Time Out

The pool of cum sloshing around inside Applejack's womb became smaller as Apple Bloom drank more of it. And yet Apple Bloom felt no closer to being full. It was a hunger she shared through her link to Applejack, sitting at the farmhouse kitchen table. Applejack's cooking ability was second only to Pinkie Pie. Big Mac did not share her talent to such a degree, but his skill was serviceable enough.

But there was one thing that he knew how to make exceptionally well... miniature deep-fried apple pies. It seemed like a crazy idea at first. But nopony could argue with the results. They were inexpensive, simple to make, and delicious! Anypony who ever had a deep-fried mini apple pie agreed that the baked versions just weren't as good as the deep-fried ones. They would happily pay double the price for a deep-fried one over a baked one. And any restaurant that ever made deep-fried miniature apple pies, and then just decided- out of the goddamn blue, to just stop deep-frying them and only offer the objectively-inferior baked versions would have to be mentally damaged to even think that was a good idea.

"But I digest," Applejack said, enjoying her plate of deep-fried apple heaven. Inside her womb, Apple Bloom listened to the washing-machine noises of the food and drink being digested next door in Applejack's stomach. Apple Bloom felt a tingling sensation in her own belly through the umbilical cord connection. "Now where was I?" Applejack asked.

Big Mac rinsed the breakfast dishes in the sink. "You was just done telling about our first time."

Applejack blushed and felt a shiver run up her body from the memory. "Heh, yeah." She rubbed her belly. "I suppose that's the story of how you were made, Sugarcube. But that's only the beginning. I thought getting that big ol dick of his inside me was the hardest thing I'd ever have to do." Even Big Mac chuckled. "But that wasn't even close."

"Stopped your heat," Mac said.

"That it did," Applejack said. "It worked a trick for sure. But then I started getting sick in the mornings. We might have done a foolish thing, but we weren't no fools. So I had Mac go to the town apothecary to get a pregnancy test."

"It was the only thing I ever stole," Big Mac said with deep shame. "But I couldn't be caught buying a test like that. It's a small town. Ponies talk."

"We didn't want Granny to find out," Applejack said. "It was silly thinking, I admit. It wasn't something I was going to be able to hide forever. She was going to find out eventually."

"And she did," Big Mac said.

"She made a few snide remarks on me getting pudgy," Applejack said. "And seeing me eating like a dumpster. But when she saw me being sick in the mornings, she figured out what was going on. She grabbed me right by the tail and gave me a big ol whiff. I didn't even know you could tell that way."

"I could tell," Big Mac said. "It tastes different too, when your carrying. Less sweet and tangy. More mild and... kinda bitter a little bit. But still good."

Applejack blushed. "Yeah. You've always been a fan."

"Eeyup."

"But Granny got one whiff of my cooter and she knew right away I was preggers. I'll tell ya, she was cross like I ain't never seen before. I was terrified that she was gonna shove me down the stairs, or kick you right outta me in my sleep. I started making plans of running away all over again."

"I'd have gone with you anywhere," Mac said.

Applejack smiled. "I know. But that wasn't how it shook out. She was mad for sure. But not at me. She wanted to know which sumbitch had done it to me. I reckon she was ready to take the garden sheers to their coin purse! I sure wasn't gonna tell her that it was Mac. I kept my lips sealed, but she was relentless. She wanted a name. I told her it was some strange stallion that came through the orchard and got me, but she didn't buy it. I would have told her right away if that had happened. There was no reason for me to try to protect them. She wanted the truth."

"And in my shame, I lied." Applejack looked at the floor. "The worst lie of my whole life. I told her it was Uncle Orange. That it happened when I ran away. I thought it was a safe lie. He was too far away for her to go off and hurt him. The timing fit close enough and she believed me. After that, all she wanted to do was help."

"And I helped, too," Mac said.

"You helped most of all!" Applejack said. "You should have seen him, Bloom. Doing double chores all day. Harvesting the whole orchard himself. He was up before the sun, and didn't get to bed until long after dark. But he did it, and never once complained. Sure as heck wasn't gonna let me help."

"Eenope!"

"I gotta admit, it was nice," Applejack said. "Though I did feel a might guilty watching Mac work while I laid in the hammock. I'd spend the days sipping apple juice and eating all kinds of snacks and sweets for your little cravings in there, feeling you grow in my belly with each day. Just for those nights when Granny would go to bed early and I'd waddle out to the barn at the end of Mac's shift."

"It was all worth it," Big Mac said.

"After all, it wasn't like he could get me more pregnant."

"Eeyup!" Big Mac said.

"Times were tough, no doubt. But we would always have each other." Applejack kissed Big Mac. "Neither one of us ever meant for me to get pregnant. But we ain't never regretted it once what was done was done. And really, we weren't gonna stop doing something that felt so good, no matter how big I got."

Big Mac placed his hoof on Applejack's belly. "You only got more beautiful, carrying our little foal."

Applejack shoved him away. "Don't be getting all sappy on me!" she teased.

"I mean it."

"I know. But getting out of chores almost didn't seem worth it getting on near the end. Why my back and hooves were aching something fierce in those last couple of months. And before you get to worrying, no, it ain't gonna be lasting nearly so long this time around. So let's all enjoy it while we can," Applejack said, getting up from the breakfast table.

"Enjoy it!?" Apple Bloom asked indignantly in her tiny, inaudible voice. She was trapped inside her older sister's uterus, getting repeatedly doused with her older brother's semen. And then coming to find out that she's actually their inbred daughter. She wondered if that was why she was having such a hard time getting her cutie mark.

"We've always had to be so careful," Applejack said as she trotted upstairs. Apple Bloom was jostled around inside her. "We've always had to be quiet, taking care to not get caught. Making sure that Granny was asleep, or away in town." Applejack laid down on her bed again. "What with Granny away in Las Pegasus with her friends this weekend, we were hoping you were gonna go sleep over with Sweetie Belle, or at Fluttershy's cottage again, so we could have the place to ourselves. But then you went and tried to whorse him off with Miss Cheerilee! And I just couldn't let that slide!"

Applejack spread her legs, and Big Mac helped himself to his favorite breakfast, giving her pussy long, deep licks. "You needed to be punished for what you done, but we still wanted our weekend. You needed to know why Big Mac had to fib to you that he didn't have any plans for Hearts and Hooves Day. And it was about time you got told."

Applejack sighed and moaned in pleasure as Big Mac licked her marehood with practiced skill. He knew exactly what to do and how to do it to give her the best possible experience. "I've missed this," he said.

"It ain't been that long since the last time we-"

"You taste pregnant again," he said.

Applejack rubbed her belly. "Well, I suppose I am."

"It's good," Big Mac said, licking her with even more passion.

She grabbed a hoof full of his mane, and moaned. "Oh, it's real good!" She panted. "I love you Bloom, but ever since you came along, it's been even tougher to find the time, or the privacy, for us to be intimate. And you gotta understand we was looking forward to this weekend real, real bad. Ever since the first time I had it, I've been addicted to this cock. So when this is all over, I hope you'll understand if we're a bit more open about it around you when Granny isn't around."

It wasn't like they could be any more open about it, literally around Apple Bloom while they were having sex. Apple Bloom felt everything around her shift as Big Mac climbed onto the bed and slid his dick inside Applejack again.

"I'm honestly surprised Granny ain't never figured it out," Applejack said. "But then she always held on to her own theory." She grunted as Big Mac started to properly fuck her again. "Accusing Uncle Orange was the worst lie I ever told. But I'm a might grateful that it never got back to him. Granny was too busy taking care of me while I was pregnant to go off on some wacked out revenge mission to geld him. But on the day you were born..."

The room around Apple Bloom became slick again with Applejack's arousal. It clenched and flexed around her as Applejack came, spurting her marecum out around Big Mac's dick.

Applejack panted and caught her breath. "It was a heck of an ordeal, that. I'd hadn't been allowed to leave the farm the whole time I was pregnant. Barely even out of the house most days. So I wasn't to be seen, you understand. I was barely a mare. It would have been a scandal, no matter the father."

"So when the big day came, it was just you and me and the old bed. I remember it was a cloudy April morning. My water broke and I knew it was time. My body knew what to do. Why, I hollered to high heaven and I ain't never seen Granny move so fast before or since. Mac came sprinting in from the orchard like his tail was on fire."

"No doctors, no nurses. There wasn't nothing but family in this room to greet you with a hoof full of old towels. Land's sake, I thought Big Mac was big. But I thought you were gonna split me right in half like a piece of timber when I tried to push you out! But push I did. And all eyes were on my stretched bits as I pushed you out. Granny kept going on about it being improper, him being there staring at my business. But there was no force in Equestria that was gonna keep him away."

"Eeyup."

"It was a long day. But eventually the clouds outside parted, the sun bloomed through, and out you came. Yellow fur and a full head of red mane. And darn if you didn't look every bit like our Dad."

"Eeyup."

"Once all the commotion had passed, all I wanted to do was hold you in my hooves. Mac too, but there was no convincing Granny a reason for him to stay without admitting the truth. Broke his heart. Once Granny had me alone she asked me a hard question. If it was my Dad, not Uncle Orange, who did it."

"You were born a healthy weight, despite being a bit early. But that being the case, it meant that you were born eleven months to the day before they left to go to Hayseed Swamp. And I was faced with a terrible choice. Because I sure as sugar didn't want to sully the memory of our father. He had always been a good and decent stallion. But I knew if I stuck with my original story, at best, Mac and I were gonna get found out. And at worst, I was gonna get Uncle Orange into real trouble. And so I told the second worst lie I ever done. I told her it was Dad."

"Granny always like being right. But not that day. She just nodded sternly. I begged and pleaded with her, insisting that Dad was a good, and decent stallion. That I was the one who forced myself onto him. That my estrus had drove me crazy."

"To be fair..." Big Mac said.

"I don't think she fully believed me. But she at least agreed to keep it a secret buried along with him. But Bloom, if she ever tells you one day about it, just you remember that he was a good and decent stallion that never did anypony any harm. But of course, there was still the matter of you."

"I don't know how she managed it, but she finagled a deal with Mayor Mare for your birth certificate, marking it so you were born a year earlier to Mom and Dad. You're actually a year younger than you think you are. You started school a year early."

Suddenly, a lot of stuff started to make sense to Apple Bloom. Most importantly...

"And that's probably why you ain't got your cutie mark yet when the rest of your class does."

And there it was. Apple Bloom sat there inside Applejack's womb, rocking back and forth as her older brother and sister fucked. Or rather, as her biological parents fucked. She was still grappling with the concept of this new information. But it was like the final piece fell into place for the massive, mysterious puzzle that was her life.

From the time that she had learned about them, she had mourned Bright Mac and Pear Butter. She lamented never knowing her parents, being raised as an orphan by her older siblings. But now she knew who her real parents were. They were alive and well and they loved her very much. And for better or worse, they loved each other very much. It brought her some comfort as she-

"I'm cumming!" Big Mac hilted himself inside Applejack and unloaded into her womb again, dousing Apple Bloom with his semen.

Somehow, knowing that she was swimming in her father's semen, rather than her brother's, did not improve her mood.

It also didn't stem her irrational compulsion to drink as much of it as she could.