“Okay now this is gettin’ ridiculous,” Apple Bloom grouched, having stumbled upon Applejack getting reamed by that pegasus stallion again. “What the buck are you two doin’?!” the little yellow, ketchup-haired filly shouted, stomping up to them, as at least they stopped bucking in shock of her presence. “You know we caint afford a foal,” Apple Bloom whined at her sister. “So why are you puttin’ one in her belly?!” she accused the stallion above her. Her nose moved back down to her sister, and she added, “And why aren’t you gettin’ a birth controller? “This ain’t healthy!” she told the both of them. “Ah may not know lots about estrus, but this ain’t healthy! You ain’t talkin’ about it, and you keep sneakin’ around. What’re you gonna do, just dump your foal at the orphanage like Scootaloo? What are—” “Apple Bloom!” Applejack cut the filly off hotly. “First off no, ah ain’t dumpin’ no foal off at no orphanage. There ain’t no foalin’ happenin’ here, not now, not no way!” “Applejack, you are under a stallion right now,” Apple Bloom said in aggravation, looking at her porked sister. “Ah stand by my statement!” Applejack said huffily, turning her nose aside, even if she couldn’t turn her lower body. “You knew?” the stallion spoke up in a peculiar sort of amazement. “Why’re you doing this though? Did you find another stallion?” “Ah ain’t found no stallions besides the one ah got!” Applejack stated, stubbornly refusing to move despite the mood being completely annihilated. “Where would ah find another stallion like you?” The stallion took the initiative this time, pushing off of a protesting Applejack’s rump. Apple Bloom ignored her own inner twinge at seeing that stallion’s slick dark member flop out of her sister and dangle to the ground, and shouted at him, “You better not be thinkin’ of flying away! Ah got a bone to pick with you!” Well, he didn’t just fly away, at least. Instead the pegasus stallion ignored her, saying to Applejack, “But you’re in estrus! Why are you letting me mount you, if you know I’ve been shooting blanks this whole time?” The confused silence could be cut with a knife, until Applejack asked in puzzlement. “Shootin’ what, now?” “Blanks,” the stallion repeated. “You know, a vasectomy?” Both Apple sisters looked back at him blankly. “Y-you knew, right?” he said, lifting up a grey hoof nervously. “I didn’t just blow it, did I?” “Blow what?” Applejack asked in exasperation, shifting her hindquarters uncomfortably. “But I thought you said—” He looked uncomfortably from the mare to the filly, and sighed, hanging his head. “Well, estrus is almost over,” he said, “But I thought I could get you through at least one. I guess you’ll find out now, anyway...” “What’re you even talking about?” Apple Bloom asked. “Is this a grownup pony thing, because ah don’t get it!” “Ain’t no grownup pony thing ah ever heard,” Applejack said suspiciously. “Just what are you on about?” “It’s an operation,” he replied. “Stallions can get it, and after they have one, they can’t... make a mare pregnant anymore.” “How the hay would that work?” Apple Bloom asked in confusion. “Well, you know the b—” he looked from Bloom to Applejack with a wince. “Balls,” he continued, “They’re right out there for anypony to see, for stallions right?” “Ah know what balls are,” Applejack said grumpily. “W-well,” he said nervously, “So they just make a little incision and uh, sever the... tube connecting them to the um... dick. It heals up fine, but stays severed. So that way sperm can’t get out, to make anypony pregnant.” “Oh, that makes sense,” Apple Bloom said thoughtfully. “But you’d think mah sister would notice if you weren’t puttin’ out any sperms.” “Ah sure as hay would,” Applejack agreed confidently. “Don’t think ah didn’t feel it. Ain’t nothin’ stopping your seed from gettin’ out.” “It’s—” he facehooved. “Ugh, it’s just the sperm,” he said. “Did you know that most of the semen comes from the prostate gland?” Applejack looked at him blankly, but before he could groan again, Apple Bloom piped up, “Oh so that’s what they mean by the prostate! And the epididythingy that brings the sperms... so, you mean your stuff ain’t all white, or something?” The stallion eyed the filly cautiously, saying, “No, the white ...stuff is mostly prostate fluid. It’s actually only a tiny bit that make the actual sperm. Most mares can’t tell the difference, not without a microscope at least.” “Huh...” Apple Bloom said thoughtfully rubbing her chin. “So why don’t every stallion get that done?” “Because you can’t undo it,” he said. “Most stallions want to start a family eventually, you know.” “Why’d you do it then?” Apple Bloom persisted curiously. “Ain’t you gonna start a family?” “I already have two beautiful fillies at home,” he said patiently. “I’m doing this for Applejack’s sake.” “And just why didn’t you tell me?!” Applejack shouted, getting right up in his face. “My sake? My sake?! You been terrorizin’ me all estrus, making me feel like a fallen mare, makin’ me feel like dirt because ah let my own family down with gettin’ pregnant and losing the farm and all this time you been... shooting... blanks or however that works?” “I’ve been trying to save your farm!” he shouted right back. “I’ve been nothing but a gentlecolt! It’s you mares who have estrus, not me. I was just trying to keep you from finding a stallion who isn’t cut, getting pregnant, and losing the farm. I’ve been trying to help you ever since last year’s Harvest Festival! You think I could just fly away from that, and let a place like this go under?!” he waved a hoof around at the bountiful apple trees in the area. “That—that’s right noble of you, I guess?” Applejack said uncertainly, “But you still didn’t answer mah question. Why didn’t you tell me? All you had to do was tell me, and ah wouldn’t be cryin’ mahself to sleep at night, until I took matters into mah own hooves!” Apple Bloom didn’t know Applejack had been doing... that. Sort of made sense though, if a stallion kept coming for you, and you just couldn’t resist that urge to present for him. Apple Bloom could have cried over that. But Apple Bloom just couldn’t imagine her sister doing that. Not strong, stolid, reliable Applejack. Applejack, she’d get mad, and get an IUD, and that’d fix everything. That was the Applejack who Apple Bloom thought she knew. But who was her sister really, then? The stallion looked at Applejack, and tilted his head, then said very uncertainly, “I couldn’t tell you because... you wouldn’t let me mount you, then?” And now it was Applejack’s turn to look confused. “Why in Celestia’s name wouldn’t ah let you mount me?” she asked. “Because I can’t get you pregnant?” he suggested. “Ah don’t want to get pregnant!” Applejack shouted with an exasperated stomp. “Yes you do,” he said curiously. “The estrus makes you want it. That’s how it works.” “Well, ah caint say ah...” Applejack glanced sideways, “It may have got in mah head a time or two,” she said, and her eyes focused on him again. “But when ah ain’t got a stallion hip deep, it’s not like I caint think rationally!” “Yes it is?” he insisted, “You know? When the nights shrink, mares can’t think?” Applejack shook her head negatory, and the stallion continued saying in exasperation, “It has to be true. That’s what they said at the seminar!” “What seminar?” Applejack replied. “They have... seminars now and again,” said the stallion, rubbing at the back of his blue maned head. “About how to understand your mare more?” “Ain’t those run by scam artists?” “Iron Will is a perfectly qualified relationship coach!” Applejack squared off before the stallion, saying, “Ah ain’t gone to no seminars. You should know the Word of Celestia expressly forbids it, even if ponies still go to those things. Are you tryin’ to say that they went and told you ah couldn’t even think in estrus?” “Yes!” he said in a conflicted voice, “No! They... they said that mares want to get pregnant in heat, and that’s sensible enough. So if I tell you the truth, that I’m trying to keep you from getting pregnant, you’ll reject me for some other more virile stallion. I couldn’t tell you, because I think getting pregnant is a huge mistake for you right now, even if the estrus won’t let you think it!” Applejack just stared at him. “Ah think there’s some kinda misunderstandin’ here,” Apple Bloom piped up. “Estrus ain’t like that at all! Yeah it made me want to get preggered, and even try to once. But that was an unusual situation! It’s like ice cream, or jelly beans, or chocolate. Ah love those things, and I want ‘em every time we go to downtown. But ah know we caint be spendin’ bits on fancy food like that, and Miss Cheerilee said if ah ate too much it’d give me a sick tummy! I ain’t gonna sell the farm just because I wanted a candy, and I ain’t gonna do it just because estrus made me want to get pregnant!” Apple Bloom felt like she lost her point somewhere in there. Scraping a toe on the dirt, she said, “So... maybe it’s just mah first estrus and all, but even if I keep wanting to get a foal up in me, it don’t mean ah caint say no.” Applejack was looking at her softly now, saying, “Maybe it is your first estrus, sis. Because sometimes ah caint say no. Soarin’ here, he... when he made me a mare, ah wanted it every time. Ah knew ah was hurtin’ mahself, and everypony, but I just couldn’t stop comin’ back to him. Maybe you don’t know how that feels, but...” “No, it happened to me too this year,” Apple Bloom mumbled embarassedly. “Dunno how you put up with it every year. But it ain’t foals ah cain’t say no to anymore. It’s colts!” Applejack looked at the stallion more sharply... Soarin apparantly, and said, “Apple Bloom’s right. It ain’t a foal ah want. It’s your stallionhood! Maybe estrus does make me want a foal, a little, but ah still felt terrible every time you did me so good, and you left yourself in me, and... made me with foal. Ah wished so hard ah could have this beautiful estrus, raise mah tail for you without any worries about gettin’ foal’d. I wanted to stop it, and ah did! Mah little sister saved me, and the farm, and the whole shebang, because... did you really think ah’d reject you, just because you had some magic thing that keeps your foals outta me?” Soarin looked between them, his eyes resting on Apple Bloom. “So you don’t want your sister to get pregnant,” he asked Apple Bloom, “And you don’t hold it against me for having sex out of wedlock?” “Outta wedlock?” Apple Bloom said uncomprehendingly. “What do you mean outta—” Her eyes widened. “Oh mah stars, it is sex outta wedlock!” Apple Bloom exclaimed fearfully. “Applejack, you’re a—we’re fallen mares!” Let it never be said that Apple Bloom was quick to the draw. “Sugarcube, ah think everypony is a fallen mare, who’s a mare at least,” Applejack grumbled unrepentantly. “It ain’t such a bad thing, long as nopony gets a foal.” Apple Bloom protested, “But the pastor said—” “The pastor is lyin’” Applejack answered. “...oh. Well, that makes more sense now,” Apple Bloom said thoughtfully. “I don’t believe this,” Soarin said, hanging his head. “And all this time I thought I was helping. I was so sure that was how it worked. I was just afraid you’d... I know I said I cared about your farm and all, but you Applejack, you’re incredible. When I’m with you, and... and you’re under me, and I know that no matter what I do in there, you’re going to be the same incredible pony that I first met last Fall and... fell in love with. You’re something special, Applejack, and you don’t even know how much I wanted to keep you safe from regret. “And...” he closed his eyes and turned his head back, “And I was afraid you’d reject me, once you found out I couldn’t get you pregnant.” Applejack rubbed a hoof down her face, and said, “Soarin that was about the sappiest, sweetest way you could have possibly explained yourself, but the fact is you went and trusted bad advice, and you thought that hidin’ the truth and lying would bring anything more’n sorrow and pain. Ah would be more angry at you, but... but ah was afraid too.” She looked at Apple Bloom apologetically, saying, “Ah was afraid my family, mah community, even the pony who told me about it would reject me. Apple Bloom, ah shoulda told you. Shoulda swallowed mah own stubborn pride and admitted I was wrong. I... I went to see Twilight, just like you said. And she showed me how to get the... the thing that keeps you from havin’ foals.” “Sorry, I’m lost,” Soarin said. “You knew about the vasectomy, or...?” “No, no, it’s another way to get rid of foals!” Applejack said to him. “It’s a mare way, that involves a bit of copper, and a unicorn. And ah don’t know why, but our pastor’s been telling us it’s a thing of evil.” “Maybe he thinks more foals means more members in your church?” Soarin suggested. Applejack’s eyes widened, and she rubbed her chin, saying to Soarin, “That... might be so, but in mah case, more foals only means one less apple farm, and a church with four fewer members in it. What ah’m tryin’ to say is I was afraid to tell you, Soarin. I was afraid to tell everypony, but you most of all. Because I thought you might... stop coming to me, if you knew what I was doin’ “You... you came to me, and made me with foal,” Applejack said in an adoring tone, “An’ you never said anything more than how many foals you were gonna give me. You never said you wouldn’t give me foals, and you never stopped doing it to me, all month.” “That’s because I thought you wanted to—” he started, but Applejack waved him off, saying, “Wait, wait lemme finish. So ah don’t doubt you had different intentions now, but try to think of it from my perspective. Here’s a stallion who’s filling me to burstin’ every time ah need it, who’s gettin’ past all mah inhibitions, and just... makin’ me feel incredible. And he tries time and time again to make me with foal. Ah didn’t know he had anything else in mind. I thought for sure ah was gonna start plumping up next year, and that was what he wanted. That was what he was trying to do.” “Yeah... I did kind of try to give that impression,” he said uneasily. “Your sister wasn’t making it easy though. I mean, how many times did she track us down? And I just had to...” he blushed and looked at Apple Bloom, “Just had to fly away,” he said abashedly, “I wanted to tell you so bad, I couldn’t stand it. But Applejack...” “In any rate,” Applejack said, “So I got an... eye-yew-dee thing. And here’s this stallion makin’ mah estrus amazing, doing things to me I never got nopony to do to me before. And ah didn’t tell him what I done, because I thought for sure he wanted foals, and if he knew, he’d stop tryin’ to put... foals in me.” She put on her hat from where it had been hanging on the branch of an apple tree, saying, “Ah was just as bad as you were, if not worse. So I forgive you for not telling me. Just a huge misunderstanding ah guess.” Her tail swished as she stared moodily off into space, saying, “Silly of me for thinking different of you. Of course you want mah marehood more than mah foals. Th’ Lunar urges don’t think more than a thousand years ahead, after all. So now you know that mares want... that ah want your stallionhood, and not making foals makes me want it more, not less.” Soarin clopped up and nuzzled at her cheek, saying, “You know... I don’t have to be afraid of telling you anymore, and that’s making me really horny.” Applejack laughed lightly, at that, saying, “Ah’d about perish if’n I couldn’t feel you now.” She pulled one of his forearms over her back, saying, “C’mon you. We got some unfinished business to take care of!” “With pleasure,” he said, firming his grip on her hips and pulling himself up to rest against her rump, a soft gasp escaping Applejack as his stiffening dick slapped against her own belly. “Y’might as well get along, Apple Bloom,” Applejack said to her sister. “Me and Soarin’ are gonna—” she bit her lip as his hips rolled against her, and there was no dick to be seen between them anymore. “We’re gonna be a while,” she grunted, as her tail curled around Soarin’s rump and the thrusting began. “Just so you know, ah forgive you for not tellin’ me,” Apple Bloom told her increasingly flushed sister. “Ah never even really asked after that. So enjoy your estrus, and... and thanks for listening to me.” Applejack didn’t answer, but her nod and her relaxed smile were answer enough, gazing at Apple Bloom with all the love that Soarin was filling her with from behind. So Apple Bloom trotted off to go make herself a sandwich, and then find Dinky again. And life was alright.
Well, I think that about wraps everything up. And now I have nothing to write about anymore. (“Hey, I’m still stuck in Sweetie Belle’s body over here!”) NOTHING TO WRITE AT ALL I haven’t really had ideas for any other lengthy sort of clopfics or fluff, or many ideas at all to be perfectly honest. This story has been hard enough to continue in my bizarre... months long inspiration lulls. Perhaps having been done with it, I’ll have more time to daydream of new things. Perhaps I’ll spend the boring hours of endlessly checking and clicking refresh in order to finish uploading this story to fimfiction. They work so very hard to make it impossible to automate. Or perhaps I’ll finally write that Human in Equestria story that Straight to Belle isn’t a huge fakeout for. Or perhaps I’ll write something not pony relateno, no even I know that’s patently ridiculous. As usual, I can be contacted over i2p via postman’s i2p mail service at det@mail.i2p. For Freenet, my Freemail address. On FMS, I’m known as det. You can also try this contact form if you use i2p, and this contact form over Tor. I don’t use realtime chat, or people could dox me just by looking at who’s in their house whenever I’m using it.