Applejacked

Applejack had to pee. Badly. Her bladder was so full, it was aching. Enough to wake her up from a sound sleep. Rolling out of bed, she made her way through the house and to the bathroom. One hand rubbed at her eyes, trying to wipe away enough of the sleepiness to be able to see again. Not that it mattered, she knew the house well enough that she could walk through it blindfolded.

Once reaching the bathroom, Applejack sat down and let herself go. It was such a relief. She felt like she had not peed in days.

Except it had not been days. It had been an actual, full, day. More than that, actually. She did not go once yesterday.

The realization caused Applejack to wake up the rest of the way. Eyes wide, she looked down and spread her legs. There between her them was the bright, blond pubic fur, and familiar, dark brown vaginal lips. She had to resist the urge to jump up and shout with joy then and there. Pissing all over herself and the floor would be embarrassing, especially if her shouting woke everypony up and brought them running to see what happened.

Finished, she rushed back to her room and checked herself out. Finding the room empty, she shut the door and turned on the light. Heading over to the mirror, Applejack got a good look at herself. From what she could tell, the reversion had not been absolute. Although no longer breaking the seven foot mark, she was still above her five foot eleven inch regular height. Not by a mere inch either. She must have been around six and a half feet. Similarly, her breasts were proportionally bigger than they had been. Again, not as much as when she had been a towering mare, but definitely two or three cup sizes. However, when it came to her build, that seemed to remain proportionally the same as it had with her larger size. Her waist was lean and narrow, and she could feel a rock hard six pack beneath the fur of her stomach. Lifting her arms and flexing, she could make out sizable bulges from her bicep muscles. As nice as she looked, there was a little disappointment in how narrow her hips still were. It would have been nice to get her foal-bearing hips back.

A knock at the door drew her attention. Before she could call out, the door opened and Pinkie popped her head in.

"Good morning," she sang out with a grin. "Breakfast is ready if you're hungry. See you downstairs."

"Hold on," Applejack called out. "Pinkie, can you come in here a minute?"

"Sure," Pinkie answered as she pushed the door open and stepped inside. "What do you want?"

As Pinkie Pie stood there, Applejack looked her over. Pinkie looked... exactly the way she had last night. She was wearing the same clothes she had when they had come to the farm, and they fit her just as they had before her silly little striptease. There was no noticeable extra bulge or anything.

"Pinkie?" Applejack said slowly. "We did have sex last night, didn't we?"

"Yeah. It was really fun too."

"Okay. Now, did I imagine it, or were you..."

"Cumflated?" Pinkie Pie asked. She then grinned widely as she gave a nod. "Yep. By the time you were done, I was all swelled up like a balloon. Bet I looked like I was a year and a half pregnant with a dozen foals or something."

At that, Applejack's mind drifted to picture it. Pinkie Pie, swollen to near bursting with foals. Her stomach stretched out beyond anything that any other mare could take. Breasts swollen with milk rested atop said stomach, the fluid sometimes leaking out. Then there were the hormones, leaving the pink mare almost perpetually...

With a shake of her head, Applejack forced herself back to the present.

"So, how come you ain't still all swelled up like?"

"I don't know," Pinkie answered with a shrug. "I've never been inflated like that before." She looked down at her tummy and gave it a poke. "I guess it's the same way I can eat a whole giant cake and not be stuck for hours."

She then looked back up and grinned at Applejack.

"Speaking of eating, like I said, 'breakfast is ready.' Don't want the pancakes to get cold."

She then turned around and walked off.

Applejack watched her go, and felt... longing? Her gaze shifted toward the empty bed, remembering last night. While something like that was no longer possible, she found herself wanting to crawl back in. Not alone either. No, she wanted to be in bed with Pinkie Pie. To cuddle up next to her, snuggle her. To feel that soft, plush body pressed close.

Was... was she in love with Pinkie Pie?

With another shake of her head, Applejack put the thought aside. Whether or not that was the case, it could wait for later. Right now, that same mare was downstairs, probably with the rest Applejack's family, and breakfast was waiting.

A groan escaped Applejack as she remembered: after breakfast, she was going to have to tell Rarity and Starlight that they might be pregnant. Probably Aloe and Lotus too, just to be sure.

Should probably see Rarity first, she thought as she left the room. Get the biggest bit of drama over and done with.

Now with sour expectations of how her day would be going, Applejack made her way down to breakfast. As she stepped into the kitchen, all eyes turned to her, then started staring.

"Dagnabit, Applejack!" Granny Smith shouted. "You get back upstairs and put some clothes on, young lady!"

Blushing furiously as she realized what she did, Applejack shut the door and ran back upstairs to get dressed.