One Night At The Barn

The padlock snapped open. Two stallions entered the barn before the taller and stronger one of them closed the door behind him. Only a small window at the back of the barn, which, of all things, was also almost completely boarded-up, provided some light. The heavyset pony turned to the left and told the other one not to move. A drawer opened, a clicking noise could be heard. A bright beam of light hit Braeburn, causing him to close his eyes.

“Sorry, that wasn’t my intention”, his cousin apologized. “Didn’t know where you were standing. This flashlight can be mighty dangerous…anyway… this is my barn! You should remember how it looks. We partied here last year, too. If you could call that a party…maybe having some sexy time together would be the right way to put it?” Big Macintosh smirked.

“I brought us some cider for tonight.”He spotlighted the barrel. Four mugs were placed on top of it.

“So that’s the surprise?” Braeburn asked. “Four mugs? I see where this is going. What about toys? Other important liquids that are essential to have some fun? And do you have enough rope ready?”

Big Macintosh spotlighted the pile of ropes and nodded. “Eeyup. Now let’s get going, we don’t have all day. We have to finish before the event starts.”

“Well, in any case, cuz…I have some equipment with me. We might need it.”

He winked at Big Mac that didn’t really pay attention, already heading for the door. Always working hard…Braeburn hoped he would care less about that soon or he’d be no fun to play with, in the end.

***

“Magnificent. Truly magnificent, darling. That’s exactly how I imagined it.”

Shining Armor took a look at himself in the mirror after Rarity had given him a forty minute makeover. Forty minutes of standing straight, being unable to move because otherwise it would break Rarity's concentration. The horror, the horror. The weirdest thing about himself now was his hair. You couldn’t see it, that’s what was weird. He was wearing a helmet! How did Rarity come up with that? Also, spikes on his suit? Spikes? He looked like a punk in a semi-fancy disguise.

“Ehhm…Miss Rarity, I’m not sure how to describe my feelings about your outfit.” He looked down, then looked up. Wearing armor was one thing. This on the other hand…was ridiculous.

“Just tell me if there is something wrong. Here to help!” She forced a smile on her face.

It was obvious she was stressed and didn’t sleep for days. The Element of Generosity had overworked herself once again. Another quiet moment followed while Shining Armor was pondering on what to say. On the one hoof, he wanted to be subtle; on the other he just wanted to get something else to wear tonight.

“I guess…it’s not quite what I expected to wear tonight. I was glad I wouldn’t be wearing anything…armor-like. And I just love my saddle. Do you know what I mean?”

“But Shining! What is wrong with the design? It suits you! What else do you want me to come up with?”

“I guess it’s the helmet. I don’t like it, it’s kinda heavy. When you said you’d come up with something special for me, I expected something else. Something…light. Do you know what I mean now?”

Shining Armor looked down. He seemed slightly distressed after that explanation and didn’t dare to look Rarity in the eyes. Then he tried to rephrase what he just said but all that managed to slide out of his lips was an “I'm sorry.” Rarity lifted the helmet from Shining’s head. She looked deep into his eyes.

“No need to be sad, Shining. Do you think you disappointed me? No, you didn’t. I want every costumer to be satisfied, so you’re going to be satisfied too! Tell me exactly what you want; I’ll take your measurements again. We’ll wrap something up. Oh, and before I forget it, I’ll be right back and call a friend of mine. She’s great at haircuts; she’ll make you look fabulous in no time since you don’t want to wear headgear!”

Before Shining Armor could open his mouth again, Rarity had left the room. During her absence, he decided to use the opportunity and look at himself closer; played his muscles, wiggled his plot in front of the mirror, thought about his last hooficure. The last time he had one was for the wedding. Cadance, he believed, made him get one. The sad…or good thing about that was that he had enjoyed it. It took ages for Rarity to come back, so he took a look at the samples next. Dresses weren’t his taste of course, still, for Cadance this would be…

“I hope this didn’t take too long. She’ll be there in a bit, is that okay? Did you think about your outfit yet?” When Rarity noticed that Shining was inspecting the dresses, she giggled. “Don’t tell me you want to wear this dress! Maybe it is your size though…”

“Haha, no!” Shining stuck his tongue out at Rarity, then went back on the podium he stood on before. “I’m not all for dresses. Still, I wonder what kind of lingerie you sell here…” he admitted. His statement accompanied by a smirk.

“Shining Armor, Captain of the Royal Guard! You can’t be serious about this! You’re married and demand naughty clothing although your wife isn’t even around? She’s not in Ponyville, she stayed home! Care to explain what you’re up to? A gentleman doesn’t have affairs…” Eyes filled with indignation pierced the white colt.

“If she only knew about our sex life…” he thought. “This’ll take some time to explain…”

***

Another forty minutes later, Shining was attired in the sauciest thing he had ever seen so far. This could have easily beaten everything in Cadance’s dresser. Where did Rarity keep this stuff? During the last ten minutes, he tried on dozens of different thongs and Rarity had a much bigger collection still hidden somewhere. He went for something in a brighter blue because he really didn’t want to wear anything pink or flamboyant – after all, he was a stallion and not a mare. One thing kept him puzzled: How many of these things did Rarity own for herself? How many for other stallions she knows? He didn’t dare to ask. She also lent him some stockings. She demanded him to wear them or he wouldn’t look as good for his special occasion tonight. When she put them on, he started to blush.

“Uhm…do you really think this is a good idea? Everypony can see these later.”

Rarity raised her eyebrow, glared at him and then continued her work.

“You just told me what this is all about, so I ask of you a little bit of willingness and cooperation. Now let me make you look pretty. Your hairdresser should be here soon and we need to be done before that.”

Rarity finalized her creation with a brand-new saddle, made-to-measure for him. The only thing that seemed to irritate him about it was the fact that there were light blue bows on it, matching his stockings perfectly. Rarity also added some extra lace. When he thought about complaining, he remembered her words and just kept quiet.

“Now look at that! Fabulous, I say. I couldn’t have done better. It’s light in every way, it features some saddle and it makes you extra cute. I’ll put a few more bows in your hair after the haircut. Oh and of course…”

She left the room and returned after a short time with a collar – matching tone again. The light blue collar went around Shining’s neck before Rarity squeed once more at her creation and then left. He could have run away now. Why should he though? He was dressed in inappropriate clothes. So he just waited, let his mane being cut and styled, even waited until the bows were added but then fainted when he heard what was yet to come.

“Shining, you still lack of one thing before you can go and have some fun. Please go to the spa and tell Aloe and Lotus that Rarity sent you. Ask for a hooficure and a little bit of polish in the color that goes with your outfit and then come back and show it to me. You’ll be so pretty tonight!”

“EEEEK! Did I say something wrong? Shining? Shining? Hmm…where did I hide these smelling salts? I’m pretty sure that’ll wake him up. I’m really looking forward to see him later when…”

***

“Now that’s enough, ya hear? We ain’t gonna need more cider than that t’night”, Applejack shouted.

Big Macintosh glared at Braeburn. “Do you know what that means, cousin? Snuggling time is now over – time to pull the cart! ‘N’ don’t you think I’m doing this alone!”

Braeburn showed no reaction. He trotted after Big Macintosh when the red stallion started to walk towards the cart, filled with a whole bunch of cider barrels. Again, he only had eyes for his plot – Big Mac could feel how Braeburn’s glances pierced him. When they reached the front of the cart, Granny Smith was waiting for them to yoke them. Braeburn, not very pleased about the things that were happening to him, put up with his “treatment”. The two stallions eventually left moaning under the heavy weight they had to pull. Big Macintosh broke the silence when his sister and Granny were out of reach.

“On the ropes already? It’s still a long way to go till we reach town hall. Hope you don’t collapse before that.”

He felt like he had to pay it back to his cousin since he got seduced by him earlier this morning. Now the sun was already wandering towards the horizon; small hints of orange painted the sky. The town would be busy when they reached it. Braeburn heavily panted and had indeed a hard time replying to Big Mac.

“Well…you know…for…your sweet…ass, I’d…do anything…cousin!” He forced a smile upon his face.

“Don’t overstrain yourself then! I know you can go for hours, but I’m not so sure about that when you gotta do hard work”, the red stallion countered in a voice that was filled with disregard to Braeburn’s usual activities.

Because he had a hard time keeping up, his cousin decided to keep quiet and just pull harder for a while. As they almost reached Ponyville, sweat painted the coat of the two stallions. Braeburn had lowered his head; he let his tongue stick out. It was now though that he found time to answer him.

“You’re one big liar; do you know that, sweetie? Always acting as if you didn’t like me or my sex drive…do you know what? I hope you’re gonna cry tonight. ‘Cause I’ll be fucking you as hard as I can and I’m going to make you admit how dirty you really are. Do you hear me? I don’t have time to play these fucking stupid games of yours! You’re gay, you’re a cockslut and there’s no way you can hide that! But fine, go on with your little dissimulation thing in front of everypony. At least you let certain ponies enter your backdoor without making it a big deal first – but only in private, oh yes…only in private…you faker!”

This time, Big Macintosh ignored him. Before Braeburn had the chance to snap at him again, they were already surrounded by a bunch of ponies. Small queues already formed in front of the cider stalls – none of them were opened yet. In front of the longest queue stood, you guessed it already, Pinkie Pie who was apparently very thirsty. Rainbow Dash could be seen somewhere towards the end of the line. A few stalls were still getting ready to sell; others, like Roseluck’s flowers, were already prepared.

“It’s a pity the band isn’t here yet”, Big Mac remarked. All he could hear from his cousin was a quiet “Ye” and some mumbling.

At every cider stall, they left a few barrels until the cart was empty. On their way back to the farm, both kept rather quiet. Braeburn only made a remark about all the water he was going to chug when they’d arrive and Big Macintosh told him that they had to get clean and dressed for tonight soon. He also mentioned that they should visit the small barn once again afterwards. It was soon time for the moon to be raised and he hadn’t told him what would happen tonight yet – at the barn, they’d be in private.

***