"Why ya hidin'?" Apple Bloom shouted in her usual cheery, energetic southern drawl.

Big Macintosh was attacking his horse collar with a hammer when his youngest sister arrived to greet him. He jumped with surprise. "Apple Bloom!" he bellowed.

Apple Bloom leapt atop the workbench Big Macintosh was using to try to pry his Horse Collar loose. "Thats mah name! Yer hidin' in the barn from granny's boiled celery ain'cha?"

Big Mac furrowed his brow. Why was his sister choosing this moment to chat with him? She was a hoofful when he wasn't under the spell of cursed farm equipment. Oh well. That seemed like a convenient enough excuse for why he was in the barn in the barn after sundown. "Yeeu--"

Apple Bloom lunged forward nearly getting cheek to cheek with Big Macintosh. "Hey!" she cried. "Why ya tryin' tah take off yer fancy pantsy new horse collar? Applejack gave that to you!"

Big Macintosh nearly had a heart attack. Apple Bloom was nearly touching him. He lunged backward as though Apple Bloom had been a leaping shark threatening to snap off his head.

Apple Bloom stared down from atop the workbench at the cowering workhorse below. Her jaw hung slack for a moment before she bristled, nearly leaping on the spot while she shouted, "What's gotten into yah big brother?" She crouched down like a cat ready to lunge and squinted at Big Macintosh.

She added, "You an' Applejack been actin' mighty suspicious lately! What kinda devilry you bin' up to?"

Big Macintosh lamented inwardly. What happened to his simple life? What happened to being able to go about his day, barely saying two words, and returning home to a warm bowl of honeyed oats? "Well, I uh... Ye see..."

Apple Bloom interrupted Big Macintosh with a joyful gasp. "Naw don' tell me! Ah gots an idea! Cutie Mark Crusaders Private Investigators! Oh this'll be fun!"

Well, buck me sideways and call me Seabiscuit.

Big Mac winced. "Nnope. That dun' sound fun at all Apple Bloom."

Apple Bloom had already boarded the hyper train, however. "Oh ah can't wait to see what mah cutie mark looks like after ah find out all these secrets! Ahm gonna get the girls an interrogate mah big sis!"

Apple Bloom hopped off the work bench and dove gracefully into a pile of old boxes. "Where's that really bright desk lamp, Big Mac? Ye know the one. It's all metal and metaly." She rooted around, tossing bits of old family knickknacks aside. "Big Mac?"

She peeked up over the edge of the boxes and frowned. The barn door flapped gently in the breeze and Big Macintosh was nowhere to be found.

Apple Bloom whined exasperatedly. "Land sakes, big brother."

Big Mac was galloping as fast as he could by now, before coming to a sudden stop to hide behind an apple tree. He panted, leaning his back up against it and catching his breath.

His fears were all but confirmed now by the fact that some magical force was keeping it in place. It was the horse collar that deserved blame for all this, or the credit, depending on which part of his brain was assessing the situation.

He closed his eyes, and breathed slowly. If he just relaxed, surely the solution to his problems would come to him.

At least he was in his orchard now; safe, and far away from any females that he might end up violating, accidentally or otherwise. The one thing he truly knew was that, out here, he was at peace. The orchard was his true home, and the twilight would never judge him.

There was a paff sound, and a metallic scent in the air that Big Macintosh had smelled before.

"Oh horseapp--"

"You!" Twilight Sparkle cried, marching up to Big Mac, blowing hot air from her nostrils like a furious bull half ready to charge forth and gore him.

Big Mac got up to his hooves, "Now Twilight, ah--"

Twilight Sparkle wan't going to hear any of it. She reached out to touch Big Mac's red coated shoulder for a fraction of a second. He tried to draw away but it was too late. She pulled her hoof away and released her breath sharply as though she had just been zapped by static electricity. She developed a pained expression. "It's true! How could you, Big Mac?"

Her words were drenched with shock, disbelief, and heartbroken contempt, "How could you do that to Fluttershy? She's never hurt anypony in her life, Big Mac."

Twilight was nearly bringing herself to tears. Big Mac didn't stand a chance. It wasn't long before he started to weep. Twilight was right. She was right about it all. Fluttershy was the last pony in the world that deserved to have sick sex games played on her against her will.

"Ahm sorry, it wasn't on purp--"

Big Mac couldn't get a word in edgewise. Twilight cut him off with an impassioned rebuking, "Don't lie to me! Don't you dare lie to me! It'll make it..." She hung her head. "It-it'll make it worse for you, when..." Her voice grew more hushed. "When I tell Princess Celestia."

Big Mac was gripped by a sudden wave of terror. He drew in a sharp gasp, and trembled on the spot. Surely she wouldn't do that?!

Twilight explained herself. Her voice, which only moments prior was filled with haughty indignation, was quickly sinking into sorrow and pity. "Using magic to get sex is a terrible crime, Big Mac."

Big Mac hung his head, and begged softly. "Please, Miss Sparkle. Please don' be tellin' Celestia what I done. Ahm sorry. Ahm rightly sorry."

"I can't just forgive you, Big Mac! What you did; it was--" she struggled for words, even though she knew the word she needed to use. What other word was there? "It was..." She stopped, and asked, "Did you know she was in love with you?"

This was rock bottom. Big Mac's eyes widened as his mind reeled from Twilight's words. He had been struck like a ton of bricks. He had no idea a stallion could possibly feel this much pain. He had crossed the line, and a wound had torn open inside of him that promised to become a scar so deep that his heart would be disfigured forever.

He couldn't cry any more. He might never cry again; not after this.

Big Mac wanted to tell Twilight that he had no idea Fluttershy was in love with him. He wanted to tell Twilight that he loved Fluttershy too, and he just made a terrible mistake. He wanted to tell Twilight that his heart was mangled in his chest and it hurt so bad.

But, all that came out was, "Please don't tell Celestia."

Twilight spoke softly. Her words were cold, but they were also conflicted. There was inner turmoil in the young mare's mind. Life can be unfair, and sometimes the decisions that are so important can come so early. This night was going to have consequences. "I've thought a lot about what to do."

She started to shake. Oh Tartarus why was she shaking? What was she thinking? Had she just resolved to do something? Had she just decided to tell Celestia?

"It was rape, Big Mac. You used magic to rape somepony."

Her tone of voice made Big Mac all the more convinced of his fate. She sounded more certain of herself. He closed his eyes, and wondered if perhaps he was lucky Celestia would end his misery. He tried to accept his fate with dignity and serenity, taking slow breaths.

"I mean, we've all thought about doing it, but you have to resist the temptation."

Big Mac's eyes shot open.

Twilight was staring at him.

"Uh.. Miss Sparkle it wasn't-- I didn't--"

"I mean we're all curious, and maybe a bit inexperienced. It's hard to make friends and it's even harder to fall in love, and sometimes... you might have fantasies."

Big Mac's eyes slowly grew wider.

"And I-- I could tell her. I could tell Celestia right now, so... You'd..." Twilight's trembling grew ever more violent. "You'd better do what I tell you!"

Big Mac furrowed his brow in terrified disbelief. "Twilight, what I dun to Fluttershy, did it make you--" His words caught in his throat as he was suddenly wrapped up in a soft magenta glow, and levitated off the ground.

Twilight tried to overcome her trepidation by barking orders at the confused and helpless Big Mac. She turned him over in her magic field so that his back was facing toward her. "Don't look at me! You don't get to look at me."

He immediately disregarded her instructions, looking back over his shoulder with wide eyed panic as he saw Twilight moving closer to him with her hoof outstretched, ready to touch his withers. "Twilight! Dun do this!"

Twilight snapped at him, but refused to make eye contact. "I said don't look at me! You have to do what I say!"

Terrified, Big Mac looked straight at the tree in front of him. She was right. He did have to do what she said. She had everything she needed to blackmail him, and even if she didn't, what was he going to do about it? He was trapped in a levitation spell.

Twilight Sparkle slipped her hoof gently into the bristling fur of Big Mac's scruff, and broke into a delighted shuddering moan.

Big Mac stared at the apple tree with a pained expression as Twilight Sparkle's lewd moans started to get louder. She was really scaring him. She had so much power over him that, for all his strength, he might as well have been a tiny baby chick compared to her. She was crossing a line and she knew it, but that wasn't stopping her. What's going to happen next? She could really hurt him if she wanted to and, Celestia help him, she just might want to. He was overcome with grief and helplessness.

Twilight spoke, and by the sound of her voice behind him, he could tell that she was grinning with pleasure. "Hahh. This magic feels so.. Hahh! Already?!" she cried out. Her sharp moaning gasps grew more desperate with each passing moment.

Big Mac tried to peek over his shoulder now. Circumstances aside, this was hot. He was going to make her cum and she wanted it bad. He couldn't help but grow hard at the sight.

Twilight's knees quivered, and she fell down to her belly over her unsteady hooves. Desperately, she was certain to keep her hoof firmly attached to Big Mac's fur, despite her growing convulsions. She reached up with her other forehoof and ran it through her mane, tangling the pink and purple stripes together into a frizzy mess. "Ah! Aahn! Ohhh!" she wailed, shrieking loudly as her body tensed sharply, convulsing against the grass.

Big Mac started to flail in mid air with panic. "Twilight! Twilight! Enougha that caterwallin! Somepony's gonna hear!"

Twilight breathed, "Oh... wow," in airy disbelief. Her hoof weakly slid off of Big Mac's back. Soon, she was humming sweetly with afterglow. "Mm. Mm."

Big Mac squirmed a bit more in the levitation field, and sighed with relief. He looked down at Twilight, pleased to hear silence once more.

Twilight parted her lips and giggled, before thrusting her hoof even firmer against Big Mac's fur and loosing another impassioned scream of pleasure.

Big Mac tried desperately to get his fur away from her hoof. "Twilight! Stop!"

She managed to muster up enough anger to say, "I told you not to look at me! You're not allowed to be turned on by this or I'll tell! I'll tell Celestia!" Her own words of cruelty were giving her a sinful rush of pleasure, accelerating her orgasm.

Big Mac quickly obeyed and looked back toward the tree, but there wasn't much he could do about being turned on. He was rock hard now.

Twilight was overcome with the hot rush of an incredible orgasm. By the sound of the screaming, Big Mac was convinced that Applejack would come running out of the farmhouse any moment now, ready to slay whatever creature had escaped from the Everfree Forest fixin' to devour the sweet and innocent Twilight Sparkle.

"Twilight stop yer hollerin'!" Big Mac struggled violently, bucking at the air.

Twilight pressed her muzzle into the ground, and let her hoof slip free of Big Mac's scruff. She panted contentedly into the wild grass as the last of the twilight faded into the horizon.

The magic field holding Big Mac seemed to sputter and pop, before it finally gave way and let him fall to the earth. "Oof!"

Twilight took a long, contented sigh.

Moving quickly to his hooves, Big Mac tiptoed away nervously while the distracted Twilight enjoyed the afterglow of her second orgasm. She was so awash with relaxation now that she couldn't muster up a levitation spell even if she tried.

Big Mac galloped away from the sorceress quickly with his rigid stallionhood tapping his belly with each step.

"You can't tell or Celestia will find out. You can't tell anypony," Twilight called to Big Mac as he made his escape. There was the a hint of fear in her voice.

Why me?

A nearby bush rustled softly. Sweetie Belle leaned over and whispered loudly enough for both Scootaloo and Apple Bloom to hear, but softly enough that Twilight wouldn't catch them.

"Maybe he was tickling her?"

Author's Note

Damn, Twilight. You a freak, girl.