Meanwhile, Back on the Farm

Apple Bloom had to say she felt pretty good right now. There was a colt in her, he was ejaculating, and she couldn’t have been happier to be in estrus. And, for that matter, he was doing it in the wake of a nice satisfying climax. About the only thing that could’ve made things better is if she could have an actual foal. But the more she got into this contracepty thing, the less she found herself regretting it. There was admittedly something powerful about knowing you were in danger of foaling, but it was nice not to have to worry about it. You knew the estrus finally hit you and that colts could go inside you, what they would do and what you would do, if they did.

Apple Bloom had seen pregnant mares before. And that one cow. They didn’t have to do anything to be pregnant. They just kept on growing the foal, whether they liked it or not. And apparantly it only took one squirt from a boy to get that going. Well, a squirt into a filly who wasn’t prepared, not Apple Bloom. Apple Bloom got to be creamed in so good she’d be pregnant with twins by now, and no more than two days later she was right back into it ready to get preggered again. That was great, but... there was something powerful about being ejaculated into, knowing it was making you a pregnant mare.

She didn’t bring that up to poor Dinky. That colt had enough on his mind, what with how his mom was all weird or something, and he was spending a lot of time hiding out on the farm on account of he liked Apple Bloom, and somepony at school went and figured out he was a free colt in the middle of estrus. Apple Bloom was aaaall to happy to protect him, and with her sister out working all the time she didn’t get hardly any supervision so it was easy. It wasn’t an entirely selfish decision. It was pretty darn selfish since Apple Bloom got to enjoy all his stress relief, and he was actually real good at picking down apples with that horn of his. But a chilling truth she learned with this estrus was that fillies in school weren’t even told about contraception, much less able to get it.

So again, every colt Apple Bloom could take care of was one less filly who had to hide in her room and cry at what was forced on her without her knowledge or permission. And also Dinky himself would be crushed at the news, well any colt would really, but by bogarting Dinky it meant he was a lot less stressed. He wasn’t gonna snap out of a daze one day with a delirious filly under his hooves, or however it worked for colts. So it wasn’t entirely selfish of her to hide a colt on her family’s property for mating purposes.

It sure was awful fun though.

“Thanks for...” he said softly as she made her way out of the clubhouse he was hiding at.

“Ain’t no problem,” Apple Bloom said turning back to him with a fond smile on her. “Ah need ta get filled, and you need to fill somepony. Works out good for both of us!”

“N-no I mean about the uhm...” the little purple unicorn looked around the clubhouse. “If any filly did this besides you, she’d just keep me here until the next time I got big again, and then I’d have to p-put a foal in her.”

“Shame about your mom,” Apple Bloom said losing her smile a bit. “It’ll be over soon though.”

Dinky nodded, sitting on his haunches next to the sponge he used to clean himself, and her with. Apple Bloom wasn’t exactly the best pony to judge, but it was really wrong for a single mother to try to raise a colt on her own. It just didn’t turn him out right, because one of these days he’s gonna start making seed come out of him, and a single mare in estrus...

Well, suffice to say one of the mares Dinky had to find himself holding down, penetrating, and filling with his seed, was a certain hapless grey mailmare who wanted another foal but couldn’t afford one. He’d been so shaken after that happened, part on account of he enjoyed it so much, but partly because Dinky didn’t have anywhere to go if his mom wanted to do it again. Apple Bloom couldn’t even imagine how that felt. His mom lay on her belly so he could fuck her, and he did. She just winked at him until his penis was hard, and he wanted it so bad, then he was on her, and in her.

“Round 2 sugar and spice,” Derpy said in remorseless glee, as Dinky’s climax overwhelmed him, and all Dinky could say in reply was,

“Please, I don’t want a little—” he ejaculated. “Sis... ter...” Dinky grunted as he ejaculated into his mommy. He pushed it deep, fertilizing her as hard as he could, wanting it but fearing it. He didn’t even know what she would be, a sister or a daughter, but with every squirt, Dinky felt like he was filling his mom’s belly up with a foal. A little sister would be kind of neat, but it meant going hungry even more when his mom lost her job again, and it wasn’t fair to the foal either. None of that mattered though, when Dinky squirted blast after blast of potent seed into his mother. He sank against her side afterwards, and she didn’t understand why he was crying, and Dinky didn’t really understand either. Even days after, he knew his seed was thickly in her and making its way into her womb, just like the book described. Dinky’d never felt so powerless in his life.

Suffice to say, he needed to get out, fast. Apple Bloom was happy to help Dinky hide out, as much as was physically possible. And it worked out real well for her indeed. She felt like clapping her hooves together at the feel of him squirting in her snatch, if it wouldn’t send her planting face first into the floor. She certainly could understand how his mom felt, even if she should have found some other stallion to do it with.

Apple Boom got to enjoy it without consequnces though, thanks to the magic of her IUD. Secret little bunch of Dinky goo up in her secret foal place. Dinky was grateful too, even if Apple Bloom had to head out instead of just chilling with him, to try and deal with her older sister. Applejack was going to miss dinner again, if somepony didn’t go out and find her. Apple Bloom could still find solace in the comfort of getting Dinky Dew to put his stuff in her. Estrus was an amazing, wonderful thing after you got yourself contracepted. But for Applejack...

This time of year, Applejack needed somepony to let her know it was time to come home. She had to be dragged away from bucking trees until her legs gave out. Apple Bloom just didn’t like to think about it. Hurt so much to see her sister hurting herself just to drive those urges away that were hitting her so strongly. If it runs in the family, then Applejack must be just as bad as Apple Bloom, which compared to a pony like Twist or Noi was like comparing a blazing inferno to a candle.

Other fillies in Apple Bloom’s class, Sweetie Belle excepterd, just seemed to have some namby pamby estrus that didn’t make you feel all horrible if you didn’t stick your butt up for foalization right away. Apple Bloom had a trick of her own thanks to Sweetie Belle and the librarian helping her, but Applejack, she just had...

She just had bucking. And nothing else.

Apple Bloom so desperately wanted to tell her sister about IUDs and greatly liberating things like that. But considering Rarity’s reaction, Apple Bloom just didn’t want to risk it. After that near disaster last week, Sweetie and her sister were on... relatively good terms again, and Sweetie’s IUD was safe, but apparantly even pastor Tightbottom hated IUDs for some reason, and was spreading terrible lies about how bad they are.

Apple Bloom still wasn’t sure what to think about that. Somepony in a position like that, lying could do a lot of harm to a lot of ponies. But if he was lying, wouldn’t somepony oust him and put a wiser, nicer pony in his place? In any case, both she and Applejack went to church and heard his sermons, and while Apple Bloom was willing to let her trust of the pastor slip a little bit, she wasn’t sure if he was outright dag nasty evil.

Admittedly, there was so much knowledge that you could just read in books outside of what Celestia wrote. But maybe he just didn’t know that? Maybe he’d never really seen an IUD. Apple Bloom had seen it go inside her, practically. She felt its effect, which was zip of nothing so far. He didn’t give that sermon about murder coils to the foal group, so Apple Bloom didn’t know exactly what he said. It sure sounded downright mean and dirty, but...

Really it was more likely Rarity just misinterpreted his words, and was overreacting to a bunch of nothing she dreamed up on her own, that crazy fashion pony. Other ponies who knew what the pastor really meant wouldn’t be upset about an IUD. But Apple Bloom wasn’t going to take that risk, with the togetherness of her whole family at stake. As far as she was concerned, her womb was going to stay her business, and it’d take a genuine crisis for her to tell anypony about it.

Didn’t mean she didn’t want to help out Applejack’s womb. Her sister sorely needed some kind of help, if she’d only ask for it.

Apple Bloom trotted to the east orchard, then the west orchard, and the north was where she finally found Applejack. Apple Bloom’s custard yellow ears turned keenly at the noises she started to radar in on, but... well, they weren’t noises of any pony who was bucking apple trees. Applejack gave a pained cry then, which spurred Apple Bloom into a horrified sprint. If her sister hurt herself, really, really hurt herself Apple Bloom couldn’t even imagine! Apple Bloom rounded the tree and—

And stood there flat hooved, at the sight of her sister Applejack right there out in the orchards, being fucked silly by some grey blue stallion.

A grey blue stallion pegasus pony, Apple Bloom noticed second. And third, that Apple Bloom had never seen him before in her whole life. And fourth that her big sister, her... pillar of support was bent over with her butt in the air and just gasping out cries of gratitude and relief. And getting fucked. It was... Apple Bloom didn’t know what to think. She should have been disturbed and upset, and confused, and she was, because here was Applejack who worked so hard to save the farm, and she didn’t have an IUD. Applejack couldn’t be doing that fucking thing, there’s no way she could have taken time off for a foal!

That’s what Apple Bloom should have felt. But she expected to find her sister all exhausted, with cracked hooves, and pulled muscles, and dehydration. She expected to find Applejack with no life in her eyes, and just wishing day after day for this Tartarus spawned estrus to be over. And... and she didn’t find Applejack that way. Applejack was still worn out,and tired, but there was so much adoration and love in her eyes as she arched into that stallion’s penis. It was a relieved look, a relief Apple Bloom hadn’t seen Applejack have in weeks. Apple Bloom couldn’t...feel entirely bad about that.

So the filly just... watched. And worried. And kind of... stood there. Lifted a hoof. Neither Applejack nor the stallion noticed her, so lost in their passion they had all their attention on doing it. Apple Bloom couldn’t wait though. If she did, it’d be worse than telling them she was there, because he’d finish, and... it’d be all over for them.

So she stumbled forward, hoping she wasn’t too late, and just about squealed out, “Applejack! Stop!”

Even then Applejack didn’t seem to hear her, or didn’t want to hear her. The stallion did though, and he pushed against the heaving mare to look at Apple Bloom with worried grey eyes. That got through to Applejack, and she grimaced in frustration, and opened her eyes, saying, “Consa—” that was the moment she finally spied little Apple Bloom sitting there. She just... stared at Apple Bloom, like a frightened rabbit.

“You have to stop,” Apple Bloom said earnestly to Applejack. “It ain’t you, sis. It’s estrus! You don’t wanna do this!”

Applejack only stared a moment more before her face broke in anxious desperation. “Yer lyin’!” she said to Apple Bloom. “Yer all lyin! There—there ain’t nothin’ wrong with what ah’m doing!”

“You know there is!” Apple Bloom protested. Was Applejack really just gonna throw away the farm like that?

“Ah’m a... beautiful mare,” Applejack said with too much difficulty, and not just because she was sitting on a rather uneasy stallion’s thick shaft right now. “Ah’m a b-beautiful mare!” she repeated more intently. “He said ah was! A-aind mah insides are beautiful too! You caint tell me there’s nothing wrong with them! Ah need to be a mare!”

“What?” Apple Bloom said in confusion. “No, ah said you have to stop!”

The filly looked up at the stallion he—why wasn’t he pulling out? “You have to stop!” she shouted to him. “Please mister. She ain’t right! She’s gonna hurt herself if you do done did in her!”

He just shook his head incredulously at Apple Bloom. “They even get the fillies now...” he grumbled to nopony named Apple Bloom that’s for sure. Then he started thrusting again!

“You gotta stop—!” Apple Bloom said in utter frustration, grabbing Applejack and trying to just pull her out from under.

“Apple Bloom!” Applejack said pushing her away, and just throwing her own butt into the stallion’s thrusts, just like Apple Bloom liked to do. “Let me have this!”

“It’s not too late, sis!” Apple Bloom said to her tearfully.

Applejack opened her eyes, and looked at Apple Bloom with a smouldering expression. “He already did it,” she said intensely. “We’re doin’ it again! Ah been pregnant 2 days already!”

Apple Bloom paused at that. It was too late then? But then why would Applejack have looked half dead last night at dinner? She didn’t just lie, did she? Impossible. Apple Bloom didn’t suppose it was bad if he finished in her sister, in the case she was already pregnant, but it was still looking pretty bad!

“Congrats A-apple Bloom you’re a... you’re an auntie now,” Applejack stammered out. “This is... oh, oh nellie yes!” She arched back and, Apple Bloom noticed the stallion had stopped thrusting. His eyes scrunched closed, his tail bobbing, and his throbbing dick stuck in Applejack’s behind, Apple Bloom realized she was watching her own big sister getting filled up with seed.

“Oh, well,” Apple Bloom said, in stark raving confusion. “Enjoy, ah... guess?”

Apple Bloom walked right up to her... to them, and put her head under Applejack’s chin, just leaning against her as comfortingly as she could. Apple Bloom was... leaning against a mare who was being ejaculated into. Apple Bloom wasn’t sure how to feel about her sister being that mare. Ejaculation was a thing Apple Bloom had become intimately familiar with, and she knew it happened to her sister, by the melting tension in Applejack’s chest and neck, and her relieved noises of, “Oh... yes oh Nellie yes...”

Apple Bloom wasn’t sure what sea serpents had to do with, oh it was a metaphor for—yes of course. But... Applejack was curling her head over Apple Bloom now, and actually acknowledging her sister. Maybe they could clear things up now that her sister was... done, and decide what they were gonna do about this. But Applejack stumbled, when Apple Bloom tried to move back to look her in the eye, and Apple Bloom still had to lean on her to steady her. Her quivering sister was having trouble... oh. Right.

This was... wrong. This wasn’t working at all. This wasn’t how Apple Bloom did things. She just couldn’t keep her sister in the dark. Maybe Sweetie Belle could, and maybe miss Twilight could, and maybe Apple Bloom’d have to run away and live in a boxcar, but in her current state of affairs, Apple Bloom couldn’t see one single good outcome to this situation. She needed... to know what was going on here.

“Ah have an IUD,” Apple Bloom said softly, once she figured her sister had gotten over the orgasm enough.

“Whut?” Applejack said above her disorientedly.

“A-ah mean...” Apple Bloom backed up, leaving her sister standing... alone. Of course the stallion went and flew off, the moment things started getting tense. Just like that darned Shady Daze. “How’re you even gunna have a foal?”

Applejack actually smiled at that, in a melancholy way. “Ah guess you know now,” she said softly. “This’s why ah have to hide from stallions this month. When a stallion goes... in a mare like he did, that’s what makes her pregnant with foal. Makes me pregnant...with foal.”

“Uh okay, sis,” Apple Bloom said uncertainly. “But how are you gonna—”

“You’re just a lil’ filly, Apple Bloom,” Applejack said appeasingly. “You don’t know how it feels. I know you think ah’m a bad mare for doin’ what I done, but this ain’t bad, Apple Bloom. This’s beautiful!”

“Yeah, uh, but we caint pay for...” Apple Bloom trailed off, unsure now what her sister was getting at here. She asked hopefully, “Did you got an IU—”

“Ah ain’t gettin’ no IOU,” Applejack interrupted, with a hopeless sigh. “The banks ain’t gonna invest one drop in this here farm no more. We’ll just hafta... hafta find a place, a w-way ah cain work and raise mah foal.”

“This ain’t good, Applejack,” Apple Bloom said. “The financin’ is—”

“Ah’m not doin’ that!” Applejack said, cringing her bottom away from Apple Bloom self consciously. “Ah’m not some kinda two bit floozy who sells herself on th’ street corner! Ah’m just a normal mare!

“Normal mares do this!” Applejack insisted. “Real mares! Every mare can do this, and it’s okay! It’s okay to do this, Apple Bloom. It ain’t wrong!”

“It’s not okay!” Apple Bloom protested. “We’re gonna lose the f—”

“Ah didn’t lose mah way, Apple Bloom!” Applejack protested in return. “Ah’m still with the sun princess all the way! It’s just nopony could stand it in this Tartarus rottin’ estrus season.”

“Applejack, language!” Apple Bloom whined.

“Language don’t matter if it’s the truth!” Applejack said haughtily. “Ah’m a fallen mare, Apple Bloom a-an’ there ain’t nothin’ wrong with it!”

“You’re not a—” Apple Bloom paused. The pastor did say something about sopping rears filled with a stallion’s sin. Apple Bloom thought sins were when you did things to hurt ponies, not white goop. Maybe it was a metaphor or something? “Ah guess you kinda are a mare of sin, but—”

“It’s a good feelin’ though, Apple Bloom!” Applejack said craning down to her with an entreating smile. “You don’t even know ‘cause you never feeled it, but it’s a beautiful feeling, having a stallion in you! It ain’t evil, or sinful. Ah’m not a bad pony, sis!”

“Are you or aren’t ya?” Apple Bloom said demandingly. “Ah thought sin was only bad things! The pastor did say it came from the nether regions. If he meant those nether regions, then I think he’s gotta be l—”

“Apple Bloom, I don’t know if you should trust everything that pony says! I–I–I think pastor Tightbottom might be lyin’,” Applejack said frightfully in a conspiratorial tone. “I think he’s been leading us on this whole time. We saw the moon, Apple Bloom. The moon! We saw the...

“There are two princesses now!” Applejack stated like it was a big conspiracy.

“Ah know,” Apple Bloom said a bit resentfully. Her urgency was lessened with the knowledge that her sister’s spood hindquarters were already full of foal, but it didn’t mean she wasn’t upset, and she was tired of being treated like she didn’t even know anything. “They paraded her through town, Applejack!” Apple Bloom exclaimed in exasperation. “That don’t have nothing to do with havin’ a foal, though! You’re puttin’ us all in a lot of danger!”

“Ah know Apple Bloom,” Applejack said hanging her head, just dripping from her nethers with stallion seed. “Ah tried so hard, but nothin’ worked this year. Ah didn’t know it’d feel so good! I caint just lower my tail to that. Ah just caint! And you know what ah don’t care what you think or anypony thinks. It’s not wrong for me to do!” Applejack lifted her head then and there was actual anger in her eyes as she stared down at Apple Bloom, saying indignantly, “Ah’m gonna raise mah tail, and ah’m gonna get so preggered, and y-you caint tell me it’s dirty or wrong.”

“Dirty or wrong?” Apple Bloom protested. “But that’s what everypony’s tellin’ me! And ah don’t listen—”

“Well stop listenin’ to them!” Applejack said, admonishingly. “A mare’s body is a beautiful place, and she ain’t a bad pony when she uses it, even if it gets her preggers. Please Apple Bloom, ah just want you to treat me like a pony, not some sorta thing who don’t even have sex. Ah j-just wanna be with a stallion, and you caint be ashamed of me because I did so. Ah couldn’t hold back!”

“Ah know what you’re talking about, sis,” Apple Bloom said. Boy did she. “But you just need to get an IU”

“Ah got a stallion, Apple Bloom! He was so nice to me,” Applejack uttered in a voice thick with emotion. “He came to me. Ah tried to run but he just followed along, and then ah didn’t even want to run. Ah just stood there and it felt so incredible. Ah hope you feel such a thing one day when you’re making foals of your very own, because it was a beautiful thing. I know you think that stuff is gross and dirty, but it’s not. It’s really not. You caint just be some prissy prude pony forever and let yourself be chaste and untouched until you’re an old mare.”

“What?” Apple Bloom said backing up in confusion. “Ah ain’t no prissy prude pony! It is a beau—”

“It is not evil!” Applejack retorted. “It don’t matter if ah’m married or not, it’s still a wonderful, beautiful thing! It’s dangerous and a-ah don’t know what we’re gonna do Apple Bloom, but you gotta believe me. Ah’m still a good mare! Ah can feel that way an’ you c-caint say ah’m bad, or that I shouldn’t. I know you respect our ways, but it just ain’t true. Good ponies can mate with each other, and get mounted on, and you can yell at me for puttin’ the farm at risk, but you caint tell me it don’t feel damn good, a-and even good mares caint put their tail down at a feeling like that!

“I know you’re just a filly,” Applejack told a befuddled Apple Bloom kindly, “But mares feel it so strong they caint let him go for anything. Good mares really do sometimes do this. I don’t know what we’re gonna do, but you don’t understand how hungry I got! You ain’t even had an estrus yet!”

Applejack was out of words, which didn’t help the exchange one bit, as Apple Bloom was still silent, just trying to wrap her head around the reality in her face that her sister was confessing to her, and begging her to forgive her.

“Ah caint believe we’re havin’ this conversation,” Apple Bloom finally gnashed out, just covering her face with a hoof and shaking her head.

“W-well it’s an important conversation to have,” Applejack claimed, unsettled by her sister’s reaction. “On account of you... caught me... with Soarin... ah just want you to try to understand, even being an untouched, pure chaste lil’ filly like yourself.”

“Applejack, ah’m in heat,” Apple Bloom said curtly to her sister. “And Scootaloo’s a colt.”

“No you’re—Scootaloo?” Applejack managed to restore her hat, and some semblance of sanity in her thoughts. “Yer funnin’ me,” she said with a laugh. “Scootaloo ain’t a colt.”

“No he is a colt,” Apple Bloom said seriously. “Ah was fooled too! Turns out that’s kinda a lie too, ah mean the idear that colts all gotta be all buff and blocky looking. Kinda obvious when you look at colts like Snips or Truffle, but Scootaloo just happens to be a colt who looks lots like a filly. He didn’t tell me ‘cause he thought I’d figgur it out, being his best friend and all, but I was just too clueless to even notice.”

“Ah don’t believe it,” Applejack said skeptically. “Your little filly friend turned out to be a colt? What exactly do you think a colt is? It ain’t just a filly who acts colty.”

“He has a penis,” Apple Bloom said flatly.

“Well ah... g-guess that’s mighty confirmin’” Applejack said with wide eyes. “But... Scootaloo? That filly’s got a—a manhood?”

“Ain’t as big as a stallion’s,” Apple Bloom said a bit shyly, “But yeah, he does. Ain’t nothing special, just somethin’ Scoots always had.”

“How long have you known?”

Apple Bloom looked up at her sister, Applejack now the confused one, and decided to kill two explanation birds with one stone. “Ah found out when I was bringin’ a colt named Shady Daze over to the clubhouse,” she said with heavy implications on the word colt.

“Oh, is Shady another one of your friends?” Applejack asked cluelessly. Apple Bloom wished she had a fifth hoof, so she could facehoof while walking. “You’re usually just with your filly–uh—three friends,” Applejack continued.

“Shady ain’t mah friend,” Apple Bloom said dispassionately, plodding along the groun in thought. “Ah was bringin’ him over on account of mah estrus.”

Applejack blinked, and then smiled down saying, “You shouldn’t be pretendin’ that sort of thing, Apple Bloom. Just be a good little filly while you can, and it’ll come in its own time.”

“Pretendin’?” Apple Bloom asked, eyeing her sister fickly.

“You know,” Applejack said with a blush unfitting her current physical situation. “Playin’ estrus. Sometimes colts and fillies d-do that, and it ain’t decent, so uh...”

“Ah’m in heat, Applejack,” Apple Bloom groaned, turning to face her sister and snorting in frustration.

Applejack looked at her for real this time. Maybe for the first time this whole estrus. “...no you’re not,” she said, perplexedly.

“Yes ah am!” Apple Bloom retorted.

“Since when?” Applejack shot back in sudden worry.

“Since you were!” Apple Bloom yawped out. “Maybe like a day after. Ah dunno! It synchrotizes!”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Applejack said in a growing dread.

“Ah did!” Apple Bloom said resentfully. “Ah said my bottom was all wet, and then ah said the estrus was drivin’ me crazy! You just said like... you were gonna move the rocks in the west field to the east field, and just wandered out the door again, all out of it.”

“Oh Apple Bloom, ah didn’t know!” Applejack said in guilty apology. “Ah just—ah just get so scatter brained this time of year. Apple Bloom, you gotta stay away from colts! You can’t even be in the same room as them!”

“Ah know!” Apple Bloom agreed apprehensively. “I–ah found that out the hard way.”

“You... whut?” Applejack said in quiet horror.

“Ah invited Shady over, ‘cause he was a colt,” Apple Bloom admitted quietly. “And he... we did what you were doin’ just now, with that stallion.”

“You’re a pregnant lil’ filly?!” Applejack exclaimed. “You caint have a child at your age! You really just... with some colt named Shady?”

“Ah didn’t care who it was,” Apple Bloom said disgruntled. “He was just the only one who ain’t scared of me. Ah just needed to settle mahself so bad. It...it really is the hardest thing to keep your tail down and not let him go inside.”

“Caint even believe it!” Applejack said, hugging Apple Bloom close to her and letting the tears run freely. “We’re gonna be havin’ foals up the yin yang over here. Me and mah sister... ah never would have thought!”

“Applejack! Ah ain’t pregnant!” Apple Bloom hollered, pushing her sister’s cheek away with a hoof. “Let me finish!”

“But...” a stunned Applejack left Apple Bloom to stumble to herself, saying, “But Shady did you! He... you just, you had him up your hoo ha, and you just said no to that, and walked off him?”

Applejack had to chuckle darkly at that. “You think it’s estrus sis,” she said, “But if’n you can do that, it ain’t estrus. So don’t lie to me. Ah know you were just playin’ estrus.”

“Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo had to pull me off of him,” Apple Bloom mumbled resentfully but also a bit shamefully. “Then I fought them off and tried to get him to do it more. But I got too hungry down there, so it scared Shady away. So I screamed at them fer scarin’ him away, and they told me about how he was gonna make me preggers.”

Applejack stared at Apple Bloom, not chuckling no longer. “That’s... uh... yeah that’s...estrus alright...” she mumbled.

“It runs in the family,” Apple Bloom said resentfully. “We just got a bad estrus, you and I, and now it hits me, too.”

“Your friends saved you from gettin’ preggered though,” Applejack said. “That’s something else! Imagine if mah friends, like if Rainbow Dash just swooped out of there and... and you tried to save me from gettin’ preggered too. But your friends got there on time. They saved you, Apple Bloom! Sweetie and Scoots have got to be the saintliest ponies around, to stop you from falling into sin!”

“Well, about that,” Apple Bloom said reluctantly. “See, Scootaloo’s a colt, see, and...”

“Oh no, he was just chasin’ Shady off so he could have you hisself!” Applejack said in sudden horror.

“No!” Apple Bloom said. “He really was trying to help me! A-and not pregnate me! He just couldn’t help it!”

“How do you know, Apple Bloom?” Applejack said all flustered. “If he was all eager to mount you as any colt, how would you know?”

“He wasn’t!” Apple Bloom said. “Ah t-tried to make him do it, and he did, but then he got off me. And he got on again, and he just... he caint stop mounting me when ah’m winking at him! And he went away to keep me safe, so he’s tryin’ not to put a foal in me, even if he did... put a foal in me.”

“He did put a foal in you, then?” Applejack countered critically. “You said you ain’t pregnant though!”

“Scootaloo and I...” Apple Bloom huffed. “It was so bad,” she lamented, looking away, “Ah just couldn’t hold back. And he couldn’t neither. And Sweetie couldn’t either. So he tried not to for a while, but before it was safe, he went and s-squirted me full of foal. And ah wanted him to. Ah made him do it.”

“S-so you got all his... Scootastuff in your cunny, and still didn’t get preggers? How? Did you just get lucky?” Applejack asked in consternation.

“No ah didn’t get... uh... maybe?” Apple Bloom actually wasn’t sure if she got lucky or not. Sweetie did say you had to do the penis thing a bunch sometimes, to get a pregnancy to take. “But I did it a bunch more after that,” Apple Bloom asserted. “So I would be preggers for sure, if not for what miss Twilight taught me.”

“A bunch?” Applejack said weakly. “A-ah only did it t-twice now. How d’you... how many times did you get... colted?”

Apple Bloom paused to think. Her sister seemed really nervous that she had to pause to think, and count up on her hooves some. “Ah think nine times, so far,” Apple Bloom said, “Ten if you count Shady, but he never managed to squirt.”

“But Scootaloo did?” Applejack asked. “Nine times? In mah little Apple Bloom?”

“Oh, no he only did it like four times,” Apple Bloom said. She paused to think. “Five if you count the time he didn’t squirt. He’s been doing Sweetie Belle instead.”

“O-oh so she’s all preggers too...” Applejack winced.

“That’s just it though, ah ain’t, and she ain’t no more!” Apple Bloom retorted hotly. “It might still be okay! Even after ah started fucking Dinky—”

“Language, Apple Bloom!”

“No ah won’t!” Apple Bloom said hotly. “It ain’t really a bad word! Fuckin’ just means putting a penis in your vagina, and you just said that was beautiful and not evil!”

“Yeah bu... huh,” Applejack rubbed her nose with a hoof. “Ah suppose it is. But ponies’ll still get mad so—”

“Yeah, ah never say it except with ponies who got themselves good and fuckered,” Apple Bloom said, giving her sister a chest nuzzle. “You know it’s a good word, so I can talk about it with you.”

Applejack blinked, before putting her head over Apple Bloom’s. “Yer a good filly, you know that?” she asked, not needing an answer.

When they were done hugging, Apple Bloom continued, saying, “So, Scootaloo has been doing Sweetie Belle, and he can only do so much as a colt. So ah got one of mah own!”

“You... got?” Applejack said with a frown.

“Yeah a colt named Dinky,” Apple Bloom went on blithely. “He’s uh... kinda marely too, maybe not as much as Scootaloo. Sorta in-between looking. So yeah, between him and... Scoots at first, that’s nine times I got preggered. Ain’t no way I wouldn’t have a foal in me.”

“An’ yet you don’t,” Applejack said with a raised eyebrow.

“Ah swear it’s the truth,” Apple Bloom said honestly. “You only had to get preggers, sis, because your contraception is stupid!”

“Mah... what?” Applejack said, still with a blank look on her face.

“You been trying to work so hard all day, so you wouldn’t have time to lift your tail for a stallion,” Apple Bloom said critically. “You ain’t said that, but it’s obvious what you do every year. It’s stupid though. You been hurting yourself, and we’re all worried about you. And it don’t work! You got preggered just now!”

“I guess I did do it anyway,” said Applejack looking back and shifting at the base of her tail. “Ah just w-wanted to give ya a foal. I wasn’t thinking. I... oh Celestia, ah made a mistake...” Her voice grew hoarse with horror.

“Your estrus made you do it, sis!” Apple Bloom said in turmoil. “You had to, and ah ain’t blamin’ you. Ah told you, ah felt it too, and I couldn’t stop, and it happened to me! You... you couldn’t tell that stallion not to go in your hoo ha. I get that! But all ah want to know is, why in Celestia’s name didn’t you get an IUD?!”

Applejack stared down at her worried inconsolate little sister, with a pensive, thoughtful look to her soft orange face, its little white freckles framing her smooth, green eyes, asking seriously of Apple Bloom,

“An IU-what now?”

Apple Bloom had no words.

Oh wait, no she had plenty of words.

The two ponies stood alone, way out in the north apple orchard, there beneath the trees filled with juicy red and green fruits. The older sister, an orange pony with a brown stetson and apples on her flank, was the most obviously inseminated of the two, having been filled by a stallion both strange to Apple Bloom and a pegasus. The littler, younger one, Apple Bloom herself, was quite full of a certain unicorn colt’s jism, but didn’t even pay it much mind when it dribbled out of her. Because she was safe. She had an IUD. And Applejack didn’t even know about ‘em?!

“Applejack!” Apple Bloom whinnied in outrage, rearing up and pushing at her sister in just pure frustration. “You didn’t even know what an IUD is?!”

“What? Maybe?” Applejack said suddenly wide-eyed to her sister, leaning back from the smaller filly in worried confusion. “Is it important?”

“Ah was so scared you were gonna cast me out for havin’ one!” Apple Bloom protested all reared up on Applejack’s flank to look her eye to eye. “Ah was scared you were gonna force me to get preggers, just like Rarity did! Ah heard the pastor, what he had to say about it!”

Applejack shook her head bemusedly. “Yeah pastor Tightbottom has...” she tapped her chin. “He sure got a way with words,” she said diplomatically. “But what did he say?”

“He said it was evil!” Apple Bloom blurted out, standing on her hooves to yell at her sister. “An’ that it was gonna rip apart little fillies’ wombs, and like, murder their foals! Ah thought he was talking about a monster not just a stupid little Y thing!”

“Maybe he... was?” Applejack suggested hesitantly. “Ah don’t really recall somethin’ specific about tearing uh... w-wombs.”

“Well, Rarity was the one getting all crazy about it,” Apple Bloom said thoughtfully. “She probably got it confused for a real monster, and he’d actually said IUdemon, not IUD. But ah just... ah could’ve saved you Applejack! It’s mah fault you gotta bear a foal!”

“Don’t you even think that, Apple Bloom,” Applejack said to her furiously. “It was mah tail I raised, and it’s mah fault for letting him in.”

“You caint help it Applejack,” Apple Bloom said unhappily, but truthfully. “It’s just a old pony thing from prehistoric times past. It’s just your instincts; you can’t hold the blame for that. But if ah had just told you, and trusted you, then... then...”

Apple Bloom wanted to cry as she said, “An IUD is a little copper Y thingy, just a teeny little ordinary thing. Not even a little bit of magic needed! A unicorn teleports it into your womb, and it don’t make teeth, or tear anything. A foal’ll grow alongside it with no problem at all. It just keeps the sperms from reaching your egg. You ain’t no more pregnant with that thing, than if he squirts in the air next to you, because his sperms just c-can’t reach you. But it still feels like they do, it’s so amazing!”

“Ah had to let him reach me, Apple Bloom,” Applejack said resolutely. “Ah couldn’t be satisfied with some contraption keeping him away.”

“No,” Apple Bloom impressed on her, “It’s exactly the same! He puts all his seed in you! He slides in you and stretches you out, and fills you up, and then does you good! It’s only after. Deep inside you, where you caint even feel anything’s different. You didn’t feel the sperms moving up to get your egg. So it just gets in their way and makes ‘em like... broken and confused like. So that stallion of yours I dunno who he is, he can fuck you and f-fuck you, and you won’t get preggers...”

Applejack was holding her shoulders now staring right into her eyes in shock. “Where... where did ya learn about this?” she asked in quavering desperation.

“Ah went to the library, Applejack,” Apple Bloom told her seriously. “The Celestial library, approved by the princess herself! Y-you ain’t even visited your new friend Twilight, not once all estrus. She... you ain’t even asked her, but she... she showed me what books to look in. All the information was right there, it was incredible!

“Even if the church says it’s a dispensary for s-seditious material,” Apple Bloom concluded a bit guiltily. “We don’t just need what the princess writes or says. L-lots of ordinary ponies write really important stuff, like even... like about IUDs and how to have foals...”

Applejack turned away. “Ah feel like such a heel,” she said harshly to herself. “I been just... buckin’ and bucking and... and ah coulda just asked her? Ah never did let nopony try to trick me with the book learnings a-and now look at me.” She lifted her tail at the sticky mess of her groin. “Ah’m so pregnant ah caint even believe it, and you just... ah’m sorry for bein’ so stupid lil’ sis. It’s just the way ah am. Ah just keep makin’ stupid mistakes after stupid mistakes.”

Apple Bloom didn’t know what she could say that would make Applejack feel any better, so she just hugged her sister, and held close to the larger, more pregnant mare, letting Applejack work out her emotions however best she could. Applejack was hard to read sometimes, but here her apology and sorrow was palpable, as they both held each other up for support.

Applejack’s snore kind of clued Apple Bloom in that her sister’s quiet distress was said and done with. Apple Bloom woke Applejack up then, and led her home in the darkening evening, home to a hearty stew that Applejack ate with more gusto than she had since estrus started. Apple Bloom wasn’t so much excited about the food, and practically knocked over her bowl, shouting with renewed enthusiasm about miss Twilight and her amazing library, and how Applejack had to get over there right away before she bucked even one single more tree because only Twilight could help her now. Applejack... took it as gracefully as possible. At the very least, she accepted that Apple Bloom wasn’t lying, and that Applejack was a pony who may not have the best understanding of what’s going on, even inside her own body.

So between the two of them, dinner was a pretty messy affair. Granny just took it all in stride. She’d been through so many estruses that it didn’t even phase her anymore, and certainly not since she got past breeding age, and didn’t have to suffer it herself. There were definite advantages to being a creaky old biddy, and being a pony’s wise council for those who needed help with the estrus that was driving them bugs was one of them. Unfortunately, Granny was kind of hard to understand sometimes, no, all times, not just because she talked funny but because she was just one of those strange ponies who didn’t quite seem like they were on the same frequency as you when they talked about things.

Apple Bloom still ate her fill, eventully. She needed extra energy too just like Applejack, for the confusingly exciting business of her fillyhood trying so hard to make more little ponies. Apple Bloom knew Applejack wouldn’t have to worry about that soon, with the seed that was wriggling up inside her over dinner, which was nice at first. But in a year, if they lost another orchard to rotten apples, if Applejack couldn’t buck, then... well, that was next year though. For now, Apple Bloom was determined to make use of the time and opportunity she had to try to make things right.

And the first tangle in her mane was feeding the poor colt who she’d technically foalnapped and hidden away in the Cutie Mark Crusaders clubhouse. That’s what she was scared of ponies thinking, if they found out what she was doing at any rate. They wouldn’t understand that Dinky was the one who asked her to do it, on account of the troubles in his life that Apple Bloom found herself increasingly involved in. That and... the whole Scootaloo thing had Apple Bloom spooked. So she just quietly piled on bread and vegetables, and a big bowl of stew, and with that balanced on her stupid penis hungry rump, Apple Bloom went sneaking through the night to help save Dinky from his own momma.