BUCK

On Hearts and Hooves Day, Big Mac and Cheerilee celebrate their anniversary. The year before current, they traveled to Canterlot to take a scenic tour and later had a fine dinner at a local bakery. The year before last, they re-enacted their wonderful picnic in the park, like the year before that, at their first meeting.

Big Mac met Cheerilee in the town square, to discuss the days festivities. Big Mac didn’t know how he felt about that. He wasn’t meeting the Cheerilee in his drawings, but the real Cheerilee. The real purple-pink pony who loved him dearly, but would never approve of his strange thinking.

His goal, however, was always to please her; because deep down, Big Mac loved Cheerilee for all she was, right down to her pony soul. And there she was, waiting for him.

“Hey there, Big Mac!” she said.

“Punkin’,” said the red pony, vaguely.

“What took you so long? I was waiting for you for a while! I couldn’t wait to see you!”

Big Mac felt slightly embarrassed, and reeled back a little. “‘Spose Ah took longer than Ah thought Ah would.”

“Oh, honey. Say, what are we doing for Hearts and Hooves Day?”

Big Mac reeled at the question. He had been waiting in fear and excitement for this moment all morning. He was going to ask Cheerilee to simply stay with him for a night in.

He had no idea as to how his special somepony would respond; wether she would be excited for some alone time, or if she would be disappointed with the simplicity of the idea.

“Ah was thinkin’,” Big Mac paused and shuddered for but a second, but pulled himself out of his shock with sheer will, “we might spend the night at mah’ place. We could spend a fine night in, juss’ enjoyin’ each other’s company n’ such.”

It took Cheerilee what seemed like history’s longest second to respond.

“Oh, Big Mac, you’re such a romantic stallion! That sounds like a wonderful idea!”

“Eyyup.” Big Mac said, shining on the inside.

“When will you be expecting me?”

“‘Round six.”

Cheerilee came in close to Big Mac and almost whispered.

“I’m sure gonna love your company, later.”

Cheerilee swept herself into the crowd, and left Big Macintosh to revel.

It was no secret that Big Mac was a strong and handsome stallion, and Cheerilee wasn’t particularly bad looking either. As far as the red pony’s knowledge ascertained, Cheerilee was fairly satisfied with their relationship in private quarters.

Big Mac tried his best to spend these private sessions focusing on her needs and wants, but often found himself longing to fulfill his own fantasies. Most notably on Hearts and Hooves Day. On this particular Hearts and Hooves Day, Big Mac was going to make a suggestion, and try to make his fantasy a reality.

Almost giddy with nervous energy, the strong bucking pony leapt back to his home, to prepare the parlor for his special somepony’s accompaniment.