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- >The Apple Clan was well known in Equestria for their unique gift for raising apples.
- >While other farms often possess some apple orchards, the fruit they bear is mundane at best.
- >Every Apple Family apple is infused with the love, care, and magic of their storied lineage.
- >For most of the harvest, it means a perfectly crisp apple that tastes like sunshine given form.
- >Many other Earth Pony families can come close, but what sets the Apples apart is that they are the sole family that can cultivate magical strains of fruit.
- >Every few generations a particularly lucky Apple finds or creates a new magical breed.
- >The last was Granny Smith, who found the well-renowned zap-apple.
- >But there were many that came before it, each as varied as the ponies that raised them.
- >The juice filled splash-apple, which grew as nothing more than apple juice in a stretchy skin.
- >The invigorating jolt-apple, able to refresh the mind and keep a pony awake for hours.
- >The Appanacea of myth, often used in fables to cure fatal wounds and illness.
- >It’s even said that the legendary golden apple tree in Celestia’s garden was first tended by Apple hooves.
- >Much like the zap-apple these breeds all require unusual methods to cultivate and harvest, or even just to store or preserve.
- >And throughout history, only the Apple Family has proven that they have the skill and spirit to do it.
- >Now, thanks to Applejack’s curiosity and months of work, a new strain of magic apple was about to burst its way into the public’s eye.
- >”You reckon’ they’re ripe?”
- >”Eeyup.”
- >”Ah Dunno, there’s still some yellow patches on half of ‘em. I’m thinking we should wait to buck it until tomorrow.”
- >”Eenope.”
- >”Mac’s right Sis, we lost the whole tree when we waited on the last one.”
- >”Eeyup.”
- >A rubbery creak sounded as a particularly ripe and red apple quivered on the tree.
- >”Ah guess you’re right. Leave ‘em there much longer and they’re gonna start poppin’ again.”
- >”Eeyup.”
- >Applejack reared back, and cleared the tree of fruit with one stout kick.
- >A small foamy spurt accompanied each stem as it separated from the tree.
- >The waiting bushel’s below caught her harvest, piling high above the rim of the wooden bins.
- >The sounds of straining rubber and fizzing accompanied the expected thunks of landing apples.
- >”Alright, let’s get these back to the barn and wash ‘em up. I can’t wait to finally sink mah teeth into one.”
- >AJ and Applebloom loaded the bushels of apples into a cart, and Big McIntosh hitched himself to it in short order.
- >The apples themselves quietly groaned and creaked with every bounce of the cart, barely audible above the squeak of the axle.
- >”They’re gonna be so juicy, AJ! I ain’t never seen an apple so juicy it exploded before! Think they’ll do anything funny like the Zap-apples?
- >”Eeyup.”
- >“Me too. And with how many of these things we can grow, I’m sure it won’t be long before we figure out how ta turn them into a big ol’ pile of bits. If we can make anything like the zap-apple jam out of ‘em we’re gonna have ourselves a new crop takin’ up the west orchard.”
- >After a few minutes of travel, the cart rolled to a stop.
- >Atop the pile in the cart, a single apple refused to stop with the others and teetered forward before rolling down the stack of fruit and bouncing over the cart’s wall.
- >The apple landed in front of Applebloom and rolled about a foot away before she stopped it with a hoof.
- >”Gotcha! Whoa, check this out Sis!”
- >The top of the apple-stem was fizzing slightly, and the whole thing was buzzing lightly in her grasp.
- >Applebloom shook it before raising it to her ear to listen.
- >The fizz intensified.
- >”It’s like a soda-pop!”
- >Applebloom shook it even harder and listened again, while the fizzing from the top started to turn into a thick foam.
- >Applejack noticed the sides of the apple started to bow and strain.
- >”’Bloom, you may not want to put that so close to-“
- SPLAT
- >The apple’s skin burst apart in a thick foamy spray with the consistency of applesauce.
- >It coated the right side of Applebloom’s head in a sticky and still-fizzing paste.
- >“-your face…”
- >The filly shook herself free from most of the apple splatter, sending it flying away in yellowish arcs.
- >“That was kinda neat.”
- >“Well, I guess we learned not to shake ‘em too much. Let’s grab a couple, scrub’ em, and try em.”
- >”Eeyup.”
- >In short order, Applejack had a brilliantly shined apple in her grasp.
- >”So whatcha’ gonna name it?”
- >”Nothin’ yet. I gotta see what it tastes like, first.”
- >Applejack took a crisp bite from the fruit, and it made a sound halfway between a crunch and popping the cap off of a soda.
- >She chewed and swallowed with a triumphant smile.
- >”Yum! Well, it’s tasty alright. Sweet with a touch of spice. And it tickles going down. Kinda like some kind of sparkling apple.”
- >Two bites in, Applejack felt the first rumble in her stomach.
- >After she swallowed AJ released a short and sharp burp.
- >”Pardon.”
- >”Uh… AJ?”
- >A deep gurgle in her gut was followed by a second, and much louder, belch.
- >“Fwew, glad Rarity wasn’t around for that one.”
- >Patting her belly to settle it, Applejack was surprised when she made contact with it much sooner than she expected.
- >“What in tarnation?”
- >Looking down, the mare saw what her siblings had already noticed.
- >Applejacks middle was swelling outward.
- >“Whew, these are a mite more fillin’ than they look, huh?”
- >Another rumble cut through the air, but no belch followed.
- >Her stomach pushed out further, making her look like she had just left brunch at an Apple Family event.
- >”Oh wow, I’m startin’ to feel pretty full.”
- >“I can, uh… see that, Sis.”
- >”Eeyup.”
- >Another growl rumbled inside her as Applejack’s firm belly kept distending.
- >”Oooh, make that too full.”
- >The bloating mare stumbled back a step, leaning back to rest herself into the barn’s wall.”
- >”It’s gettin’ kinda heavy, too. I think there’s more in there than just gas.”
- >Applejack rubbed her medicine-ball belly in small circles, ruffling the fur and massaging the tight swelling of flesh beneath.
- >Applebloom took a tentative step backwards.
- >”Hey Mac…”
- >”Eeyup.”
- >”You don’t think… You remember what happened with the first crop?”
- >”Eeyup.”
- >”An’ the apple that came off the cart?”
- >She took another step back, as Applejack began to slowly slide down the barn wall towards a small pile of hay at the bottom.
- >”How they, well, kinda exploded?”
- >”… Eeyup.”
- >Applejack finished her slow slide into the hay, bloated stomach heaving up and down with every breath.
- >”Ah ain’t gonna, -oooh- gonna explode, Applebloom. B’sides… its starting to feel pretty good, bein’ all stretched out like this.”
- >By now her stomach had grown to the size of a beachball, and it was starting to obscure the rest of her.
- >Another long gurgle didn’t reassure the other two, and as it trailed off the gurgle transitioned into a groan as the magic apple fought to make more space.
- >Applejack’s cheeks flushed red, and her head lolled back for a moment.
- >The overwhelming fullness in her stomach evoked a much different kind of pressure building inside her.
- >Applejack’s gravid middle slowed it’s swelling, but the groaning only picked up in speed and volume and she only blushed harder.
- >This both Applebloom and Big Mac took two steps away.
- >”Ah think you may be wrong on this one, Sis…”
- >”Eeyup.”
- >The taut orb of Applejack’s stomach was growling with a cacophony of creaks, groans, and other unmistakable sounds of being stretched to the absolute limit.”
- >”Ooooh, whatever was in that apple made my belly extra ferocious!”
- >Applejacks navel appeared to be in agreement.
- >A second later it popped out, as the very last bits of space inside her filled up.
- >Applejack’s massive round gut bobbed up and down with her heavy breaths.
- >She pulled on and rubbed the bottom of her distended swell, reveling in the feeling.
- >”Ooooh, this feels…, ah, just a bit more.”
- >Applejack started working her massaging circles lower, leaving the bottom of her swell and moving further south.
- >”Eenope!”
- >Big Mac instantly scooped up Applebloom and covered her ears, before he began to beat a hasty retreat from the barn.
- >“Oooh! Yes! I ain’t never felt thi- ahhh! This full!”
- >Even as far away as they were, the sounds coming from Applejacks catastrophically over-stuffed stomach were clearly audible.
- >It made a crushing rush of groaning and stretching, accompanied by more vocal groans and moans.
- >”Ah’m almost… Ah can… Just…”
- >As he passed through the door and turned, Big McIntosh got one last glance at his critically bulging sister.
- >The center of her globe was a strained patch of reddened hide.
- >The tension was visible, tracing taut lines away from her sides and across her rumbling body.
- >Applejack had released herself and lay spread-eagled on the hay, eyes rolled back and hips involuntarily twitching.
- >”Almost… Ah… Gonna…”
- >Big Mac fully rounded the corner and she left his sight.
- >”So… Tight…”
- >”Ah’m… gonna- ooooh, gonna ex- ah! gonna explode…”
- >”Ah’m… Ah’m… Ah-”
- >A loud wet slap tore through the barn.
- >Afterward, there was only heavy panting, and the slight fizz of the widely splattered apple mush.
- >”’Mac?”
- >Applejack sat up from beneath a pile of foamy applesauce.
- >”Ah think I know how we’re gonna sell these.”
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