Stay Puft

Hondo Flanks stood nervously outside the bathroom doorway while the young mare inside watched the color of her cup of pee change colors from the testing solution.

"Blue means positive?" Rarity asked.

He read the back of the box for the tenth time and nodded. "Yeah."

"I'm pregnant," she said, scarcely able to believe it.

"Dad got you pregnant!?" Sweetie Belle interrupted.

"Yes," Rarity answered the tiny filly inside her belly.

"I'm an aunt!?" Sweetie asked.

Rarity giggled and sighed. "No, Sweetie... The truth should be plainly obvious. Considering your situation."

Sweetie Belle realized she was literally inside Rarity's womb. She gasped. "You're my mother!?"

The last pony crossed the finish line. Rarity smiled. "And you're my daughter. And I love you. We were planning on telling you eventually. At least after you got your cutie mark. But your little stunt with the love potion meant a change of plans. But back to the story of you..."

"I'm pregnant! What do we do?" young Rarity asked her father, the stallion that would always fix everything.

"Do? Well, that... is mostly up to you," Hondo Flanks said.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I mean if you want to keep it.

"The foal? Do you mean putting it up for adoption?"

"I meant the pregnancy. There's a clinic out in Fillydelphia that doesn't ask questions."

"Not Ponyville General?" she asked.

"They ask questions," he said. "This is a small town. They know who we are. They are going to want to know who the father is. And ponies talk."

"But they're not allowed to!" Rarity said. "I know that's a rule."

"I know, but... ponies still talk. This isn't the sort of thing we can do in our own town."

Rarity gasped. "What do we tell Mother!?"

"Well, that depends on you," he said. "If we act quickly, she doesn't have to know anything about this."

"You thought about getting an abortion!?" Sweetie Belle interrupted.

"Every mother thinks about it!" Rarity said. "Obviously we didn't do that! Now stop interrupting and just listen!"

"If... if you think that's best," Rarity said.

"No. If it's what you think is best." he said. "You have your cutie mark. You're a mare old enough to get pregnant. You're old enough to take your part of the responsibility for it. I'm here to support whatever you decide, but it ultimately has to be your choice. I can't make it for you."

"I don't want to do... that then," Rarity said.

Her father set his jaw but didn't argue. "As you wish."

"Will I have to give it up for adoption?"

"You don't have to decide that now. We have more pressing concerns."

"Right. What are we going to tell Mother?" Rarity asked again.

"What are we going to tell anypony?" he added. Rarity waited for an answer. Hondo scoffed. "Anything but the truth, obviously!"

"Yes. Obviously."

"At least you're done with school," he added. "So that's one less thing to worry about. But you aren't going to be able to work part time at the orchard doing manual labor if you're pregnant."

"No, I should think not."

Hondo rubbed his chin. "Unless..."

Hondo and Rarity sat at the farmhouse kitchen table across from Granny Smith. "A live-in what now?" Granny asked.

"If Rarity could stay here as a live-in worker during her employment, it would save a lot of time commuting her out here from town," Hondo explained. "Especially if work is starting at dawn."

Granny Smith raised an eyebrow. "Ain't but a fifteen minute trot out of town ain't it?" she asked.

Hondo shifted nervously in his seat. "There is more to it than that, yes," he admitted, looking at Rarity next to him. "It seems that Rarity here has gone and gotten herself in a bit of a jam. And I need a favor from you for it." Rarity bristled, not liking the idea of her situation being entirely her fault. Her hoof gave his shin a kick. "Not that the stallion is blameless, but she won't tell who it was."

"Stallion?" Granny asked. Rarity blushed and crossed her hooves over her belly. "Oh, I see. Lot of that going round it seems this season. Having a foal out of wedlock is no example of mine you ought to be following."

"Be that as it may," Hondo continued, "I'd like to spare her the wrath of her mother finding out about it. So if she could be in boarding school for the next eleven months, that would really help."

Granny leveled a gaze at him. "I ain't running no charity here, Hondo. If she can't work, she can't stay here for free." It was no secret that Granny Smith was a ruthless business mare.

Hondo nodded. "She'll work until she can't. And then yes, you'll be compensated for your hospitality."

Granny Smith smiled. "Darn tootin!"

While Granny and Hondo talked numbers, Rarity zoned out and looked around the kitchen, absorbing the information that this was going to be her home for most of the next year. She was only startled from her distraction as Hondo stood up from the table.

"Thank you again for this," he said. "And for your discretion." He turned to kiss Rarity goodbye. On the cheek.

"Daddy?"

"I'll be back with your things," he said. "And I'll visit often. I promise. I love you."

"I love you too, Daddy." They hugged and he turned to leave.

As soon as the door closed, Granny got up from her seat and came around to Rarity's side of the table. "Alright then, let's have a look at you." She looked at Rarity sitting in the kitchen chair. "Not even showing yet. Just found out, did you?" Rarity nodded. "Right. Well then, lets get down to brass tacks. You understand the favor I'm doing for you and yer pa?" she asked. Rarity nodded. "You heard him. You'll be expected to work as much as can reasonably be expected of you until you can't. You're an expecting mother and I ain't cruel. But I ain't your maid neither."

"Yes ma'am."

"Alright. Let's go find Mac. He can set you up with the guest bed..."

~

Big Macintosh held the mallet in his hoof to bang together the simple frame for the guest bed while Rarity helped her friend Applejack gather some hay into a mattress.

"So you're going to be staying with us?" Applejack asked. Rarity nodded. "How come?" she asked, but quickly added, "Not to be rude, just curious is all. You're right in town."

Rarity hadn't taken any time to fabricate any kind of a cover story. Not that it would have done her any good. She learned a long time ago that there was no sneaking a lie past Applejack. And she was going to find out soon enough.

"I'm pregnant," Rarity admitted. Applejack was her best friend. Even so, she expected disgust, or judgment, or even pity. But she did not expect Applejack's face to light up with a smile.

"Me too!" Applejack said, before her expression quickly shifted to terror as she covered her mouth with her hooves. "Sorry. I ain't supposed to tell anypony. It's a secret."

"Likewise," Rarity said.

Applejack rubbed her belly. Like Rarity, she hadn't even begun to show yet. "But I suppose you were gonna find out soon enough if you're living here."

"That was my thought as well."

"Who's the-" Applejack cut herself off, knowing full well where the question would lead. "Uh, what I mean is, it ain't nopony's business but our own who the fathers are."

"Y-yes," Rarity agreed.

Applejack tied the seam of the mattress shut. "Alright. Let's get your bed set up and then we can do the linens." She carried the mattress down from the hay loft of the barn into the farmhouse. And then back upstairs to the second floor. They followed the sounds of hammering wood. Granny Smith stood in the hallway overseeing the work.

"My room? Applejack asked.

Granny Smith nodded. "Mhmm. Ain't room enough in mine for another bed. And she sure as sugar ain't shacking up in Big Mac's room!"

"Oh, it'll be just like a slumber party!" Rarity said.

"I suppose..." Applejack said, looking over at Big Mac. His eyes met hers with the same subtle expression of disappointment. Granny Smith's bedroom was at the opposite end of the farmhouse. Big Mac's room shared a notoriously-thin wall. The upstairs restroom was between Big Mac's room and Applejack's room, giving even more of a sound buffer for Big Mac's late-night visits to her bedroom. But now that Rarity was in there...

"Get them bed sheets made up and put them tools away once you're done," Granny directed. "Then y'all get washed up for supper at six."

As promised, Hondo Flanks returned that evening with Rarity's personal effects. His visit was brief and he hugged her before he was about to leave. "Is there any thing else you need?" he asked. He felt Rarity's hoof grip his mane tighter. "Rarity..." Obviously more of that was out of the question. For now at least.

"Do you not..?" she trailed off.

"Of course I do. Just..." Here and now was obviously an impossibility.

"Soon?" she asked, barely more than a whisper.

He hugged her back a little tighter. "I'll see what I can do."

Rarity found the simple work of the orchard to be strangely relaxing. Calling it manual labor didn't suit the unicorn. She could use her magic to effortlessly pick all of the ripe apples from the trees and collect them in baskets without dropping or bruising them with standard apple bucking. In fact, Rarity's presence on the farm was an unexpected boon for production and efficiency.

This fact was not lost on Granny Smith as she watched the mare work. Big Mac trudged past her with another filled cart. "Best you get yourself a pointy-head bride someday, Mac." Big Mac blushed a darker shade of red and looked away.

The routine of the day blurred them together, passing the time of her stay quickly for Rarity. The only real indicator was her belly. Though it was still early. She could easily be mistaken for simply having eaten a bit too much at a holiday feast. Though there were other side effects as well.

Nature's call came a bit more frequently for Rarity as her stretching uterus claimed more of her abdomen's real estate. It was at the point where it was stirring her from a sound sleep, even after a long day of work.

Awaking in the dead of night, the only light for Rarity was from the moon shining into the window. Even so, she could see that the bed next to hers was vacant. It wasn't too much of a leap for her to think that Applejack was likewise suffering the same afflictions as her. They were the same amount of pregnant nearly to the day.

But much to her relief and surprise, she didn't need to wait for the bathroom to become available. Before she could give it another thought, she saw to her most urgent need first. But while sitting on the throne, she looked out the window at the faint light coming from the barn.

Rarity was curious what important task in the barn could have driven Applejack from her bed. Applejack wasn't terribly far along, but unlike Rarity, she didn't have magic to help her do her work. Rarity finished what she was doing and resolved to go help her friend, or at least check on her to make sure that she was okay.

She kept quiet to not wake anypony else in the house as she made her way outside. The thin beam of dim light from the barn stretched out across the dirt walkway like a carpet guiding her way. The door to the barn was lift just ajar enough for her to squeeze through.

Rarity froze when she heard the muffled cries as though of somepony in pain. She moved towards them, finding the sound morphing into strained moans. Just as Rarity was about to call out to Applejack, her voice hitched in her throat when she finally found her. Underneath the hanging lantern, she could clearly see Applejack laying on a hay bale with her legs spread. Big Mac was on top of her plowing her like a corn field.

Rarity's mind could barely process what she was seeing. Were they fighting? Wrestling? Did he trip and fall on top of her accidentally? Her questions barely persisted a few seconds. It was plainly obvious what they were doing. From where she was standing in the shadows, Rarity could easily see Big Macintosh's thick, red dick sliding in and out of Applejack's stretched pussy. Suddenly the mystery for the father of Applejack's foal, made a lot more sense. No wonder she didn't want to discuss it, Rarity thought.

She bit her lip was she watched Big Mac hilted himself deep inside Applejack's pussy one last time as his heavy balls clenched and twitched. Applejack's legs wrapped around his hips while the base of his shaft swelled and throbbed as he came inside his sister. With her occupied womb already well-sealed, his massive load had nowhere else to go. Thick globs of his cum spurted out of her pussy from around his dick. Rarity gasped at the sight.

Applejack's head shot up. "Granny!?" Big Mac tried to turn to look behind him but his flare was still firmly lodged deep inside his sister's pussy. Rarity moved in a flash behind a hay stack. Applejack could still see an errant curl of violet tail sticking out.

"Rarity?" Applejack asked.

"..."

"I can see your tail," Applejack said.

Rarity winced in her hasty hiding spot. "...Um, no?"

"Rarity, come out here," Applejack said.

"AJ!" Big Mac protested, still waiting to be able to pull out.

"Ain't nothing she hasn't already seen," Applejack said.

"I think I'd rather not, Darling."

"Rarity, we need to talk!" Rarity nervously stood up and walked out from behind the hay stack, trying to look anywhere else but at them. "Look at me."

Rarity reluctantly looked at Applejack, still spread eagle underneath Big Mac. "I... never took you for an exhibitionist."

"And I never took you for no peeping Tom but here we are. And I need you to look me in the eyes and promise me you ain't gonna tell Granny about this!"

"My lips are sealed," Rarity assured her, glancing at Applejack's stretched vulva. "Though perhaps not as much as yours, currently. But are you sure she doesn't know that the foal is his?"

"Obviously not!" Applejack said. "With Mac still being among the living, and ain't been hauled off to the gelding clinic!"

"But you're pregnant and Mac is the only stallion in your life, Darling."

Applejack rolled her eyes. "Granny got it in her head that among my father's final deeds was knocking me up. And as much as I hated for his memory to be tarnished, I didn't correct her because I didn't want Mac joining our parents in a grave."

The mention of their parents finally got Mac to soften enough to pull out with a wet plop. A deluge of trapped cum gushed out and spilled onto the dirt at Rarity's hooves. "Oh my goodness, Darling!" He dismounted Applejack and Rarity watched his pendulous cock swing between his legs.

"Eyes off!" Applejack said as she sat up. "Mac ain't nopony's stallion but mine! Get your own!"

Rarity quickly averted her eyes. "Apologies. I didn't mean to stare. But I must say I'm quite envious. You have your special somepony right here under your roof. So, since we're on the subject, do you think I might be able to have mine visit upon a time?"

Applejack shrugged. "Ain't me you need to convince. But you'll have more luck getting permission from a boulder than Granny for un-hitched fornicating under her roof."

"Then best she not know then," Rarity said.

Applejack shrugged. "Best of luck then. But you ain't gotta worry about me. My lips are sealed." Rarity glanced at the cum still dribbling out of her stretched marehood. Applejack quickly crossed her legs. "Dang it! You know what I mean!"