*Disclaimer - I do not own nor claim to own My Little Pony nor any and all things of the sort that are property of Hasbro.

*Double Disclaimer - Reading this fic may cause you to feel the need to poop. This is normal.

The early dawn tickled light at the scattering darkness. Light began to pour into the quaint little room of a certain large, red earth pony. Big Macintosh’s eyes fluttered open at the sudden intrusion of light. He rolled off of his bed and stumbled into his bathroom. Washing his face and mane a bit, Macintosh tried to make it a point these days to try and keep clean. After finishing he returned to his bedroom and donned his familiar harness. A quick adjusting on it and he trotted down the stairs. He passed right by the note he stuck to his calendar just the night before…

Odd morning, it struck him as he neared the end of the stairs. Granny Smith was not preparing the ritual breakfast, Apple Bloom was nowhere to be found and Applejack wasn’t laying out plans for the day on the kitchen table. Macintosh turned back around to his right and peeked into the sitting room to hopefully find Granny Smith, but to no avail. He went down the first floor hallway to Apple Bloom’s room only to see the door open and her gone. It clicked in his head that Applejack’s door was still closed. He trotted back down the hall and wheeled to run up the stairs when he heard a call behind him.

“Ah wouldn’t do that ya lump,” the old green mare chuckled as she shuffled in the front door.

“Granny! Where is everypony?” Macintosh raised an eyebrow.

“Oh horseapples, did ya forget what day today is?”

Macintosh contemplated for a second, Ah know there is somethin’ about t’day. A click happened inside his head as the cogs began to turn.

“Oh… Slipped mah mind is all,” Macintosh coughed.

“Well ya best be careful t’day. Ah already seen that dear Fluttershy circlin’ the orchards. Seems they’ve all timed it perfectly again,” Granny Smith huffed as she walked toward the rocker in the sitting room. “Applebloom is at her friend’s house for one of them thar…uh…Cutie-whats-it-calls-its…”

Suddenly, a door opened slowly upstairs, creaking way more than what should be possible. Hoofbeats that fell like iron bricks plodded down the hallway which then began to descend the stairs. Applejack appeared on the stairs and stopped halfway down when she saw her brother in the kitchen, Macintosh keeping his eyes on her the whole way.

“Well now don’t be assumin’ Ah gonna jump my own brother’s bones jus’ because we all seemed to hit season at once,” she grumbled, although instinct deep in her body was very close to betraying her own words.

“But Ah do ‘spose you should get on up outta here. Never know who’s gonna be comin’ ‘round today,” she continued as she grabbed an apple in her hoof off the table. “And considerin’ there ain’t but one stallion fer every ten mares in Ponyville…”

Applejack’s body was wracked in extreme agony. Her insides just felt, hungry. Her tail swished around nervously. She couldn’t stand still; instead her back end would sway side to side slightly all on its own.

“Ah dunno ‘bout that AJ,” Granny Smith started as she maintained an ever faithful momentum on her rocker in the other room, “Those flyin’ friends o’ yourn already been circlin’ this mornin’.”

“Who? Rainbow Dash?”

“Both of ‘em,” Granny added.

“Fluttershy must really have it bad then if she’s up and out lookin’,” Applejack shook her head.

A sharp, screeching sound started to penetrate the quiet farmhouse. Applejack knew the sound all too well and wheeled to her brother, “RUN YOU DOLT!”

No sooner than Macintosh had cleared the front door did none other than Rainbow Dash come crashing through the sitting room window. Rolling into her fall so as not to lose momentum, Dash was back onto her hooves and bolted after the big red stallion. Applejack followed closely in pursuit.

“They’re gonna hurt ‘im again like last year…” Granny Smith mumbled as she continued in her rocking chair, unfazed by Rainbow Dash’s destructive grand entrance and immediate stage exit.

Big Macintosh had already covered the distance to the barn by the time the blue pegasus took flight again. He twisted through the barn door, turned on a single hoof and locked the door’s flimsy little wind latch. He made for the heavy wooden beam he used for this time of year to place in the large holders on the doors. No sooner than he reached for it did that flimsy little lock be tested by the rainbow maned pegasus. Of course the test only lasted for about 0.00003 seconds before it failed. Macintosh went to build momentum to break out the other door, but his raw power was outdone by the speed carried by the little pegasus. She crashed into him, rolling them over both a few times before stopping on his back, her forehooves pinned on his chest.

“I. Go. First.” She punctuated each word with a thump of her hoof on his chest. Her face held a touch of crimson, a sign of her aroused state. Her voice was as sultry as he’d ever heard from her.

“Rainbow!” Applejack yelled as she finally came around the now shattered doors, “We can’t be doing this anymore!”

“Caramel,” Rainbow Dash looked back at her friend, with a seductive glare, “I saw him heading north of town on my way here. Odds are you can catch him and have him first if you leave now.”

“Rainbow! Ah told ya-wha-nopony’s…got him yet?” Applejack fumbled with her words.

Rainbow Dash just wiggled her eyebrows, and the only sign that Applejack had even been in the barn was her signature hat that had been left behind as its owner nearly broke the sound barrier herself.

Big Macintosh cleared his throat, “Ms. Dash, now, ya know Ah don’t mean to be rude or nothin’…” he began to wriggle himself out from underneath the pegasus. Her head swiftly made it to the side of his, her mouth loosely drew a bit of flesh from his neck into her teeth. Macintosh instantly froze, all muscles tensed.

Works like a charm, she chuckled to herself. She moved up his neck, nibbling at his coat up to his left ear. She felt him ever so slightly beginning to relax as she worked her ministrations. Normally when she’d begin to work on his ear though, he’d be all hers. But this time was different, he was still fairly tense. A mixture of anger, cunning, and lust all flashed across her gaze in an instant when she drew his eyes into hers.

“Oh no you don’t,” she whispered.

Macintosh never wanted to take advantage of anypony, especially any mare during season. But the stallion has his buttons and his limits. Rainbow Dash knew both all too well, as she had demonstrated the past couple of years. He tried to remain tense, holding himself from falling into that pool of ecstasy. Her teeth pulled at his coat on his neck and found themselves nibbling on the soft flesh of his ear. He let out a ragged sigh, not one of content, but also not of annoyance. He still squirmed a bit under her, trying with what little might remained inside him to get away and hide. He wretched a hoof free to push himself out with and almost made his escape, until she bit his ear, hard. He went still, but more relaxed, a glaze beginning to form over his eyes. She brought her face to his.

“I don’t know why you try and fight me, you’ll just lose,” she cooed. He’d almost formed a sentence to retaliate when her lips hit his, her tongue invading his mouth, the words he’d meant to say obliterated by the ferocious invader. Most ponies would have taken Macintosh as any other stallion when it came to intimacy, but very, very few ponies knew he was a sucker for a good kisser. Any tension that was in his body released, the battle lost. He lost himself in the sensation of the aggressive assault that was Rainbow Dash’s kiss. Her tongue rolled across his, tangling together. He began to respond, using his own tongue to fight back, taking the battle into her mouth. After a few more moments, his breaths started to become hot and short, his nostrils began to flare. She felt his coat growing warmer.

Bingo, she thought. She knew he wouldn’t last, but did note he put up more of a fight this year. She broke the kiss, happy with her work. His eyes were in a haze, ears laid back. Dash always made sure she knew how to pre-game. She lifted herself off of him, expecting him to finally give in. But that’s when she noticed she’d just been played. His eyes turned sharp again, and in one fluid motion he pushed her to the side and set himself up for a full gallop out of the broken barn door.

“HEY!” Rainbow Dash yelled as she tried to maintain her balance and worked to brace herself to take off after him.

"FREEDOM!" he shouted.

One more hoofstep and he would have been at full tilt. But as soon as that hoof hit the ground, what seemed to be like a buttery yellow and pink flash landed before him. Instead of propelling him forward, that hoof dug into the earth and tumbled him head over hoof until he was sitting on his rump before another pegasus. Her eyes froze him in place. Fluttershy’s eyes looked as if she’d finally snapped…again.

“I told you I would catch you my pretty…” her voice sent shivers down both Macintosh’s and Dash’s spines.

“Wha---What? No you didn’t…” it wasn’t so a much a statement as it was a stick to prod the fabric of what was happening before Macintosh. He backed himself up with his forelegs as she slowly approached him, her gaze keeping his eyes locked to hers.

“Now you’re mine…MINE!” she shouted as she spread her wings, one surprisingly strong flap and she was on top of him, the force of her tackle sent them tumbling into the door on the opposite side of the barn. If Rainbow Dash’s kiss was a roaring furnace, Fluttershy’s was a raging wildfire. But alas, it was short lived. A sudden flash of rainbow removed the assault off the red stallion.

“I. GO. FIRST!” Rainbow Dash grunted as she struggled to pin Fluttershy to the ground. Macintosh spent no more time watching the sudden deathmatch. He bucked the doors open and put everything he had into galloping away. He wasn’t the fastest pony in Equestria, but he could put a lead on just about all of them before they could catch him and pass him. He poured himself into his legs, feeling himself reach his top end quickly, the struggle behind him growing quieter as his hooves pounded dirt. A few paces later, he heard what he was rather sure to be an explosion, but he never looked back. He kept galloping as hard as he could, through the north orchards, bobbing and weaving between the trees. The north orchards stretch for a few miles, so when he came to the meadow at the end of the orchards he began to slow himself, allowing some air to begin to refresh his weary muscles.

He’d begun to catch his breath when a shadow passed him. Without sticking around to see who the owner was, he bolted onwards parallel with the woods on the west of the meadow. He ran for a place only himself and Applejack knew about. It took a bit of searching in the old woods, but he finally found it. But something wasn’t right. Their old clubhouse was all touched up and…girliefied…..

“Oh, hiya brother!” Macintosh nearly jumped out of his skin until his mind made the connection of the voice and who it came from. Little sister Applebloom. “Whatcha doin’ out here?”

“Oh…you know…just out for a stroll….” he coughed.

“Are ya alright? Ya look like ya dun seen a ghost or somethin’…” Applebloom wore a look of concern.

“S’alright. Say, you mind if I sit up in the old joint for a while? Been some time since I been in there.”

“Oh no, go right ahead! Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo should be here in a little bit, but I’m sure they won’t mind!” she beamed. The two went inside the small clubhouse, Macintosh barely fitting inside the doorway. Once inside, Macintosh rambled off about how he and Applejack had hashed out plans for grand adventures in that very spot, or how they would stay out late at night and tell ghost stories to each other, or how they would look at the stars. Or any number of other things they did. Applebloom listened in awe at history of the little clubhouse, poking questions here and there about what would happen once Macintosh left her with a cliffhanger. About half an hour passed before Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle arrived.

“Hi, Big Macintosh!” Sweetie Belle greeted, “What brings you out here?”

“Just tellin’ tales about the old place,” he chuckled.

“Really? Anything awesome?!” Scootaloo looked between the stallion and Applebloom.

“You betcha!” Applebloom recounted some of the more exciting highlights, egging her brother to retell them for her friends. After a few fits of laughter, sounds of awe and rounds of applause the three fillies decided it was time for an adventure of their own. They prodded Macintosh to come with them, but he kindly declined and wished to remain behind at the clubhouse.

“But don’t tell nopony you seen me out here,” he told them.

“Why?” Sweetie Belle asked, completely naïve and innocent.

“Just ‘cause. Say, I tell you what, if’n yall can keep quiet, I’ll give each of yall two WHOLE jars of Zap Apple Jam from the cellar,” he winked at them.

“ALRIGHT!” the three shouted in unison, and bolted out the door.

Macintosh breathed a sigh of relief. He looked out the window, the sun setting about three o’clock. And we got two more weeks of this…at minimum. He’d made it to day four last year. But as he was galloping away from Pinkie Pie through the west orchard, he plowed straight into a tree and knocked himself out for three days. However, he’d been secured in the Ponyville Hospital where he wouldn’t be “bothered.” He chuckled slightly at that thought. He began to reminisce about the few years that Applejack and her friends had become of age, and the few years before that when he’d become of age when the heat struck town. After all that’d happened to him, he’d never once been taken or used by any single mare. Big Macintosh was still a virgin.

Another small fit of chuckling overtook him. He lay on his back, relishing in his ability to keep heat-striken mares at bay. At least until he heard hoofsteps. He dashed suddenly over to the old flip panel he installed when he and pa built the clubhouse. Under it was a button with a bright red indicator above it that read ‘BATTLESTATIONS’. He smacked the button, but nothing happened. He hit it again and again with panic now striking him. Suddenly a metal panel fell out of its slot where it covered a window and rattled onto the ground.

“Oh so you ARE in there,” a singsong voice broke the silence. “Don’t worry Macintosh, I’m not here to ravage you. I am rather well in control of myself at this point, but would you let me in please? I would like to speak with you.” Macintosh recognized the voice. He slowly opened the door, keeping his weight behind it just in case. Confirmed, Applejack’s friend Rarity was outside.

“How may I help you?” Macintosh asked through the crack in the door.

“Well I just wanted to check up on you! Seeing as how fiercely this season has come on, I think just about every mare in Ponyville has asked or looked for you,” she smiled.

“Uh-huh,” he grunted, ready to shove the door shut. “Who tol’ you Ah was out here?”

“I happened across Applejack on my way to Sweet Apple Acres. In the midst of her blistering pace she mentioned I should check on you,” she smiled into the crack of the door. “When I found the barn in ruins and Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy weakly fighting each other I could only assume you’d come here.”

Macintosh conjured up an image of a crater where the barn would probably no longer be in existence. It caused him to grumble.

“How do you kno-“

“Sweetie Belle told me where this place was a few times. If ever I should have needed to find her.”

“Oh.”

A long silence passed before Rarity cleared her throat, “May I come in?”

Reluctantly, and most likely against his better judgment, Macintosh opened the door and stepped to the side to allow the white unicorn access. She had on a fashionable hat and her saddlebags.

“Actually I was hoping to have tea this morning with Applejack on the discussions for her to do some modeling for me. I am in need of such a toned pony such as herself as this client desires something comfortable, yet capable,” Rarity went about laying her hat down on the table and her saddlebags next to it with her magic.

“And seeing how she is currently, indisposed, for the time being,” she shuffled through her bags with her magic to pull out the tools and ingredients for her tea, “Would you care for some tea, Mr. Macintosh?”

“Normally Ah jus’ have water or coffee, but ‘spose if’n you offerin’ and all then...sure,” he nodded.

Rarity set about with making the tea. Macintosh cleared the table inside the little house and straightened up the chairs.

“Ah’m sorry if’n Ah seemed snappy with ya there at the door,” he said lowly.

“It’s no problem darling! I can only imagine the kinds of steps you have to take this time of year to avoid any kinds of...scandalous situations,” she grinned almost evilly behind him as she put a mysterious pink powder into his cup of tea. She about faced with a smile, holding a tray with the two cups of tea with her magic. They both sat at the table as she floated his glass of tea in front of him.

“To health!” Rarity cheered, Macintosh raising his glass. She watched as he down his glass with the utmost pleasure on her face.

Macintosh sighed, “Pretty good tea there, Miss Rarity. Is that…orange Ah’m getting’ a taste of?”

“Why yes! Yes it is! It’s a recipe dear Fluttershy gave to me some time ago. It’s for energy and virility!” she smiled.

Click. Macintosh was not a slow pony by any means. He was actually very well read, and knew exactly what that last word had meant in that context. By the time he’d gotten to form some way of responding, he’d began to kick himself for ignoring his gut feelings. He noticed the room was starting to blur together a bit and his face began to feel warm. Chemical warfare, he muttered in his head.

“Ah see how it is,” he wavered as he went to stand.

“Darling, as you should know you shouldn’t trust any mare during season. Me least of all,” she got up and walked to the door and locked all three locks.

“Ah… Ah don’t agree with this,” he started.

“I imagine your morality doesn’t. Not to worry though, as you will enjoy it soon enough,” she said as she eased him back down to the floor. “I myself will enjoy this thoroughly.”

“T’ain’t….T’ain’t right…” he began to lose himself in the heat that began to consume him.

“It is poetical though, how the mare entices the stallion to her bed…well figuratively anyway. And I must say that I would much like the title of taking you for your first time,” she stated triumphantly. She suddenly began humming some tune that rang in Macinotsh’s ears. He was now on the floor on his side, sweat began to cover his coat and his breaths became hot and ragged. Down below, he felt himself beginning to slide out of his sheath.

“T’ain’t right…” he let out between two sharp breaths. Rarity turned to face him, now wearing some form of lingerie that included a saddle and black lace. A brief moment allowed Macintosh to wonder why she would wear such, she was pretty enough as is.

“Oh hush now darling. Once the spell takes full hold you’ll be having fun soon enough,” she patted the side of his face with one of her forehooves. She turned to go back to whatever she was doing at the table, dragging her tail across his face.

…dat….dat flank… his mind began to say. He was rapidly losing control, much like when he drank a bit too much alcohol.

“Oh, I forgot to mention,” she turned her head back towards him, eyes narrowing deviously, “Twilight is going to be here as well.”

Now that was a low blow. Everypony in Equestria figured Macintosh and Fluttershy were to be together for all eternity and fill some sappy love story, but Macintosh disagreed. Now Fluttershy was a nice enough mare in his mind, but she wasn’t the apple of his eye, all puns aside. Rather it was Twilight Sparkle, the new librarian and protégé to the Princess of the Sun herself. The fact she was his sister’s friend also made things more complicated and harder to bear. He liked that mare, really liked her.

And now here he was, no more than a few minutes from ruttin’ her brains out. That weren’t proper in his mind; it hurt him on the inside to picture such a thing. His face turned sour, and Rarity noticed.

“Oh? So you do not like her?”

“Buck you,” Macintosh lashed out. “Ain’t your business.”

“Well well, so there is some nasty under all that country charm,” she giggled. Rarity enjoyed that thought. “And don’t worry, you will get your chance for some bucking my dear.”

Author's Note

First chapter of four or five.