Apples From The Orchard

by RoyalBardofCanterlot

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Fluttershy, Sex, Big Macintosh, Alternate Universe
Length: 5275

Fluttershy shows Big Mac how much she loves him.

There is an old custom, something that married Earth Ponies do for one another. Fluttershy finds out about it. (Title inspired by verse in the Song of Solomon.)

Published 2020-10-07 17:30:00 UTC
Last updated 2020-10-11 02:47:56 UTC

Chapter 1

As the light of the sun, guided by Celestia's magic, painted the field of apple trees in shades of orange and red, Big Mac trudged along to the barn. The harvest had been good this summer and the first fruits were laden over his back. His thick, taught muscles were drenched in sweat that fell down his brow and stung his eyes. He groaned, the baskets on his sides putting pressure on muscles that were already sore from the day's labour. The barn was coming into view and he trotted a little more quickly, eager to be done and put away the burden.

Fluttershy soared in the clear, blue sky, floating past clouds in that easy way of hers. The day had been a long one and while her labours did not usually make her sweat, she still felt a bone-deep weariness. Her little mouse patient had given her another scare. Something was wrong with his heart though she couldn't quite figure out what. If that wasn't enough, two squirrels had injured themselves in a fight over acorns. She had patched the both of them up and cajoled a promise out of them that they would stop their fighting. Then, there had been an...enlightening conversation with Pinkie Pie.

She hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. It was a, for lack of a better word, interesting concept. Not one she'd have thought of perhaps, but interesting all the same. She wondered why Big Mac had never mentioned such a thing to her. Surely, he realized she would do it? Perhaps, he didn't want to inconvenience her. Soaring over the line of apple trees that spilled down the hillside, she searched for her quarry. This time of day, Big Mac was walking towards the barn. Drawn to his scent, a pungent, earthy aroma mixed with the fruit he spent most of his days around, she fluttered closer just as he trotted into the barn. She perched into a tree, blushed as she watched him. Six months of being married to him and watching him still made her blush, the way his strong muscles stood out when he was working.

And that scent! It made her feathers stand on end and sent tingles up her spine. She longed for him so much she wondered if it was healthy. But there were times when communicating that was a problem. He was so shy and polite and so was she. Luckily, they both enjoyed cuddling and often those cuddle sessions in bed or on the couch turned into more and she would lay on her tummy and lift her tail in hopes he'd get the idea and he always did. Neither of them had ever asked for it and that had led to problems as there were times she wanted him, but he seemed busy or distant, thinking about something.

She didn't want to impose.

The scent of him made her head swim.

She wanted him.

He took one more trip into the barn, heaving a bucket onto his shoulders. Swooping down, she picked up one of the baskets. He smiled at her as she took it into the barn and followed her, setting down the last bucket. "Good evenin', Fluttershy."

She fluttered over and pressed her cheek against his. "Good evening. Has it been a rough day for you too?"

"Nothin' out of the ordinary. How about you?"

He settled down and leaned into her. She settled her head into his side. "I'm worried about a mouse and the squirrels were fighting. I got a promise for them to stop, but I don't know if they'll keep it." She shook her head. He nuzzled her ear and for a while they sat in companionable silence in a place beyond the need for words.

Crimson spread across her face at the thought of what Pinkie had told her. This was a sweet moment, she didn't want to say anything. She rubbed her cheek against his. "How was your day?"

"Just apple-buckin'. Fixed the door in Apple Bloom's bedroom."

"Are you tired?" She spread a wing over his back.

Drawn by her warmth, he nestled closer to her. "I am a little bit. I might rest a little bit afore supper. Were you gonna make something or did you wanna see what Granny and Applejack are making?"

"Hmm, we can see what they're doing, if it's alright with them."

"You know they always got a place at the table for us. We just gotta let'em know."

She shifted slightly when she felt him move, keeping her wing over his back (not that she could have impeded him had he truly wanted to go.) "Actually, I might make something. There's no need to leave just now."

Big Mac settled back down. "Well alright then. Fluttershy, is everything alright? I'm sure that mouse of yours will be fine. Don't know about the squirrels, but it seems they've been squabblin' for a long time."

"It's, um, not that." Her voice came out in a whisper. It was a bad idea, she shouldn't bring it up. Big Mac surely had his own reasons for not bringing it up. Assuming he even knew about it. Pinkie could be a little strange at times. Still, he seemed so tired. And he'd worked hard all day. There was appeal in the idea. After all, shouldn't a good wife take care of her hard-working husband?

(Especially if he was going to return the favor?)

Gathering up her courage, she cleared her throat, beginning to nuzzle him. Trotting around him, she sat back down and pressed her lips against his. He kissed back. Then, she kissed his neck, fluttering her lips down his throat, his collar bone, drizzling down little kisses on his chest, tasting the salty sweat. His eyes widened as she went lower and, at her urging, he stood up.

His stallion rod began to stiffen, growing so hard it was painful. The great head twitched as she slid under him. Her warm breath tickled his cock and he gasped. She pushed out her tongue, gave his tip an exploratory lick. He gasped, shuddered as she licked from the tip all the way down to his low-hanging fruit. She buried her muzzle in them, shivering at the male scent. This close to the source, the scent was even earthier and more pungent. It intoxicated her. Slowly, she licked all the way up, pressed her lips to Big Mac's throbbing hardness, feeling how it tickled her lips.

He was letting out little moans that were like music to her. Each moan he let out sent a little thrill of happiness through her. Enveloping his erection in her mouth, she slid further down. The great head throbbed in her mouth, tickling the roof of her mouth, making her cheeks bulge out. Reaching down, he ran his hoof through her mane, not pushing her down, only affectionately stroking the pink strands.

She bobbed up and down and suckled. Jolts of bliss started in his core and his breathing got huskier. She bobbed up and down, then came up again, breathing in his musk. She giggled. "You need a bath."

He smirked. "You gonna give me one?"

In answer, she drew her tongue from the tip of his fruit all the way up to the tip of his rod, long strokes to clean away all the sweat. She licked slowly, all the way up, tasting his salty skin until her tongue travelled all the way up to his tip. She went down his rod again, found herself able to get only halfway. Her cheeks bulged out and she could feel the warm hardness pulsating against her tongue. He caressed her head, guided her a little further down his shaft when he saw she was yielding to his touch.

She pulled back up again, stroked him again with her tongue. Big Mac's proud stallionhood was now so hard he was aching and he fought down the urge to pull her down.

Fluttershy took her time, kissing the tip again, tasting the salty precum. She kissed all the way around the girth, suckling his skin. Going slowly, teasingly slowly, she inched her way down again, pausing at the start of his shaft where she began to suckle.

A moan was torn from Big Mac's throat and the pleasure building in his core turned into white hot ecstasy and the seed of life escaped. Ropes of cum filled her mouth, the hot seed filling her mouth. She swallowed it down, some of it spilling on the floor. Big Mac moaned and gasped, spasms of delight making him shudder. Fluttershy pulled away, Big Mac going down on his belly and wrapping his neck around hers. "Hmm, I love you."

"I love you too." She rested against him.

"Uh, you ain't been talkin' to any older Earth Pony mares have you?"

She smiled. "Just Pinkie and I'm a year older than her." He kissed her ear. She giggled.

"So, you, uh, just feelin' randy?"

"Pinkie Pie asked me about whether I wanted to enter a carrot dog eating contest since I married an Earth Pony."

It took Big Mac a few moments before he figured out that implication. He frowned. "Leave it to her to make a crass joke about it."

Fluttershy shook her head. "It's her way. I'm curious as to why you didn't, um, why you didn't tell me about the custom. If you don't mind me asking." She looked away.

Big Mac smoothed down her rumpled mane. "Cause I didn't want you to think you had to. What you're talkin' about is an old custom. I don't know how old. That's how wives used to greet their husbands comin' in from the fields and how husbands would greet their wives. But it was never...Celestia forbid, it was never anything somepony had to do." He drew her into an embrace. "I wouldn't want these moments to become some kind of a chore."

She wrapped her wings around him. "But I like these moments. I love the way you feel when you're in me. I love the sounds you make. I love being with you. This could never be a chore to me." She looked away. "And sometimes, I've been wanting to, but, um..."

He lifted her chin. "What?"

Her gaze was still on the floor. "Sometimes, I've wanted you...y'know...that way. But I've been too shy to bother you."

His embrace on her tightened as he drew her closer. "Oh, Fluttershy. I could never be bothered by you wantin' some lovin'. And the truth is, uh, I might have been doin' the same thing."

Fluttershy giggled. "We've been very silly, haven't we? Maybe we should try talking about this."

A soft smile spread across his face and he leaned close to whisper in her ear. "Right now, I wanna kiss you in that space between your legs."

She squeaked and her face turned pink. "I would, I would like that very much."

"Get on your back, spread those pretty legs."

Fluttershy obeyed that strong, dominant voice. The tone sent tingles down to her hooves. Resting on the hay strewn floor, she spread her legs. Love dew dripped from the petals of her rose. He bent down and laid a kiss on her inner thigh, delighted in the cute squeak she made. He laid down another kiss, was rewarded with another cute squeak that the affection drew from his wife's lips. His kisses trailed down her inner thigh. She squirmed and he slid his hooves under her rump, squeezing and kneading the soft, yellow, rounded semi-globes.

She panted and wiggled while his lips journeyed down her thigh. He came closer and closer to her love button, but didn't press his lips there. Not yet. The journey of his lips brought him to her other thigh. He suckled the skin beneath her fur while rubbing her rump, smiled to hear the squeaks and moans she made. She spread her legs further, nearly begging him to partake of the juices that flowed from her femaleness.

He bent his head and drank of her overflowing chalice, circling her pussy with his tongue. A jolt of bliss ran up her while he hovered over her flower, laying a kiss on her. She squeaked more and shivered while he suckled her teat. The sudden sensation drew a moan from her throat and he trailed his tongue across her other teat, his tongue travelling down her belly.

"Please, Big Mac, please..."

His breath tickled her clit. "You want me ta what? Go on, say it."

Little gasps escaped her throat. He cradled her and left butterfly kisses along her sensitive flesh. "What was we just talkin' about?"

Her tail twitched. "Please, I need it!"

He came ever closer to her sacred center. "What do ya need?"

She grabbed his head and pressed him into her moist flower. He drank deeply while she whined, caught up in an ocean of delightful sensations. He ran his tongue up her mounds, still teasing her, taking delight in how she shivered and squirmed. The taste of her was like the sweetest fruit and he savored her, exploring each of her folds. HIs beloved was like a river, her juices spilling out on the barn floor. He drank deeply of the juices that flowed from her love tunnel and he went deeper inside of her.

Laying down, Fluttershy floated in a dream, tension she hadn't known she'd even been feeling vanishing, all of her muscles completely relaxing. A haze settled over her as her pleasures reached a crescendo. Big Mac continued to drink of her, suckling her clit.

Ecstasy washed over her and her grip on his head relaxed. "Oh...my..."

He chuckled and stood over her before laying on his side and holding her tight. She snuggled into his broad chest and he rubbed the space between her wings, nibbling at her feathers, making her giggle. They stayed that way for a long while, wrapped up in each other.

Author's Note

Fun drinking game: Take a shot for every dressed up sexual euphemism.

Edited Version

Author's Note

Decided to add more build-up/details. Let me know what you think.

Edited Version

As the light of the sun, guided by Celestia's magic, painted the field of apple trees in shades of orange and red, Big Mac trudged along to the barn. The harvest had been good this autumn and the first fruits were laden over his back. His thick, taught muscles were drenched in sweat that fell down his brow and stung his eyes. He groaned, the baskets on his sides putting pressure on muscles that were already sore from the day's labour. The barn was coming into view and he trotted a little more quickly, eager to be done and put away the burden.

Fluttershy soared in the clear, blue sky, floating past clouds in that easy way of hers. The day had been a long one and while her labours did not usually make her sweat, she still felt a bone-deep weariness. Her little mouse patient had given her another scare. Something was wrong with his heart though she couldn't quite figure out what. If that wasn't enough, two squirrels had injured themselves in a fight over acorns. She had patched the both of them up and cajoled a promise out of them that they would stop their fighting. Then, there had been an...enlightening conversation with Pinkie Pie.

She hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. It was a, for lack of a better word, interesting concept. Not one she'd have thought of perhaps, but interesting all the same. She wondered why Big Mac had never mentioned such a thing to her. Surely, he realized she would do it? Perhaps, he didn't want to inconvenience her. Soaring over the line of apple trees that spilled down the hillside, she searched for her quarry. This time of day, Big Mac was walking towards the barn. Drawn to his scent, a pungent, earthy aroma mixed with the fruit he spent most of his days around, she fluttered closer just as he trotted into the barn. She perched into a tree, blushed as she watched him. Six months of being married to him and watching him still made her blush, the way his strong muscles stood out when he was working.

And that scent! It was a scent of sweet apples and dirt and some undefinable masculine essence that made her feathers stand on end and sent tingles up her spine. She longed for him so much she wondered if it was healthy. But there were times when communicating that was a problem. He was so shy and polite and so was she. Luckily, they both enjoyed cuddling and often those cuddle sessions in bed or on the couch turned into more and she would lay on her tummy and lift her tail in hopes he'd get the idea and he always did. Neither of them had ever asked for it and that had led to problems as there were times she wanted him, but he seemed busy or distant, thinking about something.

She didn't want to impose.

The scent of him made her head swim.

She wanted him.

He took one more trip into the barn, heaving a bucket onto his shoulders. Swooping down, she picked up one of the baskets. He smiled at her as she took it into the barn and followed her, setting down the last bucket. "Good evenin', Fluttershy."

She fluttered over and pressed her cheek against his. "Good evening. Has it been a rough day for you too?"

"Nothin' out of the ordinary. How about you?"

He settled down and leaned into her. She settled her head into his side. "I'm worried about a mouse and the squirrels were fighting. I got a promise for them to stop, but I don't know if they'll keep it." She shook her head. He nuzzled her ear and for a while they sat in companionable silence in a place beyond the need for words.

Crimson spread across her face at the thought of what Pinkie had told her. This was a sweet moment, she didn't want to say anything. She rubbed her cheek against his. "How was your day?"

He returned the affection, nuzzling her. "Just apple-buckin'. Fixed the door in Apple Bloom's bedroom."

"Are you tired?" She spread a wing over his back, rubbing his sore muscles beneath her feathers, feeling as the knots in his back slowly melted away.

Drawn by her warmth, he nestled closer to her and rolled over onto his side, inviting her into his forelegs, an invitation she eagerly accepted, pressing her back into his chest. "I am a little bit. I might rest a little bit afore supper. Were you gonna make something or did you wanna see what Granny and Applejack are making?"

She shifted slightly curling up against him, her tail tangling up with his. "Hmm, we can see what they're doing, if it's alright with them."

"You know they always got a place at the table for us. We just gotta let'em know." He pushed his muzzle into her mane, gently kissed her neck and making her giggle.

She shifted slightly when she felt him move, keeping her wing over his back (not that she could have impeded him had he truly wanted to go.) "Actually, I might make something. There's no need to leave just now."

Big Mac settled back down. "Well alright then. Fluttershy, is everything alright? I'm sure that mouse of yours will be fine. Don't know about the squirrels, but it seems they've been squabblin' for a long time."

"It's, um, not that." Her voice came out in a whisper. It was a bad idea, she shouldn't bring it up. Big Mac surely had his own reasons for not bringing it up. Assuming he even knew about it. Pinkie could be a little strange at times. Still, he seemed so tired. And he'd worked hard all day. There was appeal in the idea. After all, shouldn't a good wife take care of her hard-working husband?

(Especially if he was going to return the favor?)

Gathering up her courage, she cleared her throat, beginning to nuzzle his cheek. Trotting around him, she sat back down and pressed her lips against his. He kissed back, wrapped his forelegs around her. Then, she kissed his neck, fluttering her lips down his throat, his collar bone, drizzling down little kisses on his chest, tasting the salty sweat. His eyes widened as she went lower and, at her urging, he stood up.

She lingered against his throat, taking in the scent of him, suckling his skin. He leaned down and nuzzled the top of her head, kissing her own ear. She leaned against him, left another kiss that made him shiver. Her lips lingered at the base of his collarbone as he leaned down to kiss the base of her ear, then pressed his lips to the ear itself, suckling slightly, sending tingles that made her weak at the knees and made her femaleness grow wet.

Her lips now moved even lower, exploring his broad chest, planting one kiss on his wide barrel and then another. He stroked her back, moaning in appreciation of his wife's skill with her mouth. She pressed one more kiss to his chest, stayed there for a few seconds, felt his heart beating beneath his sturdy, powerful ribcage. The rumbling of his heart fluttered against her lips. She moved down slightly lower, inching ever closer to unexplored territory. The scent of him grew stronger, delighting her senses, drawing her closer. Strands of her mane tickled his fur as she rubbed against him. A few of the strands tickled against his maleness and a great shuddering went through his core.

He wasn't sure what had gotten into her, but he liked it.

His stallion rod began to stiffen, growing so hard it was painful while her warm breath tickled his cock , bringing out a gasp. She pushed out her tongue, gave his tip an exploratory lick which made him gasp again, shudder as she licked from the tip all the way down to his low-hanging fruit. She buried her muzzle in them, shivering at the male scent. This close to the source, the scent was even earthier and more pungent, making her intoxicated. Slowly, she licked all the way up, pressed her lips to Big Mac's throbbing hardness, feeling how it tickled her lips, then embraced him within her lips.

He was letting out little moans that were like music to her, sending out little thrills of happiness with every sound of enjoyment that her ministrations brought. Enveloping his erection in her mouth, she slid further down. The great head throbbed in her mouth, tickling her roof, making her cheeks bulge out. Reaching down, he ran his hoof through her mane, not pushing her down, only affectionately stroking the pink strands.

She bobbed up and down and suckled. Jolts of bliss started in his core and his breathing got huskier. She bobbed up and down, then came up again, breathing in his musk. She giggled. "You need a bath."

He smirked. "You gonna give me one?"

In answer, she drew her tongue from the tip of his fruit all the way up to the tip of his rod, long strokes to clean away all the sweat. She licked slowly, all the way up, tasting his salty skin until her tongue travelled all the way up to his tip, playfully flicking at his slit. She went down his rod again, found herself able to get only halfway, so she went up again, bathing his rod with a kiss . Her cheeks bulged out and she could feel the warm hardness pulsating against her tongue. He caressed her head, guided her a little further down his shaft when he saw she was yielding to his touch.

She pulled back up again, stroked him again with her tongue. Big Mac's proud stallionhood was now so hard he was aching and he fought down the urge to pull her down.

Fluttershy took her time, kissing the tip again, tasting the salty precum. She kissed all the way around the girth, suckling his skin. Going slowly, teasingly slowly, she inched her way down again, pausing at the start of his shaft where she began to suckle, then went up and down, kissing the flare of his head and lingering there. His cock was glistening with her sweat and she held his cock in the embrace of her lips, trying to go a bit further down. She pulled all the way back up and panted. Wrapping her lips around the side of his cock, she started fluttering kisses down his maleness like she had done to his chest, little butterfly kisses, the barest meeting of her lips against the skin of his cock that was a pleasant fire to his sensitized nerves.

She drew her tongue around his shaft, moving to the other side of his cock, laid a kiss on the other side of his flare. The next kiss came a few inches down, she pressing her lips to his skin just below his tip, caressing his shaft with one more embrace of her lips against his most intimate place. His cock throbbed against her mouth and she slid along his rod, placing her mouth at his opening.

A moan was torn from Big Mac's throat and the pleasure building in his core turned into white hot ecstasy as the seed of life escaped. Ropes of cum filled her mouth, the hot seed filling her throat. She swallowed it down, some of it spilling on the floor. Big Mac moaned and gasped, spasms of delight making him shudder. Fluttershy pulled away, Big Mac going down on his belly and wrapping his neck around hers. "Hmm, I love you."

"I love you too." She rested against him.

"Uh, you ain't been talkin' to any older Earth Pony mares have you?"

She smiled. "Just Pinkie and I'm a year older than her." He kissed her ear. She giggled.

"So, you, uh, just feelin' randy?"

"Pinkie Pie asked me about whether I wanted to enter a carrot dog eating contest since I married an Earth Pony."

It took Big Mac a few moments before he figured out that implication. He frowned. "Leave it to her to make a crass joke about it."

Fluttershy shook her head. "It's her way. I'm curious as to why you didn't, um, why you didn't tell me about the custom. If you don't mind me asking." She looked away.

Big Mac smoothed down her rumpled mane. "Cause I didn't want you to think you had to. What you're talkin' about is an old custom. I don't know how old. That's how wives used to greet their husbands comin' in from the fields and how husbands would greet their wives. But it was never...Celestia forbid, it was never anything somepony had to do." He drew her into an embrace. "I wouldn't want these moments to become some kind of a chore."

She wrapped her wings around him. "But I like these moments. I love the way you feel when you're in me. I love the sounds you make. I love being with you. This could never be a chore to me." She looked away. "And sometimes, I've been wanting to, but, um..."

He lifted her chin. "What?"

Her gaze was still on the floor. "Sometimes, I've wanted you...y'know...that way. But I've been too shy to bother you."

His embrace on her tightened as he drew her closer. "Oh, Fluttershy. I could never be bothered by you wantin' some lovin'. And the truth is, uh, I might have been doin' the same thing. I didn't think ye'd want to anyway, especially not when I come in from the fields all sweaty."

Fluttershy's face crimsoned and she stroked his face. "Actually, it's those moments I want you the most. I admire how hard you work and I want to take care of you. To show you how much I love you." Big Mac smiled, though he looked away. She giggled. "We've been very silly, haven't we? Maybe we should try talking about this."

A soft smile spread across his face and he leaned close to whisper in her ear. "Right now, I wanna kiss you in that space between your legs."

She squeaked and her face turned pink. "I would, I would like that very much."

"Get on your back, spread those pretty legs."

Fluttershy obeyed that strong, dominant voice. The tone sent tingles down to her hooves. Resting on the hay strewn floor, she spread her legs. Love dew dripped from the petals of her rose. He bent down and laid a kiss on her inner thigh, delighted in the cute squeak she made. He laid down another kiss, was rewarded with another cute squeak that the affection drew from his wife's lips. His kisses trailed down her inner thigh. She squirmed and he slid his hooves under her rump, squeezing and kneading the soft, yellow, rounded semi-globes.

She panted and wiggled while his lips journeyed down her thigh. He came closer and closer to her love button, but didn't press his lips there. Not yet. The journey of his lips brought him to her other thigh. He suckled the skin beneath her fur while rubbing her rump, smiled to hear the squeaks and moans she made. She spread her legs further, nearly begging him to partake of the juices that flowed from her femaleness.

He bent his head and drank of her overflowing chalice, circling her pussy with his tongue. A jolt of bliss ran up her while he hovered over her flower, laying a kiss on her. She squeaked more and shivered while he suckled her teat. The sudden sensation drew a moan from her throat and he trailed his tongue across her other teat, his tongue travelling down her belly.

"Please, Big Mac, please..."

His breath tickled her clit. "You want me ta what? Go on, say it."

Little gasps escaped her throat. He cradled her and left butterfly kisses along her sensitive flesh. "What was we just talkin' about?"

Her tail twitched. "Please, I need it!"

He came ever closer to her sacred center. "What do ya need?"

She grabbed his head and pressed him into her moist flower. He drank deeply while she whined, caught up in an ocean of delightful sensations. He ran his tongue up her mounds, still teasing her, taking delight in how she shivered and squirmed. The taste of her was like the sweetest fruit and he savored her, exploring each of her folds. HIs beloved was like a river, her juices spilling out on the barn floor. He drank deeply of the juices that flowed from her love tunnel and he went deeper inside of her.

Laying down, Fluttershy floated in a dream, tension she hadn't known she'd even been feeling vanishing, all of her muscles completely relaxing. A haze settled over her as her pleasures reached a crescendo. Big Mac continued to drink of her, suckling her clit.

Ecstasy washed over her and her grip on his head relaxed. "Oh...my..."

He chuckled and stood over her before laying on his side and holding her tight. She snuggled into his broad chest and he rubbed the space between her wings, nibbling at her feathers, making her giggle. They stayed that way for a long while, wrapped up in each other.