Five
She would be coming soon. Almost like clockwork, whenever Rarity let her be here, it was a matter of minutes before Sweetie came to the barn. She would be smiling, but not too brightly. No, she couldn’t.
Four
She was afraid, and Big Mac understood that. He was her best friend’s brother. They weren’t supposed to love each other, especially not intimately. It only got worse when one thought of the accusations if they knew how long they had been together. He had waited of course, but others wouldn’t believe.
Three
Now she was eighteen, and the two had readily embraced that side of their relationship, or at least, she had. That’s why she came out to the barn after his work. To help him ‘relax’.
Two
Did it really help him relax though? When she couldn’t speak? Couldn’t sing those sweet tones that had haunted his dreams for so many nights? All because of fear. All because of hesitation.
One
It was a lot to put up with, especially when you have so much else to worry about. How your farm will do, what sort of crops to plant where, and to include a private relationship with that...Big Mac was done with it.
Clink
His ear twitched, his sore muscles, tired from the long day’s work tensing at the sound of her arrival. Just like clockwork, but… now there was a new sound. His ears flicked again, trying to ignore the lemonade she was undoubtedly holding, and instead hearing something else. A sloshing of water that was different from what he had expected. He opened one eye, and looked through his matted, orange mane to see a bucket in her hand. Looking higher, he saw his beloved.
She wore a white shirt, which was fairly redundant on top of her white fur, and was… different for her to. It still did its job to cover her large bust, which bounced with each step. It was a little less than most days, though that may be for the same reason as why her gaze was not on him, but on the bucket in her hand. It was cute to see her pink and purple mane covering her face, but it hid her best feature.
“Hello, Sweetie.”
She looked up, her glistening green eyes shining in the light as her mane bounced behind her large ears. He could lose himself in those fields, while also knowing every inch of their pastures from the hours he had stared into them. Looking down caused his chest to tighten, as her lips only twitched upwards, and, instead of turning into the beaming smile he saw with her friends, stayed tight lipped, and small. He knew she would if she thought she could, but if she got too excited, she would get loud, and if she got loud, they would be discovered.
She shuffled a bit, before placing the bucket onto the hay bale next to Big Mac’s chair. He glanced into it as she reached in and grabbed a towel, which she clung to her bosom before extending the glass to him. His hand wrapped around the glass, but his eyes stayed on the new element. Water trickled down her shirt, and his eyes widened lightly as one drop fell from her breast, and he could see the pink through the now dampened shirt. She didn’t do it on accident though, or else she wouldn’t be blushing. She also, probably would have spoken to him by now, except that she wanted to make sure her new plan worked. Just as always before, it was cute to see her trying so hard, even while she had to do nothing to keep him, or brighten his day.
Big Mac slowly lifted the glass up, and took a sip of the refreshing lemonade. A little sweeter than it needed to be, but as his honey hated sour things, he had come to accept that as a part of her gift, and he patted his leg. She shook her head though, and showed a bit of teeth as she smiled a little more. “I… I thought I would help you cool down, a-and maybe help you wash yourself, since I know how sweaty you can get after work.”
And I know how much you like that smell. Still, the gesture was beyond kind, and he could already imagine all the things she must be planning. Big Mac couldn’t dwell on them though, not while his own plans buzzed through his mind, He looked to the ground, barely seeing his blue jeans or yellow shirt as he stared at the packed dirt. With one more breath, he shook his head, and stood up. “Sit down.”
Sweetie Belle looked up, but instead of seeing into his eyes, he made sure his mane covered them. His heart was hammering in his chest as he moved around her, and put his hands on her shoulders, He leaned in close, and breathed out, his body trembling as he tried to calm himself. It was only a few words, but no matter how many reasons you had for saying them, they always seemed to be so tough. “Please.”
The white mare bit into her cheek, before taking a seat. She fidgeted where she sat, and Big Mac continued to stare at her while she straightened her short, purple skirt. It suited her well, and only added to her cuteness. It would also make this all that much harder, as he could feel a pulse of arousal flow through him. Why did she need to bring the bucket today? Why did she have to wear white? He shut his eyes tighter, and shook his head. He couldn’t have any of those things. Not when he had something more important to do. Big Mac lowered himself to one knee, and looked her dead in the eyes. “Sweetie Belle, we need to talk.”
She tilted her head, before nodding. “W-whatever you have to say, Mac. Just remember,” she paused as she blushed for a moment, “we only have so much time before everypony else comes back.”
Big Mac nodded, his body tensing more and more with each moment. He had rehearsed this so many times in the mirror, had spent hours getting ready this morning, and yet, he still wasn’t ready. If only she knew what I did. Then we could skip all of this, and move on. She didn’t though, so he needed to speak.
“Sweetie, we’ve been together for almost three years now, and we’ve been… intimate for six months of that. During all of that, I’ve tried to be okay with hiding behind walls, and small pecks, but… it hurts. It hurts to know that we can’t be true with each other, even while knowing all of your fears.”
Sweetie’s eyes widened, and he could see her hands beginning to tremble as she squeaked out, “Mac, what are you talking about?”
He looked back to the dirt, every breath now hurting to take in as he soldiered on. “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, and this morning, I made sure to make sure I was right. That those fears wouldn’t need to exist anymore after today.”
“Big Macintosh, please do-”
He brought his hand away from his back pocket, and held up a red box that clicked open, and silenced Sweetie Belle. Within was a ring with a large emerald on it in the shape of an apple. Inside that ruby, was a musical note shaped diamond that glistened in the sunlight. Big Mac smiled, and whispered, “Sweetie Belle, so you never have to be afraid, and I will always be able to see that smile I cherish so deeply, will you marry me.”
She looked into his eyes, an errant tear slowly falling from the edge of her eyes as she tried to speak. All she could get out though was, ‘Big Mac.”
He put a hand on her knee as he smiled at her. “I got up before dawn today and talked to everyone. I had already asked your dad when I got the ring for his permission, but now, Rarity, Applebloom, they all know, and they couldn’t be happier for us. So please, don’t be afraid.”
Sweetie blinked a few more times, before leaping off of the chair, and into Big Mac’s strong, steady arms. She wept tears of joy into his neck, and he held her close. Over and over, she sang the sweetest words he had ever heard into his ear, “I do,” and with that one line, his world was whole, and happy.
Five
Sweetie took in a sharp breath as she heard the sounds of hoofsteps outside the room. She could feel as she broke into a sweat, and she wished she didn’t. There was no reason to worry. She was welcome here. That’s why she wore a ring now.
Four
But did she actually deserve it? Sweetie knew back when she was fifteen that she had a long shot to catch Big Mac’s attention. He worked so hard, was so strong, and could do seemingly no wrong to her. While she had seen his less romantic side at times now, she still didn’t see how a mare like her got a stallion like that.
Three
Now she was in his bed for the first time in their whole relationship. No, in any bed. All of the hiding and secrecy that she had wanted so that they weren’t scolded for a young filly’s desires, and he had put up with it. Why? Why did he do any of this?
Two
She nestled in deeper into the cover, now hiding her face as she breathed hard. If those hoofsteps were his, he would be here any second. It wasn’t what they may do that made her afraid, but sleeping with him as a girlfriend, it didn’t compare to the weight as his fiance. Was more expected of her? Less?
O-
A hand landed on her shoulder, and Sweetie panicked. A scream tore itself from her lungs as she tried to scramble off of the bed, but the strong hand kept her right there. She grabbed ahold of the tight muscles, and stared at the red hand. Her own cheeks tried to match his coat color as Big Mac chuckled slightly.
She watched as he slid himself underneath the nice, cotton sheets. Sweetie had been so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she hadn’t heard him undress, or even come in for that matter. It did let her enjoy the sight of his rippling abs, firm pecs, and long, hanging member. A shiver ran through her, and it was almost painful due to how tense she was.
His hands, sturdy as always pushed her on the shoulders, and she let him lay her flat on the bed. The smile on his face filled her with a sense of safety, just as it always had, and his lips coming nearer filled her with excitement. The familiarity only sparked her worry for the new, and she could feel every muscle in her tense. Their lips pressed for only a moment, before Big Mac whispered, “What’s wrong?”
She breathed in heavily, trying to focus on his mus and relax. This night was supposed to be magical. She wouldn’t need to hold back because everypony else knew they loved each other, and they had nothing to fear. It was too late to cover up her anxiety though, so she had to simply swallow hard. “Well, I just, I don’t think I, um…” She looked down as she wrapped her arms around her front. “I’m afraid I don’t deserve this.”
Big Mac’s chuckle made her pout before he wrapped his arms around her. Those arms that meant she was safe, meant she was home. Always strong, always firm, but never harming. They only were meant to for love, and Sweetie felt her old desires to merely melt into them come back. She even tried to believe him as he told her, “You do,” but it only made her shake her head.
“You’re too good for me, Mac.”
“Sweetie, you should know better than that.”
“But it’s true. I’m the reason you needed to propose to me just so everypony could know. That… that’s not a reason to get engaged with somepony.”
Big Mac pushed away from her, and Sweetie stared into his large, inviting, green eyes. They reminded her of days on orchard hills when he would listen to her prattle on for hours about her day, Rarity, Apple Bloom… anything. She could even feel the warmth on her face at the memories, though that may have also been the hand he gently brushed against her cheek.
“You’re right, it is, but it isn’t why I proposed. I proposed because I didn’t want to wait another day until I could hear you tell me your dreams while we have breakfast. Other stallions thinking they had a chance, drove me up a wall, and I knew with how beautiful you are, and how kind, it would never stop. I proposed to you because the mere thought of losing you tore at my being like a tractor going the wrong direction. I couldn’t let that keep being the case.”
Sweetie felt a tear run down the side of her face, and she reached up to brush it off. She must have looked silly underneath the covers like this, acting almost like a filly instead of the proud mare she was. “I… I don’t know what to say.”
Big Mac leaned down, and this time, she made sure the kiss wasn’t quick. She wrapped her hands around his head and pulled him in. His hot breath met her face as they connected, and she could feel him enter her mouth. His warm tongue flexed against her own muscle, before coiling around and teasing it, just like it had so many times in the past. Her horn flared to life as she felt a dampness between her legs, but she felt a hand gently brush against it. She stopped for a moment, only a centimeter from Big Mac as she breathed, “What are you-”
“Leave it off.”
“But then I-
“I know.”
Sweetie’s heart stopped for a moment, before she couldn’t stop them. Tears began to stream down her face as she embraced Big Mac, her thin arms pressing into his hardened muscles as she wept. His own arms wrapped around her, and she could feel his hard, throbbing cock press against her leg as her own, large bosom pressed against his pecs. She didn’t think about it this time; her euphoria wouldn’t let her. All she did say was, “I’m ready.”
Her legs twitched open as Big Mac began to squirm on the bed. He must have known that no matter what she said, she needed him as close as possible, as he never broke their embrace, even as the tip of his cock grazed her nethers. She breathed in again, her chest pressing more against Big Mac as her lungs filled, and she nodded.
She could feel every bit of him slide in as he rocked forward. Her hands balled into fists as shocks of arousal pulsed through her body, and her breathing began to quicken. They had always used a spell, or a condom, but this time, there was nothing separating them. There was a purpose to the small dips into her drenched pond, and the very thought made her heart pound in her ears.
A loud, melodical moan escaped her lips, and the sound of it bouncing against the walls, instead of her mouth made her want to cry. She had been missing this for so long, and for what? A bit of fear that the kindest, most honest stallion she had ever met and trusted would lie about loving her? Sweetie shuddered through the next few thrusts, feeling like her body was on fire as her folds were massaged by his large, throbbing member. She let her praises be known now though, without a care in Equestria.
She let her mouth hang open as she began to get drunk on the pleasure. Her nipples ground against his taught muscles as he moved, and she began to wonder if he was feeling like she was. Would he cum faster because they were in a bed, or would she find herself completely at his mercy, and happy to be so because he didn’t want this to end? She somewhat hoped the first, as she was being driven mad with anticipation, and her body felt like one overworked furnace.
His arms pressed tighter into her, and she hummed one more time as her shudders began. She tried to push them off, tried to stop as everything climbed higher and higher, but it was so hard. With each push of his cock now, she felt every inch of him, and jumped at every kiss to her womb. A womb that so badly wanted to be filled, so bad that she couldn’t hold back. Sweetie let out a cry loud enough to wake the dead as her folds clasped around Big Mac, and her juices sprayed out.
Her arms weakly clung to him as he kept going. She was in almost a daze as she felt him begin to tense, but knew what was coming. She used the last of her strength to wrap her hooves around his back, and let out on more long moan as she felt it. His warm seed coated every inch of her, and filled her to the brink in one, long burst, before he lowered them both to the ground.
She began to hum, her energy spent from the joys and worries of the day, enjoying the feel of Big Mac as he stayed right where he was. He lips pressed against her cheek, and she turned just enough to feel his strong lips against hers for another moment, before hearing the words that made her heart sing everytime. “I love you, Sweetie.”
She felt a tear roll down her face as she nuzzled back, and barely whispered, “I love you too,” before falling asleep in her beloved’s arms.
