The Spectrum
-r-o-y-G-b-i-v-
Chapter 4
Massive Pregnancy, Crotchboob, Breast Expansion, Lactation, Foalcon, Incest, Weight Gain, Immobility, Masturbation, Cunnilingus
 
 
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For a time in Sweet Apple Acres, nothing stirred. Early morning light filtered through a canopy of leaves. A breeze wound around branches full of shining, ripe apples. The farm itself stretched out into the distance, a world all on it's own. But time insisted, and the sun rose ever so slowly.
 
 
A rooster's crow echoed through the clean air. Applejack turned about on her bed, feeling the comfort of the sheets. With a huff, she clambered down onto the floor. The remaining chill of last night crept through her hooves. She reached for her hat on the nightstand, where she usually put it. Where it was missing.
 
 
Applejack's eyes shot open, searching the room for where it could be. Applebloom was sitting patiently in the corner, the hat firmly in her mouth. She placed it on the bedpost and said, "Mornin' sis! Big Mac has breakfast all ready fer us downstairs."
 
 
Applejack yawned. "Hey there, hayseed," she said. "Sorry fer sleeping in, but I was a mite busy last night." It seems she was up later than normal. She almost always was up before dawn during growing season. Resigning her time, she walked up to post and flipped the hat onto her head. Dust flew off of it in a poof, filling the room with its flowery musk. "What the hahAaAAAHCHPHO!" Both ponies devolved into sneezing fits, pollen tickling their noses over and over. Resisting the urge to sneeze yet again, Applejack swiped at the air. "Aw shoot, I must've forgotten to dust my hat off proper. Ah well, what's done is done."
 
 
Applebloom sniffled, "Just what WERE you doing?"
 
 
"Oh, Pinkie felt like throwin' a party fer Twilight. Seems she found a brand-spankin'-new plant. Pretty fertile fer such a small thing." She nudged open a window. "But enough about then, right now we got ourselves a whole heap of chores to do."
 
 
Applebloom gasped. "But Aaaapplejaaaack, what about breakfast?" She batted her eyes mournfully.
 
 
"Oh right. Heh. Good thinkin'." She followed the bouncing filly downstairs. Such a good filly, Applejack thought, if I ever have a foal, I want it to be just like sweet ol' Applebloom. The remnants of a country-ponies' breakfast sat on the table. Granny must have felt healthy enough to pitch in today, as a batch of her apple pancakes had been laid by Applejack's plate. The rest of the family had been finished a long while, seats empty. After a quick brunch with her sister, they put up their plates.
 
 
Applebloom, meanwhile, rushed to the door. "C'mon big sis! We don't wanna keep Big Mac waitin'!
 
 
"I'll be just a minute. It ain't gonna kill anypony fer me to take my time." Applejack paused mid-stride. She felt... peckish. Like she hadn't had enough. She shot a sidelong glance at the leftovers. Naw, none of them looked good. Or sounded good neither. What she was ACTUALLY hungry for was - buttered kelp and a side of cinnamon walnuts? Really? She shrugged at her odd urges and scrounged around the their cupboard. Soon, Applejack took a bite into her slippery, salty snacks. True, it tasted strange, but was good. REAL good. So satisfying in a, a deep kinda way. She didn't even like seaweed that much, but this hit the spot.
 
 
"Aaaapplejack!" Applebloom squealed from the front hall. "This's more'n a minute! Big Mac's gonna start without uuuus!"
 
 
Applejack shoved the rest of the concoction into her mouth and walked towards the door. "By golly, Applebloom, you've been moody today." The filly's cheeks reddened. "It's no matter though. Let's go meet with Macintosh." The sisterly pair went outside, sun warming their faces. They turned and trotted towards the high barn. The crimson building was set on one of the highest hills in Sweet Apple Acres, perfect for overseeing the whole business. Big Macintosh was reclining against it's side, staring off into the center of Ponyville. Applejack meandered up to him. "Ahh, there you are Macintosh. Almost missed ya against the wall." She jabbed him in the side. "Ya ready fer work?"
 
 
Big Macintosh rubbed tenderly at the sore spot. "Eeyup."
 
 
"Today's the fifth of the month. That means we have to move through the orchards and buck off any bad apples. Big Mac will take the east half. Applebloom and me can handle the west." She glared at her sister. "And remember Applebloom, you buck the LEFTOVERS. Nothing like last year, okay?"
 
 
"But it was an accident," the yellow filly protested.
 
 
"That much was not an accident. Now let's get going." Applejack clapped her hooves. Big Macintosh twirled the straw in his mouth. The two grown ponies put on a harness flanked on either side by a sturdy basket. Applebloom wore a similar one, with a single bucket strapped to her back. Big Macintosh headed towards his eastern charge and the girls went towards theirs.
 
 
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It was work as normal out among the fields. The sunlight was warm, the wind was cool, and the clouds drifted lazily over them. Applejack pulled most of the weight; her applebucking skills were amazingly handy when this much precision was needed. Applebloom zipped around the surrounding trees, looking for apples her big sister had missed. They were deep into the orchards when Applejack realized how far she'd fallen behind the filly, who rushed ahead by several trees. The heat was really getting to her. Beads of sweat started to roll down her flanks and a cramp was developing somewhere inside her. "Hey uh, A-Applebloom? Could we take a break? I'm burnin' up here."
 
 
Applebloom rushed up to her sibling. "Applejack, why?! You can't be tired: you're a strong pony! Why, you're my sis, ain'cha?" she said in a teasing tone.
 
 
"Yeah, but I'm not feelin' too hot. Actually, I'm feeling way too hot." Applejack slid the harness off and stood in the shade of a nearby tree. "Just a lil' rest. Then we'll get goin' again. Sound good, hayseed?" She didn't respond. "Applebloom?" Applejack turned and looked at her little sister. She looked puzzled, and it was directed at her no less. Applejack followed her stare around and under her to her own belly. It hung heavily from her body, far larger than her normally taut tummy. Applejack looked at it a while, then off into the distance, then at her gut again, and finally at Applebloom. "What in the wide wide world of Equestria is goin' on here?"
 
 
Applejack turned back and carefully put a hoof to burgeoning flesh. It was warm, and firm. Slowly, she stroked along the side. The powerful sensations sent a shiver through her. Her muscles tensed, setting her on edge.
 
 
Applebloom, meanwhile, giggled at her sister's predicament. "What's wrong 'big' sis? One too many pies come again to haunt you?"
 
 
"Laugh it up, squirt. This is serious. I don't know what this is or what's going on." She scuffed the dirt. "This can't be becausa that buttery kelp salad. Or the cinnamon walnuts."
 
 
"Buttered greens? And cinnamon on nuts? Eewww. That sounds..." Applebloom looked down at her hooves. "That actually sounds pretty good." Applebloom's sudden reversal didn't go unnoticed, but Applejack had far more serious things on her plate right now.
 
 
As if on cue, a sharp pain hit Applejack. Her legs quivered as the stomach expanded out a several more inches. It stretched so quickly it almost hurt, but not quite. "Whoa nelly. That's not a good sign. H- help me get down."
 
 
Applejack lowered her rear down, shaking at the effort it took to not flop onto her new belly. Applebloom hurried to her side, and together they braced Applejack against the tree and slowly slid her down. She laid half-way on her side, adjusting her legs around her new gut. The grass tickled its sensitive surface.
 
 
"So you really did eat too much, huh?" Applebloom giggled and rubbed Applejack's soft stomach. Without warning, filly jumped away with a shout. Her wide eyes darted over where her hoof had been. She said in a panicky tone, "APPLEJACK! WHAT'S GOIN' ON IN YOU?"
 
 
"What're you gabbin' on about?" Applejack cupped her large midriff with a leg. It took a second, but she felt it: a kick. For a moment, she couldn't wrap her head around it, but another soft bump from her belly confirmed it. She was pregnant. The world stated to spin. Questions and implications branched from that one undeniable fact that she was going to have foals. Where did she- why is- who coulda- and, and HOW?
 
 
Applebloom looked at her sister with and gulped. "Applejack, you didn't... EAT anypony didja?"
 
 
"No!" Applejack squirmed in place. "I just, uh... It's kinda a- well, no. Not that. Oh shoot, I should've started with the birds and the bees."
 
 
"YOU ATE BIRDS?" Applejack rolled her eyes the pony's shocked reply. That didn't stop Applebloom from running circles around her giant sister, screaming to Canterlot and back. A rumbling inside herself distracted Applejack, who watched with awe as her spherical belly bloated almost beyond belief. It didn't hurt as much as last time, she thought through a groan. It looked as if there were four little foals on the way. She gaped at the massive display. There hadn't been anypony in Ponyville giving birth to more than twins in... at least a decade. Small breasts, situated between her hind legs, swelled and ached with milk.
 
 
"Applebloom, pardon my fancy, but I need you to shut that BUCKIN' mouth fer a minute! you're not makin' this any easier to explain." The filly stopped dead in her tracks. Applejack winced at some internal pressure and motioned the young pony to her. Keeping her voice low, she said, "I'm goin' to have a baby, sis. And I'm goin' to have a lot of them."
 
 
Applebloom sat for a second. "If you're having a baby, then I'll be- AN AUNT!? I DON' WANNA BE AN AUNT. I'M TOO YOUNG TO BE OLD!" She started screaming again and turned to dash away. Applejack, seeing trouble brewing, bit her red tail and pulled hard. Applebloom stumbled into her sister, almost smacking into her prodigious stomach. They were very close now, faces only inches apart.
 
 
"Listen, Hayseed." Applejack's voice dropped to a harsh whisper. "This much foal in this little time just ain't natural. We're going to get me back on my hooves and we're going to see a doctor." She grunted as another baby pushed her waistline even further. The feelings weren't unpleasant, and they were becoming more familiar with every new child. Her breasts flared up, pushing lightly into her hind legs. The pressure was great, and she felt her nipples wet themselves. "T- Twilight first: she might be able to slow this down."
 
 
Applebloom pushed from behind her sister, slowly lifting her form from the ground. Applejack heaved herself up, fertile belly than she'd expected. Just as she was almost on her hooves, her behind's support disappeared. She dug into the ground and muttered beneath her breath. As she settled back onto her hooves, a high scream pierced the air. She whipped around to see-
 
 
Applebloom was obviously pregnant, her womb protruding as far as a mare's would. Their confusion was mirrored on her face. Nopony had ever heard of a pregnant filly; the earliest it ever happened was when a cutecinera went far, far too far. Applejack tentatively placed a hoof to her inflated gut. In an instant she felt a small kick, making her heart race. The situation was unbelievable, incredible, impossible. Meanwhile, Applebloom was dazed, struggling to keep upright. "Applejack," she said weakly.
 
 
"It'll all be fine, sugar. We just need to get..." Applejack looked at her little sister, who was squirming at her body's new feelings. The world seemed to soften around her and melt away. "We just need..." Applejack's thoughts clouded the more she stared at the pregnant filly. Being a mother wasn't so bad. It's a regular part of life, after all. Even the thought of Applebloom with foals, bless her heart, didn't seem so bad. Why, the way she stood there, expectant and shaking, was almost... attractive?
 
 
Another churning in her swelling belly pushed outwards. It now brushed the waving grass. Her breasts leaked milk furtively, leaving trails down the back of her enormous gut. A twinge in her nethers made her bite her lip. "We'll be fine, Applebloom. Mmhm... did I tell you how much I love you today?"
 
 
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Applebloom felt nervous. Between their sudden baby-bulges and her sister's lusty comments, she was utterly confused. She told herself over and over to run for help, but her hooves refused to move. Instead, Applejack closed in on her, eyes flicking over every inch of her body.
 
 
Applebloom found herself shoved against a tree, bark biting into her back. Her stomach gurgled, and in seconds it grew, another child filling her. The stretching kinda hurt, but it felt right somehow. "Don't worry, sugar," said Applejack. "Big sis will make it feel better." Her honeyed words were smoother, seductive even, and Applebloom let go of her fears.
 
 
A deep, burning need erupted in her crotch, spreading through her nerves like lightning. It was, as she'd find out later, her first heat. Applejack pushed against her sister's growing body with her own, straining to push their lips together for an instant. Enough gave for a brief, passionate kiss. The orange mare even dared to slip her tongue into the embrace. Deep inside, they knew what they were doing was wrong, but it never crossed their minds to actually stop. After all, it felt too good to be so bad...
 
 
Applebloom's stomach pumped outwards with a new child. The onslaught of hormones rushed through her blank head. It quickly overtook the filly and pushed Applejack's kiss away. The weight slid her down the tree, the stomachs shading her short descent. Applebloom's nethers slid along a root. Blinding pleasure shot through her. She began to rub desperately, sharply feeling every curve and knot. Her belly bounced against another with every move.
 
 
Applejack moaned, shivering from the touch of their rubbing wombs. She smiled and said, "Did my lil' sis find herself a ruttin' spot? Mhmn, let it all go, sugar."
 
 
"Nnyes! Buck yes!" The pounding pony sped up. Her pussy lips flashed over the smooth wood. Each thrust of her hips sent another jiggle through the masses of flesh. Applejack pushed on her sensitive gut, timing every move with her sister's. Applebloom felt hot inside, a shaking, burning heat growing in her. Electricity ran through her body, wrecking whatever control she still had of it. She fucked herself wildly and without abandon. Her eyes rolled back as the largest feeling yet rocked her. It was an explosion of nerves, a simply indescribable tingling feeling spreading everywhere.
 
 
Applebloom sat hard on the root, tongue lolling out of her mouth. Her tummy flared ever-larger, spreading her legs wide. Applejack looked at her prone form and chuckled. There must've been four babies stuffed in there. After a minute, the filly was awake again and blushing. "That was really... really something. I'm sorry."
 
 
Pride bloomed in Applejack. "Don't hide it. It's a sign that you're going to be a wonderful mare soon." She poked a hoof at their truly immense bodies. "But you're going to be a wonderful mother even sooner."
 
 
The blush only deepened. She cleared her throat and said, "I'm parched. Can we go back now?"
 
 
"We don't need to go anywhere. I got just the thing." Applejack waved her butt in the air and winked at Applebloom. "Go get your treat, missy." The filly waddled around to her back and saw her sister's breasts, engorged with milk. They pushed tightly at both legs, positively dripping. Applebloom almost balked, but her thirst egged her on. She slipped a warm nipple into her mouth. Immediately, a stream of milk spurted into her. Laced with a witch's brew of hormones, the milk made her mind swim. Every loving suckle brought more milk and even greater taste.
 
 
The fatty liquid rushed through Applebloom. Pudge coated her body, making her flank protrude slightly. As the magnificent breasts in front of her puffed even further, she had to pull herself away. She breathed hard as she stared at the huge nipples pulsing in front of her.
 
 
Applejack moaned and focused on the feeling in her tits. It felt so good to finally be emptied. Applebloom's muffled moans encouraged her. She couldn't resist what happened next.
 
 
A strong odor filled Applebloom's nose, distracting her from the heavenly milk. Intoxicated, she followed it. Past the bulging breasts was her sister's inflamed pussy. The large lips pulsed with each heartbeat. It was so inviting. Just asking for somepony to help... In a split-second, Applebloom latches onto it. She went wild, licking and rubbing for her life.
 
 
"Huh?! Applebloom, you- GAH!" The assault on Applejack's cunt was unexpected- and entirely welcome. Unskilled but passionate, Applebloom rubbed and licked with everything she had. Applejack had sex before, and had orgasmed quite a few times, but getting eaten out by her sister was something entirely different. It was so much stronger, so much sharper, so much MORE! "This is buckin' great! J- j- jam that thing in!" The tiny tongue strayed over her clit, silencing her. Soon, she felt it coming. She was going to cum and she knew it wouldn't stop. "Oh my, Applebloom!" Her voice filled with urgency. "Go, go faster! Nn, more!" The filly complied, mouth whipping over the soft flesh. It was over in an instant. An immense wave of blank feeling rolled over her, followed by pure, unadulterated joy. In the afterglow, she barely felt her pregnant paunch pushing away, life bustling for more room.
 
 
After a while of riding on the wonderful high, she realized just how high she was. The volume of her gut towered over Applebloom. The filly, however, just smiled at her enormous sister. Applejack smiled back. She said with a wink, "I don' know why you're still a blank flank. *gulp* Cuz you know? You're a master cunt licker."
 
 
"I love you too." She stroked her sister's hide and gazed deep into her eyes. Applejack gasped from the sudden increase in sensitivity. Pleasure spread like wildfire, kickstarting her libido again. They pushed their bodies together and started massaging.  went faster and faster as they did, each moaning and breathing as a pair. Applejack pressed harder with her massive gut against what looked like a mountain of flesh covering Applebloom. A meek voice came from beneath her, "Sis, can I have another drink?"
 
 
"Help yourself, beautiful." She grinned slyly as Applebloom disappeared behind her, relishing the feeling of somepony milking her again. She rubbed at the impossible pregnancy she displayed, reveling in her time with everypony. Maybe, she thought, just maybe, she'd be so kind as to do a repeat performance...
 
 
The sound of buzzing wings and clattering stones interrupted her train of thought. Applejack lazily turned her head towards the approaching noise. Scootaloo was rushing towards them, the Crusaders' wagon in tow. The filly seemed to hesitate as she drew close, however, and squealed to a stop not ten feet from the pair. The wagon whipped around, cutting between them and her. She was breathing quite hard.
 
 
"What." Scootaloo squinted from the safety of her scooter. "Is- that really you, Applebloom?
 
 
Applebloom pulled herself away from the luscious teats. Her cheeks had visibly fattened. "Oh hey! What's going in? I mean, on?" She propped herself somewhat up and smiled.
 
 
"Applebloom, what's going on? What's wrong with you?
 
 
"What do you mean, what's wrong?"
 
 
Scootaloo gaped. "You- how can- that's- GRRRHN! NEVERMIND!" She stamped at the ground, pounding tiny holes with each hooffall. "We need to assemble the Crusaders! Rainbow Dash needs our help!"
 
 
"Then what're we waitin' for?" Applebloom pushed at the ground, trying hard to right herself again. But it was too much for her pudgy legs, and she plopped back under the shadow of her belly.
 
 
Scootaloo sheepishly unmounted. "Um, I guess I should help." Scootaloo wheeled the wagon next to Applebloom and levered her into the wagon's well. She panted and pushed for a solid minute before the round filly rolled snugly into place. She got back on, and was about to move off when Applejack spoke up.
 
 
"Wait, now. Rainbow Dash is my friend. I'm comin'. She'd help me, after all."
 
 
"No!" Scootaloo shouted. "I mean, you might distract Applebloom. Heh heh." She leaned towards her friend's plump face and whispered, "I don't know what she did to you, but she is freaking crazy. Let's go!" She pushed as hard as she could against intertia. While she did slowly accelerate, it was like several stallions were behind her instead of a single, monstrously pregnant filly.
 
 
Applejack watched the two zoom off towards the horizon. She rolled back onto her side, pillowing her head against a smooth root. She relaxed every sore muscle in her body, plentiful from the previous 'play'. Time seemed irrelevant there in the grove. There, it was just her and her children. She felt one kick, and then a PUSH!
 
 
It was another growth spurt, this one was going for the record. Her belly expanded beyond what she though was ever possible for a pony. She panted heavily and said, "Ohh, HOO YEAH. Mmmn... I feel you all in there... Mama's here." With a squeal, she bit her lip.
Hugging herself, Applejack felt it push every direction at once. It dragged along the ground, stoking her pleasure. She was truly massive now. Her stomach was as thick as several ponies and taller than Big Macintosh on hooftips. It didn't matter if she wanted to move; her legs wouldn't reach halfway down with this boulder beneath her.
 
 
So Applejack laid there, absorbed into her own fantasies. She idly rubbed at her distended womb, feeling the crowded life within. How many did she have in there? A good dozen? How many would she birth in the end? Ahundred? She sighed and shook her head. It didn't matter to her; they were all her children and she would love them all. Why, she already loved them all. A foal somewhere inside her turned. She smiled gently and hummed a lullaby Fluttershy had taught her long ago.
 
 
"Hush now, quiet now..."
 
 
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