Big Macintosh can't believe his luck, and neither can you. In his eyes, you're an alien goddess bewitching him with your feminine charms, especially your interesting background on what he calls "that other blue planet". The whirlwind romance between you two has taken you to all parts of Equestria both fancy and simple, with his old-fashioned ways and deep tenderness unlocking something inside of your heart.

Now, with all of the chores done on the Apple farm, you've invited him to a simple hotel room just a stone's throw away from Twilight's library. The moon is full, the candles are lit, the air is filled with sweet cinnamon goodness, and you feel ready for some good 'country comfort'. Still, though, you wonder about the realism of the expectations that you both have...

This is a sequel to my previous fic 'A Realistic Note About Compatibility', and the chapter title is a reference to a song by the Bloodhound Gang. This fic is also dedicated to Bronystories. Thanks for reading.