Them Bloomin' Apples

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Siblings

“Finished!” Applejack hollered as she pounded the last tent peg into place.

“My side too,” Big Macintosh called back.

The two teenage siblings stepped back from the dilapidated old tent, pleased with their work - just in time for the sun to drop below the horizon. Applejack had begged to go camping for months, but the particularly harsh winter had made it unsafe for a twelve year old filly to sleep outdoors. Ponyville had just finished Wrapping Up Winter the day before, which meant that Spring had finally arrived, and the weather report said it was going to be unseasonably warm for the next couple of days, too.

“I’ll get the sleeping bags,” Big Mac offered, trotting toward the farmhouse.

Applejack watched him go with a giggle. Camping out in the front yard wasn’t really the kind of camping trip she’d had in mind, but at least if the icy bite of winter came back in the middle of the night, it wouldn’t be hard for them to move indoors.

With a quick zip, Applejack opened the tent and stepped inside. It was a big tent, with room enough for four ponies to sleep in if you needed to. The canvas floor of the tent, having never been swept properly from their last camping trip, was slightly dirty in places, but that hardly bothered a hard-working farm pony like Applejack. She smiled and clopped her hooves together. This would be the best night ever!

Big Macintosh returned with the pair of sleeping bags and dropped the bundles in the tent. Applejack wasted no time grabbing hers and unrolling it.

“Hey, Mac?” she asked. Her brother looked up, halfway through unrolling his own sleeping bag. “Pillows?”

“I got the sleeping bags,” Big Mac replied. “I think it’s your turn.”

“Is that what you think?” Applejack laughed, bounding out of the tent. She dashed straight up to the front door, slamming it open as she made a beeline for the bedrooms.

“No runnin’ in the house!” Granny Smith’s shrill voice hollered behind her. “An’ stop slamming that door!”

Applejack grabbed her pillow and flipped it up onto her back, then ran to Mac’s room and did the same with his before galloping back to the front door.

“Sorry, Granny!” she hollered back as she slammed the front door open again.

Big Mac looked up just in time to see Applejack toss his pillow straight up into the air. A moment of confusion turned into a moment of recognition as she spun herself around and the pillow suddenly approached at high speed. The pillow slammed into his face, knocking him backwards and nearly toppling him into the wall of the tent.

“Whose turn is it now?” Applejack laughed as her brother staggered back.

“Oh, now you’re gonna get it!” he growled, grabbing the pillow and darting out of the tent.

The ensuing pillow fight lasted several minutes until both ponies were exhausted, staggering into the tent.

“Y’know, I haven’t had a pillow fight outside before,” Big Mac wheezed, giving Applejack a broad smile. He opened the vent in the top of the tent and lit a small lantern, hanging it on a hook at the top of the tent before collapsing onto his sleeping bag.

“Not me.“ Applejack smacked him with her pillow one last time. “We had a big pillow fight at Berry Punch’s birthday party last summer.”

“Careful,” Big Mac chastised. “No swinging pillows around the lamp.”

“Fine...” Applejack whined, fluffing her pillow and crawling into her sleeping bag.

Big Mac had already tucked himself into his bag. “Who’s Berry Punch?” he asked..

“One of my classmates,” she replied quietly, laying her head down, facing away.

“AJ?” Big Macintosh couldn’t help but marvel at Applejack’s luxurious mane, but was also concerned with her sudden change in demeanor. His sister rolled back over, eyes glistening in the lamp light. Tears? “Are you alright?”

“Berry’s got a coltfriend, now,” she replied somberly. “Every filly in my class does. All except me.”

“That’s not so bad,” he replied.

“Yes, it is!” she snapped, a tear rolling down her face. “Nopony’s even asked me out!”

Big Macintosh tousled Applejack’s mane with a hoof. “Aw, don’t worry about it, little sister. They jus’ don’t know what they’re missing out on.” He pulled her chin up to look her straight in the eye. “I promise you’ll make a great fillyfriend some day. And that colt will be the luckiest colt alive!”

Applejack looked down at the canvas floor, tracing the patterns of dirt with her eyes. “You really think so?” she whispered.

“I do really think so,” Big Macintosh replied.

The rocking chair on the front porch slowly oscillated back and forth as Granny Smith rocked, enjoying the cool night breeze. A particularly biting chill forced her to pull her blanket a bit more snugly about herself. The gentle creak of the rocking chair was accompanied by the croaking of frogs in the pond and the rustle of leaves in the trees.

These were usually the sounds of late evening that Granny enjoyed the most, but tonight she paid them no mind. Instead, she was focused on the conversation her grandchildren were having over in their tent only a few dozen yards away. It was a rare opportunity for her to learn more about her grandchildren on subjects they probably wouldn’t tell her about on their own.

“I don’t even like any of the colts in my class, anyway,” Applejack muttered.

“Then *why*,” Big Mac’s voice cracked, “are you so worried about not having one?”

“Because I want a coltfriend.”

“Uh, okay.”

“I just don’t want that kind of colt.”

“That kind of colt?”

“Yeah, the stupid jerk ones.”

“Then, what kind of colt do you want?”

“I don’t really know. I think an older one would be good.”

Silence. The sound of the old house settling caused Granny Smith to realize she’d stopped rocking entirely, listening intently to the children.

“Big Mac?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you have anypony that you like?”

“I like you,” he replied.

“No, I mean, like a crush. Don’t you have a filly that you want to go out with?”

“I don’t really think about it too much,” he replied curtly.

Granny Smith giggled at his brazen attempt to get off the subject. Colts were also the same as they’d always been. Big Mac often reminded her of Bright Mac - especially his quick denials about liking another pony. Though, in Bright Mac’s case it made sense that he didn’t want to talk about his crush. Granny found herself idly wondering if Big Mac had a forbidden crush, too.

“Berry Punch has a sister in your class. She says her sister has a huge crush on you.”

“She… she does?”

“I think her name is Cheerilee?”

“O-oh. Cheerilee...”

Granny Smith nodded in satisfaction. Applejack was just as big a gossip as any other Apple. But it was getting late, and the wind was starting to chill her a bit more than her old bones could handle. Her body complained with a crack and a creak as she rolled out of her old rocking chair.

“Good night, you two!” she called out.

“Good night, Granny,” a duet of voices called back.

Granny walked slowly back into the cold, lonely house and lumbered up the stairs to her bedroom. Even as she settled into her bed, however, she couldn’t help but dwell on how much Big Macintosh’s reply reminded her of his father -- her son -- dead and gone. And for the first time in many months, Granny cried herself to sleep.

Big Macintosh and Applejack trotted along the dirt road to the schoolhouse, thankful that the runoff from Winter Wrap Up’s melted snow was still keeping the dust down behind the group of ponies in front of them. One of the ponies broke off from the group, stopping on the side of the road until the Apple siblings caught up.

“Hey!” Berry Punch greeted the pair. “You don’t look too good this morning. What’s up?”

“Didn’t sleep well,” Applejack complained. “Slept in a tent last night. I’ll be alright, just gotta wake up a bit.”

As much as the sleeping bags had been nice and warm, they weren’t a replacement for a proper mattress. Fortunately, the crisp morning air was refreshing and helped perk them both up after the poor sleep they’d gotten the night before.

Big Mac kept silent, instead staring at where AJ's blank flank was. The last thing he wanted was to engage Berry in conversation. She might bring up her older sister. Unfortunately, he found himself getting distracted by the rippling motions of her butt as she walked, instead.

“Hey, Mac?” Applejack asked.

His head jerked up. Had she noticed he was staring? No, her eyes were forward, watching Berry race along to catch up with the other group of ponies. “What?”

“I’m terribly sorry if’n I made you uncomfortable last night. Weren’t my intention.”

“Naw, it’s alright, little sister. But I think you need to tell me what colt you got your eyes on.” He grinned broadly. “It’s only fair.”

Applejack felt a heat running to her cheeks. “I… I don’t have one in mind!”

“I don’t believe you.”

Applejack stopped mid-stride, spinning around to face her brother. “Big Mac, are you accusing me of lying?”

“Eeenope,” he said. “Jes’ think yer bein’ dishonest. With yerself.”

“That’s the dumbest thing I ever heard!” Applejack announced, resuming her march toward the school.

Big Mac couldn’t help but stare at her tail and mane whirling around as she turned. Why did he find it so… alluring? She was his sister. It wasn’t right.

“Race ya!” she suddenly shouted, taking off at a full gallop. He took off after her, staying just far enough behind to keep ogling her toned flanks as she ran.

He felt bad about it. But only a little bit.

It wasn’t unusual for Granny Smith to take care of the household chores while the harder, outdoors work was delegated to her much sturdier grandchildren. She was tidying up the upstairs bathroom when a commotion from outside drew her attention. Something was going on with the pigs.

She trotted down the hall, turning into Big Macintosh’s bedroom and peered out the window at the pigs’ yard. Big Macintosh was over leaning on the fence, absent-mindedly staring up into the clouds. The pigs were clambering over each other as they fought for his attention, oinks and squeals piercing the morning air, creating the ruckus that had drawn her attention in the first place, but Big Mac paid them no mind at all, despite the noise.

“Big Macintosh,” she hollered. “Hurry up and feed them pigs. There’s plenty of other work t’be done today.” If he heard her, he didn’t give any indication of it. Perhaps the pigs were too loud and had drowned out her hollering?

Five minutes passed and Granny hadn’t seen him move even once. There’s something wrong with that boy, Granny Smith thought to herself. He’s been off in his own little world for a week, now. Big Mac was getting to be that age, and Spring was precisely the time of year that colts often began to notice the fillies around them. His father had been the same way after he’d...

Granny had to step away from the window, tears forming in her eyes. Sometimes, Granny thought felt that the old wound had healed, but Big Macintosh had a way of tearing it open again. She slumped against the wall, looking around her grandson’s room. The comforter on his bed was the very same one Bright Mac had used growing up. She smiled bitterly. Bright had loved that thing; he’d dragged it all over the house growing up, and it had the wear and tear to show for it.

She forced herself to get up and get back to work. Big Macintosh’s daydreaming would work itself out eventually, and she needed some time to herself right now. As she passed Big Macintosh’s nightstand, however, something caught her eye. The picture frame on his nightstand no longer had the group family photo in it that he’d kept by his bedside since the derailment that had claimed the lives of Bright and Pear.

Granny pushed a box of tissues aside and picked up the picture frame. It was a picture of Applejack playing with her friends at school. It looked like she was in the middle of turning around while running. The photo wasn’t professionally done, slightly blurry and out of focus, but you could clearly make out Applejack’s broad smile as she twisted about. It’s a cute photo, Granny thought to herself, but it’s too bad so much of her butt got in the frame.

“Hey mom? How do you go about asking out a filly when you know other ponies won’t approve?” Bright Macintosh shuffled his hooves as he counted the nails in the floorboard, patiently hoping for an answer.

Granny Smith shook her head slowly. “Jus’ be yourself, Bright Macintosh. Same as you would approaching any other filly. But if ponies don’t approve, only you can decide if the consequences are worth it.”

The last time Granny had this conversation, she thought her son had been asking about jealousy from his classmates, not a family feud. Now her grandson was asking the exact same question, but those damnable Pears had left town years ago. He couldn’t possibly be crushing on a Pear like his father did. What was he up to?

Big Macintosh shuffled his feet nervously. “But what if I don’t know how to be myself?”

“You don’t have to do anything to be yourself, Big Macintosh,” Granny replied, giving him a pat on the head. “You just have to not try to be somepony else.”

She pulled his chin up to glare at him. “But I’m warning you, Big Macintosh. It’s Spring, and that means heat season. I shouldn’t need to tell you this, but you stay away from the fillies that are in heat. And it would be rude to ask a filly when her judgement is clouded, so you wait. They only want one thing this time of year, and the farm is barely sustainable as it is.”

“I don’t understand, Granny. What do you mean?”

“Consarnit, Big Mac, I mean that we can’t afford another mouth to feed! You’re better off waiting for Summer! Celestia knows I gone and made that mistake already.”

“You asked out a filly?” Big Macintosh blurted, confused.

“Tarnation, no! I was the filly. Your Grandpa Seville asked me out in the wee days of Spring, and like any hormonal filly, I said yes! And look where that got me! Do you see that backstabbing old stallion here? Course not! Got me pregnant, panicked and left off to Manehattan t’ live with his older brother. Had to raise your father without him.”

Big Mac’s jaw worked up and down slowly wordlessly.

“And that is why you shouldn’t ask out a filly in the Spring,” Granny continued. “Because fillies are stupid, colts are stupider, and there ain’t any money!”

Coins clattered against the makeshift tabletop as yet another customer bought a dozen apples. Applejack took the coins, gleefully tallying and dropping them into the bucket serving as their till.

“That’s 114 bits for the morning, so far!”

Big Macintosh looked at his little sister. He was pretty sure her beaming smile could have brightened a funeral. He smiled right back. “Shoot, at this pace, we might earn enough to go out for lunch together,” he replied.

Applejack’s smile suddenly vanished. Her eyes darted about, desperately searching for something to focus on that wasn’t her brother as she tried to think of a reply.

“AJ?” Big Macintosh frowned. “Did I say something wrong?”

The freckles on her face turned a few shaders redder as she shook her head. “No, it’s just… the way you said that.”

“The way I said it? What do you mean?”

“It sounded…” Applejack cast a furtive glance around, making sure nopony would hear her and leaned closer, bringing her lips to her brother’s ear. “It sounded like you were asking me on a date,” she whispered.

Her lips brushed his ear as she pulled away. Big Macintosh was sure she had to have done it on purpose, but there was no way she... The thought of it was just too much. A tingle went down Big Mac’s spine and his whole body shivered in response -- and part of him was doing more than just shivering. Big Mac sat down and casually removed his hat, dropping it into his lap to conceal his growing erection. But the thought of his sister’s apple lips upon that member...

Applejack giggled at his predicament, snatching the hat and flipping it up onto her own head. Then she turned to help an approaching customer. Big Mac turned away to hide his problem from the stranger.

“Howdy!” she greeted, cheerfully. “What can I do ya for?”

Free is fine, Big Mac thought to himself. His eyes drifted to her tail before he cursed his teenage hormones under his breath. Why did he always think of his sister like that?

Her tail swished to the side, granting him a momentary glimpse of her sacred treasure. Was she oblivious to what she was doing? Or was she teasing him? And if she was teasing him, why? Did she perhaps like him that way, too?

“Hey, Applejack?” he asked after the customer had left.

Applejack looked up from the bit bucket inquisitively, coins still in her teeth.

“What if I had been asking you on a date?”

She dropped the coins with a gentle clatter. “Kinda weird, isn’t it?”

Big Mac ran a hoof through his mane. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Sorry. Forget I asked.” He turned away, but a hoof on his shoulder stopped him from going anywhere.

“Mac?”

He glanced back at her. She was blushing furiously.

“I didn’t say no.”

“Granny, have you seen my tackle box?”

Granny Smith looked up at Big Macintosh, who stood in the doorway wearing his fishing vest.

“In the shed,” Granny replied. “On top of the crates in the corner.”

“Thanks!”

The young stallion trotted away. Granny looked out the window to the front yard. The rain was coming down in sheets, but that didn’t seem to stop Applejack. The filly was frolicking about in her raincoat, splashing through mud puddles and generally having a good time.

Big Macintosh came out of the shed, tacklebox and a large pack slung over his back, beckoning to Applejack. The two young ponies started down the path toward the forest.

Granny knew Applejack had always wanted to spend more time with her brother, but until only recently, Big Macintosh seemed to avoid or ignore her. Now they had been spending a lot of time with each other over the last few days. It was obvious that Big Macintosh was trying to get used to talking with fillies so he could approach his crush, but Granny was pretty sure Applejack didn’t realize that.

She seemed happy either way. And Granny wasn’t about to get in the way of her happiness.

“Big Mac? Little help?”

Big Macintosh looked over at his little sister. Even though the rain had stopped, Applejack was still completely soaked, and her normally gorgeous mane hanging limply. Her fishing pole was laying in the wet grass and she was fussing with her tail. He set down his fishing pole and stepped over for a better look.

She had gotten her fishing hook tangled in her tail. With the worm still attached. Big Macintosh heaved a sigh. Hooves and teeth wouldn’t cut it. This required far more dextrous work to fix.

“Gonna have to cut the line and leave it there for now,” he said matter-of-factly. “Need a unicorn to untangle that mess.”

“Gimme the knife then,” Applejack growled. “I’ll jes cut off part of my tail.”

Big Macintosh was taken aback. Her tail was too gorgeous to do something like that! “But--” he started to protest, but she cut him off.

“No buts, Big Macintosh. I am not going to trot around looking for a unicorn with a worm wiggling around in my tail.”

“... alright.” Big Macintosh walked to his tackle box and started fishing around in it for his knife.

“Mac! Your rod!” Applejack yelled. Big Macintosh looked over at his fishing pole - something had been hooked, and the line was rapidly reeling out. He shoved the tackle box aside and lunged for the fishing pole just as Applejack had the same idea. The two collided, their skulls cracking together, and the pair tumbled to the ground in a heap.

“Big Mac!” Applejack’s strained voice came from right beneath him. Big Macintosh opened his eyes. His sister’s muzzle was right in front of him, and he was gazing right down into her big green eyes. Her perfectly shaped muzzle, mouth hanging open ever so slightly as she panted, her illustrious mane, splayed out in the grass and yet still as gorgeous as ever, and her cute little freckles, glowing with a soft red tint. It was the most beautiful sight he’d ever laid eyes on.

He braced himself against the ground, taking some of his weight off of her, letting her breathe normally, but her lips still remained slightly parted, warm breath passing through them as her chest heaved up and down.

Big Mac knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help himself. He brought his lips against hers, pressing them together. Applejack held her breath and her eyes slowly closed, her lips working against his -- she was kissing him back?

Emboldened by her acceptance, Big Mac probed her lips with his tongue, seeking to explore her maw. She allowed him entrance, their tongues brushing against one another in a delicate dance. Applejack moaned into him, and the sound triggered every erotic pleasure center in his brain as his erection began to grow. Within moments, he felt resistance and broke away from the kiss to glance down, where his growing stallionhood had started pressing against his sister’s thigh.

“Mac… your rod…” Applejack breathed.

“I’m sorry,” Big Mac replied, hastily climbing off of his sister. He sat down, covering his erection with his hooves. Applejack sat up on her haunches, blushing furiously.

“...Can… Can I see it?” she whispered nervously.

Big Macintosh looked down at his rigid staff and slowly pulled his hooves away. Applejack leaned in for a closer look. She knew vaguely what it was supposed to look like, but had never seen a pony’s penis up close. Noticable veins along the shaft, and a small, rigid ring of flesh around the middle stood out from the otherwise smooth flesh, piquing her curiosity.

Applejack cupped Big Mac’s weighty testicles in a hoof as her examination shifted focus. They seemed to pulse with need as she fondled them. A thick, musky aroma infiltrated her nose as she got closer. Without even thinking, she dragged her tongue along his sack, eliciting a gasp from her brother. The taste was pleasantly salty, but otherwise unremarkable.

“AJ,” he whined. “Do that again, please?”

Applejack nodded, slathering his jewels with her spit as she cleaned the salty flavor off of her brother. As she worked, Big Macintosh grunted and moaned softly, and she couldn’t help but notice that he seemed to do it more as she worked closer and closer to the base of his shaft. She had to admit, she was enjoying this a lot more than she’d expected, but there was a strange itch growing in her nether regions that she wasn’t familiar with. And it was getting worse.

Experimentally, she began licking her brother’s shaft. Big Mac inhaled sharply and held his breath, eyes wide as Applejack tongue-bathed his throbbing cock. She continually worked her way up from the base, careful not to miss any part of his flesh. It felt amazing, but… part of his fantasy was still missing.

“AJ,” he moaned, “Can...”

Applejack stopped, looking up at him with her big green eyes.

“Can I see yours?”

“... Okay,” Applejack replied, pulling away from his erection. She’d intended to stand up, but Big Mac gently pushed her back until she fell backwards again, spreadeagled before him. She grunted softly as her back landed in the wet grass.

He didn’t immediately lean down to examine her private parts like she’d expected. Instead, he walked over to her face and turned around, allowing his majestic spear to swing into her view, and then stepped over her to straddle her body. Realizing what he wanted, she leaned up and resumed her exploration of his shaft as she felt him beginning to explore her intimate places.

Big Mac looked down as he got into position over his sister, in awe at the beauty of the clefted flesh in front of him. It was everything he’d dreamed it would be and then some. Her puffy lower lips hugged together, parted by the small bulb of flesh that he knew should be her clitoris. Her perfectly round pucker sat between those lips and the dock of her tail, where the golden strands merged with the orange of her coat.

Applejack resumed tongue bathing his cock as he leaned down and gave her vulva a long lick. Her swollen lips separated as his tongue passed. Applejack moaned into his shaft as he dragged his tongue along her slit, escalating into a slight yelp as his tongue brushed against her clit.

“Ah... Mac, that was amazing,” she purred. “Do it again.”

Encouraged by her words, he gave her another long lick, this time probing a little deeper with his tongue, dipping down into her depths. Applejack gasped, and pulled the cock out of her mouth, afraid she might accidentally bite down. Big Macintosh didn’t seem to mind as he continued to press his tongue deep into her canal, savoring the taste of her natural lubricant.

A strange and foreign feeling came over Applejack, like a slow series of muscle spasms in her nethers. Her brother felt it, too, as her clit began winking against his tongue. He withdrew from her vaginal canal and focused instead on the quivering nub.

Applejack groaned as her body began to tense up like a coiled spring. Every touch of his hooves, every caress of his tongue, every teasing of his breath against her moist cunt drove her toward some unseen, unknown destination - one marked only by her own ever increasing pleasure.

“Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh,” she growled as the tension built. “Mac, I…”

Big Macintosh didn’t let up. He’d heard about the female orgasm, and he was desperate to see if he could bring her to one. Applejack’s body didn’t disappoint. Her legs clutched tightly around his neck as she shrieked in pleasure. Fluid gushed from her nethers, spraying all over his face and leaving a rapidly growing puddle of femme cum on the ground.

But an Apple never left a job half finished. He continued to assault her feminine flower with his tongue, ignoring the strange tastes that were washing over his tongue. Only a few moments later, Applejack clamped down on his neck even harder as a renewed gush of fluids sprayed out from her depths.

He stopped then, allowing his sister a moment to relax and let him free of her leggy prison. His aching, throbbing erection had gotten no attention for several minutes now and he needed something. He rolled away, sitting up on his haunches. Applejack unsteadily rose to her hooves and sat in from of him with a satisfied smile.

Big Macintosh gestured at the erection that hadn’t been getting attention and Applejack nodded, leaning down to lick it again. With a hoof, Mac pressed the tip fervently against her lips, and she parted them, taking his shaft directly into her mouth for the first time.

Applejack still needed a few moments to recover from the two most intense orgasms she’d ever had in her life, doing little more than swirling her tongue around the head of his cock as she caught her breath. The teasing rapidly brought Big Mac’s erection back to full staff. After a few moments, she began slowly bobbing her head down on his shaft, eagerly hoping to bring her brother to the same plateau of pleasure he’d brought her to.

Big Macintosh began gently thrusting his hips against her ministrations, savoring the feeling of hot, wet flesh engulfing his member for the first time. He’d never experienced anything quite like it before, and it was better than he’d ever imagined it could be. Then, his medial ring reached her lips.

Stars exploded in his mind. He’d never known just how sensitive and pleasurable that ridge was. Applejack noticed his sudden tension and tried to bring his cock even deeper into her mouth. The tip of his cock repeatedly struck the back of her mouth as she tried to engulf that ring of flesh.

Closing her eyes and steeling herself, she angled his cock toward her throat and went as deep as she could. His massive spear slipped into her throat as she drove forward, ecstatic that his ring of flesh slipped into her mouth. She felt his shaft pulsate and throb with need as she took him deeper into her throat.

Big Mac watched in wonder as his sister took nearly the entirety of his shaft into her mouth. His medial ring had disappeared a couple of inches ago, and now the incredibly tight confines of her throat squeezed down on his member in a way he’d never felt before. He was absolutely sure he would explode any moment now, but he was not about to interrupt what his sister was doing.

Applejack finally withdrew, gasping for air but then immediately dove back down. She was determined to fit his entire rod into her mouth, and she wouldn’t be satisfied until she could lick his balls while engulfing him. She felt his tip hit her throat again and pulled out just far enough to take a deep breath before driving herself forward again.

This time, Big Mac felt his ring hit the back of her mouth, pressing into the entrance to her throat. Applejack’s eyes were closed as she concentrated on getting around that obstacle and to her goal. She began swallowing against his shaft, hoping the muscles of her throat would help.

Her brother gasped as a sudden rippling sensation tore down the top of his shaft. Applejack’s throat was undulating repeatedly against his prick as she popped his medial ring into her throat. His world went white with pleasure as he felt his orgasm approach.

Applejack felt the rod in her mouth pulsate as her brother’s orgasm built up. She reached out with her tongue, desperate to find…

Big Macintosh felt something warm and wet brush against his sack, the sudden sensation pushing him over the edge. He felt himself flaring out within his sister’s maw, gush after gush of seed pouring into her throat.

Applejack felt the pressure in her throat increase as her brother flared out and throbbed within her. She could feel some kind of thick fluid gushing into her throat and draining into her stomach, and she was starting to feel a lack of air getting to her as she tried to remove herself from him, but the thick flare would not come out as easily as it went in. She braced herself against Big Macintosh with her hooves and shoved, forcing his throbbing shaft to pop out of her throat, spraying thick semen the whole way. She felt the salty taste against her tongue - an unexpected, but not necessarily unwelcome one - and closed her eyes as the thick ropes of spunk sprayed across her face.

Big Macintosh collapsed backward as his orgasm came to a halt, staring into the dark clouds above them. A fresh drop of rain bounced off his muzzle as the rain started once again.

“Ugh,” Applejack grunted. “Now I’m covered in your stuff, Big Macintosh. Can ya’ help me clean up a bit?”

He smiled as he sat up again, staggering over to help his sister get clean as the downpour began. The cold downpour helped as the pair worked to remove the evidence of their activities. It took a few minutes, and by the time they were done, the rain had soaked them both to the bone.

“Hey, Sis?”

Applejack looked up at him quizzically. He gestured at the large pack he’d brought with him.

“I brought the tent and sleeping bags.”

Applejack smiled.

“Y’know Big Mac, I think we should go fishing more often. I kinda liked it.”

“But you didn’t catch anything.”

Applejack sighed.

Author's Note

I did not have time to complete the story the way I wanted to, but I intend to finish it when judging is completed.

Lovers

Over the next two weeks, Applejack couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d done with her brother down by the river that day. They both knew what sex was, even if they’d never done it, but the taboo of their relationship had stopped them from continuing any further than they’d already gone.

But as the days passed, Applejack’s thoughts started to wander away from the amazing feelings of his tongue on her folds - an experience they would try desperately to do whenever they thought Granny wouldn’t notice - and on toward the fantasies of his cock buried deep inside of her, thrusting until he was spent, leaving her with a child. And ‘settling down’ with him somewhere nopony knew who they were and wouldn’t ask any questions.

Applejack knew that society said what she was feeling was wrong. She shouldn’t love her brother this way, but… she did. And why shouldn’t she love her brother? Society had to be wrong.

But the doubt always plagued her. She knew her love wasn’t wrong, but what if he wasn’t really the one for her? She didn’t know how to tell, but the thought continued to bother her. And even though she couldn’t tell Granny the truth, she sought answers that only an older, wiser pony might be able to help with.

Granny Smith sat in her rocker, crocheting yet another blanket for the inevitable foalings that would come from the year’s heat season. She made it a point to give away a dozen of them every year to new mothers that were down on her luck; a penance she paid in memory of her own down-trodden years after Seville had left. An ancient melody from her past came to her as her hooves worked, and she began humming the tune softly as she worked.

Applejack peeked into the living room from around the doorway. Granny could sense the filly’s presence, even though her eyes were closed, her hooves working entirely off of muscle memory borne from years of practice. “Granny?” Applejack whispered softly, taking a few steps into the room.

Granny slowly opened one ancient eye to peer at the young filly. “Yes, child?”

Applejack shuffled her hooves nervously as her eyes followed the grooves between the floorboards. “I wanted to ask you a question.”

Granny’s other eye opened and the aged wrinkles of her face pulled back in a warm smile. “Then, ask,” she said softly. “I will always be here to help you.”

Taking a deep breath, Applejack met her grandmother’s gaze. “Granny, how will I know when I’ve found ‘the one’?”

“Hmm…” Granny Smith hummed, continuing to rock slowly as her hooves worked almost mindlessly. She had never found ‘the one’ herself; Seville had been her first and last. But the memory of her own son’s wedding surfaced - he had definitely found ‘the one’, as had Pear Butter. The poor things.

Her lips quivered as she stopped rocking and her crochet hooks came to a halt. She set the hooks aside and then carefully placed the partially-finished blanket in a box she kept by her chair for exactly this purpose.

“You’n yer brother,” she muttered. “But I s’pose you’re both that age…” Granny trailed off as she leaned back in the chair again. After a moment, she looked down at her granddaughter again, beckoning the filly closer. Applejack obeyed, and Granny lifted the young filly up into her lap - something Applejack was getting far too big for. But this was important - she couldn’t let Applejack ruin herself the same way.

“You don’t need to worry about that none, Applejack,” she said, stroking Applejack’s mane and thinking back to Pear Butter. “But you’ll know when you found ‘the one’, because when you’ve found him, you’ll be ready to give up everything just to be with him.”

The clock on the wall measured the silence with soft ticks as her granddaughter pondered those words.

“Everything?” Applejack wondered aloud.

“Everything. Even family.”

“Give up my family?” Applejack mumbled, her ears flattening. “I don’t think I could ever make that sacrifice.”

“Then he probably isn’t the one,” Granny replied, continuing to run a hoof through the filly’s soft mane. “But that’s okay. Fillies at your age don’t really fully understand love yet, anyway,” she recited, relaying her own mother’s wisdom. “Instead, you have little infatuations that turn into little relationships that give you the experiences you need to find ‘the one’ when you’re older. Even if he isn’t the one, it’s healthy for a filly your age to date and explore.”

Applejack fidgeted nervously. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, Applejack,” Granny said tenderly. “Ain’t nopony expectin’ a filly your age to be in a lasting relationship. Relationships at yer age don’t last, but don’t let that dissuade you from having a coltfriend.” Then her expression hardened. “Just be careful not to do anything foolish. This is a dangerous time o’the year for a filly to be playing with colts, y’understand? We can’t afford any little ones.”

“I… I understand,” Applejack nodded somberly. Then, she slowly lowered herself back to the floor and trotted softly out of the room, her head hanging low.

Granny couldn’t help but feel bad; the poor filly was clearly heartbroken. But Granny also knew that the advice she had given was the right advice.

Big Macintosh was out feeding the pigs when his sister approached. Her head was drooping

and her hooves were dragging in the mud as she walked.

“What’s wrong little sis?” Big Mac asked as she came up next to him and flopped herself against the fence.

“I talked to Granny about how to figure out if I’ve found ‘the one’.”

Big Macintosh stopped working and glanced down at his little sister. “The one?”

“The one I should spend the rest of my life with.” She rested her head against his shoulder.

Big Macintosh waited in silence for her to continue, but she only rubbed up against him wordlessly. “What did she say?” he finally asked, pulling her into a hug.

“She said I would know when I’m ready to give up my family for him.” A small sniffle prompted him to hold her even tighter. He leaned in for a quick kiss, which she gave freely.

As their lips parted, he gazed into her eyes. She looked away quickly. “… you’re talking about me, then.” Big Macintosh said, the understanding dawning on him. “But, I am family. Give up family… to be with family,” he mused. “That don’t make no sense!”

“I know,” Applejack responded, trying not to cry. “But I think… I think that maybe…” A lump caught in her throat. “That maybe she’s right. Maybe we do gotta give up our family. She wouldn’t understand what we got, Mac. And that means… We gotta give up her...”

Big Macintosh stood there in silence for a few moments as Applejack’s quiet tears rolled down her cheeks. He reached up to wipe them away with his hoof, smearing a bit of mud across her fur.

“This ain’t right,” he said matter-of-factly.

“I know. But I can’t help it. I love you, Big Mac.”

“That’s not what I meant, AJ. But… I love you, too.”

The two siblings held each other close for quite some time, each one lost in their own silent thoughts until the dinner bell called them away.

“SOUP’S ON!” Granny called out, clattering the bell loudly.

The two unwound from each other and slowly headed back to the farmhouse, heads hanging low, ears flat, and dragging their hooves through the dirt.

About halfway to the house, Applejack spoke up. “Hey, Big Mac?”

“Hmm?”

“You think maybe we could just run away? Go somewhere else that no one knows we’re siblings?”

“I dunno, Applejack. That seems mighty dangerous.”

“Would you do it? For me?” she pleaded. “For us?”

Big Macintosh continued on in silence until they reached the farmhouse. He held the door open for her, but placed a hoof on her flank as she went ahead of him. She stopped and turned to look at him.

“I’ll think about it,” he said with a strained smile. “I promise.”

She nodded, and continued on into the house.

A few nights later, Big Macintosh had gone to spend the night at a friend’s place. It was the first time Applejack had gone an entire day without seeing her brother since that day at the river. Normally, she could hear his breathing across the hall - a light snoring that reminded her that she didn’t have to be alone; that they could be together. Now she lay on her bed, longing to hear that gentle rumbling. Longing to cuddle up with him and hold him tight. To spread herself for him and let him lap at her flower. To suckle on his warm flesh until he came all over her again.

But he wasn’t even home. She couldn’t help but wonder if he was having similar thoughts over at his friend’s house.

She lightly touched herself with a hoof, imagining he was actually there and doing the touching instead. It wasn’t even her intent; she didn’t normally masturbate. Sure, she’d done it before, out of curiosity, but… it wasn’t very interesting and she didn’t make a point of doing it. But this time her own touch was electrifying.

Applejack couldn’t get the image of his cock out of her head. A tingling sensation built up in her nethers as she furiously rubbed against her vulva, paying special attention to the little nub of her clitoris as she tried to stifle her own moans. A tension built up and then suddenly released. Her orgasm had come faster than it had ever come before, and her fluids gushed out and sprayed down her bed. She continued straight on through the convulsions, continuing on fervently until another one - and another one - and even a fourth orgasmic release soaked her covers.

Her body trembled and shook in carnal bliss as she fell still on the damp bed. Even though she was exhausted, her body still demanded attention. Her hoof trailed down to touch herself again, but she was too sensitive - too tired. And her body still craved more - like an itch that she couldn’t quite scratch.

After several minutes of laying on her bed, panting for breath, Applejack finally found the energy to roll off the bed and onto her hooves - she needed to change the bedding before she could sleep. And she’d have to make sure she did the laundry before anypony else noticed in the morning.

With fresh linens on her bed - which were still slightly damp from where her juices had soaked through to the mattress - Applejack still was just as horny as when she started, despite her body’s demands for rest.

Maybe a cold bath would help her calm her needs. She would have to clean herself up anyway.

“Granny?” Applejack asked softly, not wanting to wake the old mare. “Are you awake?”

The ancient bones of the family matriarch shifted and one eye slowly opened to look at Applejack, whose mane was hanging down, limp and wet. “Of course I am, child. Did’ja take a bath at this hour? It’s getting late. You should be in your bed sleeping.”

“I tried, but… I can’t sleep,” Applejack confessed.

“Nightmares again?” Granny scoffed. “They don’t mean--”

“No!” Applejack interjected. “It’s not that. It’s just… I feel weird.” She nodded her head back toward her flank. “Back there. It’s hot, and itchy and distracting. I tried to… fix it… and took a cold bath, but...”

Granny leaned back into her chair, her features softening. A somber, knowing smile crossed her face. “Ah, so the time has come for you, then, too.” The old rocking chair began to rock slowly as Granny Smith closed her eyes again, humming to herself.

“What time?” Applejack wondered.

“It’s a shame your mother isn’t here to teach you about all this,” Granny grumbled. “I never did raise a filly of my own. Ya do understand the birds and the bees?”

“The… the what?” Applejack asked, confused. “You mean like how Fluttershy talks to them?”

Granny’s eyes snapped open with a fiery blaze of energy. “The birds and the bees, girl! Consarnit, schools don’t teach fillies nothin’ anymore. Now, you listen up good. Stallions have a penis, and mares have a vagina.”

Applejack blushed furiously. “Yes, Granny, I know that.”

Granny was undeterred. “Well, when a stallion smells a mare in season, he mounts up on her back, and his penis goes into her vagina. He thrusts into her a few times, and then he pulls out, and now you have a baby and a lot of regrets.”

“Granny!” Applejack yelled. “I already know about sex! You didn’t need to--”

“Then why are you asking me about yer consarned heat?”

“My heat?”

“That itchin’ in yer loins, girl. That’s the heat.”

Applejack tilted her head in confusion. This wasn’t what she expected heat to be like at all. “Alright,” she whispered. “So what am I supposed to do?”

“You either deal with it, or you make mistakes. Now, if you know what’s good fer ya, you’ll stay away from the colts for a while.” Granny Smith’s eyes closed again and she sank back into her chair. “Now, off to bed with you. Just remember to stay away from the colts. Clop yourself silly again if you must!”

That was the last thing Applejack wanted to her Granny talk about, but… a question lingered. “...Does clopping really help?” she asked timidly.

“Not at all,” Granny replied. Then she cracked an eye open again and a sly smile curled her lips. “But it sure feels nice when you’re in season, doesn’t it?”

That was not what Applejack wanted to hear from her grandmother, of all ponies, but there wasn’t anything she could do to unhear it. Her mouth dropped open and she spluttered nonsensically for several seconds.

Granny chuckled softly under her breath. “I ain’t deaf, girl,” she muttered, mostly to herself. “I do know what a filly sounds like when she’s having a good time. Now, go on, and don’t forget to clean up after y’self.”

Silence reigned in the living room as Applejack sulked in embarrassment, wondering if any other advice was still to come, but soon the only advice Granny was offering was a quiet snore.

Applejack turned back toward the stairs and slowly climbed back to her room.

Big Macintosh pulled one teat and then the other as warm cow’s milk slowly filled the metal bucket. It was just one more chore he had to do, and he did it without complaining, even though he’d rather be doing almost anything else.

An orange sunset filled the barn with a soft, warm light. Under these conditions, normally Big Mac would gladly lounge about in the hay and maybe take a nap. Occasionally he’d even fall asleep out here; it was surprisingly comfortable. But he had too many chores to do right now. Applejack hadn’t been helping much, and Granny Smith had told him to ‘mind his own business and make sure the chores got done’ when he asked about it.

He didn’t mind doing Applejack’s chores, really, but what he actually wanted was just to see her bright, shining smile.

To watch her flanks as she ran and walked…

…To touch her.

He glanced down at the cow’s udder in front of him, and the teats in his hooves. He squeezed one. They were nothing like Applejack’s filly teats. His imagination drifted off to when he’d seen hers numerous times. Not swollen or full of milk like a cow’s udders. Instead, they were mostly flat, with a pert little nipple on each. He found himself wishing he were touching those instead.

When he opened his eyes again, he realized the teats had stopped providing their milk. How long had he been milking the cow after it was dry? He wasn’t even sure. He picked up the bucket and took a long look back at the farmhouse. The window to Applejack’s room was lit up, and Applejack herself had her legs crossed on the window frame, her head resting on them.

She looked forlorn and sad. Was she feeling ashamed of what they had? Maybe; she’d been avoiding him for three days now - and barely spoken to him since he’d gotten home from his friend’s house. His heart sank at the thought that she might not want to be with him anymore. They needed to talk, and at this exact moment, he knew without a doubt where she was. He began lumbering toward the farmhouse.

It didn’t take long to get there. He pushed open the door and went to put the milk away only to realize he’d left the full bucket of milk in the barn. But that wasn’t important to him right now - instead, he took a deep breath, preparing himself for whatever she might tell him, and started walking slowly up the stairs.

Of course, Applejack was far more nimble than he was; if she was avoiding him, he needed to be sure she didn’t hear him coming, or she’d run. Once he got into her room, he could easily stop her from leaving, but if she bolted before he got there, there was no way he’d catch her.

With careful, silent steps, he walked down the hall. Applejack’s bedroom was only a short distance away, and when he got there, he pushed the door open slowly. Her back was to him, still sitting at the window, but her head spun around quickly at the sound of the door and she gasped audibly. A blush quickly rose to her cheeks, and she began frantically looking around for an escape.

“Applejack?” Big Macintosh asked. “Why?”

“No, no. Big Mac, you need to go,” Applejack begged, seemingly on the verge of tears. “You can’t be in here right now.”

“What? What’s wrong, little sis?” he wondered. “You aren’t… scared of me, are you?”

Her body was visibly trembling and she stared at him with an unreadable expression. Worry started to creep in on the corners of his mind. Maybe she really was afraid of him?

“N-no,” Applejack squeaked. “I’m not. But… Granny says....”

“Granny?” Big Macintosh raised an eyebrow. “What does Granny have to do with anything? With us?”

“She says… She says I can’t be around colts right now,” Applejack choked. Big Macintosh rushed to her side, pulling her into an embrace. “She says… that I’ll regret things.”

“What could you possibly regret about being around me?” he asked her.

Applejack shook her head. “Nothing, Big Mac. I love you, and I always want to be with you, but…” She pulled away from him, looking up into his eyes. “I’m sorry, Big Mac.”

And without any further warning, she bolted.

Big Mac sat there in bewilderment as Applejack crashed through her own bedroom door. A clatter of hooves could be heard clopping down the steps before Big Mac realized he needed to follow her. To sort all of this out.

He barged down the stairs and to the front door, where the storm door was still bouncing and clattering from Applejack’s hasty departure. Without hesitation, he charged straight through it, not even caring if it was torn off of the hinges, and looked around frantically for Applejack. He thought he caught a fragment of her golden tail disappearing into the barn, and he began galloping that direction.

But there was no sign of her in the barn when he arrived. He was sure he’d seen her come in here. She had to be hiding somewhere; all of the windows were closed up, so she couldn’t have gone out in any other direction - but the dim light of the setting sun was quickly fading, casting nothing more than a wide beam of light from the barn door. He turned on the lamp and hung it up on the hook in the middle of the barn, casting shadows that danced along the walls as the lamp swayed back and forth.

“Applejack?” he called out into the crisp air.

No reply.

Big Macintosh wandered slowly around the barn, poking and prodding at things Applejack might be hiding in or around. “Applejack?” he called again.

“Go away, Big Mac!” came a muffled cry from up in the hay loft.

Big Mac looked up. “Can we at least talk?” he begged, his hooves clopping softly on the hard-packed dirt as he approached the ladder that led to the loft.

“No!”

“But… but why?”

“Because I don’t think I can control myself around you right now!”

Big Macintosh took a step back from the ladder. “Control yourself? AJ… I don’t understand. What do you mean?”

“You don’t get it!” she cried. “I’m in heat, dummy!”

In heat? He took several steps backwards and fell on his rump, knocking over the bucket of fresh milk. Control herself? He probably should have paid more attention in class so he would know what to do to help her, but he knew what heat was - a strange illness that took every filly in the class for a few days each spring, and then they would come back as if nothing had happened.

Applejack was sick.

He slowly began climbing up to the loft.

“No, please, Mac! Just stay down there,” Applejack pleaded.

“It’s alright,” Big Macintosh replied. “If you’re sick… I’ll take care of you.”

He sat down at the top of the ladder. He wasn’t sure exactly where Applejack was hiding in the hay, but he knew that if she was going to leave, her only choice was to go through him, or jump down, and this would be his best chance to catch her if she tried either option.

“Please talk to me,” he begged. “I only want to help.”

As he looked around, waiting for a reply, there was a strange smell of something different up here. Something that wasn’t just the hay. Something alluring in a way he wasn’t familiar with. Little Macintosh started getting excited, coming slowly out of his sheathe as it stiffened up. He wasn’t sure exactly why it had done that, but he had a strong urge to clop himself off.

A soft moan gave away Applejack’s location. He resisted the temptation to touch himself and instead pushed aside a small pile of hay. His sister was right behind it, laying spread out in front of him, her hoof frantically working between her legs. His erection throbbed painfully at the sight.

“Applejack…” he breathed.

Her eyes fluttered open and she opened her mouth to protest, but Big Macintosh seized her and pulled her up into a kiss. Something in his mind exploded in bliss as their tongues explored, passionately. Something about that kiss was so much more than what it normally was.

Applejack pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily, and her hoof no longer working feverishly between her thighs.

“We can’t, Big Mac. I really… really want you to touch me right now. And… more than that. I’m losing control. But we… we can’t! Please, just go!”

“Is it really a bad thing?” Big Macintosh asked, not fully understanding her plight.

Applejack stared into his eyes with agonizing adoration and he stared right back at her, eyes full of love and affection. She felt his erection pressing against her leg. Instinctively, she looked down where she’d been touched, and gasped. It was absolutely swollen with his lust - far more than she’d ever seen before. And it called out to her like a beacon of hope. Slowly, she reached down with a hoof to stroke it softly.

Big Macintosh’s breath hitched at her touch. Her hooves were remarkably delicate against his skin, gliding up and down on the shaft. After a moment, her other hoof wrapped around his neck and pulled him down over the top of her.

“We shouldn’t,” Applejack breathed. “I know we shouldn’t. But… but I can’t stand it anymore.” And then she brought his rod down at an angle and… placed it against her virgin folds. “Please...”

He could scarcely believe this was happening. In all the times they’d fooled around, they had agreed that actual sex was… too much. Too big of a step. Too big of a risk. But her pleading eyes; the exotic, alluring smell; her warm folds spurring on a burning burning need in his core to just… claim her.

Big Macintosh nodded softly and leaned down to her ear. “I love you, Applejack,” he whispered.

“I love you, too, Big Mac.”

And he pushed forward. Applejack gasped as his key entered her lock, bumping against the proof that it had never been opened before. It was only slightly painful, but she dared not let on that it hurt. In truth, she wanted this more than anything she’d ever wanted before in her life, and she would suffer any hurts and pains to have more of his love.

“Keep going,” Applejack pleaded.

He locked lips with her again, pulling his hips back ever so slightly and then pressing forward softly until he met resistance, before pulling back again.

“Deeper,” Applejack begged. “Don’t worry about me.”

His lips pulled away and he gazed into her eyes again. He smiled. She smiled back. And the lock opened. Applejack gasped in a mix of pain and pleasure as Big Macintosh groaned and grunted, pressing deeper into her than anything had ever gone before.

It hurt.

It was horrible.

It was strange.

...

It was amazing.

He held her tightly, his shaft impaled deep into her inner sanctum as they both breathed sharply into each other’s manes. “More,” Applejack whispered. “Please, don’t stop like this.”

Big Mac didn’t hesitate to oblige, withdrawing slowly. Applejack felt an strange emptiness as he withdrew, a desire to be filled up with his maleness again, but it was only temporary as he pushed forward, and the pressure and fullness returned. A moan escaped her lips.

The sound of her erotic call was not lost on him. He groaned out softly as he felt his cock brush against the end of her tunnel. He wanted to hear those lovely moans again - to know that he–and he alone–was giving her that pleasure, and that she wanted him in return. He pulled out slowly, just to push back once more. Her heavenly voice softly cried out again.

He wanted to hear that lovely sound again, and again, and again. He withdrew once more, and as he became more confident in his actions, he slowly and steadily increased the tempo of his thrusts. Her hormone-driven lust permeated the air around him, filling all of his senses with a demand to do what he’d been placed in this world to do.

Applejack felt a building pressure in her loins; that same intense pleasure she’d felt back on the riverbank when they’d gone ‘fishing’, but building faster and faster - even faster than she’d felt the other night in her room. The rapid spasms of her winking clit against his rubbing shaft sent jolts of pleasure up and down her spine as she felt her release crashing through her body. “Oh, Big Mac!” she cried out, seizing him in her hooves and holding him as tightly as she could. Her entire body convulsed with ecstasy as her pussy clamped down spasmodically on the shaft inside of her depths.

In spite of the crushing grip of her tunnel, Big Mac didn’t slow down at all when he felt the warm gush of fluids against his balls. Her erotic moans and the sound of his name drove him ever harder into her. Her tunnel grasped and pulled at his member each time he withdrew, desperately trying to milk him in a fashion not entirely unlike how he’d milked the cow only an hour ago.

And he desperately wanted to fill her bucket.

Her cute grunts and moans spurred him onward as he went faster, deeper, and harder. A building pressure somewhere deep in his groin told him that something would come soon - that same building sensation he’d felt when she had taken him in her mouth.

“A-a-applejack, I’m going to…”

“Mmmm…” she moaned. “Keep…” Her eyes went wide. “No, wait, Big Mac. Pull out, you can’t!”

“Consarn it, can’t those kids turn off the damn lamp…”

Big Macintosh’s eyes shot open wide at the sound of Granny’s voice, and in that exact same moment his entire being convulsed in orgasm, his cock twitching and pulsing as it fired directly into Applejack’s fertile womb.

“No!” Applejack shrieked.

“Applejack,” Granny called out flatly. Dangerously. “Aren’t ye supposed to be going t’ sleep?”

“Get offa me!” Applejack hissed at Big Macintosh. Big Macintosh rolled quietly off of his sister, his softening member pulling out of her tunnel with a wet slurp.

Granny sniffed the air. “An’ after I told ye’ t’stay away from the colts!” Granny shouted. “Get yer keister down here! And yer’ coltfriend, too!”

Applejack crawled carefully to the edge of the loft ladder and glanced down into the old, tired eyes of Granny Smith - normally so warm and inviting, but now set with a cold, steely glare.

“C’mon now!” Granny demanded.

The old ladder creaked audibly under Applejack’s weight as she slowly descended down to the ground. Once Applejack was on the ground she stood in front of Granny, hanging her head in shame. The feeling of Big Mac’s ejaculate running slowly down her thigh didn’t help. Granny didn’t seem to pay her any mind, however.

“Come on, coltfriend!” Granny hollered up toward the loft. “Git your hiney down here, young’un! Y’durned colts is nothing but a pain in th’flanks.”

“Granny, stop,” Applejack whispered. “Let him be.”

Granny whirled on Applejack. “Don’t you tell me what t’do! Y’ve caused enough trouble tonight already!”

Seeing that Granny’s attention was finally turned away from the loft, Big Macintosh slowly descended the ladder, hoping to make a stealthy exit through one of the windows. For certain values of stealth and ‘window’.

“What were you thinkin’, girl?” Granny continued.

“I…” Applejack didn’t know what to say, pawing at the ground nervously with a hoof.

The sound of wood cracking resounded throughout the barn as one of the old ladder’s steps broke under Big Mac’s weight. His body hit the ground with a mighty whump, drawing Granny’s attention.

“B… Big… Macintosh…?” Granny spluttered, confused. “What’re…” Her eyes went wide as saucers as she looked at Big Mac’s flagging erection, slick with sexual fluids that had attracted tiny bits of broken hay from the loft. She glanced at Applejack, whose inner legs were home to a drizzle of cum drooling down to her hooves. “Apple…” Granny mumbled. “But… Mac...”

“Granny, I can explain…” Applejack began.

“NOPE!” Granny shouted. “Nope! You git yer keister in the house. Right now. I ain’t tellin’ you twice!”

“But Granny--”

“YOU AIN’T LISTENIN’!” Granny shouted. “Git t’the house!”

Applejack closed her mouth and stared at the dirt floor for a moment. There was nothing to be done now - what happened couldn’t be undone, and Granny had caught them red-coated... And orange-coated. … With cream.

Applejack slowly turned and started toward the farmhouse.

Big Macintosh tried to follow her, hoping Granny wouldn’t address him again, but Granny Smith shoved him to the ground. “And YOU!” she hollered right in his face. “You can just sleep out here with the pigs. Where you belong!”

“Granny, I-”

“Ah don’t wanna hear it, Macintosh Apple,” she spat. “You, of all ponies, should know better. You’re older than she is, and I thought you was smarter and more responsible than her, too. But it ain’t the first time I’s been wrong ‘bout you.”

And with that, Granny turned toward the farm house and stomped her way back up the hill. “And we don’t have any money,” he heard her muttering as she faded into the darkness outside. Big Macintosh sat in the dirt, staring at his hooves in the lamp light.

“But I love her, Granny,” he muttered to himself. “And I wanna be with her.” A long sigh escaped his lips as he leaned against the wall. “Is that really so wrong?” he asked to anypony who might be listening.

A long silence answered him.

Author's Note

I tripped and found some words.

Parents

The click and clack of dozens of hooves against tile. Shouting, voices blurring into a cacophony of noise. Doors open. Silhouettes of ponies moving about, everypony in a rush... Doors close. A voice, droning over a PA system. The incessant beeping of machines.

Applejack blinked the tears away as she followed a shrouded form through the Manehattan train station. The two of them moved swiftly and with purpose, deftly weaving through crowds of larger, adult ponies. Applejack pulled her shawl tight around herself, hoping nopony would recognize her.

Outside—away from the sounds that reminded her all-too-much of the fateful day they lost their parents—she finally was able to breathe freely again. Her brother's shrouded form beckoned for her to follow. Applejack raised a hoof to shield her eyes from the bright summer sun that shone overhead, stumbling after her brother as quickly as she could. Big Macintosh had been here before. She had to trust he knew where to go.

The buildings were so tall that Applejack couldn't even fathom how they would have been built. Every minute, the carts passing by her seemed to outnumber every cart in Ponyville. Ponies were everywhere.

Big Mac headed to the corner of a busy intersection and stopped. Applejack nearly ran into him, distracted by the sights around them. She huddled close to him, in nervous awe of the city.

He raised a hoof and waved frantically at a passing cart. It passed them by quickly. He tried again and again, until finally a yellow, checkered carriage pulled by two of the largest stallions Applejack had ever seen came to a stop in front of them. A unicorn mare at the front of the cart eyed them up and down.

"Where ya' headed?" she asked.

Big Mac hesitated for a moment before blurting out "We need to get to Orange Manor. Please, ma'am."

The mare's eyes narrowed. "Orange Manor? What would a couple of children—"

"Please!" Applejack blurted. The mare's eyes quickly shifted over to her. "Please... We have nowhere else to go."

"Two homeless foals going to beg the rich folk for money?"

"No!" Big Mac shouted. "They're... relatives."

"Oh, sure!" one of the stallions hitched to the cart laughed. "And Celestia is my mother!"

There was some shouting from behind the cart as the traffic began to pile up and the mare turned to move on. "I have money," Big Mac declared defiantly. "What do you care why we're going there? Isn't this your job?" He pulled out his bitpurse—every single bit he'd earned since that night in the barn.

The mare stopped and turned back to him, sizing up the bag briefly. She threw open the door to the carriage. "Get in then, but be quick with it."

Applejack and Big Macintosh clambered into the carriage. Inside was a ride fit for what Applejack could only assume was Celestia's comfort, with luxurious curtains that could be drawn closed to mask the outside world, and plushly furnished benches with a deep red color and golden trim.

The vehicle lurched forward, causing Applejack to stumble and fall against the rear bench. The mare leaned in through an open window at the front of the cart. "It'll be 1 bit for every 50 paces," she said.

Big Mac slowly assisted Applejack up onto the bench, and Applejack could feel the mare's gaze boring into her as she got herself situated on the bench again. "How far will this get us?" Big Macintosh asked, tossing the bag of bits at the driver.

The mare's horn lit up as she snatched the bag right out of the air. The bag upturned and she quickly counted out the bits with some counting technique that involved building stacks of coins and comparing them. It wasn't a method Applejack was familiar with, but it wasn't long before the mare frowned. "173 bits," she said. "That won't even get you half way..." The cart came to a stop.

"Please, ma'am," Big Macintosh begged. "We need to get there."

"You're relatives of the Oranges?" she challenged.

She looked Big Mac up and down impassively, then turned her gaze to Applejack. Applejack could feel the mare's eyes boring into her, and then lingering on her belly.

Wordlessly, the unicorn's magic scooped all of the bits back into the bag and it floated back to Big Macintosh. Applejack's heart sank. "But we need—"

"Don't fret. I'll take you to Orange Manor," she said, smiling warmly.

Applejack and Big Mac exchanged glances and then turned back to the mare. "Thank you," they both said together.

"How can we ever repay you?" Big Mac added.

"You just take good care of her," the mare replied, gesturing at Applejack. She turned forward again and the carriage resumed moving.

Granny Smith slowly rocked back and forth in her chair, the ancient wood creaking with each oscillation. Her eyes roamed over the wall, hung flush with photographs of her family.

"Auntie Smith?" Apple Fritter approached with a plate of apple pie. "It's time for lunch."

The chair groaned to a halt. Granny grunted non-committally as she accepted the pie from her grand-niece and placed it in her lap. Then, she resumed rocking.

Granny hadn't been doing well since the incident in the barn, and Apple Fritter had volunteered to take care of the old mare. She stayed next to Granny, to ensure that lunch would, indeed, be consumed.

There was no hurry on Granny's part, however, as she continued to stare at the family photos. She had been like this for over a week now, barely motivated to eat.

"Granny? You need to eat." Apple Fritter picked up her own slice of pie and took a bite, as if to demonstrate.

Granny Smith's eyes slowly turned to gaze upon Apple Fritter. "I am no Granny," she croaked out. "I have no one to call me Granny anymore. My family is gone."

"I'm family," Apple Fritter reminded her. "And they're out there somewhere. I'm sure of it."

Granny Smith turned back to the photos. "And will I ever see them again?" She sighed heavily. "If I could have just kept to myself and let them continue..."

"There's no changing the past," Apple Fritter said softly. "Even if..." she trailed off. "Well, there's no sense in dwelling on the past, unless we are going to use it to inform our future."

The creaking of Granny's chair was the only sound for several moments as she pondered Fritter's words. When she finally spoke again, her voice sounded distant and cold. "I... I was afraid."

Apple Fritter looked up from her pie as Granny continued. "I didn't want to lose my family again... I've lost them once before..." Tears welled up in the old mare's eyes. "I drove them away..."

"Oh, Auntie, that's a bunch of nonsense! They'll come back!"

The rocking chair continued into the late hours of the night. Granny Smith didn't reply.

It had been seven weeks since their arrival. By Ponyville standards, food and shelter alone were enough to satisfy most ponies; the room Applejack was given in the Orange Manor was far in excess—the fact that it was on the fourth floor spoke for itself, even ignoring the rest of the amenities. Big Mac had an identically furnished room just down the hall, too. It was like they were being completely spoiled. There was even a unicorn maidservant, Emerald Iris, who helped with the general upkeep of the mansion.

The Oranges were often busy and not home. They couldn't be sure if their Aunt and Uncle Orange knew the truth about their relationship, but they hadn't yet been sent away—and there was no evidence that they had informed Granny Smith of their wayward arrival, either. Still, the two horny teenagers made a point to never be intimate unless Emerald went out to shop for the household sundries. But when the adults were away...

Applejack gasped sharply as Big Mac's tongue lapped against her sex, her hooves curling against the meager sheets. "Big Mac..." she whispered. "Goddess, yes..."

Big Mac's tongue caressed her slit again as he rubbed a hoof over Applejack's slowly swelling teats. That light touch was like an amplifier for his tongue, raising the level of pleasure with each broad swipe of his tongue Applejack let out a slow hiss between clenched teeth.

She looked down at her belly. There was no denying that she was pregnant. She couldn't even see her teats over the swelling of her abdomen, nor could she see anything that Big Mac was doing. The top of his mane barely peeked over her the curve of her stomach as it bobbed up and down. His tongue brushed against her clit and she moaned involuntarily, eyes closing again.

"I want you," she whispered. "Please, before they get home..."

Big Mac nodded silently. Her body yearned for his touch to return as he pulled his head away from her sanctum. He reared up on his hind legs, and Applejack could see the tip of his erection peek over her as he stood tall and stepped forward just a little bit. His forehooves came down on either side of her head with a heavy thump, and Applejack was suddenly face-to-face with her lover.

Big Mac leaned down and she surrendered her lips to his, tongues dancing as their passion intermingled. He began to thrust slightly as they remained locked together at the lips, and Applejack could feel his stiff rod rubbing against her other lips. She forced her lips against his even harder, begging him wordlessly to continue.

There was no hesitation; only a gentle grunt of affirmation as his head slowly parted her folds. Applejack could feel every vein and ridge of his cock brushing across her clit. She gasped into his maw, hot breath bursting from between their lips.

Slowly, gently, he began to move within her depths. They both knew that they wished to rut harder, like the horny teenagers they were, throwing passion to the wind and just fucking. But... there was the little life inside that Applejack couldn't bear to put at risk. And it would make it far harder to hide their activities.

That couldn't stop them from making love. He was more than just her brother; were it legal, she would make him her husband, and she his wife. And she knew that he felt the same. This was the closest they could ever be to living out that life: separated from their family, thousands of miles away, raising the fruit of their love together.

She could feel her body tensing, tightening up like a spring being bound to its breaking point, and her brother was providing the tension. Their lips, still locked together, were forced apart as Applejack threw her head back and gasped in ecstasy, gulping down air as she tried to stifle a shriek that would surely alert somepony as to their activity.

Their bodies moved together, rocking back and forth in time with slow, gentle thrusts. Applejack savored every moment—every electric touch of his balls slapping against the ring of her asshole—every stroke of his thick cock rubbing on her clit—every parting of her pussy lips as he moved in and out of her.

"Gods, I love you," Big Macintosh whispered. "I'm gonna..."

"Please," Applejack begged. "Go ahead! Cum in me!"

There was no further provocation needed. He hilted himself, and Applejack could feel his cockhead pressed against her cervix—the last barrier between her brother and her unborn child. "I'm cumming!" Big Mac cried out in a strained voice. There was a pulsing in her loins, like a heartbeat within her slickened chasm as his tool unloaded warm semen into her depths.

He collapsed onto the bed next to her, barely supporting himself and preventing her belly from being smooshed under his weight. Applejack rolled him to the side and pulled him tight. She could feel his emissions leaking out of her as she revelled in the afterglow, his member still lodged inside of her.

She hadn't gotten off, but that was okay. She was content just to be with her lover. His breathing, quickened due to exertion but slowly subsiding, was like a lullaby to her, and she drifted off to sleep with him in her hooves.

Applejack rested her hooves on the window sill of the window, gazing out toward the horizon—and Ponyville. She couldn't see Ponyville, of course: it was far too distant. But some days, it seemed like she might be able to if she just looked hard enough.

The foal in her belly was kicking. It was... unsettling. Applejack wasn't ready to be a mother, but she couldn't bear the thought of ridding herself of the miracle of life inside of her. Still, the realization that she would soon give birth to a tiny foal—a life that would be completely dependent on her for survival—was terrifying. The baby could come at any time.

She tried to ignore the pressure on her bladder as the foal shifted about. She tried to focus her thoughts on her future: a life here in Manehattan where nopony would know the truth of her child's parentage? Manehattan was not where Applejack dreamed of living out her life with her brother. And her dependence on Aunt and Uncle Orange—who knew about their sibling relationship—meant that there was no way she could marry him.

Suddenly, the sky lit up in a kaleidoscope of color; an expanding ring of prismatc light on the horizon. Applejack stared it at in wide-eyed amazement as the arcing bands of light approached Manehattan at rapid speed. As the wave washed over Manehattan, Applejack felt something inside of her change. Or was that outside?Had she just wet herself?

The desire to pee became overpowering; an experience she wasn't ignorant of after the foal chose to dance on her bladder. Applejack carefully shuffled over to her bathroom and sat down on the toilet, allowing herself to relax and let the flow happen.

... It did not stop, trickling out slowly and steadily. In fact, the pressure in her belly was increasing awkwardly. It didn't take long for her to realize that it wasn't urine.

"Big Mac!" she screamed.

"Her water broke!" Big Mac shouted, tripping his way down multiple flights of stairs. "Auntie Orange! Uncle Orange! What do I do?"

There was a clatter of dishes from the kitchen, punctuated by a plate shattering on the floor. Emerald charged out in a rush. "Where is she?"

"Up in her bathroom!" Big Mac shouted.

Emerald immediately started up the stairs, pausing to shout back, "the master is in his study!"

Nodding, Big Macintosh galloped toward his uncle's study, secluded at the far end of the hall. He was supposed to knock, but in his excitement, he barged into the room.

Uncle Orange looked up from his paperwork, clearly annoyed. "Can I help you?"

"The baby is coming!" Big Mac shouted.

Uncle Orange's eyes went wide. "... Work with Emerald to get her out front. I'll call for an ambulance."

The next several minutes were whirlwind of stress and chaos as Big Mac and Emerald carefully helped Applejack down three flights of stairs to the main entrance, just in time for a siren's wail to scream its way to the front of the manor.

One thing Manehattan had that Ponyville didn't was dedicated hospital carts—a fact that Big Mac found himself incredibly thankful for. Two medical ponies hopped quickly from the ambulance cart and helped load Applejack onto a stretcher.

Big Mac didn't know what to do, so he just climbed into the cart next to her, offering silent support as he stayed with her.

Aunt Orange climbed into the cart on Applejack's other side, trying her best to calm the young soon-to-be-mother, but lacking any experience bearing children of her own, her words largely fell on deaf ears.

Big Mac peered at Uncle Orange, who was standing outside the medical cart. "I'll catch up with you when I can," Uncle Orange promised, looking directly at his wife. He had an unusual look of determination on his face. "There's some business I cannot put off any longer."

Aunt Orange nodded. "I understand. See you soon."

"Big Mac," Applejack cried out. She was clearly in pain. Big Mac wasn't precisely certain how the birthing process was supposed to go, and he knew that it was supposed to be painful, but he couldn't be certain what level of pain was 'normal'. Her eyes were clenched shut and she was gasping for breath, grasping for his hoof and crushing it with her earth pony strength as he sat next to her in the cart. Her entire body was foaming with sweat as they rode down the cobblestone streets toward the nearest hospital.

Big Mac watched anxiously as the medical ponies poked and prodded at his sister in all sorts of intimately invasive ways, but he knew better than to interfere...

"Granny, you have to eat!" Apple Fritter chastised the old mare. Granny didn't reply, rocking back and forth in her rocker on the porch.

It was all Apple Fritter could do to not scream at her great aunt. The old mare was just... broken. Even her rocking chair—normally as reliable as a metronome—was dull and lifeless, frequently stopping and then barely moving when it did.

Some days, Granny Smith didn't even eat anymore. Apple Fritter was growing more and more certain that her great aunt was going to gallop off into the afterlife soon.

An approaching cacophony of wings distracted her from her charge as two broad-shouldered pegasi pulling a chariot touched down just outside the farm house.

"The Pegasus Express?" Apple Fritter exclaimed. A familiar stallion disembarked. "Uncle Orange?" she gasped. "What are you doing here?"

"Granny?" Uncle Orange barked, ignoring Apple Fritter's question.

Granny Smith's rocking chair stopped again as she slowly turned to her brother, eyes unfocused. "Eh...?"

"Applejack needs you. She..." Uncle Orange paused and took a deep breath. "The baby is here."

"The... ba... by...?" Granny slowly repeated, confused. After a moment to process his statement, a spark of life came to her eyes, much to Apple Fritter's relief. "The... baby..." she repeated. She tried to stand from her chair, and Apple Fritter rushed to her side to support her. "Applejack's... baby..."

Uncle Orange nodded. "Yes, Applejack's baby."

Apple Fritter and Uncle Orange worked together to help Granny Smith over to the chariot. Once Granny was secured, Apple Fritter handed an uneaten pastry that was her namesake over to Uncle Orange. "Make sure she eats, please?"

He smiled. "I will. Thanks, Little Fritter."

Apple Fritter flushed with embarrassment at the use of her childhood nickname, but smiled back anyway. "Take care."

Applejack shuddered. It was all too familiar... just like that day... when—

"Stay with me, Applejack," a voice said. "We're going to get you through this!"

Applejack's entire world was nothing but painful contractions as she could no longer comprehend the end of one and the beginning of the next. She tried to focus on the voice as an unfamiliar face wearing a mask came into view, but her thoughts were swimming.

The gurney crashed through another set of doors as Applejack struggled to make sense of activity around her. She was... in the hospital? That was where she should be, wasn't it? Applejack was suddenly very afraid. Her previous experiences in hospitals had been less than pleasant, especially when doctors and nurses started raising voices and moving quickly. And the entire place was in chaos.

"We need to perform an emergency C-section!" Applejack heard somepony shout nearby. "Someone get me a damn anaesthetician!"

"I'm right here!" another voice shouted. Applejack heard clopping of hooves as a unicorn came into view. It was the owner of the voice. "Hello, Applejack," she said, smiling. "I know everything is busy right now, but I just need you to focus on my horn for a moment and everything will be just fine, okay?"

Applejack tried to do as she was asked—her body went rigid with fear and pain as another contraction came, but then the horn began to glow brightly... and everything faded away.

The world came back to her slowly. The slow, steady rhythm of all-too-familiar beeping monitors was the first thing she was able to identify. A sound that had haunted her for most of her life. She began to stir.

"Applejack?" an old voice croaked out.

The bright light of the world around her made it hard to focus as she opened her eyes. A familiar green face was standing over her, looking down. One that Applejack never thought she would see again.

"...Granny?"

"Applejack!"

The old mare threw her legs around Applejack without a care for the younger mare's injured condition. Pain shot through her. "Ow, Granny! Ow, ow, ow!"

Granny immediately sat back. "Oh, sorry, Applejack, I just..." The old mare's voice faded as her lip trembled and tears came to her eyes. "I thought I'd lost you! After I'd already lost your..." she trailed off.

Applejack smiled softly, trying to ignore the pain. "It's okay, Granny." She reached out to touch Granny's cheek. "It's okay."

"It's not okay," Granny said, barely holding back her cries. "I was awful to you and your brother..."

Her brother...? Where... "Where is he?!" Applejack suddenly begged, concerned. Were she stronger, it might have been a shout that could wake the dead, but instead it came out raspy and weak.

Granny smiled wanly. "Settle down now," she replied, hugging Applejack. "You almost died. You need to conserve your strength." Then, she pulled away and gestured over to a chair in the corner. "He's resting."

Applejack followed Granny's hoof with her eyes—there, in the corner, was Big Macintosh, snoring softly. And in his hooves was a small bundle—a red tuft of fur sticking out of it. A realization hit Applejack like a ton of bricks. That was their baby.

"Mine...?" Applejack whispered in near-disbelief.

"Yes, Applejack," Granny replied, wiping tears from her eyes. "She's yours. And she's the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on." Granny slowly moved to Big Mac and shook him softly. "Wake up, Mac," she rasped at him.

Big Macintosh stirred slightly, eyes opening as he blearily looked around. "Whu—?"

"She's awake," Granny prodded.

Big Mac peered down at the sleeping bundle in his lap and then up at Applejack, who was smiling weakly at them. Tears came to his own eyes. "AJ!" he shouted. And, gently, he carried the bundle over to her. "Applejack, you're okay!" he cried. "And she is, too!" he carefully held out the small bundle to her.

Applejack peered down at the new life in front of her. The filly's coat was just the same color as AJ's own mane—but her mane was undeniably the same red as her father's coat. It was truly the product of their love for one another.

"She's beautiful," Applejack whispered.

Applejack and Big Macintosh embraced as they gazed down upon the sleeping foal.

"Do you know her name, yet?" Granny wondered.

The two siblings shared a long look—the kind of look that said everything without a word spoken that only two soulmates could possibly share.

"Granny..." Applejack whispered. "We... We want you to name her. To apologize for everything we've put you through."

Granny stepped back, confused. "Me? Applejack, she's your filly. The result of your love. A love that I was too blind too see—too stubborn to recognize that love between Apple siblings could bloom."

"Then that's what she will be," Applejack replied softly.

"Wha—?"

"Apple Bloom," Applejack replied. "A love that bloomed between two Apples."

Big Macintosh nodded. "Eeyup, she sure is."

Granny frowned for a moment, and then her face broke into a huge smile. "Then Apple Bloom she shall be!" She hugged Big Macintosh and turned her smile toward Applejack. "You can come home now," Granny whispered. "No one in Ponyville knows the truth."

"I understand," Applejack said. "I love you, Granny." Pain be damned, Applejack leaned forward to embrace her Granny and her brother, careful not to hurt the tiny foal between them.

And at that moment, a brilliant light filled the room; a glowing magical power that seemed to emanate from Applejack's flank, as three small apples appeared. They separated from their embrace, each staring at Applejack's newly-discovered cutie mark.

"Three apples?" Big Macintosh wondered aloud.

"Three apples," Granny affirmed. "I wonder what it means..."

But Applejack didn't need to wonder. She knew immediately in her heart what it meant: not three apples, but Three Apples. Her family. The only family she would ever need.

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