But First!! Here are Some Doubts....

*WHAM*

The colt's hoof hammered against the door again, threatening to pierce through to the mare holding her back desperately against the frame.

"What, are you just never going to talk to me again?  I told you it's not true!"

Helpless tears cascaded down the mare's face as she held her head in her hooves. Anguish was mixing well with the newfound fear of the colt's violent side.  The mare did not know him to be this aggressive.

"You're a filthy liar Thunderlane!!" she cried shrilly, doing her best to sound more angry than afraid.

"You're just going to sit there and take some dumb mare's word over mine? Open this door!"

Rarity cried out as another kick to the door rocked her forward. She was dully aware of the taste of her running mascara in her mouth.

"Just go away!" The fashionista braced herself against the frame, praying somepony would help. But she knew, even in broad daylight, none would choose to become involved in a couples quarrel. For it was not the risk of the colt holding her down and forcing compliance that scared her, it was the knowledge that she would have to lie to herself to believe his words.

The Pinkie Swear had seen to it that her blissful ignorance was shattered.

"She was just a mare I knew from practice! She's too clingy for her own good!"

The colt kicked the door again, his pleas picking up a desperate tone.

"Too clingy for you not to cheat on me with!!"

"I never touched her!" Thunderlane's voice boomed from the crack in the door, his snout shoved in between the knob and the frame so the unicorn could hear every syllable.

Rarity contemplated screaming at him, but knew he would just pushharder. Instead, in one swift motion fueled halfway by anger and halfway by fear, she unlocked the door and bucked it right into the stallion's face. The door jolted back slightly against her hooves as it made contact with the colt's nose, a nauseating thud rewarding the mare's efforts. She quickly pulled the knob back and latched the door back into place, resuming her seat at the bottom of the frame.

For a good three minutes nothing was heard beyond the door. Fearing that perhaps she might have somehow killed the stallion, Rarity was halfway to unlocking and opening the front door before a weight hefted itself back against the doorframe.

"Rarity just let me in," Thunderlane's voice sounded wet and raspy. Something had obviously been broken.

"Go back to Blossomforth," she said, her voice cold and hard. Thunderlane'swet, labored breathing was heard for a while as he stood with his snout pressed back against the door. Rarity listened to the blood lightly whistling in his broken nose for roughly ten more minutes that day before the stallion said his last words to her.

"Blossomforth is a better mare than you ever could be,"

**Earlier that day**

"Guys breakfast is ready!" Spike called over his shoulder as he adjusted the strings of his apron. Behind him, Applejack chewed happily through a plate of fried eggs he had prepared for her that morning. Finishing her last bite while Spike busied himself with washing the skillet he had used, she wiped her mouth politely and snuck up behind him.

She grabbed the dragon gently from behind, taking care not to knock him from the stool he had boosted himself upon.

"Now jes' who in the world taught you ta cook so good?" She said, nuzzling the crook of his shoulder. The dragon leaned in to rest his head on hers.

"Somebody's gotta cook at the library right?" He answered, smiling as he thought of the lavender mare back home probably still asleep from a late night of studying.

"Never had a mare cook fer ya before? Why dontcha let me treat you once in a while?" Applejack finished her question by leaning in and asking the question over Spike's neck. The heat of her breath left a tickle in a lower part of the dragons body, but his inexperience left him guessing as to what the feeling was. Nevertheless he bit his lip and reached a claw back to give the mare a nice rub behind her ear.

"Well, I best be off, make sure them two ain't sleepin' in." Applejack kissed her dragon lightly on his neck and made for the door. Said dragon let his claw rest over the kissed scales, the tickle now almost enough to make his legs shake. Hearing the screen door slam shut tugged him out of his daze though, and he shut off the water and hopped down from his stool.

"Hey that tickles,"

"Oh gee, the irony," Eiffel answered back, his head resting on Macintosh's stomach. Both stallions were curled up in Big Macintosh's bed, a simple design of hay and pillows in the style of a loft. The farm pony had awoken that morning to a weight on his chest, which turned out to be a certain stallion in a rather "playful" mood.

Touching the other stallion became easier and easier each time. The fur, just as rough as his own, felt more and more natural and the kisses, each one tasting sweeter than the last.

Lately though, fur and kisses took a much lower place on the priority list. A rather explosive experience that had only happened once before with the colt had bloomed once again under a blanket earlier in the night. With a thirst he did not know he had quenched, the large stallion slept peacefully with his colt wrapped in his forehooves.

"You know what I hate about mornings?" Eiffel rolled over to look up at the farm pony.

"Hangovers?" Macintosh gave the colt a cocky smirk.

"Smartass," Eiffel lightly punched the stallion's ribcage, but made sure to smooth the fur back down gently.

"I was gonna suggest something a little more 'you-and-me' but oh well!" Eiffel shot up from Macintosh's stomach and smoothed back his mane. "A little coffee, maybe some cream and sugar and a cigarette would be just as nice wouldn't you think?"

The farm pony pulled the colt back down, smiling lightly down at him. Eiffel wiggled his brow back taking the unspoken hint. Pushing himself down further to Macintosh's lap he trailed kisses up and down the stallion's thighs, effectively teasing the farm pony into a powerful arousal.

Big Mac propped his head up to watch the colt play his game. He managed to get through the first five minutes before Eiffel decided to play for keeps. The powerful waves of pleasure pushed the stallions head back against his pillows and forced his eyes shut. A low moan resonated from his lips as he rubbed his hoof gently through the colts mane, stopping only to rub an ear every now and again.

For what felt like an eternity the large stallion was in utter bliss. Enough so that he completely missed the tell-tale squeak of a door being opened. So much so that he didn't hear a small pair of claws click against the ladder leading to his loft. So much so that he only noticed the presence when Eiffel suddenly stopped servicing the stallion.

Macintosh looked down at the colt in confusion and noticed that his eyes were not looking back at his, but rather something just beyond Mac's right shoulder. The farm pony's stomach went cold, understanding that this was the look of a stallion who might have been caught with a knife in his hoof and a corpse on his shoulder.

Slowly.

Ever so slowly.

Macintosh looked behind him.

Meeting his gaze was a pair of bright green eyes, both practically shouting

their bewilderment.