The Blood Runs Crazy

Applebloom’s eyes opened, giving her an excellent view into her brother's gaping mouth. The left half of her face was covered in drool as he continued licking her. His hot breath washed over her face as his saliva clogged her nostrils.

Her hooves pushed at his chest, trying to put distance between her and the liquid assault. Big Macintosh toppled out of her bed, taking the covers with him. He'd been under her sheets! As he rolled on his back, she saw the prodding appendage under the sheets, sheets slightly darkened with precum.

Applebloom screamed.

The sudden noise caused the stallion to panic. He struggled against the sheets draped over him, his legs flailing furiously as he fought for his feet and fled the room.

A moment later, Apple Mosaic and Apple Rust entered the room, rubbing their eyes.

“What happened?” Mosaic asked.

“My brother … my brother …”

“What about him?”

“He was in here! You said he was safe but he was … He tried to …”

Applebloom’s panicking was interrupted by the sound of somepony slamming into the front door. It was a bone shuddering impact, and a second later it was repeated.

"Mosaic, get some carrots or something and try to calm Uncle down."

Apple Mosaic trotted away.

"You can't! He might ..."

"Auntie, please settle down. I told you he's harmless."

"Does this look harmless to you?" Applebloom replied, indicating where her leg was sticky with her brother's ... it was too disgusting to even think about.

"Be glad he had an erection. It probably kept him from pissing your bed. He did that once, to all of us. Just climbed right in and pissed all three of our beds in one night."

"But ..."

"It is purely a physical reaction. He hasn't got enough sense left in his head to make use of it. Sometimes he gets lonely at night and climbs into occupied beds. Now, if you don't mind, me and my sister are going to calm him down and try to get some sleep before morning," Apple Rust turned to leave.

"You can't expect me to just go back to sleep here."

"To be honest," Applebloom's niece replied as she turned back, "I don't really expect you to do anything. In fifteen years, you've never come back once. Granny died, nothing. Mosaic was born, nothing. Uncle Macintosh got sick, nothing. Mom died, and you don't even come back in time for the funeral. Braeburn seems to think you can help with the disposition of the will, and I'll be grateful for that if you do, but I'm not in a mind to do any more special favors for you. You're more of a stranger than all those idiots sleeping out in the yard, and the only reason you've got a room here is because you are my mother's sister. Are we clear now?"

Applebloom was shocked at being chastised by a filly half her age, and so she said nothing.

"Good night."

Apple Rust left the room, and Applebloom heard her going downstairs to see to her sister and uncle. There was some slight murmuring, and two sets of hooves returned up the stairs.

Unable to sleep, Applebloom sat at her old desk and flipped aimlessly through her notebooks. Little scribbles and the other petty gibberishes of an adolescent mind. Her last thought before she passed out face down on a doodle of Truffle Shuffle shoving an entire pile of donuts into his mouth, was to wonder why she hadn't heard her brother come back upstairs.