Night came, Granny Smith was asleep, and there would be no chance of her hearing any hoof-steps. Applejack and Apple Bloom were sleeping in their own bedrooms, in their own equestrian dream worlds. Big Mac was wide awake, not being able to sleep thanks to his erect stick. He removed the bowl, with its stench, from the basket and placed the liquescent spoil in a larger bowl that would fit any stallion’s shaft. Fluttershy’s vomit surprisingly had filled quarter of the larger bowl. “Dangit, Flutta-shy, how much did you actually upchuck!?” He disregarded the excessive amount and began humping the regurgitation.

The spew sloshed and slashed around the bowl and Big Mac’s hose. He was instantly excited in a sexual way. Some of the fluid had dripped out and slurped inside his urethra, which he was unaware of. The mix of food and cum felt great to Big Macintosh. He was going to treasure this vomit forever, even if the girls complained.

Apple Bloom and Granny Smith were fast asleep. Apple Bloom was dreaming about gaining a cutie mark in apple bucking, like her brother, sister and grandmother before her. Granny Smith was fantasizing about being young again, in her sleep. Applejack had just woken up and had to go for what she said was the “greatest piss ever”. She was wondering where those rhythmic sloshing and tapping noises were coming from. She walked nearer to the source, which was Big Mac’s room. She leaned her ear to the door to hear the noises. They had suddenly stopped as this was the time that the stallion was climaxing and unleashing his liquid life.

He wasn’t unable to get up, but he couldn’t bother from moving from his love. Applejack swiftly opened the door to see the end of horse-on-bowl of vomit action. Big Mac held a shocked expression now he has been caught in the act. Applejack was furious at her brother’s supposed sexual attraction to inanimate things. “BIG MAC, WHAT IS IT WIT’CHA KINK FOR NON-MOVING THINGS!?” scowled an angry Applejack. “FIRST IT WAS TWILIGHT’S SMARTY PANTS, THAT SHE GAVE TO YA AND CASTED A SPELL UPON TO MAKE IT FUCKABLE BY YOUR STANDARDS… because she’s a good friend and all that… NOW THIS… YOU ARE FUCKING A BOWL!?” Big Mac was speechless at this point. “Wait a minute… what’s that smell?”

She moved the bowl from her brother’s horse meat to see a mixture of regurgitation and ejaculation. “Hold on… IT WASN’T THE BOWL, IT WAS THE REGURGITATE!” Applejack fumed, in an fuming tone again. “BIG MAC, WHY ARE YA NOT INTO ACTUAL PONIES!? NOT EVEN ME! DID WE RAISE YOU WRONG!? IS THIS WHAT YOU’RE GONNA DO INSTEAD OF IMPORTANT WORKING, LIKE, LIKE, APPLE BUCKING!”

“Now you shut your mouth, sister!” responded Big Macintosh. “This will only happen during mah break,ah would never let Smarty Pants or that lovely, sexy upchuck… get in the way of mah job!”

“But… but… it’s midnight! Y’coulda woken Apple Bloom or poor Granny Smith wit’cha racket!” fumed his sister again. “Y-y’know what? We’ll talk about this tomorrow!”

Big Macintosh could not sleep that night. “Ah… Ah can’t control my fetishes…” he quietly spoke to himself. “Maybe they ain’t right for the average pony like me…” He dosed off into his dream world, which turned into an exaggerated dream of him performing intercourse with the larger Smarty Pants plush that Twilight casted spells upon, creating a patch of wetness on the duvet and blanket whose source was his dowel that night.

Celestia raised the sun while Luna descended the moon. Big Mac woke up depressed from what had happened with him and Applejack. On the floor was coffee and apple pie baked by the orange pony in conjunction with the Cakes and Pinkie Pie. He gobbled the pie, which tasted delicious in his opinion, and drank the coffee, buzzing him so he can be detached from his bed. To his wonder appeared the mare he argued with. “Look, Big Mac, Ah know you may still be mad at me but… Am sorry,” Applejack apologised to her brother. “Ah should’ve accepted that you… uh… love other things… now I understand why Twilight was kind enough to grow Smarty Pants and give it to ya.” “It’s okay,” the stallion answered to his honest sibling. “Wanna go apple bucking? I need to repay you for the racket I made last night,” he asked. The two collected apples by bucking them with their back hooves and dropping them inside clean baskets.

The end.

Author's Note

THERE ARE PARAGRAPHS THO