Butterfly in the Orchard

(Warning: innuendo)

All around Ponyville the preparations for an upcoming storm were being made. This storm, though, wasn’t one like the pegasi made to catch up with needed rains. This was the Everfree hurricane, a storm which emerges from the Everfree Fforest every five springs like clockwork. Somewhere within the forest the winds gather, clouds collect, and friction rises to create an unstoppable storm. The rains last for one day in a given area, then it proceeds to move on, but the damage is drastic.

All towns that neighbor the Everfree forest prepare their homes with barred windows and up to specs roofing. The wagons and carts are placed in a garage as to keep them from flying into buildings. The town’s weather team is placed on preparations control duty to inspect the readiness of the town. The towns ponies are set to do all the preparations needed before the storm comes.

The town is set and there is one last patrol made for the outer areas of town, and two farm sibling accompany the rainbow maned pegasus to her last minute duties.

“yuh should’uf gotten this done sooner, Rainbow,” said the slightly annoyed orange pony, “it’s starting to drizzle”

“It’s not my fault,” protested the pegasus, “Mr. Waddle was slowing me down again, he made me lift him five meters to bar a window on the retirement home.”

“Well, I’ll give you that,” she replied “That kooky old stallion still thinks he’s as strong and reliable as mah bro here.” She jokingly said while pointing a hoof at the large red stallion next to her.

“Now, now applejack, sometimes a stallion still feels young at heart, even if they lack the strength from their youth.” He said.

“Just like you and Twilight’s smarty pants doll?” Rainbow Dash brought up. Big Macintosh looked slyly away from the mares knowing how his sister would look at him if she found out he still had the doll. “What did Twilight tell you after that day anyways.”

Big Mac blushed a bit giving Applejack a look of suspicion. “Well, she said I could keep her, as long as she could still see her.”

After a quick chuckle they realized the rain was getting harder. The pelting of droplets felt like stones being dropped from the heavens. They took shelter underneath the awning of a kiosk. The rain sounded of a thousand galloping ponies rushing around them at full speed, not much could be heard, except the sound of a nearby lightning strike. The sound spooked all three ponies.

“That one sounded close,” Applejack stated the obvious.

“I sure hope Fluttershy’s okay,” added Rainbow Dash. “She always hated storms like these.”

Big Mac’s ears perked at the mention of Fluttershy. He looked to the south east, the direction of Fluttershy’s Cottage.

“Last storm she told me she spent it locked in her room with some of her… hey Big Mac, where are you going.” She said as the red stallion galloped through the rain. The two mares stood waiting underneath the shelter bewildered by the fact he ran off as they talked about… “Oh now I get it.” Rainbow Dash realized.

“What Rainbow?”

“He got worried about Fluttershy and ran off to keep her safe,” she said in a lovingly sing song tone.

“Got worr…” she shook her head, “that sono’va snake better not try anythin’ funny on her,” she spat out at the now invisible red spec in the white stinging rain.

“Like any of that would ever happen, Fluttershy says he’s a real Gentlecolt.” She stopped to see Applejack’s blank stare into the haze. “Now come on, Rarity’s can’t be far from here.”

As they sprinted off in the rain, direction opposite of which Big Mac headed, Applejack asked, “yuh really think mah bro wouldn’t try somethin’?”

“Don’t worry about it Applejack, what’s the worst that can happen.”

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A day has passed and the storm with it, leaving behind a trail of branches and debris for the ponies to clean. The medical team has made a tent in town square to attend to those who were injured in any way. The local apartment complex suffered great injuries as a neighboring tree collapsed onto it. The medics had their hooves busy. Pinkie pie was there to help the injured, with laughter of course.

Pinkie hopped from bed to bed telling joke after joke. She wore a lab coat with a colorful napkin hanging from the left pocket, long shoes, colored glasses and a rubber nose. It was the typical wear for the legendary Doctor Patch. To the foals it was entertaining, but well some of the grown ponies had difficulty.

“hey you got a branch in your thigh. he he,” Pinkie said to Raindrop, who had a branch stabbed into her left foreleg’

“I know what you’re going to say and dear Celestia if y…”

“Don’t worry life will turn over a new leaf” the mare slammed her right hoof onto her forehead, trying to not believe what she said.

After getting booted from the tent she sits on a rock pondering what she did wrong. She notices a conversation close by. The voices were familiar, A deep, slow male voice and a more rapid and nasal voice. She peaked over to be sure. She saw Big Mac talking to Doctor stable, the background noises were drowning out the conversation but she caught some key points.

“She had a pretty painful time; I didn’t think her hip could withstand it…” Big Mac said, “I don’t think she will be walking right for a while”

“I am too busy here, (…) I’ll send somepony over to check on miss Flutter…” he said constantly stopped by the moans and clatter of the tent. Big Mac left the area heading into town.

“What did he say?” Pinkie asked herself as she checked the random connections she called a memory. She begins to remember some phrases from a rather adult book she read.

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Her frail body came close to his. The air was getting hot and humid. The hotel room sparkled with the lights of their candles and the steam from their backs. The window was open, not just to let a breeze in but let the city know of their love. She was a virgin, yet she understood what was going on and knew where this was going to lead.

“I’m scared, are you sure this is not going to hurt?” she asked as she breathed heavily on his face. I mean, will there be a lot of pain?” her innocence was cute, it humored her experienced lover.

Red Libido stole a kiss from her mouth to keep her calm and in the mood. “your first time will hurt, neigh, painful, I believe your hips will feel like they can’t withstand it.” He moved closer to her, holding her hooves, “but I think the pleasure will outweigh the pain.”

“Oh Red…”

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“That was wonderful” she said as she tried to step up from her love soaked sheets. She fumbled on the floor, her hind legs weren’t agreeing with her.

“I should have warned you,” said Red “you wouldn’t be walking straight for about a week.”

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Pinkie came back from her mind, her filthy, filthy mind with a new idea of what was happening. She tries remembered the last name they called out, “fritter, no, Flitter, Flutter. Fluttershy.” She gasped “Fluttershy? Did he do the happy couples alone time with Fluttershy?” she quickly galloped into town in search of someone to talk to.

Rarity walked through town angrily as she mumbled to herself. “Dumb Applejack and Rainbow Dash, barging into my home unannounced, drinking all my wine and making a mockery of my dress making in front of my Sweetie Belle and now making me collect herb for their hangovers. What was it again that they needed.” Arriving at the herb store she rummaged through her bag trying to find the note with the three herbs scribbled on it.

In the process of finding the note she dropped her wallet. As she exclaimed a womanly curse, seeing as her custom made wallet fell into a puddle, she attracted the attention of a certain stallion. His shorn fetlocks were unmistakable.

“Need some help Miss Rarity?” said the deep voice.

“Oh Big Mac,” she said, embarrassed in his presence, “I didn’t expect to see you here, do you mind picking up my wallet?”

“No problem Miss.” She said with a smile reaching down with his mouth. He picked the wallet out of the puddle and placed it on a wooden table.

“Thank you kindly Big Mac,” she said with gratitude, just before turning sour. “if only your sister was as educated as you”

“What happened now, Miss?”

“Well your sister and Rainbow Dash came running into my home, leaving puddles on my carpet floors.”

“Well…I…” he stammered trying to see the problem.

“And then of all things they broke into my wine rack and drank every last drop of my most potent bottles; which left them intoxicated, IN FRONT OF Sweetie Belle none the less. I had to send her to her room for the night while I attempted to keep your sister at bay. Oh, the things she spouted out.”

Big Mac was amazed by all this, well except how rowdy she gets while under the influence. “I’m guessing they have a mighty hangover, am I right?”

“Well yes, now she sent me over to collect some herbs for that. if only I could remember the names of those herbs.”

“Willow bark,”

“Excuse me?”

“Willow bark, thyme and ginger, That’s the remedy my family uses for headaches and nausea, mostly caused by drinkin’ or morning sickness.”

“Really? I didn’t expect you to know so much about herbs, I mean not that I thought you were uneducated or anything.” She blushed in embarrassment.

“When you live on a farm, you kinda have to know this stuff.” He said rubbing his neck, “you know I got some spare thyme and willow bark, you could probably use this for their headache.”

“You have friends feeling the morning after as well?” asked rarity as he gave the bark to her.

Big Mac halted, “not exactly, well she had a…” she hesitated to say even more, “I’ve said too much,  I gotta go” he said as he galloped off out of Rarity’s view.

Rarity headed off back to her house with a grumpy Pegasus and earth pony waiting for her. Their heads hanging low, and the ground and on the table off to the side of the room, Eyes blood shot and rolling in a black sack. She entered lightly tapping the door in closing.

“Couldn’t you be much quieter?” groaned Rainbow Dash. “You didn’t have to slam it”

“Quit you’re talkin’ Rainbow, my head hurts too,” said Applejack.

“Quit complaining,” interrupted Rarity, “after what you put me through last night I was starting to get a head ache.”

“Yap, yap, yap, did yah get the root?” asked Applejack.

“I got it, you were lucky that your brother gave me some Willow bark. I didn’t have to spend too much”

Applejack’s ears sparked interest. Her ears shot up. “Did yuh say he had Root?” she asked.

“Well he showed me which roots to use.”

“But why did he have it?” she asked again, “did he have a hangover?”

“Not exactly, he said it was for a friend, he didn’t exactly tell me what she had…” their interest sparked, as she finished that statement. “Where did you say he went?”

“He went south west,” Rainbow Dash said waving her hoof in the air, towards f…” Rainbow Dash paused, suddenly everyone was thinking. “No, he couldn’t have… they couldn’t have”

“Mah bro would never stoop so low.” She said loudly just before holding he head from the self induced headache.

“Calm down, he couldn’t have done something like that, could he?” rarity turned red from the

Applejack, still rubbing her head, was getting frustrated with the fact his brother could have had special alone time with her best friend. But he was still irritated by the sharp pain in her head, “boil the bark first, then we’ll talk about this later”

As Rainbow Dash laid on the ground, trying to keep a straight thought, she couldn’t help but wonder what happened to Fluttershy. Things piled in to create a scene that would seem plausible. The fact of the matter, Fluttershy is afraid of lightning…

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Crash, Boom, The lightning struck breaking over the sound of the heavy sloshing of the rain. Crash, boom, again the lightning stuck. The storm was getting stronger minute by minute. The tree cottage was alone, surrounded by a wall of falling water and wind. Inside was a frail, shivering yellow Pegasus. Her whimpers, while loud in her room, were washed into nothingness by the rain. She was alone. Nopony could hear her.

The crash of the thunder, the flash of light, these things were the only sights and sounds she was aware of. Then came a pounding on the door, Thump, thump, thump. The mare was frightened. Thump, thump, thump again. The frightened mare crept slowly downstairs. Step by step she went down to the living room, where she could hear a voice.

“Fluttershy!” it called a familiar tone a rusty voice, one which comes from a fairly big stallion.

The mare moved closer to get a good listen to the voice.

It called again, “Fluttershy, are you in there?” this time she was sure who the voice belonged to.

“Big Macintosh” she cried out, rattling the locks and chains from her door. The door swung open letting in a soaked stallion. He shook himself off, leaving a puddle on the floor, and pats of water on the living room furniture. “What are you doing here?” she asked in confusion.

“I heard you don’t like lightning storms.” The red stallion trotted closer to her. “I came to see if you were fine”

“You will catch a cold.” She said in worry, let me turn on the fireplace so you can dry off” the red stallion looked at his back, still drenched in rain. He agrees to the offer.

The heater was crackling. It was a wood fire heater, not like the fancy ones the towns ponies had, but it made do for her needs. The stallion laid nearby, letting the heat dry his coat. The mare watched him as he laid there looking back at her, glance by glance. The waving light from the heater rubbed the red coat of the stallion leaving an orange glow. A blush came to both their faces.

Crash! Came another strike. The mare shot up and ran for cover. the stallion took notice of the situation. He stepped forward and placed a hoof on her back. “it’s okay doll, I’m here to protect you.”

Her eyes began to glimmer. her eyes began to close halfway with a feeling of love and arousal. She slowly moved towards his face, slowly saying his name. “Big… Mac…”

The kiss sealed their night. They walked back over to the warmth of the flame and lay next to each other. Their tongues played. Their bodies moistened. Their hearts melted. Then slowly he reached down to her… “RAINBOW DASH!”

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“Rainbow Dash!” shouted Applejack. Rainbow had a weird look on her face, a smile with streams of drool hanging from both corners, a streak of red glowing over her nose and cheeks. It was a face applejack remembers all too well. “Were yuh fantasizing ‘bout mah brother again?”

Rainbow snapped out of it. “No I wasn’t,” she protested.

“Ah can see the erect wings, yuh know” she pointed at the hard wings on her back, the clear sign of arousal for pegasi, second to the uncontrolled horn sparkles from a unicorn.

“Well, I…” she tried to create an excuse “it’s not like I’ the only one who does.”

“Yeah, well ah didn’t expect mah friends to have them.” she said in defence of the acusation. She turned o Rarity, who was looking down, kicking her hooves. “Not you too” she cried

“Even Twilight said she had the same feelings,” Applejack’s head began to spin more.

“Relax,” said Rarity, “it just means your brother is a very well liked stallion in the female community.”

She continued to get her head around the fact every mare she knows has feelings for her brother. Then her head came around to Fluttershy. What state could she be in? What did Big Macintosh do? There was only one way to find out.

“Drink your tea girls,” Applejack shot up, just before crashing down from a pain in her head, “we’re goin’ tuh Fluttershy’s house”

“But you two were the ones having the drinking contest.” Rarity quietly protested to her inclusion.

Pinkie Pie was on a quest, a quest to see if Big Mac really did the “hanky panky”(not to be confused with the earth pony Hanky Panky, the town’s seedy magazine distributer) with Fluttershy. She had followed him around, from the hospital to the herb store. Now she followed him to the pharmacy. She stayed in the shadows, gazing at him. Trying to find proof of the, as she put it, “hankying and pankying”

Inside she stood behind the shelve wearing a disguise, the doctor Patch costume from the tent. In her eyes she was a ninja, a colorful ninja who entertained foals by dressing as a clown and chopping the piñata with an oversized scalpel. She imagined the picture. The foals are sad, the music stopped, the cake fell on the floor. Then comes in Doctor Pinkie the party ninja, bringing not pain but piñatas filled with candy, and what’s this from her coat fly out cupcakes. She takes out her ninja scalpel-sword and chops the cupcakes revealing more candy. The children are happy, the party is saved.

By the time pinkie opens her eyes Big Mac is gone.

She rushes outside, trying to find a sign to see where he went. But with all the cleaning it is hard to find a path in the muddy streets. But she sees a red spec turning the corner near city hall. She rushes on over to see him conversing with a familiar orange stallion. There was too much noise to get a clear sound of their conversations. This time she made sure to get close enough, so she jumped in a barrel and rolled in.

“She got hurt real bad last night. She started to bleed” said the red stallion.

“So you spent the whole night with her then,” replied the other stallion “I’m amazed, I would have left when I got the first chance.”

“Well I’m not like that, I prefer to stay with a friend until times get better.” He paused for a moment, “which reminds me, I gotta go check on her” he said his farewell and trotted off.

As soon as she heard the clopping of his hooves get softer she jumped out of the barrel, giving Caramel a little fright. “Aha,” she said in exposition, “now we will see the guilt of your crimes”

“I thought you were a balloon,” caramel gasped, “those things give me quite a fright.”

The time came. Big Mac came to the bridge leading to the cottage made out of a hollowed oak. He slowly trotted over to keep clear of the debris. Reaching the door he was halted by the bellowing of a familiar mare.

“Big Macintosh!” she shouted. “What did yuh did with Fluttershy?”

“Well… I…” he was startled by the line of questioning.

“Did you do it?!” shouted pinkie pie as she dropped from a tree. “did you do the Hanky Panky with her?”

“The hanky pank…? I would never…” he was suddenly interrupted.

“Did you use the storm as an excuse to put your cucumber in her buns? Because if you did, you will have to answer to me,” Said the cyan Pegasus waiving her hoof at him.

“You don’t have to be so crude Rainbow Dash” scorned Rarity, “but still if you, bunked with our friend Fluttershy you have to tell us. Not in detail though.”

“I know yuh think you’re older than me by ‘lot, but sometimes we still need tuh make sure our decisions are final, but the matter is ah don’t want to be an auntie yet.”

That statement dropped Big Mac back on his flank. “A little one? Me?” she said to himself.

Suddenly the door came to an open. Zecora stepped out, “your voices, lowered could you please keep; dear Fluttershy Is trying to sleep,”

“Sleep? Was she hurt that bad?” asked Rarity

“Her fever is hot, but I needed Willow for the pain; I need a clean splint, for her sprain.”

“Huh” was the only thing Rainbow Dash could say

“You see, Fluttershy was tending to the animals when a branch fell from a nearby tree, it hit her hard, and with a cut she caught a mighty fever.” Big Mac explained “why on earth would you think I impregnated her?”

Pinkie pie and Dash turned red and panned their eye to the side.

“you didn’t actually explain why she needed the Willow Bark,” confessed Rarity, “and you only explained the use for morning sickness and hangovers, it was obvious what we would think.” She tried to defend herself.

“I heard fractions of your conversations,” said pinkie abruptly, “and I have been reading too many of twilight’s adult shelf in her room.” She giggled in embarrassment as she rubbed her head.

Applejack just pointed at Rainbow Dash, “she’s got a dirty mind.

“And I think that is quite understandable” said a familiar librarian. “I hope you all learned a lesson.”

“Twilight what are you doing here?” asked Rarity

“I was helping Zecora” she answered, "I was doing a study on the storm with Zecora when Big Mac ran to us for help Fluttershy early this morning. Good thing I read up on first aid, and Zecora had some herb ready in case of fevers.”

“After rains, when a fever I feel; I take a whiff of brewed Goldseal.” added Zecora.

The girls felt guilty, and worried for the mare that was in bed, ill from the symptoms previously stated. They headed off to the town, leaving the zebra and the stallion.

“Miss Zecora?” called Big Mac, the zebra turned to him, “I haven’t the heart to tell them what really happened last night,” his smiled turned around, “how helpless I was.” He started to shiver from the pain his heart was taking.