Big Mac's Diary

6/23

Um okay, I have no idea how to start this off. I never done a diary entry before. I used to say that diaries are for sissies and who would keep their deepest darkest secrets inside pages of a darn book? Any other pony who would snoop (not blaming any-pony but Apple Bloom and her little friend) could easily find the book and would read this. That would be downright embarrassing. But since the start of summer (I know I know, it's a few weeks late) I've been having certain fantasies about the new farm hand and if I don't write this down, I'll go nuts! Ms. Fluttershy said that writing my thoughts can calm me down....I sure hope she's right.

Um okay, I guess I should start this off from the beginning...Eeyup, that's it, the beginning.

It was the start of summer, the weather pegasi said it was going to be really hot and advice ponies from below here in Ponyville to stay inside during the blazing heat. I'm used to the heat since I'd be working at the orchard most of the day, but that day, Applejack, my younger sister and the owner of the farm, told me to go to the train station and pick up a mare that would be staying with us during the three months. She said something that the mare wanted to own her own farm and wants hands on experience. Reasonable enough, what better way to own a farm than an apple farm?

Anyway, AJ and this mare, Heartfilia Valentine, I believe it was her name, had been writing to each other since my sis came back from a friendship mission or something (I cannot get over the fact that her cutie mark vibrates, just too gosh darn weird) a few weeks back, and she mentioned that Ms. Valentine was interested in owning her own apple farm. So AJ offered her a place here at Sweet Apple Acres for the summer. Spur of the moment when sis asked me to pick her up.

So I got to the station, I held up a sign with the mare's name, feeling stupid on doing that. I'm looking and looking, kept expecting that the girl was an earth pony like me, since well, generally it's earth ponies who work with the fields. Just how pegasi work with the sky and unicorns work with magic. Boy I was in a huge surprise when this female unicorn waltz up right to me, dressing all fancy like, carrying one luggage. Her golden eyes squinted at the words on the sign I was holding and smiled.

"I'm Heartfilia." She smiled nicely. "You must be Big Macintosh, Applejack's brother. Correct?"

I looked at her confused, she was not what I had in mind of a farm hand. She's a unicorn, don't most unicorns hate getting their hands dirty? I've met several unicorns that are afraid of a little dirt even getting on their mane, and this one wants to learn the agriculture business. Was she sick?

Remembering that she was waiting for an answer, I turned to her and nodded.

"Eeyup, that's me." I replied back, doubting that this was actually true.

The mare smiled more, her eyes closed this time. and tilted to the side a bit. She looked really cute with that pose. She told me that my sister talks about me a lot in the letters they exchanged. I bet she does, I thought as i offered to take her luggage for her. Not that I had an immediate crush on her or anything (I had to admit though, I did took interest in her figure; Light blue coat, layered black and red streaked mane and tail, big gold eyes. Her body wasn't like super skinny like some unicorns I know, she had some muscle, she had an hourglass figure with a nice large rack that peeked from her dress that hugged her form and a round rump) I was just being nice.

Ms. Valentine smiled softly and handed me the luggage. Like I said before, it was only one so I didn't have to make a couple of trips or try to drag them across town in one go. She took that sign and tossed it to the nearest trash bin. Without further introductions, I lead Ms. Valentine back to the farm.

As we were walking, the mare gazed around Ponyville, I noticed a few stallions staring at her like she was a super model, some even whistled at her to try to get her attention. She wouldn't give them a look and just gazed the town like she was a tourist. Was she oblivious or something? She then goes on how she already loves Ponyville. At first I thought she only said that because she never seen a town like mine before, but that was before she said this.

"I always wanted to live in a cute town like this." She smirked. "It's quiet, peaceful, much better than Canterlot."

"You're from there?" I asked. How stupid was I to ask that? I knew she was from Canterlot, just they way she was dressing and acted towards the new surroundings, all ponies from there acted either disgust or looked awed. Though, it was cute how she was reacting.

"Yeah, Upstate." She replied, her eyes rolling with a grunt. "About time I left too."

"How come?"

"Away from family, random paparazzi, and a certain pain in the flank Blueblood." She had other reason of wanting to leave but it was just too much for me to write them down.

"Prince Blueblood?" I couldn't help but chuckled. If I could recall, Rarity had a bad night with the prince.

"Wouldn't want to touch him with a hundred foot pole that was on fire." She sighed. "Anyway, I don't want to talk about myself, tell me about yourself."

"Ya sick or something?" I asked, couldn't stop chuckling at her. "Never I ever met a mare who doesn't want to talk about herself."

"Well, big boy, now you do." She grins, playfully punching me in the arm.

The way she called me, Big Boy, I felt heat on my face, I had no idea why, but I liked it how she called me that.

The day dragged on as we finally made it to the farm, Celestia's sun was just setting over the orchard. Again I caught Ms. Valentine gazing around the farm with a glint in her eyes. SHe goes to one of the trees and picked up one the apples that fallen off. There was this large bruise on it. We won't be selling that, or that would it seemed if Ms. Valentine's horn glowed, levitated the bruise apple from her hands. I watched as the apple's bruise was healed and took a bite out it.

That spell she used...was actually very useful. Where was this mare during the Apple's cider war with the Flim Flam brothers? Even though we beat those con artists, she would've been a great help.

After that event, I led her inside, Granny Smith was in her rocking chair asleep, no sign of Applejack or Apple Bloom. At first I was wondering where both of the girls were but I remembered that Apple Bloom was at Rarity's with her friends and Applejack went to Twilight's castle. Which means that the two of us were alone.

I took Ms. Valentine upstairs to the guest room, which was right across from the bathroom. When I opened the door, she went inside and stretched, arching her back, her mounds extending out more.

"Ooh! That was a long day." She said as I sat her luggage down. She turns to face me and smiled. "Thank you for being my escort, Big Mac."

"It was nothin' Ms. Valentine." I replied, returning her smile.

"Please, don't call me that, ever.' She scuffed. "Just call me Heart, or if you want, Fillie." She cooed when she said FIllie.

I didn't know how to respond to that, I just replied with a EEyup and quickly left to tend to my own things.

That night, I went to bed. I woke up like normal. I got off of bed, took a quick shower, got dressed. I walked past Fillie's room and noticed the door was ajar. Tilting, I tapped the door with my knuckles. "Fillie? are you in there?" I asked.

"Yeah I am," Her voice called out. The door opened all the way and she was standing there. My eyes widened when I saw what she was wearing: she was wearing a tank top that shows off most of her stomach, short shorts, a pair of work boots and her hair was was in pigtails. Tiny beads of sweat dripped down her brow. "Morning housemate." she giggled softly, she sounded like she was out of breath.

I probably stared at her for a good few minutes. I had half expected her to be dressing in another fancy get up like yesterday. I caught myself when I started staring at her chest that was showing off.

"Um...you okay?" I asked, trying to detain myself from looking at her again-well where I was looking anyway.

"Yeah, Just did some exercises, otherwise I'm good." She replied.

With a nod, I lead her to the kitchen. AJ was cooking, Granny SMith was in and out of it, Apple Bloom greeted us and asked if Fillie was my girlfriend. I was embarrassed to have my little sister ask that sort of question, I said no and we got together at the table.

During breakfast, AJ and Fillie were talking about how they met. It turns out it was during the Gala. She was using AJ as an escape goat to get away from Blueblood and one thing led to another and they ended up writing letters together. Fillie got up suddenly from the table and ran back upstairs but quickly came back down with a small bag.

"Big Mac, Apple Jack was telling me that you like Hoofball and interested in the Packers, so..." She reaches in the bag and pulls at a hoofball with autograph writing on it from the team. "Luckily I have three brothers who are on the team." She grins cheeky before tossing it to me.

I caught it and chuckled. I did always wanted to have an autograph from the Packers, it was a nice gift.

"How many siblings do you have?" Apple Bloom smiled, looking like she was expecting a gift as well.

"Well, Apple Bloom," Fillie said, going into her bag and pulling out a new shiny bow. "I'm the youngest of eight, the rest are all boys." Apple Bloom ran for the Bow and thanked her a bunch.

"Seven brothers? how did you even manage that?" AJ said while eating.

"Let's just say it was better than playing with dolls and dresses." She said, handing AJ a new hat and Granny Smith a new pair of knitting needles.

After breakfast, Fillie went with Apple Jack and Apple Bloom to one side of the orchard, so I didn't see her for most of the day. My mind was at tending to the orchard and nothing else. Like any day, I finished bucking apples and putting them in the cart and dragged to the barn. I took a quick shower, washing off the grime I've collected from the day. When I came back out, I heard this lovely sound.

"OH SHIT!!"

CRASH!

It was coming from FIllie's room. I ran towards the door and quickly opened it. Inside, the wardrobe had toppled over, clothes were everywhere. I looked around franticly to find Fillie but I didn't see her. It wasn't until the wardrobe glowed yellow and was trying to move.

I grabbed the wardrobe and hoisted it up to find Fillie was somehow tangled in her own clothes. That would be just down right embarrassing. She allowed me to help her out, so I picked up bridal style and lie her on the bed so I can get a better look on the mess she did on herself. As I was tending to her, I slowly realized that she was in her underwear. Her large breasts begging for some release from their pink fabric imprisonment. My eyes trailed downward, taking in to her toned flat stomach, eyeing those wide thighs of her. And with her being all tied up, I would be lying if I would to say I wasn't aroused by her helplessness.

My undoing her was becoming slower and slower to the point I just stopped trying to untie her and just stared at her. I could take her like she was then. A little voice in my head wanted me to do it. I almost listened if it weren't for Fillie who snapped me out of my lustful state.

"Mac...you okay?" She asked me.

I shook my head and finished untying her.

"Thanks." She said, sitting up and rubbing the back of her neck. "I'm fine for now."

She's more than fine, she's sexy as tartarus. I thought and I gave her a nod and quickly ran out. I ran to my room and quickly shutting it and locking it. My reasons, well...lets just say my pants had become increasingly tight. I couldn't believe just just seeing her tied up would turned me on so fast. I sat in my room, waiting for my erection to go down. No way I was going to jerk off while my sisters were here. Walls paper thin and all, and plus both of them are noisier than a dog.

For the past couple of days, I tried my best to avoid Fillie. Every time I see her, that image creeps up with me along with that tempting voice. But it doesn't work. Somehow, we ended up alone together. One time, we were bucking apples and this one apple would fall down. Fillie didn't want to use her magic to get it because she wanted to learn the old fashion way without help of her magic. Seems reasonable enough. She asked me hold her up while she gets it. Hesitantly, I grabbed her by the waist and pull her up. Her red and black short tail flickered a bit but I get a clear view of her ass. So round, so perfect, strangely reminds me of an apple. I took all the strength I had not to bite her.

the voice in my head was getting louder and louder every time I was around Fillie. I I want to take her to the barn and tie her up, strip her nude and just pound her. But I kept putting that aside because it wasn't me. I don't want to hurt her. But every day gets harder and harder.

Now I get to today. I went to the barn after a hard day's work. I walked past a few stalls when I stopped when I heard a soft moaning. I got curious what was that and went to investigate. When I entered the stall, the moans became louder and more defiant. My eyes froze at one figure.

She was on her knees, leaning over a railing of sorts, her hands sloppy tied around it, her panties were around her ankles, showing off her ass, two large dildos probing both her soaking pussy and her arse. Gold aura glowed around the two as the relentlessly go in and out of of the familiar blue unicorn.

I didn't believe my cheeks were more red than ever watching Fillie fucking herself. A well oil machine  as the dildos were pounder her hard and fast, her mouth was opened in a perfect O, moaning and screaming in pleasure. She didn't even see me standing there fazed by her.

I felt hardness around my lower region as I continued to watch Fillie. The voices in my head returned, powerful more now than ever.

YOU CAN TAKE HER. SHE'S VULNERABLE NOW. YOU CAN SHOW HER THE PLEASURE YOU CAN OFFER, MORE THAN THOSE  TOYS. DO IT MAC, DO IT!!!!

I almost oblige when I heard Fillie spoke.

"Oh fuck, Big mac! g-go faster!" She shouted my name, making the toys fuck her faster.

I couldn't time how fast I took my pants off, my fully painful erection freed from it's prison. I started stroking it as I continued to watch Fillie. I tried to match the speeds the rubble cocks were going as much as I could. Juices from Fillie dripping to the ground. How would I give to go over there and fuck her hard. It didn't long before she orgasimed, she howled like an animal before collapsing in total bliss. I was still trying to jerk off but I had to stop and ran off before I was caught spying on Fillie.

The effects of that still ran through my brain, I'm still jerking while I write this thing! If I see her do that again, nothing can stop me next time, I can be sure of that.