Author's Note

All right! So, I've written the chapters out to the main climax of the story. There are a few epilogues still to go, but as long as I don't publish one a day I should have them done in reasonable time. It's a good stopping point, better than where I left you last time.

And more to the point, it's resolved to the point that I'm confident I won't need to go back and change anything here.

Inception

Buttercup nudged Applejack. "Jackie? We kind of need to use this bed, even if it is yours. It was what we agreed on, right?"

Applejack took the pillow off her head and rolled over. "Momma, can I sleep with you tonight?"

Buttercup giggled, then laughed. "Just like a little filly again… yes, Jackie, I'd love to. I think Bright Mac would like it too."

Bright Mac popped his head in. "What would I like?"

"Jackie wants to snuggle."

"Aww, that's…" He frowned. "Ah was going to say adorable, but it's been ages since she's held us, for her. Okay, kiddo, I'll just hop on in. And… you know… if Bloom really is our daughter, it's time we made her feel like one."

Buttercup giggled again, revealing perhaps a bit much salt intake for the evening. "Yes, that sounds good."

So when Apple Bloom got out of the bathroom, she was invited in and eagerly accepted, and they all crammed in together on Applejack's bed, with Applejack on the window end next to her mom, and Apple Bloom on the other end next to her dad.

Apple Bloom's thoughts were furiously running around in the same circles - Don't feel up my dad. Hug like he's Big Mac or Applejack. Big Mac is just my brother now, not father too. Here's the real deal, and he's accepting me and that's all fine. Never mind that Applejack obviously did this to get out of what we were going to do together, because if I think that I'm going to end up molesting my dad and that would be bad.

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Applejack was bucking apples, and it seemed like she wasn't making any progress. The fields were endless. She looked back and saw that what she'd already bucked was endless, too. After a moment's thought, she realized that if she'd already bucked an endless supply of apples, that was good enough. But what else was she to do? She was tired and sore. Apple Bloom spotted her and led her to where Big Mac was mounted on Sugar Belle, next row over.

"Quite a sight, innit?"

Applejack took a moment to parse that, and couldn't quite muster a reply. She kept her eyes on Sugar Belle's enraptured face. Sugar Belle liked what she was doing. Sugar Belle spotted them and didn't know how to react. Apple Bloom waved happily, and Sugar Belle smiled back. Big Mac remained unaware.

Big Mac kept up their rhythm, and the whole earth swayed with it - they were now giant, vaulted over the trees. Curious, Apple Bloom walked under, eyes up towards the ceiling of their bodies. Applejack walked with her, confused.

"Sugar Belle, come have a look at this!"

Sugar Belle joined them down below, and looked up at the gargantuan herself and Big Mac's coupling. She nodded. That is what one expects that to look like, yes. Not like she hadn't seen it before.

"You ever been with a mare?"

Sugar Belle had. Our Town had been a commune, and they had experimented with housing - and with it, the loose expectation of sexual availability - being by rotation. That had been one of the reasons for the delay in getting married, when Big Mac suddenly had to deal with the idea that she'd been with twenty other ponies. And that even now she wasn't strictly against adding in another partner if he wanted. That had thrown him for a right loop, and had caused enough of a ruckus that it pushed back their wedding by a few years.

"What do you think of Applejack?"

Sugar Belle thought that Applejack was very good looking, but she hadn't really considered her in this light before. Applejack, for her part, feared what Granny Smith might say about her seeing a mare at all, let alone her sister-in-law.

It turned out that Granny Smith was there and she might say any of several things, but she wouldn't object to that, considering… Oh, when Cousin Crabby lived with them, the only reason they weren't tearing each others' throats out by day was nightly mutual orgasms. And after she left, cousin Goldie Delicious took her place, and then her little sister Apple Rose wanted in, and got her way. Cousin Pink Lady was a whore, but she would make it a square with the three of them from time to time, until she ran off with Grand Pear.

Buttercup, also present, asked, "So my mom was a whore?"

Only for a year or so, and not once she got hitched. Not that there'd be anythin wrong with making a career of it like aunt Cherry, so long as her husband didn't mind none. Anyway, while trying to raise Bright Mac…

Apple Bloom cut in, "So, where did he come from?"

Well he wasn't coming from fooling around with a mare, that's for sure. Granny Smith wasn't interested in stallions, so her strategy was to find one who was objectively good and get pregnant by him. So she went to the grand rodeo and fucked the highest ranking male. In the sixth year of that, the fourth place winner fell in love with her and to her great surprise she loved him back and so that was more or less the end of her time with mares until the Golden Horseshoe Gals trips. They'd brutally abused Applejack's obliviousness.

Apple Bloom noticed that Big Mac had arrived and taken up the synchronous actions with the large instance above. She asked him, "Hey, do you mind if Sugar Belle hooks up with Applejack?"

He wasn't quite aware enough to give a response. Granny Smith had had a similar arrangement with her brother Strudel in regards to his wife Collard Greens.

Then the dream disintegrated into individual participants as Luna arrived on the scene and broke it up. She started with Apple Bloom. "What are you doing?"

"Uh… hi, Luna. I guess I was dreaming?"

Luna stiffened. "Thou knowest this and thou knowest also that thy family's private matters are laid bare, and you persist. Even not being a dreamwalker, thou needs know this is wrong."

Apple Bloom nodded guiltily. "I have a reason I thought was more important, but I guess you're probably right. Also, I wasn't exactly lucid until way too late. Applejack's been hit with some magic thing that keeps her from thinking about sex at all, and it seems like it's been on her for a long time, and all the other elements too, until they were hit by this other magic thing that's been going around, and it hit me too. After trying some things, I thought this dream might be useful."

"Did it not occur to you to wonder how it occurred? Your 'magic thing' was attacking her 'magic thing' and dragging in the rest of your family. Except your father, who appears to be awake."

"I… like I said, not quite lucid."

Luna sighed, perplexed. No longer irate, her lapse into the old speech faded. "I see. Why tonight?"

"Well, it's the first night we knew she had her thing, and also the first night we're sleeping in the same bed."

"Then wake up and move to another."

"Yes, princess."

Apple Bloom woke and found herself snuggled up to Buttercup instead of Bright Mac, who wasn't in bed. She got up and headed back to her room, where she found her father lying, eyes open. He turned to see her. "Hey …" There was a gap where a pet name ought to have gone.

"… Blossom?", she suggested.

"Sounds good. Came back to your bed?"

Apple Bloom nodded. "I'm awake though. You don't seem like you're sleeping. Want to talk?"

He chuckled. "Sure." He rolled over and made room for her. "It's really weird having you suddenly here. I'm told you're my daughter but… you still just seem like a young mare to me."

Apple Bloom slipped in. "Well, you're my dad. I've missed you all my life, and now that you're here, I love you so much."

"So I just slotted in as dad?"

"I'm still working on it, but after this evening you're up to around 80% dad from around 50-50 dad and random hot stallion… er… forget I said that."

He chuckled. "I know what you mean. You're brand new to me so I… kind of feel about you the same way I felt when Buttercup got pregnant with Applejack, mixed with Jackie's birth and first words, only it's all shoved on top of each other and I feel cheated out of it all. The photo album really didn't feel like enough."

"It wasn't, but you'll be here to see me graduate and walk me down the aisle and all the rest. And hold me at night when I need it."

So he did.

Luna, meanwhile, had moved on to the other lucid member, Buttercup.

"Good night."

Buttercup jumped on top of a tree. "Yikes! You… you must be princess Luna? That was strange. Was it a nightmare?"

Luna nodded. "I am, Buttercup. Did you find the dream distressing?"

Buttercup frowned. "Well, embarrassing now that I think of it, watching my son and his wife… and hearing so much about my mother in law, and my mother. Whether or not it's so."

"I am not personally aware of the revelations you have had, and would prefer not to be unless you feel it is both your secret to share and important."

Buttercup shook her head.

"I am investigating the magic that made this occur and will make every reasonable effort to prevent it from recurring."

"Thank you, but it seems like the only real damage is going to be some embarrassment over the breakfast table, and that only if the others realize it was a shared dream."

"Most did not. Since you are all right, I will allow your dreams to resume their natural progression. I hope to have the opportunity to meet you in the flesh in a few weeks."

"Er… I have no objections, princess."

Luna nodded and released the dream. After checking the other dreams from the outside, she determined that they were best off without major disturbance, minimizing the risk that they would take the dream seriously. She introduced some additional elements to provide distraction, and left.

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Sugar Belle woke up early. That was a weird dream. Especially the part with the sorting machine. I've never seen one, but somehow watching myself get routed through the Equestrian postal system was… oddly satisfying. Though the way it had ended up, with my being delivered to Applejack's cunt, was a bit odd. Made sense as a callback to the earlier part of the dream where Apple Bloom and Granny Smith were trying to ship me with Applejack.

Big Mac groaned lightly and pulled her onto him, incidentally pushing the blanket aside. The chill will wake us up more in a minute. They kissed, then kissed some more. Sugar Belle humped the base of his morning-hardened shaft gently.

"When are we going to have proper sex again?", she asked.

"When we've sorted out… this business."

"Right. Well, that could be a while, couldn't it?"

"Granny said don't worry about it for two weeks from two days ago. So, twelve days?"

Sugar Belle sighed. "Well, it does give us an opportunity to branch out and try new things. Like this." She sat up and began rubbing her pussy against his shaft. It reminded her of when she'd scissored Night Glider that one time they rotated in together. That had been… good. Her body began undulating, waves moving up, away from Big Mac's shaft.

The door opened and Applejack walked in. Sugar Belle slowed; the blanket was nowhere near where it could be brought to cover them.

Applejack moved to the dresser and opened the drawer. Sugar Belle moved back a little on Big Mac. Applejack slurred out, "Huh. But. This isn't my room." She halted for a moment to collect her thoughts. Sugar Belle pushed forward again. "We changed plans agin, right. Didn't even notice I started in my room. Oh, hi, you're awake." As Sugar Belle pushed back again, Applejack gave them a smile and walked out. She didn't even close the door.

Sugar Belle looked down at Big Mac and giggled at his bulging eyes. She decided to see what would happen if she doubled down. "Honey, I think I have a new fetish." She resumed motion at regular speed.

"Guh… guh… getting walked in on?"

"And their treating it ordinary."

"Got lucky."

Apple Bloom's voice was audible a moment before she walked in. "Hey, you know where we're keeping Dad's second favorite hat?"

She waited for their answer, face schooled to neutrality. Sugar Belle, having paused, resumed moving. Apple Bloom successfully suppressed a smirk. Big Mac managed to grunt out, "Attic, over front window, box on top."

"Thanks!" She turned and left without a hint of acknowledgement.

Sugar Belle looked at her go. "I think she heard us."

Big Mac shuddered. "Eeeyup."

"And she's going along with it."

Big Mac lifted her off of him. "Next comes Ma, and that's a step too far."

She grinned. "And your sisters aren't?"

He didn't dignify that with a response. Rather, he didn't acknowledge that she had a point.