One Night At The Barn

The fact that Braeburn was being all clingy and imposing Big Macintosh again didn’t bother much this time. Work was done; time to relax. At the watering hole, Braeburn had moved closer to Big Mac, who seriously hoped for nopony to see them, until coat touched coat. Flirting attacks followed; his cousin started to wiggle his plot and dig the ground with his hooves. Usually, Big Macintosh would have complained about this behavior – his cousin was acting like a mare in heat at the watering hole, next to his home! This time though, Big Mac absolutely didn’t mind.

It didn’t take long to get more close than that when the two stallions entered the barn. Big Mac didn’t even have the chance to light all the candles that were placed all over the barn before Braeburn started to lick his cousin’s cheek. This made him blush a little bit. He didn’t bother with the yellow stallion though and grabbed the pack with matches on the shelf. Minutes later, the barn was dimly lit. The smell of fresh hay filled their nostrils, as well as the now extinguished, already used matches. Big Mac hopped on his “bed”, made entirely of hay, and rolled on his back. He forced a smile onto his face when he saw Braeburn’s look. His eyes were filled with lust. If there was one thing Braeburn couldn’t hide, then it was this look that told every stallion he might come across that his random encounter was (literally) fucked. Braeburn never been gentle over all the years and now and then it was really showing.

“I guess you know what I want. Nice to see you’re prepared!” bantered Braeburn and stuck his tongue out once again.

He slowly licked along Big Macintosh’s body, starting right about his private bits…reaching the belly…right up to the neck and stopping right before the lips. He looked into Big Mac’s eyes.

“So…what is going to happen tonight? You wanted to tell me that, right? I think your cock is pointing into the right direction already…if you know what I mean.”

His cock? Big Macintosh couldn’t see it now, Braeburn sat on him and blocked the view; he guessed he wasn’t wrong about this though.

“You have a point there, cuz. But this is not what I meant. The program for tonight is a bit different from usual.” He struggled, unable to move because Braeburn had pinned him down. “For fuck’s sake, do you have to do that? I can’t move.”

“Oh, I know already about our little program change. And do you know what? It’s goooooood.”

Braeburn pressed his lips on Big Mac’s. That was the second time today and again, Big Mac wasn’t prepared for it. He knew he’d have to give in now. If he could, that was. This time, his body and mind decided against it. The whole situation didn’t turn him on for some reason, something bothered him. Thanks to Celestia, Braeburn broke off after a short time. Big Mac got up.

“Do I have the permission to speak now? I’m such a wussy; I can’t speak up for myself though I lift the heaviest things and have the broadest shoulders in Equestria!” Braeburn curtsied and wiped away a non-existent tear.

“You’re such a silly pony, cuz. I almost laughed. Now listen up before you jump the gun! You were right about the four mugs. Four mugs mean four ponies, if that’s what you assumed. I may tell you, only the best ones were asked to come tonight. Both are attached – one even married. The thing is…they’re bi-curious, I think. Which made them perfect for you – I couldn’t just not ask them. Go right ahead and teach them all you know…after we watched the moon being raised, we shouldn’t miss that. And oh yes! The cider is all for us; I got the rope right here in the corner and some other equipment can be found…”

He rifled through the hay and grabbed the crops and the paddle. “…right here!” They landed in from of Braeburn that couldn’t hide his excitement once again.

“Mhm. It sounds like your two guests aren’t the only ones that should be taught something.”

He inspected the crops more closely between his hooves. What was he doing there? Big Mac trotted closer to him.

“Is there any way I could help you, cuz?”

“Oh, no. I’m alright. I’m just trying something and I think I already found out what I wanted to know.”

There was this look in his eyes again…what happened next went a bit too fast for Big Mac to realize. The stinging pain that shot through his body a moment later told him what Braeburn just had done. He grimaced with pain. Braeburn had checked the length and hardness of the crops! And now he was using the “best” one on him!

“Do you like that? I can see you do!”

He whipped Big Mac’s flank a second time. Shortly after, a third time.

“Aaaahhh…” Big Macintosh moaned as the pain intensified with the two new strokes, causing him to tear up.

“I guess I didn’t promise too much while we were drawing the cart! You should see yourself! I know how much you enjoy this. Since when did you learn to get turned on by pain, cousin? Hmm? It’s just great I brought my saddle bags with me. This is gonna be so much more interesting in a minute.” He struck the crop another time before he began to search for some “fun” in his saddle bags. “Move one inch and it’ll get even more painful.”

He pulled a full harness, a few dildos and butt plugs and a few more things to inflict pain out of his bag. It wasn’t that Big Macintosh would have been unfamiliar with this. Still, he slightly was. Since their last meeting, the harness had changed color. Braeburn always owned this generic brown version. This time though…it was pink. Light pink. He gulped.

“What’s wrong? Any objections? Or should we show your two guests how it’s really done?”

Big Macintosh looked down – an act of submission he was only partly aware of performing.

“That’s a good boy. Exactly what I expected to hear. Well then, let’s get started!”

Braeburn grabbed the bridle he had brought with him. The bit made the red stallion worry a little. He wasn’t sure if he ever saw something this thick. The blinders didn’t look very nice as well. Big Macintosh already sensed that he wasn’t going to see much from now on. It was obvious that this entire bridle only served one purpose: To keep him from talking – or screaming – and to keep him from seeing all the ponies that would stare at him. The last three words kept spinning around in his head. Stare at him. Stare. At him.

His mind already pictured wild things. How many of these ponies out there would recognize him? Would her sister be around them? Maybe Fluttershy? She’d faint if she saw him like that, wouldn’t she? He pushed these thoughts aside for now. As much as not knowing what would happen would bug him, isolation could also be very blissful. You just had to figure out how to enjoy it…

The bridle went on him; Braeburn carefully strapped every part on it tight. The bit was indeed large. He was glad it wasn’t larger than this because he felt like a bit of this size could hurt his jaw after a while. It did a good job, after all, just like the blinders. His sight was limited to everything that was lying ahead of him. He could only see where he was heading to. In order to see the pleased smile Braeburn’s mouth formed, Braeburn had to trot in front of him and repeat it.

Big Mac knew how much fun his cousin had right now. He gained pleasure from doing this to other guys. And, sadly, Big Macintosh himself gained pleasure from being the victim of Braeburn’s torments – why else was he doing it if not for the pleasure the pain and the humiliation gave him?

“Almost done with your beautiful face. It’s a pity I didn’t bring any bows though. Maybe I should ask your little sister if she could lend me some. What do you think? I could even let her put them in your mane. Does that sound good to you?”

Big Macintosh hesitantly shook his head. He closed his eyes, already accepting another stroke. What followed was only laughter. No pain, just laughter.

“Well, well. No problem at all. Let me just quickly apply this and then I’ll work on the rest of your body. You got some pretty collars and saddles hidden in this barn!”

He grabbed the matching light pink reins and attached them to the bit. Tentatively, he pulled on them and led Big Macintosh through the barn, watching him and every step he took. Satisfied with his work, he went on to change the collar to the nicely polished one. The light brown complemented the pink outfit in an acceptable way. It wasn’t pink, but didn’t look to bad next to the bridle.

He put a saddle on Big Macintosh who was unable to see which one it was. From its weight though, he presumed it was the one with many ornaments – the fanciest the Apples owned. What Braeburn was doing next was something that took long. Big Macintosh had no clue this time what was going on. He wanted to complain that they’d be late for the festival.

When he tried to speak, the bit reminded him that he wasn’t allowed to. He whimpered a bit. A crupper, pink again, was the last thing that went on him. With this, Braeburn took his saddle bags, put everything nicely inside and also attached them to Big Mac. He took a rather large butt plug out of them and presented it to him. The design resembled that of a carrot.

“This is going inside you now. Up to the base of course. No complains or you’ll get the crop.”

A feeling of fullness slowly soaked through Big Mac’s body. He realized that his tail remained in a semi-raised position. If anypony took a closer look at him, he…

The cracking whip interrupted his thought. Braeburn trotted off, leading Big Mac right behind him. The party was starting.

***

Where in the world was Shining Armor hiding? Twilight wanted to spend time with him this night! Not that she would have had time for that, but maybe there would have been a moment for both to have some fun. Now where? Where was he? She didn’t see him since he left her library with Rarity for a makeover. A few things were possible now. Perhaps he didn’t want to show her his outfit? Perhaps he went to see somepony else? Perhaps…he and Rarity…spent some time together…doing “things”? Her freshly married brother being seduced by Rarity. She couldn’t believe it. This couldn’t be true.

“Woah, Twilight, why are you so worried? This isn’t the right time for worries! Tonight, we’re going to drink so much cider that we either pass out or can’t move anymore. Here, have my mug. This is gonna make you smile!”

Twilight looked at Pinkie as if she just received a kindle from here as a present. As if Pinkie was handing out strange presents with questionable functions.

“Did you take a sip from this mug?”

“No. I mean yes. I mean…it wasn’t one sip!”

“Oh Pinkie…”

Twilight smiled and emptied the mug off the reel. The golden liquid cleared her throat and washed some of the worries away.

“See? This would make you smile is what I said and what do I see? You smile. Keep this face, it suits you! Oh, look over there! The queue is really short at this stall!”

With these words, Pinkie Pie disappeared. Twilight had to look for Princess Luna, she had almost forgotten about time. The sky was painted orange and lots of ponies had already gathered in front of the stage, where the band was still playing. The bells jingled on her magenta-colored dress. She was one of the few ponies wearing a vivid color tonight. Rarity had attached bells to her dress in memory of her Halloween costume.

“Besides”, the tag on the dress read, “it’ll make everypony aware of you being responsible for the festival so that everypony may show you some respect. You need to be recognized, darling.”

How could she protest anyway since she received the dress through somepony else? Not too long ago, Lucky gave the dress to her with “best regards”. She didn’t have time to complain, so she just put it on. With every step, her whole body jingled. Ponies turned their heads in order to see where the sound came from. A few ponies gave Twilight Sparkle a low bow, expecting her to be somepony special in the Royal Family that they never seen before. She remembered Rarity added this Tiara to her dress. Oh well…

Spike was sitting in the middle of Twilight’s library, playing card games with Spitfire when she entered her home.

“Hello, hope I’m not interrupting anything here, but Spitfire, what the hell are you doing here? Anyway, I couldn’t care less right now because I’m looking for the princess. I know, you haven’t seen her…thank you very much for your participation and good day!” She was about to turn around and leave again.

“Twilight, wait!” Spike looked up from his game. “Princess Luna is upstairs. And I’m playing card games with Spitfire because…”

“…I needed somepony to play poker with. Soarin is busy getting boozed and having fun with Apple Pie. Do you want to join? We’re not using real money…yet.”

Twilight looked at the situation with confusion and wonder. Spike. Poker. Spitfire. Poker. Spike. Spitfire. Poker. In her library. Gambling. Gambling in her library. With Spitfire. And Spike. Something about this stank, didn’t it? Anyway, Luna was waiting…

“No, thanks. I really gotta go get Luna. Don’t miss the sunset, guys. Or should I say the moonrise?” She dashed up the stairs, trying to erase the images she had just seen from her head.

“Luna! Hurry up; you’re gonna be late for the task you’re performing every day. Can you imagine that? I was just one single time tardy and it was horrifying, so come on!” She grabbed Luna’s hooves and pulled her down the stairs. It was then she realized that Luna looked really sick.

“Gosh! Are you experiencing stage fright? I have read about this in so many books! Just give your best and you’ll be alright! I trust in you, Princess.” Did she just say “alright”? The way Luna rolled her eyes woke doubt in Twilight and her words. Also, this white couldn’t be her natural coat color…the princess was about to faint!

“Oh…this…is bad! And I only know one solution to this problem…”

Twilight Sparkle slammed the door to her library open. As it had always been tonight, all eyes were immediately on her. She scanned the crowd, eyes wide open, depicting a look of both worry and insanity at the same time. Her heavy panting added to this obscure scene. Suddenly, she stopped looking around and did nothing for a moment before she burst out in a shout of deafening volume: “PIIIIIIIINKIE!”

“Yes?” Pinkie Pie appeared behind her rump, bending her head in a way that almost allowed her to see Twilight’s face.

“I need your help! Quick!” She pushed Pinkie Pie into her library and locked the doors, leaving all the observers standing outside with blank faces. No one dared to move.

It was a good thing Pinkie Pie always had sweets with her. She saved the day with simple candy; only because Twilight had read in a book that sweets are the cause of horrible toothaches and are also really fattening – and if there was one thing she hated, it was a visit to the dentist. In other words: Twilight refused to keep sweets at home and thus was incapable of treating hypoglycemia – a horrible disaster!

“Oh Twilight, you’re so silly!” Pinkie giggled. “You should have just given her this lollipop! See? You can clearly see how she’s getting better. Like that one time when we had this one pony at Sugar Cube Corner and he also was about to faint and didn’t order anything yet so we…”

“I think I get it; thanks a million, Pinkie Pie! You saved the night for tonight. But since you’re here, I wanted to ask you something. Wait. Are you even listening?”

She wasn’t. Pinkie was busy playing Poker with Spitfire and Spike; all three of them oblivious of their surroundings.

“Luna? Did you listen at least?”

“Yes, Twilight Sparkle. We are listening to thine voice.”

“Well, thanks. But I really need Pinkie Pie to ask something, so…I’ll accompany you to the stage in a minute, alright?”

Again, she considered to shout Pinkie’s name as loud as she could, but she just decided to leave it. She had a better idea, something that would make sure she got the attention she needed. Her horn started to glow in a light purple, then Spitfire’s playing cards magically lifted themselves into the air before they began to circle the room.

“Hey! I was about to get a Royal Flush”, yelled Pinkie.

“Royal Flush? No way! I had that”, Spitfire yelled back.

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Would you please cut that crap? Pinkie, we gotta talk!”

“Oh, do we?”

Twilight facehoofed. “Yes. Just tell me if you’ve seen my brother anywhere! I can’t find him. I thought we’d spend some time together, but he just…disappeared. This is making me really sad. Don’t tell me he’s getting laid with Rarity! Of all the worst things that could happen…”

“…the best thing happened! I know where he is and what he did!”

“You do?”

“Yes, he’s been at Rarity’s place, you know? And she dressed him up!”

“Pinkie, I knew that...” Twilight grunted, annoyed by her pink friend. “Where did he go then? Up to Rarity’s bedroom?”

“No, silly. He went to the spa of course!” Pinkie giggled once again. This seemed to amuse her a lot for some reason.

“Okay, to the spa. And he’s still there?”

“Are you crazy? Of course not! Twilight, sometimes I just can’t understand you.”

“But where is he? You said you knew where he is!”

“Oh, I know where he is. See, after he went to the spa he went back to Rarity! After all, she was the one in charge of making him look good tonight. Right? So she had to give her okay before sending him off. I hope she did a great job; after all he gotta look good tonight!”

“You’re not trying to tell me he’s running around somewhere out there, do you?”

“Nah, I guess he’s already with Braeburn and Big Macintosh.”

“Uh…okay. Thanks for the info, Pinkie Pie. Just keep playing, folks! But don’t miss the moonrise!” Twilight’s horn stopped glowing. The cards dropped on the floor, scrambled all across the floor.

“Princess Luna? Time to go! Your subjects are waiting!”

What the hay did Pinkie just mean by that? Whatever it was, she was determined to find it out. This was her night with Shining Armor; no Apple pony could ruin this – what did Shining want to do with these guys anyway?

***

Shining Armor trotted through the darkest alleys of Ponyville. Every step he took was accompanied by a loud clopping sound that made him really nervous. His hooves! Just his hooves…

Way too often, he turned around to check if somepony was watching him, following him or…worse…recognizing him! He was wearing stuff in public he would rather not want to wear. He wore hoof polish too. His hair! He wore bows in it. All in all, he much more looked like a mare than a stallion, true, but still ponies could recognize him – his job as the Captain of the Royal Guard was at risk! He just wished he wasn’t this hungry right now. No time to stop by somewhere, it was too risky.

Soon, Shining Armor reached a crossing. Ahead of him was lying the stage, right after the road he stood on, taking a bend. It was obvious he couldn’t keep walking that way. First of all he wasn’t alone, then this stupid fact that he was dressed like a call girl and, he knew it, others were seeking for him. The left turn looked rather empty, so he went that way. It was really dark in the alley and nothing bad was hidden in it. So it seemed, at least. When he heard a loud noise while he was walking through this dead alley, the white unicorn almost wetted himself. A little bit later, he found out that he was scared of a trash can he had kicked against. With new courage built up, he kept walking – straight into a couple making out. He decided not to bother and just keep walking. The cutie mark this one mare had looked familiar though. Grapes? Surely he had seen it somewhere before today.

At the end of the alley, Shining found himself at a much busier street. It ran parallel to the last one. The only difference between the two roads would have been that the one the white stallion was on right now wouldn’t lead to the stage – at least not directly.

“Oh, ain’t I lucky. This is the street where we’re meeting. I made it.”

One suspicious look, then he kept on trotting down the road he was on now. It was rather busy, so he focused on the ground this time. His cheeks were soon painted with a light pink, slowly becoming darker. Feeling embarrassed was nothing new to him, still…so many ponies? This was a little bit different. Canterlot was less busy than this most of the time!

At the next crossing, he looked up, straight into the eyes of a gray-coated stallion.

“Shining Armor? Is that correct?”

The nervousness Shining’s counterpart showed made it obvious – this was the pony he was looking for.

“Pleased to meet you. Lucky, I suppose?”

The other stallion nodded.

“Rarity helped me choose my outfit, if you already wondered. We’re waiting for the others, right? Either way, we shouldn’t miss the moonrise!” Shining pointed into the alley to his right, where a part of the stage could be seen.

***