Sweet Apple Seed Regressions

by Autum Breeze

Rating: mature
Tags: Applejack, Slice of Life, Babs Seed, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Granny Smith, Apple Bloom, Comedy, Big Macintosh, Random
Length: 7493

Applejack wakes up to find she will now become Apple Bloom and Babs Seeds mother. Oi-vay

Credit for original idea goes to weatherwatcher and the artwork by Smudge-Proof

Apple Bloom and Babs are sick of not having their Cutie Marks. After Babs comes for a visit and they both get a particularly horrid teasing from Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, they use a potion to turn them into newborn foals to get Newborn Foals Cutie Marks and they chose Applejack to be their new mother.

Applejack, of course, has to learn to cope with two foals inside of her, childbirth and then raising her two new daughters.

Note: Bloom and Gloom obviously didn't happen.

Trigger Warning: This fic contains unbirth(ing) and regression and then birth again and lactation. Other than that, this is meant to be a sweet fic.

Published 2015-09-25 14:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-09-25 14:50:01 UTC

Prelude

Sweet Apple Seed Regressions

Prelude

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Apple Bloom stood at the train station platform, waiting for the train from Manehatten to arrive. Her family wanted to come along too, but work at the farm was a bit too time consuming today, so Apple Bloom was left alone to wait.

After a few more minutes of waiting, she heard the sound of the train whistle blow and bounced with excitement as she saw it coming round the bend.

A minute later, it was stopping in the station, releasing a hissing sound, before the doors opened and ponies began piling out.

Bloom waited anxiously, watching each pony leave, before she saw the pony she’d been waiting for.

“Babs!” she cried and hurried towards her cousin.

The brownish-gold filly smirked, meeting her cousin in the hug. “Hey, cos. Thanks for getting yur family ta stuff fa the week.”

Apple Bloom nodded, grinning ear to ear.

Babs glanced around, an eyebrow raised. “Just yous?”

Bloom sighed. “Yeah. Sweetie’s with her parents in Baltimare fer the week and Scoots went with Dash to watch her in case she has ta take somepony’s place during a Wonderbolts performance in Canterlot. AJ, Big Mac and Granny woulda come, but work at the farm’s been hard this week. On the upside, we’ll have more bits than usual.”

“So, got any ideas fa our next cruzade?” Babs asked as they walked, Babs luggage moving along on the wagon the station had provided for free, since the Apple Family brought them business from all over Equestria.

Bloom frowned, looking down. “No. Ah was gonna brainstorm with Sweetie and Scoots so we’d have lots to do durin’ yer stay, since school’s out fer the week thanks ta that prank Diamond Tiara tried to pull on us, but...”

Babs nodded, grinning. “Well, we’ll jus’ havda think o’ stuff ourselves, huh?”

Before Bloom could answer, a snide voice cut in.

“Why look, Silver Spoon. If it isn’t the Blank Flank wash outs of the Apple Family.”

Both fillies stopped and turned, glaring at the two fillies standing a little aways. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon wore wicked smirks as they came towards the two cousins.

“Guessin’ ya ain’t scared o’ Babs telling yer moms on ya?” Apple Bloom asked with a knowing smirk, pulling out her cousins trump card.

However, while Silver Spoon showed a little nervousness at the mention of Babs’ very real threat, Diamond Tiara’s smirk just grew crueler.

“At least we have moms to be told to, Blank Flank,” the pink sneered.

Apple Bloom opened her mouth to retort, but a shout from Babs stopped her.

“Shut up, you spoiled brat!” she... sobbed? “Yous don’t go no right... Yous don’t got no clue what it’s like!”

With that ran off towards Sweet Apple Acres, sobbing all the while.

The remaining three fillies all stood in silence for a few moments, trying to take in what they’d just seen.

“Like, what is her deal?” Diamond Tiara frowned, turning to Apple Bloom. “Is she your secret sister, or something?”

“Huh—WHAT?” Apple Bloom started, taking a step back, her eyes wide. “What in tarnation would make ya go thinkin’ ’r askin’ sumthin like that?”

Silver Spoon nodded, a slight frown on her face. “I agree with her. Why the heck did you ask her that, Dia?”

Diamond Tiara pointed a hoof at the Cutie Markless filly. “I was talking about her mother, so why’d Babs go all blubbery and get upset.”

The small frown Silver Spoon was wearing deepened a bit. “Maybe because she doesn’t like having the deaths of her relatives used as an insult,” she said, her voice going a bit colder.

Both other fillies noticed this, glancing at her, before Apple Bloom glared at Diamond Tiara. “She’s right, Tiara. That’s just wrong.”

“It was low, even for you, Dia,” Silver Spoon nodded, before turning to Apple Bloom. “Sorry about that, Apple Bloom.”

“Uh, sure, Silver Spoon,” the farm filly nodded, a little taken aback by the sincerity in the grey filly’s voice.

Silver Spoon nodded, before turning and leaving, not even looking at Diamond Tiara.

“Hey, Silvy!” Tiara called, hurrying after her friend. “Hey, what’s wrong? Why’re you so angry?”

Apple Bloom paid no mind to this any further, turning and heading towards Sweet Apple Acres, pulling Babs luggage behind her. She had a cousin to comfort.

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When Apple Bloom arrived at her home, she saw no sign of Babs downstairs, nor of Granny Smith. She’d seen her brother and sister working in the fields.

She could faintly her the sobs of sobbing coming from upstairs.

Setting Babs’ luggage by the door, she moved upstairs, following the sound to her room.

She knocked on the door, a small thought passing through about how it was her own room she was knocking on before entering.

“Babs?” she called softly, hearing a slight pause in the sobbing. “Can Ah come in?”

Again, she felt odd asking permission to enter her own bedroom, but cast that thought aside for now.

There were a few sniffles before Bab’s voice called out a quiet, “Yeah.”

Apple Bloom slowly opened the door and went inside. Babs was lying on Apple Bloom’s bed, her face buried in the pillow, her shoulder jerking every so often from her now quieter sobs.

Apple Bloom climbed up onto the bed and rested a hoof on her cousin’s shoulder. “Babs... is sumthin’ wrong?” she asked gently, rubbing her cousin’s shoulder for comfort. “Diamond Tiara was talkin’ ’bout mah parents. Were ya upset our family was being insulted like that?”

A few more sniffles, before the brownish-orange filly looked up. “Yers? Y-ya mean... she wasn’t taking about mine?”

Apple Bloom blinked, before her eyes widened and her face saddened. “Babs... don’t tell me yer ma...”

Babs nodded, a few more tears sliding down her face.

“Wh... why ain’t Ah heard about this afore?” Apple Bloom shook her head, both upset and angry. “Why would mah sister hide this fr’m me?”

Babs looked down. “She probably doesn’t know.”

Apple Bloom blinked, cocking an eyebrow. “Huh?”

“It only happened a week ago,” Babs said, sitting up, her eyes downcast. “Mom an’ Dad an’ me were at the train station when a stroller rolled onto the track.”

She sat down a bit more, curling her forelegs around her hind legs.

“Mom and Dad hurried to see if there was a foal in there. There was. They moved quickly, but Dad hurt his leg, tripping on one of the rails. Mom took the foal to its mother, before hurrying back ta help Dad, but... by then the train, it... it...”

Babs shut her eyes, her tears starting anew.

Apple Bloom moved forward, pulling her cousin into a hug.

“How’s yer big sis doing?” she asked, remembering Babs mentioning her sister at the end of her first visit... before inwardly frowning.

Who was Babs’ sister, anyway? Now that she thought about it, she’d never actually met Babs’ big sister before. She couldn’t remember her being at the reunion either. She only knew about her because Babs said she'd talk to her back when she was leaving Ponyville after her first visit.

Babs’ sobs rose in volume as she held onto her cousin. “I... I don’t got one.”

Apple Bloom pulled her head back, eyes wide, head cocked in confusion. “But... ya said...”

Babs shook her head, before burying it further into Apple Bloom’s fur. “I only said it so yous wouldn’t worry about me? I never had a sister; I made her up.”

“Oh... Babs,” Apple Bloom held her cousin tighter, letting her cry out her woes into the youngest of the Apples.

After several minutes, Babs had calmed down enough to breath normally and pulled back, wiping her eyes. “Thanks, cos. I’ve needed that.”

Apple Bloom nodded, rubbing the other filly’s shoulder. “What’s say we try figuring out what do next fer our Cutie Marks?” she asked, trying to bring things to a lighter, happier topic.

Babs sniffed, grinning. “Sure.” Then she looked down. “Too bad there ain’t a Cutie Mark fer getting a new mom.”

Apple Bloom blinked, frowning, putting a hoof to her chin in thought, before her eyes widened and she grinned. “Hey! That’s a great idea, Babs!”

“Huh? Is what a good idea?” the filly asked, taken aback.

Apple Bloom stood up on her mattress, grinning. “Let’s try getting our Cutie Marks in being newborn foals?”

Babs blinked, before shaking her head. “Come again? How in Equestria would yous and I get Cutie Marks in that?”

Apple Bloom put a hoof to her chin in thought again. “Hmm? First, Ah’d need to make a few potions. Ah’m pretty good at it, but Ah think we'd need somepony more experienced, since Ah ain't never made those kinda potions afore.”

“But.. to be newborn foals... wouldn’t we need to come out of a mother, first?” Babs asked, cocking her head to the side.

Apple Bloom blinked, before looking down again. “Yeah," she murmured, "yer right. We’d need a mare ta be our new Momma fer that. Hmm. Ah could ask some o’ AJ’s friends... but, Ah still wanna be an Apple after I’m born again. the closet choice outta AJ’s friends there would be Pinkie, since she’s family, but... Ah dunno.”

“Wait!” Babs said, frowning. “Bloom, I appreciate it, giving me a new mom would be nice, but...” she shook her head, frowning. “Why would yous risk this yurself. Wouldn’t ya family miss ya.”

Apple Bloom blinked, before sighing. “Yeah, they probably would. But... Ah’m like you, Babs,” she looked to her cousin with misty eyes, causing Babs to blink in surprise. “Ah love mah family more than anythin', but... ah miss havin’ a ma. Ah... Ah can’ even really remember her. AJ’s been like a mom and a sister ta be since I can remember and... well...”

“Ya don’t want me goin’ at it alone?” Babs asked, giving a small smile.

Apple Bloom nodded, before her eyes widened. “AJ!”

Babs blinked, confused. “Huh?”

“AJ’ll be our new ma!” Apple Bloom cried, clapping her hooves together. “She’s pretty much raised me since Ah was little, so she’d be perfect. Plus, it means mah family won’t miss me, cos Ah’ll be right here!”

Babs cocked up eyebrow, thinking it over. “Uh... yeah. I guess that can work.” She frowned. “So, how’re ya gonna make the potions?”

Apple Bloom grinned slyly. “Ah know just the zebra ta help.”

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“Hello there, Apple Bloom and Babs Seed. Is there anything with which, my assistance you need?” Zecora asked as she opened the door to find the two fillies standing outside her hut’s door the next morning.

“Hi, Zecora!” Apple Bloom said with a cheery smile, walking in, Babs right behind her. “Ah was wondering if’n ya could teach me about sum types o’ potions. A friend in town wants to know about ’em an’ asked if Ah’d ask ya.”

She didn’t like lying to the zebra, but needs must, as the saying goes.

Zecora gave a slight frown, before nodding. “Then tell you I shall on how the potions are to make, so to this pony you may the final product take. What kind of potions did the happen to ask for me to assist in this task?”

Apple Bloom glanced to Babs, who nodded, though Zecora didn’t notice it. “They wanted to know if’n there’s a potion that can turn a pony into a newborn foal.”

Zecora blinked, then chuckled. “A simple age potion? How plain? I thought you would give me a harder one to need to explain.”

Apple Bloom shook her head. “Not an age potion. This pony wants ta know if’n there’s a potion that’ll let a pony turn into a newborn foal inside another pony. Umbilical cord an’ all.”

Zecora blinked, her face blank for a moment, before a frown creased her brow. “Here I thought it was to be for a time of mirth. But you are telling me this pony wants to be a part of birth?”

Apple Bloom nodded, scratching her neck. “She already knows the pony she wants as her new Momma, but she doesn’t know if’n it’s possible.”

Zecora tapped her chin in thought for a few moments, before nodding. “A potion like that is not often required, as it is not often that it’s results are desired. But such a potion does exist. I will aid you with an assist.”

“Alright!” Bloom cheered, grinning at Babs.

“However, the new mother must be taken into account,” the zebra continued, moving over to her cauldron and starting to put ingredients in. “After all, she will need comfort whilst carrying her new foal about.”

“Huh? Ah didn’t think o’ that,” Apple Bloom said, putting a hoof to her chin, before glancing at Babs. “Ah guess havin a pony push through there would be kinda painful, huh?”

Zecora nodded, placing some leaves in the pot and stirring the mixture that had began to take shape. “I think a potion to allow her foalhole to stretch would mean she does not feel a retch.”

Babs nodded, chuckling nervously. “Yeah. I-I wouldn’t want m— that pony’s new mother to hurt as the pony went in.”

Zecora nodded. “It would be most unkind. Better to allow her a chance to unwind.”

Two hours later Babs and Apple Bloom walked out of Zecora’s hut, after Zecora had explained everything they’d need to tell the pony they’d talked about they’d have to do, three vials of potion in her saddle bag. When Zecora had asked why they wanted two, Babs had said the pony who’d asked them to come had a friend who felt the same and that the two wanted to be sisters.

Likely, the zebra had bought the lie and made turn potions that would allow a pony to turn into a newborn foal.

“So, what now?” Babs asked as they head back up the path through the Everfree that led back to Ponyville. “What’ll we do as our last day as cousins, sister?”

Apple Bloom giggled at the idea that she and Babs would soon be siblings. She looked up, pondering the posibilties. “How about we enjoy some o’ Pinkie’s bakin’. We won’t get a chance to fer a few more years once we’re born.”

Babs nodded and they made their way down the path.

As they passed through Ponyville, both being greeted regularly by the townfolk, Apple Bloom spotted Miss Cheerilee sitting at one of the small cafes, enjoying a cup of tea and some apple and cinnamon cake.

Suddenly, Apple Bloom felt saddened as she realized that, after becoming foals, she wouldn’t be able to be in Cheerilee’s classes again for another few years.

Taking a deep breath, she turned towards her soon-to-be former teacher, Babs following behind, only hesitating a moment at the sudden change in direction.

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Cheerilee smiled as she sipped at her tea. While the damage to the classroom Diamond Tiara’s prank had caused meant school would be closed for the week and she would have to deal with a lot of paperwork, she couldn’t help enjoying herself right now.

While the paperwork did loom in the back of her mind, she was thankful to be able to enjoy her morning.

“Miss Cheerilee?”

The maroon Earth Pony looked up from her tea to see Apple Bloom standing in front of her.

“Why, good morning, Apple Bloom,” she smiled, setting down her tea and turning to her student. She suddenly notice the expression on the young filly’s face. “Apple Bloom, is something wrong?” she asked, conserned.

Apple Bloom suddenly reached forward, pulling the older mare into a tight, warm hug.

Cheerilee was a bit taken aback by this sudden affection, but returned the hug, wondering if something had gone wrong recently and the filly needed some comfort. Is so, she was more than willing to give it.

“Thank ya fer everythin’ Miss Cheerilee,” the young filly whispered, holding on a little bit tighter. “Ah can’t thank ya enough fer all ya’ve done fer me. An’... an’ Ah looked forward ta when Ah c’n come back ta yer classes.”

“Oh, um...” Cheerilee said, a little unsure how to respond to the unusually worded gratitude being giving to her. “You’re very welcome, Apple Bloom. I’m glad I could help you.”

After a few more moments, Apple Bloom pulled back, wiping a few tears from her eyes, before nodding and moving off towards Sugarcube Corner alongside a pony Cheerilee recognized as Apple Bloom’s cousins, Babs Seed.

She watched them go, blinking in confusion. Why had Apple Bloom just suddenly come up and hugged her like that, and why was she crying at the end?

She decided that, tomorrow, she would go over to Sweet Apple Acres once she’d finished with the paperwork and talk to Applejack to see what was going on, find out if something had happened.

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“Hiya, Apple Bloom! Hiya, Babs!” the every energetic Pinkie Pie called, waving to them from behind the counter as they walked in.

Apple Bloom smiled at the pink mare. “Hiya, Pinkie.”

“So, what’ll you two little fillies be having today?” Pinkie asked, leaning on her elbows as she looked from one filly to the other.

“How much ya got, Babs?” Apple Bloom asked, pulling out her purse.

Babs pulled her own purse out of her saddlebag and they emptied both onto the counter.

They quickly counted it all up, before grinning to Pinkie and saying in unison, “One of everything!”

Pinkie paused, her pupil shrinking for a moment, before returning to normal and looking at the girls with an oddly firm expression for the party mare.

“Now, girls,” she said, in a firm tone that also was rarely heard from the usually bouncy pony, “I don’t like selling food that isn’t going to be eaten; that’s a waste of good pastry. So, do you really think you could eat all that?”

Apple Bloom nodded firmly. “We’ll be sharing, so we’ll each get half o’ one thang. That should work, right?”

Pinkie looked up, sticking her tongue out of her mouth as she thought it over. She eventually nodded. “Makes sense.”

The two fillies went over to their table and waited. They were using every last bit of their pocket money, seeing as it would be a while before they started even getting an allowance again and wanted to go out with a bang. Or, at least a bang be filly standard, and stuffing yourself with every tasty treat you could sounded right to them.

After just a few minutes, Pinkie Pie had piled one of everything the bakery could offer in front of the girls.

“Enjoy!” Pinkie cheered, turning to go, before she pause, her nose wrinkling and her back hunching for a moment.

“Pinkie?” Babs asked, glancing up from the chocolate bagel she’d just spit in half to share with Apple Bloom. “Yous okay?”

“Huh,” Pinkie tilted her head to the side. “Somepony I know is going to be a mommy soon.”

Both fillies almost chocked on their pastry. Did Pinkie know what they had planned?

“Whelp, whoever it is, I can’t wait to throw them a foal shower!” the pink pony said brightly, before skipping off, humming to herself.

Once the girls had calmed their airways they breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed Pinkie’s Pinkie Sense, while picking up on what their plan would do, hadn’t actually pointed them out.

“Come on, mah soon-to-be sister,” Apple Bloom toasted, holding up a strawberry thickshake. “Let’s enjoy our last time tasting Pinkie’s treats until we’re older enough again.”

Babs lifted a banana one and joined the toast, before they dug into their feast.

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Apple Bloom and Babs sat down at the dinner table with the rest of the family.

After finishing at Sugarcube Corner (managing to eat everything they'd ordered, just like they'd promised Pinkie they would), they’d spent the rest of the day helping out around the farm, to make up for the work they wouldn’t be able to do after they were born again.

Applejack and Big Mac had been glad for the help, even if Babs wasn’t as experienced in apple bucking as her cousin, but thankful for it, none the less.

The spread for dinner was pretty good. Apple fritters, turnovers, cinnamon toast, hash browns, fresh apples and oranges and Granny Smith’s famous Zap Apple Pie.

As the adults all closed their eyes and put their hooves together for grace, Apple Bloom, who was sitting closest to Applejack, glanced at Babs, who nodded.

Apple Bloom quickly and quietly reached down, lifting a vial filled with a brown liquid. It was the potion meant for the mare that would be the mother of those who wanted to be foals.

She leaned forward, uncorking it and tipped it into her sister’s drink, the brown-coloured potion mixing perfectly with the non-alcoholic apple cider in AJ’s mug.

Just as fast as she’d gotten it out, Apple Bloom sat back down, hiding the vial underneath the table, before she and Babs joined in grace.

When grace ended, the whole family tucked in, Apple Bloom and Babs savouring their last meal as cousins before the events of the night.

Several hours later, Babs and Apple Bloom snuck into Applejack’s bedroom and moved over to the sleeping mare. She was snoring loudly, so being quiet wasn’t really needed, but they did so anyway.

“Ready to get yer Cutie Mark in bein’ a newborn foal?” Apple Bloom asked, glancing to her cousin.

Babs nodded, her expression a mixture of firmness, uncertainly and excitement. They were both about to get a new mother, as well as their Cutie Marks, all at once.

Nodding, Apple Bloom held out two vials filled with a greenish-blue liquid. They were the potions that would turn them into foals. Zecora had said, for the type of thing they’d spoken about, these potions were delayed. They’d take a few hours to fully turn them into foals.

Their main focus was easing the drinker’s body into no longer working on its own, to allow the body of whomever mother was to take care of the lives that would rest within.

Clinking the two vial together like a toast, the two fillies downed the potion, both gagging slightly at the taste, before discarding the vials on the floor, climbing up onto the bed and moving over to the sleeping mare.

Applejack had kicked the covers off in her sleep and was laying on her back, her marehood on full display.

Both fillies glanced at each other, before Apple Bloom held out a hoof. “Yer the guest o’ the house. You first.”

Babs looked uncertain, glancing from the slumbering Applejack to the filly. “Ya sure? She’s your sister. Sure yous wouldn’t wanna go first?”

Apple Bloom shrugged. “Ah can wait. If not fer yer idea, this wouldn’ even be happenin’, so Ah think ya’ll should go first, Babs.”

The brownish-orange filly smiled, nodding and moved towards Applejack’s marehood.

“So, I just push my way in?” she asked, glancing back at her soon-to-be sister.

Apple Bloom nodded. “Zecora said we should and ta keep goin’ until we feel some wall, then push through that. Then we just gotta sit and weight fer AJ ta birth us an’ bam; Cutie Marks and a new ma!”

Babs nodded, before pressing her forehooves against the small slit. Her hooves quickly sank in with no real effort and she smile, pressing further until her head touched the slit, following her hooves path soon after.

Apple Bloom watched in fascination at first as she saw her sister’s lower area being stretched so wide, watching the bulge of Babs pressing against her sister from the inside.

Then, she moved forward and started pushing Babs from behind to help the filly through further, glancing up and seeing her big sister’s stomach starting to bulge as Babs moved further in until she was all inside, Applejack stomach becoming distended by the presence of the filly within her.

Suddenly, as she started to do as Babs had done, Apple Bloom felt a hoof reach out and grasp hers. Smiling, she let it pull her in, aiding in her attempt to push within her sister.

She couldn’t really see the fleshy walls around her as she moved further in, there not being much light.

Finally she felt another opening moving around the leg being pulled, shortly followed by her head.

She still couldn’t see anything, but she knew Babs was in front of her. Strangely, it felt like her head was against Bab's lower stomach area.

“So, now what?” Babs’ voice asked as the two settled into a comfortable position in their fleshy surroundings.

“Wait til mah sister wake up, Ah guess,” Bloom shrugged, before realizing the gesture was meaningless in the darkness around them.

Author's Note

Applejack is certain in for a shock when she wakes up, alright.

How will she handle her sister and cousin now being inside of her? Will she be able to convince them to get out before things have gone too far and they WON'T be able to turn back?

If you've seen the panels this fic's based on, you already know the answer to that.

The next chapter's already there, so go ahead and read

Chapter 1

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