Farmhand (AiE; Big Mac, cute)

What if your husbando bullied you?

>Be Anon
>Be on AJ's farm, collecting baskets of apples
>Got about four of them loaded on the wagon when Big Mac trots over
"Hi Big Mac..."
>You smile and nod toward the big stallion
>He stops by the wagon, looks to you, then back to the wagon
>He kicks one of the wheels, tipping it over
>Apples go everywhere
>"Whoops, sorry"
>He trots along, stopping only to kick dirt at you with his back legs before leaving
>.....what the fuck...?

>Another day, Another apples
>Carrying a bushel to the market
>Special order for the Cakes, they needed the sweetest ones for Nightmare Night
>Struggling a little
>Over the top of the bushel you see Big Mac
>He's coming the opposite way pulling a wagon
>You really can't say hi, the bushel is heavy and--
>Whoa..fuck!
>Something tripped you and you and the apples go everywhere
>Stumbling around you start packing them up
>Big Mac standing over you
>You can barely see him smiling
>"Watch where you're going, you scuffed my hoof"
>He kicked more dirt on you and continued on his way
>You collect the rest of the apples and look back toward him
>Did he really trip you?
>Why's he being such a jerk?!

>Sitting under a tree, eating your lunch
>Working all day, its your favorite thing to do
>Just you and your sandwich
>You're about to take a bite when the tree shakes
>Apples come tumbling down onto you
>You're pelted with the hard fruit and have to jump on your feet in a hurry
>In the process you drop your food
>Fucking shit!
>"Oh, were you sittin' there? Ah didn't see ya."
>Big Mac again
>He bucked the tree!
>"Ya'll need to be careful where you decide to sit."
"You need to look where you're bucking!"
>You've been nice and quiet about this but enough is enough
>"Ah'm sorry ya'll feel the need to be lazy on your shift but mah sister ain't gonna 'ppreciate you bein' paid for napping under our trees"
>You bite your lip, your blood beginning to boil
"I wasn't napping! I was having my lunch! And it's ruined by the way!" Maybe I should tell your sister that her brother is a big asshole!"
>Big Mac chuckles
>A really low, really deliberately mocking chuckle
>"Well you're in a mighty fine pickle then. But Ah reckon you consider who mah sister is gonna believe if you go runnin' to her."
>He steps on the remains of your sandwich and looks up at you
>His eyes are calm
>He knows as much as you do you need this job and AJ is already stretching the budget paying you what little she does
>He nods toward all the apples on the ground
>"Ya'll better clean up that there mess before you get back to work, stringbean."
>He spits on the floor and walks away

>The next day, you opted to have lunch with AJ rather than by yourself
>Despite BigMac's warning, after thinking it over, you told AJ everything
>This wasn't a friggin' Saturday morning cartoon and you weren't a 10 year old in school
>Enough is enough
>"Ah wouldn't stress it, Anon, he's just being protective"
>She pushed some of her salad around, trying to find something specific in the sea of green lettuce
>"But Ah gotta tell ya, Ah can't believe he's being this stubborn bout you working here. He was all for it when Ah brought it up last week"
>Smiling, her fork rises with a cherry tomato and she bites into it
"Hope he gets over it soon then..."
>"Ah'll talk to him if he don't. Mah brother is a good pony, Ah dunno what got into him."
>You feel something warm on your leg
>Huh?
>You turn your eyes downward
>AJ is rubbing her hoof along your calf
>You look back up and she's smiling still, eating her salad like nothing is going on
>Till those big green eyes of her's find yours and she winks
>Son of a bitch, it makes sense now!
>Big Mac was mad that his sister has the hots for you!
>"So...Anon, that the only reason ya'll came out to see me?"
>She tossed her mane, a sea of blond hair tumbling along her neck
>That would be attractive to you if you weren't...
"AJ, you're a pretty mare and I'd be into this if I wasn't gay."
>"Pardon?"
"I..umm...prefer stallions."
>You rub the back of your neck
>She sighs and drops her fork into her bowl
>"Well ain't that a kick in the old breadbasket...ya'll sure don't act it"
>You raise an eyebrow and take another bite of your food
>She blows a strand of hair out of her face and goes back to her salad
>"....ya sure, Anon? Ah mean, how else can you be sure unless ya--"
"AJ, trust me, I know."
>"Well shucks, that's a darn shame. Was gonna put the moves on ya'll and everything!"
>Finish lunch, head out to the fields
>Have to prune a tree in the east
>When you get there, Big Mac is already waiting
>Groaning, you hold the pruning shears a little higher
>Maybe he'll go away if you look a bit menacing
>No such luck, second you arrive he kicks over a barrel filled with fertilizer
>"Ya'll brought the wrong tool, Anon."
>He lifts his hoof to point to the mess then back to your shears
>"Think you need a shovel to--"
"Big Mac enough. I'm not interested in your sister!"
>He froze and blinked a few times before he rested his hoof back on the ground
"I had lunch with her. I told her all about how you're acting and she made it clear why you might be acting a little...protective."
>You walked a little closer, some urge from home telling you not to put the shears down
"But I'm gay, alright? I don't like mares like that and I've done nothing but been nice to AJ and the rest of your family. So can you drop the macho big brother facade already?"
>That felt good, even if your heart was beating a little faster than you'd like it
>You swear you saw a small smile on his lips but he quickly turned his head toward the ground
>He kicked at the dirt and snorted
>"Ah...Ah'm sorry, Anon."
>He lowered his ears and looked away
>"It's always been apple family on these here lands, Ah never liked strangers. Especially ones Ah thought were fancying my sister..."
>Your fear of him reacting harshly to your sexuality gone, you lowered the shears and got down on a knee
>Big Mac hardly could see over your navel when he was standing at full height
>"Ah hope ah can be a better pony to ya, Anon"
>He looked back to you
>You nodded and offered your hand out
"Say we start fresh today?"
>He nods and places his hoof in your hand
>You give his leg a good squeeze and shake his hoof
>His eyes go a little wide, and his cheeks flush the tiniest bit darker than the rest of him
>He must have been surprised by your grip, you wager
>"Ah....Ah'll.....Ah'll clean this here mess up!"
>He takes his hoof back and gallops off
>You turn your attention back to the tree, retrieving your shears and getting to work
>You ponder how AJ even did this with just her mouth as branch after branch was cut free and fell to the ground
>Big Mac eventually returned with not only a shovel for the fertilizer but a tray on his back with lemonade
>He offered it to you and you gladly accepted, drinking your glass rather quickly
>He was very polite, even standing there waiting for you to finish drinking before sipping his
>Southern hospitality at its finest, right?
>He got to work on the fertilizer while you moved on to another tree
>It got a little two quiet so you started up some conversation
>Good to keep the friendly vibes going, ya know?
"So...what's there to do for fun around here?"
>He stops shoveling and puts the tool down
>"Umm...Ah...there's some waterin' holes Ah go to sometimes. Ah...could show ya if ya'll were into that sorta thing."
>He's still a little ashamed, you can tell with how much he's fidgeting about and not looking at you
"Sure. Lord knows if I get ambushed by Pinkie Pie and dragged to another one of her parties I'm going to scream"
>You laugh
>Pinkie's parties were great if you were still five years old but after a long day of working outside you'd kill for a beer and some quiet
>"So umm...Ah'll take ya there after work then?"
"Yea, thanks Big Mac. Meet you at your place?"
>"Eyup, sure thing, Anon....All done here!"
>He tosses the shovel on his back and gallops off again, rolling the barrel with him
>Well this was a good end to an otherwise shitty day
>...shut up, Carlos
>Moving to the next tree, you continue your work, dreaming about that cold beer
>Your shift ends and you head home to shower and put on nicer clothes
>The farm doesn't exactly leave you smelling all that great, plus the hot water eased your muscles after all that labor
>After a quick scrubbing and a change, you hoofed it back to the farm
>When you got there, the sun was beginning to fall below the horizon
>Right on time
>Big Mac was standing outside by his front door, tail swatting back and forth
>His trademark yoke was gone and...did he comb his mane?
>He was looking around, for you no doubt, and when he sees you approaching he nods and closes the distance
>He's not dressed up or anything, and it relieves you that you only wore jeans and t-shirt
>"Howdy, Anon. Glad you could make it."
"Me too. I really could use a cold one."
>He smiles and nods down the road
>You and him walk along, silent at first
>He's the one to break the ice this time
>"So Ah been told by my sister that ya'll like cards?"
>You tell him some stories from school, playing five card draw using hot meal vouchers as money
>He seems to enjoy listening so you continue with a few other choice stories from college, mostly involving you and your buddies getting into trouble
>When you finish a small anecdote about wingmanning for your friend, he finally has something to say
>"Ah thought you said you was...ya know, queer"
"I am? Doesn't mean I can't help a friend get laid."
>"Oh...Anon Ah gotta say, you sure hide it well."
>You roll your eyes
"I'm not hiding it, I just don't bring it up unless I'm interested in someone. Or someone think's I'm trying to date their sister"
>You lighten things up a little and poke him in the ribs
>He tenses when you do and jumps a little
>"Oh...haha of course, Anon, I reckon Ah didn't mean to be such a sour apple to ya"
"Buy me a drink and we'll call it even"
>He chuckled a little and turned away
>It was cute how he's so skittish around you now
>Maybe he needed a friend too?
>"Here we are"
>He took you to one of the side roads off main street to what looks like a jazz club
>"Ah hope you like music of this sort. Ah think it's relaxin'"
>Can't argue with that
>He opens the door for you and you look around
>The place is dark, a little smokey, and some blue pony with a sax is setting up on the stage
>How did you live here for a month and not know about it?
"I like it already, not a balloon or a cannon in sight."
>Big Mac giggles
>"Ah reckon mah sister's friends can be a little...strange sometimes"
"I reckon that's the understatement of the year"
>You poke him in the shoulder
>He smiles and looks to the floor again
>You don't notice, you're pushing through some ponies to get to the counter
>He follows and when he gets he there orders you both a cider
>You reach for your pocket but he shakes his head
>"On me, Anon. Call us square for all my misbehavin'"
>You smile and he pushes a cold mug of foamy goodness into your hand
>He clinks his mug to yours
"Fresh starts?"
>"Fresh starts"
>The cider is weak but nothing like something cold and fizzy after a long day outside
>You sit on the barstool and sigh happily
>Big Mac takes a stool next to you
>"Ya'll don't want a table, Anon?"
>You shake your head
"Only gonna have one then head home. Your sister expects me at sunrise tomorrow"
>"Oh ah...Ah talked to her bout that. Ya'll are good for tomorrow."
>You cock your head slightly
>"She..umm..she said you were so skilled with those pruners that you did a weeks worth of trees so fast, so you earned a day off!"
>His dark green eyes met yours and his cheeks turned a deeper shade of red
"Thanks?"
>"Eyup"
>The big pony smiled again, but covered it with his mug
>That was nice of him
>But for the first time you began to suspect something else was going on
>You looked around the club, taking it in
>For the first time, you noticed there was colts everywhere
>In fact, there were only two mares in the entire place, and they were clearly together
>Wait a minute...was this....?
>The lights dimmed a bit and the blue pony began his set
>The music is quite good and knowing you have tomorrow off lets you relax even more
>But despite everything, your mind was still trying to process what happened in the last twelve hours or so
>Big Mac, the pony whom not yesterday was kicking over your stuff and generally being a douche, took you to a gay bar
>Granted, it was a very subtle gay bar with good music and drinks but...still, talk about a 180
>Eventually you did move to a table for another drink and bite to eat
>It was one of those half booths built into the wall, so you and him sat on the same side
>To Big Mac's credit, he only smiled and made small talk, not once even trying to make a move
>Not like his sister who was playing foot...hoovies with you in the middle of the day
>Though when he came back from the restroom, he sat much closer to you than he had when you first moved
>His big, fluffy butt was pressed so very slightly against your own
>You took mercy on him and didn't move away
>You didn't quite knew how you felt about all this but you weren't in the business of making anyone feel rejected
>When the second band finished their set, the lights got a little brighter
>"Are ya having a good time, Anon?"
"Yea, I like jazz"
>"Eyup. Ah had a feeling ya did"
>You take a slow sip from your mug
"How long have you been....coming to this particular bar?"
>Big Mac looked to the table and swirled the liquid in his mug
>"Long as Ah knew bars like this were round"
"Does your sister know?"
>"Eyup. Sometimes Ah think she knew before Ah did"
"So...you always come onto other guys by knocking their wagons over?"
>He sighs through his nostrils and his ears droop a little
>"Ah wasn't lying when Ah said I was protecting AJ. But, Ah was also kinda jealous. You're quite the handsome sort and Ah was sure you preferred the company of mares."
>He looked toward you and between the dark twinge of his cheeks, his freckles, his slightly sad green eyes and the small smile, you felt your heart begin to melt
>To be fair, it wasn't love you were feeling, more like flattery
>But he looked cute and vulnerable, putting his feelings out there like that
>Doubly so considering how strong and otherwise silent he was
>Not wanting to go too far but not wanting to leave him hanging either, you reached behind him
>You let your fingers run through the mane on his neck and slowly down his back, a reassuring pet as if to say you weren't regretting giving him a chance
"You're a good pony, Big Mac."
>His smile broadened
>You could feel his fur prickling under your touch and can only imagine what was going through his head
>You weren't in Equestria very long so the need for this sort of companionship hadn't really struck you yet
>More pressing matters like food, shelter, and income were larger priorities
>But with those taken care of, was it time to do something as normal as dating?
>Even if it was going to be with a small pony who barely saw above your navel?
>Did you even feel remotely as strongly as he does?
>"Do ya'll want another cider, Anon?"
>Big Mac interrupted your thoughts, his hoof not-so-subtly resting on the top of your other hand
>He nodded toward your drink and used it as an excuse to scoot a little closer
>His body was leaning on you now, it felt so warm and surprisingly soft for a workhorse like himself
>Under that coat of fur you felt his powerful muscles tense and relax as more of you came in contact with him
>You politely declined another drink, the last thing you wanted to do was get tipsy tonight
>He agreed and rested his head on your shoulder
>The lights began to dim again and another band was beginning their set
>You slipped your hand on his shoulder and he let out a content sigh
>The final band finished their show and Big Mac struggled to hold in a yawn
>You chuckled and rubbed his back
"Tired?"
>He swallowed and shook his head
>You didn't have the heart to tell him he nodded off a few times through the last performance
>It's understandable, you were struggling too
>Typically you would have been in bed an hour ago, you doubt Big Mac was much different
>"Ah'm just..."
>Another yawn stopped him mid sentence, one even he couldn't hold in
>You smiled a little but you felt yourself yawning too
>The lights came on a lot brighter and ponies began to get up and file out
"Ready to go, big guy?"
>He sighed and nodded, a little sad about having to move after his little nap
>Or maybe it was moving away from your touches
>You weren't going to lie, you had gotten quite comfy with that big lug leaning on you
>As you made your way outside, the cool night air greeted you
>You sucked in a long breath through your nose and sighed happily
"I had a great time, Big Mac. We'll have to go out after work again some time."
>His ears perked up and he seemed a big shocked but you saw his tail swish back and forth happily
>Sheesh, he can be adorable for such a rugged pony
>"Ah reckon we will, Anon. Mind if I walk ya home?"
>You smiled
"Lead the way."
>The two of you walk a lot slower than you did earlier, stopping more than once along the way
>Sometimes to laugh at a joke, others to let him tell you about a particular store he liked
>He never strolled more than a few inches from you, staying close enough so your hand could rest gently on his back
>Every so often you'd run your fingers up his neck and scratch your way back down
>He'd nicker and close his eyes, nuzzling your stomach afterward
>But before you knew it, you were in front of the stairs leading to your little apartment complex
>"Looks like this is you, Anon"
>His ears drooped when he spoke
>You looked to the door and back to him
>His eyes pleaded for you to say something other than goodnight
>Decision time, Anon
>Do you let him down easy, play the oblivious card, call him a good friend and break his heart, or do you invite him up?
>One thing was sure, you weren't quite ready to do anything too intimate with him
>Call it old fashioned but you'd prefer to get to know him first
>But that doesn't mean you had to leave him outside...right?
"Do you wanna crash here tonight? Your place is a bit of a hike and you look exhausted."
>He lifts his head, ears perking straight up and a gleam on his face
>He nods and makes his way to the door as you unlock it
>"Thank you kindly, Anon."
"Don't mention it."
>You make your way inside
>Your building has four apartments, yours on the first floor past the stairs
>When you get the next door open, you hold it open to allow him to pass before going in yourself
>Your place isn't much, Twilight did what she could using her Princess money or whatever to get you set up
>A couch, a coffee table, a kitchen and a bed
>The only separate room was the washroom behind the kitchen
>Incentive to make a good living, you told yourself every time you got home
>"Ah like it, Anon. Cozy an' quiet."
>You chuckle and shake your head
"You're sweet but save it. I've seen your house. This is like a closet compa--"
>You're abruptly stopped by Big Mac
>The second you closed the door he picked himself up on his back legs and pressed his lips to yours
>You've never kissed a pony before and weren't quite expecting to do so tonight
>His weight is surprising and he nearly knocks you on your back if it weren't for the door
>His lips are thicker and warmer than human lips, but his kisses are gentle and soft
>His forehooves clumsily hook on your shoulders to support himself as he plants smooch after smooch on your mouth
>You cup his cheek, stroking it softly, allowing yourself to enjoy the moment
>When you pull away, his eyes are half lidded and sultry
>"You're....mighty strong, Anon"
>He goes for another kiss but you move your neck back
>He opens his eyes completely and a flush of embarrassment creeps on his cheeks
>"Anon...Ah...did Ah..?"
>You shake your head and pet his neck reassuringly
"I'm...not quite ready for that, that's all. I like you, Big Mac, but I don't wanna dive into something too fast and..."
>He nods and lets himself down
>You could tell he was disappointed by the way his ears rested
>"Ah'm sorry if Ah did anything wrong, Anon...never courted before...."
"Nothing you did, Big Mac, I promise."
>You ruffle his mane and give one of his ears a scratch
>He closes his eyes and lowers his head slightly, enjoying your affection but you could see the embarrassment written on his face
>He looks between you and the door, then his eyes turn downward
>"Should Ah....see myself..?"
"No, you can stay."
>"Are ya sure Anon, Ah mean...Ah don't wanna be a bother..."
"You're not a bother....you're the first pony to treat me the way I like being treated."
>The tiniest of smiles creeps back on his lips
>"You really mean that, Anon?"
"I do. Your sister and her friends are nice but you said it best. They're a little...much."
>You rub under his muzzle, lifting his head a little so you could look into those cute green eyes
"I like you, Big Mac. I bet you're wonderful to cuddle with."
>His smile widens and he nods his head rapidly
>You motion toward your bed, ridding yourself of your shirt and pants on the way
>You keep your boxers on though, no need to torture the poor guy
>He cautiously pushes at your mattress with a hoof
>You waste no time jumping in
>He blushes and rubs the back of his neck
>"Would it be too much to ask if ya'll were big spoon?"
>You nodded, laying on your side and patting the mattress.
>He blushed and climbed up, stretching his legs out on the bed and shimmying his back toward you
>You close the distance, letting his back press into your chest and your run your arm along his foreleg
>"Thank you for...letting me stay, Anon. Ah'm afraid my house might be big, but my family ain't the biggest on privacy"
"Thanks for the good time tonight...and understanding"
>Your hand finds his hoof and you give it a squeeze
>You can't see from where you're laying but the way he curls himself tighter into a ball and wraps his other hoof around your hand, pulling it to his chest...
>He must be blushing again
>You pull your legs up, resting them gently under his, and his rump finds that bend in your hips to nestle in
>His tail lifts slightly, his butt wiggling into place against your hips
>It was your turn to blush
>You take a slow breath, that rear of his mushing against your hips
>The firm muscles of a lifetime of applebucking were covered with just the right amount of chub and fur, making his butt the perfect combination of round, perky, and squishy
>You bit your lower lip, your length beginning to swell to life
>Big Mac squirmed his rear again before he sighed and rested his head on a pillow
>You carefully pulled the covers over you two
>"Goodnight, Anon~"
>His usual southern drawl had a hint of seduction in it as he gives his hips another wriggle
>He must have felt your member begin to rise and slip between his cheeks, because he squeezed them together this time, as if give you a preview of what he could do
>You feel beads of sweat begin to form on your brow as your thoughts wandered
"Goodnight,Big Mac"
>You close your eyes, resting it on the pillow
>Big Mac's body is nice and warm, his fur soft, his breathing slow and calming
>It doesn't take long before you feel yourself drifting off to dreamland
>But just before you do, when you're sure he's snoozing
>You run your hand down to his rump, right above the dock, and give it a nice squeeze
>Just to see what you were abstaining from....
>....fuck....
>...maybe tomorrow...

~ End ~