Big Mac the Bachelor

Macintosh, had finally calmed down. He spent most of the night unable to think about anything other than Trixie. It was almost dawn and he still hadn't slept. Even without checking he could tell it was almost time for the roost to crow. Sneaking out to visit the barn was his first ideal but was crushed under the weight of other duties. AppleJack never came home which she did do on occasion, but that left him with all the task that she would normally do. With the rest of the Apple family gone for the remainder of the week, it was just AJ, Apple Bloom, Granny, and Macintosh alone to take care of the farm. Apple Bloom needed to be fed and sent to school as while Granny needed to have her medicine prepared.

"Bye Big Mac!" Apple Bloom shouted waving her arm. "Take care of Granny."

"Yup." He responded waving back.

He turned closing the front door of the house and heading up the stairs to Granny. When he opened the door she was still in bed asleep. She had drank all the juice he had left her with the medicine in it so she would probably stay down for another couple hours. They had the local doctor give her a stronger prescription as to keep her from running around hopped up on drugs like last time. They still don't know how she managed to eat an entire barrel of apples and flip over a cow in the short moment they left her alone. Besides this, all that was left was to tend to the daily routine of caring for the animals. After he finished feeding them, he rushed back to Trixie thinking it be best to just skip everything else for now.

Macintosh opened the barn doors wide letting the sun light envelope everything inside. In his left hand he held a sandwich on a plate he had made, and in his right a glass of orange juice. He walked deeper inside to find Trixie at the far back lying on top a pile of Hay she must have turned into a bed. When he came closer he noticed how the light shined over her. Her hair reflected the light back at him and some how absorbed it making it glow. Her face was lit up showing how flawless her skin was. Granted he couldn't see much with the light in his eyes, he could still make out the figure of her body. It was perfectly shaped out so the hips were just right, the ass just round enough, the rack perky yet bounty full.

When she finally woke up covering her eyes from the sun light, she saw him standing almost right over her and let out a small scream.

"What the hell are you doing!?" She shouted at the top of her lungs. "Were you watching me sleep?"

"NO NO NO!" Macintosh backed away giving her space. "I just got here. I was going to wake you but..."

Seeing him gesture to the food let trixie guess the rest.

"…Well, I guess it's alright." She stood up picking the hay out of her hair. "You were kind enough to let me stay here. So as long as you didn't try anything i'll forgive you… Did you try anything?"

Macintosh couldn't look her in the eyes. He may not have done anything but if she could hear what he was thinking it would have been a lot worse. She inched a bit closer to him dusting herself off and playing with her hair waiting for a response.

"I made you lunch." He dodged the question, presenting her food, nearly shoving it into her chest. "It's just a sandwich and a glass of juice. I thought you might be hungry."

"Thank you." She replied, then hastily gobbling down the food.

Macintosh watched in amazement as she wolfed down the sandwich as if it were here first meal in an eternity. When she finished Trixie chugged down the OJ happy it wan't apple juice and looked up to see Macintosh focused on her now crumb covered face.

"Excuse me." She said with a reddish face. "I spent the better part of yesterday on the run so I never got the chance to eat."

He grabbed the plate and empty glass from her. "It's fine. I like that you have an appetite. Now i'm gonna swing past the house to put this away. Can you wait for me to get back."

When he turned for the door Trixie grabbed his arm. "Wait!" She asked louder than she wanted. Macintosh turned to see her now hugging his arm with a flustered face.

"What do you need?" he asked curious, blushing hoping she couldn't see.

It took her a second to get her words together but she spoke carefully. "I-I just wanted to thank you again… For letting me stay last night. It may not seem like much to you, but that was the kindest thing anyone has done for me in a while.

"For you, anything." Macintosh, instantly understood what he said and turned completely red. He was trying to sound cool but from the look of surprise on Trixie's face he knew she took it as a different meaning. She slowly let go of him signaling that he could run away now. Trixie could tell that's what he wanted to do. After giving a crappy look of confidence he walked out of the barn and closed the door behind him. He did want, to run but couldn't. He was moving as slow as a turtle, seemingly paralyzed by his last remark. He started thinking of all the things he could have said instead of that and began drowning in a pool of his own thoughts. This would have continued if he hadn't noticed AppleJack coming up the road with a broken cart. She waved for him to come over. Macintosh tossed the dishes he carried to the side hiding them from sight.

"Heyah Big Mac," She said beginning to struggle with the load. "I could use a good hand dragging this here cart."

"No problem." He replied picking up the broken cart with ease showing off his unnatural strength. "Whats wrong with the wheels?"

"The've been melted stuck in place." She answered. "I was hoping we be able to fix it right up."

Macintosh looked back interested. "Well that should be easy with the right tools. How did it happen?"

"That no good show girl Trixie." AppleJack snapped.

Macintosh, froze a moment, drowning out whatever his sister was saying, re-examining the pie cart. Is this Pinkies pie cart? He thought to himself, carrying it to the farm house.

"Big Mac," The blonde farm girl called, regaining his attention. "Shouldn't we be taking that their cart to the barn?"

"NO!" He yelled.

AppleJack looked at him puzzled waiting for him to explain.

"Well-what I mean is, uh," He almost tripped over his own words. "I saw the tools in the house so it would be easier to just take it there."

"Oh, well that'll work." She said, hand on her head trying to pick up where she left off. "Anyway like I was sayin, me and Rainbow been up all night looking for her so she can pay for what she done."

Macintosh, picked up speed, trying to hurry to the house. AppleJack didn't notice the difference in pace seeing as how deeply passionate she was talking about making Trixie pay pinkie back. She told him of all the things her and Rainbowdash wanted to do to her when they caught her. Some of it reasonable the rest a little extreme and getting worse. Macintosh couldn't help but think of the criminal he had stashed away in their own barn. She didn't need this, she couldn't handle this. From what he's seen and heard so far, she can barley pay to stay alive let alone pay pinkie back for the loss of an entire pie filled cart. She already had nowhere to go and no one to turn to. And with both Rainbow and AJ hunting her she'd be found in hours on her own. He wanted to help her but he didn't know how.

As the two of them reached the back of the house Macintosh dropped the cart near the back door.

AppleJack looked to Big Mac and said. "I'm gonna go check on Granny, you go get the tools so we can get started on the cart."

He shook his head in understanding then the moment she was out of sight he ran back to the barn at full speed. When he got to the doors he quickly opened them, slid in and closed them shut. Trixie rose from behind a stall near the far back of the barn afraid of who might have come through so suddenly. When she realized it was only Macintosh she relaxed. As he made his way over to her, he could tell something was wrong.

"Macintosh does she know i'm here yet?" Trixie asked full of panic. "I heard her yell my name and I hid."

"No not yet." He said hoping to calm her. "I don't think she'll look for you in here, but this isn't the best hiding spot."

She looked at him trying to follow his lead to calm herself down. "But if I can't stay here than where can I go?"

"I don't know." He looked worried. "I can't think of anyway to get you out of this."

"What if we left?" Trixie proposed, eyes fixed on his. "We could just leave right now. Go someplace no one would find us."

Macintosh looked at her with the same intensity she looked at him with. He wanted to say yes, but to just leave everything behind. "Trixie, I wanna go with you, I really do but what about my family."

She pulled him into her embrace, her head buried in his chest. "Please… You'r all i've got."

At first he could only think no, never, not a chance but the longer she held him the more he wanted to go with her. She held tighter and tighter almost threatening to never let go. He didn't resist. Macintosh gave into her, forgetting every else that might trouble him. His only thoughts were of her. When she did release him, he was almost begging to go with her. Thats when the barn doors opened. Fear and doubt became reality as they heard the voice speak, "Big Mac what are you doing with Trixie?"