Unborn

Applejack rolled onto her side. It was uncomfortable enough having Apple Bloom inside of her, but that was the least of her worries right now. She'd asked Big Mac to come up with a reason why both she and Apple Bloom had been absent from dinner because she couldn't face Granny Smith. She didn't know what he'd come up with, but the thought of asking him to lie for her had made her feel so sick that she couldn't even touch her food.

What was she going to do? She couldn't keep hiding forever. She couldn't keep lying. A lie was a black hole, burrowing deeper and deeper, growing blacker and blacker, swallowing everypony who happened to stumble into it. When all were consumed by it; friends, loved ones, family and all, it would turn into a great, black beast, turn on its creator, and she would be consumed, as well.

But what was her alternative? She knew that the truth was difficult to say at times, but what her friends would think of her past actions was only half the battle. They cared for Apple Bloom, too. Would they work together to come up with their own solution, or would they tell her to just do what Discord said? After all, he was offering a solution that didn't seem to have a catch, mechanically speaking. Perhaps she was being selfish.

She rolled onto her back again. What would Rarity do in this situation? Granted, Rarity didn't have a brother, so she would probably be allowed to pick her stallion.

Applejack sat up. Why wasn't she able to pick her stallion? Why did Discord have to pick Big Mac, of all ponies? Wouldn't any stallion do?

She sighed. She knew the answer. It was because she'd insisted that nopony else would find out. If she hadn't locked him into that promise, he would have been allowed to bring in another stallion, and she could have him feed Apple Bloom. She'd made her bed, and now she had to lie in it.

Or rather, she climbed out of bed. She walked over to the door and opened it, with a plan to go down the hall and talk to Big Mac. Fortunately, that plan would be cut short, as he was standing outside her door, his hoof poised to knock. She stepped back and invited him to sit, closing the door behind him.

"Couldn't sleep, could ya?"

He shook his head. "Nope."

"Yeah, me neither." She sat down next to him. He reached over and placed his hoof gently against her swollen belly. Apple Bloom was kicking. "How's Granny takin' all this?"

Big Mac shook his head.

"Ya didn't tell 'er, did ya?"

"Nope."

Applejack sighed. "We have to tell her eventually. We can't just hide me away forever. You know how much her family means to 'er."

"Eeyup."

There was silence for a minute as they sat in the moonlight, both thinking the same thing. "Apple Bloom can't survive in there without food," huffed Applejack. She rolled back and spread her legs. "Even Twilight says so. Ah'm not inclined to believe everything Discord says, but Twilight is for sure trustworthy."

Big Mac placed his hoof on Applejack's leg and looked her in the eye. "AJ..."

"Ah know, Ah know," sighed Applejack. "Ah'll double-check tomorrow with Fluttershy, just to be absolutely certain, but if he's tellin' the truth, we're only hurting Apple Bloom. Come on, Mac, she needs us."

"AJ..."

"If the roles were reversed, she'd do the same for you. Come on."

Big Mac took a deep breath and closed one of her legs; the one that was closer to him.

She sat up. "Mac. Ah know it's taboo. Ah know it's wrong. What would Granny say if she saw it? The same thing goes right through my thoughts. But Mac, you know Ah wouldn't ask if it wasn't important." She gripped his shoulder. "Look, Ah'll take full responsibility for anything that happens. If we do nothing, and she starves to death, it'll be our fault. But if there's a chance we could have kept her alive, Ah'd never forgive myself for not takin' it. If bad things happen as a result of this, fine. Ah'll take the hit."

The room fell silent for another minute, the only sound the quiet ticking of the clock. Was it really so wrong if it meant Apple Bloom might stay alive, and also shrink down enough to come out? Discord had offered them a solution to their problem. He nodded, not having much of a choice in the matter. "Eeyup."

"Actually," Applejack lowered down to the floor and positioned herself between his knees. "Ah'm gonna check it, first. If Discord did lie to us, and just changed the colour of your testicles, then the contents shouldn't taste vastly different from any other stallion, right?"

Big Mac nodded. "Eeyup."

"So Ah just have to taste your first load to find out if it'll actually do anything. Lower the risk, ya know?"

Big Mac nodded and opened his legs. He was semi-firm already. He was a stallion, after all, and he was about to be inside of a mare. His instincts didn't care if they were related. Still, he was a little uncomfortable with the idea. He reached over to the pillows and pulled the case off of one, draping it over his head as he lay back against the mattress.

"You gonna imagine Ah'm somepony else?" asked Applejack, licking his shaft from base to tip.

"Eeyup."

"That's a good idea, Big Mac. Ah need ya to be as comfortable as possible for this. If ya don't want to know it's me, we can invest in a better blindfold. In fact, Pinkie has this whole box of 'em, and Rarity can help me look like somepony else entirely. Ah mean, we can pretend that Ah'm--"

"AJ!"

Applejack stopped and let out a chuckle. "Ah suppose it breaks the illusion if Ah talk, don't it?"

"Eeyup."

Applejack took a deep breath and wrapped her lips around her brother's cock. She knew very well that she was breaking the illusion for him. In fact, she was trying to. If she was being honest with herself, which she was, she was afraid of doing this alone. She wanted him to have the same resolve as she had to have. If he was going to need to mount her multiple times a day, as Apple Bloom would need to keep being fed, then he had to know what he was doing. He had to come to terms with this eventually, and it was only after that he would have her back. Until then, she was on her own.