Plowed Fields

A Welcomed visitor

A Big Mac Romance

A soft shudder went through Jessica as she finished her workout. She had considered joining a retro gym, but it didn’t make a whole lot of sense to. She had everything she could possibly want right here. A quick look around helped her take in everything she had. The farmhouse sat on a modest thirty acres of land. Her grandmother had told her about a time when that modest thirty acres was actually well over two hundred acres of some of the best peach orchards she’d ever seen.

The story of what happened after that was pretty well cut and dry. Her great uncles had slowly sold the place off until all that remained was the homestead. A three story farm house, thirty acres of land, and a small peach orchard was all she had left. In a way she blamed My Little Pony for her staying here. She had grown up on the show, and the Apple Family had been hers and her grandmother’s favorite characters.

Still, even with her taking care of the chores there was more to do here than she could ever hope to accomplish. It was just the way things were. She could work from dawn to dusk and never really end up accomplishing much more than getting a couple of acres of peaches picked. In the end she was certain that a large portion of what was growing was feeding what wildlife was near the farmland.

A beeping sound caught her attention and she flicked on her console. The older generation computer powered on, and she pulled on the VR goggles along with her haptic gloves and watched as the brilliant white screen turned into a green star lit sky.

“Andy Williams’ new Book New Frontier is set to become a major motion picture, and those who are members of the Phoenix’s crew fan club will be getting a rare treat in meeting with Mr. Williams, the cast and crew of New Frontier, and see the premier screening. Do you want to reserve your spot?” a rich voice asked.

“Well, I am interested in meeting Andy Williams, but I could care less about the movie. The movies are never as good as the books. Go ahead and put me down for the meet and greet,” she said.

“Very well Jessica. Jessica, you have an email arriving from Vogon Biotech. Would you like to open it?” the voice asked.

“Open it,” she said.

“Hello, how would you like to see one of your favorite fictional characters come to life? Wouldn’t you like to be able to visit with a living, breathing, and existing character from one of your favorite television shows, or movies, and perhaps even have them as a helpmate?” a blond maned chestnut brown anthropomorphic stallion said.

Jessica studied the stallion for a moment and then sighed. Having help would be nice, and it did get lonely out here. Finally giving in she reached out and touched the anthropomorphic stallion and everything around her changed from the email page to a multicolored psychedelic rainbow. The same anthropomorphic stallion walked toward her and stuck out his hand. She took it and gave it a firm shake.

“Ms Tiner, it is a pleasure to meet you. Our records show that you are interested in a helpmate, and that you are primarily heterosexual,” he said.

“What do you mean primarily?” she asked.

“There has been a few movies that you’ve watched over the course of the last three months that indicate an interest in homosexuality. Of course these movies only make up a mere ten percent of your normal viewing habits,” he said.

“Yeah, but what is this about a helpmate?” she asked.

He smiled brightly and snapped his fingers. They walked and each step she could hear the clopping of his hooves against a nonexistent floor. Together they stepped over to a window covered by a deep crushed crimson velvet curtain. Along it was a single crushed velvet rope of the same color. He grabbed the rope, pulled it, and it opened to reveal almost the entire cast of My Little Pony behind it. She looked over it and instantly saw the main six, or at least the main six minus Pinkie Pie.

Her eyes went back to Applejack and she looked around the farm pony to see the entire Apple family. She looked back at him shook my head.

“What are you selling exactly?” she asked.

“What we’re selling Ms Tiner is a living breathing fantasy. It’s a fantasy that will not end when you shut off your computer. It won’t end when the television show ends, but instead it will remain with you, and grow with you. Think of it Ms Tiner. Think about what it would be like to have that perfect somepony. That one special somepony to spend the rest of your life with. Isn’t that something worth considering?” he asked.

She looked back at the apple family, and her eyes settle on Big Macintosh. Her hand gently drifted to him and when she touched him he turned from his presentation on the show into his anthropomorphic version of himself. She looked at his closed eyes, the way his mouth was just barely open like he was breathing. He looked peaceful.

“How much is he?” she asked.

“That’s always the rub isn’t it? It doesn’t matter how much an artist loves their work it comes down to how much is it worth. They are all twenty-two thousand credits a piece, but take into consideration what you are getting. These aren’t machines. They are real, living and breathing fantasies. He will eat, sleep, sweat, and even bleed. Everything he feels when he wakes up will be real. Granted he will have memories. Everything the writers of the show had ever written about him, expressed in the show, or outside of it, will be given to him, and of course any fan based content that you would like us to consider will be added as well. All of it will be slightly altered to match his new body. But beyond that all of his experiences after that will be made between the two of you,” he replied.

She studied him a little more and kept touching him.

“Okay, I want him. I want Big Macintosh Apple,” she said.

“Well done Madam. Simply continue to press on his image,” the stallion said.

A moment later he glowed red, his eyes opened, and he gave her a smile before he disappeared.

“What happened to him?” I asked.

“He's being prepared for you right now. It takes a two month process to accurately grow and implant his memories. I should also state that he will be one of a kind. We here at Vogon pride ourselves of ensuring that our customers get exactly what they are paying for. You are getting Big Macintosh Apple, not a Big Macintosh Apple, but the Big Macintosh Apple. There will be no other versions of him made,” he said.

It was strange that only one other had been bought at the moment, but at least that meant that someone had tested the waters. A question came to her mind and she looked at the stallion.

“How will he arrive?” she asked.

“He will be arriving in one of our transports, and he will be dressed in the suit of clothes that you choose for him,” he said before two suits of clothes appeared.

One of them was the jacket, shirt, and a pair of matching pants from the episode of Filli Vanilli, and the other was a set of overalls with his cutie mark on the back pocket, a white t-shirt, and a green scarf that had been on a piece of fan art at the time. She looked at both of them, and while the suit was official she wanted him to be comfortable. She took a moment, breathed in, and pressed the overalls. The overalls and everything with them disappeared and then once more the stallion snapped his fingers.

What appeared next was a checkout counter, and behind it was an anthropomorphic version of Discord. He grinned, ran a package over the register and then handed it to her.

“Take very good care of Big Mac. After all, you wouldn’t want Applejack getting upset about something happening to her brother would you?” he asked.

She watched as the screen went dark, and she took over the VR goggles and the haptic gloves. Two months and there would be someone else here. The idea filled her with what could be possible. She wouldn’t be alone anymore. It had been lonely since her grandmother passed, and there would even be help with peach orchard.

She thought about signing back in, and seeing if it would be at all possible to get Apple Jack, Granny Smith, and Apple Bloom, but the twenty-two thousand credits was already going to be hitting her. She had the money to do this, but not the kind of disposable income to get the entire Apple family. Instantly she hoped that it wouldn’t bother him being the only member of the Apple Family here.

With that in mind she walked around the farmhouse and looked at the other rooms. The room she was in was her old room. She had never seen a reason to go anywhere else in the old house, but she knew there was a few other rooms available. She looked through them and found one of her great uncle’s old room. She cleaned the rooms fairly often, coming through and dusting, but it was the first time she really stopped and looked at the room.

Her great Uncle Michael had lived here as a boy, and left when he turned eighteen. Her grandmother had told her that out of all of her brothers Michael was her favorite. He had been the kind of brother would tell her stories, read to her, and walk her home from school. She said that when he turned eighteen he went into the army.

She let out a sigh as she thought about the rest of the story. Michael had died trying to protect a young girl. The news had come home. There was the clean version sent by the government, and then there was the true story sent by his friends in the army. She said that they talked about how they came across a family that had been killed, and there was the sound of a young girl screaming. From their accounts Michael had rushed behind the house to find an eight year old girl tied to the ground with a group of armed men around her. Without thinking he engaged them. They rushed back there to find him leaning against the wall. The young girl in his arms, and the other men lying on the ground. He had opened fire, and in the end he had taken a direct hit from one of them. Still, he had saved the girl. The same girl that had come back to the states and became part of their family.

In a lot of ways her Great Uncle Michael was quite a bit like Bic Macintosh. They were both family oriented, and she had a feeling that if Big Mac would have been in the same situation that her Great Uncle Michael had been in he would have done the same thing.

She went to work on the room, not really changing much of it, but adding a few things here and there. As the days began to pass she went through her great uncle Michael’s clothes. To her surprise most of them were farm oriented. She could see overalls, jeans, t-shirts, old flannel shirts, some boots, and a few other odds and ins.

She took down the clothes, and went through them. Most of them looked in good condition, but she knew that anything that may have been hanging up for that long would need to be washed, dried, and checked to see if it needed to be re-stitched. She began taking them down to the laundry room, and for the next couple of weeks she worked on getting his room ready, clothes together, and checking the orchard to see how it was doing.

The first month passed and she was confident that the room she had set aside for him would be fine. The next two weeks she looked into every apple dish that Applejack and Granny Smith had fixed on the show and went around finding ways to make those. She also took down every peach recipe that her granny had ever made and practiced on them.

The days passed slowly, and she began to wonder if he was going to be resentful. She didn’t want him to be, but there was the possibility that he would be upset. Still, there was the fact that Vogon was making him for her. Her questions turned from would he be resentful to would he be able to think for himself. They said he would be alive, but would he have free will?

Finally the two months passed, and she was starting to wonder if she had been scammed, for the second time, when the sound of a car coming down the dirt road could be heard. She walked out and saw a rugged looking transport. It pulled up and two men got out, walked around the back, opened the door, and out stepped a tall, red furred, orange maned, anthropomorphic Big Macintosh. He looked a little skittish at first. She also noticed that one of the thing she was wearing, besides the clothes she had picked out, was his ever present work horse collar. She walked toward them and the two men bowed slightly, stepped back, and walked back to the transport.

“Big Macintosh?” she asked.

“Eeeyup,” he said.

She smiled and offered him her hand.

“Welcome home,” she said.

He touched her hand, and in the next instant he pulled her against him. She felt the bone crushing power he had in his arms as he held her.

“Jessica,” he said soothingly.

Author's Note

(Okay, I’ve been asked to do two more I see Pink Stories. So far the requested stories are Princess Celestia and Vinyl Scratch. I am planning on doing them both, but I would like to open it up to a vote. So, here it is. If you want it to be Princess Celestia, in the comment, say Princess Celestia. If you want to see Vinyl Scratch, please say Vinyl Scratch.

That said, of course if you see any typos let me know. Thanks for reading and commenting!

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