WARNING: This chapter contains an... unusual fetish. Read at your own risk!

Misty's eyelids felt like they were glued together, and it took her a few attempts before she managed to pry them open. The late afternoon sun was drifting into the room through the thin slat under the drawn blinds, glinting off the numerous empty bottles.

She grunted as she lifted her head from the pillow and checked the clock. A little after five p.m. Waking up with a hangover before happy hour even starts? Good job, shithead. Arching her back until it let out a few pops, she began to muse whether or not she was in any shape to get some hair of the dog at the hotel bar. Maybe Soarin' would come with her.

She was in his bed, but there was no reason to worry; as blurry as her memories were, she dimly recalled cuddling up with him and falling asleep---or passing out---as he was babbling drunkenly in between a few rather sloppy attempts at mane-grooming. Passing a hoof over her head, she cracked a grin when she felt her spit-stiffened spikes. A year ago, Soarin' had been voted the Wonderbolts' Most Eligible Bachelor; how many mares would kill to be in her position right now, only to have no idea...?

"You awake?" she croaked, flicking her tail behind her. When that got no response, she rolled over to an empty bed.

"Huh?" She looked around the room, but the few shed feathers on the mattress beside her were the only trace of him. Oh well. He'd be back.

He'd been kind enough to leave a glass of water on the bedside table, but as she lifted it, she noticed a piece of paper clinging to the condensation on the bottom of the cup. She shook it free, and saw that it had her name scrawled on top; below it were a few other pages, all covered in scribbles. It seemed that Soarin' had something to get off his mind before he left.

The first page was a barely-legible version of his earlier babbling, basically telling her over and over, in increasingly sappy variations, how good a friend she was. It was so shit-faced stupid it was touching. It wasn't until she got halfway down the second page that she had to stop, blink, and go back over it to make sure she'd read it right.

A cold feeling settled in her gut when she realized she had, and the smile drained off her face.

"Oh no," she whispered as she scanned the third page. "No, he... he couldn't!"

Just when she thought it couldn't get worse, it couldn't possibly get worse, the last page ended with ...And to think it was all because of you and your great idea!!! Love ya Misty okay bye

"FUCK IT, Soarin'!" she screamed as she threw the letter down, "I was drunk! You were drunk! You weren't really supposed to take my advice! Ooh..."

The slamming pain in her skull made her slump back to the bed, panting quietly. This was bad. I have no idea when he got up----or if he even fell asleep! He could be there by now! She clutched the sides of her head. I don't even know where 'there' is! Spitfire's gonna serve me my own ass on a silver platter!

Oh well, she thought as she miserably crawled back under the covers. Wouldn't be the first time.

Applejack was beaming as she trotted into his room. "How's our li'l invalid this mornin'?"

"Oh, fan-fucking-tastic."

"What'sa matter?" she asked as she took her seat beside him. "You look crankier'n a slug in a salt mine."

"I just had to endure a humiliating spongebath from some nurse who was old enough to make Granny look like a yearling, if you can believe that. And she kept telling me how I reminded her of her third husband, right when she was washing my..." He trailed off when he saw her grin. "You look like you've had a better morning than me."

"I got a surprise fer ya, an' I think yer gonna like it."

"Oh really? Is it a negative paternity test?"

He immediately flinched, throwing his hooves up to protect his horn, but Applejack didn't make a move to swat at him. She just laughed and leaned against the bed. "Actually, smartass, I got myself an ultrasound appointment."

It seemed to take a few beats before that registered, and when it did, his eyes slowly widened. "Does that mean you're actually... taking my advice?"

"Don't get used to it."

Brushing his hoof against her elbow, he said "When is it?"

"In about fifteen minutes."

"Fifteen---?! They got you in so soon?"

Applejack bit her lip. "Uh, yeah. They had a cancellation, so they managed to squeeze me in." She glanced away. "The nurse gave me quite the scoldin' fer not comin' in sooner." Before he could say 'I told you so', she added "Think y'can make it?"

At that, his face fell, and Flim flopped back onto the bed. "No," he said with a sigh. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but..."

She tried to keep her face from pinching up. "But what? Yer busy social calendar's keepin' ya?!"

"The doctor came in after you left yesterday. She said I actually lacerated a bit of my muscle tissue."

"Oh," she said quietly. That certainly explained the stiff way he was moving.

"I'm sorry," he said, looking as genuine as she'd ever seen him, "But all the walking I'm supposed to do is to the bathroom and back. The more I move, the higher the likelihood of ripping something."

They sat in silence, and Applejack didn't quite meet his eyes. She could tell, however, that his were focused on her.

"I really am sorry," he said again, gesturing across the small room to the washroom. "Even walking that short trip is agonizing. I'm not supposed to do anything more strenuous than that."

"Well... I s'pose you found a clever way a'gettin' outta farm work," she said with a slow smile.

He returned it. "I've always said I'd rather die than do an honest day's work."

She began tapping her hooves together. "No vigorous activity, huh?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

"So... no mountin', an' no thrustin'." She leaned a little closer. "I guess you know what that means."

"We---"

She met his disappointed look with a kiss. "It means we gotta stick to oral fer awhile."

When she pulled back, he looked stunned. Then his face broke apart in a grin. "Applejack, you are incredible."

"Oh yeah?" she said as she slipped the bedcurtains closed with her tail. "How incredible? Tell me."

"Amazing. Unbelievable." Flim groaned and craned his head to the side as she nipped at his jawline. "Mind-blowing. You---" The thin mattress creaked, and his eyes darted down to her hooves as she began to climb onto the bed. "Wait---! What?! Do you mean you're---?!"

"Uh-huh."

The blinds were drawn around his bed, but still he glanced around furtively. "Here?!"

"Uh-huh," she said again, and then sidled up to him, careful not to disturb his injuries. Once her face was right next to his, she purred "It's a long weekend, y'know. That means there's only a skeleton staff out there."

"And---"

"An' the door's closed," she said as she nudged the sheets, slowly, inch by inch, first down his barrel, then his belly. Even without looking, she could tell from the faint rustling of fabric that her actions were having an effect below. "The nurses do rounds once an hour on holidays, y'know. Not every twenty minutes like they usuall---"

Their lips met, and Applejack's voice cut off in a squeak as his tongue probed forward. She took a deep whiff. He smelled different---it must be the soap from his earlier bath. Imagining him lying in the tub, vulnerable and mortified, seemed to make her hindlegs quiver. Still sucking on his tongue, she traced the edges of her teeth along his tastebuds as he slid back.

"Have I ever told you that you're a remarkable little filly?" he said, his voice all raspy.

"Not nearly enough," she replied as she moved to straddle the tent in his sheets.

"Well, let me begin." He hitched his hips up so that his erection brushed against her belly, and slid his tongue up to her ear. "Not only do you have the most remarkable set of gams I've ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on, but you---"

"Guh!"

She was still hovering atop him, but one of her hindlegs had twitched up, and her muzzle was scrunched into a twisted grimace.

"Applejack?" he said, cautiously. "Are you okay?"

"N-no," she stammered. She hadn't lowered her leg, and her eyes looked almost frozen. "I.... I... Flim, I-I leaked!"

"You what?"

She tried putting her hoof back down, but just as it came an inch above the mattress, she jerked it back up again. Her face was redder than he'd ever seen it before. "I, uh, oh shit---I leaked!"

He glanced down, and to his surprise, there was a small damp spot on the bedspread between her hooves.

"Er... well..." He chewed on his lip, trying to figure out exactly what to say. "That's... normal. A lot of pregnant mares suffer from incontinence---"

"I ain't incontinent, dammit!"

"You don't need to be embarrassed, sweetheart," he said as gently as he could, and placed his hooves on her shoulders. "We'll just get you some nice billowy skirts, and nopony will have to see you wearing, er, padded undergarm---"

"Fer fuck's sake, I didn't PEE!"

Before he could say anything else, she'd whipped herself around on the bed, and her rump was right up in his face. Yes, sure enough, her pussy seemed to be as tight as it ever was, but...

"Look! I didn't pee," she repeated. "My teats... I... I think I'm..."

It took him a few seconds to realize what was happening. When he did, Flim felt his jaw slack open, a shiver trembling through his body. Her small breasts, the ones he'd so loved to tease with his mouth, had puffed up, and the left one had a pearly bead forming on the tip.

"I think I'm lactating," she whispered.

They just stayed like that for a stunned moment, her tail nervously swishing back and forth across his head.

"Does it hurt?" he finally said.

"N-no," she sputtered as she squirmed around, "But they're....kinda.... they been uncomfortable since I got up this mornin'. I had no idea it'd mean---"

She let out a shriek when his lips wrapped around her teat, but it quickly turned into a moan.

"Flim! What th'fuck! Are ya crazy?!"

Her legs shook as Flim tenderly sucked, pulling her nipple into his mouth. Her voice slid from a gasp into a whimper when she first felt it---it began as a tingle, and then a buzzing as her teat turned warm under his ministrations. Before she could pull away, a weird, uncanny feeling of relief swept through her.

"Ooh..."

She could hear his throat clasping, and a shudder went up her spine when she realized he was... Holy shit! He was actually suckling on her! He was nursing!

This is insane. HE'S insane! she thought, unable to do anything but stare straight ahead, listening to his swallowing. And... I must be crazy, too, 'cause I'm pretty sure I'm winking!

"Mmm. Mmm. Mm-hmm." Flim gulped down what he could; her breasts hadn't completely filled yet, and what was pouring down his throat was thinner than her milk would eventually be, but it was so incredibly sweet. He rolled it around on his tongue as he stroked her cutie marks with his hooves. Her nipple seemed to tremble every time he sucked it down, and after letting it go with a 'pop', he moved to the other.

This one hadn't quite develped as much as the other one, and what he managed to squeeze out of it was only a mouthful of sugary water. He nipped at her, pulling her into his throat.

She yanked herself away, and turned around on his mattress, her whole body shaking.

"F-Flim!"

"Mmph." He licked his lips, then grinned up at her. "Sweetheart, you're delicious." Before she could scold him, or say anything for that matter, he lifted his head and kissed her open mouth. "See?"

Oh, Celestia. She could still taste it on his lips. "You are crazy!"

"You love it."

"Bat-shit, stark ravin' crazy!"

He folded his arms behind his head and smirked up at her. "What? You were leaking, and now you're not. Problem solved."

Her face burning, she awkwardly switched her weight from one hoof to another. "Yeah, well, now we got another problem."

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Very gingerly, she stepped over his body, turning so they were flank-to-face. This time her tail was flagging, showing off her glistening, winking clit. "I'm drippin' again."

His laughter washed his hot breath across her hindquarters, and she spread her legs wider. "I knew you'd like that, you naughty little girl."

"Who're you callin' 'naughty', you pervert?" When she felt the first gentle brush of lips against her thigh, Applejack snorted and stomped her hoof. "Nope! No time fer teasin'!"

"Teasing? You mean like this?" He flipped his tongue up, catching against the side of her lips, and deliberately missed her pearl on the way back down.

"Get t'work! I only got a couple a'minutes left!"

He gave her labia a long, slow kiss, and then bit down on her buttock.

"Flim, I'm warnin' ya---!"

"Mmph." Taking her tail in his teeth, he began tugging it to and fro, occasionally letting it brush on her sex. Even though his mouth was full, she could tell he was laughing at her.

"That does it!"

It took a few tries before she throated him completely, going lower than she had before, taking a bit of his sheath into her mouth---and then closed her jaws. Not nearly enough to hurt, but definitely enough to make him jump. Teeth tended to have that effect on stallions, especially when they could feel molars.

"O-okay," he finally eked out, his voice pinched with nervousness, "You have my attention."

His chest shuddered out a relieved sigh when she pulled back. "No teasin', or I start chewin'."

"You certainly know how to get what you want."

Applejack looked over her shoulder at him, smiling a little. "C'mon, sugarcube," she said with much more gentleness than he'd expected, "While yer in here, we gotta steal whatever time we can."

"...As you wish."

He began brushing his lips against her clit, at the same time sending a crackle of magic snapping across her pussy, and Applejack sighed. Finally. She hadn't realized how much she'd been enjoying his 'company' until she'd had to go to bed alone last night; she'd gone for months, years even, without another pony lying next to her, but her bedroom had seemed so empty without him there. Her own hoof and a plastic toy just didn't add up.... and they certainly didn't cuddle her after.

As she was kissing along his medial ring, it suddenly occured to her that, in all the time they'd been together, if one could even call it that, she'd never brought him to climax just using her mouth. Edging further down, she laved the flat of her tongue around his balls, and licked the crease between leg and body, earning a loud groan from behind her. She tucked her hoof under the crook of his knee and pulled his leg upwards; then she hesitated, considering what was in front of her.

He's done it fer me, she thought timidly. An' he's had a bath... it couldn't be that bad, right?

He lifted his hips and brought them back down again, not impatiently, but enough to let her know that he was starting to miss her mouth. Applejack gulped, and slid her tongue a little lower. It was just a tiny sweep across his ass, but it made him sigh contentedly against her folds.

Not bad at all.

As she went back to slurping him down, her mind began to wander lazily. She wondered how many mares he'd held close to him, how many he'd called 'sweetheart'. Where he'd learned that trick of using his tongue on his partner's ass, what it was called, and why she'd never heard of it before. He was certainly more adventurous than any of her other lovers...

Maybe Ponyville's stallions jes' ain't that well-traveled.

She gasped when the first sign of an impending orgasm went quivering through her. Already?! Apparently his nursing had more of an effect on her that she'd care to admit.... maybe she was as naughty as he seemed to think. Careful not to block his airways, she eased her hindquarters a little further down onto his muzzle, moaning as he split her lips apart with his own. His cock slipped from her mouth, and she threw her head back, grinding her teeth.

"Flim!" Her voice was straining under the effort to keep from screaming. "Please!"

He mumbled something without pausing his tongue-lashing; it was pretty much unintelligeable, but considering the way his cock was pulsing, she had a pretty good idea of what he wanted. After pushing the tip of her tongue against his slit, lapping up the beads of pre-cum, she circled her lips around him again and bobbed back down. Her whole body was beginning to shake, and she could already feel his head flaring against her palate.

She didn't always squirt, but his tongue was buried so deep inside her that it managed to hit right there, and even through the haze of her orgasm, she was pretty sure she'd given him a little sprinkling. The reverberations of her climax were still shaking through her pussy when he grunted, jerking his hips, and shot his seed into her mouth. The first few spurts hit the back of her throat, and she eagerly pulled on him, just like he'd done to her earlier, moaning and whimpering. Hot, salty, with a slight sweet undertone. Nice. And, unlike some of the stallions in her past, he didn't slam a hoof down on her head and force her to swallow; he just let her go at her own pace, not minding that a bit dribbled out the corners of her mouth.

She pulled off his cock, licking her lips, and let out a soft sigh when she felt him gently kiss her pussy. "Thank you, sweetheart," he said, his voice quiet and breathy.

It was too much. Applejack's hindlegs had been shaking this whole time, and they finally gave out.

"Oof!"

She sleepily lifted her head. "What?"

With a swat to her rump, he choked out "Roll over! You're heavy!"

She laughed, but did as requested, turning herself around so they were face-to-face. "Careful, mister. I've kicked stallions in the nuts fer less than that."

"It's not my fault you're the size of a horse!"

"Actually, stringbean," she smirked, "I'm pretty damn sure that is yer fault."

He blushed, but laughed. "Guilty as charged."

He pulled her in her a kiss, which surprised her; every other stallion she'd been with had balked at kissing a fellatio-flavoured mouth. Well, he's kissed me after licking my ass, so I s'pose he's got no room to complain, she figured as she let him tease her lips with little nibbles. She brushed her foreleg up his side, but paused when he winced.

"Did I hurtcha?"

"A little."

She leaned over him and very carefully placed a kiss on the fresh dressings. "Sorry, sugarcube."

He shifted back and patted the space he'd made for her on the pillow. It wasn't nearly as soft and fluffy as the ones back home, but it was comfortable enough, especially with him there next to her. For a few lovely minutes they lay nose-to-nose, breathing the same air.

"The foal seems calmer than usual," he said as he traced his hoof back and forth over her belly.

"She's sleepin'," she answered.

"How can you tell?"

"She still rolls over every now an' then, but she ain't kickin'. She must be havin' a nap."

"Nothing's been flying around, either." Giving her abdomen a pat, he smiled and whispered "You sleep tight, baby."

After a few moments, she said "I still don't know how I'm gonna raise her."

"You know..." He shuffled up the bed so she could tuck her head under his chin. "I never thought I'd get to be a father."

"How come?"

His breath lightly ruffled her mane as he chuckled. "Really? You can't figure it out on your own?"

"I got some idea," she said, tilting her muzzle upwards so she could kiss his throat, "But I kinda want t'hear yer reasons first."

"They won't surprise you much. One, I'm not particularly good breeding stock. But don't you worry about that," he quickly added when he felt a ripple of worry go through her, "Most of the problems I have are recessive, especially if it's a filly as your, er, friend predicted."

"And? What's number two?"

"I don't..." He sighed and hugged her tighter. "I'm not very good with long-term relationships."

"Aw, c'mon. Yer lifestyle ain't that bad." He chuckled again, but she kept going: "You've never been able t'find some nice mare who'd be willin' to travel around with ya?"

"Would you?"

"Are ya proposin'?"

"It was a rhetorical question, my dear." That made her ears flicker a bit; he'd dropped the 'sweetheart'. "Most ponies get the wanderlust out of their systems when they're young. Anyone who's even remotely eligible for somepony my age usually wants to settle down."

She nodded, brushing her chin against his coat. Yes, that did make sense, and she of all ponies could understand the urge to run back home again. She thought back to the only other relationship he'd mentioned: "Is that what got between you an' the headmaster's daughter?"

His chest heaved up, pushing hers back, and he slowly let out his breath. "Yes. No. Well, sort of."

"'Sort of'?"

He seemed tense. "It's a long story, Applejack."

"Some other time, then," she said, and pulled out of his embrace. As she did her best to fix her bangs without a mirror, she added "I best be goin'. Don't wanna be late fer my first ultrasound, after all."

He licked his hoof, and brought it up to slick down a lock of her hair that had gotten mussed. "Do you have someone to go with you?"

"Yeah, I got somepony else comin'. I figured you'd bail."

"Hey!"

"I'm jes' teasin' ya, sugarcube," she said with a smile. Eyeing his side, she added "I... I'm so sorry y'got hurt under our care, y'know. I don't want y'makin' it worse."

A bright flash of green made her squint and lift a hoof in front of her eyes, and Flim yelped in pain.

"What did I jes' say?" she chastised. "Y'aint supposed t'be exertin' yerself! Take it easy."

"I..." His eyes trailed up to his horn, which was still faintly glowing. "I didn't do that!"

"What d'you---"

Before she could finish, he jolted straight up into a sitting position, his eyes wide. "Holy shit!"

"What?!"

"I... I can feel him!" he murmured as he rubbed a hoof up and down his horn. "He's here!"

"Who is?"

"He's here!" he repeated, his eyes flashing with excitement. "He's gotta be! He's somewhere---"

The door to his room slammed open, and Applejack nearly jumped out of her skin. As fast as she could, she yanked the sheets up to cover his cock. Of all the times to get caught---!

There was the clacking of hooves on tile, and then a nervous voice: "Flim?"

They stared at each other---he was grinning, she was not---and Flim lifted his foreleg to pull the curtain open a few inches. "Flam?"

"Oh, thank Celestia!" He galloped towards the bed, his hat blowing off in his haste. "The nurses told me you'd been injured! What happened?! Why did that hayseed coltnap you? Did he---"

He used his magic to sweep the curtains back, and came to a skidding stop when he saw who was sharing the bed with his brother.

It really did seem as if time had stopped. As Flim shrunk into the bedsheets, Applejack scratched the back of her neck, a hot flush staining her cheeks. She had to clear her throat a few times before she could speak. "H-howdy," she said with a sheepish smile.

Flam very slowly closed his gaping mouth, and then turned to Flim with fire in his eyes. "Oh, I cannot wait to hear this one."

Author's Notes:

I really want to draw the look on Flam's face. XD

Originally this chapter had an illustration, but I'd rather upload it a few days earlier rather than wait for the picture to be finished. It's nothing big, just the two of them being cute.

Oh, and by the way... who do you think is coming to the ultrasound with AJ? :3