Unborn

Applejack woke up before Big Mac, still in his bed. She placed her hoof over her belly and felt Apple Bloom's body moving inside of her. She felt slightly more pliable, as if her bones were softening. She also felt a bit smaller. Not a lot smaller, but enough to notice, for sure. Could it be that Discord was actually telling the truth?

At any rate, his plan seemed to be working. Or at least, what he had said seemed to be going along well. If this continued, Apple Bloom could be out in a few weeks' time. Maybe even earlier.

Big Mac stirred in his sleep, pulling Applejack closer to him. She could feel that he was already semi-firm, having a good dream. She looked up at the clock and noted that the alarm would be going off in the next three minutes. He'd be up soon. Perhaps she could wake him more gently.

She slid out of his grip, not the easiest movement in the world, and dropped down to his waist. There between his legs sat his flaccid penis. It didn't smell very good, and was a little bit crusty, but that was to be expected. It hadn't been cleaned since yesterday, with her own tongue being the last cleaning instrument to touch it. Before that, he'd been sprayed down with the hose. As it was, he was wearing her slick and his own sweat.

Applejack swallowed hard and gave it a lick. Some ponies liked the taste of a well-used cock. Applejack didn't have to understand why, but she kind of felt it, herself. It wasn't about the grime left on it, but what it represented, at least in her case. He was trying hard to make her life that much easier, trying to save Apple Bloom and keep it all under wraps. What more could she ask of her big brother?

She took what she could into her mouth, running her tongue around the tip. Her lips would have been slowly slipping down his shaft, but as she was working more of it into her mouth, it grew longer and longer as it swelled up, until she had taken all that she could.

Now that he was all stretched out, the dried-on mess was not really a problem anymore. It was spread so thin, and Applejack had already sucked more than half of it off. She came back up, switching off his alarm clock mere seconds before it was supposed to ring out. She rolled him onto his back and slipped him into her snatch. Today was supposed to be his shower night, so he'd be clean when he came to bed tonight. For now, she would just have to deal with how he was now.

As she fully enveloped him, he let out a soft groan and opened his eyes. "AJ?"

She leaned down and kissed his nose. "Good mornin' Big Mac," she smiled. "It's time ta wake up. Did ya sleep well?"

He yawned and nodded.

"Glad ta hear it. Ah hope ya don't mind, but Ah took the liberty of turnin' off your alarm so we could enjoy a more relaxin' wake-up." She began grinding against him, riding his morning wood. She wasn't trying to hurry this along, as usual, but rather, trying to thank him for carrying her through this whole ordeal. "You like this, Big Mac?"

He looked away. Nopony else would have caught it, but Applejack knew the difference between the different shades of red her brother's face could be. He was blushing.

"Come on, Big Mac. You can say it. Buck's sake, you're already inside a' me. Ah just wanna know if Ah'm doin' right by you."

Big Mac took a deep breath and nodded. He tried to look her in the eye, but he had to settle with her shoulder, instead. It was about as close as he could do, as the situation was still a bit uncomfortable, even after a day and a half. Still, given a few good thrusts, he was able to slip into her cervix, something that he noted to cause her some small amount of discomfort, but Apple Bloom latched on right away.

He leaned back against the pillow and sighed, staring at the ceiling. He was definitely feeling ashamed of himself, and regretting having spanked a filly into his sister that he now had to feed his cock milk. The thought alone was something he'd never have come up with in his wildest dreams, but it was now his reality. A tear ran down his cheek.

"You okay there, Big Mac?" asked Applejack, leaning down and rubbing his chest. "You ain't tappin' out on me, are ya?"

Big Mac shook his head. He was still going to see this through to the end. He would stop at nothing to ensure that Apple Bloom made it back home safely. She couldn't stay in there forever. What worried him was what would happen after. Would he and AJ be having regular sex so often that they wouldn't be able to stop? She was certainly being affectionate today. Perhaps that was because she was trying to convince herself that this was okay, but if she truly believed it at the end, would she keep coming after him? What if their relationship stopped being brother and sister, and turned into being lovers? How would he deal with that?

"It'll be okay," assured Applejack. "Ah'm just as afraid of what's comin' after as you are. The world's gonna keep turnin', the sun will rise in the east and set in the west and we'll manage. We always do."

For the first time that morning, Big Mac looked his sister in the eye. Whether the future would see them continuing this trend was unknown, but now it was a necessity. To make it into the three worst parts of their day was stinkin' thinkin'. They'd found ways to make their chores more bearable working together in the past. With this new one added, who was to say that they couldn't do the same here?

With Apple Bloom fed, Applejack picked herself up off of Big Mac's slick, rapidly deflating member. "You work yourself up a big ol' appetite today, Big Mac," she said, smiling as she moved toward the door. "Ah'm gonna make your favourite tonight, and a lot of it."