WARNING (and I'm sorry to do this): this chapter contains some homo- and biphobia, so if that sort of thing upsets you, you should probably skip this one.

"I shoulda figured you'd like bein' tied up," she smirked.

"And I should have figured out that you like being on top." Flim jerked his hips when she began sliding down him. By Celestia, how had he never noticed how powerful her legs were before? Those muscles clenching against his sides could crush a skull!

Applejack winced a little and stood up. "Urgh... hold on."

"Do you want me to beg again?"

"No, I, uh, I gotta pee."

He sighed when the warmth of her body left his. "Make it fast, okay?"

"Gimme a sec'." She hopped off the bed and reached under it. "You better not watch."

"What, you're going to do it here?!"

She lifted the lid off the chamber pot and frowned. "Nope. It's full. Ah, damn! An' so am I." She slid it back under the bed, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and hurriedly trotted out of the room.

"Um, Applejack?"

"In a sec'!"

Flim turned his head as far as he could. "Applejack, you left the door open!!"

Well, ajar, but it was still enough to worry him. He definitely remembered the last time he'd been found tied to a bed... well, nopony told him that stallion was married!

A creak from outside made him jump, but it was just the house settling in the cool night air. Flim looked up at the horn ring. Big MacIntosh was out like a light, but what if Granny had to get up? The elderly don't sleep through the night, right? She'd notice the light was on, and if she came in to investigate, she'd see him trussed to her granddaughter's bed with his dick sticking straight up like a sundial. There was no way he could talk himself out of that---'Sorry, Granny, I slipped and fell onto these ropes?' Not likely. She was ancient, but he had a feeling she could still give a mighty kick to the nuts.

"Oh no," he said out loud, his eyes widening. "What if Apple Bloom---?!"

Then he relaxed. No... they probably had chamber pots, too. And he thought he'd seen a water pitcher on Applejack's dresser, so even if they needed a drink, there'd be no reason to leave their rooms...

The door creaked and Flim turned again. "Applejack?"

"Well, I'll be!" came a creaky voice from behind the door. "Is that you, sonny?"

"DON'T COME IN!" he screamed. "Fuck!! I'm sorry for swearing, but, but just stay there!"

"I must be hearin' things! What're ya doin' in there?"

Think, think! "I---Applejack had a backache so I offered to give her a massage. That's it! A... a completely platonic massage!" Oh, way to go, idiot. A massage? Really?

"Tell me somethin', young'un."

"W-what?"

"Do I do a good impression a'Granny's voice?" Applejack said with a smile as she pushed the door open.

"Argh!" He slammed his head back into the pillow. "That was not funny!"

"Yer right. It was hilarious."

"And please don't ever do that voice again," he said, looking at his cock. It had wilted a bit. "Look what you did to me!"

"Poor baby." She hopped back up on the bed and gave his member a little lick. It instantly popped right back up. "There. Better?"

"No. You're not on top of me yet."

Applejack laughed and sat down hard on his barrel. "Now I am."

"You know what I meant!"

"Ooh, testy." She shifted so that her rump was in front of his face, and grinned when he craned his neck up. At the last second, she yanked away from his tongue.

"Applejack, you're driving me crazy! You've been teasing me all night! I---"

"Hush." With a peck on his muzzle, she shuffled around until she was hovering over his cock. "I think I'm ready fer some fun."

Flim let out a long, shaking breath. He could feel the heat radiating off of her sex. "I've been ready since I got here."

"Cowgirl position okay with you?" she said, pushing back so the flare pressed against her wet lips.

"Yes. Please." He smiled up at her. "I want to look at your face when you come."

"Wait," she said, pulling off him.

"WHAT NOW?!"

"Jes' listen fer a minute," she said. She was chewing on her bottom lip, and for a moment Flim regretted shouting at her. "I... I know y'don't think it's yers, but... well, I can count, y'know. There ain't no way anypony else could be the father."

He tried to bump his hips up to meet her, but she moved away again. "Why not? What about the stallion you had before me? Or after?"

"There ain't been a stallion after you," she mumbled. She was blushing. "An', well, if the one before you got me pregnant... I'd have a foal in school by now."

That got his attention. "What, really?"

"Yeah, really. I bet you got somethin' smart t'say about that, huh?"

It really surprised her that he didn't. "And you, um, chose me to break your dry spell?"

"I was desperate."

"Oh, thanks."

"Naw, I didn't mean it like that!" She sat down on his belly, his dick resting against the swell of her haunch. With a sigh, she leaned down until they were cheek-to-cheek and whispered in his ear: "I jes' meant there's no way in a million years I ever thought I'd...y'know... with you of all ponies. I don't know what I was thinkin'."

"You were drunk and horny. We both were."

"It's more than that..." She trailed off.

"What... AH!"

His eyes rolled back when she slammed down on him, her butt slapping loudly against his hips.

"Took... it all... in one," he managed between gasps. "That's... really.... impressive."

"Mmm." Applejack squeezed her thighs together, just sitting there for a moment, relishing the feeling. Oh, yes. She'd certainly missed this. She could even feel it twitching a little inside her, something her dildo never could do. And warm... "Ah, that feels good."

"You know what would feel better? If you started moving."

"Take it easy, I'm gettin' there." She slowly slid up a few inches and then sunk back down, enjoying both the feeling of being filled again and the tortured little gasps coming from her partner.

"Mm, oh yeah," she mumbled with another bounce. "Ah... Ah... Oh, feels so big..."

"Didn't...fuck!...didn't you call it a toothpick?"

She laughed, quickening her bouncing. "I was tryin' t'get a rise outta you."

"You certainly did that!"

"Aw, did I hurt yer fragile little male ego?"

When his face pinched up, she stopped. "Hey," Applejack said, placing a hoof on his cheek. "I didn't mean nothin' by it."

She smiled when he relaxed. "Heh. I know. I saw the look on your face when you first got a glimpse of it."

The hot blush even crept up the back of her neck as she went back to bouncing. "Shucks, am I really that readable?"

"Nng!" He screwed his eyes closed and did his best to move against her rhythm. "Let's, ah! Let's just say I'd really love to play a game of high-stakes poker with you."

She hadn't even realized that the whole time she'd been on top of him, his tail had been softly running up and down her leg. "I'll admit I ain't good at that."

"I bet I could win with a pair of deuces!"

"Watch it, buster," she said, grinning. "I jes' might take ya up on that."

"You know I'd win. You couldn't trick me."

When she froze mid-slide he thought he'd pushed it too far, but then a very weird smile replaced the shocked expression. "I couldn't trick ya, huh?"

Applejack reached over to the nightstand and scooped up the empty mug. Bopping him lightly on the snout with it, she added "Y'sure about that, Sleeping Beauty?"

"....I'm never going to live that down, am I?"

"An' what about when I talk like this, young'un?"

Flim's back shuddered involuntarily. "Oh, Celestia, stop! That fucking voice, ugh!"

"Hyuk! You should see yer face right now!"

He rolled his eyes. "Har har."

"I meant it. You should see yer face." Applejack touched his cheek. "I put a lil' makeup on ya when you were out. See?"

She pulled her hoof back and, yes, there was a streak of what looked like rouge on it.

"WHAT---?!"

This time she threw her head back laughing, almost hopping up and down as her strong leg muscles started to take over. "Ahahahaha! Oh boy, that was a hoot!"

"Well, ah, at least you didn't draw a dick on my face. Ah! I can't count how many times Flam's done that to me."

She just snorted. Boys.

"Why... why do you have makeup?"

"I'm a girl," she said with a little edge in her voice.

"I figured that out awhile ago, my dear."

She couldn't believe what she said next. "Well, sometimes I wanna feel pretty!"

"You don't need makeup. Mmm... You're beautiful."

Applejack bit her lip and closed her eyes. Was he just saying that because he had to? No, she thought when she opened her eyes again. He looks like he means it.

She leaned a little to the side, pulling her left leg up.

"What.... are you---?!"

"I'm gonna twist on ya!"

And then she swung her leg right over his body, clenching on his cock. Applejack let out a wild cry as she spun around, squeezing her cunt down as hard as she could, and twisted right on top of him. She could feel his member jerk up against her.

Flim screamed. "APPLEJACK!""

"Puh-leeease!" she squealed as she sat down with a wet squelch.

"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!!!"

Applejack's back was turned, of course, so she couldn't see his expression. But she knew what just happened. She'd felt it.

"Are you serious?" she barked, turning around. His cock slid out of her, as well as a gush of semen. "You just finished?!"

"Five.... five minutes, and I'll get hard again," he panted. "Two if you sit on my face."

She grabbed the pillow he'd screamed into earlier and started swatting his face with it.

"You! Are! Such! A! Stallion!" she shouted, punctuating every word with the pillow.

"I try. OW!"

"Argh! Y'didn't even let me get close!" She threw the pillow down beside him and flopped onto it, irritated beyond belief. "Y'know, I shoulda taken my friend's advice and switched teams! Ugh, stallions!"

"Whoa!" His eyelids had been drooping, but now he was fully alert. "A friend of yours tried to.... convert you?"

She knew that had been a mistake. "Uh...well...yeah."

"Oh boy! You just got infinitely more interesting!"

Applejack rolled away from his grin.

"Well, by all means, tell me more! I think I can be up and ready again quite soon, ha! Oh! Please tell it it was that adorable yellow pegasus with the cute little flank!"

"It wasn't Fluttershy," she said with a sharp, startling pang of jealousy. "An' never you mind her flank."

"It couldn't have been the one who looks like a drag queen..."

"Not Rarity, either."

"The nerd?"

"No! Stop guessin'!" She finally turned around again, scowling. That didn't diminish his smile at all, though. "An' don't get yer hopes up. Nothin' happened."

"That's disappointing. Weren't you at all curious?"

"NO." Applejack blushed and shook her head. "I wasn't raised that way, t'go swingin' around like that!"

She watched as the corners of his mouth pulled back down. "Oh."

"It ain't right."

Now his lips thinned to a line. "Applejack, I'm surprised at you."

"What?"

"One of your best friends likes mares, and then... you'd go and say something like that? I thought you'd be more open-minded."

"Ha! The last time a stallion told me t'be open-minded, he tried talkin' me into a threesome." She sighed and tried to nuzzle against him, but he didn't reciprocate. "Look, I ain't got a problem with fillyfoolers. My own cousin's a coltcuddler, y'know. It's jes... y'pick a side, and y'stick to it. Swingin' around's fer porn stars an' confused high school fillies."

"I.... see."

"What d'you care? You like mares." Applejack finally let herself smile, and moved to straddle his barrel. "An' y'know what?"

"What?"

"Even though yer a pain in the ass..." She leaned down and looked him in the eye. "I kinda like you."

There were a few seconds of silence, and then Flim chuckled. "You're lucky you're cute. I kind of like you, too."

"Hmm... I c'n tell," she said, wrapping her tail around his stiffening dick.

"Ah! Go easy on me! It's, er, still a little sensitive."

"Go easy? No way." With a few quick jerks, she'd brought him nearly back up to full mast, and then pressed her lips to his. His tongue was between them in a second, but she pushed back, sliding along the roof of his mouth. Her gasp was muffled when he started sucking, drawing her deeper, until the tip of her tongue was nearly in his throat.

"Mmm... mmm... mmm!"

She dimly remembered the way he'd sucked on her tongue the first time they'd been together, and how wet it had made her then. It was certainly having the same effect now... so he had a good memory, remembered what she liked. Not bad.

Then she also remembered his tongue had been on her ass not too long ago, and she pulled back with a smack.

"You ready to ride?"

"I---"

For some reason, she had a feeling she didn't want to hear the answer, so she kissed him again. Dirty though it was, she let him slip his tongue into her mouth. Pressing back blindly, Applejack wiggled her hips around until she felt the tip of his dick hit the mark.

"Okay," she said, pulling away from the kiss. "I'm gonna go slow this time."

Flim smiled and shifted his position a little. His limbs were starting to get sore, but he found that he didn't mind. "We have all night."

They sighed in unison as she began inching her way down. Neither spoke for a minute or two as she eased into it, grunting a little when he finally bottomed out.

"Oh sweet Celestia..."

Applejack squeezed him with her thighs. "You okay?"

"Ah..." He looked like he was in heaven. "You're still so tight!"

She chuckled and began gently rocking. "Take it easy. You better last longer this time 'round."

"I will. I promise."

Applejack suddenly lurched forward and gulped. "Hrk..."

"What? What is it?"

"I..." She put a hoof to her belly and retched a little.

Flim twisted his head to the side. "Okay, if you vomit on me, I am going to kick your dog."

"I ain't gonna puke," she whispered hoarsely, her eyes focused somewhere beyond his line of sight. "I.... just felt it move."

"Huh?"

"It moved," she said. She seemed to be in a daze as she looked down at her belly. "It just... rolled around inside me."

He looked down at where her hoof was. "Really?"

"I..."

Before he could say anything else, Applejack's head dropped and she burst into tears.

"Oh sweet Celestia! Applejack, what--?!"

To his shock, she kept rocking against him, her tears pouring down her face and throat.

"Wait...Applejack..." he said as a growing fear crawled up his neck, "Please. Stop."

"No," she sobbed. "Y'came here jes' t'fuck me, right? Well, I might as well give ya what you want!"

"I can't...I can't do this if you're crying!"

"Why do you care?!" she shouted. "All you ever wanted to do was fuck me! And fuck me over!"

"Applejack, are you crazy? Stop it!"

"Fine!" She yanked herself off him with a grunt and started biting at the ropes, sliding the ring off with a hoof. Once his magic was back, he turned his head and began untying the bindings on the other side. Between the two of them they managed to get him untangled, and Applejack kicked the ropes off the bed, turning her back to him. "Go back t'yer room if y'don't want to do it anymore."

She sobbed into her pillow as the mattress shifted, but instead of getting off the bed, he rolled closer. Spooning behind her, he carefully put a foreleg around her and kissed the back of her neck.

"Get out!"

"Applejack," he said gently, "Why are you crying?"

She turned around to look at him, then down at the swollen belly resting against his flat one. "Because I'm scared!"

"Shh." He kissed the tears off her face, even though they were quickly replaced. "I know. I'm scared, too."

"Why?" she said. He hadn't stopped kissing her cheeks. "You could jes' run off. I'm stuck with it."

"Shh. Don't talk like that." He began stroking her mane, and after a few sniffles, Applejack put her head against his chest.

"Well ya could!"

"Do you really think I'm going to run off?"

She sighed. "It's what you do fer a livin'."

"Speaking of which," he said, putting his chin on her head, "I've found out the hard way that you have family all over Equestria. Do you know how hard it's been finding a town that won't have some idiot in the crowd shouting out 'My cousin told me about you!'?"

"Cry me a river," she muttered as she wiped her face with the back of her hoof.

His chest shook against her face as he laughed. "And your psychotic big brother tracked us down once. I wouldn't be surprised if he did it again, this time with bullets. And probably a semi-automatic---"

"Stop."

The foreleg around her pulled her in tighter. "Shh, shh. I'm just teasing you."

He wasn't too shocked when she pulled away, but the strange look on her face puzzled him. "I jes' thought a' somethin'."

"What?"

"The last time I cried in front a'you, you laughed in my face."

"Well, uh..." He could feel his face heating up. He had kind of kicked himself for doing that. "That was then, this is now."

Applejack sighed and put her face back on his chest, but not before smearing the tears off his coat.

"For the record?"

"Mm?"

He kissed her flickering ear. "I didn't notice you were crying, sweetheart."

Applejack's breath hitched, but she kept her face pressed against him. That was.... strange, to say the least. That was the first time he'd called her by a term of endearment that didn't sound sneeringly sarcastic. And he'd said it softer---sweeter?---somehow, than his usual 'my dear'.

"W-what?"

"I said, I didn't see you were crying. If I had, I can assure you that I wouldn't have laughed."

"Really?"

She pressed her whole body against him, and jolted a little when she felt his still-hard cock pressing against her thigh. He just hugged her closer.

"And I'm not going to laugh at you now. It's okay, sweetheart. You can cry."

A fresh flood started. "I d-don't know what I'm gonna do!" she wailed against him. "I been so scared this whole time, an' when I felt it move, I jes'---I---I dunno..."

"It became real?"

"Yeah." Maybe she was that readable after all. "You got any bright ideas?"

"I was considering running around like a chicken with its head cut off, but I already did that on the train."

Even between her sobs she managed a laugh. "That ride over here musta been somethin'."

"Actually..."

Applejack pushed back to look at his face, and was shocked to see how contorted it was. "What? What is it?"

"I... have to give your brother credit. He's not a monster."

"A'course he ain't!"

"He talked me down from a panic attack."

"...Oh."

Putting her head back on his chest, she let out her breath and began stroking her hoof up and down his spine. Panic attacks. So that was what the medication was for.

"Y'know, he's real sweet an' kind. He never gets this mad."

"You're pregnant, sweetheart. And I'm the father. I'm really not surprised he's angry."

He smiled when he felt her mouth twist up.

"Y'shoulda seen how Granny reacted when she found out it was you."

"Oh?"

"Well..." Applejack chuckled. "She was in the pharmacy an' overheard some ponies gossipin' about it. We, uh, had to pay quite a bit fer all the stuff she broke."

"Snk--ahahahaha!"

"I had no idea she could throw a whole case a' baby food all the way down the aisle."

"Hm... speaking of 'down the aisle'," he said, "You, er, you don't really want to get married, do you?"

She sighed, the smile fading. "No."

"Well, what do we do now?"

Applejack put her hooftip again her chin and frowned. "Uh... well, it's Friday night..."

"So?"

"So the courthouse ain't open 'til Monday."

He nodded. "That gives us a few days to think of something."

"Oof!"

They both quickly looked down at where their midsections were touching.

"I felt that!" he said with a huge smile. "It kicked! I felt that one!"

"Hoo boy!" Applejack's smile came a little later, and it was crooked. "If that's what bein' kicked feels like, I got a bunch a'tress to apologize to."

Flim put his hoof against her belly, but he didn't say anything.

"Hey." She kissed his forehead. "Listen."

"What?"

"You. Um. You didn't..." Her leg pressed against his member. "You didn't get to finish."

"Neither did you."

"You wanna... go again?"

He moved his hoof from her belly to her shoulder, and gently pushed her onto her back. "Can I be on top this time?"

She spread her legs around him as he moved into position. "Heh! Sure."

"Hm." He leaned back a little and kissed her belly. "You get any bigger and it's going to be hard to fuck you missionary-style."

"Flim?"

"Yes?"

"Um..." Applejack turned away, but he pressed his snout against her cheek and nuzzled her until she looked him in the eye again. "I don't want you t'fuck me. Can... uh... can we make love instead?"

Author's Notes:

No prize if you can guess which friend tried to make AJ swing the other way, because it's just too obvious. :P

This was really hard to write. I'm not bisexual, but I did come out as such briefly in high school, and I got so much crap about it. It still amazes me to this day how few people understand it. I'd like to think AJ can be cool with gay people, but she wouldn't quite understand being bi---let alone coming from a guy. Speaking of which, if any of you were curious, one of the reasons I interpreted him that way is because someone once said to me "Male bisexuals are unicorns. They don't exist."

Idiot!