Plowed Fields

Chapter 5 ‘Ah Won’t Back Down’

A Big Mac Romance

Mac opened his eyes. He yawned for a moment and wondered if the previous night had just been a nice dream. He turned his head and saw Jessica sleeping peacefully beside him. The sun was shining light into his room, and he could see the way the light played with her mane. He leaned forward, gently kissing the back of her head. She stirred for a moment, mumbled a few half spoken words before going back to sleep.

He could smell the mixtures of scents in the room. Jessica’s shampoo and soap was mixing with the smell of sweat, and finally there was smell of sex that hung around them both. A sheepish grin came to his face. Granny Smith would tan his hide if she found out that he had taken a mare to bed without introducing her to the family and letting her see if she was Apple material.

Still, he knew that she would have approved of Jessica. He felt her scoot back against him. She was just as soft as he was, but it was different. He knew that part of his softness came from his coat, but hers was more difficult to explain. It wasn’t just how she felt, but her actions, how she spoke, and how she opened up to him. It made her feel softer, and it only made her more beautiful in his eyes. He wrapped his arm around her, and he felt the tautness of her stomach. He gave her another kiss on the top of her head before he looked up to see the time. It was already seven fifteen in the morning. He had slept a full hour and a half past what he had planned on sleeping.

He gently moved, and worked his way out of bed without waking Jessica up. Once he got up the first thing on his mind was taking a shower. They had guests in the house, and it wouldn’t be right to go down stairs smelling like he did. He quickly grabbed a pair of jeans, a plaid shirt, some boxers, and walked into the hall bathroom. He opened the door, walked inside, and started the water. He waited a few moments while the water turned warm, and then he stepped into the spraying hot water.

The hot water felt good as it hit him. The fact he had taken a shower last night didn’t really matter. The water still felt good, and besides, he needed to be smelling better. He reached down and grabbed the bottle of Old Spice 3-in-1 and dolloped a bit of it on a wash rag. The rich, lightly crisp, and somewhat soapy smell of it wafted around the steam that was starting to gather inside of the tub. He rubbed the wash rag together, and then he began working it into his coat. A moment later he heard the door open and his eyes pointed forward.

“Hello?” he asked.

The shadow on the curtain became more pronounced, and then it pulled back. He could see Jessica standing there. Her nude form a pleasant sight to behold. She smiled, stepped inside of the tub with him. She pulled the current back closed and took the wash rag from him. He felt her lean into him and kiss him again.

“Let me get your back for you,” she said.

He turned around and felt her starting to wash his back. It was always a trouble spot for him. He could get part of it, but without a brush it was hard to get his back really clean. Instead, at the moment, he was feeling the wonderful feeling of Jessica scrubbing his back. She seemed to lather it up and then she moved a little while he turned around and stood under the streams of water.

~~~~~(Semi Cloppy Scene here)~~~~~

He watched as she went to her knees. She took the same wash rag she had used to scrub his back and he felt her cleaning his stallionhood. She lightly stroked it, letting him get excited, and then she went to washing it. He turned back around, but this time she was reaching around him, taking time to wash his length, and once it was fairly clean of the body wash he turned back around and he felt the warmth of her mouth.

The warmth of her mouth was welcomed as she moved down him. His hands buried into her hair, and each moment felt as if he stepped right into the elysium fields. He could feel himself tightening.

“Jessica… Ah’m gonna…” he practically moaned out.

She moved faster. Her actions determined in giving him the much wanted release. He felt his hands hold onto her head, and he exploded. After a moment he let go, and nervously stepped back. He had forced her to take his seed like that. He didn’t ask, he just did it, and that was something he had been taught better about. He had always been taught to ask to make sure the mare he was with wanted to do anything.

“Ah’m sorry,” he said.

She stood, looking confused, and he watched as she swallowed. She leaned forward, kissing his neck,.

“Don’t be. I wanted to,” she whispered.

“Ah didn’t ask,” he replied in a whisper.

“No, but I wanted to do this with you. Mac, I love you. I don’t know if you even realize how good of a m… of a stallion you are. You’ve been nothing but kind and considerate of me. That’s far more than any other male has done for me. Even now you’re being so sweet and worried that you might have screwed up with me,” she said before she gave him a soft kiss.

“I think that’s just part of being in a relationship. There’s going to be times that we’re going to do things that we might not agree on, and there may be times that we’ll screw up. It doesn’t mean that we’re going to love each other any less,” she said before she kissed him again.

He smiled through the kiss and gave back as much as she gave. She finished helping him wash off, and wash his hair with the three in one. He then moved behind her, letting her move forward and enjoy the hot water from the shower. Using his hands he worked the body wash into a rich lather. He began working it on her shoulders, back, lower back, and then she felt him rubbing it on her ass. She leaned forward a little, and let him work the lathered soap into ever nook and cranny he could. She turned around and let the hot water move down her back, enjoying the relaxing feel of it.

He lathered up more body wash and started on her front. She grinned as he paid special attention to her breasts, and then under them. She felt him taking his time as he worked the lather on her. The soft touches, small fondles, and gentle caresses made her feel so warm inside. She turned around to wash off her front and then she put her head under the water. She leaned back and felt his hands once more on the top of her head.

~~~~~Semi Cloppy Scene Ends Here~~~~~

She felt the incredibly powerful hands being so careful and gentle. He worked the Old Spice 3-in-1 into her hair and on her scalp. She reached up and helped him. Guiding his hands, letting him work it into her hair as it fell down past her shoulders. She leaned forward and kept his hands there. He kept working, now removing the sudsy multipurpose body wash from her hair. She leaned back and turned off the water. He stepped out of the tub on the mat and quickly dried off. He then placed the towel into the hamper and grabbed her a towel from the small linen closet. She wrapped her hair up in it, and he realized that she needed another. He found a fluffy one that he passed to her.

She quickly went to work drying herself off. He watched as she passed the towel over herself. Once she was reasonably dry she wrapped the towel around herself and stepped out onto the mat. He walked over to the door, opened it, and held it open for her. She stepped out and he followed her.

“Morning,” Robert said as he walked toward them.

Mac looked a little surprised, and a little nervous, until he looked at her relaxed Jessica was.

“Good Morning Robert. If you and your family wants to take a hot shower, go right ahead. Mac and I just finished, but there should be enough left in the hot water tank for each of you to have a shower. There’s some Old Spice 3-in-1 in there, or if you want some regular soap there should be a few bars of Dove in the linen closet,” she said.

Robert smiled and nodded before he walked back toward the room where he and Stephanie had spent the night. Jessica walked with Mac toward their rooms, and then she kissed him deeply. He pulled her close, his hands moving under her towel.

“Afterwhile,” she promised.

He grinned, watched her walk into her room, and he walked into his own. The clothes he had carried into the bathroom were back in his hand. He quickly dressed and walked downstairs. Jessica usually fixed breakfast, but this morning he wanted to do it for her. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bowl of fresh peaches.

He lifted one and smelled it. Like the last several bushels these peaches had become more fragrant, juicier, and sweeter. He grabbed a knife, cut it half, cut the pit out, and placed it to the side. He then placed the two peach halves on a cutting board and started cutting them into small cubes. He grabbed another peach and repeated the process until he had done this to six of them.

From there he started making the dough for the shells. There was a few instant pie shells, but he didn’t like those as much as he did the actual flour. Once he had them fixed he took the pieces of peaches and began grouping them into the dough. He grabbed a jar of honey and added some to the peach pieces and then wrapped the dough up.

He grabbed a pot, poured some vegetable oil into it, turned the burner on the stove on, and let the oil start heating up. Then he went on to make the next fritter. When the oil was ready he had made forty peach fritters. He took five of them, dropped them into the oil and listened as they began to fry.

Memories of cooking Apple family apple fritters came to his mind. The smell of the oil as it boiled around the dough and cooked it through. The smell was similar to the smell of the peach fritters cooking. He smiled as he smelled the food cooking, washed off the cutting board, and washed the bowl he had mixed the dough in. Once that was done he turned back toward the refrigerator and opened it up.

There was a few cans of instant biscuits on the lowest shelf, and while he hated to admit it, they did taste mighty good. He pulled a can out, turned the oven on, and then grabbed a cookie sheet. When he was done, there was eight biscuits cooking for them. A bit of jam or some honey would be welcomed for them. A good and hearty breakfast for the two of them, and for Robert, Stephanie, and Harold.

He heard the sounds of feet on the stairs and turned around to see Jessica coming down. She was dressed in her jeans, and a tank top shirt that she swore was nice and cool to work in.

“You decided to cook breakfast for us?” she asked.

“Eeeeyup,” he replied.

“You are the sweetest stallion alive,” she said as she kissed his cheek.

“Something sure smells good,” Harold said as he came down stairs.

“Peach fritters and biscuits,” Big Mac replied.

Harold looked excited. Mac remembered Harold telling him that a normal breakfast was usually something called Fruit Rocks Cereal and powdered milk. From what Harold told him the cereal was sweet, but it tasted like eating a bowl of sugar and not much else. Mac had nothing against something sweet. After all, he had eaten more than one of Pinkie Pie’s cupcakes, pies, and triple fudge cakes before. Still, he enjoyed having something that was a bit more than just sweets.

He thought about the human stallion he saw with Pinkie. He had seemed nice enough, and it was obvious that he thought the world about that mare, but it was a little odd in seeing two almost completely different personalities together like they were. Regardless, they seemed to be good for each other.

He finished up the fritters and the biscuits. Around the time it was finished, both Robert and Stephanie came down the stairs, and from the look of things they had enjoyed each other’s company quite a bit. A knowing smile crossed Mac’s face. He didn’t say a word as he put the fritters and biscuits on two different platters. He then placed the jar of honey, and a jar of peach jelly on the table between the platters.

Breakfast felt like a normal breakfast back on Sweet Apple Acres. The five of them ate, talked about what they had planned, and when it was done they all pitched in to clean up the little bit of a mess that remained. When it was done Mac, Jessica, Stephanie, and Robert went down into the basement to get the rest of what was needed to finish out the order. The four of them began the work.

They worked until around two in the afternoon when Jessica and Stephanie took a break. The two of them fixed some of the beans and corn bread left over from supper last night for lunch. All of them ate again, and then it was back to working on the preserves and jelly. At the end of the day, ten sixteen flats of preserves and jelly were finished.

Jessica looked at the time and shook her head.

“We could possibly get to town and get back before dark, but I’m not sure,” she said.

“Do you think we could do it if we helped make sure everything got loaded?” Robert asked.

“It’s worth a shot,” Jessica said.

They carried the flats out to the wagon, loaded them, several bushels of peaches, and then Jessica, Robert, Stephanie, and Harold got onto the wagon. Mac hooked himself up to the wagon and began pulling it toward the town. Mac picked up the pace, wanting to make sure that they had enough time to make it to the Farmer’s Market and then back. As they traveled Harold looked at the surrounding area. Corporate farms seemed to stretch out almost as far as the eye could see. Briefly between them he could see a private farm or home, but they were few and far in between.

After an hour they arrived.

“Jessica? Girl, you barely made it!” Margret shouted as she walked out to her, “You’ve got the preserves and jellies already done?”

“We had a little help, and speaking about help, are you still looking for someone to take over the day to day duties of the Farmer’s Market?” she asked.

Margret smiled and gave a small laugh.

“Yeah, Frank and I need to have someone run the day to day here. Why don’t we unload this, and we’ll talk about it inside?” Margret asked.

Frank walked out, and like Mac, the man looked like a pile of muscles. Still, his hair had lost whatever color it had originally been, and now it was a whitening gray. He helped carry alongside of the rest of them and in after about five minutes, they had the wagon emptied and the stock of Sweet Nectar Acres Peaches was refilled on the shelves.

“I can’t keep them more than a couple of days at the best. I know you both can’t just be hauling wagons over everyday, but I wish that you would. Everyone has been bragging about how good these peaches are, and they’re right. I’ve never had peaches so juicy and delicious before,” Margret said.

“Thank ya,” Mac said.

“It’s the truth honey. So, now what’s this about some help for me?” she asked.

“Margret, this is Robert, Stephanie, and Harold,” Jessica said pointing to them, “I know for a fact that they’re hard workers, and I know they will continue to work just as hard for you. You could do a whole lot worse, but I’m not sure that you could do much better.”

Margret looked at them, sized them up a bit and then smiled.

“I take personal references very seriously. If Jessica says that you’re all hard workers then I believe her. I’ll be willing to give you a chance. Frank and I need to go see about our grocery chain, and it normally means either one of us going, or shutting down the Market for a couple of weeks. Naturally we’d rather have the market open, so if you do a good job on this then consider yourselves hired,” she said.

Marge and Frank talked to Stephanie and Robert for a while. After about another hour Margret walked toward Jessica and Mac. She pressed her thumb against a small reader on her tablet and let Jessica do the same. After a moment there was a beep.

“Okay, we’ve paid in full,” Margret said.

“Robert, do all of you want to come back to the farm?” Jessica asked.

He shook his head.

“Marget said that she wants to start training us tonight, and she’s going to let us stay in the apartment over the market. Jessica, thank you so much,” he said.

She smiled at him and nodded. Mac and her quickly picked out a few things for the barn dance they wanted to hold, and then they walked to the wagon, Mac go hooked up to it, and they headed back to the farm.

When they got back the wagon was put away, the barn relocked, and they walked toward the house. As they neared the house a tall man walked around the side of the house. He looked at the two of them, and then shook his head.

“Can Ah help ya?” Mac asked.

“Maybe ya can. My employers are wanting to make the two of ya an offer on yer orchard,” he said.

“Not interested in selling,” Mac said.

“See, now that jest hurts ma feelings. Here I was planning on telling ya about what they had to offer, but na, ya want to say no. I guess that I should try to convince ya,” he said walking toward Mac.

Like Mac and Frank, this new man seemed to be sculpted from stone. He neared Mac, sizing the anthropomorphic stallion up before finally throwing a testing punch. Mac blocked it. The newer man smiled as he noticed the fighting style. It was something used in more civilized parts of the world. It was a sort of basic boxing. He checked on Mac, feeling him out, seeing where his weaknesses was, and finally he struck again. This time he landed a blow on Mac’s shoulder.

Mac rolled with the punch, struck out himself, and landed a solid hit. The man recoiled as his his right eye was covered by Mac’s fist. It wasn’t a testing punch. Mac wasn’t trying to figure out an opponet, but instead he wanted this fight over with. The other man swung wildly, catching Mac on the end of the muzzle, and at that point Mac struck back hitting him hard in the ribs. The sound of something cracking could be heard, and the next punch was one that hit Mac soundly in the ribs. Mac backed away grabbing his now bruised ribs. The other large man looked at him with his one good eye.

“Ya stupid sumbitch! Ya jest had ta listen to ma offer!” he shouted.

“Ain’t selling,” Mac said.

He growled, ran forward, and tried to tackle Mac. Mac wrapped an arm under him, lifted him up, and tossed him back onto the ground. That winded him, and then Mac picked him up by his collar and began dragging him back toward the Corportate Farm. He tossed him hard into the gate and looked up at the guards.

“Ah dun appreciate being told Ah gotta sell. Might look after ‘im, and dun send ‘im back,” Mac shouted up at them.

He walked back feeling his ribs bothering him, and his muzzle bleeding. It wasn’t a long fight, but he didn’t want it to be one. The one thing his pa had taught him was how to handle himself in a fight, but he also told him that ya should never start one.

“Son, fightin’ ain’t no good for nopony. Somepony always gonna ta git hurt when there’s a fight, so it’s best if there ain’t one, but if’n there’s gonna be one end it before it can go too far. Blind them, wind them, and give them a little somethin’ to remember ya by. Tweak their ribs, or pop their shoulder outta place. Either one will remind them not ta start another fight with ya,” his pa had told him.

Part of him hoped that Jessica would feel like working the soreness outta his ribs tonight.

Author's Note

(And there’s the introduction of the Bruiser. He’s going to be in the story quite a bit more, and the next chapter we should have the barn dance.

Thanks for reading and commenting.

LF)