The Horse Collar

Big Mac munched his apple pie slowly. Munch. Munch.

His gaze didn't waver from his little sister, who refused to gaze back. She looked guiltier than a sinner in church. He slowly squinted his eyes.

Surely the thing he thought happened, did not happen. Because, firstly, those things don't happen, and second, this was his little sister, and third, this was Applejack. There's no way she had a twitching orgasm just from gently cuddling him. Not him, of all ponies.

Squint. Munch. Munch.

This called for a test. Somehow he had to end up cuddling somepony. Preferably not a family member, in case it worked.

Granny Smith squinted. She looked across the dinner table between the two of them with curious and judgmental eyes. What secrets were they keeping now? She piped up, "Y'all bes not be up to some tomfoolery you two. Ah was young once. Ah know mischief when I see it."

Applejack developed a fiery tomato red blush. She hated telling lies, and she sure as sugar wasn't going to tell the truth, so she cleared her throat loudly and told a half-truth instead. "Oh lookit that it's time for me ta hit the hay. Not feelin' very good. Need a might bit a rest."

Before Granny Smith could protest Applejack had wolfed down her apple pie and excused herself with a little puff of smoke in her wake.

Granny Smith turned her probing gaze onto Big Mac next.

He wondered why he had to endure this scrutiny as well? None of this was his fault! He quickly punctuated Applejack's remarks with, "Yeeup!" and finished off his apple pie in much the same way as his little sister, running off to bed.

Granny Smith and Apple Bloom blinked at each other.

***

Big Mac immediately regretted this idea. He crawled out of the underside of the rose bush with a bitter groan. He was covered in scrapes and thorns.

He'd be lying to himself, though, if he didn't admit that he really really wanted this crazy plan to work.

He made his way toward Fluttershy's cottage, and timidly knocked on the door.

Fluttershy peeked out the crack of the door nervously, then flung it open when she witnessed Big Mac's cut up coat.

"B-Big Mac!" she cried out with a blush. "Oh you poor thing come inside."

It wasn't uncommon for apple family members to visit Fluttershy after getting a few scrapes. They knew that she had veterinary training and kept well stocked on first aid supplies, and her house was closer than the hospital. Big Mac, in particular, very much enjoyed to visit Fluttershy instead of the hospital, because of his coltish little crush.

Big Mac graciously accepted Fluttershy's invitation inside. "Ahm sorry ta impose Miss Fluttershy."

"Oh no no no no," Fluttershy hastily said in denial, "you can come here any time you're hurt, you poor guy."

Big Mac blushed hotly, and a knot started to form in his gut. Why did he choose Fluttershy for the test? Oh Celestia, what has he done? She's so sweet, and he really does love her. How can he be doing this?

"Let me get those out," Fluttershy insisted in her sweetest whispery voice, stepping closer to Big Mac, preaparing to lean up against him.

He abruptly stepped aside. "Wait!"

Fluttershy blinked, shocked, her foreleg still outstretched toward Big Mac's prior position.

Big Mac blushed hotly, "I mean.. you should fly up, so that you don't have to press up against me. That way you won't get any thorns in your fur."

Fluttershy smiled. "Oh, you're so thoughtful, and gentle! Um .. if you don't mind me saying." She looked downward self-consciously for a moment, before gently taking off into a hover above Big Mac's back. She set to work cleaning and disinfecting the thorn wounds, tossing thorns into the garbage.

Big Mac was completely disappointed in himself. Either he was a disturbed lech who believed in silly fantasies about magic orgasm power, or he was right about the magic orgasm power and he was some kind of monster who wants to go around mind controlling mares. Maybe the sting of the antiseptic was just deserts for his foalishness.

The fates themselves, however, care not for the petty scruples of a stallion with a crush.

Fluttershy's antiseptic cloth floated gently past Big Mac's face, as if in slow motion. A sweet and gentle, "Oopsie!" escaped from Fluttershy's lips. Instinctively, they both reached for the cloth.

Ever so gently, their cheeks and hooves touched. They both released a slow gasp, and then drew away from each other.

Their eyes met, giving each other the same concerned, curious stare, but for opposite reasons.

Fluttershy looked down after a moment, seeming somewhat calm. At least, she was as calm as Fluttershy ever got around another pony. Big Mac thought this was a good sign...

... until he looked at her wings. He had never seen such desperately flared wings in his life. Not even in those 'special magazines' he keeps under his mattress. If Granny Smith ever found those, then he sure as shootin' would have got the switch.

Fluttershy must have realized the predicament her wings had presented. She tried to speak, but it only came out as a distressed squeak.

Big Mac's heart was pounding in his chest. It really happened. He gave her a rush of pleasure just by touching her! Whatever's happening, it's real. He wondered if Fluttershy realized what's happening. Maybe, like Applejack had been, she was confused, and didn't know he's the source of her pleasure.

Applejack had been so desperate to find out what caused it. She wanted badly to repeat the experience. Maybe that was going through Fluttershy's mind right now? His heartrate increased even more as the temptation got too high and he made his decision. He was going to show her.

"Fluttershy," he said, before stepping in closer. Fluttershy instinctively backed away, but Big Mac reached his forehoof out to gently rub at her shoulder.

Fluttershy melted before Big Mac's eyes, Her jaw dropped and she craned her neck up as all four of her knees buckled. She released the sweetest and softest of breaths that trembled with lust, but still, she stepped away again.

Fluttershy didn't know how to feel about this. "What are you doing to me?" she asked. She sounded betrayed.

Big Mac's heart broke in his chest. What was he doing? Did he just rape Fluttershy? "I--" he said. His voice cracked and he was unable to finish his sentence.

"Why are you doing this?" Fluttershy asked. Tears welled in her eyes.

"It wasn't on purpose!" Big Mac lied hastily, and transparently.

"Are you using magic to get me to have sex with you?" she asked. Her sweet little face was filled with so much heartache. It looked like someone had stomped her heart into dust and spit on the remains.

Big Mac couldn't look at that face. He backed up so far that his hindquarters slammed into the door. "I'm so sorry Fluttershy!"

Fluttershy broke into tears, and Big Mac could take no more. He threw open Fluttershy's door, and leapt out into her front porch. He started to run, and didn't stop running, even as he looked back toward the house with tears in his eyes.

What have I done?