Unfinished Business

Chapters

The Future
The First
The Last
The Passed
The Presence

The Future

Big Mac looked at the old pictures of his parents when they were foals.

Once the other visitors left the hospital's maternity ward he stayed behind and looked at the newborn foals sleeping in Applejack's hooves. He wasn't one to buy into reincarnation, but it was hard to deny... "They look just like them," he said.

"I know," Applejack agreed. The similarities were uncanny. She quickly looked to make sure that nopony else was close enough to hear her. "We can not let these two fall in love with each other!"

Big Mac chuckled, remembering the old stories about them. "You know, I actually think they'd actually prefer it that way."

Author's Note

The First

Lil Mac nursed at his mother's teat while she stood at the kitchen sink, washing dishes. He suckled in complete confidence that this was paradise, oblivious to the true nirvana that lay just a bit further north, nestled just under his mother's tail. The mare shuffled her legs a bit. Nature had designed nursing to be a pleasurable experience for a mare, to encourage the care for her foals. Though when her partner would suckle her nipples, the precise nature of the pleasure became more blurred.

The proud father looked over at the young colt, and then at his wife's winking marehood, and just smirked to himself. "One day..."

"Teeth!" she yelped, shooing the colt away with her leg. "What did I tell you about teeth!?" Lil Mac tried his luck with her other teat, but she pushed him away again. "No! That's enough!"

The little colt looked like he was about to cry, but he knew his father was watching. And big colts don't cry. Even so, being denied his personal heaven along with her scolding words felt like a punch in the stomach, and it showed in his face.

His father didn't let it show on his face, but he could feel that same pain. Lil Mac didn't know it, but now that he was teething, this would very likely be his last time nursing his mother's milk.

"Go on now," he told him. "Go outside and play. Leave your mother be."

Heartbroken though he was, the colt would not defy his father's orders.

Heartbroken though he was to give them, his father could remember the last time he suckled his of own mother's milk. He didn't know that the last time would be the last time. He blinked back the drop of sweat in his eye that was definitely not a tear. "I sure wish I didn't know now, what I didn't know then."

"What was that?" Sugar Belle asked.

"Nothing," Big Mac said.

Little Macintosh nursed at his mother's teat while she stood at the kitchen sink, washing dishes.

Behind her, Bright Mac looked at them in mild concern. "Ain't he a bit old for that?" he asked.

"Oh, leave him be," Pear Butter said.

"Like, ain't he supposed to be weaned now that he has his teeth?" Bright asked. "I seen him eat his apples just fine."

"He knows to not use them," Pear said, shifting her stance to let Mac get to her other nipple. "Besides, it'll help him grow up big and strong."

"It's gonna make him grow up soft is what it will! You're gonna spoil him into a right momma's colt!" Bright said.

Pear looked back at him over her shoulder, "You're one to talk."

Bright scoffed. "I went directly against Ma's wishes even dating you in the first place! I was weaned at my first tooth!" He looked at his wife's winking marehood under her flagged tail. "And I certainly didn't go carrying on like that with her!" Pear Butter rolled her eyes at him. It wasn't like she could control her body's reaction. "I'll tell you one thing," he continued, "he best not still be doing that once he's got his cutie mark! That yoke is going on him this spring! Ain't no son of mine gonna be some weakling stallion!" He put his hat on and stomped out of the kitchen in a huff.

Macintosh looked nervously out from under his mother's tail.

"Did I do something wrong, Mom?"

"No, no!" she hushed him. "Your Pa loves you. He just wants what's best for you. For you to be a big strong stallion."

"But I am a big strong stallion!" the little colt said.

Pear Butter just smiled at him. "I know you are. So maybe you should head out into the orchard and lend your Pa a hoof with the chores." Mac's body stiffened with pride and he was about to go, but he waivered and looked up at her with sad eyes. "Okay, you can finish first." He vanished back under her tail and she bit her lips as he resumed suckling. She knew better than most that farm ponies had to grow up fast. He could enjoy being a foal just a little longer.

The wooden yoke weighed heavy on the colt, but he wore it for his father with determined pride. He may not have had the raw muscle mass to pull the plow yet, but he could still tow the smaller carts through the orchard. It seemed to please the older stallion well enough. After a hard day's work, it was a trip to the stream.

"It's cold!" Mac complained as he dipped his hoof in the water.

"A quick in and out to rinse away the sweat." Bright said. A sudden shove and Mac fell in. He resurfaced just as quickly, shrieking as he scrambled out of the water, shivering cold, but clean. Bright took his turn to jump in. He was just as cold in the water. The spring snowmelt was just barely above freezing, shocking the breath out of him. He stepped out and shook himself off, stifling his own shiver. He refused to show weakness in front of his colt. "Let's get on back to the house. There's a dry towel and a hot meal waiting for both of us." Bright never saw the colt run so fast before.

Just as hunger sweetens the beans, cold makes even the blandest oatmeal seem like a bowl of bliss to Mac as the warmth spread throughout his belly.

"Be happy for the cold," Bright teased. "The summer heat will be here before long, and you'll be making puddles of sweat out there."

"Granny already asleep?" Mac asked unsurprised, given how late this dinner was. Pear nodded. Normally Macintosh ate dinner earlier with Granny Smith while Bright was still hard at work outside. The older stallion finished his meal efficiently and bussed his dishes before he headed upstairs to retire to bed for the night. Pear Butter and Mac finished shortly after and she set to work washing the evening dishes.

"Ma, I'm thirsty," Mac said.

"There should still be some more juice in the fridge," she said.

"No, I mean..." he tugged on her tail.

She looked back at him, understanding his meaning. "Oh." She glanced at the stairs. "I suppose it's okay." She shifted her hooves apart to give him room to suckle. It was then that she noticed that he was starting to need to duck a bit to get under her. It was her intent for him to grow up big and strong. And he was, quickly. Bright hadn't minced words. Macintosh would have his cutie mark any day now. He really should have been weaned a long time ago.

Pear Butter bit her lip as a shiver of pleasure ran through her, making her tail flag. "Just this one last time," she told him. At least, she was pretty sure she told him. Or maybe she just thought it really loud.

After he finished, she sent him off to bed and she made her way to her own bedroom. Nursing had left her in a bit of a state and her tail swished from side to side as she crawled into the bed with her husband. She nuzzled against him in the dark. He groaned something inaudible, barely still awake. She kissed his cheek and ran her hoof down along his belly to his sheath, making clear her desire.

"Remember what I said on the night of our wedding?" Pear asked.

"Hmm..?" he responded without even opening his eyes, barely awake.

"I told you that I wanted to fill up the farm with new foals," she said.

"Ugh... Tired," he mumbled. "Lotta work left to do for spring planting."

"I could..." Pear Butter climbed on top of him and ground her hot marehood against his sheath to coax out his shaft. Though try as she might, the only reaction she got from him was snoring. She frowned and rolled off of him. It would just be her and her hoof again tonight.

Little Macintosh shuffled into the kitchen, blinking in the morning sunlight streaming through the windows. "Where's Dad?" he asked.

"Already working," Pear said. "He wakes up before dawn every day, just like every farmpony."

"He didn't wake me up," he said.

"You have to be responsible for yourself," Pear said. "And that means getting your own self up for work on time."

"Oh... Okay. Should I go out there now then?" he asked.

"Have some breakfast first, at least," she said, referring to the food on the table. Instead she felt him duck between her legs and latch onto one of her nipples. She wanted to object. Her rational mind said that she should. The frustrated part of her from last night just wanted to enjoy this.

"Just this one last time," she told herself.

The workload of the coming spring did not lessen as it got closer, leaving her increasingly frustrated at night. "Just this one last time," she kept telling herself.

"Good morning sleepyhead!" Bright Mac teased his son. "You've missed the best part of the day!"

Macintosh worked hard and grew stronger every day. Every morning, the first thing he did when he went outside was to strap his yoke to the plow and pull. Whether by his new strength or the softening of the frozen ground, the plow began to budge. A little was all he needed. With a renewed surge of hope and strength, he pulled with all his might. The blade of the plow split the earth in twain as he marched with tremendous pride across the field.

Bright Mac had told his son plenty of times before how proud he was with his words, but this time, Macintosh could see it in his face. This was real pride. No longer would the colt be relegated to follow behind and sow the seeds amid his fathers work. Just the same, Bright didn't dare follow after Macintosh. His son had plowed this furrow. It was his to seed.

What had once been a demeaning chore became a celebration, a victory lap as Macintosh sprinkled each apple seed into the furrow with sincere care. When at last it was done, his smile was so wide you could almost tie his lips behind his head. His hip sparkled and shimmered and in a flash, a cutie mark appeared, half of a bright green apple adorned with seeds.

Bright Mac clapped his son's back with a hearty thud. "Ha! You're a proper stallion now, Little Mac!" Macintosh's smile faltered a barely-perceptible bit. "No. Big Macintosh!"

His smile returned bigger than ever. "I can't wait to show Mom!"

"Ha! Yep! We have a lot to celebrate!" Bright said. Macintosh started to lift off his yoke. His father's hoof held it down. He looked at his father with a vaguely worried expression. "We'll celebrate when the work is done. And there's a lot of field left." Mac was about to frown but he kept it from his face. Bright strapped his own yoke to his plow. "Come on kid, I'll match you one for one. That is, if you think you can keep up with your old stallion!"

Big Macintosh grinned and the two of them lined up to do the next two rows.

He could not keep up with his old stallion.

"Not yet, anyway," Bright said, clapping Mac on the back again where he panted in the dirt. "But don't be discouraged. You put up some good numbers. Grab the seed pouch and we can finish up the east side."

Mac spread the seeds as he followed his father's plow sheer. It was still a chore. But he walked a little bit taller as he did it this time. Occasionally glancing back at his own flanks to see his new cutie mark again. By day's end, his hooves barked, his legs burned and his back ached. But his spirit was indominable.

After a bit of fanfare from the rest of the family to celebrate his cutie mark, Big Macintosh set to eating dinner like he had a hole in his neck, finishing almost at the same time as Bright. Indeed, he was rapidly becoming every bit the stallion as his father.

The thought flittered through Pear's mind of how else a stallion like his father he might become uniquely gifted. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and pushed the thought away. It had been far too long since her needs had been seen to. "Early to bed, early to rise," she said as she got up and shuffled away from the dinner table.

"I see your appetite has grown as well," Pear said to her son as Bright picked up his, and his mother's empty plate to bring to the sink. Pear stood up from the table and started to do the same with her own. "Do you want anything else to eat, Mac? Some more to drink?" she asked. She barely finished speaking before Mac answered.

"Yeah!" In a flash he was up from his seat and trotted over to lean under her tail to get to her teats. Bright Mac gave Pear a stern glare. She quickly shuffled away and crossed her legs.

"Now Mac, this has been going on far longer than it should have. You have your teeth and weened, but now that you have your cutie mark, this really has to stop!" Mac looked like he was going to cry, but he blinked it back quickly before his father could see. "You're a stallion now, and you need to act like it."

"Early to bed, early to rise," Bright Mac echoed, heading upstairs to his bedroom.

Pear nodded. "Yes. You should get to bed yourself and try to wake up early with your father." Mac just nodded and went upstairs without another word. Pear cleaned up after dinner. Her hind legs shuffled uncomfortably as she made short work of the dishes, setting them in the rack to dry before she retired, herself.

Climbing into bed beside her husband, Pear found him already sound asleep. She tried to gently rouse him, but was met with unintelligible grumbles of tired frustration before more snoring quickly resumed. He wasn't the only one that was frustrated. Pear briefly considered just climbing on top of him and taking matters into her own hooves. He rolled away from her onto his side. She had neither the strength nor the desire to wrestle him onto his back just for her to then do all the work. She laid down with a defeated sigh.

Sleep did not come easy for Pear, but morning did all the same. She rubbed her tired eyes and shuffled downstairs to get breakfast started by the glow of the eastern horizon in the small hours before dawn. Bright Mac sat at the breakfast table just as Pear was setting down his hearty plate of food. Bright gave Mac's empty seat a pointed glare. They ate together quietly and Bright cleared his plate before heading outside to bale the hay grass field.

Pear finished eating and walked upstairs to wake Mac. He needed to get into the habit of waking up early with his father now. Pushing open his bedroom door, she could see the dim silhouette of him sleeping on his side away from her. She walked over to his bed to gently nudge him awake. Barely touching his shoulder, he rolled toward her onto his back, still fast asleep. In the process, she could not ignore the tent that his morning wood pitched in his sheets.

She stifled her gasp. He was very much now the stallion that his father was. In the way that mattered. She didn't mean to stare. She didn't mean to, really. Her hoof hovered over him when she had touched his shoulder. It drifted closer as her eyes traced over the contours of his erection through the linen. She could even make out the shape of his tip and his medial ring. For a moment she just lost herself in drinking in the sight. It had been far too long since she had last felt one. The thought pervaded her mind, and her hoof moved closer on its own. The soft pad of her hoof lightly pressed against the ridge of his tip.

Mac groaned in his sleep and his hips instinctively flexed upward, pressing himself harder against her touch. She felt his shaft throb harder and thicker. The sheets shifted and she could see the outline of his scrotum against the fabric. She recalled when she first started dating Bright, and him talking about how uncomfortable it was to have full, heavy balls. She made sure to diligently empty them regularly. And for a time, it was good. But after their colt was born, it always seemed like one or both of them were just too tired for Bright's full balls to be a priority.

To say nothing of Pear's own discomfort.

Mac flexed his hips again and the bedsheet shifted a little more, causing the tip of his shaft to poke out from under the covers. Pear's first reflex was to pull her hoof away, if only just slightly. Mac moaned plaintively and flexed his hips again to get the bare tip of his dick to touch her hoof. The contact caused the head of his shaft to flare.

"Oh my goodness, is he about to cum?" she wondered in mixture of mild panic, but also rapt fascination.

The sudden sensation made him blink awake in the dim light and he looked up at her as she quickly pulled her hoof away from him. "Mom?"

His voice snapped her consciousness back in a flash and she reacted quickly. "Uh, good morning sleepy head. It's time to get up." She stammered. "Wake up, I mean. Were you having a nice dream?"

A sliver of the sun crested the horizon and dawn's light streamed in through the windows. Mac blinked, and squinted but he could clearly see himself in the light. Though he rarely ever wore clothes, he felt a strange rush of embarrassment that compelled him to pull the sheets up and hide his modesty. He tried not to be too obvious about it.

Pear just gave him a kind smile like only a mother could. "It's okay. It's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's part of becoming a stallion." It did not assuage Mac's embarrassment. Pear relented and backed away from his bedside. "Once you're... ready, head outside and help your father in the field, okay?"

"Eeyup."

Hay Day put every pony to work. Though paled in comparison to the strength of her husband, Pear was still a farm pony, and no weakling. Mac did his best to keep up with his father, gathering the long grass to bale together. They made a sizable stack on the ground and Bright lassoed each one to fling up into the hay loft. To even get a bale airborne at all was a feat that Mac couldn't yet hope to accomplish.

Pear Butter climbed the ladder up to the hay loft to neatly stack and store each bale to be dried into hay over the warm summer months.

Mac worked quickly to tie each bale to be ready to be flung by his father. In his haste, not watching where he was stepping, he was caught in the arc of Bright's swing. The hay was soft, but not light, sending Mac tumbling. Bright's flash of worry evaporated as soon as his son was back on his hooves. "Watch where you're going!" Bright barked at him. His concern for his son came out more cross than he meant it to be. It made Mac feel like an inch tall. He just wanted to be useful. Bright lassoed the next bale. "I can get the rest of these. Go up and help your mother stack them."

Mac nodded and did as he was told. He walked into the barn to climb up the ladder to the loft. Bright hadn't minced words. The bales were in a messy pile where they had landed inside the loft window. Pear Butter was scrambling to neatly stack each one towards the back of the loft. Her fur and mane were soaked with sweat. It was still only spring, but the loft had become plenty hot under the roof in the sun.

She stopped just long enough to drink from the water pale she had brought, when she noticed Mac. "Did he send you up to help?" Mac nodded. "Okay, good. Because I need to catch up," she said as the next bale flew in through the window. Mac wasted no time and worked quickly to help her stack some of the bales. The stifling air of the loft was oppressive. Without a breeze, his sweat clung to him, keeping him from cooling down, but for what little water remained in the drinking pail. Several more bales flew in through the window.

"I'm gonna go bale some more grass!" Bright Mac shouted from down below. Even from where he was, he could see the massive mess of a pile up in the loft. "You two get those all squared away by the time I'm back!"

"Yes, dear!" Pear's voice called from the loft. She and her son hustled to catch up while they could. They made a serious dent in the pile by the time Pear finished the last of the water. She stopped to catch her breath before she would go get another pail. Mac saw the empty bucket and could feel how parched his throat was. He looked at Pear and moved in a haze of exhaustion and thirst.

Pear yelped in surprise as Mac ducked underneath her to suckle desperately on her teats. Pear wanted to protest, but she was too tired to put up a fight. And really, who could blame him? It was understandable, though she would definitely need to explain to him that this would have to be the last time.

Her body shivered in pleasure.

This would definitely be the last time, she told herself resolutely. She would definitely tell him that.

She chewed her lip. Her nethers quivered in long-denied pleasure.

She stepped her legs just a bit wider apart.

She would definitely tell him that... just as soon as he was finished.

A dribble of sweat landed on Mac's snout. His nostrils flared from the aroma and he opened his eyes, looking up under his mother's flagged tail. Her marehood flexed and winked, dripping more sweat on his nose. He tongue reflexively licked his nose, finding the sweat of a mare in heat to be... delicious.

His lips smacked loudly. Or perhaps it was his erection smacking against his belly. There was no conscious train of thought in the young stallion's mind. Only a driving curiosity. A driving need to taste it more.

Pear Butter's knees went weak as she felt him press his tongue into her marehood. It had been ages since she'd had sex, let alone when Bright had gone down on her. A voice in her mind screamed in objection to the feeling, but it was quickly drowned out until all that mattered was the feeling itself.

His tongue made lewd slurping noises and he licked greedily into her pussy, probing deep inside her vagina. Her clitoris winked against his chin and he lapped at it, giving it a little suckle like her nipples, making her muscles turned to jelly. Her front legs gave out and she fell forward into the soft hay scattered on the floor. Mac took this as a permissive invitation to continue.

Mac loved his mother. He loved her so much he just wanted to hug her. For reasons he couldn't explain, he felt driven, compelled to hug her, right where she was. He reared up to climb on top of her to hug her, wrapping his hooves around her body. The tip of his shaft pressed against her warm marehood. That sensation of warmth and pressure just felt so good. His hips pressed harder and he hugged her tighter, trying to pull her even closer to him.

Part of Pear Butter panicked. She had been warned about this. Granny Smith warned her about raising a colt going through adolescence. She told her a rather unflattering story about Bright Mac's older brother, Orange, when he became a stallion and tried to cover her in this same way. Granny gave him a swift bucking and sent him to go live in Manehattan. "Orange didn't have no other mares around on the farm besides me at the time," she had explained. "I suppose it was inevitable. But I straightened him right out!"

Pear couldn't bring herself to kick Mac. He didn't understand what he was doing. He didn't know any better. But she knew she should definitely stop him. Tell him this is wrong. So wrong. That this couldn't happen. He shouldn't do this to his own mother. But in that desperate moment, the problem was... she wanted him to.

She shifted her hind legs just enough to stretch her marehood against the tip of his shaft, helping to aim him just a bit better and...

"Ah..." She moaned along with him as he pushed himself inside her.

For his part, Mac hadn't the presence of mind to consider the strangeness of a part of him being inside his mother's body. All that mattered was how good it felt as he pushed it in. He hugged her closer until he was inside her as much as he possibly could be. This new, surreal closeness he felt hugging her like this was an indescribable pleasure. He loved her so much, especially in that moment. He just wanted to hold her tightly like this forever and never let go.

But much like the sensation that woke him that morning, a competing drive made him want to flex his hips repeatedly. The movement, though small, felt even better than staying still. And if a little was good, more was better. Driven by pure instinct, he started rutting the mare underneath him.

It didn't matter that she was his mother. It didn't matter that he was her son. It felt too good to both of them to be concerned with such trivial details. This feeling was just too good to deny. His heavy balls slapped against her winking clitoris. She had been denied on the edge for so long, she could feel her climax rising quickly.

A quiet nag in the back of Pear's mind was swatted away by the hoof of pleasure. As long as he pulls out. He won't. As long as she gets him to pull out. Right. That was what she would do. She would definitely do that before he finishes. Like an alarm clock, it was something that she wanted to ignore just a little longer and just enjoy being wrapped up in this warm comfort.

Pear Butter shuddered as she came. Her pussy quivered and spasmed. Mac couldn't even understand just how good he was making her feel. He was lost in his own oblivion as he kept humping away for his own sake. At most, all he noticed was just how much he could feel his dick being rhythmically squeezed, feeling even better than ever before. A strange sense of unease grew inside him, like something was about to happen. But nothing could keep his hips from thrusting.

Pear butter just pawed fruitlessly at the floorboards of the loft as he fucked her right through her orgasm. She could barely see straight, let alone think straight. But just as long as she definitely stopped him before-

"Hnng!" Mac grunted and hugged her harder as he pushed himself as deep as he could. His balls tightened and his shaft swelled even thicker as his wide head flared deep inside her. Before she could even react, she could feel him throbbing and pulsing inside her. The first jet of his hot semen splashed against her insides as his dick pumped load after load inside. The pressure built, but he just pushed harder into her, forcing his virile seed through her deepest barrier. She could feel the warmth of his cum spreading throughout her fertile womb.

Big Mac's legs went weak and he practically collapsed on top of her. The shift in weight caused her legs to buckle and they both ended up laying on the floor, panting. The post-orgasmic sobriety washed over Pear first. Adrenalin flooded her system in a fit of panic.

She could still feel his erection idly pulsing inside her. She rolled onto her side to get his weight off of her and she tried to shift herself away from him. His flare was still firmly lodged deep inside her, keeping his semen from leaking out. She waited a moment more before trying again. Time felt like it slowed down, but after only a minute more, his erection softened just enough for her to get him to pull out of her with a wet plop.

A milky, watery mixture of his cum and her own arousal dribbled out. With how much she felt him cumming, she expected a flood of semen to gush out of her pussy. But even with him out of her, she still felt a lingering pressure inside of her. Most of it must have gotten pushed deeper into her womb. What was worse was that she could feel the burning heat of her estrus evaporating with each passing moment as his hormones absorbed into the lining of her uterus. Relief of an itch she didn't even know was bothering her.

She had felt this once before, when Bright Mac had gotten her pregnant.

"Oh- oh no. Oh no, we shouldn't have done that!" Pear gasped. "We really shouldn't have done that!"

Mac sat up as his wilting penis retreated back into his sheath. "I- I'm sorry Mom! I don't know why I did that. Did I hurt you!?"

"No, sweetie, that felt wonderful. Land's sake! Your father hasn't licked me like that in ages!" Pear composed herself. "But we should not have done that!" she said. Her panic was making him worry almost as much. "I... We can not tell your father about this! That was something that only married ponies are meant to do with one another. And I'm married to your father." Mac didn't feel terribly inclined to tell his father about this in the first place, but now he was morbidly curious. In answer to his unspoken question, his mother continued. "He would be very angry if he found out! He would... I don't know what he would do. But he would be very, very angry!"

"I'm sorry!" Mac looked like he was about to cry. He might have been a stallion now, but in that moment, he still looked like her scared little colt.

She hushed him. "It's okay. Everything is going to be okay. Just... We just need to keep this a secret between us. Just you and I. If you promise not to tell anypony, everything will be fine. Okay?"

Mac nodded.

Pear stood up and brushed the hay out of her fur. She helped him stand and he did the same. She kicked some hay over the wet spots on the floor to cover and dry them. "Okay... Okay now. Dry those eyes and just... let's just get back to work. I'm gonna run to the outhouse and... clean up. I'll fetch some more water on the way back. And we can pretend this never happened, okay?"

"Eeyup."

Pear Butter and Mac worked in awkward silence stacking the rest of the hay bales. They tried to pretend that nothing had happened. That nothing had changed.

But it had, and they both knew it would never be the same again. He kept stealing glances under her tail when he thought she wasn't looking, remembering what they had done, and how good it felt. The memory was tainted with anxious fear. But not in the least bit with regret.

Pear Butter kept stealing glances at his sheath, haunted by the knowledge of the monster he was concealing inside it. His cock was already nearly as big as his father's, but the rest of him still had such a ways to grow. Even as she formulated a plan out of this situation, and a back up plan as well, she still felt a similar, if tempered, anxious fear. She glanced at his coin purse and bit her lip.

If she felt any regret at all, it was only that they would never be able to do that again.

The Last

On returning home from the apothecary, Pear Butter surreptitiously made a detour to stop by the outhouse with her bag. There wasn't much room for it, let alone using the kit that she had bought. Still, the instructions were simple enough. Pee in a cup and add the pregnancy test solution. If the result was negative, it would turn red, blue if it was positive. Pear Butter held up the cup to the slice of light coming in through the crescent-moon-shaped window to look at the cup. It was very much blue.

"... Shit."

Pear nudged Bright Mac in bed.

"Buttercup, it's been a long day. I'm exhausted," Bright said.

"I know but... I'm really in the mood," she said. "What if I just get on top and-"

"No, my back hurts," he huffed. She huffed back. "Look, until Mac starts picking up more of the slack around here, I'm stuck doing all the work. I love you, but I'm only equine. Once he's a little older, we can..." He trailed off. "Let's just get through the growing season. After the autumn harvest I can take some time off and... it'll be like the second honeymoon we keep talking about."

Pear Butter knew she didn't have that much time. Her pregnancy would be showing by then.

"Okay dear," she agreed, letting him go to sleep in peace. Once he was snoring soundly, she sat up on her side of the bed and worried. The work on the farm needed to get done. She could try to hire some help but she knew they didn't have the money for that. They barely got by as it was.

Another idea flittered through her mind. The rational part of her immediately dismissed it as a crazy notion. But in the absence of anything better, she kept returning to it. It might just be crazy enough to work. And if it did, everypony would win. But if it didn't work...

She sighed. "No guts, no glory."

She climbed out of bed and silently walked down the hallway to her son's room. Like his father, he was sound asleep. She sat next to him on the mattress. She leaned down and kissed his cheek before giving him a little nuzzle to gently stir him awake. He blinked and looked at her in the pale moonlight.

"Mom?" He blinked again and looked out the window at the mare in the moon. It was nowhere near morning, still very much the evening. "What's going on?" he asked.

She touched his cheek with her hoof. "Mommy needs to ask a favor of you," she said. "I need you to work extra hard to help your father."

"I am," he said. "I'm trying really hard."

Pear smiled. "I know, sweetie. But if you can do more work than your father, Mommy will give you a special reward."

Mac looked intrigued. "What kinda reward?" he asked.

Pear swallowed hard. "It's uh..." She placed her hoof on his lower belly. "A special reward that we would have to keep a secret."

Land's sake, she could hear him getting hard.

"We can-!?" he started to say excitedly. She put her hoof to his mouth to hush him. He silenced himself.

Pear nodded. "If you can get more work done on the farm than your father, then yes, we can do that again. But it has to stay a secret. Do you understand?" Mac nodded excitedly. Pear smiled. She stood up to leave but his hoof grabbed hers.

"Ma, I... I don't know if I can sleep now." He looked at the tent in the sheets. "Can you..?"

"Work before play, Mac, you know that," she said. His lips trembled. She sighed. "Give me your pillow."

He gave her his pillow and she placed it on the floor. She sat down and placed her hoof on the tent in the sheets. He started humping against her hoof through the sheets hard enough to make the bed frame squeak. "Quietly!" she whispered at him. He tried his best to restrain himself. "You're cleaning your own sheets tomorrow."

"Mhmm!" he agreed.

After barely another minute, she could see him flaring under his sheets. A dark spot of dampness quickly spread, soaking the linen and his fur. She didn't want to admit how intoxicating it smelled. Least of all to herself. "Feel better?" He nodded. "Okay, Mommy's almost done too..." Her other hoof between her legs rubbed a little fasted and she bit her lip to stifle her moan as she came and her thighs squeezed the pillow. She took a deep breath and steadied herself to stand up. She picked up his pillow to give back to him. Part of her expected him to be revolted. But he just rolled over and buried his face into the damp pillow, humping against his mattress with a fresh erection.

"Thanks, Mom!" he said.

"Remember, work hard and you can have the real thing."

"I will!"

Pear Butter set a plate of breakfast at the table as Bright Mac sat down. He ate with his usual efficiency next to Pear Butter before giving Mac's vacant seat another disappointed glare.

"I'll go wake him," Pear said as he finished eating. She walked back upstairs, finding Mac bedroom vacant. His bed had been stripped bare. She smirked and went back downstairs expecting to see him outside at the wash basin.

But instead, his linen was already hung, drying. Just beyond the sheets, Bright Mac stood slack-jawed at the edge of the east field, looking at all the rows of tilled dirt. On a post at the end of each section was tied the empty seed bags that had already been spread. The broken earth laid folded back over upon itself to cover the seeds, darkened with the dampness of a fresh watering.

The amber waves of hay grass were gone, shorn flat to the ground. Though barely a half dozen lay stacked outside of the barn. One of which had a long plank laid over it. On one end was a bale. At the other end, a red stallion jumped on it to catapult the bale up into the loft before loading the next one.

Big Mac wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead and looked at his father just as dawn broke. "Good morning sleepyhead. You've missed the best part of the day!" He jumped on the plank again and sent the next bale flying into the loft window. Pear Butter walked over to join them. Big Mac smiled. There was no way his father would be able to catch up to his head start. Though just to be safe, "Hey Dad, I think I've got it from here. Why don't you take the day off?" Pear smirked. She knew what he was trying to do.

She nudged Bright Mac. "Well? Isn't this what you wanted?"

Bright looked around the perimeter of the farm, trying to see who else Mac must have put up to this, but saw none. "You did all this?" he asked dubiously.

Mac nodded. "Eeyup."

Bright squinted his eyes. "Impressive, if true."

"Mama didn't raise no liar," Mac said.

Bright stepped closer and looked at his eyes. "You ain't been chewing cocoa leaves have you?"

"No, sir."

"Dear..." Pear pulled Bright away, "Just be proud."

"Fine. I'm proud."

Pear Butter tugged him along back to the farmhouse. "Come on. Let's go enjoy your day off."

"The north field needs to get plowed before week's end!" Bright said over his shoulder.

"I'm sure it will be," Pear said, looking back at Mac with a wink. She lowered her voice to whisper to Bright. "For today, I have something else for you to plow..."

Bright Mac just held onto the bed frame as his wife rode him like a bronco.

"Land's sake, Buttercup! This spring heat really been that bad? You ain't been this hard up to rut since our honeymoon!"

"I told you, I want to fill the farm with new foals!" she moaned.

"You really want to have another foal?" Bright asked. Pear Butter's memory flitter back to giving birth. "Mac nearly split you in half like a piece of timber!"

Twice.

Pear's body quivered at the more recent memory as her orgasm rocked through her body. The rhythmic pulses and squeezes of her pussy were more than enough to send him over the edge. "Buttercup!" Pear smiled in satisfaction as she felt him cum inside her. Both from her own climax, and from the success of her plan. Now Bright would never doubt that the foal was his.

The north field got plowed. Plowed, seeded and watered.

"Who's he trying to impress?" Bright said, watching his son work from the kitchen window before breakfast was even served.

"Oh, probably some filly," Granny Smith mused. "Ain't seen a stallion work so hard since you was courting Pear. Prolly that little ginger gal from the farm across the way. Carrot Top was it?"

"Golden Harvest," Pear said, happy to add to the misdirection. "I think Mac met her down at the farmers' market."

Bright chuckled. "Ha! That figures! Just like his Pa."

Bright was more right than he knew, Pear Butter thought as she sipped her apple juice.

The last hay field got shorn, tied into bales, and thrown into the loft window.

"All that's left is to stack the rest of the bales in the loft," Big Mac said, giving his mother a pointed look when Bright wasn't paying attention.

It was clear what he was implying. And as promised, he had given her four days in a row of out-working his father, leaving Bright the time and the energy for Pear, to leave no doubt in his mind regarding her foal. But a deal was a deal.

"You've been working hard all week Mac," she said. "I can help you with that in the loft while your father finishes plowing the south field." That suited Bright just fine.

Mac, on the other hoof, was looking forward to plowing an entirely different 'south field'. Arriving at the ladder, Mac waved for her to go ahead.

"Ladies first," he said

"Oh, such a gentlecolt."

Pear climbed the ladder up to the loft and Mac followed her. She had barely reached the top of the ladder before Mac was all the way up under her tail, practically burying his whole snout into her marehood, eating her out like it was the only meal he'd had all day. Given that he had been working outside since before breakfast, it very well could have been.

Pear's legs trembled and she struggled to keep her balance. Her hoof slipped but he caught her fall, with his face. Her hind legs struggled to find the rungs of the ladder, but he carried her weight as he climbed, pushing her up into the loft. She tumbled forward into the loose hay littering the loft floor and rolled onto her back. Mac appeared atop the ladder not a second later, closing their distance in an instant.

She could clearly remember just how primal Bright had been when they first became carnal lovers. When Mac's hooves grabbed her legs, she braced herself for him to pin her down where she was and get straight to rutting. For her flexibility, her ankles were nearly back to her cheeks. But rather than dick her down aggressively in a breeding press, he shifted his hooves to hold her thighs and leaned down to go back to licking her pussy.

He only paused to visit each of her teats, suckling as he once had before. But with the time of disuse since, they had become much smaller. He barely got a mouthful of her milk from the both of them. He was disappointed, yes, but not as much as he had expected to be for his last time. It was of little consequence now that his tastes had evolved to something far more delicious. He moved back down to licking her pussy with renewed appreciation.

From her position, she couldn't see it very well, but she could definitely hear his meaty erection slapping against his belly. She could hear how hard he was. He had already licked her pussy enough to get her plenty wet enough for intercourse, but he didn't immediately start rutting as soon as he was able. He seemed content to just keep licking up and down along her pussy. Occasionally flicking her winking clitoris and probing his tongue inside her.

She had done what she could to clean herself after each session with his father. But she hadn't been down to the river for a proper cleaning since their most recent time the previous evening. She didn't want to break his eager spirit in knowing that there might still be some. But if there was, he sure didn't seem to notice. By some combination of instinct and reading her body language, Mac was able to intuit what seemed to make his mother feel good. Pear winced as he sucked on her clitoris. Her hooves reached between her thighs to grab his mane.

He stopped, expecting her to push him away, that this dream, too good to be true, would be pulled out from under his hooves. But she didn't push him away. As soon as he stopped, her grip on his hair relaxed, but held his head where it was. He started again and she gently guided him a bit lower to give her clit a break from his tongue. He was plenty happy to keep probing inside her vagina. Her hooves pulled his face against her marehood harder, mashing her clit with his snout. She rocked her hips against his nose and he picked up the hint that she was putting down. He wrapped his hooves around her thighs and kept licking as he pressed his nose against her clit firmly, letting her rock her hips back against him. She could feel a familiar pressure building up inside her again.

She felt a pang of panic.

On the night of her wedding, Pear Butter was awash with emotions. Her father had abandoned her to the Apple family. But just the same, the Apple family accepted her. At least as much as Granny Smith was capable of at the time. And being married as they were, she couldn't rightly object to them consummating their marriage.

After everything that had happened, Pear felt safe in her new husband's embrace, looking up at him as he looked at her. Freed from the anxiety of being found out. She could reach that special place where she could finally relax and just enjoy making love. She could release all of her pent up stress and worry, and just let go.

"Bright!" she moaned as he hit that special spot inside her. Her whole body quivered as she felt the most intense orgasm of her young life. A jet of her marecum spurted out of her pussy, splashing against the fur of his chest.

"What in Tartarus!?" he balked. "Did you just wet the bed!?"

"I... I don't know!" Pear covered her face with her hooves. It didn't feel like she had wet the bed, but she couldn't deny the warm wetness spreading through the sheets under her. "I'm sorry!"

She could feel Bright going soft inside her. He managed to finish, if only just barely. Then it was a long, awkward evening of washing the bed linen and her sleeping on the couch. He still slept on the guest cot next to her. He never teased her or held it against her. But she still felt mortified about what had happened. Even if it was the best orgasm she'd ever had. From then on she kept herself more restrained when she felt that sensation.

That familiar sensation welled up inside Pear as Mac licked her pussy and pressed his nose against her clit. She tried to stop him, but her hooves trembled and her grip on his mane faltered. She tried to say something to warn him, but her words became a jumbled mess of guttural vowels as every wire in her brain cross-fired. The knot in her belly twisted itself up tighter and tighter until at last-

"Ah!" she gasped. She couldn't stop herself. Her hips bucked up off the floor, but he just held on and went along for the ride, keeping his mouth firmly planted, cupping her vulva as she came. Her eyes started to water with tears of shame as she came hard. She could feel herself squirting straight into his mouth. Her heart raced with fresh terror, expecting him to be revolted with her.

But he didn't. If anything he just held on harder. She could hear him audibly gulping, and felt the muscles of his mouth flexing on her pussy as he did, practically trying to suck as much as he could out of her as she kept spurting. Not that she had any control in the matter, but she obliged him, filling his mouth as fast as he could swallow until he had practically sucked her dry.

When at last her orgasm faded, the muscles in her body finally went limp and she flopped back onto the loft floor. Her eyes could barely focus as she looked up at him. He licked his lips as he looked down at her winking clit. "So it is like another nipple. But with apple juice instead of milk."

Pear Butter hardly processed the words as he shifted himself closer, leaning his weight on her legs in a proper breeding press and pushing the tip of his dick against her marehood. His experience had given him a much better understanding of where to aim. She only needed to wiggle her hips just slightly before she felt the tip pop inside her. He flexed his hips and let gravity press his body down into her. Though he just barely got his medial ring inside before he felt himself bottom out.

Pear grunted in discomfort as she felt him hit her cervix, pushing her uterus up against her lungs and quite literally knocking the wind out of her. She put her hoof to his chest, stopping him from going any further. He saw the pained look on her face and backed off in surprise. He had been able to fit the whole thing inside her before. Why not now?

"Let me..." she directed, pushing his hooves off of her pinned thighs. He let go of her legs and she was able to unfold herself and relax. But the new angle for Mac was less than optimal. He reached underneath her with his hoof, lifting her butt up off the floor just enough to make it work. With another shift of his body, he leaned forward and was able to comfortably slide his entire length inside his mother.

"I love you," Mac said. He meant to say that he loved this feeling, but his words that he had said to her so many times before were no less true.

Pear smiled at her son. "I love you too." Her smile reflected his as they shared the same expression of satisfaction. Pear, still in her post-orgasmic bliss, and Mac, hilted inside her after thinking that it could never happen again. He hugged her close, afraid to ever let her go again.

"I love... this," he said more specifically.

"I know." She hugged him back. "I know you do." Her words were of understanding, but were no less bittersweet in his ears. She could feel his breath hitch in his throat.

"Do you... not?" he asked nervously.

She hugged him a little tighter. "I do, Mac, but you know we can't keep doing this," she said. "I'm your mother. We shouldn't be doing this together."

"It can stay our secret!" Mac protested.

Pear could feel her son's tears against her cheek. "It's not fair to your father." She could feel his muscles tense for a moment at the mention of Bright, but then he relaxed.

"I know," he said.

She brushed his mane with her hoof as she hugged him. "Let's just... let's just enjoy it, This one last time." She lifted her legs to squeeze his hips as she rolled her own, coaxing him to get started. He started humping, slowly, making just small movements before stopping again. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"I don't... I don't want to go and finish if this is gonna be the last time. I just wanna stay like this, with you forever. I don't want this to be the last time."

"I know sweetie," she said. "I don't either. But it has to be this way or else somepony is going to get hurt. Do you understand?" Mac sniffled, but nodded against her neck.

"Eeyup."

She squeezed him again. "Come on now. Mommy needs you to rut her." She could feel his cheeks swell with a grin at her words. He lifted himself back up above her.

"Mom, can I... can we kiss?"

Pear blushed. "I... I suppose so, sweetie. We're already having sex."

Mac leaned down and kissed her. She pursed her lips and kissed him back. Mac opened his mouth and used his tongue, the way he had seen his father do with her when they didn't know he was looking. She was surprised but for only a moment. She kissed him back in kind, trying to guide him by example with her own tongue.

His hips started moving again. His breathing came faster through his nostrils against her cheek until he needed to break the kiss. He panted above her as his pace quickened and slowed, in a desperate battle between giving into his raw lust, and his desire to prolong this final union with her for as long as possible.

Pear could not keep the goofy grin from her face. She hadn't minced words when she said that she did enjoy this. Stars above, she loved it. She loved how it felt. She loved that it was him, even as she knew how wrong it was. He was such a naturally good lover. Not to mention how well-hung he was even at his age.

"I love you! I love you!" he panted faster.

"I love you too, baby!" she said. "You're making Mommy feel so good!" His thrust became more erratic and she felt him start to flare inside her. "Ooh, just a little mo-oh-OH!" She moaned as she came again. Just like the last time, he kept fucking her right through it. But her pussy squeezing and milking his dick was the last straw.

"M-Mommy!" he cried out, as he pushed it as deep as he could. She could feel him twitching and throbbing inside her again. Each pulse made his shaft swell as he pumped each load deep inside her. But now that her womb was occupied, the way was sealed. Thick though his dick was, the pressure forced his cum to spurt out of her stretched pussy, making a puddle on the floor.

They looked into each others eyes in their shared ecstasy, each committing this moment to their memory.
Since this was their last time together.
Pear quivered in the aftershocks of their shared orgasm.
This was definitely the last time.

That was what Pear Butter told herself.

Big Mac continued to work hard on the farm. He kept trying to work harder than his father, hoping beyond all hope that his mother would honor the deal they had once made. But as much as he wanted it, as much as they both wanted it, no amount of work, begging or pleading would stray her from her resolve.

Though the virtue of a job well done was its own reward, without motivation of a tangible prize of working extra hard, Big Mac burned himself out. It wasn't long before things were back to normal. Or at least how they had once seemed to be. Big Mac worked, but Bright Mac worked harder. Up with the sun and early to bed, tired and worn out. And Pear Butter laying beside her sleeping husband, silently questioning if this was really better.

Of course it was, she reasoned. She only needed to motivate Mac to get some time with Bright to pull off this ruse. And now that was done, things were back to how they should be. To want more was just her being selfish. The only place for her selfishness was at the kitchen table, taking a second helping. After all, she was eating for two now. And she wouldn't be able to hide it for much longer...

Bright Mac stood proudly beside his wife. Pear Butter rubbed her round belly, "You're going to have a little brother or sister," she said to her son.

"Really?" he asked.

She nodded. "Some time at the end of next winter," she said.

"Good thing, too," Bright said. "We'll need all the extra hooves we can get once those orchard saplings mature."

After a day of relatively light work, Bright Mac laid in bed without immediately falling asleep. Pear Butter joined him, giving him very un-subtle bedroom eyes.

"What?" he asked.

"Well, I was just thinking that we could..." she trailed off as her hoof rubbed his sheath. He looked at her and then at her belly.

"No offense Buttercup, but if I was a chubby chaser like Carrot, I'd have married Chiffon."

Offense was taken.

"Fine. I can just turn off the light and you don't have to look," she said.

"I'm just worried about the foal," he said.

"I know you'll be gentle," she assured him.

"No I mean, what if it's another colt?" he asked. "Me putting my dick in there and exposing him to that? He's gonna end up another stallion stuffer!"

"What!?"

"Well, I ain't seen Mac courting that Carrot Top filly from the market. Or that Bon Bon gal. None of 'em. So it's either that or you having him on your teat so long making him a soft mama's colt." Pear's swollen teats ached at their mention. "Let's just get that foal outta you and then we can give it another go. Ain't no point to now, already carrying as you are." He rolled over and went to sleep.

No point!?

Pear held her tongue to spare a fight. She sat up in the bed and just thought about how many more months she'd have to wait. She stood up and shuffled down the hallway towards the stairs. She passed by Big Mac's room and paused briefly. She bit her lip and fought with every ounce of her willpower to keep walking.

She gathered what she needed and sat awkwardly at the kitchen table in the dark, holding the wide-mouth bottle to her teat to start expressing her milk. Her head turned with a start at the sound of the stairs creaking. Similar as he was to his father, she could still recognize her son's silhouette in the dim moonlight.

"Mom?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah."

"You're up late."

"So are you," she said.

"Couldn't sleep. Came down to get something to drink. What are you..?" he started to ask as he walked around to her side of the table. He could see the awkward position she was in, trying to reach around her belly to deal with her teats.

"Milking myself. They ache when they're full," she said plainly.

"Do you want help?" he asked. It wasn't a coy attempt at seduction. It was a sincere offer to help his mother with a task.

Pear wanted to immediately object. But every part of her ached from being hunched over in the hard wooden chair. And she was too tired from the day to argue with the offer. She just silently held out the bottle to him. He took it and looked at her teats, just barely visible from under her belly at that angle.

"Come on," He held out his hoof to help her up.

She hesitated. "Mac, where-?"

"The couch," he answered. She had considered the more comfortable furniture, but worried about staining the upholstery.

"Okay, but just don't spill," she said as she stood up.

"Don't worry. I won't."

She settled onto the couch and was able to lean back more comfortably, giving him room to see what he was doing.

"Just hold the bottle against it and... and squeeze a little," she instructed.

Not that Mac needed any direction. He pressed the rounded opening of the bottle over her nipple and lightly squeezed her teat. A thin white jet of her milk sprayed into the bottle. He paused and held it up to look at it.

She looked towards the sink in the kitchen, "I usually just dump-" Mac upturned the bottle and drank it in a single gulp. He licked his lips and savored the familiar flavor. "I... suppose that's fine too."

Mac pointed the top of the bottle at her nipple again but then just leaned forward to suckle.

Pear gasped in surprise but kept herself quiet. "Mac!" He suckled quickly before she could stop him. As expected, he felt her hoof grab his mane... but she didn't push him away. "Gently!"

Mac did as she said, easing his suckling, so grateful that he almost cried. His hoof pressed her teat as he sucked, making sure to get every last drop before quickly moving to the other one, still anxious that this could end at any moment. It was reassuring to hear her sighs of relief as he expressed the milk from her uncomfortably-full teats, making sure they were both completely drained.

Mac looked at her deflated teats and smacked his lips in satisfaction, pleased with a job well done. To his credit, he did a much better job than Pear could have done with her hoof alone. His eyes drifted lower as he shifted her leg aside, causing her to turn and lay horizontally on the couch. He could see the dampness of her neglected marehood shimmer in the moonlight. He licked his lips and leaned down.

"Mac..." her hoof gripped his mane a little tighter in a half-hearted protest. She sucked in a breath as she felt his tongue lap up along and into her puffy vulva, lightly flicking her clitoris. Her last shred of willpower forced her words, "You- your father..."

Mac paused. "Dad should be doing this," he said. "You're down here in the dark all on your lonesome." He looked at the milk bottle on the coffee table in the dark living room. "He should be taking care of you." He looked back at her desperate pussy. "But he ain't!"

"Mac-" Pear wanted to object but her words failed her as her son went back to licking her pussy for the first time since he last did it. She wanted to tell him that he was wrong in a lot of ways. But in a lot of ways... ways that she didn't want to admit, even to herself, he was right. Her thighs clamped together on his head as he body trembled. "M-Mac!" She bit her hoof to stifle her moan as she came. It wasn't the earth-shattering climax that he had given her last time. Which was just as well to spare the furniture and the ponies sleeping upstairs.

But Mac kept his promise, and didn't spill a drop.

"I've missed you," he said. "Missed this."

"Me too," she admitted. As she watched him stand up, she could see the silhouette of his massive erection underneath him. Pear's voice was trembling in the aftershocks of her orgasm as she struggled to keep herself to a whisper. "Mac, we can't!" She could tell if he didn't hear her or if he was ignoring her, but he didn't flinch. "N-not here anyway. Not tonight!" His nostrils flared and his erection throbbed underneath him and she worried that he might force himself upon her just the same.

"..."

"I know," he said simply.

He extended his hoof to help her sit up and get off the couch. Once on her hooves he silently escorted her back upstairs. Shuffling quietly down the hallway he stopped outside of his bedroom and held her hoof. He gave her a pointed look. She shook her head, and silently mouthed, "We can't."

Mac grit his teeth but swallowed back his disappointment. He just nodded in understanding and let go of her hoof. He walked to his bed and was about to get in when Pear tapped on his shoulder. He turned to look at her but she motioned for him to move aside. She walked past him and grabbed his pillow. She placed it on the floor and sat on it while she reached under her belly to rub herself.

She only struggled for a moment before he squatted behind her. With a better angle, he was able to reach what she needed. He hugged her from behind as he rubbed her pussy. She could feel his stiff erection throbbing between his belly and her back. She could just imagine how it would feel to have it back inside her again.

He held her tight as he body shuddered again, leaving a large damp spot in his pillow. In his embrace, he felt movement. Movement inside her belly. He moved around her quickly to press his cheek against her belly. He felt it again. Pear brushed his mane with her hoof. Filly or colt, they could both tell the foal was destined to be an all-star apple-bucker.

He helped her stand again and he picked up the pillow, pressing his face into it before putting it back on his bed. "Thanks," he whispered, kissing her goodnight. She smiled and kissed him back. With tongue.

"We really really need to stop doing this," Pear panted, feeling her sons cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

Big Mac snorted, hugging her very gravid belly as he humped carefully. Pear was at the point now where she couldn't even climb the ladder to the hay loft. But that didn't stop them from finding a secluded spot in the back of the barn once everypony was asleep.

"I really mean it this time," she said. "Once the foal is here-" her words were cut off as she felt him flare and start to cum inside her. He grunted as he flooded her pussy to overflowing. They both took a moment to collect their senses. "And that could be any day now. So this... you have to be ready to accept that this could be our last time."

Though he had heard those words before, he actually accepted them now. He wasn't oblivious to the foal-making process anymore. Though while the stallions of the house still genuinely believed this foal was his father's, he now understood the risk of continuing. He sighed as he started to soften. He slowly pulled out, letting the rest of his cum pour out of his mother's pussy. "I know."

She hugged him.

He hugged her back.

Author's Note

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The Passed

Author's Note

It is at once a tragic fate and merciful ignorance
that so rarely anypony knows when their last time
is going to be their last time.

The Passed

Big Macintosh stood at the kitchen window, watching Lil Mac play outside after, what was almost certainly, his last time nursing from Sugar Belle's teats. "I sure wish I didn't know now, what I didn't know then."

"What was that?" Sugar Belle asked as she rubbed the soreness from her tender teats.

"Nothing," Big Mac said. "Just seeing him with you like that... just got me thinking about Ma."

Sugar Belle nodded solemnly and looked over at the framed photo of his parents on the wall. "I wish I could have met them. I know Apple Bloom doesn't remember them either. Such a shame, especially after hearing the way you talk about them. Your mother especially."

Big Mac's lip trembled for a moment, but he got it under control before Sugar Belle could see.

But she saw.

"Should we... go visit the trees?" she asked.

The orchard had many, many trees. But she didn't need to be any more specific for Mac to understand. He nodded. They went outside to get Lil Mac and they took a walk to the edge of the farm, to the pair of fruit trees, apple and pear, entwined together.

"Story time?" Lil Mac asked. His father didn't talk much, unless it was story time. And here, at the twisted trees, he told the best stories.

"Eeyup."

After little Applejack was born, the new foal meant even more work for everypony on the farm, and even less free time. And less energy to even enjoy that free time. It was just as well for Big Mac, he decided. Better to be too tuckered to even want to indulge in his old desires. Not that they ever went away. Not really. But he had made a promise to his mother, and he was a stallion of his word.

And a stallion he was, as he caught his reflection in the window. Gone was the scrawny frame of a little colt from a few years ago. He was very nearly as tall as his father now, and the two could have easily been mistaken for brothers. The memories of confusing passion became more distant to Big Mac and his mother as they felt more and more like a normal family again.

As the months and seasons fell off the calendar, Applejack grew up into a fine filly on the cusp of becoming a strong young mare. But much like her mother was at her age, she was headstrong, stubborn, and defiant.

"Maybe I don't want to be a farm pony!" Applejack said. "I ain't even gotten my cutie mark yet. Who knows what it could be? I could still be anything!"

"I reckon we'll find out this summer," Bright Mac said. "Thought for sure it'd be last year."

"Have you thought about what you want for your Cuteceanera?" Pear Butter asked.

"I wanna go to Manehattan!" Applejack said. "The way Aunt and Uncle Orange talked about the big city when they visited last fall, I want to and see it for myself!"

"I meant more like what kind of snacks you want at the party," Pear said.

"Oh." Applejack's face fell. "I guess some Crisscross Moss Applesauce would be nice."

Big Mac nodded. "Yeah! That was good last year for the Summer Sun Celebration!"

Bright Mac scratched his chin. "It'd be about a week round trip to go get some from the Hayseed Swamp. And we'd have to get it now to be sugared about the same time as last year."

"All the plowing and seeding is done," Pear said. "They can handle the watering while we're gone."

"And the weeding!" Bright reminded Big Mac.

"Eeyup."

"Alright. We can pack a couple bags and set off tomorrow," Bright decided.

After seeing their parents off, Applejack packed a bag of her own.

"And where do you think you're going?" Big Mac asked.

"I don't want to spend my life on a muddy old apple farm," Applejack said. "I want to live the sophisticated life. I want to try my luck in the most cosmopolitan city in all of Equestria! Then I'll find out who I'm meant to be."

"No you ain't!" Big Mac said, blocking the doorway.

"Like hay I ain't!" she shouted, trying to shove her way past him.

"What's all this ruckus!?" Granny Smith asked as she walked through the house.

"AJ is trying to run away!" Mac said.

"Nuh uh!" Applejack defended.

Granny Smith looked at Applejack's transient luggage with tired eyes and then at Mac. "And you're gonna stop her?"

"Eeyup!"

Granny hadn't the strength to stop Applejack, nor energy to argue. All she had left was her wisdom from trying to force a pony away from their passion. Try as she had, she could not keep her son from marrying a Pear. Not that she regretted the failure. She loved her family.

"Are you fixing to watch her every hour all night and day?" Granny asked.

"Eeyu-uh, what?" Big Mac asked.

"She seems like she's got her mind made up," Granny said, pointing at the bag. "So unless your gonna guard her from ever leaving, she's gonna go just as soon as you sleep or look away. And I'd rather that she go prepared than not."

Granny grabbed a pen and wrote down some information for Applejack.

"I ain't having you sleeping under a bridge like some kinda troll. This is the address for your Aunt and Uncle Orange. If in you really intend to go, you go straight there. Stay with them for your visit. You get yourself sorted, and you keep in touch. And always remember that you have a home here in Ponyville."

"You just let Auntijack leave?" Lil Mac asked.

Big Mac nodded. "Granny knew that your Auntiejack would find her way home. It just took a few days in the city for her to get that wanderlust outta her system. Granny knew that staying on the farm had to be AJ's choice, or else she'd resent us for being made to stay. Granny Smith and I were there to welcome her home."

"Oh. What about Gramma Buttercup and Grampa Bright?" Lil Mac asked. His eyes followed Big Mac's, looking up at the twisted trees.

Big Mac pursed his lips. "It was just after AJ had come home and gotten her cutie mark. We got a letter from them saying they'd gotten sick and they were gonna be delayed. They said they'd orange spots in their fur and they were coughing bubbles. We didn't find out until years later that it was Swamp Fever, when we found these." He motioned to the trees. "And now it's all we have to remember them by."

"Oh... What about Auntie Bloom?" Lil Mac asked.

"What?"

"Where was Auntie Bloom?" Lil Mac asked. "If Gramma and Grampa died, er, turned into trees, then where was Auntie Bloom?"

Big Mac gave Sugar Belle a nervous look. "Oh... uh... I got it mixed up. It was after Apple Bloom was born that all that other stuff happened!" he stammered. "She was there. Born already."

The simple answer seemed satisfactory to Lil Mac. "Oh. Okay."

"I've got some winners right here!" Big Mac said, pulling the cart up to the farm house from the pumpkin patch. Three of them were perfect to make jack-o-lanterns. The last one was enormous, and was sure to get a ribbon at the Nightmare Night harvest fair.

Applejack and Sugar Belle helped Lil Mac make his jack-o-lantern while Big Mac delivered his prized gourd to the fair. Applejack did most of the messy work with the pumpkin seeds to spare Sugar Belle's witch costume.

On his way back to the farm, Big Mac made a detour to visit the twisted trees and parked the cart.

"Hey Ma," he greeted the pear tree. He looked at the apple tree wrapped around it. "And Pa." He focused mostly on the pear tree. "Been thinking about you a lot lately. What with telling Lil Mac all those stories." Mac looked at the pear tree and blushed. "Course, not everything, though." His dick poked out of his sheath at the lurid memories. He could almost feel his father's disapproving glare coming from the apples. "Sorry, Pa. Though I 'spose that don't count for much anymore."

Big Mac hugged the pear tree. "Miss you, Ma," he said. He moved around to the other side of the tree to stand in front of a particularly yonic-shaped hollow in the trunk and he started to clop himself. He could almost feel her warm embrace around him in his memory as he moved his hoof faster to get himself to an expedient climax. The tip of his shaft flared and he arced several ropes of his cum into the opening of the pear tree.

Once he was finished, his shaft wilted and so did he. No matter how many times he had had done this, it never felt as good as he hoped it would. And the shame he felt afterwards never got less intense.

Walking back up to the farmhouse, Big Mac could see the jack-o-lanterns were already glowing on the front doorstep. Lil Mac was probably already in his costume and raring to go trick-or-treating. Sure enough, Lil' Mac was adorned with apple tree branches and leaves.

"You an apple tree?" Big Mac asked.

"Nu uh! I'm a Timberwolf!" Lil Mac said with a roar.

"Ooh, scary!" Big Mac said.

There was a knock at the door. It was Lil Cheese in a duck costume and Pinkie Pie in a goose costume. "Who's ready to go trick or treating!?" she said, bouncing up and down.

"Can I go trick or treating with Cheesy and Auntie Pinkie this year?" Lil Mac asked.

"Okay, but don't be out past midnight," Sugar Belle said. "Or else you'll turn into a pumpkin and Nightmare Moon will eat you!"

"Nuh uh!" Lil Mac said. "That's just a pretend story to scare little foals!"

"Can Mac do a sleepover?" Lil Cheese asked.

"Yeah, can I?" Lil Mac asked.

Big Mac looked at Sugar Belle and shrugged. "Sure."

"Yay!"

After they left, Big Mac sat at the kitchen table and sighed. As much as he usually enjoyed spending Nightmare Night with his son, he was quite relieved to not have to walk all over Ponyville again this year.

"A nice quiet night in," he said to Sugar. Though the lanterns were lit, there was just a small bowl of candy left outside the door in case anypony wanted to make the long journey all the way up to the farmhouse. Everypony usually just stayed in town.

"Is there anything you'd like to do?" Sugar asked. "Maybe we could watch a scary movie."

"Actually, I was thinking..." Applejack said, carrying a small box into the kitchen, and setting it on the table.

Sugar Belle looked at it. "What's... oh you eye jaah?"

"Ouija," Applejack said. "Every Nightmare Night, after Apple Bloom was asleep, Mac and I would try to talk to Mom and Dad's ghosts. Of course, it never really worked. I think it was more of a coping thing for us."

Big Mac nodded, "Eeyup."

"But once Apple Bloom got older, and you and Lil Mac came along," Applejack continued, "Seemed strange to pull you into something so personal. So Nightmare Night became more about the living than the dead." She frowned. "But now what with Granny and Grand Pear gone..." Sugar looked a little nervous. "Sorry, I didn't mean to try to pull you into our weird little tradition,"

"No, it's okay," Sugar said. "I... I actually feel honored to be a part of your family like that."

Mac smiled. "You did say that you wished you could have talked to Ma."

She shrugged. "Okay, sure. How does this even work?" she asked.

Applejack opened the box and explained the board and the scrying planchette. "We ask them questions and the piece moves to the answer... At least, that's how its supposed to work."

"Mostly we would just end up talking to each other about Mom and Dad," Big Mac said.

"Well, that's fine too. Still, we can try." Sugar Belle said, still dressed like a witch. "Do we do, like a spell or something?"

"First we all hold hooves and do the invitation," Mac said.

"Invocation," Applejack corrected as she lit some candles. Applejack and Big Mac extended their hooves to Sugar.

"Yeah. That," Mac said. "And then we all hold the pointer thing and wait for it to move."

"You move it?" Sugar asked.

"N-no it..." Mac tried to say.

"It's supposed to move on it's own," Applejack said as honestly as she could by avoiding the question.

"Ah." Sugar Belle finally understood. "Right." She joined hooves with them.

"It's uh, been a little while since we've done this." Applejack cleared her throat. "Oh, spirits of Nightmare night! We invoke your magic and ask you to send to us the lost souls of Bright Mac and Buttercup!

"I thought your mother's name was Pear Butter," Sugar said.

"I- I mean, yeah, I guess," Applejack said.

"I would just think that using their correct names would be really important with this sort of thing," Sugar Belle said. "Might be why it's never worked before?"

"That... could be true, I suppose," Applejack said, feeling that same faint flutter of hope in the pit of her stomach that Big Mac felt. She started over, "Oh, spirits of Nightmare night! We invoke your magic and ask you to send to us the lost souls of Bright Mac and Pear Butter! Taken too soon from this mortal world! Let them return on this night to speak with their children who miss them dearly!"

They all placed their hooves on the planchette and waited.

"We invoke the spirit of Bright Mac!" Applejack repeated.

"We invoke the spirit of Pear Butter," Big Mac said.

"If you are here in spirit, let your presence be known," Applejack said. They waited for the planchette to move.

Sugar Belle looked back and forth between them, waiting for the right moment. She needed to sell it just a little more. "Is that how you call for them?" She asked. They both looked at her. "I mean, is that how you would have called for them? In life? It just seems a little... I don't know, stilted. I would think that you would call out to their spirit like they were in the next room."

Applejack was starting to have second thoughts about including Sugar Belle. But Big Mac seemed to agree.

"Bright Mac, are you there?" Applejack asked.

"Lil Mac doesn't call me Sugar Belle."

Applejack suddenly felt very vulnerable. "... Daddy? Are you here? I... I'd really like to talk to you."

The planchette started to move. It drifted slowly, but steadily towards the YES circle on the board.

"You're moving it!" Applejack accused Big Mac.

"I ain't!"

"Don't look at me," Sugar said. It stopped moving. "You have to believe in it for it to work."

"Since when are you a séance expert?" Applejack asked.

"I mean magic in general," she said. "You have to want to believe."

Applejack blinked back her frustration and swallowed her cynicism. "I do want this to work," she said honestly.

Sugar Belle made a big flourish of her hooves. "Now let's dispel this negative energy and start over," she said, resetting the board. "Call out to them, and speak honestly from your feelings." They placed their hooves on the planchette.

"I really do wish my Dad was here," Applejack told Sugar Belle. "Especially since Granny passed, what I would give to just be held by him, to feel his love, and to just know that everything was going to be okay." A tear dripped from her cheek onto the board.

"I miss Mom," Big Mac said. "The last time that we..." The thought stayed in his thought bubble. "The last time we hugged," he said, "I wish I knew it was going to be our last time. I would have... I would have never stopped. I would have never let you go. I..." Big Mac choked up as his tears dripped onto the board. "I really wish you were here."

Out in the dark orchard, his seed, spilled in love, was absorbed into the pear tree.

The planchette began to glow under their hooves.

"Mom!?" Big Mac cried. "Is that you!?"

The planchette slid with their hooves across the board to YES.

"You're moving it," Applejack said.

"I'm not," Sugar said.

Big Mac ignored them. "Mom!? I miss you!"

The planchette moved to the letters.

I-C-U

"I C U..? I see you. You see me!?" he asked. The planchette moved.

YES

"Mom! I love you!"

L-U-V-U

Big Mac started sobbing.

"Land's sake, Sugar, you're making him cry!" Applejack said.

"AJ, don't bring negative energy!"

She pulled her hooves back and slapped away theirs. "I can see it glowing plain as day! If it's real then where's my dad!?" She slammed her hoof on the table, making the planchette flip off of the board and hit Big Mac in the forehead before clattering back on the table.

Big Mac grabbed it and placed it back on the board desperately. "Mom!? Mom! Please come back!" he cried. It started to glow again.

"Consarnit Sugar!" Applejack shouted, pulling the witch hat off of Sugar Belle's head, revealing her glowing horn.

Sugar's eyes crossed as she looked up at her own horn. "But I'm not-"

A bright flash filled the room and Sugar Belle froze as still as a statue. Her eyes were pools of bright glowing white and her horn thrummed with power. Another pulse of energy blasted from her horn and all three of them fell backwards out of their chairs.

The Presence

Applejack was the first to recover, getting to her hooves to help Big Mac wake and stand up.

"What happened?" he asked.

"I think Sugar Belle went a little overboard with her light show," she said, helping the unicorn up.

"Ugh... headache..." Sugar Belle groaned. She shuffled her way over to the living room couch and flopped onto it. "Just... five more minutes," she mumbled, before promptly snoring.

"I guess she'll be fine here for the night," Applejack said before returning to the kitchen to put the board away. "That's enough fun for one night, anyway. About time you and I call it, too."

"Eeyup," Mac agreed, walking carefully up the stairs.

"There you go," Applejack said, heaving him onto his bed. "I'll check on Sugar later. Just get some rest."

"You too," he said, laying back in his pillow to close his eyes.

Applejack walked back out into the dark hallway. The last one awake, she felt oddly alone.

...and also, oddly not alone.

She stepped into the bathroom to splash some water on her face. From the corner of her eye she could swear she saw movement in the mirror.

She spun on her hoof to see who it was. "Sugar!?" she said into the darkness. "Mac?" No reply came. She looked over the hallway railing to see Sugar Belle was still laying on the couch. "Dashie!? If this is one of your jump-scare pranks, I am not in the mood for your crap tonight!" She could hear groaning. She walked back down the hallway toward Big Mac's room.

He was writhing in his bed, and she could see the shape of another pony under the sheets. "What in tarnation!? Dash, I swear-"

Applejack pulled off the sheets, but there was nopony under them except Big Mac, asleep with his very hard dick pointing straight up. In his dresser mirror she could see through another pony's reflection.

Applejack's scream hitched in her throat and she tripped over her own hooves stumbling backwards to run away. In the mirror, she could see the other pony's reflection pounce upon her. She felt a cold sensation entering her, like she had just sat on a dildo made of ice, and it spread through her whole body like she had just chugged a barrel of ice slushy.

She gasped, and took a deep breath, as though she had been holding her breath for years. She looked down at her hooves and touched herself, feeling the heartbeat in her chest.

"So warm..." she whispered. She stood back up and looked at herself in the dresser mirror. She touched her face and smiled. She picked up the hoof mirror and turned around, flagging her tail to look at her backside in the mirror. She purred and set the hoof mirror back down on the dresser. She climbed into the bed and straddled Big Mac, feeling his erection pinned between their bodies.

She reached down between them with her hoof and moved his dick back between her legs, letting it poke up behind her, rubbing the side of his shaft against her marehood.

"Shh...Sugar?" Big Mac grumbled, still half-asleep. He looked up at Applejack's bright eyes looking back down at him with an almost predatory grin. He tried to sit up but she pinned him down with her hooves, and a strength beyond her mere leverage.

"Oh sweet child. Let's fill up the farm with new foals."

"A-Applejack?"

"Call me Mom instead."

"?!!!"

"You said you wanted me back. Well, here I am."

"AJ, what are you- This isn't... we can't-"

She put her hoof to his lips. "Shhh, hush now sweetie. This is all new to me too." She stood up and let his shaft slap against his belly before she sat back down in his lap. She held his erection in her hooves, holding it upright against her belly, and just admired it. "New, and yet... familiar."

"Wha- what!?"

She touched his cheek with her hoof and gave him a patronizing smile. "Oh, sweetie... It's a good thing you're cute." She went back to admiring his dick. "Among other things. I almost can't believe how well-hung you are now. You really have grown up since that first time I felt this in the hay loft." His eyes went even wider as the realization washed over him like a bucket of ice water. She smiled wider. "Yes. That's it. Look past these dull eyes of flesh and see me."

In the school of invocation magic, words are given magical power by the intent of the wielder. But some words have innate magical power. It's the way that someone recognizes their name called out among the din of a noisy crowd. And Big Macintosh uttered the name for god on the lips and hearts of all foals.

"Mom!?"

Pear Butter's ghost shivered within Applejack's body, making her every hair stand up for a moment. "Son! I've missed you!" She pressed her lips against Big Mac's and kissed him aggressively. He was still frozen in fear and surprise. But her coaxing got him to kiss her back. Nervously at first. At her first opportunity she started using her tongue. Despite how warm Applejack's body felt on top of him, he could still see the fog of his breath in the room around them.

"Wha- how?" he asked the question that was loudest in his mind.

She just gave him that warm, motherly smile he always saw her wear in his memories. "Oh, you tried so hard for years. And top marks for effort. But you needed a unicorn for actual magic." She shifted forward and rubbed her marehood along his shaft. "You really should thank Sugar for this, tomorrow. It wouldn't have been possible without her."

"Sugar!" He tried to get up again but she kept him pinned down.

"Sound asleep," she assured him.

"Why not her?" he asked.

She rolled her eyes. "What next? Are you going to ask me to possess the dog? It had to be an earth pony."

"But AJ-"

"Is technically sleepwalking," she said, looking at Applejack's reflection the mirror. "She's just riding along, having a very pleasant dream right now." She arched her back and stretched out her hooves as though she was wearing Applejack's body a like new dress. "And such a good fit!" Her grin returned as her hoof played with her pussy against his dick. "Besides, this should be familiar to you." His face turned a deeper shade of red and he looked away. "Oh, please. You think I haven't been watching over you two?" she said. "Especially when..." she trailed off and rubbed her pussy harder.

"It was... we don't..." he tried to defend. "That was a long time ago!"

"Kettle, meet pot..." her spirit teased, straddling her son.

"Mom..."

"And you really don't feel that way about her anymore?" she asked. "You don't miss..." she ran her hooves over Applejack's body, "... all this?" His dick throbbed harder against her marehood. She smiled. "I thought so."

"But she-"

"She wants you just as badly," she said, feeling how wet Applejack's pussy was. "Believe me, I know. But then you went and got married. So I can see why she feels jealous."

"I'm sorry!"

"Oh, sweetie, I'm not mad about that. You were just trying to be a good gentlecolt."

"Oh... okay..."

"But I am mad about you breaking your promise..." she said, standing up over his erection, "to fill the farm up with new foals. Which means you and I have unfinished business!" Her hoof helped to aim it as she lowered herself, pressing her marehood against the tip. She hummed her purr as she felt the mortal delight of corporeal discomfort from the stretch of Applejack's pussy. "Poor girl. It really has been a while." She pressed down a bit more firmly until her vulva stretch enough to let his tip pop inside. She gasped at the sensation. "Ahhh... yes. Paradise beyond hath no pleasure as great as this carnal delight!"

Her smile only grew wider as she lowered herself further, reveling in his medial ring pushing inside her body until her hips met his. She sat there feeling his broad tip pressing lightly up against her cervix. His length and girth filling her completely, perfectly. "Like lock and key," she mused, running her hoof over the bulge he was making in her abdomen. "You two really are a perfect fit for each other." She started moving her hips up and down on his shaft, feeling the veiny texture of his dick against her sensitive lining. Just to feel again at all...

The room was filled with the wet sounds of sex, and the smell of a mare in heat, even though it was nowhere near estrus season. She could see his nostril flaring and she smirked. "I like to bring a little magical spice of my own to the party." She reached back with her hoof to gently cup his balls. He felt a tingling pin-and-needles sensation, like his leg fell asleep. Except it was his fifth leg and it's two neighbors. It passed as quickly as it came on, leaving him instead with an over-bearing ache.

"Ooh, that virility magic must have made your balls so full," she teased. She ran her hooves over her belly. "Don't worry. You've got a nice fertile mare right here to empty them into. I've got her ovulating so hard right now! "

"W-wait! I-"

"Yes, you'll probably need to have a talk with your daughter once she wakes up."

"Apple Bloom!?"

She smiled wider. "I mean the other one you're inside of right now." As if his eyes couldn't get any bigger. "Oh, sweetie, what's wrong? Still using all the muscles except the one that matters?" she asked, tapping his forehead. "You came inside Mommy so so many times! And then she had a foal. Is it really that big of a leap?"

"But if AJ is my... then Apple Bloom is-"

"Your granddaughter?" she smirked. "Kind of. And if don't think she wants your dick just as bad, I have a bridge in Manehattan to sell you. Maybe I'll go for a ride in her next year." She mused. "Maybe we both will." She didn't give his mind time to reel from the revelation. "But now it's time for more! More! Let's fill the farm up with new foals! With Sugar Belle, Apple Bloom, and Applejack! Foals everywhere!" Big Mac grunted and gripped the sheets as she rode his dick. She could feel his dick flaring inside her. "Yes. Yes! Cum for Mommy!" she demanded.

His muscles strained but he couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to. He could feel his heavy balls flex and tighten, begging to be emptied. She could feel his shaft swell and he started to twitch and pulse. She pushed herself down firmly against his hips with her whole body weight, keeping the tip of his dick pressed squarely against her cervix, lined up perfectly with her opening. She howled out in her own climax as her pussy spasmed and milked his dick in time with his throbbing. She could feel his thick ropes of virile semen shot straight up into her daughter's fertile womb, flooding her uterus to the brim with his seed. "Yes. Yes! YES!" She put her hooves over the growing bulge he was making in her abdomen.

She leaned forward and kissed him aggressively as he kept cumming inside her, wrapping her hooves around him. As his orgasm started to wane, somehow, he could sense her presence starting to fade. He wrapped his hooves around her and hugged her tightly, refusing to let go this time.

"Mom!" he cried. "Mom don't go! I love you!"

"I love you too, sweetie," she said. "You'll be seeing me again soon."

Applejack's eyes flittered closed and the mare fell asleep on top of him.

"..."

"Mom?"

Applejack blinked awake and looked at Mac underneath her.

"Land's sake... I just had a mite bumper of a wild dream-" She tried to move but could feel Mac's turgid erection still firmly lodged inside her. She looked at her swollen belly. "Maybe I'm still dreaming?"

"Eenope."

She tried climbing off again. "How are you still this hard?"

Mac shrugged. "Magic?"

Applejack panicked. "Sugar!"

"Still sleeping downstairs," he assured her.

Applejack relaxed slightly and looked at herself in the mirror. "So you and Ma, huh?" Big Mac blushed. "I suppose I ain't one to talk, what with our history. I just never knew you were..."

Big Mac held her hoof. "Well, you said you wanted to talk to your Pa, so..." She pursed her lip. "I hope it's okay."

"I 'spose it's gonna have to be... Daddy," she said, laying down to hug him and absorb the information. She chuckled.

"What?"

"It's just funny," she said. "All these years pretending that Apple Bloom is my sister, and now... she kinda is!"