Chapter 1

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Applejack snorted as she snored. The snort woke her up a bit and she grunted. She felt bloated. She was sure she hadn’t eaten that much at dinner.

In fact, if anypony had eaten that much, it was Babs and Apple Bloom. The two fillies had been eating their food and savouring it as if they’d never get to eat again.

Shaking her head at the silliness of her baby sister and cousin, she shifted herself, grunting again as she lay on her back. Her belly was so big it pressed down on her.

Applejack opened her eyes, blinking. Her stomach hadn’t been big before she went to sleep.

Glancing down, she let out a loud “Wha?!” at the sight before her.

Her stomach was distended out, as if she were pregnant with a foal, maybe more than one, from the size. It was almost as big as having a full-sized pony inside her, an idea that made her shudder.

“Oh, good,” Apple Bloom’s voice said, sounding muffled, “mah big sis is up.”

Applejack remained motionless for several moments as her brain tried to process what was going through it. Her belly was large and she’d heard her sister’s muffled voice and it had sounded really close, as if she was inside...

She felt a movement and realized she could feel what felt like two bodies inside her.

Her expression soured and she glared down at her waist. “What in tarnation are you lil’ fillies doing in mah tummy?” she demanded, before realizing that was probably the most unusual thing she had ever said in her whole life.

“We’re trying to get our Cutie Marks in bein’ yur unborn foals,” Babs muffled voice answered matter-of-factly.

“Girrrrls,” Applejack growled. This was not funny. How dare those two do this? They’d gone inside her body. She felt violated, by her own family. Not only that, they were in the one place she really couldn’t risk fillies playing around in, less she end up unable to have a foal of her own one day.

“And we’re not coming out until we get our Cutie Marks and yer own mom!” Apple Bloom said, before the farm mare felt them settle down inside her, as if ready to take a nap.

“Girls, now come on! This ain’t the least bit funny!” Applejack growled, glaring dangers at her distended stomach. “Ya can’t just become somepony’s newborn foals, especially not mine! Bloom, yer mah sister, not mah daughter! An’ Babs, what would yer parents an’ sister say if’n they knew about this? Girls? Girls, are ya’ll even listenin’ ta me?”

There was silence from her stomach and she growled.

“Ya’ll realize if’n ya do this, though the how Ah’d give mah right foreleg ta know, ya’ll no longer be who ya are now?! Bloom, what about yer friends? How’re they gonna feel when they learn their best friend’s turned inta a foal and is now her sister’s daughter? And Babs. What about the Manehatten CMC? What’s gonna happen ta them?”

Still no response.

Looking down over her stomach as best she could, she noticed something near her crotch, that caused her scowl to darken.

“Ya’ll know what ya’ve done ta me?!” she demanded, shifting her legs. “Ya gone an’ made me a milker!” Her teats had swelled greatly, their colour darkening to a brown.

Still the fillies made no response to the mares angry words.

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For several hours Applejack kept up her lecture, trying to convince the girls to get out of her now, before things went too far. Though, in her personally opinion, they already had.

However, nothing she said seemed to reach the stubborn fillies within her womb.

She gave up, feeling a shudder through her body, when her belly went down a bit, but she didn’t feel the girls leaving her. In fact, it felt like they’d gotten smaller.

She gulped as she realized she could sense something she hadn’t before. She could feel the pumps of two more hearts beating in time with her own.

She sighed, slumping back against her bed. “Ah guess... no use arguin’ then.” At least, not anymore.

She sighed again, glancing out the window to see the sun was up.

Grunting, she shifted up, leaning her forelegs over the bed and yawning.

How am Ah gonna explain this ta Granny and Mac? she thought, trudging down the stairs a lot slower than usual due to her new heavy load, doing her best not to jostle her new passengers.

As she got downstairs, she saw the front door was open. She could just see Big Mac off in the fields bucking one of the Golden Delicious trees.

Glancing down at her swelled belly, she sighed. Guessin’ Ah’m gonna have ta lay off the buckin’ fer a while.

“Morin’, Applejack,” Granny Smith said cheerfully. She had her back to her granddaughter as she washed some dishes in the sink.

“Uh... g’mornin’, Granny,” the orange mare replied, unable to hide the uncertainty in her voice, but hoping Granny hadn’t noticed it.

Sadly, it seemed she had, as the elderly mare, stopped washing the dishes and dried her hoof on a dish cloth, before turning to look at her granddaughter, only for her eyes to widen in shock.

“Applejack!” she cried, her eyes taking in the mare’s massive size, realizing from the proportions exactly what was going on. “How...? When did...? How in Equestria...? Why haven’t Ah til now...?” the elderly mare fumbled, unable to process the absurdly impossible idea that her granddaughter had gone to bed normal last night and woken up extremely pregnant this morning.

“It’s Babs an’ Apple Bloom!” Applejack said, shaking her head.

“What’s them?” Granny asked, confused, then frowned. “Where are those lazy bones, anyway? ’Bout time they got up.”

Applejack just pointed at her stomach.

Granny blinked, then blinked again. “Say what?”

Applejack rolled her eyes. “Don’t ask me how, cos Ah’m as clueless as ya’ll right now, but, apparently, whilst Ah was sleeping, mah little sister and cousin crawled inta mah private place and settled in there and intend to only come out once they get Cutie Marks in bein’ mah unborn foals.”

Granny Smith stared for several moments, before looking away uncertainly. “Ya... ya can’t convince ’em ta give up on it and try sumthin else?”

Applejack shook her head. “Ah found out early this mornin’ shortly afore the sun rose. Ah’ve been spending all that time tryin’a talk ’em outta it, outta me.” She sighed, slumping her head. “But... when mah belly went down a bit and they weren’t movin’ none, Ah... felt suddenly felt two new hearts beatin’ along with mine.”

Granny gulped. “Ya mean...?”

Applejack looked up, nodding, anxiety in her eyes and voice. “They’re really mah foals now, Granny. They’re now relying on my body fer life. Ah can’t do nothing ’bout it, now. Ah’m gonna be mah sister and mah cousin’s Mama and there ain’t nothing Ah can do.”

They stood for several minutes, before Granny took a deep breath, a determined look on her face as she looked Applejack in the eye.

“Ah’ll tell ya what yer gonna do,” she said, stepping forward and hugging her expecting granddaughter tightly. “Yer gonna give birth ta those foals and raise them like any lovin’ mother, an’ Mac an’ Ah are gonna help ya every step o’ the way.”

Applejack sniffled, embracing the warmth coming from her grandmother. “Thanks, Granny,” she whispered, nuzzling against the elderly mare. “Thank you.”

After some time, Granny pulled away, giving Applejack a warm smile. “Whelp. Since we now got two new mouths ta think about feeding, ya’ll best eat a good breakfast ta keep up healthy. So, young un’, what can Ah get fer you and yer little passengers?”

Applejack blinked, her mind taking a few moments to adjust and several more before figuring out an answer. “Huh, um, apple fitters, please.”

She suddenly realized she had a serious craving for apple fritters and glared down at her stomach. “Bettin’ this is both o’ yer doing,” she whispered.

She was answered by a pair of kicks.

She stood stock still. It was the first signs of movement since they’d told her their plans. The sensation of being kicked from the inside was an odd one for the farm mare, one she wasn’t sure how to feel about.

On the one hoof, the foals inside of her were her little sister and cousin and she should be feeling repulsed by the idea that she was now going to be giving birth to them.

But, at the same time, that pair kicks brought a sense of... happiness?

She stood there for several moments, trying to process the thoughts going through her mind. She was going to be a mother, way earlier and far more suddenly and quickly than she’d intended, but she was going to be a mother.

A warm smile managed to make it onto her lips. She was... happy. She was going to be a mother and was happy about that. The circumstances were certainly one for the Odd Record Books, but she was going to be a mother, none the less.

Her inner musings were broken when Granny called, “Come an’ get it,” placing a plate of eight fitters on the table, along with a glass of water.

Applejack licked her lips, her stomach gurgling and feeling another set of kicks, somehow being able to tell these were kicks of impatience, demanding her to eat, now.

She chuckled, and began carefully moving towards the table, her speed lessened greatly due to her new weight.

Suddenly, the sound of hoofsteps came from outside and her head turned as Big Mac walked inside, sweat on his brow and a towel around his neck.

He stopped suddenly at the sight of his sister, his eyes moving from her face down to her distended belly.

They stayed that way for several long moments.

“Nnnope,” he finally said, backing out the door and heading in the direction of the orchards.

Applejack sighed. “Shoulda figured sumthin’ like that’d happen.”

She put it aside for later and went to table, sat down and began eating her fritters.

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Once Applejack had finished her fritter breakfast, she got up, intending to help Granny Smith with the dishes, but the elderly mare stopped her, taking the plate and glass and putting them in the sink.

“Nnnope,” the green mare said, beginning to wash the dishes. “AJ, yer expectin’ now. Ya gotta take it easy.”

Applejack frowned. “Granny, Ah’m pregnant, not immobile.”

“Still, ya should take it easy until the girls ’re born,” Granny replied in a firm tone of one talking to a child who’d misbehaved.

Applejack rolled her eyes, before looking to the door. Well, if’n Ah can’t do any work, Ah may as well go an’ visit mah friends. She grinned, an idea coming to her mind. Maybe Twilight knows a spell that’ll return the girls ta normal and get ’em outta me.

She started moving towards the door. She was almost there when an “Ahem” came from behind her.

Stopping and glancing back, she saw Granny Smith standing in the kitchen doorway, a firm expression on her wrinkled face. “An’ jus’ where do ya think yer going, little missy?”

Applejack frowned. “Ta go an’ visit mah friends? Ah can still do that, can’ Ah?”

Granny Smith shook her head firmly.

“But, Granny, come on—” she began.

The elderly pony moved forward, placing a hoof on Applejack’s swelled belly. She sighed, giving the pregnant mare a sympathetic expression.

“Ah’m sorry, sugar, but, from the looks of it, yer close to givin’ birth. Could be any day, from the looks of it. It’d be too strenuous fer ya to walk all the way from the farm ta Ponyville on yer own like that. Yer gonna have ta take it easy until the girls are born.”

Applejack shook her head. “But, Granny—”

“A butt is what Ah’ma gonna be spankin’ if’n ya keep it up,” she said, both firmly, yet somehow playful at the same time. “And Ah ain’t talkin’ ’bout the babies’.”

Applejack grumbled for a few moments, before she sighed and nodded, moving away from the door and heading towards the living room.

As she moved to sit down, however, she paused, feeling a tightness inside her, though it passed quickly.

Huh. Must be mah body still gettin’ used to carrying two near fully ready foals, she thought, lifting her forelegs onto the couch, preparing to lift the rest of herself up.

Suddenly she felt something tug down below, followed by the feeling of liquid pouring down her legs and onto the floor.

“Wh-what?” she gasped, glancing back, her eyes wide. “B-but so soon? They only just went in last night—”

She stopped as she felt a shifting within herself. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth.

“GRANNY! BIG MAC!”

Granny quickly hobbled in from the kitchen, followed by the sound of pounding hooves from outside, before the red frame of Big Macintosh barreled through the still open front door and stopped next to the elderly mare.

Both ponies’ eyes widened as they saw the liquid pooling around Applejack’s legs.

“It’s time!” she cried, her eyes wide with panic. “It’s already time! How is it already time?!”

“Okay, dear. Just calm down,” Granny said, coming up and gently rubbing the quivering mare’s back. “Feel any pain?”

Applejack shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “Just tuggin’. Should Ah be feelin’ pain?”

Granny frowned in thought. “We’ll have ta focus on that later. Fer now, Mac?”

“Eeyep!” the stallion said, standing at attention and giving a salute.

“ Ya’ll need to go get somepony from the hospital,” she said, firmly, but calmly. “We need ta get AJ there as soon as possi—”

“No, Granny!” Applejack said, sweat starting to appear on her face, her eyes frantic. “We don’t got time. They’re comin’ now!”

Granny faltered, then shook her head, her expression firming again. “Alright , then. Looks like we’re gonna do this the old fashion way. Bic Mac?”

This time he just nodded, his face having paled the moment Applejack said she’d be giving birth in the house.

“Go get some wash clothes and a bucket,” the Apple matriarch ordered. “Soak them and fill it with warm water and bring plenty of towels.”

The red stallion nodded, before rushing upstairs.

“It’s okay, dear,” Granny said, stroking her hoof strong Applejack’s mane as the orange mare began panting heavily, her face straining a bit. “Yer gonna be okay. Any pain yet?”

Applejack shook her head, though her teeth were clenched. “Ah think the girls did sumthin ta make sure there were none.” She gave a slight chuckle. “Ah’ll have ta thank ’em fer that, once this is over.”

came down with the towel, clothes and bucket, shouting, “Ah got ’em.” His face was so pale now it was pink.

Granny dipped the clothes in the warm water, rinsed them out, then gently wipe one over Applejack’s forehead.

“Granny!” she cried, clenching her teeth. “One o’ them’s comin’!”

“It’s okay, Applejack,” Granny replied, dabbing at the orange mare’s forehead. “Just push. Mac, get under and ready fer the first foal.”

Mac gulped, before nodding, giving a weak, “Eey-yep,” and moving down, ready to receive the first foal.

“HAUH!” Applejack cried, contorting her muscles and pushing, feeling something dislodge from her wombs and slowly slide through her body.

She let out a gasp as she felt something push through her marehood, before dislodging out of it and hearing a plop.

“Who... who is it?” she huffed, feeling drained from the effort of pushing.

“B-B-B-B-B-B-Babs?!” he cried, his eyes widening in shock and the brownish-orange, freckled filly in his grip.

“Give ’er here,” Granny said, moving away from AJ and taking Babs from Bic Mac. She quickly towelled the little filly off, before using a pair of disinfected scissors to cut the umbilical cord, then set Babs down on the carpet.

She took notice of the silver bowel under a baby bottle and redish-brown apple on the foal’s flank.

“Looks like ya got yer Cutie Mark, just like ya wan’ed, Babs,” she chuckled.

“Here comes Apple Bloom!” AJ cried, her face scrunching up again.

Big Mac’s eyes widened, the pupils shrinking to pinprick. “Bloom?”

“It’s a long strong, Big Mac,” Granny said, giving him a disapproving look. “Now, are ya gonna help yer sister get through this or not?”

Mac blinked, before shaking his head, his expression firming. “Eeyep.”

“Good,” Granny nodded, stepping back from Babs and indicating to his sister. “Comfort her. This one’s gonna be a might tricker, Ah’d say.”

He nodded, moving over to Applejack and rested next to her, offering his support.

Applejack gave him a warm, strained smile, before her face scrunched as she felt a second lump dislodge from her womb and start moving down towards the exit.

“GAAAH!” she cried, pushing harder, followed by a small thumping sound.

“Apple Bloom’s okay,” Granny said, towelling her off and cutting the cord, before setting her down next to Babs, who opened her eyes and looked towards Applejack.

Apple Bloom also had a Cutie Mark, near identical to Babs’, only the apple in her mark was green instead.

Mac leaned his muzzle against his sister’s cheek, giving her a warm smile. “Ya done it, sis,” he said quietly. “They’re both okay.”

Applejack just smiled, panting, her body covered in sweat.

A few moments later, Applejack was propped up on the couch against a red couch pillow. In her forelegs were her two new daughters, both of whom looked up at her with slight confusion.

“Whelp, it ain’t how Ah thought Ah’d get mah first great-grand foals,” Granny chuckled as the two foals blinked up at the orange mare holding them, “but, Ah’m happy all the same.”

Despite his trepidation when he’d first seen his sister pregnant, not to mention during the birthing, Big Mac had a shaky smile on his lips and tears in his eyes.

Applejack looked down at the foals with a coy smile. “While Ah’m not proud o’ you two fer just going ahead without askin’ first...” her smiled warmed, the smile of a mother, “Ah have ta say thank ya, both. And Ah promise Ah’ll be the best mother Ah can be fer ya.”

Both foals blinked for a moment, before smiles came to their faces. They leaned their heads against Applejack’s chest and closed their eyes, falling asleep.

“Takin’ a nap, huh?” Applejack asked, failing to stifle a yawn herself. “Sounds like a good idea ta me.”

Granny helped her down from the couch, then she lay down on the carpet, Bic Mac draping a blanket over her and placing the couch pillow under her head.

Applejack gave him an appreciative smile, before closing her eyes, joining her new daughters in the realm of sleep.

A new adventure had started for the Apple Family... but AJ and the foals would join it after some rest.

Author's Note

And, like with the Great and Maternal Tixie, here ends any connection to weatherwatcher and Smudge-Proof's original works.

Next chapter, Applejack's friend come to visit her after hearing she's in the hospital and get a surprise when they find out why.

Just wanted to post this and The Great and Maternal Trixie up since i got a good review from my prereader, giving the the confidence to post them.

Hope you enjoyed this, as odd and creepy as it probably felt for you and, til next time, later everypony