Chapter 1: Home Made Apple Pie

Twilight Velvet had finished unpacking her luggage and was admiring the guest room, Spike had prepared for her. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary. A simple bed, a wardrobe and a desk. If one were to describe it in one word, that word would be 'quaint' and that was exactly what she needed right now.

She opened the window and took in a deep breath. Back in Canterlot a dozen different smells and noises would have assaulted her senses by now. Not so in Ponyville. The clean country air filled her lungs and nostrils and the song of birds filled her ears.

“I knew it. This is exactly what I needed.” Firing up her horn, she levitated a blank piece of parchment out of the desk drawer and said in a confident voice: “To Love is Pony. Chapter 1.”

Almost immediately the words appeared on the blank paper. It was her special talent, which she had discovered when she had been a little filly. Back in the day she had been keeping a diary religiously. Words spoken from her heart flowed smoothly onto the page like velvet without the need for ink or quill.

With a pang she remembered that night her cutie mark had appeared. She had been writing into her diary about a certain colt she had met. Night Light. Halfway through the entry she had stopped actually writing and simply began speaking the words out loud, raving on and on about him.

Velvet shook her head. “Forget him,” she told herself. “This is about me and my passion. I can feel a masterpiece coming on!”

Three hours later, the sun was beginning to set, she was lying on her bed, blankly staring at the ceiling. She levitated the scroll over to her and began to read.

To Love is Pony

Chapter 1

That was it. “Gah!” With a groan she flung the scroll across the room and into a corner.

“Gah!”

Velvet's ears perked up. Was there an echo in here? She could have sworn that she had heard a second groan just like hers coming from downstairs. Then there was the unmistakable sound of a door closing.

“Spiiiike! Did you find the book on ancient aqueducts in the Crystal Empire, I asked you to get for me?”

Velvet sat upright in her bed, a huge smile spreading across her face. She knew that voice! “Twilight,” she sang as she flew down the stairs.

Twilight Sparkle, Equestria's newest princess, was more than a little startled, when she saw the unicorn mare charging her. But as soon as she realized who it was, she spread her arms as wide as she could and hurried toward her with a big grin on her face. “Mom!”

“Oh, I've missed you so much, my little filly,” Velvet said with tears in her eyes as she wrapped her daughter in a hug and nuzzled her mane.

“I missed you, too,” Twilight laughed, straightening her crown that had slipped over one ear, when the two had come together. “But I'm not a filly anymore.”

“Nonsense,” her mother huffed. “You'll always be my little filly and no amount of body height or sudden sprouting of wings will change that.”

“How is dad?”

Velvet's face clouded for a moment at the mention of her husband. “Your father is fine,” she said curtly, breaking off the embrace.

“Something wrong?” Twilight asked.

Velvet bit her lip. She'd have to break it to her eventually, but she didn't want to spoil the reunion. The talk could wait until another time. “Nothing, dear,” she lied. “So how was your day?”

“Hilarious,” she replied with heavy sarcasm, walking over to the living space and putting her crown down on the coffee table. “Being cooped up in the mayor's office all day is a hoot.”

Velvet moved around to the sofa and sat down, patting the free space beside her. “Tell me all about it.”

With a contented sigh Twilight sat beside her mother and leaned on her shoulder, closing her eyes. “You know, I'm thankful to Princess Celestia for letting me gather experience by starting with local politics. But if I hear the words 'Ponyville Sanitation Project' one more time, I'm gonna scream.”

“Is that what you've been up to these days?”

Twilight chuckled. “I know, right? Truly Equestria must be holding its breath for the outcome of these budget negotiations.” She paused, her expression becoming more serious. “Sorry I wasn't there to pick you up at the train station.”

“It's alright, dear,” Velvet forgave her. “Spike was there and I got to spend some time with your friend Pinkie Pie. Besides we'll have plenty of time with each other starting tomorrow.”

“About that...” the purple unicorn said guiltily. “The budget needs to be approved by the end of the fiscal quarter. So we've got to hammer this out over the next three days or no funding from Canterlot. I'm awfully sorry, but I gotta be at City Hall first thing in the morning.”

“Oh.” The disappointment was clearly audible in her voice, but the novelist caught herself quickly. “Well, I'll be here for at least a week. I've hardly gotten to see you for the last two years, so I suppose I can wait a few more days.”

There was an awkward silence that was thankfully interrupted by Spike coming down the stairs. “Got that book you wanted,” he said. The sweat on his forehead clearly indicated that he had completely forgotten his task until now and had been in a mad rush to find it from the time Twilight had entered the library.

If Twilight had realized that as well, she chose not to comment on it. “Thanks, Spike. Just put it on my desk.” She looked up at her mother. “Have you had dinner yet?”

That instantly brought a smile back to Velvet's face. “As a matter of fact we haven't. What would you like?” She was already halfway to the kitchen.

“You really don't need to cook for us, Mom,” Twilight quickly called after her, a hint of panic in her voice. “You're a guest here, after all.”

“Nonsense,” her mother said. “It's been far too long since I cooked for...” She stopped mid-sentence, when she saw the wasteland that was the inside of Twilight's fridge. The only thing in there was a carton of milk and half a slab of cheese. “I'm guessing with your busy schedule you didn't have time to buy fresh ingredients?”

Twilight, who had followed her mother into the kitchen, scratched the back of her head and gave a nervous chuckle. “Guess not.”

“Well, let's see what else I can whip up...” Once again words failed her as she opened the cupboard and revealed a neatly stacked row of twenty or so boxes of instant oatmeal. “Twilight,” she sighed, putting a hand over her eyes.

“I know,” the young princess said. “I shouldn't just live on junk food. But I'm so busy these days.”

“Well,” Velvet said, puffing up her chest. “We're gonna eat out tonight and I know what I'm gonna do tomorrow. I'm thinking cabbage stew and apple pie.”

“Hooray!” Spike cheered. “Auntie's home made apple pie!”

Twilight giggled at Spike's elation and gave her mother a hug from behind. “You're the best, mom,” she said simply.

* * *

Twilight Velvet had to catch her breath, when she finally reached the gates to Sweet Apple Acres. It was at times like these she realized that being a city pony didn't do much to keep up one's constitution. Wiping her brow with a handkerchief, she reflected that she had nopony to blame but herself. She wanted to save the apples for last, taking her time to look over the market. When she had finally gotten around to the Apple stand, it had been abandoned.

It was only then that the other vendors told her that the Apple family stand was usually sold out by mid-morning, but that they were more than willing to sell the latest produce directly at the farm. Apple family apples were legendary even in Canterlot. Velvet simply had to take the opportunity to get some fresh from the orchard.

She entered the courtyard, looking around for somepony to talk to. As luck would have it, she spotted a tall red stallion, currently in the process of fixing a broken wagon wheel. “Excuse me,” she called out to him.

“Eyup,” the stallion responded, standing up. Drawn up to his full height he looked even more impressive. He was wearing blue dungarees that left his chest bare and showed the rippling muscles underneath. Yet his blonde hair and freckled face gave him a distinctly boyish charm.

Velvet gulped, mentally reminding herself to stay focused on her task. “I was looking to buy some apples, but your stand at the Ponyville market was all sold out. Could you perhaps help me?”

“Eyup.”

Not a stallion of many words that one, Velvet thought. But she was glad to have found somepony who could help her and stretched out her hand. “How do you do? I'm Twilight Velvet. Perhaps you know my daughter, Twilight Sparkle?”

The mysterious stallion began to reach for her hand, then froze and stared at her. “Twilight Velvet?” he asked, his eyes going wide as saucers. He took one step backward and then bolted towards the farm house.

“Was it something I said?” Velvet asked nopony in particular, having been left standing in the dust with an outstretched hand.

She was just about ready to turn around and leave, when somepony else called out to her. “Mrs. Sparkle!”

She recognized the pony running towards her as Applejack, another one of Twilight's friends. No sooner had she faced the apple farmer than her hand already been seized in a hefty shake.

“How do you do? Why, ah haven't seen ya since Twilight's coronation.”

“Iiiii'm gooood, Aaaaaplejaaack,” she replied, her voice wobbly from all the shaking. She cleared her throat, once it had stopped. “I was actually looking to buy some apples.”

“Then ya've come to the right place. We're actually low on stock, since we're coming up on cider season, but ah'll buck ya a batch fresh from the trees, if y'all will give me a couple minutes.”

“I really don't want to inconvenience you,” Velvet said.

“Fiddlesticks,” the orange mare protested. “Why, Twilight's practically family and that makes ya family as well. An' family's never an inconvenience for an Apple. Wait right here.” With that Applejack grabbed an empty bucket and vanished into the orchard, no doubt headed for the ripest and juiciest apples she could find.

Once again Twilight Velvet was left standing alone in the yard of Sweet Apple Acres. Between Pinkie and Applejack she wondered whether all of Twilight's friends were this lively. Suddenly a movement caught the corner of her eye. It might have been a trick of light, but she could have sworn there was a the fringe of a mane just around the corner of the barn.

She shrugged and kept on looking around. Then she heard a sound. Once again her eyes were drawn to the corner of the barn, where a rake had fallen to the ground. Velvet cocked her head. She might as well check. Maybe a chicken had gotten loose.

On silent feet she moved to the barn and peeked around the corner. What she saw was no chicken. In fact she had to crane her neck upward. “Well, hello again,” she said to the red stallion.

“Eyup,” he replied, scratching his ears. “Sorry about running off earlier. That was impolite of me.”

“Oh, no problem,” Velvet forgave him, coming around the corner fully. “Though I have to admit, I've never gotten that reaction before.”

He dug at the ground with one hoof, obviously nervous about something. So Velvet chose not to push him, letting him work on his own schedule. Finally he seemed to find the courage he was looking for and thrust a book, he had been holding behind his back, at her. “Would ya sign this for me?”

Velvet was shocked to see the cover of the very first novel she had ever written in front of her. 'Gone with the Leaves.' It was a historical romance novel about a farm pony and a plantation owner in the Great Equestrian Civil War. Judging by the smudged edges this particular copy had been read and reread many times.

She couldn't help but smile. Most of the critics had demolished it as naïve back in the day. To see somepony hold her very first published work in such high regard somehow tugged at her heartstrings. “Who do I make it out to?” she asked simply, taking the book from him.

“The name's Big Macintosh, but mah friends call me Big Mac.”

“Right,” Velvet said with a smack of her forehead. “You're Applejack's brother. I should have seen the resemblance.”

They both had a light chuckle as Velvet signed the index page of the book with a quill. She always signed autographs with a real quill, feeling it was more personal than just magicking the words onto the page. “How's that?” she asked, handing it back.

To my daughter's dear friend Big Mac.

Love,
Twilight Velvet

Big Mac almost choked, when he read the line. “Thank you. Ah always felt this one had the most emotion in it.” He quickly averted his eyes before blurting out. “And y'er even prettier in real life than on the book cover.”

Velvet was taken aback. Was this young stallion … flirting with her? “Oh, come. You're just saying that.”

His eyes hardened and for the first time he looked her straight in the eye. “No ma'am. Just like mah sister, I'd never tell a lie.”

Velvet's throat became dry. Was this stallion serious or was he just leading her on? Come on, Velvet told herself. This guy was no older than Shining Armor. He could have been her son. And yet she found herself fiddling with a lock of her purple and white mane as if she was a school filly again.

That reaction seemed to encourage the farm pony. “Ah've always wanted to meet you, since ah learned that Twilight was your daughter. But ah never could work up the courage to ask and when she became a princess, ah guess ah kinda gave up on the notion,...”

Oh, damn this stallion. He instinctively seemed to know which buttons to push. Velvet laid a hand on his arm, keenly aware of his muscular build, no doubt honed during years of work on the orchard. “Big Mac. Neither Twilight nor I have changed because of that. We're still the same ponies.” She winked at him. “And if you go on like that, I might have to test the honesty of your words with my body.”

Velvet's mind went blank. What had she just said? Big Mac's eyes widened once again as her words sank in. Even if he hadn't been flirting with her, she had certainly been flirting with him just now.

“I...” she started, but her words were cut off as Big Mac sealed her lips with a hot kiss. This couldn't be happening, she thought. This was wrong. She was a married mare. But it felt so good. No, if Night Light … Night Light. Buck him! He had no right to be angry about this. Not after what he had done. Closing her eyes and getting swept up in the moment, Velvet opened her mouth to let Mac's eager tongue explore her mouth fully. Despite his strength she knew that should she decide to break away, he would not try to hold her by force.

After what seemed like an eternity their lips parted, but their faces remained close. Velvet thought she could see the big stallion blush, which was quite a feat considering his red coat. “Ah'm sorry,” he began. “Ah don't know what came over me.”

“Is anypony gonna disturb us in that barn?” she asked simply.

This was so wrong, was all Twilight Velvet could think as Big Mac's gentle hands began exploring her body in the shadow of the barn. He could have easily thrown her to the ground and mounted her like an animal, yet his touch was like silk. Gently he lifted up her light brown top, removing her bra in one swift movement.

He gulped as he stared for a moment at her bare breasts, her nipples already erect in expectation. But the stare was in no way uncomfortable. It only heightened her arousal. Feeling his hot breath on her mounds sent a shiver of pleasure down Velvet's spine. She moaned softly every time he bit down teasingly, but never to the point where it hurt.

While his mouth and left hand were busy with her ample chest, his other hand rolled up her dark brown skirt and began to explore her nether regions. First caressing the inner thigh, then working its way inside her panties. Velvet bit her lip as a wet sound confirmed what she already knew. She was ready to receive his stallionhood and had been for quite some time.

He looked at her questioningly with those bright green eyes of his and Velvet knew that this was her last chance to let reason win over lust. Reason? What reason did she even have to spurn this gentle stallion's honest affections? For the life of her she couldn't think of one right now, so she simply nodded at him.

Only then did all hesitation seem to leave Big Macintosh. He pulled down his dungarees and revealed his already throbbing cock.

Velvet reached out and touched it with misty eyes, eliciting a shudder in response. She chuckled. “It looks like our bodies are in agreement then,” she said.

“Eyup.”

Velvet turned around and pulled her panties down to her ankles. Holding on to a beam of the barn with one hand for support and bending forward, she used the fingers of the other hand to spread her eager marehood. “Come on then. I'm waiting.”

There was no longer any holding back for Big Mac as he grabbed her ass and thrust into her to the hilt in one single motion. The sensation of taking him in all at once almost made Velvet blank out. It had been so long since she had felt so full. Arching her back and giving a cry of pure passion she came right then and there.

Although his mind must have had been as clouded as hers, Big Mac allowed her a moment to recover. “Sorry,” she said between ragged breaths, looking back at him. “That was unkind of me to come without you.”

He simply smiled at her. “Nope.” Then he gently began to move his member back and forth. Still sensitive from her early orgasm Velvet began to moan again with every thrust. Each time his full length hit her, sparks flew in front of her eyes.

Then he began to increase his speed and lifted one of her legs into the air with his powerful arm. It was all Velvet could do to keep her balance. “Yes, oh I haven't felt like this in years. Do it harder.”

Wordlessly he obliged. The wet sounds of bodies coming together in carnal pleasure echoed throughout the barn, every now and again pierced by a passionate moan from Velvet. Each time she did so, Big Mac seemed to grow more confident and his strokes grew more pronounced as a result. Already Velvet could feel her second orgasm coming on.

Suddenly he let her leg drop back to the ground and stopped moving. Was something wrong? “Big Ma... mpfh.” Her question was being muffled as his hand closed over her mouth. Velvet didn't know what was going on. She strained her neck to look back at him.

Big Mac's eyes were in some distant place, looking off to the left. Then she heard it. “Mrs. Sparkle! Ah got yer apples!” Applejack had returned and was calling for her. Why now of all times?

Big Mac was still covering her mouth with his hand, intent on keeping still and not giving them away. But a fire had awoken in Velvet. The part of her brain that was still capable of rational thought told her that she should be panicking. That she was on the verge of being discovered bucking the brains out of a young stallion in a barn who was no less the brother of her daughter's close friend.

Yet she was even more aroused than before and began to wiggle her hips despite herself. Mac looked at her in confusion and she told him to go on with pleading eyes. For a moment the red stallion was torn between wanting to grind his hips against her wet mound once more and the desire not to be discovered by his sister.

Eventually he started to thrust again. Another moan escaped Velvet through his fingers and he clamped down again, muffling her vocalizations. All the while Applejack was at most twenty feet away from them, just outside the barn. Velvet could hear her set down the bucket with the freshly picked apples. “Now where could she have gone? And where in the hay is Big Macintosh, anyway? Maybe he took her on a tour of the farm?”

Now they both could see Applejack's shadow walk towards the door of the barn and hear her steps coming closer. Once again the speed of his thrusts increased. It seemed he had made up his mind. If he was gonna be caught by his sister, he might as well finish, Celestia dammit.

Then suddenly another voice bellowed out across the farm. “Applejack! What'cha doing? Move yer kaboose! You need to pick up Apple Bloom from school!”

That shout could not have come at a better time. The thrill of being as good as caught pushed Velvet over the limit and she arched her back, climaxing and crying out into Big Mac's muffling hand. Had it not been for the shouting, Applejack would have surely heard it.

“Alright, Granny Smith! If ya see Big Mac, tell him Mrs. Sparkle's apples are by the barn!”

Once again steps could be heard, but this time moving away from the barn. All the while Big Mac was still thrusting, nearing his own climax. He released his hand from Velvet's mouth, who was catching her breath, as he pulled out and came all over her ass with a deep grunt.

Twilight Velvet smiled as she collapsed into the hay alongside her youthful lover. The warm feeling of his seed was spreading over her skin. Sure, it was gonna be a mess to clean up, but nothing could beat the feeling she had right now.

“Ah can't believe she didn't catch us,” Big Mac said after a few minutes of laying in the hay.

Velvet smiled. “I know. Wasn't it exciting?”

“Nope,” the stallion replied flatly.

She began to chuckle and despite himself Big Mac couldn't help but chime in.

It took another half hour to clean themselves up. Making sure Granny Smith wasn't looking out the window by chance, they both exited the barn, Velvet picking a few stray pieces of hay out of her skirt.

Big Mac shouldered the bucket of apples and, despite Velvet's insistence that it wasn't necessary, announced that he would carry them back to the library for her.

“Big Mac,” Velvet said as they were about to leave.

“Eyup.”

“Isn't that Twilight's Smarty Pants Doll?” she asked, pointing at a corner of the barn, where a dirty grey doll rested in the hay.

“Nope,” he said, not meeting her eyes and began walking.

Velvet took one more look, shrugged and then followed Big Mac back towards Golden Oaks Library.

* * *

That night Twilight Velvet smiled as her daughter and her dragon assistant chomped down on her specially made apple pie.

“This is amazing,” Spike said happily, holding out his plate. “Can I have another one?”

“Eyup,” Velvet replied as she put another piece on his plate.

“Me too!” Twilight said. “This is even better than I remember it, mom. Did you change the recipe?”

“Nope,” Velvet chuckled. “Just put in an extra helping of my special ingredient this time.”

Twilight stopped just short of taking another bite. “What's that?”

“Love,” her mother said with a sly grin.

Author's Note

Since I'm not a native English speaker, I can't imitate a southern accent to safe my life, much less put it to paper. I hope it's at least passable.

The set-up in this one is kinda cliché, but hopefully I managed to put enough of a spin on it to keep it interesting.