "So, uh...about last night..." Applejack started, seeing Trouble tense up. "Ah...uh...Ah think Ah may have been in a subdued heat then too...and ya bred me durin' it..." she said, unable to bring herself right out and say it.

Troubleshoes sighed, bringing his hooves up to his head as he realized the implications, the fatigue headache from staying up all night worrying about just this very outcome, his head throbbing even harder as it was revealed to be true. "Stupid, STUPID Troubleshoes; ya KNEW matin' with her was a bad idea but ya went an' did it anyhow! Just mah luck, I meet the perfect mare, make love to 'er – then the condom breaks and it turns out she's in heat!" he stammered out, banging his hoof into his head hard every few words.

Applejack tried to counter that, to give him some hope that it wasn't as it seemed; "Hey! it ain't like ya made me do it! This was both o' our choices. Besides, mares only make an egg once per cycle right at the end, right? Ahm sure yer sperm will be long gone by then, cuz they only live a day inside'a a mare...right...? Er...was it several eggs throughout and seven days fer the sperm...?" Applejack trailed off, not easily remembering the biology lessons of so many years past; never really needing to know anything except not to take a stallion inside her and let him cum when she felt her heat, or knew it was near, to avoid making a foal before she was ready to have one.

Troubleshoes rose his head and looked to Applejack, accepting he'd likely gotten her pregnant the previous night. He knew she had been too alluring to him and too insistent to get him to her bed for it to simply be from their loneliness, yet he'd been too blinded by how sexy she was to tell it was from her pheromones. "Well, ya can bring me th' sire verification paperwork later an' Ah'll sign it. Ah'll try my best t' pay fer foal support, but th' rodeo don't pay the best..." Trouble said with a sigh, as always jumping to the worst possible conclusion that she'd want nothing to do with him after this; given his life and past experience with mares, he knew it was probably the correct one anyhow.

Applejack shifted nervously, her eyes locked on the increasingly-interesting floor;" Well, we don't know fer definite Ahm...preg...nant yet." Applejack said, wincing as that word was forced from her mouth in a near-whisper.

"Applejack, look who we're talkin' 'bout here." Troubleshoes said, indicating himself, "Ahm what mus' be th' most unlucky pony in th' world and Ah came inside ya durin' yer heat. Right in yer womb. Like, a GALLON. So a'course yer pregnant..." he finished, getting up and pacing as much as he could in the tiny trailer, snorting out through his nose occasionally in frustration at himself for letting this happen.

Applejack nodded softly, knowing the odds were quite likely that she was indeed with foal; she was indeed bred in heat and inseminated in her womb after all, and her family was very fertile. Suddenly, Applejack got up and kissed Trouble roughly on the lips and got a short, muffled whinny from him as she'd apparently surprised him. As she broke it, she bit her lower lip, thinking carefully about what she was about to say.

"Trouble, in the light of this, Ah'd like t' be yer mare. Would ya be mah stallion?" Applejack asked suddenly, seeing Trouble's eyes grow wide again.

As Applejack had spoken, Troubleshoes was nearly knocked off his hooves at her sudden proposal. "Applejack, a–are y' sure? A–Ah mean this is so sud–" Troubleshoes stammered out, but was interrupted by another soft kiss on his lips cutting him off.

When they broke the kiss a few seconds later, Applejack spoke first. "Clyde, think 'bout it...are ya really unlucky, or do y' just have a diffr'nt kinda luck then other ponies?" Applejack asked, that question making Trouble start to think about it, never having even thought about it that way before. "Ah mean, Ah think this 'bad luck' is jus' yer trial in life, just like mah trial is keepin' honest no matter what. No matter how hard it gets. So know it's true when Ah say Ah...Ah think Ah love ya, Clyde. If it's true an' Ah do turn out t' be pregnant, then Ah will bear your foal, proudly, as yer mare in marriage." Applejack said, wrapping her hooves around Trouble's neck in a tight hug.

She loves me? Trouble thought, How can she love me if she's only known me for a few days? But as he looked upon her – her beautiful blonde mane, her perfect muzzle and features, her giant, beautiful dark–green eyes, and remembered their previous night of talking and laughing together, her wonderful personality he'd love to get to know more of – he couldn't help but feel a deep fondness for her too. He nodded to her, wrapping a hoof of his own around her and hugging her back. "Ahl right then...well...Ah guess we may as well keep datin' then. But iffin ya turn out t' be pregnant, Ah think yer right. We should take it to th' next step..." Trouble said with a gulp, barely believing what he was saying, "...an' Ah should make an honest mare of ya by us gettin' married."

Applejack nodded with a big smile, cuddling against him. As she looked down, she noticed his stallionhood was starting to drop from her heated scent and contact with her, her now-burning needs coming back into focus as she saw that part of him coming out for her and smelled his musk. "Hey, uh, Trouble? Since Ahm already probably pregnant, it wouldn't hurt t' make love again, right? Ah mean if Ah am, Ah probably already am an' a li'l' more 'fun' wouldn't hurt. Plus, Ahm...kinda burnin' up between th' legs here..." Applejack all but begged, standing up and flagging her tail high, revealing to Trouble just how wet and swollen she'd gotten since she'd arrived, her body long ago readying itself for him upon smelling his musk when she'd walked in.

Trouble thought about it for only a moment, then sighed and nodded towards his bed, just a simple mattress and pillow without cases on the floor. As they'd arrived on it and he smelled her very arousing scent again seconds later, Trouble felt himself fully hard again, putting his massive horsemeat on display and quickly catching Applejack's eye. Applejack promptly winked herself at him and invited him to mount her, which he swiftly did, simply stepping over her easily given their size difference.

As he mounted her again and she felt his underbarrel rubbing her croup again, Applejack quivered slightly in anticipation, feeling his slightly-flared head rubbing her lower lips again. "...An' jus' think; we ain't gotta worry 'bout condoms this time..." Applejack said with a lusty chuckle, spreading her back legs subtly more, tensing slightly as he started to press against her more.

Just my luck! Ah finally get with a mare, an' not only do Ah most likely knock her up, she's still in her heat too! Trouble thought grimly, before then jerking his hips forward and burying himself into his mare once more, quickly getting to work on claiming and satisfying her again. His humps were deep and forceful, trademark of a stallion in rut breeding his heated mare, their only purpose to bring him to orgasm and seed the mare once more.

His demeanor quickly changed as he entered her again however, the feeling of her warm, tight, and very fertile passage on him again making him groan in delight. But on second thought, is her still being in heat really such a bad thing?

~

After another three mind-blowing orgasms for Applejack and another couple of very filling loads from Troubleshoes deep inside his mare's womb, with him having rutted her hard and near-constantly throughout, both lay on his mattress, their hour-long session leaving them sticky and sweaty, but utterly satisfied. Applejack felt her stallion's heavy loads sitting deep in her belly again, once more quelling the burning from her heat while Trouble's own rutting instincts were calmed, an instinctive sense of accomplishment rolling through him as he'd fully seeded his needing mare again as well as he possibly could. He held her close as he embraced her from behind, slipping out of her some time later and wrapping his hooves around her protectively as they spooned.

Applejack sighed in satisfaction as she buried her muzzle into the crook of Trouble's throat, nuzzling against him as she relaxed in her afterglow. "Ah love ya Clyde..." Applejack whispered, making Trouble smile. As he gave her ear a small kiss and felt it flick from it, that reaction made his heart swell at the embodiment of cuteness and beauty laying in front of him. He knew that if she wasn't pregnant already then this had likely sealed the deal, but now that she'd asked him to be her stallion, he wasn't so worried about that anymore. Matter of fact, as he felt this warm, soft mare cradled against him like this, he was kind of happy this had played out as it had.

"Ah love ya too mah li'l' apple pie..." Trouble replied softly, getting a contented sigh and squirm from Applejack as she rubbed against him. Not long after he'd said that Trouble heard a light snoring beside him, looking down to find Applejack asleep next to him with her muzzle still buried against his neck and her warm breath washing against his sensitive throat, with him barely avoiding shivering at the pleasant sensation. He smiled as he then pulled his old, slightly-tattered blanket further over them, shifting only slightly to get more comfortable.

It wasn't long before Trouble himself felt his own eyelids growing heavy, the warmth of the mare laying beside him, the tiring romp and two large orgasms he'd had only added to his exhaustion from his over-nighter. Before he went to Luna's Realm of Dreams in peace after a whole night of worrying about the worst that had never come to pass, he had one last thought.

Ahm the luckiest stallion in the world to have a mare like her in my life.

Author's Note

So if Applejack wanted to be bred again when she KNOWS she's in heat...what does that mean?