Hard To Explain

As the long, summer day came to a close, the sky turned from a cerulean blue to a deep tangerine mixed with shades of purple. Cirrus clouds silently drifted against the warm color palette as the moon prepared to take its sister’s place in the sky. Underneath the twilight sky, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle walked towards the entrance to Sweet Apple Acres to meet up with Apple Bloom. Now that it was summer, there was more time to get together and catch up. Tonight was going to be a Girl’s Night Out; a fun-filled night of bowling, something they had always enjoyed since they were fillies.

“It’s really nice that we finally got some free time, Scootaloo,” Sweetie Belle said to her friend as they walked along the path leading to the farmhouse.

“Right? A good break’s just what I’ve needed too. All those little fillies and colts at the Junior Speedsters camp were driving me nuts!” Scootaloo replied while she theatrically pulled on her mane which got a laugh out of her friend.

Thanks to Rainbow Dash and her connections with the Wonderbolts, Scootaloo was now one of the trainers at the Junior Speedsters flight camp. Although she wasn’t the best flyer around, she was quite the expert on agility. So far this year, the young flyers had proven to be a real handful, but Scootaloo always got them back under control whenever they acted up.

“I’ve been pretty busy with the Ponytones too,” Sweetie said. “ Our concert series is starting soon and we’ve been practicing even more than usual. My vocal chords are going to be made out of leather by our first performance!” Sweetie said with a light chuckle.

Ever since she realized her talent was singing, Sweetie Belle had been a vital member of the Ponytones. A few months earlier, it was actually decided to make Sweetie the head of the group. In no time at all, she booked several shows, one even being a private performance for Celestia and Luna!

“I’m just really looking forward to the three of us hanging out. We haven’t done it in a while, especially when you look back at how much time we spent trying to get our cutie-marks together,” Scootaloo said as she glanced at the microphone cutie mark on Sweetie Belle’s flank.

Sweetie Belle nodded. “It’ll be just like the old days.”

They continued up the path, passing the large apple orchard along the way. Even though they weren’t in season, the smell of fresh apples still lingered in the air.

To their left, they saw Big Macintosh moving some bales of hay with ease. Sweetie Belle started to call out to him, but stopped herself as she watched his movements. Her eyes were immediately drawn to his impressive body which wasn’t being covered by a shirt. As he worked, sweat trickled down his muscular frame.

“Sweetie Belle, why are you just standing there…” Scootaloo trailed off once she started watching Big Mac work.

The stallion continued on with his work, his muscles flexing as he lifted up the bales of hay and placed them into organized stacks. His body and some of his mane were wet with sweat. He breathed heavily, even though he wasn’t completely drained of energy. Sweat dropped from his toned arms when he bent down to pick up another bale with a working groan.

The two young mares were left speechless at Big Mac’s body. They took in a whiff of the evening air, hoping to catch his aroma, though they could only smell the scent of apples. When Big Mac saw Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo out of the corner of his eye, he dropped the hay with a huff and waved.

“Howdy!” he greeted with his usual deep voice, the sweat moving down his brawny chest.

Sweetie and Scootaloo tripped over their words and stuttered as they were far too distracted by his body to make conversation. Eventually, one of them gained enough composure to string a sentence together.

“H-hey, Big Mac! Doing some w-work, eh?” Scootaloo stammered and chuckled nervously.

“Eeyup!” he grunted as he bent down once more to pick up the last of the hay.

Sweetie and Scootaloo watched the sweat roll down his back, causing him to practically glisten in the setting sun. His fur looked so smooth, even more than usual. The dirt and mud on his jeans were evidence of his long, hard day. Still, he continued working without a single complaint. While he wiped the sweat from his brow, Sweetie and Scootaloo continued to drool over him and his attractive physique.

The two would’ve watched him all night had Scootaloo not reminded Sweetie and herself why they were at Sweet Apple Acres in the first place. Sweetie Belle shook her head and tried her hardest to not ogle over Big Mac again. Scoots took her friend by the hand and pulled her along.

“Bye, Big Mac!” Sweetie shouted, blowing a quick kiss to her friend’s brother. He didn’t turn around to catch it.

“Wow, has Big Mac always been that sexy?” Sweetie whispered to Scootaloo as she dragged her towards the farmhouse.

“Probably, I mean, I never really paid that much attention to it…” Scootaloo said, looking back at her friend who was now walking on her own.

“He’s just so… sexy!” Sweetie squeaked, turning around to get a quick glance at Big Mac once again.

“It is hard to not look at that body, like, damn!” Scootaloo admitted as they continued on towards the home’s wooden door.

“Can’t you just imagine him forcing you down in the barn, his rough, big hand running down your back as he undoes his jeans with the other so he can start rubbing that cock (that’s probably huge) up against your anxious butt?” Sweetie Belle fantasized to her friend, her voice becoming sultrier with every passing word.

Scootaloo blushed, her eyes open wide, as Sweetie’s fantasy ran through her head. It did sound amazing and she wouldn’t mind if it somehow became a reality.

“That would be pretty hot and super awesome, but we can fantasize about Big Mac another day. Right now I just wanna go bowling,” Scootaloo said with a sarcastic tone before knocking three times on the door in front of her.

“Fine, fine. I wonder if Mac’s bigger than a bowling pin,” Sweetie wondered.

Scootaloo rolled her eyes. Her ears twitched when she heard some rustling behind the door, followed by the knob turning. The door opened quickly and she was greeted by a concerned looking Applejack.

“Hi, Applejack!” Scootaloo said in a cheerful tone. “We’re here to pick up Apple Bloom; it’s finally our Girls Night Out!”

“We’re gonna go bowling!” Sweetie said abruptly with a big grin.

“Well, about that,” Applejack said with an upset look on her face, “Apple Bloom’s not gonna be able to make it tonight. She’s caught some sort of bug and has been coughing up a storm since yesterday. She was gonna try and tell y’all earlier, but she’s been sleeping all day.”

“Oh…” the two mares said dispiritedly.

Applejack’s heart sank when she saw the two young mares’ spirits deflate. She knew how much all of them were looking forward to spending some time together; Apple Bloom had been talking about it for the last week.

“I feel just awful for you two! If you’d like, you could pay her a visit upstairs; I’m sure she’d love that!” Applejack suggested.

“It’s probably best that we let her get some rest,” Sweetie said. She hate to interrupt her friend’s recovery.

“Yeah, Sweetie Belle’s right. Bummer that she can’t join us, but hopefully we can do it another time!” Scootaloo added in with renewed optimism.

“I’ll tell Apple Bloom as soon as she’s back to her healthy ol’ self, sugarcube,” Applejack said with a wink.

The two thanked Applejack and said their goodbyes. Applejack waved to them as they left her doorstep, closing the door once they were gone to return to her sister’s bedside.

With their nightly plans ruined, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo had absolutely nothing to do, and on a Friday nonetheless! They had to think of something to do, something fun, something that would be even better than bowling!

“Well,” Sweetie Belle started as she began to depart Sweet Apple Acres with her friend, “what do we do now?”

“I dunno,” Scootaloo shrugged. “We could still go bowling, I guess.”

Sweetie shook her head in disagreement. “Nah, we told Apple Bloom we’d do that with her. No, we gotta do something better! Something really, really fun!”

“Like what? What can we do that we haven’t done trying to get our cutie-marks?” Scootaloo asked. The to-do list had certainly shrunk in size since they were fillies.

Sweetie Belle looked down at the ground while tapping her hoof. She had to tap into her inner-Rarity and think of something creative! She started to look around for ideas. Maybe they could do something involving the orchard? She shook her head and rejected the idea. Perhaps something that involved apples? Possibly Macintosh apples…

“I think I got an idea,” Sweetie Belle said deviously. Her eyes were pointed in the direction of the farm’s large barn and the attractive stallion hauling tools into it.

Scootaloo looked at the barn, then back at Sweetie, then back at the barn once again. “Wait… you’re thinking about doing something with Big Macintosh, aren’t you?”

Sweetie nodded, lowered her eyelids, and slowly licked her lips.

“I don’t know, Sweetie. We’ve known Big Mac since we were just fillies! Do you really think he’d… have sex with us?” Scootaloo blushed at the thought of it.

“Haven’t you had a crush on him since you started liking stallions? Practically every mare in Ponyville’s got one for him!”

“Even so, I doubt Big Mac would want to do anything like that. You know how he keeps to himself! It took a damn love potion to get him paired up with Miss Cheerilee!” Scootaloo said.

Sweetie Belle took a few steps closer to her friend so she was practically inches away from her. Delicately, she placed her hands on Scootaloo’s chest, gently gripping her breasts. Scootaloo blushed and her eyes went wide briefly.

“Sweetie! What are you doing?”

“Trying to get you in the mood, silly! You always love having your boobs groped!” Sweetie said while she squeezed softly in intervals.

“Yeah, but not in public! Somepony could be watching!” Scootaloo said, looking around nervously.

“Hopefully it’ll be Big Mac! Wouldn’t you just love having him grope your tits?”

Having Sweetie feel up her chest brought back memories of their younger days to Scootaloo’s mind. As they were growing up, all three of them would compare their breast sizes, surprised at how big each of theirs had gotten since their last comparison session. When they started becoming interested in stallions, the trio would even practice kissing; Apple Bloom was the most talented in that field.

“They’re pretty big for a pegasus too! Bigger than the pegasi I know, that’s for sure! Well, except for Princess Twilight, but she’s an alicorn, so I don’t really think it counts,” Sweetie said playfully while she continued to give her friend’s chest a squeeze.

Scootaloo finally nudged her friend off of her, having been groped long enough. “Okay, okay, enough groping… for now at least. Even though I would love to get pounded by Big Mac, how would we even get him to fuck us?”

Sweetie Belle stepped backwards from Scootaloo. With a bat of her eyelashes, she did an about-face and, with the grace of a model showcasing her sister’s newest design on the catwalk, started to stroll forward. Her hips swayed, her butt spectacularly moving along with them. She stretched her legs out with every step, placing one hand on her hip, and lustfully looking back at Scootaloo, who was now starting to show her arousal through her wings.

“Just like that,” Sweetie said as she blew Scootaloo a kiss. It silently landed upon her soft, reddening cheek.

“That could work!” Scootaloo’s voice cracked. “But what if he resists the charm? I’m pretty sure every mare that’s ever fallen for him has tried that already.”

“But they’re not as sexy as us,” Sweetie purred, leaning forward to allow Scootaloo a good view of her cleavage. “With my tits, your ass, and our combined charm, we’ll turn that stallion into apple sauce.”

“He’s probably finishing up his chores right now,” Scootaloo said. “If we go into the barn right now, we might catch him off guard. We gotta ease into it though; we can’t just go in there and start walking around all sexy. That would probably make him uncomfortable. We gotta do that and something more.”

“A massage!” Sweetie Belle proposed. “After a long day of working, Big Mac would love a nice massage to relax those incredibly sexy muscles of his.”

“Let’s just hope we’ll be able to handle him. You know what they say about Big Mac,” Scootaloo reminded Sweetie.

“Scootaloo,” Sweetie said as she draped her arm around her friend, “that’s what makes it fun! Now, let’s go nab us a stallion!”