"Big Mac..."
Braeburn sat down on his bed, carefully eying his door as though someone might come in at any point, before he unbuttoned his tight wool pants. His soft cock popped out. With his right hand, he gave it a tentative rub, and felt himself starting to harden. As he grew hard, he noticed pre-cum leaking, and decided to taste some of it.
"God, I wish I had someone fuck me..." he thought.
That someone, in Braeburn's mind, was someone quite close to him, and at the same time a near stranger. More and more, he found himself thinking about his cousin Big Mac, about his strong, tall physique, about his rugged, handsome features. He would always imagine him with a well-defined six-pack, although Braeburn had never seen Mac shirtless. More and more these thoughts turned to fantasies, fantasies that would always go the same way: The big red stallion would begin by softly making him go on his hands and knees on top of his bed. He would pull down his pants, and give his ass cheeks a cheeky spank. "We need to lube ya up first," Mac would say, and began tonguing his asshole, coating his rim in moisture as Braeburn moaned at he slimy appendage stimulating him.
Eventually, after all the foreplay, Big Mac would tell him "It's time," and begin pushing his cock inside his anal passage. Braeburn balled up his fists, his asshole stretching to accommodate his cousin's cock. Big Mac was a decently endowed fellow, in Braeburn's mind at least, seven inches and fairly thick, and thus, the yellow stallion had to grind his teeth as he felt Mac pushing himself further and further in. When Mac's medial ring reached his anus, Braeburn could not help screaming loudly in pleasure.
Soon after, Braeburn would cum, his jizz shooting out in small ropes onto the bed. But Mac, still not done, would keep going. He would keep pushing himself and out, very gently as to not hurt his cousin, stretching him out, shaping his cousin's hole for himsel-
"Braeburn!" shouted a shrill voice downstairs. "What's with all that noise?"
"I-It's nothing, mother!"
Braeburn sighed. He had already climaxed, even if his fantasy wasn't done with yet. He had considered eating his cum after masturbating several times, but he never did. Not because he found it icky or anything along those lines, but, quite simply, because after reaching climax, he was no longer horny, and if he was no longer horny, there was no point to gobbling up his cum.
He has always felt ashamed of these fantasies. At first, he justified himself, thinking "Big Mac is a very handsome stallion, I'm sure mares have fantasies about him all the time... and some stallions too. I didn't grew up with him, so there's no reason as to why I wouldn't or shouldn't be attracted to him. That we're cousins is completely incidental."
But as time went on, Braeburn realized that these thoughts, too, were just rationalizations for fantasies he felt were illicit. The truth was, he liked the fact that Big Mac was his cousin. He did not fantasize about Big Mac despite the fact that he was his cousins, but rather, him being his cousin made him even more aroused. There was a certain illicit thrill in making love to someone who was so close to himself in blood.
Further, Braeburn realized, these fantasies were based on a rather shallow attraction. He barely knew his cousin, and these feelings for him were based almost entirely on his looks, rather than his personality or any sort of chemistry the two had together. For all he knew, they could be completely different, incompatible ponies. This did little to stop the thoughts of being sodomized by his cousin, however.
"Damn it, why can't all the stupid redneck jokes about cousin fuckin' be true?" he found himself thinking. "At least that way I'd get a chance..."
At the annual Apple Family Reunion, Big Mac found himself quiet as ever. He would reply to small questions he was asked, whether he was doing good, which he replied with a terse "Eeyup". Fortunately for him, nobody seemed to want to small talk with him, which was all for the better, in his opinion.
"Is Babs comin'?" Apple Bloom asked.
"I think so, she's just takin' a lil while to get here." Her sister replied.
Meanwhile, Braeburn and his family arrived. They greeted Applejack and Granny Smith, and Braeburn's parents left him to chit-chat with other couples. Immediately a strong feeling of ennui haunted him, much like it does at home.
"All this irrelevant small talk... We all get together every year, and for what? So we can talk about inconsequential nonsense for a few hours, pretending we care about or even know each other? What a bore," Braeburn thought. "Might as well hit the whiskey." The yellow-coated stallion looked at Applebloom and Babs Seed playing, two cousins that he had barely talked to in his entire life, if at all, and felt himself feeling himself jealous of the youngsters, of the days where there was more to do besides work, reading and masturbating. A soft sigh left his lips, he opened a bottle of whiskey, poured some, and took a sip.
Likewise, Big Mac had been drinking wine with company the whole day. It had started with just a few sips from a cup of that red goodness, while he was talking to some uncle, but throughout the evening he drank more and more, so much so that at night he was completely shitfaced.
Ponies talked, caught up on their gossip, fillies and colts played with each all afternoon, elder ponies played coin tossing games, laughing while sharing the same stories that they always told at the gatherings. As the night grew darker and darker, the Apple family gathered inside the well-lighted house, while some of the busier members went away early. But away from all this was Braeburn, who had gone to the barn to sit on a pile of hay.
"May I go," a hiccup, "outside for a minute? I need to get some fresh hair," Big Mac asked the rest of the family, his words sluggish and slurred.
"Course ya can, sonny," Granny Smith answered.
As Mac walked around, appreciating the cool Spring night breeze on his body, he started to hear noises. He looked around, trying to see where the noise was coming from. Careful listening led him to the barn. He opened the barn door and asked "Anyone here?"
No reply, but Mac could hear sobbing. He tentatively stepped inside, slowly and carefully, as though he was trying to not wake up someone, deeper and deeper into the barn. There he saw Braeburn sitting down on a stack of hay, crying, apparently having cried so much his eyes were read.
"Braeburn?"
"Hey Mac," he replied, and wiped his face with his hand, trying to remove the tears that had caked around his eyes. "How's it goin'?" The words were so slurred and jumbled that Mac could barely understand them.
Simply and directly, the alcohol having lowered his inhibitions, Big Mac asked "Why are you crying?"
"Oh, you know... life stuff." the crying stallion vaguely replied
"What's got you down about life?" Essentially the same question, but one Big Mac hoped would result in Braeburn giving him a more direct answer.
"It's... You know... All I do is work. Everyday, I go to my dead-end job, washing dishes at some second-rate restaurant. I work all day, and then when I get home, I work for my parents around the house. The only changes in this routine are when I need to go to a dentist, or a doctor. I have nothing to do.
"I live in a sort of old environment... I feel odd... about my sexuality... about my gender, Mac."
An awkward "Oh..." was the only thing that left the red stallion's lips.
Braeburn had stopped crying, and his face had dried up. With the lack of restraint that came with spending the entire day drinking alcohol, he asked the red stallion "Mac, will you fuck me?"
"Excuse me?" Mac replied, dumbfounded.
This short, almost instinctive reply left Braeburn scared. Had he really just asked that? Of his own cousin? What if he told the rest of his family? He might be kicked out of his house. He would become the black sheep of the family for sure, at the very least.
"Mac, please," he pleaded "I have no one back home. I have nothing to hope for. Can't you at least give me this? Oh Celestia, at least don't tell the family I asked you this."
"I..." Perhaps it was the alcohol, perhaps it was the fact that he barely knew Braeburn and thus he did not feel the same aversion to the idea of sex with as he would with a family member he's closer to, or perhaps it was sheer pity, but Big Mac said "Alright, I'll do it. I'll, uh, have sex with ya..."
Braeburn could not believe he had heard those words, though he was infinitely grateful for them. His fearful expression quickly morphed into a small, somewhat melancholic smile. "Thank you, Mac."
"So, how do we, uh, begin?" Mac asked, with a blush so red that even with his crimson coat it was noticeable.
"Don't worry, cousin," Braeburn replied in a low sultry tone, "I'll take care of that."
With that, Braeburn gently pushed down Mac, so he was sitting on a stack of hay. He crouched down to waste level, and unbuttoned his cousin's pants. He took a whiff of his ballsack, and felt intoxicated. Sweaty after a whole day of running around under the Spring sun. Dutifully he started sucking on his left testicle, and then his right one, alternating between the two until they were both covered with a nice sheen of saliva.
Braeburn's oral ministrations soon had their intended effect, and Big Mac's cock came flopping out of his sheath, still soft, but Braeburn would soon see to that as well. He noticed the size of Mac's member, which, while not as big as his fantasy version of him, was still some six inches long.
"Lemme lube it up for ya," he said, and immediately tried to put Mac's whole penis, still soft, down his gullet. Immediately he began gagging and soon after he retreated, coughing.
"That was stupid. Sorry, I'm not very experienced with these kinds of things..." Braeburn apologized with an embarrassed smile and a blush.
"You don't have to try and impress me, Braeburn. Just do whatever you are comfortable with." Big Mac replied with an understanding smile.
"Right," he said. With that, he began giving the left side of his cock a long lick, as though painting it with a brush, keeping eye contact with Big Mac as he covered the side of his member with saliva. Braeburn appreciated the meaty texture and musky flavor of another stallion's dick on his tongue more than he was expecting, and what was merely a means to lubricate and get his partner at full mast was now becoming its own end. After finishing with the left side, Braeburn began giving Mac's right side the same treatment.
Big Mac's meat twitched endlessly. He was panting heavily, and it was getting increasingly harder to not get up and push his cock further down Braeburn's gullet. He wanted nothing more than having his cock fully engulfed by his cousin's wet, tight throat. Braeburn noticed his licking starting to take effect, and he attempted to deepthroat Big Mac again, this time much more successfully. He pushed down, swallowing four inches of the burly red stallion's cock. Having reached his limit, he quickly pulled back. Sitting on the barn's floor, Braeburn gasped. He couldn't believe he had done that! He could barely believe that this was happening at all.
"You're lubricated enough, cowboy. Just fuck me now," He said in a low, husky tone.
"In what, uh, position do you want to do it?" Mac asked, as though he was somewhat embarrassed asking the question.
"Look, I'll just stand up and support myself with this here hay stack, and you can rail me from behind. Sounds good?" He suggested.
"Sure."
Drunkenly and sloppily, they got into position. Braeburn stood up, and bent his back at a thirty-five degree angle. Mac stood behind him, spreading his cousin's ass cheeks to see his prize. Too drunk to fuck properly, Big Mac jabbed Braeburn's ass with his cock several times, trying to get his dick inside of his cousin's asshole. After a couple of minutes of fumbling around, he finally got it. Braeburn screamed at the sudden anal intrusion.
Big Mac groaned at the tightness of his cousins asshole. Braeburn bit his lower lip, every single thrust making his anal passage looser and more accepting of his cousin's six incher. He could feel the slimy pre deep inside his rectum already, but despite the copious amount of spit and pre, Big Mac's cock felt incredibly hot, burning up in the best way possible. Braeburn's walls stretched steadily, as though they were slowly getting used to Big Mac.
"Go harder!" screamed Braeburn, in the throes of desire.
Wordlessly, Big Mac began pounding his cousin, although in a restrained fashion. His cock slid in and out of Braeburn's asshole faster and faster, and his moaning and screaming got louder. After a minute of slowly escalating the speed at which he was fucking Braeburn, Big Mac was pumping in and out like a piston, spittle smoothing the way and dripping down into the barn floor.
Mac's cock began throbbing, and he could tell he wouldn't last much longer.
"Braeburn, I'm close..." he told him.
"So am I, fill me up!" Braeburn shouted back at him.
Mac's cockhead flared, and with a final push he buried himself deep into Braeburn's ass, his balls touching the yellow's stallions buttocks. He let loose a few spurts of cum, and his cock softened. Feeling all the white goo inside his asshole proved to be the final straw for Braeburn, and he ejaculated soon after, all over the hay stack he was standing over.
For a while they stood there, panting and reflecting, basking in the afterglow in silence.
"We should go back to the house, before anypony comes lookin' for us" Braeburn eventually broke the silence.
"Eeyup. Lets go," Mac replied.
They walked back to the house without talking to each other. It had gotten very dark in the meantime, and they wondered how much time they had spent fucking. Braeburn's ass hurt, and he walked with a strange funk. When they entered the door, the house was mostly empty, most ponies have gone home already. Among the ponies still inside the house, however, were Braeburn's parents. As soon as his mother saw him, she began shouting.
"Where have you been? We've been waiting for you to come back for a hour! We were worried about you!"
"Sorry mother, me and Mac started catching up. I guess we lost track of time..." he replied, looking down in shame.
His mother looked at him, and then at Mac. She noticed the stench of sweat, the disheveled clothes, and the awkward looks the two stallions were giving each other. "Right..." she said. "Well, we should be on our already." Turning away from Braeburn and to everyone still in the living room, she announced her leave.
"Goodbye, Mac. And, uh, thank you. I'm never gonna forget what you did for me there, cuz." The goodbye seemed a bit melancholic. Mac felt as though he was saying goodbye forever.
"Eeyup," was his reply.
In the next Apple Family Reunion, Big Macintosh noticed that Braeburn was nowhere to be found. At the time, he thought the reason was out of shame for their drunken escapade the previous year. Then, in the next year, Braeburn wasn't there again. The same happened the following year. The next year, when Big Mac was twenty-five years old, after four years of not seeing his cousin, he decided to bring up Braeburn's absence to his mother.
"Miss, uh..." He stammered, trying to remember her name.
"Honeycrisp."
"Yes, Miss Honeycrisp... Do ya know why Braeburn hasn't come to the reunion these last few years?" Mac asked
Honeycrisp's happy expression immediately changed to a mix of rage, disgust and sadness. "Aw shucks, young stallion, Braeburn's not around anymore."
"Wait, did Braeburn die?" he replied, a sudden urgency in his voice.
"No, nothin' like that, sweetie... Braeburn happened to be, ya know," there was a long pause as her face slowly twisted in disgust, as though saying it was making her nauseous, "queer."
Big Mac felt his heart stopping for a second, and then beating at a much faster pace. Had someone seen them in the barn that fateful night? Did other members of the family know about what happened?
"What do ya mean, 'queer'?"
Honeycrisp sighed, as though she has had this conversation several times before. "He thinks he's a girl. Created a mighty big fuss, 'bout how long he felt that way, and his feelings towards other stallions. We told him we didn't raise him to be like that, but he didn't understand. We couldn't have him wear mares' clothes and we were fightin' so much... Eventually we had to put our hoof down, and we told him to either start behavin' normal, or get out."
After the shock of hearing such a story, Big Mac asked "What did he do?"
"He decided to go. Hasn't come back since," she replied.
"Ya disowned him?" he asked, a small but perceptible note of disgust in his voice.
"Don'tcha dare judge us, Mac. Ya have no idea what it's like to have fights every day because your son thinks he's a mare," Honeycrisp said, defensively.
"Right, I won't," he said, more or less right away. "Do ya know where he's been, at least?"
"Last I heard, he was workin' at a saloon called Buckhorn Exchange. That was two years ago though, might have changed by now," she told him.
"Thank ya kindly for the information, miss. Sorry for bringin' up such a personal topic, I'll, uh, go now..." With that, Mac began
"Anytime, Mac," she said, going away to mingle with her middle aged friends.
Big Mac didn't, couldn't, argue with the mare, as his shy nature made him fear making a fuss, but regardless of his feelings towards Braeburn coming out, he was disturbed with his parents' treatment of him. He thought about going to the saloon and meet Braeburn again, he thought about why he was still mulling over what was, for all intents and purposes, a drunken one night stand. He didn't have romantic feelings for Braeburn, not really, so what was it? He felt a distinct lack of closure, like Braeburn had taken his a piece of him all those years ago, and he wanted to get it back.
After a long train ride to Appleloosa, Big Mac focused on finding the Buckhorn Exchange saloon. This proved remarkably easy, as all he had to do was ask a pony for directions, and in a small town like Appleloosa, it didn't take long before someone told him where to go. The saloon was a dingy bear, with hot, stuffy hair. The lighting, Big Mac noticed, was nonexistent, as all the light came from the outside, resulting in an unusual darkness that pervaded the entire small building.
Big Mac went to the bartender, intent on finding Braeburn, and finally putting it all to rest.
"Heya mister, I have a question I was hopin' ya could answer," he said, terse and to the point as always.
"Sure partner, what would that be?" The bartender replied with professional niceties.
"I'm lookin' for a fella named Braeburn, I was told he works here. Would ya happen to know anypony with that name?" Big Mac asked.
"I'm afraid I don't know anypony with that name."
Mac was a bit nervous at that statement, feeling as thought he had wasted his time with this trip. "Maybe you've seen him around? He has a yellow coat, blond mane, an apple cutie mark..."
The bartender's eyes widened. "Oh. Oh!" He laughed somewhat nervously. "I think I know who you're talking about." He cleared his throat, and screamed "Bailey Sweet! There's somepony here to see you!"
"Comin', boss," replied a female voice from an adjacent room.
From the door emerged a yellow-coated mare with a luscious, long, flowing blond mane and tail; dressed in a black and red corset, with two decorative feathers in her hair, and a black chocker with a red apple tag. Her legs seemed to be unusually muscular. When she saw Big Mac, her green eyes widened.
"Big Mac...?" She said in a low voice.
Big Macintosh was confused. Who was this mare, why did she know his name, and why had the bartender called her to meet him? Tracing his eyes over her, he found herself looking at her flank, which was quite visible due to her revealing clothing, and he noticed her cutie mark: a big red apple.
"...Braeburn?" Mac said in disbelief.
Her smile turned into a light frown, and she replied. "It's Bailey Sweet now, cuz. Long time no see, Mac."
Big Mac was left speechless. The cousin he once know was effectively gone, and in his place stood a gorgeous mare. Bailey Sweet's shapely, medium sized breasts made it hard to believe that she had ever been a stallion, and her once "pretty colt" looks had given her a decidedly feminine face, although Big Macintosh could still recognize Bailey Sweet's once male face in her facial features.
The bartender look at Big Mac, and then at Bailey Sweet. Then, he said "I can tell you two have a lot to catch up on... Tell you what, you can have the day off, Bailey."
The yellow mare seemed to light up at her boss's offer, and turning to Mac, said "Sounds like a plan. You in, Mac?"
Big Mac awkwardly stammered, "I, uh..."
She got close to Mac, even pressing her breasts against his chest. "C'mon stud, are ya scared of being alone with your cousin for a while?"
Mac blushed so hard that even on his red face it was visible. "Uh... I mean... Sure."
"Rockin'. Lemme just get out of my work uniform and we'll get goin'," Sweet answered, and started walking towards a small room, which Mac took to be a sort of locker room.
As Bailey Sweet was getting dressed, Big Mac ordered some hard cider, and as he drank, started thinking about his current situation. Had Brae- Bailey Sweet always been like this? He thought about his memories from when she was Braeburn. She was always pretty "effeminate", Big Mac thought, but he thought that those peculiarities had been merely quirks in her personality, not an important part of her identity.
More importantly, Big Mac thought about why he liked his cousin's breasts brushing up against him. Bailey Sweet was undeniably an extremely attractive mare, and, upon reflection, the few vestiges of maleness in her facial features made her even more attractive to him, although he wouldn't say that to hear for fear of being inappropriate.
After a few minutes, Bailey came out the door again. She was dressed in a bright green tank top that showed quite the cleavage and a blue long skirt. Nopony would be able to tell that she had once lived as a stallion by just looking at her.
"Let's get goin', Mac," she told him and they exited the saloon. On their walk back to Baily's home, she was holding hands with Big Mac. He found himself incredibly uncomfortable, scared that somepony who knew about their blood ties could see them, but also noted how feminine Baily's skin had become. He found it quite pleasant to the touch.
"So, where have ya been livin', Bailey?" Mac asked his cousin. He was scared she might have been left homeless after being kicked out of her parent's house.
"I got a small apartment nearby," she replied.
With that said, they walked in silence until they reached a small building, with a large sign saying HOTEL. It was very short for a hotel, only two floors high. Looking at it, Mac couldn't believe it held more than eight rooms. They went up the stairs to Baily's room, to the right. Mac immediately noticed how small the room was. There was only a small one pony bed, a table not far away from it and a toilet. Bailey led Mac into sitting on her bed, and he sighed. For a while, they stayed in silence.
"So, how's it been?" He asked her, finally breaking the ice.
"It's been rough, Mac, I ain't gonna lie... Having to pay for hormone replacement theory and rent leaves very little bitsfor anything else," she said, her voice wavering slightly.
"When I told Pops and Mama about it, they went hay wire... After that our relationship seemed, just, completely ruined forever, ya know. Every day we were screamin' at each other, they called me hurtful names, "faggot", "tranny"..."
"I'm so sorry you had to go through that, Bailey. If I'd known, I'd have let ya in our home," Big Mac said, emphatically.
"Don't worry, I can take it, I'm a strong girl... I'm always one check away from being financially ruined, having to get both hormones and rent has been draining my finances." She started to tear up. "I'm always so sad, Mac, always! I have no friends, no hobbies, no nothin'!"
Big Mac hugged Bailey Sweet. She started sobbing into his chest, and soon after started crying loudly. Mac rubbed her back with his hand, trying to sooth her.
"Big Mac, thank you for everything you've done. I still remember it when we... did it, all those years ago. I'll never forget it," she said, wiping her tears off her face with her hand. "Do you think... Do you think we could do it again? I know I might sound desperate, asking a cousin for sex, but I haven't been intimate with someone in so long..."
Big Mac could not lie to himself: He found Bailey Sweet to be incredibly attractive, and with all the work on the farm, he had not had sex in quite a while. That, combined with his desire to help Bailey with her strong emotional distress, led him to answer her question by picking her up and putting her on his lap.
"Such a strong stallion!" She exclaimed. They shared a soft kiss, lips briefly touching each other in a chaste display of affection, Big Mac tasting the sweetness of his cousin's. Then Bailey lunged at Big Mac, kissing him harder, deeper, with a certain urgent need that she had never felt before. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, gently but demanding.
As they made out, Mac could feel himself starting to get hard. With her right hand, Bailey softly rubbed Mac's cock through his pants, a large bulge becoming visible. Bailey was getting hard herself, and while her skirt was long enough that it wasn't noticeable yet, her erection had already slipped out of her panties.
"Lemme take care of that for ya," she said, getting down and unzipping his pants. "Stand up, Mac, I can't do it in this angle," she told him. Big Mac stood up from the bed, until he was standing up in the middle of the small room. His cocked flopped out, erect but not standing at full mast. "Lemme just get these out of here," Bailey said, standing up briefly before pulling down her skirt, the garment falling to the floor, and she kicked it away. Big Mac saw her female erection for the first time. Her cock had shrunk significantly since their last escapade, although she still had two large testicles.
Bailey sat on her knees and started sucking Big Mac's cock. She put her mouth around his penis in an obscene 'O' shape, and started tracing circles around his flare with her tongue, while, with her right hand, she started pumping her own cock up and down. With her other free hand she massaged Big Mac's ballsack, rhythmically softly squeezing it and lightly pulling on it.
When Big Mac stood at full mast, Bailey Sweet looked up at him and said "I wanna try somethin' different, hun." She proceeded to go deeper and deeper, her tongue sticking out under his cock, covering it with saliva. Eventually, Mac was balls deep into her cousin's maw, sucking at a great pace. Big Mac grit his teeth.
"Bailey, I can't take it much longer..." He said, gasping.
Her ears twitched at hearing this, and she slowly pulled back, Big Mac's cock slowly coming out of her gullet covered with immense amounts of slobber. She got up, her erect cock touching Big Mac's, and whispered go on the bed, presenting her asshole to him.
"Then get on with it, stud," she told him in a playful tone with a wink.
Big Mac got on the bed, on top of Bailey Sweet. He bit on her ear for a bit, put both his hands on her decently sized breasts, squeezing them and earning a moan from her, before lining up his dick with Bailey's hole.
"I'm goin' in," he said to her in a low whisper.
Bailey Sweet felt her asshole spread, and they both moaned in unison. Once again felt that warm rod stuffing her, every thrust stretching her entrance. She felt tight, incredibly so, she seemed to wrap around his member and milk it, all the nerves in it firing off at once. With every thrust, he pushed further inside, very slowly as to give her enough time to adjust to his size. Eventually, his medial ring reached the entrance of her anus, and with a big push forwards, Big Mac got it inside, stretching Bailey even further, and her face contorted into a mixture of pain and pleasure. She squeezed her eyes shut and shouted in pleasure.
Big Mac could feel himself getting closer and closer, but he was determined to outlast his cousin, a task that became increasingly hard as he got deeper and deeper insider her. "I can't last much longer... Are ya close?"
Bailey Sweet moaned and replied with a throaty "Yeah..."
Hearing that, the red stallion picked up the pace, making Bailey scream a delightful howl. He could feel himself twitching, and buried himself balls deep inside Bailey's asshole. She screamed again, even louder, and Mac came harder than ever before, spurt after spurt of thick semen. Feeling her cousin's spunk painting her insides proved to be the last push needed, as Bailey's cock twitched, erect enough to touch her stomach, and ejaculated all over the sheet.
Big Mac relaxed, and stood on top of the trans mare for a while, his soft penis resting on her shapely buttocks. They breathed heavily together for a few minutes in silence, their bodies sweaty. Eventually, Bailey Sweet spoke up.
"Thanks for this, cuz. I haven't felt this good in... years, really."
"No problem, Sweet," he replied. "Ya know... If ya ever need a job or a place to stay, ya can always come to Ponyville to live with us at the farm."
"Thank ya kindly for the offer, Mac, but it won't be necessary. Things have been rough, and they'll probably continue to be rough for quite a while, but I can take care of them alright," she replied.
Big Mac looked apprehensively at her. "Alright, but if ya change your mind, the offer still stands."
They got up, picked up their clothes and got dressed. The atmosphere changed, as the inside of Bailey's room got hotter and stuffier, as they grew more and more silent. As he finished getting dressed, he went to the door and turned his back towards his cousin.
"Well... I guess this is goodbye, Mac."
"Yeah. I really enjoyed my time with you, Bailey. See ya around."
And with a wave goodbye, Mac left the apartment. He could not explain why, but he felt as though he would never see Bailey Sweet again.
