Drinks of that sort can do funny things to a pony's mind. Especially when one has no sense of control and tries to keep up with Berry Punch. So it was that he stood in a packed field. Every inch of space, had a pony, an Apple. They watched him with concerned, judging, looks.

"Ya almost took a step too far." Applejack was there, among the infinite Apples. "Glad ya managed to 'void that."

"Sis?" He stepped towards her, but she was gone, lost to that sea of Apples.

"This ain't supposed to happen." A mare stepped from the crowd, confused.

Big Mac knew her instantly. "Orchard Blossom!"

"Y-yup..." She rubbed at the side of her face. "What'd you do? We're not supposed to be lookin' at each other."

Big Mac closed with her, the crowd flowing around him to reach her. "How... Um... I mighta had a few drinks?"

"A few?" challenged Blossom with a raised brow. "Gonna guess more than a sip."

Big Mac wasn't thinking about the impossibility of it all, not when there was a Blossom to inspect and touch. "Cut that out," she squeaked. "Ah thought we were siblings."

"Sorry." He shrank at her accusing words. "Just curious... Um..."

"Well, don't think 'bout it." She snorted and cracked a smile. "Thought ah was the randy one. Um, still... We ain't supposed to be awake at the same time, but here we are."

"Here we are." Big Mac looked around at the countless Apples. "Wit' company."

"Even more reason fer not gettin' strange," argued Blossom. "Well, here we are. Whattaya want to do?"

Big Mac sat down and offered a hoof. "Ah wanna talk, face to face."

Blossom sank across from him with a little smile. "Now there's a thought ah can agree with. Huh, does this mean you were right?"

"Can't rightly say." Big Mac tapped at his chin. "Ah had the thought, and this is mah head, ah think... Maybe if I was thinkin' different, we'd be one pony right now."

"Well, then I'll be glad ya didn't go an' have that thought then." She poked him in the chest. "Ah like bein' mah own pony, thank ya kindly."

Big Mac inclined his head left, looking over Blossom from the new angle. "Still powerful odd, ya knowin' everythin' ah know an' all."

"But ah ain't you," concluded Blossom. "Is this gonna throw off mah sleep? Got kinda used to that bein' pretty steady. You bein' awake means ah was gettin' plenty ah shut eye. Ya don't see me messin' up yer naps."

Big Mac colored in his cheeks, rubbing one of them. "Sorry..." He looked off at the infinite Apples. "This is... Can we go somewhere else?"

"Sure." And they were, floating on a cloud that Big Mac fell through. "Oops." They were on a mountain top, Big Mac falling into the snow with a thump. "There we go. Better?"

Big Mac sat up in the snow, shaking it off with a scowl at his dream sister. "A little warnin' woulda been nice!" He climbed up out of the snow and found a better place to sit on a rock. "But it is better... thanks." He puffed out some steam into the air. "Still, now that we're 'lone, but together, gotta question."

"Shoot." Blossom smirked at the mild discomfort her brother was having. "What's on yer mind? Fer once, I don't know already."

"Ya got questions 'bout me?" He curled a hoof on himself. "Ah got a dozen and a half 'bout you."

"Um... Not specific." Blossom shrugged softly. "Ah remember all of ya. Ah grew up as ya, remember? I know what it's like to be an awkward colt, then a stallion... then a mare, then a princess. What a trip. You were there." She poked him gently. "Silly pony."

"Yeah... So... If ya know all that." Big Mac waved and a new pony appeared, falling an inch into the snow. "Why are ya so happy 'bout him?"

"I say?" Fancy Pants was there, but just a figment, barely present, mostly just standing there.

Unlike Orchard Blossom, who turned an ear on her would-be lover. "Is it that hard to 'magine? Ah... Ah got the parts, brother! He's a handsome stallion, and nice, and also rich. Kinda got it all if ya think 'bout it. An', to finish it off, he likes me, an' he likes Sugar Belle."

"None of that means... That don't 'xplain it!" He huffed, stomping in place. "The idea of lettin' another stallion hop up on me ain't something ah'm used to."

"Because you ain't a mare," taunted Blossom. "But y'are. You've felt it."

"N-no... No ah ain't... You... didn't do that yet."

"Lies." Blossom crossed her arms with a huff. "Played with Sugar Belle."

"That ain't the same!" He stood up, frowning at Blossom. "I've played with Sugar Belle too, ain't no complaints there. I have not played with any stallions." He waved at the false Fancy Pants.

Blossom shrugged. "So, maybe it's time to give it a try? Ya won't know if it's good er not 'till ya do."

Big Mac fell back into the snow, which melted with how hot his dream blushes were. "W-what?! That... Look, fer one, that... That'd hurt!"

Blossom arched a brow at her brother. "Huh, bet most mares think that, at first."

"Yer a mare!" He huffed, crossing his arms.

"Sure are, but did ya forget Sugar Belle's first time?"

Big Mac went still, thinking back to that special time. "She... was awful nervous."

"So were you, that first time." That it hadn't been Sugar Belle, Blossom didn't bother to grind in. "So what'd you do?" As if she didn't already know. "How'd you handle it?"

"Um, well." He wriggled a bit, thinking back on it. "We took it slow... careful like... Both times. We, um..."

"Ah'll be doin' the same thin'." Blossom draped over Fancy Pants as Fleur had done many times. "Nice an' slow, learn what works and what don't. Now, lemme put it another way."

"Why're ya so confident!" Big Mac shouted at her with a frown. "Like nothin' scares ya."

"That ain't true." She folded her arms, still propped on Fancy Pants. "But ah'm willin' to keep goin' even when ah am. As ah was sayin', another way."

Big Mac sank to his haunches. "Another way?"

"If it hurt so bad, why would so many ponies bother with it?" There was nothing but quiet. "Wouldn't be logical much, now would it?" But still, quiet. "What? Don't agree?" Blossom slipped down to her own hooves. "Ponies do things 'cause they like it, or they gotta. Ain't no pony got to do that. So it's gotta be somethin' they like. Why else would they do it?"

Big Mac considered that with a hum, breaking his quiet on the matter. "I hate that ya might have a little point there."

"Ah usually do." She went up to her brother Big Mac, smiling at him. "Now, if we're stuck together, ah'd rather ya got along with mah boyfriend." She pointed to Fancy Pants. "So... when you're ready, you come and tell him yer scared. Jus' be honest 'bout it. You think he won't take it easy?" She looped back to Fancy's side, patting it. "Look at 'em! Ya know he's a proper pony. He would hate the idea of hurting somepony. If he offers to do that, it means he don't plan on it hurtin', or he wouldn't do it."

"Ain't 'proper' to go hurtin' yer +1s..." mused Big Mac, rubbing his hooves together. "What if he's hopin' ah'll be the one on top?"

"Well, then y'ain't gonna be hurt! Pretty sure you like it when that goes inside a pony."

Big Mac's blush grew uncomfortably. "Never had it in a pony like that!"

"Then you'll take it slow. Pretty sure he'd appreciate it, 'till ya both got it figured out." Blossom reached out to tap him on the head. "By the way, how ya feelin'? Ya gonna have a big headache after this? What were ya thinkin', drinkin' like that?"

"Maybe." Big Mac put a hoof to his head. It wasn't pounding, but he also wasn't awake. How it'd feel after that changed, he couldn't say for sure. "That was dumb..."

"Ayup." Blossom smirked faintly. "But ya had some fun, eh?"

"Guess so." Big Mac stood up fully. "Ain't gonna make that a habit... Sis, uh, other sis. Applejack, she said ah aughta find myself."

"Well, ya done found me." She curled a hoof at herself. "That count?"

"You always count." He closed with Blossom and they embraced in a moment of sibling solidarity. "Sorry... Ah gotta be pullin' ya down. You got most of yer thin's sorted, but here ah am."

"Don't be like that." Blossom put a hoof on his nose, rubbing gently. "You take the time and figure it out." She angled her head at the still Fancy Pants. "An' come visit! That's an order. He was in love with you before he ever met me."

Big Mac circled Blossom on the rocky mountain top. The snow that had been there, melted in the exchange between them. "I can't go visitin' you, 'least not while yer awake. We got this." He waved his hooves away, just to snort. "Thought just hit me... makes sense in a way this came out."

"What way's that?" Blossom turned to keep Big Mac in front of her. "Share."

"We were introduced in a dream." Big Mac waved out over the mountains. "You were born from one. And we meet... at last, inside one. Luna's been involved at every step of the way, if ya think 'bout it."

"Brother, you just came up with a great idea." She rubbed her hooves together. "Since we know it's possible, ah bet if we asked Luna real nice, we could meet again, when you weren't too drunk to be awake."

"We should be powerful careful wit' that idea." Big Mac strolled to the edge of the cliff to peer out over the long wide of Equestria. "We both need our sleep. We both got days, or nights, to live."

"Once in a while though," she sang, coming up aside Big Mac. "It's nice to know we can do it. Powerful sad havin' a sib ah can't ever say hi to!"

"True... True." He put an arm over Blossom, drawing her closer. "It's nice... talkin' to ya proper. Even if ah do have a powerful bad headache, ya made it worthwhile."

"Aw." She returned the squeeze. "Right back atcha! Though I shouldn't be lookin' forward to any pains after this is done." A new thought came to her. "Hey! Ah was sleepin'... Do I wake up... How's this gonna work?!"

"I don't rightly know..." Big Mag let go of Blossom to turn in place. "Don't even know how to wake up." He looked back to Blossom. "Ya came from a dream. Ya know how to wake up?"

"No..." She curled a wing over Big Mac and they were somewhere else, in a dark room. "There ah am." She pointed to her slumbering form on the bed. "Doin' what ah'm supposed to be doin', unlike my brother!"

Big Mac inclined his head. "Huh! I saw the other way around..." He could remember Blossom looking at his sleeping form, but he never had the chance to return the favor, really. He orbited her bed curiously. "Well, we need to get to where ah'm sleepin' an wake me up, since ah should be awake. That's the problem."

"Well that ain't easy." Blossom reared up to thrust her hooves at her hips. "Yer all drunk! May I repeat that you shouldn't ever be drinkin' nothing more strong than some apple cider ever 'gain?!"

Having a sister was a blessing... and a curse. "Right... Can ya find me? Um, literal like? If we can find where ah'm passed out, maybe we can do somethin'."

"Ah can try... Do ya..." She trailed off there. "That's a dumb question. If you remembered, ah'd remember." They were having seperate experiences there, in the dream world, but the time before it and, one assumed, the time after it would return to a shared place. "Right, hm..."

Author's Note

Surprise! Big Mac spends time with a mare. It isn't the mare I suggested. <3 But it does mean he awoke somewhere new.

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