Big Mac's Big Game

by RisingMoon336

Rating: mature
Tags: Big Macintosh, Random, Human, Main 6, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy
Length: 3842

Applejack and her friends catch Macintosh with three women. After the party at the house ends, the "Real" party at the barn begins. "If you decide to dislike, tell me why so I can get better at story telling^^ (Rated mature for. . . Th

Applejack and her friends catch Macintosh with three women. After the party at the house ends, the "Real" party at the barn begins. (Rated mature for. . . Things)

Published 2013-01-18 08:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-01-18 08:20:01 UTC

The Real party

The warm breeze of the night wafted gently across the grassy fields of Sweet Apple Acres. The tree leaves danced happily in rhythm to the hypnotizing melody of the wind. The warming glow of the oil lanterns brought a genuine sense of comfort and loving embrace as it beckoned the happy townsfolk forward with their warm glow while it brightened their path down the dusty, dirt road. Twilight and her friends were leaving the Apple family house; the memories of the party that just ended, kept alive by the joyous laughter and lively conversation as an elderly woman waved them off before slowly signaling a young girl and her friends inside before turning back inside and turning the lights off.

"Awwww, poo. I wish the party never had to end!" Pinkie Pie whined as she bounced down the dirt road. To which Rarity only seemed agitated by such a callous statement from the cotton candy colored tornado.

"Pinkie dear. You broke Granny Smith's rocking chair, ate all of the food, put two holes in the walls, cartwheel kicked some girl, aaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnd you're not even listening are you?"
Rarity stopped cold in her attempt to reason with her friend as the little voice in the back of her mind told her to just drop it. Drop it because Pinkie wasn’t listening, and because her response would force Rarity one step closer her inevitable lethal aneurism at 40, but even still some small part of her was hopeful that Pinkie may have heard her. Not just hear her words but actually consider how her actions and choices were leading to not only diabetes, but a hospital bill and jail time because of an assault and battery charge. Even though Pinkie looked as though she was lost in her own little world of candy colored ponies as she still danced and bounced to the beat of the music of the records that were only playing in her head.

"Oh Rarity! Everybody knows that LASAGNA is the preferred food of cats, Silly!"
The muscle under her left eye forced it to twitch slightly, and with the little voice in her mind mocking her in triumph; Rarity snapped her mouth closed and began taking her aggression out on her poor, abused teeth by gnashing them furiously as she stomped away Pinkie and down towards Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash. She had a rather unique build to her. Despite spending most of her life eating pure junk food, her teeth were as polished ivory and genetics as well as Celestia herself it would seem, certainly looked kindly upon the pink party girl, for all of the fatty sugars she managed to consume like a black hole went about proving every self-conscious girl. . . And Rarity wrong. Her pink tee shirt failed miserably at trying to keep her large, perky, breasts under control as they bounced up and down in rhythm with her cotton candy like hair. With every bounce one could see that each glorious globe of covered flesh was almost as large as her head. Her waist may not have been slender, but it wasn’t round either. It was solid all the way down and was connected to her short, pink skirt which flipped up far too often to reveal her wide hips and large, round rump in bright blue panties in clear vision for others, and whether she was even aware of it or not, she flaunted large bouncing butt shamelessly for all to see, much to the dismay of two younger boys, who happened to look at the wrong time and slammed face first into and apple tree due to their brief and mesmerizing glimpse of heaven.

Much to the dismay of the more culturally refined Rarity, who was rubbing the sides of her head as she made distance from herself and Pinkie Pie. She wore a long white dress, adorned with a jeweled necklace and diamond earrings, blue eyeliner, ruby lipstick, with stark white dress gloves, that reached up to her elbows. On her feet were a pair of crystal heels, and on her fore head was a birthmark in the shape of a six-point star to signify her attunement and ability to use magic. Her body was the archetype tapestry of hard work, painfully dull diet, and mental stick-to-itiveness. Resulting in wide hips, a slender waist, and breasts that fell short of Pinky's by only one or two bra sizes. Her hair however left the competition in the dust; her elegant royal purple hair was always silky, soft to the touch, and required almost no work to maintain despite how religiously she brushed it.

Next in line was Twilight Sparkle and Applejack as Rarity stormed past them. Twilight Was busy talking about her studies and how she was going to impress Celestia with her notes and research to Applejack who nodded along with a bored expression, seemingly preoccupied with other things. She wore a purple sweater vest with a long sleeve button up dress shirt, a purple knee length plated skirt and white stockings, ending in brown school shoes that were given to her as a gift by Celestia on her first day of studying magic under her, and even though her feet were cramped and probably misshapen after the years, she still wore them every day. Perhaps in some borderline psychotic stalker's attempt to win her teacher's affection. Like Rarity, she too possessed the same birthmark on her forehead, and yet unlike Rarity, her build was not quite the same spectacle. Her breasts were a fine C cup and her hips were reasonably sized but her small reading glasses, waist long hair, Canterlot born status, and incredible grasp of magic more than made up for it. Then on her back was her little assistant Spike, fast asleep. He wore a purple and green hoodie which complimented his green eyes and spiked hair wonderfully. He had a single piercing in his ear, and wore a pair of baggy blue jeans with black and white skateboard shoes. He gently snored as his scaly tail dangled uselessly behind him.

The ever seemingly distant Applejack tuned out the world around her as her vision constantly strayed away from the road ahead, and towards the upcoming rickety family barn; the cellar on the side particularly called her attention. Her trademark dusty, Stetson hat planted firmly on her dirty blond hair. She stood as the tallest out of the gang, edging out Fluttershy by just two inches. Her skin was a fine tan, and only a few freckles on her cheeks. She wore a plaid button up tee and jean shorts with a large leather belt, and you guessed it. . . a pair of cowboy boots. Her build certainly was by far the most interesting out of her friends. Despite her obvious muscular projection, like biceps, calves, shoulders, and even Abs, her rump was rather large and round. Her hips were by far the largest out of her friends and her breasts were about the size of Rarity's, and yet put no considerable strain on her small plaid shirt because she always had two of the buttons undone.

"And I was like, yeah their all natural!"
Said was the always impulsive and resident daredevil, Rainbow Dash as she displayed her large blue wings and nudged her socially awkward friend, Fluttershy. She wore a cyan tank top with matching bike shorts, each with a rainbow pattern down the sides. Her rainbow colored hair was a little shorter than shoulder length and was easy to keep out of the way. Her frame was nothing to oogle at but rather something to be respected. Her body was compact and while not built, it was certainly lean. Every muscle was well defined and her tanned skin from constant sun complimented her body flawlessly. She was a natural athlete, and probably one of the fastest flyers and long distance runners in all of Equestria. Her blue wings were certainly a far cry larger than anyone one else around. She still held the record for long distance junior runner in history and was working diligently for the senior record which was currently held by her idol, Spitfire of the Wonderbolts. She was the shortest of the bunch, and even if it was only by two inches. It was only the first of many on the arm length rap sheet of personal issues she had, and it didn't help that she lacked the more feminine qualities of her friends. Especially Fluttershy, who she would steal glances of envy at when she wasn't paying attention. Lastly, but not surprisingly bringing up the rear was the ever shy and quiet Fluttershy.

Oh, if the source of Rainbow Dash's jealousy had a life and form; it was Fluttershy. Not just Rainbow; all of the girls envied her beauty. Her body was crafted from rosy pink marble. Even though she hid her soft lips and huge eyes behind her long pink hair due to her crippling fear of attention. Her body however, betrayed her and did nothing to help her social anxiety, as she was the perfect oversized hourglass shape. Her rump and especially her breasts far outshined the others. Even Pinkie Pie's party balloons were humbled by Fluttershy's truly monstrous milk mountains. Each one of her titanic chest pillows was easily larger than her head. So large in fact, she was told by store clerks that they didn't have any bras that fit her and she was forced to shamefully buy custom made plus size bras over the internet, and to make it worse she tried to hide her amazing body, by covering herself with a long yellow turtle neck sweater, and even still, the cotton fibers were stretched taught to the tearing point by her abnormally large breasts. They jiggled and bounced up with each step. Her breaths were sharp and quick, as she constantly had to go to the spa and hospital for back pain treatment. She would constantly panic to the others as to why she had trouble breathing when she slept or back strain; her friends would merely stare blankly at her in genuine disbelief as to how she still hadn’t put two and two together at this point in her life. Her yellow wings however were a lot smaller than Rainbow Dash's, much to Rainbow's comfort. She bore wide child bearing hips, and while not as wide as Applejack's, they were far more shapely and covered by a soft pink skirt that reached down past her knees and nearly to her feet. Lastly she lacked socks and wore no more on her dainty feet than a pair of sandals.

"And then I smacked his hand and said look with your eyes!"
Rainbow laughed in delight. Fluttershy giggled at Rainbow's jokes to be nice even though she never cared for comedy at another's expense or sexual humor, Rarity on the other hand who had at this point inserted herself into the conversation, put up a front, and turning her head up and away with a textbook *humph*, acted as though she was not interested in the vulgarity even though her ears were completely tuned in and she was laughing to tears on the inside. Twilight and Applejack pulled ahead and lead the pack now that Pinkie Pie had strayed away from the dirt road and was now dancing in and out of the darkness of the apple trees. Twilight continued coasting and gassing on about her new studies in the field of cultural anthropology and its relationship with. . . Some long since dead race of half-pony people that died out due to the discovery of some pickle depression with blah blah blah. . . Or at least that's what Applejack heard from it who half-heartedly replied with

"Yesser, that’s whatever it is yer talkin bout for ya."
She said in a distant manner and making no attempt to hide her wandering thoughts that she made no effort to hide because of course, Twilight ignored and continued to rant on as she was clearly too enthralled by her own intelligence and achievement to notice. Yes, it seemed no one noticed how Applejack was acting; they just continued slowly moseying along, and enjoying their own conversations. That is until Applejack felt an arm wrap around her neck and pulled her down, and successfully breaking her from her trance.

"So Applejack, I noticed that your brother was hanging out at the house earlier, and then disappeared into thin air." Rainbow asked inquisitively.

"I know what happened!" Pinkie chimed in, causing all of her friends to jump except Twilight who continued to rant, as she appeared on Rainbow's right. "I saw him leave the house with a very giddy Cheerilee, Dr. Colgate, and Vinyl Scratch." Rarity stopped dead in her tracks as her head jerked upwards in slight panic.

"Dr. Colgate?" she mumbled as the color drained from her face.

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"Now remember Rarity, you need to learn better ways to release you're frustrations. I can't stress enough that your teeth can't handle the constant grinding." Colgate stated sternly as she removed her tools from Rarity's mouth and placed them in a sterile sink and placed the suction hose in her mouth as she used her free hand to spray her mouth with the little water hose. "If you keep gnashing your teeth, I'm going to have to put crowns on them, and if it gets any worse, I may have to put braces on to keep any teeth from being displaced or crooked." She said coldly from behind her mask.
"Croooogs Brrrrrrages?" Rarity gargled with wide eyes.

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Rarity slowly reached on hand up over her mouth,

"OH REALLY!? Anything we should know about Applejack?" Rainbow nudged Applejack with an impish smile as she waggled her eyebrows. Applejack began to sweat, as Rainbow's words caught everyone's attention. Twilight; who stopped her vicious assassination attempt on the air and silence tuned in with interest. Even Fluttershy; the one with the moral hold as tight a Mexican luchador's scorpion lock, couldn’t help but listen up upon hearing about the prodigal son of the Apples, escorting not one or two, but three women to the barn for some secret reason.

"Oh. . . my.." She said with a squeak as her face turned bright pink. Applejack on the other hand began to sweat harder and panic; her eyes darting around as her friends began to crowd and probe her with questions.

"Is he really that good?" Pinkie asked giddily and shamelessly as she tugged on Applejack's arm with almost too much enthusiasm, causing Fluttershy to bush a slightly deeper shade of red, as she trailed slightly behind the mass of girls ahead of her. As this juicy gossip about Applejack's brother drifted out and penetrated the ears of Rarity who stood paralyzed in the road, she snapped back to reality and with an almost hungry look in her eyes, dashed back up to her friends at a full sprint, and in heels no less.

"H. . . How would ah know anything bout that?" Applejack asked shakily as she tried to pull away, and trying to avoid eye contact only to get blocked off by Rarity who began pulling her other arm.

"Is it true what they say about country boys?" Rarity asked devilishly. Fluttershy's head jerked towards Rarity. She may be shy but she knew what innuendo was, and it caused her blush to deepen.

"Three women? I have to admit Applejack. Your brother sounds like he's quite virile for his young age." Twilight stated scientifically as she walked backwards while slightly ahead of her friends.

"Qui. . . Quite Virile?" Fluttershy asked, her breaths becoming sharper and more frequent, as Applejack tried to squirm her way to freedom and avoid her friends probing brother investigation, only to feel a weight land on her back and a pair of arms wrap around her neck.

"If he's taking care of three girls at once, does that mean he doesn’t have a girlfriend?" Rainbow whispered in her ear. "Or does he, and it’s an open relationship?" Applejacks eyes opened wider in fear as her struggling became more frantic.

"Any chance he'd be willing to volunteer to be a research subject for abnormal levels of testosterone?" Twilight asked excitedly. Applejack tried to stop walking, but found it impossible as she was now being pulled forward by Rarity and Pinkie Pie.

"List. . .Listen gals! He. . . He ain't that kind ah guy!" Applejack managed to gasp with Rainbow around her neck.

"Matter of fact, wasn’t your absolute dish of a brother seen escorting four ladies here from town last week?" Rarity asked as she licked her lips. Fluttershy's jaw dropped at the perverse thought of it.

"Lets hear about that girlfriend!" Rainbow shouted as she pulled.

"What are his rates!?" Pinkie Pie shouted with a smile as she tugged intently.

"Rates! How naughty!" Rarity chimed as she bit her index finger. "I didn't know he was that cheeky!"

"Macintosh ain't no man whore!" Applejack shouted.

"Does that mean I can pay him to be a research subject?" Twilight asked surprised as she lifted a scalpel with one free hand.

"What!?" Applejack shrieked as she tried to process Twilights intent with the metal instrument.

"Come on!" Pinkie Yanked.

"Tell us!" Rainbow pulled.

"How many girls can he take at once!?" Rarity asked excitedly.

"Where do I make the transaction for his service?" Twilight asked inquisitively. All the while, Fluttershy looked as though she was having a stroke as her head darted around wildly as her face had turned blood red, and began to lose her balance.

"HE AIN'T LIKE THAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Applejack screamed as loud as she could as she tossed her friends off like ragdolls. Fluttershy and Twilight jumped back in terror. At that moment, Spike's eyes opened. He crawled up on Twilight's head and surveyed the situation. He looked at Rarity, in the grass, Rainbow in the dirt, Pinkie Pie up against the fence, fluttershy and Twilight in shock, and Applejack seeing red. After about two minutes of processing the information around him, he merely crawled back down and went back to sleep; washing his hands of the weirdness that he knew would ensue, and dived back into his pleasant dreamland as the others got up and dusted themselves off. "Now listen good." Applejack Fumed. "Mah brother aint no Whore! He ain't got rates! And He ain't certainly Plowin the fields of any number of girls that hove inta his line ah vision!"

At that moment, they all jumped when they heard the thunderous crack of the old cellar doors fly open and hit the ground with a heavy thud, sending a cloud of dust up into the air. They turned towards the barn and watched as 3 dark figures struggled up the steps from the cellar and into the welcoming breeze and silk-like grass field in front of the barn. The first the silhouettes to come into view from the darkness was that of Vinyl Scratch who stumbled forward into the barn and was forced to lean on a hay bale. Her hair was a mess, her glasses were crooked, her shirt was soaked in sweat as she panted heavily, and her legs wobbled like a new born foal as she let out a pained moan loud enough for all to hear before abandoning her glasses into the hay covered barn floor entirely. The Next one into view was the resident school teacher, Cheerilee, same M.O. Messy hair, sweat plastered dress shirt, panting heavily, and legs shaking. However, she didn't get as far as the renowned DJ as she chose to collapse in the cool grass, as Colgate stumbled out last and tried to fight her own fatigue and bodily stress and help her up. As the girls stared on in shock, he emerged.

The old wooden steps creaked in protest as Macintosh slowly rose up and out of the darkness, a satisfied smile on his face. His form dwarfed Applejack. The fibers that comprised his crimson red tank top practically screamed in agony as they stretched mercilessly beyond capacity under the strain of each massive pectoral and abdominal muscle; the contours and definition all clearly showing from underneath. A yellow bandana tied around his massive neck. He wore baggy faded blue jeans, covered in dirt with large metal plated boots that made an audible thud with each step. Every muscle in his arms and shoulders bulged as sweat drops dribbled down the fine creases of his arm bulk like highways. His body was flawless. Sculpted from marble by angels. A bronzed Adonis to which few men dared to compare. So much so, that Celestia herself invited him many a time to her castle for what she called an "Emergency Apple Delivery." Over his shoulder, he carried three large barrels, roped together and held with one hand, and in his other was the yoke of a draft horse. Applejack looked back to her friends to see all of them beet red and taking sharp breaths. His sandy orange-blonde hair shined brightly with a fine coat of wetness as a single drop of sweat dropped off of his bangs, crawled down his brow, nose, chin and dripped off onto his wide chest.

"Mama like" Rarity said hotly from over Applejack's shoulder as she fanned herself with her hand. His eyes met Applejack and his smile only widened. He laid the Yoke down and pulled a rather large bag of bits. He raised them high and jingled the pouch proudly

"Three more satisfied customers!" He proclaimed happily, as he threw the bag to Applejack. As the large bag of coins landed in her palms, her eyes darted to the three women struggling to stand, to her sweaty brother with his pleased expression, to the bits pouch. She didn’t hear a sound from her friends. She didn’t need to. Her mind screamed at her not to do it. It screamed for her not to face her friends. Screaming with everything it had to turn and walk back to the house and go to sleep. She slowly turned around to her friends. All except Fluttershy just smiled at her with a bit too much enthusiasm. Grins of devious intent from ear to ear as they stared back. Her mind screamed at her. Don’t say it! it screamed. Don’t throw fuel on the fire! For the love of Faust don’t say-

"This isn’t what it looks like. . . " Applejack choked out with a feeble smile.

Author's Note

this is a fun idea I've had for a while and have been waiting to write. Both positive and negative feedback welcome!^^
If you dislike, can you let me know why, please? I want to get better at writing^^
If you just dislike the idea, let me know and I'll try something new next time^^

Sorry for any spelling/grammar errors. I cant reach My Editor at the moment.