Tuesday

It was a Tuesday afternoon in Ponyville. Celestia's sun was overhead, preventing everypony from freezing to death, and was doing quite a fantastic job of it. The town square was bustling with ponies of all flavours going about their daily business. In other words, it was just another ordinary day. Or so everypony thought.

It all began with our stallion of the hour, Big Macintosh. He was out in town running some errands, or to be more specific, purchasing some items so that he could restock some of the farm supplies back home at Sweet Apple Acres.

“...And your total is thirty-four bits,” calculated the young female cashier.

Big Mac slid some coins out of his saddlebag and onto the counter. He then replaced them with the ropes that he had just purchased.

“Have a nice day!” she said happily as she waved goodbye to her customer. This brought a smile to the red pony's face.

“Eeyup,” he replied, and then he continued walking down the road. As he was walking, he started to enter a phase of idle thought. Big Mac thought to himself about how the cashier pony looked fairly attractive, especially her face. When considering how cute she looked when bidding adieu, one could only imagine the possible magnitudes of arousal one would incur from seeing those eyes in the bedroom. Big Mac chuckled to himself while making a mental note to get better acquainted with her some time in the future.

Having finished his business in town for the day, he then began to stroll about aimlessly, seeing if anything could catch his interest. But while Big Macintosh was on the move, off in the distance, watching him from afar, was a demure little pegasus, who was yellow in more ways than one.

Fluttershy.

She had been practically stalking Big Mac for the past few months whenever he made his rounds throughout the town, desperately trying to build up the courage to walk up to him and say something, but any attempts at steeling herself were always to no avail, and this fine Tuesday afternoon would be no exception. Feeling defeated, Fluttershy gave a disheartened sigh.

“Come on, Fluttershy, he's right there in front of you, all you have to do is...”

Her failed attempt at self-encouragement was interrupted by the tapping of a soft paw against the front of her hoof. She looked down at the disturbance and was presented with her own faithful companion, Angel Bunny, who was ready to give some gestures of advice. Aiming his paw in Big Macintosh's general direction, Angel gave Fluttershy a stern smile and nodded, as if to say, “Do it, faggot.”

Not wanting to upset the bunny, Fluttershy finally built up the courage to chase down the prize that she had desired for the longest time.

While trotting to her objective point, she attempted to formulate a battle plan in her mind. Although panicking slightly, the pegasus managed to keep her thoughts under control, and decided that her chances at success would depend on the quality of her opening line. But there was no more time for thinking, because she had already arrived. The yellow pony slowed her pace as she drew nearer to the stallion of her dreams.

Meanwhile, Big Macintosh was still randomly wandering about with his body in Ponyville, and his mind in an impure fantasy land. A voice behind him sounded just barely loud enough to get his attention. Mildly shocked, he turned towards the sound, hoping that nopony was reading his thoughts, and found that its source was one of his sister's friends, the lemon-like beauty known as Fluttershy.

“Oh, um, hi, Big Macintosh. You're, uh, looking quite...” While racking her brain for a suitable adjective, Fluttershy spotted a certain protrusion that was poorly concealed within the earth pony's hulking physique. Blushing profusely, she finished her sentence with, “...muscular today.”

This compliment was met with an “Eeyup” and a smile from Big Macintosh. “You're looking mighty fine, yourself, Fluttershy,” he continued.

The compliment caused Fluttershy to blush even more severely, and was accompanied by (Squee!) an embarrassed smile from the recipient. After taking a few moments to recompose herself, she then advanced the conversation by asking the earth pony, “So, where are you headed for?”

“I'm not quite sure, myself,” answered the red pony. “I've already done what I needed to do for today, so I'm just lookin' around before I go back to the farm.”

Fluttershy perked up. This had been the opportunity she had been waiting for. “How about coming over to my cottage...” Her confidence faltered. “...Uh, you know, if that's okay with you...”

Jackpot. Big Macintosh had just been propositioned by a beautiful young mare, and he could tell, because all the signs were in place, from the nervous demeanour to the excitable facial expressions, and most importantly of all, the uninhibited erect wings. Big Mac knew that he was in luck, because for him, this Tuesday was going to be another day at the office.