What Can I Do?

POOF!

"Whoah!"

"Holy Horsefeathers!.....Uh, you okay there Sugarcube? What on earth are you wearing?"

"Please...Please don't use that word."

"Uh...Sugarcube?"

"...'Okay'."

"Uh, o-alright then."

POOF!

I've decided I've had quite enough of waiting for Fluid Ounce to finally come to his senses and- "URGH!"...."URGH!!!!!!" So I've resolved to go to him. I've been honing my teleportation spell, and plan to magically appear before him at the precise hour when he arrives home from work (He delivers milk) so he can whisk me inside. I am donning some lingerie that I think will cause him to do so. The only problem is, for some reason, I keep teleporting to Sweet Apple Acres, and have ruined at least 4 sets of sexy wear already, by landing inside of the muddiest part of the pig pen. Every. Time. I can't tell you what Rarity thought as soon as she saw her lingerie returned in such a state. I've changed my trajectory, by uttering inner cantations more softly and with a bigger mental picture. I've practiced a few more times and I've succeeded in teleporting to the landing of his house. All I need to do is wait until he gets home and I know exactly what I'm doing.

POOF!

"Oh, well I'm in his bed. I guess bed is better than nothing. Oh wow." Oh my, his muscles, I can feel them. He's already in bed. He must've already turned in. Wow, he's much taller than I remember, I don't recall him being quite so....Oh! Here we go, he's turning over.

"Like what you see, Big Boy?"

"...Eyyup."

fizzle

FIZZLE

No no no no no no no no no no.

fizzle

I know exactly what I'm doing. I have overworked my horn and I can't handle a powerful spell like teleportation right now. I have teleported myself to the bed of my friend's older brother. I think Big Mac was his name. He's staring at me. I should say something but nothing comes to mind. My hoof is on his chest.

Nothing is happening. Somehow I expected him to pounce on me like a diamond dog in heat. I'm a bit scared, he looks big enough to eat me.

"Big Mac, I-"

"Eyyup." Big Mac gets out of the bed. Oh dear!

"I mean I didn't mean to- I mean we can't- you're not going to-"

"Nope."

Big Mac turns on the light and helps undress me, though nothing in the erotic sense, he just helps me with my zipper, which even with magic is difficult to undo. (Rarity enchanted it, so it's hard to get off for unicorn lovers.) He folds the lingerie and hands it to me.

"Thank yo-I mean really? Am I not attractive?? I'm sorry that's totally not the question to ask. I'm sorry for-"

"Nope."

"Nope to what?"

Big Mac tenderly helps me out of the bed, hands me a small blanket and walks me to the door and out into the hall. He lightly bucks one of the doors in the hall and it pops open, a couple of pillows fall out and he catches them and balances them on his head.

"Uhm, Big Mac-"

"Applejack, Twi magicked here accident'lly! I'm gon' go head and set her up in the guest room!"

"Wh-what? Oh-oka- I mean..shoot, alright then. Hey Sugarcube..."

"Hi Applejack."

We walk in silence and get to the guest room. He turns on the lamp on the bedside table and makes it a point to make sure I'm settled.

"Thanks Big Mac. I'm so sorry about this, I'm so embarrassed."

Big Mac comes to the side of the bed and plants a soft kiss- "okay." -on my forehead. I immediately blush and he says. "'Nope.' You IS attractive. Right smart too. G'night."

"Goodnight."

Assessment:
That one kiss (On my forehead) from Big Mac was better than most things I've ever felt in my life. Giving my body to Fluid Ounce felt beyond amazing too. Fluid Ounce didn't kiss me, but he pleasured me. I barely know Big Mac, and my face is still all fuzzy from his surpisingly soft lips on my forehead. Conclusion: I am starved for affection and have hyperbolized the feeling of physical sensation and sex. The advice of Princess Celestia is suddenly making a lot more sense now. Maybe I don't really want sex, maybe I want somepony to love me as much as it feels like someone does when they make me feel good, i.e. Fluid Ounce's penis, and Big Mac's gentlecoltish and stunning kiss.

Big Mac is so hot.

As the day washes over me I find my mind wandering to Big Mac's muscles and the pent-up frustration from all the failed teleportations starts manifesting itself as a little spark of arousal, starting from my forehead and creeping its way down, between my thighs. Heaving a huge sigh, I set aside my moral quandries and start touching myself. I'm slick with arousal, pictures of Big Mac atop me with sweat lining his brow start to make their way into my head and-

POOF

With wide eyes, I am suddenly across the room from a familiar, fit, red earth pony, with wild red hair. He is jacking off with sweat lining his brow. I am frozen in place, quite wet and I have not yet been discovered because his eyes are shut. I think I have enough energy to teleport away but......

He is stroking the most beautiful dick I have ever seen. Holy shit, that is a nice cock. Hmm, those practice sessions with dirty talk are really paying off-aaaaand I'm touching myself. This is a bad idea. Wow, he looks so into it. Mmm I wish I could just...

"...Twilight."

Yup, that's good enough for me.

"Yes?" I whispered, lighting up my horn with a little magic, wrapping my glow around this beautiful farmhand's member. Lucky for me his eyes were still closed.

"Oh nelly, it's darn near like I can feel her." I don't think groans have ever sounded so sexy. When he said my name in that deep, rich voice of his, I just about came.

"Would you like to feel me Big Mac?"

"MMmYup." Oooohhh and without the usually 'Ee' preceding it, it sounds so sinful, does he really not know I'm here? Maybe I can get a little closer, he seems to be so lost in it that I don't think he would notice if I-

As quietly and softly as I could I joined him on the bed. Wow, okay, up close, his thing is even bigger than I realized. Just a little touch...oh my good goddesses, it's twitching in my hands. He hasn't opened his eyes yet...Just a little lick, the scent is intoxicating, I'm absolutely drunk with the smell of his musk. I gave a shy, but ambitious lick up the length of his throbbing erection and he groaned intensely.

"Gonna cum, little darlin."

"Okay Big Mac."

"What the-Twilight? What are you-? AGHHHHMMMMFUCK!" No sooner than I had taken the tip of his massive cock into my mouth, he came. A lot. I coughed as one spurt instantly filled my mouth, while the rest sloppily covered me from head to hoof. I just blinked and may have moaned a little bit as his warm semen hit me. It was almost creamy, like yogurt but it was surprisingly sweet, like maple syrup. Must be all those apples, making a mental note to research the effect diet has on semen. Did I just swallow a huge mouthful of Big Mac's cum? I kinda wanted more, I put a hoof to my head, feeling the creamy substance and licked it off of my hoof. Mmmmmm, it really does taste like maple syrup, wow if I bottled this I could literally put it on my oatcakes in the morning. Using my tongue I licked around my lips to get what I could and involuntarily moaned at the taste.

I was so enraptured in this, that I forgot that Big Mac was now wide awake and watching me. Wait, where is Big Mac? I hear a low chuckling, that broke into a rather silly sounding giggle then I felt a towel hit my head.

"Heeheehee, girl, heeheehee, you is plumb crazy."

The realization kicks in. "Big Mac! It was an-

"Eeyup."

"No really it was so inappropriate of me- I'm sorry! Can you ever forgive me? I wasn't thinking. Are you mad?? Are you gonna tell Applejack-EEP!" Big Mac silenced me, by putting a hoof to my lips.

"Nope. Wasn't appropriate. Eeyup, I can forgive ya'll. Nope, I'm not mad. And Eeyup, cause I'm honest to my sister."

"I don't know what came over me."

Big Mac looked me up and down and scratched his head sheepishly. "I did, I reckon. Now uh....once yer done showering-"

"Can I sleep here?"

"Yup."

"Thanks Big Mac."

"Thanks for breakfast Applejack."

"Ain't no thang, sugarcube, we always have room for one more here. Anytime you wanna drop by, yer always welcome with the Apple Family."

"It looks delicious."

"It oughta be, I ain't the best at science and all that, but as apple fritters go, I think I'm gettin thar."

"Mmm. Wow, it's good."

Applejack grinned mischeviously across the breakfast table.

"So, uh, are you fuckin' mah brother?"

Dear Twilight,

I'm afraid I am more at a loss for words than usual. Your story was, stimulating to say the least. I've heard people say. "Goddesses, give me strength" but I wonder who am I to ask for the strength to not set a bad example. I know of the pony you speak, he sometimes makes deliveries into Canterlot and I have met him on my occasional visit to Ponyville. He is indeed a handsome pony, and I imagine you had a wonderful time. I cannot believe, my faithful student, that you have taken your experience with Big Mac and translated it into a very interesting lesson in friendship in your last letter. To think you would draw the conclusion that Big Mac is desirable for his traits and his looks, thus would attract countless local girls, taking their feelings into consideration. I did not expect that, it seems that you have a better understanding of friendship than I anticipated. There are times when a Princess doubts herself, but I am now sure I did the right thing by sending you to Ponyville and I am certain the elements chose correctly. Continue to write, continue to ever impress me with your studies.

Sincerely,

Princess Celestia

~~P.S. If you~~