Applejack had just finished bucking her last tree for the day, and as she brought in her basket full of apples she saw Rarity, Fluttershy, and Rainbow Dash leaning on a fence watching something. Applejack approached to see what was so interesting. She found they were all watching her brother Big Mac plowing the field.
As Rarity watched she thought about the crummy night she had with that awful prince Blueblood. She had the fantasy of being swept off her hooves by a royal gentlecolt, only to be disillusioned by that selfish heel. But now she realized the fantasy may not have been as naive as she thought. Real gentlecolts come from humble beginnings. Big mac grew up on a farm, and was probably raised right. Not only that but Big Mac is much more of a hunk than Blueblood, or any rich colt could ever hope to be. If only she had realized sooner what she was looking for was right under her nose the whole time. Why couldn't Sweetie Bell and her friends have fixed her up with him during that matchmaking game of theirs?
Rarity sighed dreamily as she imagined herself in a gown crying at some imagined drama, wandering aimlessly in the night. Big Mac finds her and rushes to comfort her. He gets her to stop crying and they start to walk together in the moonlight. She trips and falls into a haystack. Seeing Rarity splayed out in that dress momentarily stuns Big Mac and he gazes at her with lusty eyes. The fantasy shifts from night to sunset so Rarity could imagine him framed in gold and red light as the wind blows his main, which is longer in the fantasy so he looks like the cover of a romance novel. He reaches his hoof down to help Rarity up, but she pulls him down on top of her. He tries to apologize but she lays one on him. Their hearts race faster and faster until his hoof starts to move it’s way up her gown. The touch inflames her passion and she rips open his white shirt, that he’s wearing for some reason, revealing his glistening coat and rippling muscles. It also starts raining making them both wet which is also sexy.
Rarity bites her lower lip as her fantasy continues. As Fluttershy watches Big mac work, she can’t help but have a little fantasy of her own. She imagines herself tending to some bunnies while some lurking horror watches her from the Everfree, but then it sees Big Mac approaching and it slinks back into the forest. Fluttershy always admired Big Mac, always kind and soft spoken. Thing was she couldn't bring herself to tell him. She always looked forward to when a party was thrown in the Apple family barn because it was always a chance that she might actually speak to him.
Fluttershy wondered what it would be like if they actually were married. In the summer they would live together on the farm. She would help with the animals while he worked the fields. In the winter they would live at her cottage where they could spend quality time together. She pictured herself with with him cozied up on the couch in front of the fire on a cold winter’s night.
Fluttershy blushed slightly as she began to imagine the intimate part of their relationship. He was such a big stallion he could mount her while standing normally. She pictured him just walking up and slipping himself over her. He would encase her like a shell, keeping her safe from the world. He would then nuzzele the side of her head before biting her neck. Yeah, that's the good stuff, just a little rough, not too much. Too much could be scary, but not enough is too dull. In fact he should give her flanks a slap.
Fluttershy closed her eyes imagining the sensation. She then stopped herself as she realized what she was doing. She covertly checked her companions to see if they had noticed her. Rarity was fixated on Big Mac with a wistful longing gaze. Rainbow Dash was focusing on him just as hard but with a devilish grin her face.
Rainbow imagined that big hunk of stallion strapped helplessly to a bed completely at her mercy. For all his strength it was useless against her. She would stand over him as he strained against his chains to embrace her. He would be blindfolded and gagged. No, forget the gag, that way he could beg her. Yeah that's it, beg for her touch, but she would only give him a little at a time.
Suddenly, Rainbow started to lose enthusiasm for the fantasy as she realized dominating stallions was easy for her, she could just do that with anypony. What she really wanted, or rather, what she needed, was somepony to overpower her. In the new fantasy Rainbow sat at the end of a bed looking up at Big Mac with innocent eyes. He would then push her down and pin her her hooves to the bed. She would struggle but wouldn't be able to move under his strength. He would then look her up and down like a piece of meat and say with a smirk “Eeyup.”
Rainbow’s devilish grin had turned into a goofy smile, but she didn’t care, not one bit. She didn’t even notice Applejack come up beside her, who watched her brother along with the other mares. As she watched him, moving that heavy plow with sweat beading on his forehead, Applejack couldn't help but imagine a fantasy that would consume her thoughts from time to time. The fantasy of the perfect apple. An apple so juicy, and so sweet that no other apple could compare. She had grown big apples before, but she still couldn't really bring herself to call them perfect. If she did find the perfect apple though, what would she do with it? It would sell for a mighty fine price boy howdy, but as devoted as she was for making money for the family, Applejack didn’t really think she could resist keeping something so wonderful for herself. The seeds could still be valuable, she could eat the apple herself and sell the seeds. But how would she prove the seeds were from the perfect apple? Come to think about it how would she even know she had the perfect apple if she did find it? Well the color would have to be the most beautiful and vibrant of any other, and the aroma. It would have to smell sweeter than any other apple. A smell so strong you could smell it from a mile away.
Applejack imagined finding that apple. She would be out in the orchard and just smell it in the air. She would follow her nose all the way to the tree where she would see it, perfectly ripe and practically glowing red and green. She imagined biting into it her mouth instantly filling with the sweetest juice she ever tasted. She sighed as she looked down at her basket of regular apples. They seemed so unappealing after her fantasy. She finally moved them into storage with the others and, forgetting about her friends, went inside the house. She lied on her bed, still thinking about that elusive perfect apple. She closed her eyes, it’s image dancing in her mind.
