To Grander Pastures-

"Franny."

With a gasp, Francine "Fritter" Apple, came up to Mac, and squeezed his neck as hard as she could.

"I thought I lost you Mac."

Macintosh didn't know how to respond, so he just tied his arm's around Fritter's waist.

Fritter hushed "It's okay.....It's okay."
She slowly began to rock themselves side to side, repeating that endless mantra.

Over time Fritter brought Big Mac over to her bed and sat him down.
"How about a massage, hm?"
Fritter slowly combed his mane back with one of her hands, while her other started to caress Mac's shoulder muscles.

Soon, Mac found Fritter's touch insatiable, and began to wraith along with the hand combing his mane.

"Please"

Fritter climbed onto her bed and swung around Big Mac, delicately coaxing Mac's back to relax.

Mac umphed with a great sense of pleasure feeling his world twirling, within Fritter's grasp without a care in the world, Fritter began to hum an over familiar tune, but to Big Mac that humming was like a siren's entrancing melody slowly but surly catching her prey.

Mac grasped one of Fritter's hands and for a moment they both looked into each other's eyes.
They stayed staring like they were witnessing the very fabric of reality bend and flex within their gape.

Slowly Mac embraced Fritter.

"I can't even begin to tell you how much I missed you." Fritter began.

"Well...... I'm in you'r bed, naked with you so that's a start." Mac grinned.

Fritter rolled her eyes and punched Mac in the shoulder as hard as she could.

"Ow!" Mac chuckled rubbing his arm.

Fritter didn't know what to do, she just flopped over her bed and stared at the other side of the room.

Mac slumped over beside her, put his left arm around her belly and nuzzle/kissed her neck.

"Stop, I'm being mad at you right now."

"No your not." Mac gave her cheek a final kiss.