A Stud about Ponyville
Chapter 3: The Life of the Party

A chill draft blew across Big Macintosh’s face, causing him to shiver and sneeze softly. He wasn't sure what possessed Rarity to open her bedroom window on such an early spring night, especially considering how unbelievably toasty he felt lying next to her after their earlier lovemaking. Nevertheless, he was grateful for her rather sudden and curious behavior, for it gave him perfect pretext to pull her luscious body closer for warmth. His hands eagerly reached over to reel in Rarity's sleeping form, but after several seconds of probing the spot where she should have been, Big Macintosh was surprised to find that she had simply vanished. Not only that, but the mattress felt different as well. It had a spongy, moist texture, almost like...moss?

His sixth sense for the bizarre, something he'd keenly cultivated over the course of his royal tutelage, was screaming at him to keep his eyes shut and slip back into unconsciousness. Alas, Big Macintosh's curiosity finally got the better of him, and after taking a deep breath, he slowly opened his right eye to survey his surroundings.

Well, now I feel like a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs, thought Big Macintosh, wishing he'd listened to his gut instead of his head. Where in tarnation am I this time?

He certainly wasn't in the Carousel Boutique anymore, not unless Rarity had decided to stealthily remove the ceiling in the last few hours. The dark sky above him was filled with thousands of stars, and the moon, now a waxing crescent, glowed with a vibrant silvery light.

Besides missing its roof, his current accommodations appeared to be constructed of hewn grey stone, and he followed the curve of its walls until he arrived at a portion that must have crumbled away ages ago. There were two windows, both broken beyond repair, and one large wooden door resting slightly ajar on ornate iron hinges. Big Macintosh stood up and walked towards the missing segment of wall, hoping to see a familiar landmark nearby, but was overcome by an abrupt case of vertigo after peering through the breach. He was in a tower! And not just any tower, but a tall spire of an ancient castle, surrounded by thick, mist-filled woods on all sides. Big Macintosh instantly recognized the gnarled trees and ominous sounds of his whereabouts too…he was right in the middle of the Everfree Forest.

"How in tha world did I get here..." wondered Big Macintosh, kicking a loose stone into the air while backing away from the tower's edge cautiously, "guess I'll just have ta see if that door will budge. Ain't no other safe way outta this place for an earth pony."

Right as he turned and started striding towards the door, he saw that it was slowly opening towards him, revealing a robed figure lurking in the shadows. Big Macintosh immediately began backpedaling as the hooded specter closed in on him, but several steps later he found himself at the precipice of the ruined structure. There was nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide. Well, Big Macintosh was an Apple, and an Apple didn't go down without a fight. He set his hooves and prepared to charge, but just before he could launch himself forward, his unknown assailant raised their hand in a halting manner.

"Fear not, dear Macintosh," said the mysterious individual, their voice definitely female and very familiar, "I mean you no harm. Quite the opposite, in fact..."

"Luna?" queried Big Macintosh, lowering his fists while trying to peek into her cowl, "what in tha blazes are ya doin' here? And what am I doin' here? Last thing I remember was..."

"Is this place not to your liking?" asked Luna, finally pulling back the hood of her cloak to reveal her dark ethereal hair and gorgeous features, "I admit that it is...not in the best of conditions, but it is a place of great significance to me. I-I thought it would be quite romantic..."

"Romantic? A rundown fortress in tha middle of timber wolf country," replied Big Macintosh in irritation, before noticing the look of defeat settling onto her face, "I'm sorry Luna. I didn't mean ta make ya upset. I, um, I think it's really swell that ya wanted ta see me so badly, but I don't think kidnappin' me was tha right way ta go about it."

"Kidnap you?" repeated Luna quizzically, raising one of her eyebrows in confusion, "Regrettably, I have not laid my hands on your prodigious physique since you left Canterlot, Macintosh. Your body is still at that...that purple-maned harlot's home in Ponyville, but your mind is here with me. This is a dream. Your dream, my paramour."

“If this is a dream,” interjected Big Macintosh, kneeling down to run his hands over the cold, damp floor, “than why does everything feel so real? And why are ya here? Did Celestia send ya ta…wait, why in tha world am I naked…”

Big Macintosh’s voice trailed off when he noticed Luna unclasping her robe, and he swallowed hard after she let it drop to the ground, exposing her completely nude self to him.

“I am here for my own reasons, Macintosh,” said Luna huskily, leisurely strutting towards him with a hip-swaying gait, “My sister may rule over the day, but the night is my domain. Thus, my powers allow me to enter a pony’s dreams, as well as do things such as this…”

Luna raised her right hand theatrically, crooking her index finger at him in a beckoning gesture. Not only was Big Macintosh taken aback by the unprecedented aura of authority emanating from the dusky princess, but he was also shocked to realize that without flexing a single muscle, he was already moving towards her. He looked down to see that his hooves were at least an inch off the ground, and after several seconds of weightless floating, he came to a stop mere inches from her. She held him at eye-level, capturing his attention with a come-hither stare that could set the coldest stallion’s heart ablaze with wanton desire. Her gaze also contained a dash of the predatory gleam he’d seen all too often in Celestia’s eyes before she pounced on him.

“Um, Luna, yar highness, ma’am?” stammered Big Macintosh, his ears folding back as a bead of sweat formed on his brow, “ya seem a little different than I remember. A lot more…frisky.”

“I feel at ease in this castle,” explained Luna, turning her head to look fondly at the ruins surrounding them, “it was our ancestral home before my banishment. Furthermore, without Celestia here to endlessly tease me and dictate the course of the evening’s…entertainment, I am free to act however I see fit. And let me assure you, my burly concubine, I had ample time since your departure to plan an evening that will eclipse all our prior couplings combined!”

"Burly concubine? Wait just an apple-pickin' minut...mmph!" protested Big Macintosh initially, before Luna used his usual tactic of kiss-silencing against him.

Her hand steadily slid down Big Macintosh's chest to his now stiffening length, grasping it firmly at the base before giving it a savoring squeeze. Not wanting to hand over the reins to Luna completely, he retaliated by placing both his hands firmly on her bottom, kneading and spreading her cheeks with a strong rolling motion. She contently moaned into his mouth upon feeling his firm caresses, and after a few more seconds of vigorously wrapping her tongue around his, she broke the kiss to speak.

"I have yearned for you, dearest Macintosh," declared Luna adamantly, standing up on the tip of her hooves to nip at his ear, "and even if this is but a dream, we have all night to rekindle our passion! Oh Macintosh..."

...Macintosh...

Big Macintosh's ears perked up. He wasn't absolutely sure, but right as Luna had said his name, he thought that another voice, although much weaker and distant, had echoed it. He looked down to see a look of abject shock spreading across Luna's face, followed by a frantic bout of glancing at their surroundings with a wary eye.

"No," exclaimed Luna disbelievingly, placing both her hands on Big Macintosh's face, forcing him to make eye contact with her, "you must focus on my voice alone. If you do not, you will awaken Macintosh..."

...Macintosh...

The world around them was starting to crumble. Big Macintosh watched as slabs of stone and bits of moss flew into the air, dissolving apart into nothingness as they drifted further and further upwards. Luna stamped her left hoof in irritation several times, pouting furiously as the dream continued to collapse around them.

"Curses! It is not fair," proclaimed Luna vehemently, folding her arms across her chest, "the vain and gaudy haberdasher has bested us this time! BUT WE SHALL RETURN!"

Luna belted out her final declaration using the traditional Canterlot voice, and the last thing Big Macintosh saw before waking up was the glimmer of determination in her eyes. He had no doubt that she would be true to her word, which meant even falling asleep was going to be a whole new escapade from here on out...

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"...Macintosh! Are you even listening to me," repeated Rarity once more, wiggling back and forth in the teasing embrace of the large red stallion, "you aren't even awake! To think you'd do such lewd things even in your sleep...ah, mmm! H-have you no self-control?"

Big Macintosh opened his eyes to see Rarity, still as beautiful and bare as he remembered from hours earlier, steadfastly encircled by his muscular arms. His fingers were sinking into the supple flesh of her heart-shaped butt, and he felt one of her long, shapely legs draped securely over his hip. He could tell that she had been pressing and rubbing her marehood against his thigh, and if the size of the damp spot he felt on his skin was any indication, she'd been enjoying herself immensely.

"Looks like I'm not tha only one who's been havin' fun," quipped Big Macintosh, drawing another deep moan from Rarity's throat by bending his leg against her, "ta be honest I was havin' a real nice dream, but seein' ya all riled up like this has got me even more excited..."

"A dream? Probably some crass fantasy, and I-I don't know what you're talking about," disputed Rarity in a ladylike tone, chewing on her lower lip to try and contain her whimpers of pleasure, "Yo-you accosted me while I slept, mumbling like a madcolt and kissing me an-and..."

"Ya ain't gotta put on airs, Rarity," said Big Macintosh soothingly, moving one of his hands from her flank so he could run his fingers through her mane, "ain't no shame in feelin' good if ya enjoy the company yar in, and I know somethin' that'll make ya feel even better..."

Big Macintosh suddenly rolled over onto his back, taking Rarity with him as he went. After releasing a small yelp of surprise, a deep blush crept across her face when she noticed their new positioning. She still remembered how Big Macintosh had taken her completely by surprise with his earlier onslaught of unbridled fervor, so she wasn't exactly sure what he had in mind for her this time. Just thinking about that visceral coupling made her start to swoon, and she found it difficult to stop her body from trembling in anticipation.

"Wha-what are you going to do to me now?" inquired Rarity, trying her best to feign a tone of indifference.

"I ain't gonna do nothin' Rarity," explained Big Macintosh with a grin, using the hand still on her bottom to give it a playful smack, "this time I figured ya'd return tha favor and do a little movin' of yar own."

"I-I...absolutely not," objected Rarity, sitting up on her knees while draping an arm across her breasts, "I couldn't possibly do something as uncouth as that...I-I, ah!"

Big Macintosh had slyly maneuvered his stallionhood between Rarity's legs, and was using it quite effectively to stimulate the most sensitive regions of her body. Rarity knew that history was repeating itself. No matter how much her surface thought rebuked his bold, indecent commands, the core of her being craved for him to touch and hold her. A very familiar fire was being rekindled in her stomach, and, just as before, she desperately wanted to feel the earth-shattering sensation of having it quenched.

"F-fine," agreed Rarity, now reflexively matching Big Macintosh's motions, "wha-what should I do?"

"For starters, turn around just like this," explained Big Macintosh, using his hands to rotate her so she was facing away from him, "now, raise yarself up a little...that's it, now nice and slow..."

"W-wait, nice and slow wha-ah!" asked Rarity hesitantly at first, before feeling Big Macintosh press the head of his rod past her folds, "I-I wasn't ready, yo-you brute! Ah!"

"Just relax and let yar hips drop darlin'," encouraged Big Macintosh, inhaling sharply as he placed his hands on her hips to steady her descent, "just like that. Sweet mercy Rarity, yar tight..."

Although she did hear his rather embarrassing compliment, Rarity couldn't form a single syllable in response. Her moans escalated in volume as she descended further down his length, and she looked below in a mix of terror and awe as it disappeared, inch after glorious inch, into her body. Just like their earlier, rougher union, Rarity felt marvelously full, but there was also several unexpected responses coming to the forefront due to their new position. She could feel Big Macintosh's shaft scraping against the back of her inner walls, and, even though she didn't think it was possible, he was somehow reaching even deeper inside her than before.

"Now, here's the important part," stated Big Macintosh with a grin, leaning back to rest his head on Rarity's large assortment of plush pillows, "how fast ya go is completely up to yar discretion, and if ya want ta stop, well, ya can do that as well."

Rarity turned to shoot a huffy look at the relaxing stallion, and slowly began to move upwards to retract his length.

Of course I'll stop...a lady...does not do such things, thought Rarity hazily, her marehood now reaching the final inch of Macintosh's staff, I'll just...stop...and...oh...maybe just once or twice...

Rarity let all the tension go from her muscles, causing her to gradually slide back down Macintosh's entire length. She let out a loud, husky moan after she took him to the hilt, and several more initially tentative trips soon gave way to a more vigorous rhythm once she grew accustomed to the motions. It wasn't long before she felt the approach of her first orgasm, and after several more small tremors raced up and down her spine, she plunged down hard on Big Macintosh's impressive member for the grand finale.

Rarity placed her hands on Big Macintosh's thighs, digging her manicured fingernails into his hard flesh, as waves of pleasure crashed over her body. She could feel her marehood twitching and convulsing around his rigid shaft, and she exerted even more downward force to ensure every possible millimeter of his girth was buried inside her. It was fabulous. It was wonderful. It was...lacking something. Rarity's arousal had transformed from a roaring fire into a raging inferno, and it was only after a few seconds of wondering about what went so terribly wrong that she realized something...Big Macintosh hadn't climaxed with her.

"Wh-why didn't you..." questioned a breathless Rarity, shimmying her hips from side to side in frustration, "did I-I do it wrong, or..."

Big Macintosh chuckled heartily before sitting up and pulling Rarity back towards him, making sure she had comfortable seat on his lap before speaking.

"I ain't no quick-draw colt Rarity," said Macintosh chidingly, sliding his hands up to cup and fondle her breasts, "I was just riled up durin' our first go around and couldn't help myself. Besides, from lookin' at tha position of tha moon in tha sky, it ain't even midnight yet. Now, I don't think either one of us is gonna turn into a pumpkin when both hands strike twelve, which means we got all night to..."

Taking a page from his own playbook, Rarity didn't let Big Macintosh finish his sentence. The kiss she placed on his lips soon evolved into a furious duel between their tongues, and eventually gave way to even more heightened acts of intimacy as their passion escalated to new levels.

From her small cushion off to the side of Rarity's bed, Opal rolled her eyes at her insufferable master, as well as the hulking compatriot she'd brought into their home. Deciding that she wouldn't get any sleep in the same room as those two tonight, she haughtily made her way towards the door and then down the staircase to the sewing room. After finding a nice bolt of expensive green silk to settle down on, all the while trying to tune out the ghastly noises coming from upstairs, Opal curled into a ball and tried her best to get some shut-eye.

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The sun was starting to rise over Ponyville, and as the light from the stars, moon, and the strange comet began to fade, the silhouettes of two ponies could be seen loitering near the front door of the Carousel Boutique. Rarity and Big Macintosh only managed to get a few hours of sleep between the two of them, but the shower they had just finished sharing left them both feeling a little more invigorated than when they first woke up. Rarity, clothed in nothing more than her pink robe and a towel she'd wrapped around her wet mane, shivered as she laid her head against Big Macintosh's fully-clothed chest. It wasn't just the early morning chill that was affecting her though, and she sighed contently after recalling the last few moments of ardor they'd just shared in the bathroom together.

"Do you really have to go Macintosh?" asked Rarity sullenly, pouting her lips while looking up into his eyes, "I mean, yesterday afternoon, last night, and, ahem, this morning were certainly unexpected, but wildly enjoyable nonetheless. I think we should go back inside out of this dreadful cold and..."

"Believe me when I say," started Big Macintosh, placing a hand on her delicate cheek and kissing her forehead, "that I'd like nothin' more than ta haul ya back up those stairs Rarity, but I do got chores that need attendin' ta back at tha farm. Now, that don't mean we can't see each other later, but maybe we should, um, keep quiet about our relationship..."

"Keep quiet about our relationship..." repeated Rarity, narrowing her eyes in a look of mounting fury, "are you ashamed of being seen with moi? Well I never in all my years thoug...mmph! D-don't think you can kiss your way out of this one miste...ah! Mmm..."

Big Macintosh had to up the ante considerably to placate her with his kiss, but having his free hand slither itself between the folds of her robe did the trick nicely. Still, he'd have to appease her wrath so as not to jeopardize Celestia's plans for the future. Big Macintosh knew he was beginning to weave a tangled web of half-truths, but he didn't see any other way out.

If Applejack ever found out she'd...well, best not ta go down tha road, thought Big Macintosh, racking his brain for a solution until it finally dawned on him, I bet I could appeal to Rarity's sense of romantic intrigue ta get her ta play along…

"Why would a plain stallion like me be ashamed ta be seen with a beautiful mare like yarself," posed Big Macintosh, using the fingers of his concealed hand to teasingly trace the outline of her slit, "I thought ya'd like it more this way. In fact, it reminds me of tha story ya were tellin' me about before..."

"Yo-you mean The Tale of Lady Lilywine an-and Prince Bramblebottom?" inquired Rarity on tenterhooks, leaning against Big Macintosh for support when she felt her knees starting to grow weak, "tha-that is true, they, ah, did keep their love a secret. It wa-was, ah, a forbidden affair...two star-crossed ponies...ah, sto-stop, not here..."

"So what do ya say, my lady?" asked Big Macintosh imploringly, trying his best to suppress the feelings of dishonesty welling in his chest, "I think it would be real excitin' to try..."

"Fi-fine, ah, ye-yes," agreed Rarity finally, stepping away from Big Macintosh in a huff before a sly smile of appeasement spread across her face, "you are far too talented with your hands darling. I would be the one carrying you back to the bedroom if I let you continue…and I never thought you were the romantic type, but I do like your debonair flair. Alas, keep me in your thoughts till we meet again, Macintosh.”

Rarity struck a dramatic pose before blowing him a kiss, tossing him a wink, and slipping back through her front door. Big Macintosh smiled at her flair for the theatrical for a few moments before turning to begin his long walk back to Sweet Apple Acres. It was certainly shaping up to be a beautiful day, but unfortunately his thoughts were muddled with feelings of guilt about deceiving Rarity. He knew Celestia had to have her reasons for doing things this way, but that didn’t make it any easier to stomach.

After retracing the southern route he’d taken yesterday afternoon, Big Macintosh crested the final grass-lined hill before the farm became visible in the distance. The smoke coming from the chimney signaled that breakfast must be underway, and after several more minutes of walking he could smell the unmistakable scent of hot apple pancakes wafting through the air. Last night’s activities had made him ravenous, and even after placing both hands reassuringly on his stomach, he still couldn’t quiet its growling. Taking a deep breath after reaching the kitchen’s side door, he opened it boldly with a smile that instantly fell flat, along with his ears, once he saw who was waiting for him on the other side.

“Where in tha cotton-pickin’, apple-buckin’, and cider-squeezin’ heck have ya been Macintosh?” fumed Applejack, her eyes narrowing into slits of soul-piercing introspection, “I can’t believe ya would stay out all night and not say a word ta anypony about…”

“Oh hush now, Applejack,” chastised Granny Smith, sitting down at the table across from Apple Bloom, “and usin’ such language around yar little sister no less! Ya told me yar brother had important work ta do in town last night, and I’m sure that was what he was doin’ till now. Ain’t tha right, sonny?”

“Ye-yes ma’am,” assured Big Macintosh vehemently, cutting his eyes between Granny’s welcoming expression and Applejack’s skeptical visage, “sorry I didn’t let ya know last night AJ, but things ended up takin’ longer than even I expected them to. Lots of, um, little details kept croppin’ up, and they had ta be hammered down one at a time before we could call it quits.”

“And that really took ya all night?” asked Applejack in an incredulous tone, now resting her hands on her hips, “well than mister big shot, mind tellin’ me what ya specifically worked on? And better yet, where did ya bunk down after it was over?”

“I, uh, ya know, typical supply and demand, um formulas,” claimed Big Macintosh with as much confidence as he could muster, “and I feel asleep on tha bed, ah, I mean tha bed of papers on tha desk. I didn’t mean an actual bed…”
Applejack knew there was something Big Macintosh wasn’t telling her, and she also knew that it would only take a few more minutes of putting the screws to him before he’d fess up. However, like a masked vigilante, his loud, rumbling stomach came to the rescue in the nick of time.

“Simmer down Applejack,” instructed Granny Smith while shakily pouring a large amount of maple syrup over her flapjacks, “can’t ya hear how hungry tha poor boy is? Now stop yar squabbling and both of ya fix yarselves a plate! We got lots ta do today!”

Big Macintosh and Applejack stared at each other for a few more tense moments before moving towards the cabinet to retrieve their respective dishes and utensils. Apple Bloom looked up at Big Macintosh as he sat down next to her, and the splotches of syrup and bits of butter clinging to her face did nothing to subdue her ear-to-ear grin.

“I can’t believe yar such an important pony now big brother!” exclaimed Apple Bloom loudly, moving her fork to spear another mouthful of food, “the other Cutie Mark Crusaders are mighty green that ya got ta go ta Canterlot and meet Princess Celestia! Can ya take us with ya the next time ya go? Can ya? Pretty please? We might get our cutie marks for princess meetin’!”

“Ain’t nopony takin’ another trip ta Canterlot anytime soon,” stated Applejack flatly, sliding her knife mechanically through her pancakes without taking her eyes of Big Macintosh, “We finally got what we need ta fix this place up, and that is what we’re gonna do before plantin’ season rolls around.”

“But Applejack,” whined Apple Bloom, donning her most adorable and plaintive look, “what if I miss my chance ta get my croquet-playing cutie mark because I don’t get ta meet with tha princess?”

“Now don’t ya fret none about that sugar cube,” consoled Applejack, ruffling Apple Bloom’s hair, “ya might get yar brother-watchin’ cutie mark since ya two will be fixing tha shutters while I mosey into town.”

“Awww, phooey,” mumbled Apple Bloom, slouching down in her and crossing her arms, “why can’t I go into town with ya Applejack?”

“Cause I need ya to make sure our brother doesn’t wander off again,” explained Applejack, looking at Big Macintosh warily out of the corner of her eye, “I ain’t gonna be gone that long either, just gotta pick up a little surprise for later tonight.”

“A surprise!” shouted Apple Bloom excitedly, “Oh, oh, what is it? Ya gotta tell me Applejack!”

“Wouldn’t be much of a surprise if I did that sugar cube,” replied Applejack with a warm smile, “now ya make sure that big lug keeps his nose to the grindstone, and we’ll all enjoy tha surprise at supper, ya hear?”

“Yes ma’am!” answered Apple Bloom with a salute, “come on Macintosh, we got work ta do!”

“Eeyup, just give me a bit squirt,” agreed Big Macintosh cheerfully, wolfing down the last few bites of his breakfast, “um, can I have a word with ya AJ?”

Applejack considered refusing his request outright, but after several more seconds of weighted deliberation, she finally motioned for him to follow her to the hallway.

“I am awful sorry about stayin’ out all night AJ,” apologized Big Macintosh, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, “I didn’t mean ta make ya’ll worry, and I’m gonna try my darndest to make sure it don’t happen again.”
Applejack silently appraised Big Macintosh for quite a spell, even going as far as adjusting her Stetson hat to a more daunting angle, before her critical scowl softened into a begrudging smile.

“One of these days I’m gonna figure out how ta stay mad at ya Macintosh,” sighed Applejack, still grinning as she walked towards the front door, “I’ll be back from town in two shakes of a lamb’s tail, so go on and get started on those repairs if ya really want ta make it up ta me.”

“Eeyup,” replied Big Macintosh, visibly inflating from her forgiveness, “and thank ya AJ. I feel mighty small when yar cross at me.”

“Ya know I love ya Macintosh,” consoled Applejack, giving him an affectionate punch to the shoulder, “but this whole Canterlot business just came outta nowhere and…well, I ain’t gonna fret about it no more. I best get going. Don’t want ta waste anymore daylight!”

And with that remark, Applejack walked outside, inhaled a lungful of warm, fragrant air, and began her trek towards Ponyville. She knew Sugarcube Corner was pretty busy throughout the day, so she had planned ahead accordingly, leaving special instructions for Pinkie Pie to bake a small, Devil’s food cake first thing this morning. The idea had dawned on her after meeting Big Macintosh at the train station yesterday, and was supposed to be a reward for becoming an overnight golden goose for the family. She knew Devil’s food was his favorite too, but it was usually a luxury that they didn’t waste bits on, especially since the farm ate up all their extra revenue with its constant upkeep needs.

That little restriction don’t no longer apply though, thought Applejack, her chest swelling with familial pride, and supper sure is going ta be mighty fine tonight because of it.

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Rarity adjusted her stylish sunglasses to better hide the small, dark circles under her eyes, one of only two negative consequences that came from her intense romp with Big Macintosh. The other, of course, was the nagging soreness that plagued her every step, but that was a small price to pay for the wondrous, tingling afterglow that still enveloped her. She’d taken a short nap after he’d left the Carousel Boutique, but soon the undignified noises her stomach refused to stop making, as well as the lack of anything to eat in her kitchen, prompted a venture into the town proper for sustenance.

She wasn’t in the mood for fruits and vegetables though, so that eliminated the market from her perspective list of eateries. No, she still felt so deliciously naughty about her recent behavior that only something sugary could satisfy her taste buds. Thus, when she finally saw the cupcake sign for Sugarcube Corner, she let out a small squeal of delight before trotting forward towards its open front door.

A few ponies were milling about the store or sitting at tables, but she didn’t see a bubbly pink mare anywhere…which meant trouble, of course. Of course, that premonition came true in the blink of eye after Pinkie Pie, who somehow managed to keep her chef’s hat affixed to her head, dropped down from the ceiling in front of Rarity, causing the fashionista to jump back in fright.

“Hiya Rarity!” greeted Pinkie Pie jovially, unfazed by her friend’s heart palpitations, “I haven’t seen you in forever! That’s way too long for friends to not see each other. Oh! Oh! I know! Guess what? I just got this really super-nifty-cool-important-looking lette…”

“While that does sound lovely Pinkie,” answered Rarity coolly, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, “I really came to get one of your chocolate éclairs for a late breakfast. I’m absolutely famished darling.”

“Oh, okie dokie!” said Pinkie Pie with a smile, bouncing behind the counter with her signature hop, “what kind of éclair do you want? We’ve got chocolate with vanilla filling, vanilla with chocolate filling, oh, oh, what about my special éclair filling éclair! It’s an éclair filled with another éclair. It’s really, really, really, good!”

“A regular vanilla-filled éclair would be smashing,” responded Rarity, wondering how one comes up with the idea for an éclair-filled éclair, "so Pinkie, how are things?"

"Everything is totally awesome!" replied Pinkie Pie with a smile, reaching into the store's glass display case to fetch Rarity's pastry, "you won't believe what Ditzy brought me in the mail this morning. Even I don't believe it and I have the lette..."

"Yes, yes, darling," humored Rarity, taking a small bite of her éclair before groaning in ecstasy at its flavor, "oh that is simply heavenly. Now Pinkie, you know I'm not one for idle gossip..."

"But I thought you loved gossip Rarity!" interrupted Pinkie Pie, perplexedly scratching her chin, "didn't you get all super-duper excited when Gabby Gums printed a new gossip column until she wrote that mega-extra embarrassing article about you..."

"Yes, Pinkie, well," chimed in Rarity, nervously looking from side to side to make sure nopony overheard their conversation, "I do have a penchant for gossip, but this little bit of news is especially juicy. You must promise me you won't tell another living soul though, understand?"

"Oh, oh!" exclaimed Pinkie Pie, growing more and more animated by the second, "you mean like a Pinkie Promise? I'd never ever in a million years break a Pinkie Promise!"

"Yes, that will do," approved Rarity, leaning in closer to Pinkie Pie, "now, you'll never guess who..."

"Wait!" yelled Pinkie Pie loudly, drawing the attention of everypony in Sugarcube Corner, "I have to say the promise first silly! Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye! I Pinkie Promise not to tell your ultra-big secret to anypony!"

"Shhh, Pinkie," whispered Rarity tersely, covering the pink mare's mouth with her hand while trying desperately to fend off their curious observers with a forced grin, "honestly darling, you must learn to control your volume. Now, as I was saying, I had a rather special visitor, a stallion, come to my home yesterday and..."

"A stallion?" repeated Pinkie Pie questioningly, before a look of realization took over her features, "oh Rarity! You found a special somepony didn't you! That's super-duper fantastic news!"

"He-he's not my special somepony, well, maybe he is, but not quite," explained Rarity, confusing Pinkie Pie, as well as herself, even more, "anyways, he swept me up in a whirlwind of passion that united both our bodies and minds in joyous rapture! It was so exquisite darling!"

"Hmm, I've never seen a stallion make a whirlwind before," said Pinkie Pie, trying her best to envision what Rarity was describing, "oh, oh, was it a pegasus stallion? Cause Rainbow Dash makes all kinds of wind when she flies around! Sometimes it doesn't even come from her wings!"

"No, darling," sighed Rarity, rubbing her right temple to try and ease the headache she felt brewing, "what I meant was that we, ahem, made, you know...love."

Pinkie Pie stood absolutely frozen after Rarity finished speaking. Then, she slowly started to jump from one hoof to the other, and after several seconds she was clapping her hands rapidly before unleashing a prodigious yelp of delight.

"That is so exciting Rarity!" yelled Pinkie Pie, now grasping the white unicorn in a tight bear hug, "have you been really, really, really frustrated too? Because I usually get kinda frustrated this time of year, but its never been this bad before! I'm glad you found a sort-of-special somepony though to help out!"

"Oh, 'helping out' doesn't even begin to describe it Pinkie," replied Rarity longingly, her mind drifting off to the revisit the events of the last twenty-four hours, "and yes, I've noticed that I have been a little more...excited, than usual, but this stallion...oh Pinkie, it was simply marvelous."

"Tell me, tell me, tell me!" implored Pinkie Pie, her curiosity propelling her to new heights of excitement, "how did you meet? What does he look like? Oh, oh, what is his favorite dessert?"

"I certainly don't know the answer to the last question darling," stated Rarity, a small blush creeping across her face as she put her thoughts in order, "but it all started while I was waiting for another stallion to arrive from Canterlot, who quite rudely never appeared, when a pony who is very close to one of our dear friends appeared and offered to lend me a hand with some repairs."

"This sounds just like a story I saw Twilight reading once," claimed Pinkie Pie, breaking her hold on Rarity to reach down and secure a cookie, "except she got really red in the face and asked me how I got into her bedroom, and then I had to explain how I went through the..."

"Yes, well, let's save that tale for another time Pinkie," asserted Rarity, taking another small bite of her éclair before continuing, "well, of course I had never thought about doing anything naughty with this pony before, but after I saw him working without a shirt on in the sun...oh darling, it was quite a feast for the eyes."

"You have to tell me who it is!" pleaded Pinkie Pie, somehow inhaling her chocolate chip cookie in between breaths, "I can't think of any stallions related to one of our friends who would...wait, Rarity! You aren't fooling around with Shining Armor are you? What about Cadance! What will Twilight say! Why Rarity! Why!"

"Pinkie!" gasped Rarity, placing her free hand against her chest in shock, "you know I'd never stoop to something so low. I suppose I can't blame you for not realizing who I'm talking about, but do try and think for a moment. Which of our friends, excluding Twilight, has a big, strong, and ruggedly handsome brother?"

"Rainbow Dash!" answered Pinkie Pie without a moment's hesitation, "wait, no, Dashie doesn't have a brother. Oh, oh, Fluttershy! No, she doesn't have a brother either. Well since Shining Armor isn't a choice, and I don't have a brother, and you don't have a brother because that would be really, really weird, that means that only Applejack is left, and...oh, oh! Rarity, you mean you and Big Macintosh did the horizontal hustle!"

"I wouldn't phrase it quite that way, but yes, darling," acknowledged Rarity softly, her thighs reflexively pressing together after hearing Pinkie Pie say his name, "oh Pinkie, it all happened so fast. When I answered Princess Celestia's letter I was expecting a refined gentlecolt to sweep me off my hooves that day, but the things Big Macintosh made me say and do with his confident and commanding voice...I've never been with any stallion remotely like him before."

Pinkie Pie listened very intently as Rarity described, in vivid detail, everything that took place between her and Big Macintosh, and the longer she listened there the more aroused she became. The bubble-gum pink mare didn't think the white unicorn noticed her envious fidgeting, but as is often the case, the girls sometimes forgot she was capable of ruminating on more than just parties or jokes. However, Pinkie Pie was woefully serious when she told her posh friend that this heat was by far the most intense one she'd ever experienced, and it was only getting worse too. Finally, Rarity capped off her story with a description of this morning’s goodbye kiss.

“…and then he slipped his hand into my robe,” recalled Rarity, lowering her éclair-free hand to rest on the base of her abdomen, “in public! It was so shameless, so brazen…but I’ve never felt such excitement Pinkie. He was quite the scoundrel! In fact, Big Mac-ahaha! Applejack! Fancy meeting you here of all places darling.”

Applejack had just walked through the front door of Sugarcube Corner, and Rarity felt incredibly fortunate that she’d caught sight of her friend's distinct orange and blonde coloration before finishing her last sentence.

"Howdy ya'll," greeted Applejack, approaching her two friends with a look of inquisitiveness, "didn't mean ta eavesdrop on yar conversation, but I thought I heard ya mention my brother's name Rarity. Any particular reason ya'll are talkin' about him?"

"Oh, yo-you must have misheard me darling," replied Rarity nervously, trying her best to think of an acceptable excuse, "I was just, um, talking about my new...macramé project! Yes! My new, big macramé project! It is all the rage in the fashion world right now."

"Macramé, huh?" repeated Applejack flatly, detecting a hint of dubiousness in friend's voice, "well, that sounds mighty interesting. I didn't figure ya for the knottin' type Rarity. What do ya think about all this 'big macramé' business Pinkie Pie?"

"I think it's super awesome!" answered Pinkie Pie without flinching, her wide grin almost totally disarming Applejack's suspicions, "she told me she'd make a really cute pair of macramé pants for Gummy! He loves to wear pants, but we can never find anything in his size at the store."

"Well, I suppose that sounds like a...mighty swell gift," said Applejack supportively, trying to imagine what a pair of macramé baby alligator pants would look like, "did ya manage to finish tha cake though Pinkie? I don't mean ta rush ya, but I do need ta get back ta tha farm before too long."

"You bet it did!" affirmed Pinkie Pie happily, vanishing from sight only to appear seconds later with a small box in tow, "I worked really hard to make sure it was scrumdiddlyumptious! The vanilla cream frosting is especially good! I know Big Mac is going to love it!"

"A cake for Big Macintosh?" asked Rarity while leaning forward to examine the box, causing Applejack to raise an eyebrow, "is it his birthday Applejack? Well, I should, ahem, I mean, we should have a proper party for him if it is."

"A party!" exclaimed Pinkie Pie excitedly, jumping up and down as if possessed by some otherworldly energy, "oh Applejack let me plan it! I can combine it with the other party I'm planning for tomorrow night!"

"It ain't his birthday," replied Applejack matter-of-factly, now eyeing Rarity with a renewed sense of wariness, "he just got back from an important business trip ta Canterlot that really helped out tha family, and I wanted ta show how much we appreciated his hard work."

"Canterlot?" echoed Rarity quietly, turning her head slightly and biting one of her thumbs in thought, "that is interesting news, Applejack…very interesting indeed. What exactly, if I may be so bold, did he do there?"

"He ain't told us tha specifics," answered Applejack, her tone carrying more than a hint of frustration, "but it had somethin' ta do with meetin' Princess Celestia and settin' up a new farming venture. And what party are ya talkin' about Pinkie?"

"I've been trying to tell Rarity about it this whole time!" stated Pinkie Pie exasperatedly, leaning down to retrieve something from behind the counter, "but I got this really official-looking letter from Princess Celestia too! She wants me to host the Ponyville party for an Equestria-wide Hearts and Hooves Day mixer. Isn't that exciting!"

"That sounds like a grand idea Pinkie," chimed in Rarity, her eyes narrowing as she began to mull over this new bit of information, "and Applejack should invite Big Macintosh to come and have fun as well. We hardly ever get to see him darling, and I'm sure everypony will want to inquire about his travels."

"I suppose there ain't no harm in askin' him," agreed Applejack, not failing to notice Rarity's newfound interest in her brother's well-being, "I'll talk to him about it tonight at dinner. Thanks again for making this cake on such short notice Pinkie. I truly appreciate it sugar cube."

“Anything for a friend,” asserted Pinkie Pie with a smile, handing Applejack the pastry with the utmost care, “I really hope you guys enjoy it Applejack, and please, please, please come to the party tomorrow with Big Mac. It’s gonna be a blast!”

Applejack tipped her Stetson hat to Pinkie Pie in acknowledgement, and turned smoothly to walk out the front door. Rarity tracked her farmer friend’s form until she disappeared from sight, and then looked over at Pinkie Pie before breathing a long sigh of relief.

“Thank you Pinkie,” said Rarity appreciatively, feeling as if she’d just dodged a rampaging manticore, “I did not want to have a conversation with Applejack about her brother’s bedroom prowess. Still, I look forward to having a little discussion with him tomorrow night though. I have a few questions for him…”

“I’m looking forward to seeing him too,” said Pinkie Pie yearningly before covering her mouth in shocked realization, “I mean, seeing him have fun at the party with Applejack and everypony else!”

“Of course you did darling,” replied Rarity skeptically at first, but soon dismissing her friend’s first statement as nothing more than one of her eccentric ramblings, “well, I should get back to the boutique. I’ve got a few dress orders to finish, and hopefully Opal is in a better mood by now. I can’t fathom why she is being so testy today though.”

Pinkie Pie watched as Rarity spun elegantly on her hooves before strutting out the same doorway Applejack had just exited through moments earlier. She felt a little remorseful about the sneaky scheme that was beginning to formulate within her brain, but Rarity had said that Big Macintosh wasn’t technically her special somepony. Still, if she was going to make this work, she needed to figure out where she’d left her hand saw after her last construction project…

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Big Macintosh fidgeted with the collar of his starched dress shirt for the seventh time, trying his best to loosen its constrictive grip on his neck while maintaining the brisk pace Applejack was setting for them. She’d been in such a good mood when she left the farm yesterday morning to go into Ponyville, but after returning with her special surprise she was testy and confrontational for the rest of the afternoon. Big Macintosh couldn’t count the number of times he’d caught her staring at him like a hawk out of the corner of his eye, and even poor Apple Bloom visibly withered from the storm of tension that coalesced between the two of them as the workday wound onward. Thankfully, all three of them mellowed out after consuming a few bowls of hearty vegetable stew and spicy cornbread muffins at dinner, and when Applejack finally revealed that the mystery box contained a Devil’s food cake for dessert, Apple Bloom nearly shot through the ceiling in excitement.

However, after the chocolate treat was sliced, distributed, and being consumed, Applejack began to speak to Big Macintosh about running into Rarity at Sugarcube Corner, emphasizing how the white unicorn seemed especially curious about how he was faring. Big Macintosh attempted to dismiss her suspicions with the gruff reply that it wasn’t strange for a pony to inquire about the well-being of a friend’s family members, but that did little to assuage his sister’s lingering misgivings.

Then, right out of the blue Applejack started explaining how Pinkie Pie had received a letter from Princess Celestia requesting her to host a Hearts and Hooves Day get-together for all the of-age stallions and mares in Ponyville. Of course, she said that Pinkie Pie had personally invited both of them to come, and Applejack left little room for doubt that they would indeed be making an appearance. This revelation caused his ears to shoot up and his eyes to widen, something he knew Applejack noted with the utmost interest. Obvious tells aside, Big Macintosh had a good inkling who Celestia had decided to pair him up with next, and the delicious morsel of cake in his mouth became inexplicably hard to swallow as he ruminated about the pink ball of living energy his sister hoofed around Equestria with.

It wasn't that Big Macintosh thought Pinkie Pie was unattractive. In fact, the few times he'd really gotten a good look at her he'd noted how the multitudes of sweets she ate only seemed to settle in one of two places on her body: her very gigantic bust, or her luscious bubble butt. He also knew he wasn't the only stallion in town who had noticed these alluring features, but the males of Ponyville, barring a few brave souls, had never summoned the courage to proposition her.

After finishing supper and telling Applejack that he'd be more than happy to accompany her to the party, Big Macintosh went upstairs, stripped down, and fell into his bed with a loud thud. Despite working hard throughout the day on dozens of exhausting repair jobs, his mind was far too abuzz with theories about Celestia’s goals to simply shut off. It took him almost an hour of fretful tossing and turning before sleep finally came to claim his worn out body, so the rapping at his bedroom window that awoke him during the wee hours of the morning understandably elicited a groan of protest from his fatigue-addled brain.

His memory was a bit fuzzy about what actually transpired after he rolled out of bed, but he distinctly recalled wrapping his comforter around his shoulders before shuffling towards the offending noise at a snail’s pace. After managing to slide the window open, he saw that it was Ditzy Doo, hovering in the air outside his bedroom with one of Celestia’s instructional letters grasped firmly between her small hands, who had roused him. Big Macintosh mumbled a word of thanks before groggily reaching out to take the letter, which unfortunately loosened his grip on the sheet just enough for it to slip down his back and off to the side, exposing himself completely to the unprepared mailpony. He didn’t know exactly how long he had stood there like a dolt, holding the letter and absolutley dumbfounded as to why Ditzy Doo looked so awe-struck, but after a chill breeze blew through the open window and across his rigid morningwood, he realized he must have been flashing her for almost half a minute before he came to his senses. He woke up mighty quick after that, immediately crouching down to the floor to try and salvage even a shred of his dignity, while apologizing profusely to Ditzy Doo for making such a fool of himself. She didn’t seem to mind it all that much though, and actually poked her head into the room to give him a quick peck on the cheek before flying away in a flash of gray feathers.

That had all taken place hours ago, and after another day of hammering down loose floor boards and brushing a new coat of paint onto the doors of the barn, Big Macintosh had cleaned up and dressed in his finest attire for Pinkie Pie’s Hearts and Hooves Day soiree. Naturally, he’d taken the time to read Celestia’s letter, but its contents were much less helpful than his previous directions:

Dearest Macintosh,

I am sure by now you have heard my decree for an Equestria-wide Hearts and Hooves Day event, as well as whom I have chosen to host it in Ponyville. Thus, I am quite confident you also know who I intend for your next companion to be.

We both know that this mare is quite…special, to say the least, and as such I am not sure any advice I offer will serve you well, if at all, as you try to woo her. Knowing Pinkie Pie’s penchant for the unexpected, and her uncanny ability to sense things, I would not be surprised if she somehow ends up doing most of the work for you. That, of course, is just a little hunch I have, but I am confident you will find a way to make things work if such an outcome does not occur. Good luck my little stallion, and always remember I am thinking of you.

With all my heart,

Celestia

P.S. I’m aware that Luna has already visited you in your dreams, but I am afraid I cannot do much to stop her. Still, from what I gathered about your rendezvous, all in all it sounded like quite the pleasant fantasy. Do know that her motivation for such behavior comes from a place of deep affection for you.

Celestia's notion that Pinkie Pie might take some proactive measures was nagging at him greatly, almost as much as the overly-starched collar of his shirt that Applejack had so graciously offered to iron for him before they left Sweet Apple Acres. A quick glance at his sister found her trying to suppress a laugh of smug satisfaction at his fidgeting, which only confirmed she had indeed placed him in this torturous state on purpose. The worst part was that he was fairly sure why she had done it as well, and despite his best efforts to dismiss the terrifying thought that Applejack was growing wise to his recent doings, he knew he'd have to be extra careful from here on out to even have a small hope of keeping her in the dark.

After passing the Golden Oaks Library and the clock tower, Sugarcube Corner appeared just ahead of them, and the large amount of ponies congregating around it signified that quite a gathering was getting underway. It looked as if Pinkie Pie had really went above and beyond the call of duty this time, constructing a huge roof of pink, red, and white streamers over an outside sitting area filled with cushions, chairs, and tables of various shapes and sizes, as well as copious amounts of party favors and food. Big Macintosh also noticed a few individuals drifting in and out of the bakery itself, and even trying to envision what form of entertainment Ponyville’s premiere party pony had set up indoors made his head spin.

Now that they were closer, Applejack, clad in a tight pair of jeans, a new pair of boots, and the nicest top she owned, sprinted forward after spotting a familiar circle of mares conversing near the refreshment table. Big Macintosh recognized his sister’s friends too, and after taking a moment to steady his racing heart, he moved forward to greet the rest of his potential mates with his sister.

Rarity was the first one to notice the approaching siblings, and after stealthily checking her appearance with a compact mirror, she batted her long eyelashes and flashed a sultry smile at Big Macintosh. She was wearing a little black dress that hugged her body like a second skin, its hem barely reaching past her mid-thigh, and a pair of expensive looking diamond studs in her ears.

To her left stood Fluttershy, dressed in a very comfortable looking green sweater that did little to conceal her ample cleavage, as well as a flowing white skirt that almost reached her ankles. She flashed the approaching duo a meek smile before returning her focus to the half-drunk glass of punch she was holding, delicately running one of her fingers around its rim as a distraction.

Rainbow Dash was hovering next to the yellow pegasus, clad in a pair of punkish black leggings dotted with small tears and holes, a sleeveless t-shirt that went well past her waist, and the brown bomber jacket she always wore, regardless of the occasion. She immediately moved towards Applejack upon seeing her, and exchanged a quick high five with the orange farmpony before both of them moved back towards the awaiting group.

Twilight Sparkle had her back turned to him at first, but he could still make out the calf-length plaid skirt she was wearing, as well as her white dress shirt and dark gray sweater vest. She looked over her shoulder and gave him a small grin and wave of acknowledgement before moving towards Applejack to exchange greetings.

Finally, there was Pinkie Pie, wearing stripped knee high socks, and a baby blue party dress that highlighted her curves in all the right places. Big Macintosh watched amazedly as she bounced back and forth between the other mares with a seemingly endless supply of energy, and was double surprised when she suddenly started to hop towards him as well.

"Hiya Big Mac," greeted Pinkie Pie with a smile, leaning forward to give him a very unexpected hug, "I'm so super-duper happy that you made it! I was scared for the tiniest, smallest, microscopic little speck of time that you wouldn't come, but now you're here! I've got so many fun things planned for tonight..."

"Come now Pinkie," chimed in Rarity, strutting towards the pink mare and red stallion, "do give Macintosh some room to breathe. After all, he's been working so hard lately for the princess, so he must be absolutely exhausted..."

"Um, eeyup," replied Big Macintosh uncertainly, not liking the knowing look in Rarity's eyes at all, "I mean, uh, I'm feelin' fine though, really. Ain't tired one bit. Ho-how did ya find out about that Rarity..."

"Oh Applejack told me about it yesterday darling," explained Rarity, her eyes narrowing into a half-lidded stare that signified she knew more than she was letting on, "a little business trip to Canterlot, wasn't it? It's such an honor to be summoned by the princess. Of course, we all want to hear what you learned on your little vacation from the farm, don’t we girls?"

“Darn right we do,” exclaimed Rainbow Dash, zipping over in a blur of color to settle down on the ground next to him, “usually we’re the ones getting called in for all the special assignments, so I can’t wait to hear what Princess Celestia wanted you for big guy.”

“I must admit,” echoed Twilight Sparkle, approaching Big Macintosh with a look of unabashed curiosity, “that I’m very interested in what you talked about with Princess Celestia as well. She didn’t mention anything to me about summoning you to Canterlot in her last letter.”

“Ya’ll won’t even believe this,” added Applejack morosely, yet capturing her brother’s attention with a stare of triumph, “but he ain’t even told me, and I’m his little sister! So how ‘bout it big brother, why don’t ya tell us all what ya were up ta in the big city. Shoot, even Fluttershy wants ta know. Ain’t that right sugar cube?”

“Um, I-I suppose so,” whispered Fluttershy, her voice barely carrying over the background noise of the party, “if that is okay with you, of course. I don’t want to impose though…”

“I, uh, I was…” floundered Big Macintosh, almost pulling his stiff collar in half from the pressure of having five mares staring at him, waiting expectantly for his explanation, “that is, I was workin’ on, um, a real important…”

“Wait!” yelled Pinkie Pie loudly, theatrically sliding in front of Big Macintosh on her knees, and raising her arms towards the heavens, “we can talk about boring work stuff any time, but right now we need to P – A – R – T – Y! Party! Hit it Vinyl Scratch!”

Big Macintosh, as well as all the other ponies gathered outside, couldn’t believe their eyes when out of nowhere, a platform rose out of the ground, covered in an impressive array of speakers, scratch tables, and synthesizers. DJ Pon-3 was at its helm, and after dragging the needle of her turntable onto the surface of a fresh record, the whole street erupted into a frenzy of bass-filled music and wild dancing. Pinkie Pie stood up and turned around, flashing Big Macintosh a toothy grin and what looked like a wink before dragging him towards the mass of moshing ponies. After the other girls recovered from their initial shock, they couldn’t help but laugh at the unexpected antics of their pink friend before rushing to join the festivities themselves. Of course, Rainbow Dash had to practically shove Fluttershy forward to join them, but she and Rarity managed to coax the shy pegasus into dancing once she felt comfortable enough.

Pinkie Pie had taken hold of Big Macintosh’s arms and was spinning and twirling around him with an impressive amount of skill. After recovering his footing, he started to dance back, matching Pinkie Pie’s movements as best he could before leaning in to talk to her.

“Thanks for doin’ that,” said Big Macintosh as loud as he could over the roar of the music, hoping that Pinkie Pie could hear him, “I, uh, I don’t like talkin’ about tha work I’m doin’ for tha princess. It’s a real hush-hush project.”

“Don’t mention it Big Mac,” replied the pink mare, standing on her tiptoes so she could reach his ears, inadvertently pressing her breasts against his chest, “actually, since you did mention it, I was hoping you could return the favor by helping me with…oh, oh! I have an idea! Come with me! I want to show something!”

Pinkie Pie took Big Macintosh by the hand and began to guide him away from the girls and the mass of swaying arms and stomping hooves surrounding them, dodging some of the more wildly flailing ponies with cat-like reflexes. Big Macintosh wasn’t as agile, but than again most of the mares and stallions made room for him to pass once they caught sight of his massive form moving towards them. After they were in the clear, Pinkie Pie pulled him towards the front door of Sugarcube Corner, and once they were inside she spread her arms wide to gesture at quite a spectacular sight.

“Ta-dah!” shouted Pinkie Pie, gesturing towards a large chocolate fountain made entirely of different types of pastries, “it took me most of the afternoon to bake and make it, but everypony seems to absolutely, positively love it! Oh, oh, come try it!”

Pinkie Pie took him by the hand once more, leading him towards the titanic tower of candies, pastries, pies, and cakes that dominated most of the sweet shop’s interior. Freeing one of her hands so she could pick up one of the many donut holes that encircled the edge of her concoction, she then proceeded to hold it under the cascading waterfall until it, as well as the tips of her thumb and pointer finger, were covered in chocolate.

“Okie-dokie-loki,” stated Pinkie Pie merrily, her tone dropping several octaves to a more sultry level before she uttered her next words, “now open wide big guy and say ah!”

“Uh, sure Pinkie,” replied Big Macintosh, closing his eyes and opening his mouth just enough to let the party pony slip the treat inside, “ah…”

However, he was completely taken aback when he felt her press her candy-coated fingers against his tongue as well, and when he opened his eyes to look at her face, he instantly recognized the flicker of wanton fire dancing across her eyes. Big Macintosh used his broad tongue to push the ball of dough to the side and focus on her digits first, circling it around them with a practiced technique that left Pinkie Pie in a state of giddiness.

“Wowie Big Mac,” murmured Pinkie Pie dreamily, finally withdrawing her fingers and placing them against her bottom lip, “you’re really, really, really super good at that. I, uh, wanted to ask you earlier if…”

“There you two are!” shouted Rarity from the doorway, marching towards them with a determined expression on her face, “I’ve been searching everywhere. Pinkie dear, I think Vinyl Scratch wanted to discuss some new set list she wanted to add to the show. I told her I’d send you her way immediately once I found you. Don’t worry though darling, Macintosh will be in good hands…”

“Oh, well, alrighty then,” replied Pinkie Pie, visibly deflating from the enraptured state she’d just been in, “I’ll be back in a flash though!”

“Of course Pinkie,” acknowledged Rarity, watching her friend bounce away towards the door in a hurry, “well now, that just leaves the two of us to…talk, doesn’t it, Macintosh? But we should go somewhere private to avoid prying eyes. I do have so many questions to ask you…”

Rarity took his hand and started to walk towards a dark hallway that separated the bakery from the rest of the Cake’s home. Having already made sure that the family had vacated the premises for the evening, Rarity tried to open each door, only to discover that they were all locked. Finally, one doorknob did respond to her machinations with a satisfying click, but once she opened it to peer inside, she was dismayed to discover it was nothing more than a broom closet.

“Well, this is certainly cozy,” observed Rarity, moving a few odds and ends around with one of her hooves to make more standing room, “and why would a closet be filled with saw dust…well, never mind. It shall have to do.”

And with that, Rarity stepped inside, grabbed Big Macintosh by the front of the shirt before pulling him in after her. He heard the familiar hum of magic being used to shut the door, and once they were both enveloped in darkness, he felt her plush lips connect with his own, initiating a passionate kiss that left them both winded once she ended it to speak.

"I wanted to do that the minute I saw you," explained Rarity huskily, lifting one of her legs to wrap around his waist, "but that would have caused quite the stir. Thankfully we're all alone now. I do have a few questions for you though, Macintosh..."

"I, uh, reckon ya do, Rarity," responded Big Macintosh, trying his best not to lose his cool due to her frisky assault, "but can we talk about it later? This don't seem like the best time or place ta be havin' such a conversation..."

"Oh no you don't," asserted Rarity firmly, wrapping herself around him in an even tighter embrace, "I rather like turning the tables on you. I feel as if I've caught a hunky stud in my silken web. Now, be a good boy and tell me all about your trip to Canterlot."

Big Macintosh could feel a few drops of perspiration forming on his forehead, and no matter how hard he racked his brain, he couldn't come up with any excuses.

"I suppose ya got me Rarity," stated Big Macintosh, grimacing at how it had only taken two days on the job before his secret was exposed, "what I was doin' in Canterlot for those three days was..."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Both Big Macintosh and Rarity turned ghostly pale, hoping that if they remained absolutely still and quiet whoever was outside would eventually go away.

"Rarity?" called Sweetie Belle, knocking on the door once more, "are you in there? I need to talk to you."

"Sweetie Belle?" replied Rarity in disbelief, untangling herself from Big Macintosh while straightening out her dress and mane, "what in the world are you doing here at this hour? You should be in bed young lady!"

Rarity motioned for Big Macintosh to hide on the side of the closet the door was hinged to, and after making absolutely certain he was out of sight, she cracked the door open just enough to slip out into the hallway. However, she didn't see Sweetie Belle anywhere. In fact, the only pony she saw was Pinkie Pie standing at the end of the hall.

"Pinkie!" called Rarity, almost knocking her friend over in her haste to get to her, "have you seen Sweetie Belle? I have no clue why she is here, but I just heard her calling my name. When I get my hands on her she's going to get the scolding of a lifetime!"

"Nope, haven't seen her Rarity," answered Pinkie Pie in a completely innocent tone, "maybe she went to go listen to Vinyl's concert? Oh, oh, you should check outside, and I'll look through the house. How about that?"

"Thank you Pinkie, thank you," exclaimed Rarity, grasping her friend's hands in appreciation, "you truly are a wonderful friend. Sweetie Belle! You had better come to me this instant young lady!"

Pinkie Pie cringed a little as she watched Rarity walk away, but she'd mostly made up her mind yesterday morning after hearing the fashionista describe all the wonderful things Big Macintosh had done to her. His finger-licking skills had sealed the deal, and after mimicking Sweetie Belle's voice, a skill acquired after years of entertaining young foals at parties, she went over to the closet door and pressed her hand against a carefully hidden switch in its frame.

Big Macintosh had heard a set of hoofs walking away from the door and a set approaching it, but now all he could hear was what sounded like the whirling of gears spinning against one another. Suddenly, he felt the floor drop out from under him, and he, along with several brooms, mops, and buckets, as well as a cloud of sawdust, plummeted over ten feet through the air before landing on what felt like several sacks of white flour.

Pinkie Pie heard Big Macintosh's body land with a very audible thud onto the safety cushion she'd arranged in the bakery's cellar, and after several seconds of gleefully jumping up and down, she raced towards the staircase. She couldn't believe it had worked! Making sure Rarity saw them leave the dance floor, bringing Big Macintosh inside Sugarcube Corner, locking all the doors in the house except for the closet where she'd constructed a cleverly hidden pitfall...it had all worked perfectly! Pinkie Pie vowed to thank Rainbow Dash a thousand-million-bazillion times for recommending that she read Daring Do and the Mystery of Amusement Park Island. After all, where else would she have learned to build a trap door?

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It took Big Macintosh a few moments to reorient himself after his unexpected freefall, but thankfully there was a small, already light lantern hanging on a nail not five feet from where he was laying. Seeing as how he was surrounded by baking ingredients and cooking equipment, he assumed he must have fallen into the Cake's basement, but how he'd stumbled into such a cartoonish trap, as well as who had devised it, were two concerns that weighed heavily on his mind.

The sound of a door opening somewhere above and a set of hooves clopping rapidly down a set of stairs towards him signaled that he'd soon have his answer though, and Big Macintosh focused his eyes on the corner he knew the mastermind behind this whole contraption would have to round in order to reach him. The tuft of curly pink hair and pair of baby blue eyes that emerged after several tense seconds of waiting confirmed his initial suspicions about the trapsmith's identity. Pinkie Pie was relieved to see that Big Macintosh hadn't been hurt from the fall, and bounced towards him with a reinvigorated sense of accomplishment.

"I'm so, so glad you didn't get hurt Big Mac," exclaimed Pinkie Pie, rushing over to kneel beside his recumbent form, "I mean, I never, ever intended for the trapdoor to hurt you in the first place, but I'm still happy nothing crazy happened on the way down because sometimes really kooky things happen when I try to do something..."

"Woah there Pinkie, just simmer down now," interrupted Big Macintosh, seeing that the light-hearted mare was two seconds away from unleashing an avalanche of continuous thought, "yar right, I ain't hurt at all, but I am a mite bit confused about all this. Why did ya build a trapdoor to begin with?"

"Because it was fun silly!" replied Pinkie Pie with a smile before her expression became a bit more sober, "well, it was fun, but there is another reason too. You see, Rarity made me Pinkie Promise not to tell this to anypony, but you already know, so I'm absolutely positively sure it's okay to tell you."

"Rarity?" repeated Big Macintosh unsurely, his eyes soon widening though at the potential implications of her admission, "wh-what did Rarity tell ya? Nothin' bad, I hope, cause I can explain..."

"Noting bad at all, silly!" interjected Pinkie Pie, rubbing her index fingers together in a sheepish way, "actually, she told me how you did lots of really, really fun things together, and I was possibly-sorta-maybe hoping we could have some fun together too.”

Big Macintosh was speechless. How did the princess know she’d be the one to approach him? He half expected Celestia to appear out of nowhere with a smug, “I-told-you-so” look plastered across her face, but after she failed to materialize, he returned his attention to the blushing mare who was crawling towards him.

“I know you and Rarity are kinda-sorta-maybe seeing each other,” stated Pinkie Pie, starting to unbutton her dress, “but when she started telling me about how amazing you were in bed, I felt really, really hot. Not that I haven’t felt hot before, but it’s been super bad this year. I even got Spike to send a letter to Princess Celestia this morning asking for advice, and she said that I should just be direct with you. That’s why I built the trapdoor, so I could indirectly bring you here to directly ask you about us doing, well, it!”

“Ho-hold on Pinkie,” pleaded Big Macintosh, reaching his hands out to still her fingers, “I understand where yar coming from, but is, um, doing it here, like this, really what ya want?”

“Oh, well, no, not really,” explained Pinkie Pie, her ears drooping to match her now fading smile, “I mean the Cake’s basement is really warm this time of year, but all the other stallions I’ve been with in the past acted kind of weird when I wanted to do lovey-dovey things, so we just kind of finished really quick. Not that I’ve been with a lot of stallions, but I figured you’d be the same…”

It was happening again. Pinkie’s voice was growing inexplicably fainter, and suddenly Big Macintosh saw the world as if it had been placed into a frame that was rapidly moving away from him, shrinking to nothing more than a speck in the distance before widening once more to reveal an all-too-familiar scene from his past…

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“…that’s it Macintosh,” complimented Celestia, sliding her hooves delicately across the marble floor of her bedroom, “you’re doing quite well for a beginner. Maybe we should move on to a more advanced set of steps.”

"Thank ya kindly, ma'am," replied Big Macintosh, his cheeks reddening as he tried to lead his partner through the next set of motions, "but Granny didn't teach me anythin' beyond tha basics, so waltzin' is all I'm really good for at tha moment."

Celestia smiled at him as they made another turn, quite pleasantly surprised that Big Macintosh had actually known how to dance. They'd been sashaying back and forth for almost a quarter of an hour now on this, the second day of his stay in Canertlot, and the princess of the dawn decided it was time to change the music to something less formal. Using her magic, she replaced the current orchestral selection with a much slower, sensual song.

"I am quite fond of this song," stated Celestia, moving her body closer to Big Macintosh so she could lay her head against his shoulder, "but I am surprised you have not made a single remark about how this is all a memory. You looked completely startled last time this happened to you."

"Suppose I got used ta it the first time around," answered Big Macintosh, leaning his head against hers as they started to slowly sway from side to side, "why can I talk now though? I wasn't able ta say a word last time."

"Very clever, as always," replied Celestia, running her hands up and down his broad back, "I might have modified the spell just a tiny bit last time. Watching your facial expressions without sound was quite the surreal experience."

"That sounds like a mighty dirty trick, yar highness," quipped Big Macintosh, moving his hands past the small of her back to rest on her bottom, "but I think I know why I'm here."

"Oh really," responded Celestia, moving her lips next to his ear, "than do tell me, my little stallion, what was the lesson I imparted to you on this occasion?"

Big Macintosh took the initiative to direct them through the set of open French doors that lead onto bedroom's sunset-drenched balcony.

"I remember ya tellin' me that this whole venture wasn't just about satisfyin' the physical wants of tha mares you'd be pairin' me with," recited Big Macintosh, moving his body against hers in time with the rhythm of the music, "that I should also focus on fulfillin' their emotional wants as well."

"Excellent Macintosh," praised Celestia, giving him a small peck on the cheek for his efforts, "and what have you learned about the emotional needs of mares during your time in Ponyville thus far?"

"I think Rarity just needed a stallion to take charge and show her how ta feel like a mare," explained Big Macintosh, now looking down at the white alicorn as he spoke, "not in any sort of demeanin' manner, but just real fiery and raw. Now Pinkie Pie...well, I think she just wants a stallion ta show her a bit a tenderness for once."

"A very astute observation," said Celestia, turning so her back faced the setting sun, "Pinkie Pie is well-known as a mare who loves parties, cakes, and laughter, but very few ponies, especially stallions, look beyond that surface element of her character. However, she truly is a wonderful girl who cares deeply for those around her, and I trust you will show her that you know how to make a mare feel special."

"Yes ma'am," acknowledged Big Macintosh, moving forward to embrace Celestia as the world around him began to fade away, "I certainly do have a few things in mind. First, I thought I might kiss her like this..."

Big Macintosh gently locked his muzzle against Celestia's lips, lovingly teasing open her mouth with his tongue. She responded in kind, initiating a sweet and heartwarming kiss that left them both smiling once it ended.

"I think this was my favorite moment from that day," whispered Celestia, leaning her head against Big Macintosh's chest, "although the evening certainly had its highpoints as well..."

Big Macintosh started to say he felt the same, but the princess had already vanished from his arms. He was heading back to the present like a bolt of lightning, and he braced himself for the wave of dizziness that always accompanied his return...

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"...way. Not that I think you're that kind of pony Big Mac," finished Pinkie Pie, now leaning over his prone form, "Applejack always talks about how kind and sweet you are, and then when Rarity said the same things too I just knew you were the absolutely, positively perfect stallion for me. So even if it's just for a little while, can we, you know, oh! Mmm..."

Big Macintosh had surprised Pinkie Pie when he bolted straight upward and grabbed her shoulders, but even more shocking was the delicate kiss he planted on her lips. She savored the sensation of his moist flesh pressing against her own, and was absolutely beside herself when she felt his tongue seeking entry into her mouth. She parted her lips to grant him access, and for the next few moments they passionately jousted with one another.

"Rarity was right," whispered Pinkie Pie tipsily, leaning back for a breath of much needed air, "you're a really, really, really good kisser Big Mac. Does this mean that we'll..."

"I ain't perfect at all Pinkie, but I can't leave a mare in a pinch neither," stated Big Macintosh comfortingly, cupping her chin in one of his massive hands, "I want ya to know that ya deserve way better than some quick rut though. It ain't right, and don't let any stallion ever tell ya differently."

"Oh...that's one of the sweetest, nicest, warmest things anypony has ever said to me," claimed Pinkie Pie, her expression softening into one of pure contentment, "oh, oh, I'm so excited I could sing!"

"Plenty of time for singin' later Pinkie," said Big Macintosh with a smile, standing up before helping her do the same, "but for now we should get back ta tha party. Will ya meet at tha east side of tha apple orchard later tonight? Right when the moon is hanging high in the sky should do the trick. I know a place where we can enjoy one another's company without all tha rushin' around."

"You bet'cha," replied Pinkie Pie, bouncing up and down merrily, "Oh, I better get back to the girls because they've probably been looking for me, and that probably means they've been looking for you too Big Mac! What are you going to tell Rarity?"

"I'll think of somethin' ta tell her," replied Big Macintosh with a forced smile, trying his best not to let it transform into a grimace, "I wanna tell ya'll so many things right now, but I can't, not yet anyways."

"Oh, okie-dokie," said Pinkie Pie, trying to puzzle out his cryptic last sentence, "well, I'll go ahead and find the others so we can have some more fun at the party before you and I have our fun later tonight! I'm so super-duper happy Big Mac! I almost can't wait!"

The pink mare, now ecstatic beyond all measure, disappeared in a flash around the basement's dividing wall once more, sprinting up the stairs towards the festive sounds emanating from above. Big Macintosh brushed off a few patches of white flour that had puffed through the sacks on account of his rough landing, and after making sure he was free of any incriminating splotches, moved towards the staircase as well. He knew he'd have to speak to Rarity for a bit, as well as Applejack, before he could make his way home, but his mind was predominantly focused on drafting a list of things he needed to retrieve to spruce up the old clubhouse for a romantic rendezvous...

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Big Macintosh leaned back against one of the large apple trees in the east grove, watching the water of the nearby river flow past him a pretty good clip. He knew that the winter snowfall on top of Foal Mountain was melting, streaming down its rocky slopes fill of minerals that would help the Apple's trees produce mighty fine fruit come the summer. It was certainly warmer out this night than it had been in days past as well, but the unnatural brightness of the waxing moon coupled with the ever-growing comet cast long shadows all around him. Looking at the position of the lunar orb once again, he noted how it was well past time for Pinkie Pie to have made her appearance...

"Hiya Big Mac," said Pinkie Pie, appearing out of nowhere and hanging upside down from the bough of the tree he'd been resting against, "I'm really sorry I took so long to get out here, but I had to put up the food and the favors, and then Vinyl Scratch and I started talking about the next big party we were planning on...hey, why do you look so pale? You look like you've seen a ghost or something! Oh, oh, is there a ghost around here!"

"Pinkie Pie," said Big Macintosh hoarsely, his right hand clutching at his heart, "how in tarnation did ya get up there without me knowin'?"

"I just climbed up the tree silly," explained Pinkie matter-of-factly before realizing she was the source of his distress, "Oh Big Mac, I didn't mean to startle you. Well, I kind of did mean to startle you, but only in a fun way, not in a 'oh-no-my-heart-hurts-ah' kind of way."

"It's alright little lady," responded Big Macintosh, a small smile forming on his face, "why don't ya come down from there and I'll show ya somethin' special. I really think yar gonna like it."

"Oh, oh, a surprise!" exclaimed Pinkie Pie, dropping down from the tree right in front of Big Macintosh, "I love surprises! I can't wait to...hey, what are you doing with that piece of cloth? Oh, are we going to play pin the tail on the pony because that seems like a ridiculous thing to do right now, even to me..."

"Ain't no games out here Pinkie," whispered Big Macintosh suavely, stepping behind the pink mare to cover her eyes with his bandana while nipping at one of her ears, "definitely gonna be a bit of play though. Now take my hand and hold on tight."

Pinkie Pie mewled when she felt Big Macintosh softly pinch her delicate flesh between his teeth, and when his big, strong hand tenderly grasped her smaller one to lead the way to their destination, she felt as if she was floating a hundred feet in the air. Although she couldn't see the moonlight orchard around them, the sounds of owls and smells of blossoming plants filled her with a sense of wonder tinged with anticipation. Finally, her guide stopped trekking forward to reach behind her head to undue the ties of her blindfold, gesturing towards their destination.

"This is it," stated Big Macintosh, pressing his body closer against Pinkie Pie's back so he could wrap his arms around her, "I know it don't look like much on tha outside, but I think what's on the inside will catch yar fancy."

Big Macintosh had lead her to the old clubhouse he used to share with Applejack back in their youth, now repurposed by their younger sister Apple Bloom and her friends for their Cutie Mark Crusader club. Pinkie Pie noticed a soft glow radiating from the interior of the treehouse, and being unable to contain herself any further, she sprinted up its entry ramps to find out what kind of surprise was awaiting her. Astoundingly, what she saw through the open doorway rendered her absolutely speechless for the first time in her life.

Big Macintosh had placed dozens of candles of all shapes and sizes in the corners of the clubhouse, illuminating the space with a romantic radiance that shook Pinkie Pie to the core of her being. There was a small gramophone set up on a nearby table, and what looked like a large quilt and cushions piled up around it. She was so entranced by the scene in front of her she didn't even notice Big Macintosh moving past her towards the record player until soft, serenading music began to fill the room.

"I hope ya like it Pinkie," said Big Macintosh fondly, extending an open hand towards her, "maybe enough so that ya'd honor me with a dance?"

Pinkie Pie could only nod and blush as she rested her palm against his, and when he pulled her towards him, grasping her right hand while resting his left against the small of her back, she swooned rapturously. The beautiful, lilting tunes drifting through the air, the romantic candlelight casting flickering shadows against the walls, and the handsome stallion holding her ever so closely...it was what she had always wanted. It was perfect.

"Big Mac," whispered Pinkie Pie blissfully, finally finding her voice, "this really is the sweetest thing anypony has ever done for me."

"I'm happy ta hear that Pinkie," replied Big Macintosh, looking down to find tears forming in the corners of her eyes, "ain't no need ta cry darlin', unless ya think my dancin' is that bad a'course."

"They aren't those kind of tears silly," quipped Pinkie Pie, resting her head against his shoulder with a sigh of contentment, "everypony always thinks I only want to be the life of the party, which I do a lot of the time, but doing this...I wanted to do things like this so much it made my heart hurt sometimes."

"Pinkie..." said Big Macintosh lovingly, freeing his hand so he could place it against her cheek and brush away a tear with his thumb, "I ain't gonna let ya go till that hurt ain't nothin' more than a distant memory..."

The kiss was so innocent at first. Just a stallion and a mare tenderly pressing their lips together, enjoying the intimate point contact between their bodies. Things escalated quickly though when Pinkie Pie, hungrily wanting more, pressed her tongue against his lips, moaning in delight when he parted them for her. Her small pink organ spun around his much darker, larger one in a series of swirls, and soon she felt her back being pressed against the window of the treehouse, its chilly panes sending shivers down her spine.

Big Macintosh showed no signs of slowing down though. His fingers were already undoing the very last buttons on the back of her dress, and his lips were descending down her neck towards her collarbone. Pinkie Pie pulled her arms through the sleeves of her top, letting it fall to her waist and exposing her enormous bust to him, barely contained within the lacy, baby blue bra she was wearing. Big Macintosh, having practiced this skill quite frequently over the course of his tutelage, used one hand to undo the brassiere's clasp while his other one slid the rest of Pinkie Pie's dress down her legs, dropping it to the floor.

Pinkie Pie started to pant heavily as Big Macintosh cupped and lifted her breasts, and when she felt his mouth latch onto one of her sensitive nipples, biting down ever so slightly with his teeth, she let out a loud, throaty moan. His tongue and fingers were driving her crazy, pinching, tweaking, pulling...her knees started to buckle, and without placing her hands against his broad shoulders for support, she would have surely collapsed to the ground in a delirious heap. And still, he showed no signs of slowing down. His kisses descended even further downward, tickling her abs with light pecks before stopping briefly to circle her belly button with his tongue.

Somewhere, in the far corner of her mind where her consciousness now resided, Pinkie Pie felt the familiar sensation of her silk panties sliding down her thighs, but could only wonder what was coming next. The feeling of Big Macintosh's tongue tracing her slit from top to bottom wildly jarred her out of that stupor though, and when she felt his hands sinking into the plump flesh of her flanks, she felt a powerful orgasm rock her body. Her hands shot upward to hold his head in place, fingers intertwining with the flowing locks of his blonde mane. She could feel herself pulsing small jets of moisture into Big Macintosh's mouth, and the recollections of stallions past not being too pleased with her for that unexpected occurrence began to surface. However, when she finally looked down, wholly expecting to see a grimace of annoyance on Big Macintosh's face, she found him lapping at her folds greedily, gulping down every trace of liquid he could find.

Big Macintosh felt the hub of his brain begin to stir up in earnest. She tasted so divine. Her nectar was the consistency of honey, and it tasted of sugar, spice, and her heat all rolled into one. Indeed, the heady brew was serving as a powerful aphrodisiac, and Big Macintosh felt his now unsheathed shaft painfully pressing against the confines of his pants.

"Big Mac, I-I want," stammered Pinkie Pie, finding it hard to form the words she so desperately wanted to say, "mo-more. Please, pretty please..."

Big Macintosh didn't need any further encouragement than that. He had his clothes off and the quilt and cushions he'd brought down in a flash, and after scooping Pinkie Pie up in his arms and setting her down gently on the makeshift bed, he took a moment to admire how beautiful she was. She wasn't slim and lithe like Rarity, but her breasts and thighs were enticingly curvaceous. Also, even though he hadn't been able to get a good look at it yet, he knew from the way his hands had sunk into the ample flesh of her bottom that it would be quite the sight to behold.

Returning his focus to the task at hand, Big Macintosh positioned the head of his stallionhood at the entrance of her marehood, gingerly teasing her folds apart while relishing the look of absolute pleasure plastered across her face. Pinkie Pie spread her legs wider, still wearing the stripped knee high socks she'd had on at the party, and placed her hands under her knees while looking up at Big Macintosh pleadingly.

Ever so slowly, he slid himself into Pinkie Pie's shaking body, watching her eyes go wide while her jaw stretched to let out a gasp of pleasure. Purely out of reflex, she wrapped her legs and arms around his hips and chest, trying her best to keep her wits about her as he reached deeper and deeper inside her. The instant she felt the tip of his rod press against the entrance of her womb though she lost all composure, and while another powerful orgasm rocked her body, she looked up and marveled at how impressive Big Macintosh truly was. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably around his waist, but he was as steady as a rock. Her fingernails were digging so hard into his back that she was sure she would draw blood, but he didn't even so much as flinch. But despite his knee-weakening stoicism, Pinkie Pie could also see genuine kindness and concern in his eyes, and she knew that she'd made the right choice. This is exactly what she had longed for on so many levels.

"Yo-you can move Big Mac," instructed Pinkie Pie entreatingly, although unable to fathom what that sensation would feel like, "pretty please with lots-of-extra-sugar-on-top move, you big, hunky stud."

Big Macintosh's nostrils flared as he began to withdraw his member at her behest, and on his very first return trip he felt Pinkie Pie constrict and roll over him in the throes of her third mind-shattering orgasm.

"Ya gotta be the most sensitive mare..." claimed Big Macintosh between breaths, "...I ever been with Pinkie."

"I hope tha-that's, ah, a good, mmph, thing," replied Pinkie Pie, trying her best to speak between moans, "because it feels, ah, like a really, re-really good thing to me."

"I'm glad little lady..." said Big Macintosh with a grin before a hiss of pleasure caused him to realize how close he was, "but I'm afraid all that squeezin' has put me right on tha cusp of..."

"Oh, oh, yes!" exclaimed Pinkie Pie, thrilled beyond belief at the implication of his words, "po-pour it into me, every last drop!"

Big Macintosh was able to hold on for much longer than he first expected, but after several minutes of steadily intensifying thrusts, he finally felt the pressure in his body build up to its breaking point. With a loud roar of passion, he buried himself to the hilt inside the mare beneath him and let loose with everything he had.

Pinkie Pie kicked her legs out as far as they would stretch when she felt the first spurts of his white hot liquid pouring into her, arching her back at an almost impossible angle as her womb was filled beyond its capacity. She couldn't do anything but writhe in pleasure underneath him as he emptied his essence into her, and it wasn't until both of their bodies stopped shaking that she uttered the only words on her mind.

"This..." whispered Pinkie Pie sleepily, snuggling against Big Macintosh as he drew the quilt over them, "was the greatest night ever..."

To be continued...

Author's Note

First, I want to say that this was a monster of a chapter. Over 15,000 words...I really hope every bit of it is entertaining because I certainly don't want any of you to get bored halfway through (hopefully that doesn't happen though).

Secondly, please help me with corrections. I tried to proofread this before posting, but it is just so massive that I know I missed somethings...probably a lot of things actually.

Finally, I hope I captured Pinkie Pie's personality well. I wanted to make her fun and cheerful with a splash of sexy, so hopefully that comes through in my writing.

P.S. You can blame the other talented fimfiction.net writers for some of the delay with this story. I've been catching up on reading some of the works in my favorites folder, which, of course, were truly awesome time sinks.