Ride Below the Crupper

Stretching her arms and smacking her lips, awakening from her restful, post-coitus nap, Bloom rolled to her side - well she attempted to roll to her side. As she turned atop the mattress, fully intent to drape one arm over the broad chest of her brother-made-lover, something pressed against her belly. As she wearily peered down at herself, her eyes went wide.

Her once flat, somewhat toned abdomen was gone, ballooned to obscene proportions. Shaking her head in disbelief, telling herself that she had to be dreaming, she lifted her hands and caressed her expansive stomach. Her warm flesh and soft coat graced her palms, feeling very much as they always had - that was until something within her shifted.

Flinging off the covers, disregarding the slumbering giant beside herself, she stared in disbelief at her gravid form. Her massive, udder-like tits rested on her taut, rounded belly, weakly dribbling milk over herself and onto the bed sheets, as her mind grappled with what she was seeing. She accepted the all too real possibility that she may have been pregnant, but there was no way in Equestria she’d woken up from a nap looking the way she did ~ was there?

“Uh -” she grunted, blindly shoving her sibling, “B…Big Mac?” As the sensation of something within her shifting returned, she redoubled her efforts. “Gosh darn it - Mac, wake up!”

Mac’s eyelids fluttered open, yet he rolled away from his needy, exceedingly lecherous little sister. Having washed her and tucked her into his bed, after his somewhat sadistic punishment for skipping classes again, he’d managed to finish the repair work to her room. As far as he was concerned, regardless of how amorous his sibling had become, he’d earned a few hour’s rest - unfortunately for him, she was either unconcerned or uncaring about how tired he was.

“Mac!” she blared, grabbing and pulling at his mane, “we got a big, BIG problem!”

Scowling as his head was pulled towards her, he opened his mouth to scold her, noticed the concerned look on her face, then followed her gaze down her body. As his eyes settled on her stomach, his jaw went slack. He’d pumped her full of foal-batter earlier that day, leaving her with a slightly cum-bloated gut, but this was something altogether different. If he hadn’t known better, having lived with Babs throughout the entirety of her pregnancy, he could have sworn his baby sister had skipped several months of gestation in mere hours.

Shaking his head, doing what he could to dislodge such an inconceivable thought, he reached down and rested a hand on her stomach. The moment his fingers touched her skin, he felt a kick. As quickly as he’d touched her, he withdrew his hand, bolted upright, threw himself forward, and pressed his ear to her abdomen. Sure enough, as he pressed his ear to her belly, he felt yet more movement inside her.

“We ain’t dreamin’, are we?” she blurted, bringing his attention to her face.

He’d seen and experienced things beyond imagination, from fighting the nightmarish thought-form of an alicorn Princess to seeing a relationship blossom between a literal god of chaos and the most demure mare he’d ever met - even still, the bizarre situation he found himself ranked among the strangest. As he held up a finger, balancing himself on one arm, he furrowed his brow, gently placed his face to her stomach, and listened.

As unimaginable as it was, he heard a heartbeat - no, two heartbeats. Slowly straightening up, he crawled off the bed, got to his feet, and strolled into the closet. Be darned if he knew what was going on, but they needed to get some answers fast. Retrieving one of Bab’s maternity sundresses, he stomped back into his room, flung the garment to his sister, and made for his dresser. Visiting the school and Ms. Cheerilee could wait, now that they had a much, much bigger problem to deal with.

Bloom unsteadily got to her aching feet, as she groaned under what felt like an additional fifty pounds of weight. “T…this is a dream, right?”

The stud shook his head, pulling a pair of jeans up his sculpted legs. “Nnnope…”

Following his example, lifting her arms up and into the simple dress she’d tossed him, she wriggled into the article. “You think Zecora might know something about -”

“Eeeeyup…” he grumbled, cutting her off while he stepped into his shoes.

“Ah mean, yeah, that does make a little sense,” she sighed, looking around for some footwear to borrow. “She said something about a bigger problem if you return mah affection or something, but…” she trailed off, seeing his head whip towards her. “What? How was Ah supposed to know what that was supposed to mean? It ain’t like she’d ever been all that easy to understand!”

Breaking eye contact with the clearly frustrated colossus, she looked to the door and noticed a pair of her cousin’s sandals. Considering everything she’d done to Bab’s stud, simply borrowing some footwear was the least of her concerns. Shuffling over and completing her ensemble, utterly bereft of any sort of undergarment, she gave herself a quick once-over in the vanity.

If she hadn’t looked pregnant before, with her heaving rack, foal-bearing hips, soft curves, and generous backside, she definitely looked like a MILF in the making now. It may have been her imagination, but her chest seemed to be slightly larger and even more productive than it had been, with wet patches of fabric over her teats. Indignantly scrunching her snout, determined not to wrestle with a bra or the accursed pads to cover her nipples, she peeked over at Mac.

“Maybe we should take the long way to Zecora’s place,” she softly suggested, causing him to quirk a brow at her. “Ah mean, unless you want to explain this,” she hastily added, caressing her belly, “it might be a good idea to avoid folks seein’ us.”

Raising a finger to argue with her, Mac faltered. Though he hated to admit it, she’d made a darn good point. Seeing as how nearly everybody in Ponyville knew him and his little sister, the sight of her looking almost comedically pregnant would raise a whole heap of questions that he was not ready to deal with. Slowly nodding, acquiescing to her request, he trotted to the door and motioned for her to follow.

Mindlessly making his way through his home and to the stairwell, his thoughts raced. Any chances of slipping under Bab’s, AJ’s, or Granny Smith’s radar was long gone, with Bloom’s condition being painfully obvious. Defeatedly stomping down the stairs and into the barn, resigning himself to get chastised and/or beaten half to death when the rest of his family returned, a stifled whimper caught his ear.

“Ah - consarn it,” Bloom quietly cursed, carefully easing herself down the stairs behind him.

Her awkward gate and her pinched expression brought with them an immeasurable worry, washing away his self-concerns in the blink of an eye. Marching back up to her, bringing her to a halt, he stooped forward, swept her from her feet, and cradled her to his chest. There was no way in Tartarus he was doing to make her walk all the way to the Everfree forest in her current condition, whether she was carrying a pair of his foals or not.

“Mac,” she bleated, twisting in his grasp, “Ah ain’t a baby, Ah can -”

Reaching the foot of the stairs, making for one of their empty apple carts, he leaned in and silenced her with a kiss. Even in her current condition, there was no denying that his youngest sibling was a tried and true member of the Apple family. Like her sister, mother, and grandmother, Bloom could and often was hardheaded to a fault - a trait that was simultaneously endearing and frustrating as heck. Glancing upward, as he kept his lips against hers, he approached the wagon and slowed.

Shifting her attention from his face to the cart, Bloom hung her head. “You ain’t gonna give me a choice, are ya?”

Swinging open the wagon’s back gate, he gingerly loaded her into the wooden bed. “Nope.”

Unsure of what to say, if there was anything appropriate to say at all, she watched him walk around to the front of the vehicle, lift the push bar, and start hauling the contraption out the open barn doors. She’d never really given much thought about getting pregnant, up until Babs had moved in and given birth to Little Mac, so the wildly unforeseen development was a lot to digest - still, it wasn’t like she was unhappy about what had happened. She truly did love Big Mac with all her heart, and he was the perfect stallion in her eyes, but she hadn’t expected to have a child with him.

As they trundled down a dusty road, taking the scenic route around Ponyville and to the Everfree forest, her mind wandered. There was a very real chance that Applejack would be disappointed with her, Babs would probably be angry, and Granny Smith would more than likely fuss her out for a few hours straight, but she wasn’t worried about them. Lifting her head and shifting in place, looking to her brother’s strong shoulders, she slowly exhaled.

Mac was and always had been a pillar of the family, serving as both a financial and emotional pillar for the household. Now with two more mouths to feed on the homestead, with the inclusion of Babs and Little Mac, she wasn’t sure how much more stress he’d be able to endure. Burying her face in her hands, her mood darkened.

“Mac,” she called out, causing him to slow and look back at her, “I’m sorry.”

Having known her for his entire life, Mac instantly recognized the sincerity in her voice. Continuing to move the cart up a hill, he turned his attention back to the road - not because he wasn’t interested in what she had to say, but because he couldn’t afford to take a tumble and risk harming his precious cargo. As he plodded onward, glancing over at the setting sun, he heard something that made his blood run cold - he heard her sniffle.

“Ah…Ah never meant for all this to happen,” lamented, her voice cracking ever so slightly. “Ah really do love ya - shucks, I love ya more than anyone, but Ah never meant to put you through all this trouble…”

Pumping his legs and bringing the cart to the crest of the hill, he hastily scanned his surroundings, made sure they were on a level patch of earth, and lowered the push bar. He’d never been the best with words, but he was lucky enough to know how to handle most situations. Wheeling around and trotting over to his little sister, seeing her misty eyes glued to the horizon, he hooked a finger under her chin and turned her to face him.

Drawing her closer, he leaned over the edge of the wagon and kissed her; not the fiery sort of kiss he was prone to in the throes of passion, but a tender, caring, heartfelt kiss of sympathy and understanding. Saying anything seemed arbitrary, almost trivial, compared to showing her how he felt. Addressing her concerns with his warm lips and heated breath, cradling the back of her head in his hand, he sweetly pressed his tongue into her muzzle.

He genuinely wasn’t too worried about the future for them. The family had, could, and always would find a way to make ends meet, even if it meant calling in some help from their multitude of cousins, aunts, and uncles. The more members their clan had, the stronger they became - the stronger they became, the more powerful their ties grew. His baby sister meant the world to him, and there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do to ensure her happiness and well-being.

As much as it pained him to admit it, Bloom held a larger part of his heart than Babs. He adored his cousin in every way, but his sister had something she didn’t - time. He’d been there for his youngest sibling since she came into the world, they were inseparable, and he couldn’t bring himself to ever hurt her. If having a foal with her would deepen their bond, elevating their relationship to a higher plain, then he’d put his shoulder into the wind, dig his feet in, and do whatever he had to to make it work.

Seconds stretched into a small eternity, before he withdrew and stared into her eyes. Even if Zecora couldn’t explain what was going on, he’d be sure to take care of her and be the best father that Equestria had to offer. Giving her one final peck on her nose, he softly tousled her hair and trotted back to the head of the cart. The sun was setting, the air was getting cool, and they had a not-so-little mystery to solve.

The remainder of their trip was done in relative silence, with the pair quietly contemplating the odd direction their life had taken and where things would go moving forward. Still determined to finish her schooling and get her degree, despite the possible setback of her graduation, Bloom hoped to get work on the farm or potentially in Ponyville, if only to stay close to her family. Mac figured he’d handle the situation like every other step of his life, one ponderous step at a time; he would continue to cherish his sister and their offspring, regardless of how difficult the burden may inevitably be.

By the time they had reached Zecora’s home, having pressed into the dense woodland outside of town, the cool hues of evening were upon them. Laboriously easing herself out of the cart, with the aid of her big brother, Bloom approached the potion maker’s house. Aside from being the more talkative of the two, she was at least partially responsible for the dilemma they’d found themselves in.

“Zecora?” she called, knocking loudly on the doorway. “Are ya home? Ah - we got an issue here…”

The sound of movement from inside was followed by the door swinging open. “Applebloom, what have…” the zebra fell silent, as her eyes settled on the girl’s mountainous chest and huge belly.

Applebloom smiled sheepishly up at the sage woman, trying and failing to cover the milk-soaked patches over her breasts. “Ah don’t know what was in that potion, but it sure as heck looks like-”

“I see your love is beyond measure, for her to bear such a bountiful treasure,” Zecora smugly intoned, smirking up at the stallion.

“Uh -” Mac uneasily began, a blush creeping into his cheeks, “E…eyup?”

“Please come in and have a seat, and feel no need to be discreet,” she added, stepping aside and waving for the duo to enter.

Doing as asked, the pair of Apples saw themselves in and moved to the living room. As they eased themselves onto the sofa, seated on the opposite ends, their host locked the door and followed along behind them. Even though the alchemist had known what the siblings had been up to, presenting themselves in such an unseemly fashion did little to make either of the Apples terribly comfortable.

“What issue is of which you speak,” she began, smirking between them, “for you’re both acting rather meek.”

“Come on,” Bloom huffed, softly patting her belly, “ya can’t tell me this is normal - Ah mean, for Pete’s sake, Ah look like Ah’m fixin’ ta pop!”

“Apple Bloom, don’t be so silly, you are far from a daft filly,” the zebra snickered, unseating herself. “You have both spent time in someone’s bed, which is how you wound up so thoroughly bred.”

Askance, the girl’s looked up to the woman in confusion. “Ah know where foals come from, and we might have fooled around a few times, but that don’t explain how in the hay I ended up this big!”

As the potion maker glanced in Mac’s direction, he looked away. “Eyup,” he reluctantly admitted.

“If your affection, he does return, you may just have a bigger concern,” Zecora stated, repeating the cautionary words she’d spoken earlier that week. “Your love bore fruit both strong and true, just what did you expect it to do?”

Lifting a finger to protest, Bloom found herself unable to answer. Ever since she’d first bedded Mac, she’d fantasized about what it would be like to raise a family with him, to carry and raise their children, so she couldn’t bring herself to lie and say otherwise. Hanging her head, inadvertently squeezing her tits and causing milk to seep through her dress, she groaned.

Smoothly walking over and patting the young mare’s shoulder, the zebra leaned in and lowered her voice. “If you wish to change your fate, it may yet not be too late…”

The alchemist’s words struck Bloom like a gong. She hadn’t even considered undoing what was happening to her - if anything, she simply wanted an explanation. Though she highly doubted it, there was a slim chance that she wasn’t actually pregnant, that her whole condition was some sort of strange byproduct of the potion - as such, she needed to be sure. Straightening up and placing her hands on her tummy, she peered up at the zebra.

“Ah just have one question ~” she whispered. “when will he or she be due?”

Squatting down, Zecora rested her hands and one ear against the girl’s stomach. The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, as the zebra listened and closed her eyes. While she wasn’t exactly a traditional sort of doctor, her expertise, live experience, and the host of conditions she treated left her with the skill and expertise to access any number of medical conditions.

Eventually getting to her feet, the potion maker smiled broadly. “Since your progress is somewhat unique, I’d say you may have a week.”

“A week?!?” Bloom blared, launching to her feet. “But Ah’ve got school - not to mention Applejack, Babs, and Granny won’t be back for another two weeks!”

The news caught her totally off guard. It would be one thing for her family to return and find out she was knocked up, but Granny might just keel over to learn she’d had a foal! Clutching her face and shaking her head, she groaned into her hands.

“AJ is gonna kill me,” she whined.

Pushing himself up, Mac stood to his full height, stepped over, and wrapped his arms around his sibling. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected to hear, but learning they’d be getting a new member of the family so soon definitely took him by surprise. Attempting to console his finger, ensuring she couldn’t see his face, he stealthily lifted a hand and raised two fingers to his host. He’d been almost positive that he’d heard a pair of hearts beating in his sister, but the whirlwind of events made him unsure.

Nodding up at him, Zecora shifted her focus to the shaken mare. “Fate may be cruel, but do not fret, I have more news to share with you yet. A colt and filly, you have conceived, for your brother’s love has been fully achieved.”

“Twins?” Bloom breathed in disbelief.

Her fear and stress evaporated outright, hearing that she was going to have a pair of siblings of her own. As far as she knew, she’d never spoken to anyone about wanting to have a colt and a filly, a perfect pair to grow up and look after one another, so the revelation caused her heart to swell. Shifting in her brother’s arms, grinding her face against his pecs, she practically vibrated with giddy energy.

“Mac, you heard her, we’re gonna have twins!” she shouted, nearly toppling him over. “Now Little Mac can have a little brother and sister to play with!”

Though he didn’t understand how Zecora had come to such a conclusion, or exactly how his baby sister had switched from a ball of anxiety to overjoyed, he was both happy and relieved by the turn of events - unfortunately, her elation had an unforeseen consequence. Between the exceptionally crazy day, the emotional roller coaster, finding out he was going to be a father again, and the pair of succulent breasts squishing and leaking against his abdomen, his stallionhood swelled to life.

“Mac,” she bleated, hopping up and down, “Ah can’t wait to…” she went quiet, rearing back and peeking down at his crotch.

Attempting to politely push her away, bashfully grinning all the while, she grabbed his wrists. It was neither the time nor the place for him to pop a boner, but it was too late for that. Over the span of a week, her affection had shifted from endearing and heartfelt to tinged with lust, activating his apples like few things ever had. Hoping for nothing more than to beat a hasty retreat, lest they embarrass themselves further in front of their host, a chuckle caught his ear.

“There is no shame in your desires - in fact, it may yield fruit that I require,” Zecora giggled. Spinning around and trotting over to her work table, she retrieved a trio of empty flasks and a funnel. “It may be rude to make a request, but might I ask you to get undressed?”

Releasing her brother, Bloom ignored her then very damp dress and cast an inquisitive eye over at the zebra. “What for?”

“A mother’s milk and father’s seed are two components that I need. It may sound odd, but it is true; since you’re here, I could make use of you two,” she explained, strutting over to her bed.

Mac wasn’t exactly the literature type, having about as much familiarity with poetry as he had with rocket science, yet he had a pretty good notion of what the mare wanted. The mention of seed and milk was enough to let him know that their host wanted a donation from the pair of them, something he definitely hadn’t expected. Wondering how best to address the issue, rubbing his chin in thought, he failed to notice what his sister was doing until it was too late.

“What’re ya waitin’ for?” she called, shaking him from his thoughts. “Come on, we gotta help her out.”

Seeing her dress flutter to the floor, he looked up and watched her bare, softly swaying ass bouncing to the zebra’s bed. Be it from bad luck, poor timing, his growing fondness for Bloom’s blooming motherhood, or some combination of the three, his cock roared to life. Struggling against the denim of his jeans, threatening to tear free like a wild beast, his stallionhood didn’t seem to have any reservations about putting on an exhibitionistic show.

“For what it’s worth, I’ve seen a lot,” Zecora noted, eyeing the substantial bulge at his groin, “though I’ll admit this will be hot.”

Her remark sent his reservations flying out the window. Shaking his head and snickering to himself, he pulled his shirt up and off himself. Buck it - if Zecora wanted to see him getting frisky with his sister, she could have a front row seat. Maybe he was too exhausted to care, or maybe he’d steadily been losing his marbles - either way, he unbuttoned his pants, freed his raging tool, and pulled his jeans down his legs.

Practically throwing herself onto the pelt-covered mattress, Bloom positioned herself on all fours and angled her behind to her approaching brother. “Big Maaaaaaac,” she cooed, reaching back and spreading her pillowy buns, “come and give Mama some lovin’.”

“Here,” Zecora murmured, drawing the young mare’s attention away from her sibling. Placing a pair of wooden blocks beside her, she brought the funnel closer. “While he takes you from the rear, I’ll milk your mammoth tits, my dear.”

“Um - sure, go ahead,” Bloom blithely remarked, hastily moving the little supports and lifting her torso from the mattress.

Even with the blocks, her breasts only cleared the bedsheets by less than a foot. As she held herself up, ignoring the potion maker at her side, she arched her back and flagged her tail. Considering Zecora had been instrumental with her impending motherhood, and was supportive of her incestuous relationship, she was more than comfortable with letting the zebra ease the strain on her massive mammaries. As the woman’s fingers wrapped around her leaking nipples, coaxing the milk from her teats, she softly whimpered.

Watching Zecora tenderly milking his little sister, Mac grasped Bloom’s hips, stepped forward, and sank his stallionhood into her awaiting snatch. Her warm, welcoming depths embraced him, seemingly drawing him in, as he contentedly sighed. Though they’d only first started having sex less than a week ago, he could swear her interior had become more accommodating of his gargantuan size.

Holding her steady, while he fell into a steady rhythm, he lowered his head and watched his length slip in and out of her clinging marehood. The sight of her meaty lower lips being pulled out with his backstrokes and crammed in with each thrust were captivating, though not as hypnotic as the sight of her ass wobbling from the impact of his hips. Noticing the zebra shift slightly, attempting to more easily drain his sibling’s obscene tits, an idea occurred.

Leaning over her, he released her waist, slipped his hands under her arms, and straightened up. As he pulled her into a kneeling position, continuing to lazily pound her from behind, his thoughts wandered. If they had less than a week before the newest members of their family joined them, he’d need to make the most of her perilously short pregnancy while he could. Guiding her hands to back and to his hips, ensuring she could help steady herself, he reached around her torso.

“Oh Celestia,” Bloom gasped, while Zecora and Mac played with her breasts.

Her chest had, like the rest of her, become hyper-sensitive since she’d imbibed the potion from the day before, but she wasn’t about to complain. While it would take some time to get used to her body, she couldn’t be happier with herself. As odd as it sounded, after the shock of waking up to her pregnancy had faded a degree, she realized that she’d finally found her place - like her true purpose for the world had finally revealed itself.

Bucking back against him, she rolled her head back and peered up at his handsome face. What little fear she had about having a pair of foals bled away, as he smiled down at her. Somehow, so long as he was there to support her, she knew everything was going to be alright. Lost to the moment, staring into his emerald eyes, a sudden surge of pleasure shot through her.

Softly chuckling to herself, Zecora nonchalantly stroked her clit. It was hard enough not to cum her brains out with her brother by himself, so having a mischievous and apparently lecherous zebra thrown into the mix tested her endurance. Gnawing her lip, she sank her fingers into his hip and mutely urged him to increase his pace.

More than happy to oblige his baby sister, Mac slowly ratcheted up the speed and force of his plunges. She really was a feast for the senses; her looks were unparalleled, she smelled heavenly, her voice was that of an angel, and her taste was like the sweetest ambrosia - still, as unbelievable as it was, her impending motherhood had elevated her charm several times over. Squeezing her breast, causing milk to squirt into the wide-mouthed funnel, he craned his neck and kissed her.

He hadn’t thought the show of affection would be all that impactful, but he’d underestimated himself. As his tongue pressed past her lips, her entire body tensed. Hot, climactic juices squelched out of her cunt, bathing his upper thighs with her sticky goodness, while she came on the spot. His passion soared, finally comprehending that she didn’t merely attracted him for his body or his looks - no, his love for her got her off more than anything.

Harder and harder, faster and faster, his body moved like a vast, unstoppable machine. He hadn’t intended to slip into a rut lust, yet the revelation that their emotional attachment meant as much as it did was too much to bear. Before he knew it, the world around him had disappeared - replaced by Bloom and Bloom alone.

As much or more so than Babs, his sister sat as the pinnacle of femininity and, of that day, maternal beauty. If ever two ponies were made for one another, surely it was them. Losing himself to her, forgetting where he was, he inched closer and closer to his limit. The only thing in the world that mattered to him was family, and his baby sister would soon bring him a pair of wondrous new additions to the Apple homestead.

Uncaring of Zecora’s presence, listening to the sinfully sweet groans and whimpers of his mate, he crossed a threshold. His heavy balls pulled up to his groin, his length pulsed in tune with his thundering heart, and the head of his stallionhood flared and locked against her occupied womb, as he teetered on the brink. Though he tried to hold himself back, his death knell came from an unlikely source.

Knowing he was close, Bloom lifted a hand to his cheek, broke their kiss, and breathed hotly on his nose. “Ah love you, Big Mac.”

With those five simple words, he was undone. Draping his head on her shoulder, gritting his teeth and grunting with his final thrusts, he bathed her interior with his thick, virile essence. She came a split second later, holding him tight and nearly toppling forward, yet she somehow remained in place. Supporting one another, like they’d done for their entire lives, they rode out their tandem climax hand in hand.

Covered in sweat, steaming the air around them, they panted and fought to regain composure. As the overwhelming rapture of their release faded, usurped by the blissful, joyous afterglow, a silly smile graced their muzzles - that was until a throaty, lustful hum caused them to turn. Peering over at the zebra, seeing her hand beneath her grass skirt, they only then remembered that they weren’t alone.

“Most impressive, that much is true,” she mused, continuing to shamelessly play with herself, “now I just need your stallion brew.”

Holding up the empty flask, she grinned from ear to ear. She’d gotten enough fresh breast milk to make several batches of potion, yet there was one other component she’d asked for - one which would be most easily gathered while fresh. The siblings looked to one another and nodded, before they reluctantly started to move.

As Mac pulled out, with Zecora bringing the container to her nethers, Bloom spread her legs and clenched her pelvic muscles. No sooner had her brother’s semi-rigid shaft slipped from her confines than a deluge of creamy spunk rushed from her depths - thankfully, the zebra was ready. Thrusting the bottle into position, she collected most of the spunk - that said, her hand, wrist, and a sizable portion of the bed got drenched in the stuff.

Zecora grinned, pleased with the substantial donation she’d received, before she turned her attention back to her guests. “By all means, feel free to shower, there’s soap to wash and clothes to scour” she hummed, shuffling from the bed and getting to her feet. “But,” she added with a licentious glint in her eye, “if wish for something more erotic,” she purred, lifting her leg to reveal her nearly black, plump marehood, “a zebra mare is quite exotic…”

“Ah…Ah’ll definitely keep that in mind,” Bloom uneasily stated, unsure of how to take the offer. “C’mon, Mac.”

Nodding down at her, Mac led the way to the bathroom. “Eeeeyup.”

It wasn’t until they were in the restroom, having closed the door behind themselves, that they said another word. The offer of having a third had taken both by surprise, with neither being willing to act on it so suddenly. As Bloom waved her brother closer, she lowered her voice.

“Ah wouldn’t be mad if ya wanna give her a roll,” she whispered, taking his wrist, “because Ah know you’d still come back to me.”

WIth his hand guided to her belly, feeling the twins jostling ever so slightly, his semi-rigid stallionhood twitched. “Uh - Eeeyup!”

“I reckon we ought to start making plans for when AJ, Babs, and Granny get back,” she quietly groused, her shoulders slumping, “if’n we only got a week, we better - Mmmph?!”

Deeply kissing her, he pulled her to himself. There would be plenty of time to talk about possibly entertaining Zecora’s brazen request later - for the time being, he wished for nothing more than to savor his little sister’s company. With a trip back to the farm ahead of them, and likely a long, long night of planning how best to inform the family about the impending twins, they were in for a busy evening, yet that was of little consequence. They had each other, and that was all they truly needed…