Plowed Fields

Chapter 2 ‘An Empty Home’

A Big Mac Romance

Time seemed to slow down as Big Macintosh looked around at the room he was in. It was similar to his own room back at Sweet Apple Acres, but at the same time it was different. The sounds of Applejack’s snoring wasn’t vibrating through the wall, and he didn’t have ‘Bloom running in at a moment’s notice because she was scared.

He leaned against the wall as he sat on his bed and thought about where he was. It was a farm, which was good. He was glad that he was on a farm, and not somewhere like Canterlot or Manehattan, but he didn’t smell the sweet smell of apple blossoms in the air. Instead it was something else. A different kind of blossom hugging to the trees. Then there was Jessica. He knew she was a mare, he could smell that much, but she didn’t look like any mare he had ever known before.

His mind thought back to Ponyville and he kept picturing here there, but it was off. He knew she hadn’t ever been there, but then he felt as if he had always known her. The moment she touched him he felt like she had grown up around him, and they had been something of foalhood sweethearts. A soft grunt escaped his lips as he stood, and walked out of the room. The sun had already set, and he supposed that meant that Princess Celestia had already turned things over to Princess Luna.

His green eyes looked up at the night sky. Thousands of stars twinkled back at him, and for a moment he felt like he was home. He slowly walked out to the porch, and there he found an old porch swing hanging from a rafter. He took a seat in it, rocked it back and looked to the side of the porch. There was a tall weed standing up, and he quickly plucked it from the ground, wiped it off, and bit down on it.

“Eeeeeyup,” he muttered as he looked at the night.

“Big Mac?” Jessica asked from behind the screen door.

He turned toward her taking in how she looked. Something inside of him made him realize that Applejack would like her. They seemed to be cut from the same cloth, and in a lot of ways she even reminded him of their mama.

“Hmmm?” he asked.

“What are you doing out here alone?” she asked.

“Just looking at Princess Luna’s sky,” he said.

She grinned. With the exception of his telling the Cutie Mark Crusaders off that might have been one of the longest things she had ever heard him say. She walked out in her oversized hockey jersey that fell to the middle of her thighs, a pair of gold work boots, and her brown hair was pulled back into tight pony tail. He wanted to laugh at the name that was called. Her crystal blue eyes settled on him before she took a seat next to him.

“Something bothering you huh?” she asked.

He nodded as he looked up at the moon.

“Just wondering what ‘Bloom, Applejack, and Granny Smith is doing. It don’t feel right being without them,” he said.

She touched his hand, and he lifted it up only to put it around her shoulders and pull her up closer to him. She leaned against his side as he looked at the night sky.

“Ya reckon they’re lookin’ at the same moon Ah am right now?” he asked.

“Big Mac I know they are,” she replied.

He leaned back against the swing and began to hum lightly. The humming turned into him singing a little. His rich baritone voice floated through the air. Jessica felt the warmth radiating from him, the softness of his coat as he sat out on the front porch in just his overalls, and she wondered exactly what had made her really want this.

He looked toward her as she sat in contemplation for a moment. Leaning down he gave her a small peck of a kiss on her forehead.

“Best get ta sleep. We’ve got an early morning, and lots of apple buckin’ ta do ‘morrow,” he said.

“Ummm… peach bucking,” she replied.

He looked down at her and smiled. It wasn’t apples, but he could handle bucking. His eyes drifted toward the open sky again, and once more he wondered if the last time he had seen his family would truly be the last time he would ever see them. Slowly he got up, and Jessica got up with him. He followed her inside, and his eyes took in how she looked. Her legs looked different than his own, her boots didn’t look like the tough work boots he had known some of his family, like Braeburn, to wear. They were shaped differently.

Regardless she had toned legs. He could see the muscles in them working with each step. Her rump was something else that he noticed, and instantly he averted his eyes. His mama and Granny smith had raised him better than to oogle a mare. They had taught him to respect a mare, get to know her, and then see how things went from there. His eyes drifted back to her and a soft smile crossed his lips as he thought about what a future with her could lead to.

A respectable stallion or not he was still a stallion, and he had a feeling that what he had noticed was gonna cause him to chop a little firewood later. He walked toward his room, and watched as she walked toward her own. She turned and looked at him. A gentle, warm, and soft look crossed her face with the smile she gave him.

He smiled back at her, watched as she walked into her room, and he waited until she was out of the hall. He walked into his own room and felt the tightening of his overalls in the crotch.

“Gonna be a long night,” he muttered.

Author's Note

(And thus ends the second chapter of A Plowed Field. Again, thanks for everyone who has read this. If you see any typos let me know.

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