Unborn

Applejack woke up only a few hours after she'd gone to bed. She was sore, but at least she was warm. She'd had this horrible nightmare that she'd sucked Apple Bloom into her stomach, and she'd have to have sex with Big Macintosh to keep her alive. She wondered what had made her have that dream as her eyes opened.

Yep. Normal room, normal bed, nice and dark, meaning the sun wasn't up yet. With a heavy sigh, she pushed the covers away and sat up. It was harder than she thought it should be. She blamed that on her sore joints, meaning she'd been working too hard.

As she slid off the bed, though, she felt a tug on her tail, like it was stuck. She turned around and lifted the blanket to find out what had her. Her eyes went wide as she saw it pinned under Big Mac's hip. He was in her bed. She looked down at her belly. It wasn't a dream.

"Big Mac!" she shout-whispered, shaking his shoulder. "Wake up, Mac! We're in deep shit!"

He stirred after a few seconds. "AJ?"

"Listen up, Big Mac! There's a big problem!" As he sat up, she gestured to her stomach. "It wasn't a dream! It was all real!"

Neither of them was groggy anymore. They were fully awake, alert, and panicking. Big Mac looked around, trying to figure something out. Finally, he sighed. "Eeyup."

"What's that s'posed ta mean? Eeyup. What, you just figure somethin' out?"

"Nope."

"Speak in full sentences, damn it!"

Big Mac pulled back the covers and revealed his dick. He looked at her expectantly.

Applejack sighed. "Okay. Alright. Discord was tellin' the truth. It tasted like Applesauce, but different. I think it really is enriched with vitamins and minerals and stuff. It don't taste like cum, nor does it have the mouthfeel. Besides, if Discord is lyin' to us, Twilight'll shred 'im."

Big Mac nodded and leaned back, grabbing his cock and stroking it.

Applejack stood up and moved to the other side of the room. "Don't think Ah'm gonna climb up on top a' you. Ah'm too heavy right now."

"Eeyup," huffed Big Mac, hardening as he climbed out of bed. He moved around to the side that would be more convenient for Applejack and kept himself going as she looked out the window.

"Too heavy and too fat. What am Ah even capable of doin' today?" She turned back to her brother, a sullen look on her face. "Ah really hate to do this, but Ah need you ta handle all a' my chores. I wish there was somethin' Ah could do, and Ah'll try ta come up with somethin' over the course a' the day, bu--"

Big Mac held up his hoof to silence her. "Eeyup."

"Ah swear, Ah'll find some way ta make it up to ya." She positioned herself over the bed and spread her legs. "Now remember, ya need ta finish inside, and press hard when ya do. Ah'm sure that she's smart enough to figure it out."

Big Mac positioned himself and pushed in slowly. He kept his eyes closed, afraid that seeing his sister would make it hard to stay erect. Instead, as he went, he covered her mouth whenever she tried to speak, and imagined that he was with Fluttershy. So sweet and kind, and always looking out for his best interests. Of course he didn't mind plowing her fields, sowing his seeds in it for her. She was nice to him, and now he would be nice to her.

He grunted as he came, shoving his cock as far forward as it would go. He could feel his urethra push right through the cervix, where he held it. Then, he felt a sensation he was not expecting. He could heel a little protrusion rubbing against his urethra, like a little tongue lapping away at what was coming out.

"She's eating," he said, lowering his head down to Applejack.

"She figured it out," smiled Applejack. "Slow startin', but we're feedin' her. She's gonna be okay."

"Eeyup."

After a few minutes, Apple Bloom stopped eating, and Big Mac retracted. Not a drop spilled out, as the filly had sucked him dry. There was a bit of stickiness from Applejack's interior, but it was easily mopped up.

"Here comes the hard part," breathed Applejack, wiping herself dry. When Big Mac raised an eyebrow, she clarified, "Tellin' Granny Smith."

Big Mac swallowed and shook his head. "Nope."

"Come on, Mac. She lives here, too, and we don't know how long this is gonna be. She's gonna ask. We have ta tell 'er."

Big Mac whistled and walked out the door, pretending not to know anything about it.

"Fat load a' good you were," scowled Applejack. Taking a few deep breaths to calm herself, she left the room. There was no avoiding it, so it was better to rip the bandage off quickly. She went straight to Granny's room and pushed the door open. She was still asleep at this hour, so perhaps it would be easier to tell her now, before she could react.

"Granny?"

No response.

"We made a big mistake yesterday. Now Ah have a big belly, and Apple Bloom's gone."

She snored loudly.

"Ah truly am sorry, but we're doin' all we can to fix it. Ya just have to trust us."

After standing there for another minute, Applejack nodded and left, heading downstairs, where Big Mac was wearing his lace apron and flipping pancakes.

"Well?"

Applejack nodded. "Ah told her. Not everything, mind you, just the broad facts. She's heard it all."

Big Mac flipped a cake. "And?"

"She didn't say anything."

"Nothin'?"

"She snored."

Big Mac nodded as he closed his eyes. He couldn't tell her last night, and now Applejack was trying to avoid it by talking to her while she was asleep. It was almost as bad as lying to her. Something had to happen. Something had to change. "Eeyup."

Applejack sat down. "Ah'm not leavin' this chair until she knows. At least the basics. Ah'll leave your name out of it, but Ah need ya ta do somethin' for me."

Big Mac turned to look at her as he delivered a short stack of flapjacks.

"Before ya start working, can ya call Fluttershy over?"