Big Mac’s Family Dinner

Big Mac’s Family Dinner

    “Big Mac’s got a girlfriend!  Big Mac’s got a girlfriend!  Big Mac’s got a girlfrieeeeend!” Applebloom teased.

    “Applebloom, shut up!” Big McIntosh hollered.

    “Now Applebloom,” Applejack said.  “Hush your mouth.  Can’t you see big brother is busy...,” she snickered, “cooking?”  She laughed.  Big McIntosh glared at her.  “You know how difficult it can be cooking... pasta!” Applejack burst out in laughter and Applebloom joined her.

    “It’s agnolotti!” Big McIntosh defended himself.  “I made it from scratch and stuffed it myself.  Besides, it’s just one of my side dishes.”

    “It’s gonna be your main course if you keep burning your other ones,” Applebloom said.  The two fillies nearly fell on the floor from laughing so hard.  Big McIntosh’s nostrils flared and he stomped at the kitchen floor.

    “Now stop it, the both of yous!” Granny Smith called out from her favorite spot at the breakfast nook.  “Ain’t either of you fillies got any sense?”  Applebloom and Applejack blushed.  Big Mac started to calm down.  “I say it’s about time Big McIntosh brought a filly home to meet the family.  Good for him.  You know, some day the two of you will be bringing home your boyfriends.  I may not be sharp, but I’ve got a long memory.  I can make you both look dern foolish in front of your beaus iffin’ I want to.  So you better be able to take it if you can dish it out.”

    The two fillies hung their head.  “We’re sorry, Granny Smith.  We’re sorry, Big McIntosh,” they both said simultaneously.

    “That’s more like it,” Granny Smith went on.  “And you’ll both be lucky if you can find a beau as sweet and kind as Big McIntosh.  Cookin’ a home-cooked meal for his sweet heart.  Fellas like that don’t come along every day.  Uh... Big McIntosh?”  Big Mac looked over, a sheepish smile on his face.  “Yer pot is boilin’ over.”

    “Ah, dammit!” Big McIntosh cursed and rushed over to the stove to turn off the heat.  Both of his little sisters burst out in laughter again.  Big Mac, flustered, turned to them, reared, and bellowed.  They both fled from the kitchen, laughing and screaming at the same time.

    Granny Smith got up from her spot and walked over to him.  “Don’t pay any mind to those two silly fillies,” she said.  “They don’t know any better, they’re just trying to get your goat.”

    “I know, I know,” Big Mac grumbled.

    “Now you sure you don’t want any help?  Sure feels queer to be sitting around while somebody else does the cooking in my kitchen.  You’re doing an awful lot and it would be a lot easier if I could help.”

    “Thank ya kindly, Granny,” Big Mac said.  “But I wanted to do this all by myself.  Even if I burn the roast and over-salt the vegetable, at least I gave it my all, you know?  I really want to impress her.  Ah think she’s worth it.  Besides, I’m almost done.”  Big McIntosh knew he could never match the gourmands employed at the palace, but at least he could try.

    “Did I ever tell you how sweet you are?” Granny looked up at him.  He blushed.  “You remind me of your grand daddy.  A real romantic.”

    “Thanks, Granny,” he said, trying to juggle several cooking pots at the same time.

    “So you going to tell me who she is?  Is she that nice Carrot filly from the Top family over yonder?”

    “What?  Granny, no. I told you I wasn’t going to say who it was.”

    “Is it that aquamarine unicorn with the harp on her flank?”

    “No.”

    “That rainbow-haired pegasus?”

    “No!  Granny!  Listen, she’ll be here any minute.  You can see for yourself soon enough.”

    “Hmphf!” said Granny.  Feeling dejected, Granny decided to set the table for Big Mac out of spite.  Big McIntosh was right, she didn’t have to wait long.

    “She’s coming, she’s coming!” Applebloom hollered from the front room.

    “Ah here somebody coming up the steps,” Applejack said.

    “Let me get the door!” Big Mac called from the kitchen.  The door bell rang at that moment.  Big Mac came hustling out of the kitchen.  He realized he was still wearing his apron.  He went back into the kitchen to take it off.  When he came out, he saw Applebloom and Applejack trying to stifle laughter, so he shot them one last look.

    Big McIntosh swung open the door and his heart skipped three beats.  “Uh, hey,” he said.  He couldn’t say any more than that, his smile was stretched too far back to his ears.

    “Hi, Big McIntosh,” Luna reached up and kissed him on his cheek.  She smiled.  Luna looked absolutely radiant standing on his front porch, back lit by the early evening sunlight.  “Thank you for inviting me to dinner.”

    “Uh, thanks for coming.  Please, come in, come in.  Let me introduce you to my family.”  Luna strolled across the threshold and smiled at everybody.  They had lined themselves up to meet Big Mac’s girlfriend.  They hadn’t expected a princess.  Applebloom and Applejack’s jaws were hanging open in total surprise. Granny Smith was reflexively curtsying.  It was something she had prepared for her whole life.  When she was a little filly, she had asked her own grandmother why she had to work so hard keeping the house clean.  “Because some day the princess might visit unexpected, and you wouldn’t want her to see a dirty house, would you?”  It was an argument that went back many generations.  She had lived her long life by it.

    “Everybody,” Big Mac said, “this is Princess Luna.  Luna?  This is my little sister Applebloom.”

    Applebloom curtsied.  “Hiya!”

    “And this is my other little sister, Applejack.  I think you’ve met.”

    “Hello,” Applejack curtsied, blushing.

    “And my grandma, Granny Smith.”

    “Your majesty,” Granny Smith said, trying to bend even lower.

    “I’m very pleased to meet all of you,” Luna said.  “Big Mac has told me so much about you.”

    “Well, dinner’s almost ready.  How about y’all sit up at the table and I’ll bring it out of the kitchen.”

    “Oh, boy, I’m starvin’!” Applebloom called out and ran into the dining room.

    “Applebloom,” Granny followed after her,  “mind your manners.  We’re supposed to act all courtesy-like.  What with etiquette and all.”

    “Oh, it’s OK,” Luna said, trying to squelch the etiquette drama that followed her where ever she went.  “I’m absolutely famished myself.”  They sat down at the dining table as Big Mac brought all his dishes in.

    “My big brother did all the cooking today,” Applebloom said.

    “Really? I had no idea he could cook.  Big Mac?  You never told me that,” Luna said to him as he made one of his trips into the dining room.

    “Ah learned from the best,” he indicated Granny Smith as he returned to the kitchen for more.

    “I’m sure it will be wonderful,” Luna said.

    “He’s such a nice boy,” Granny Smith nodded.  “You know?  We was just talking about how he reminds me of his grandfather.  Oh, that was so long ago.  That was back when I was working as a waitress in a soda shop over in Ponyville.  It was just a little town back then, not a big city like it is today.  Anyway, he was a soldier training for the war back then.  And he’d come in every day and order a vanilla milkshake, and he always wanted me to be the one to bring it to him.  Oh, we fell in love so fast.  You remember how things used to be like, back during the war...”

    “Granny,” AJ tried to interrupt.

    “A couple of weeks later and we was married,” she drawled on.  “Before he got shipped off to the front.  Sure, that seems fast by today’s standards.  But back then that’s how we did it, back in those days.  We lived for the moment.  Seems to me that younguns these days take too long.  I hear sometimes they court for months, or even years before tying the knot.”

    “Granny...”

    “It’s no way to do it, by gum.  It’s like they don’t got no sense.  I say, fall in love- run oft and get married.  Live in the now.  Elope if need be.  Seize the day.  The world’s your oyster.  Don’t take any wooden nickels.”

    “So, anyway,” Applejack finally interrupted successfully.  “How did you and Big McIntosh meet in the first place?”

    “Well, we met at a party I threw a few weeks ago,” Luna said.

    Applejack blushed a beet red.  “Oh dear.  I have to apologize for that. You see, I intended to go...”

    “No, no, no,” Luna said.  “Don’t apologize for that.  It was a big mix-up.  The guards directed all of my guests to the wrong party.  Big McIntosh only showed up because he was running late and came after the changing of the guards.  Isn’t that right, Big McIntosh?”

    Big Mac was bringing in the main course and was just setting it down on the table.  “Pardon?”

    “The party I thew a couple of weeks ago.  When you showed up you came late.”

    “Uhhh...”

    “The guards sent you to the pavillion.”

    “Oh, that’s right, that’s right.  Lucky happenstance, that.”

    Big McIntosh finally sat down, and they enjoyed a wonderful dinner.  The family matriarch was at the head of the table, Big Mac and Luna sat next to each other at one side.  It was one of the best meals any of them had enjoyed in a long time.  Luna kept complimenting Big McIntosh, and, while he accepted the compliments graciously, he didn’t quite believe he could match up to trained chefs.  Granny Smith did most of the talking, usually about times that none of them remembered.  Luna, with all the grace expected of a princess, casually chatted and directed the conversation throughout the night.  Big McIntosh, as usual, spoke the least and simply listened, adding his voice to the conversation only when needed.

    Applebloom, being the youngest, was the first to call for dessert.  Big McIntosh left for a the kitchen, and Applejack and Granny Smith chatted with Luna about things they didn’t want to discuss with Big Mac in the room.  A few minutes later Big Mac returned with five dishes of apples foster to a round of clopping applause.

    Not long after, the dinner was over and it was time for Luna to leave.  Applebloom looked at her with big puppy-dog eyes, “Arentcha gonna spend the night?”

    “Applebloom!” Applejack scolded.

    Granny Smith laughed at the impropriety.  “Oh, Applebloom, no.  Her majesty wouldn’t be staying the night here, not in the house of her beau.”  Luna and Big Mac shot each other glances and smiled.  “Nope,” Granny Smith continued.  “Miss Luna is staying in Ponyville.  The finest hotel Ponyville has to offer, I reckon.”

    “Uh...,” said Luna.

    “Eyup,” Granny Smith got up.  “And since it’s getting dark.  I’m sure Big McIntosh will walk her all the way there.  Can’t have a lady out walking at night without an escort.  Where’d I put your coat deary?”

    “Oh, I didn’t bring one, Granny Smith,” Luna and Big Mac both got up from the table.

    “Well, try not to catch a chill, deary,” Granny Smith walked them both to the front door.  “I’ve had a wonderful time meeting you, your majesty.  It was just a wonderful evening.  Tell your sister we said hello.  Do come back now, you hear?  See you soon, Big McIntosh.  Hurry home.”  Granny Smith swung the door shut and left them both alone on the front porch.

    Big McIntosh and Princess Luna turned to look each other in the eyes for a moment, and then started to walk off in the direction of Ponyville.  They were silent for a minute or two.

    “I think your grandmother thinks I’m staying at a hotel in Ponyville,” Luna finally said.

    “Eyup,” said Big Mac.  “I’m not quite sure where she got that idea.”  There was another pause.  “Did you take the flying chariot out from Canterlot?”

    “No,” said Luna.  “I teleported.  It’s more discrete.”  Luna had told him all about security and how she didn’t want anybody to know she was coming tonight.

    “Oh,” said Big Mac.

    “She also thought I remembered things like the war and the depression.  As if I was around at the time.”

    “I’m sorry,” Big Mac blushed.  “She gets confused sometimes.  I guess she thought you were your sister.”

    “Don’t apologize,” Luna said.  “I don’t mind.  I think your grandmother’s adorable.  I never ot a chance to meet my own grandmother.  I like all your family.”

    “Do you have to teleport home right away?”  Big Mac asked.

    “Not right away, no.  I won’t be missed.  We have some time.”

    “Good.  Would you like me to show you around the farm?”

    Luna smiled at him.  “I’d love that,” she said.

    Big McIntosh showed her the barn first.  It was a massive thing, and well over a hundred years old.  He explained the finer point of its construction, and how they don’t make them like that anymore.  They walked past some vegetable crops.  The sun had gone down.  There was a dark blue glow on the horizon.  While it was fine for silhouetting the trees, it didn’t illuminate much else.

    “Big McIntosh?  I like your farm.  But it’s getting a little hard to see.”

    “Eyup.  Well, should be getting some light soon though.  C’mon.  If you follow me, I know a good place where we can watch the moon come up.”

    Luna followed him down a narrow path to a section of the apple orchard.  The farm was surrounded by apple orchards and Luna couldn’t tell one from the other.  In fact, she could hardly see a thing in the darkness, and was forced to follow Big Mac,  who was just in front of her.  Last year’s dead apple tree leaves crunched under her hooves.

The dirt trail gave way to fine dust and silt, and the dead leaves were replaced with the downy seeds of cottonwood trees.  She looked up and saw the apple trees were replaced with cottonwood swaying in the night breeze.  They were the sort of trees found along the banks of the river.

    Sure enough, Big McIntosh led her out onto the banks of a wide river.  There was enough star light and evening gloaming to see by.  “It shouldn’t be long now,” Big Mac said.  They both sat down on the river-smoothed stones of the bank.

He was right.  It started as just a gleaming sliver over the tops of the trees.  Within minutes it had risen.  It filled the country side with its soft light.  They could see everything now.  The river was very shallow at this bend, and burbled over countless stones, creating ripples and waves and hints of whitewater.  The moonlight turned the whole river a glorious silver.  It was beautiful.  It took Luna’s breath away.

    “Oh, Big McIntosh,” Luna rested her head on his shoulder.  “Did you plan this?  Did you do all this so we could be alone under the light of the full moon?”

    “Uhhh...,” said Big Mac.  “Well, not exactly.  The full moon was last night.  This is just a humble waning gibbous.”

    Luna giggled. “And how is it you know so much about the moon?”

    “Ah’m a farmer,” he said. “So I spend a lot of time outdoors.  Usually before the sun comes up, as opposed to after it goes down.  And I guess I got good attention to details.”

    “You know,” said Luna, “most ponies don’t even care about the moon.  You ask them what phase it’s in, and nine times out of then they couldn’t even tell you.”

    “No?”

    “No.  Most ponies only care about the sun.  They spend all their time playing in it.  Then they go to bed at night and sleep while the moon passes over head.  Alone.”

    Big McIntosh thought to himself for a long moment.  “I can remember...,” he stopped and thought about how he wanted to say this.  He continued, “I can remember a long time ago.  Back when I was a colt.  Just a little colt.  It was back when...,” he took a hard swallow.  Luna looked up at him but he was staring firmly out at the river.  “Back when my folks was still alive.  They used to take me all the way into town.  On the weekends.  Sometimes we’d go shopping.  And sometimes we’d go to the library.  And sometimes we’d go to the movies.  Whatever it was that we did, it’d be dark by the time we were through.

    “Now, like I said, I was just a little thing at the time.  And my hooves would be hurting by then, so my folks would let me ride in the back of the cart.  I can remember them chatting away, talking to themselves.  I don’t remember what it was that they talked about.  They probably thought I was sleeping.  But I remember lying there, and I’d watch the floor of the cart.  I’d watch the shadows of the trees moving along as my parents pulled.  And I remember thinking, shadows?  So I’d look up, and there would be the moon.  Big and beautiful.  And I’d just stare at it.  The trees would pass by.  And the fields and pastures would pass by.  And the forests over on the other side of the pastures would pass by.  And the further away things was, the slower it would take to pass by.  The forests over on the other sides of the pastures were the slowest of all.

    “Except for the moon.  The moon didn’t move at all.  It was like the moon was following me.  I was watching the moon, and it was watching me.  Like it was my friend.  And it would follow me all the way home.  I can’t remember what happened then, I suppose I must have fallen asleep before we got home.  Every time.  But I remember every time we went out to Ponyville, the moon would follow me home.”

    He stopped and they listened to the river babble.  “I wrote a poem to the moon once.  About the moon, I mean,” Big Mac said.  “I threw it away though.  And now I can’t remember how it goes.  I’d read it to you if I still had it.”

    “Oh, Big McIntosh,” Luna sighed.  She reached up and kissed him on the chin.  She rested her head on his shoulder.  She could feel his powerful muscles on her cheek.  She could hear his big heart beating.  “I love you,” she said.

    “I love you too,” he said.  She could hear his deep voice resonating through his chest.  He bent his head down and rested it on hers.

    “I love your farm,” she said.  “I wish I could stay here.  It’s so peaceful.  And quiet.  And simple.  It’s not like court at all.”

    “You’d miss it, wouldn’t you?  The life of an alicorn princess must be pretty exciting and glamorous.”

    “Hey, I’ve seen your farm.  Would you like to see what Canterlot is really like?  Do you ever wonder?”

    “Well, not really.  It’s no life for me.  Too complicated.  But sometimes, I wonder... umm...”

    “Yes?”

    “Sometimes I wonder what it’s like to fly.  No fancy magic horn.  No retinue of guards and servants or anything.  Just flying.  Playing on the clouds.  I’ve always fancied seeing my whole farm for once.  From on high.”

    Luna grinned and stood up.  She turned around and faced him.  Her horn started to glow.  First at the base, then it started to spiral up her fluting.  It rose faster and faster as it spiralled upwards.  When it reached the top, sparks erupted from the tip of it.  A glowing surrounded Big Mac’s body, and it quickly faded.  He felt a little funny.

    “What did you do?” he asked.

    “A cloud-walking spell,” she said.

    “Cloud walkin’?  What?”

    Her lips shot forward and she kissed him again.  This time there was a sudden, blinding flash of light.  There was a whiff of ozone.  Big Mac felt a bit disoriented.  Nauseous.  Then he felt fine.

    They weren’t on the river bank anymore.  Big Mac looked around.  He looked up, and it was the same night sky.  He looked down, and he startled.  They were both standing on a cloud.  His knees buckled a little as he was suddenly unsure of his footing.  He looked into her face and she was smiling at him.

Big Mac took a step forward, then another.  The cloud was perfectly solid under his hooves.  Big Mac grinned.  He ran across the cloud and stopped at the edge.  “Oh, wow!” he said, looking down.  Luna laughed as he pranced to another edge.  “Oh, wow!” he repeated, looking down again.  He galloped to a third edge.  “Oh, wow!” he gasped.  Here was the greatest view of all.  He could see his entire farm.  The crops looked like a patchwork quilt.  The orchards were spread out around it.  He could see his house.  His family had left the porch light on for him.  The lights of Ponyville were spread out in the distance.  And beyond that, on the horizon, stood the glorious citadel of Canterlot, perched on the side of a mountain.  The river wove its way below, looking like nothing less than a streamer of molten silver, pouring from a smith’s mold.

    “Do you like it?” she asked.

    “It’s amazing,” he said.

    “I can give this to you.”

    “Huh?”

    “If you stay with me.  I can give this to you.  I can give you anything you want.  I can give you wings.  I can give you power.”

    “No.”

    “I can give you land.  I can give you a whole team of farm workers.  Whole farms.”

    “No.”

    “I can make you a prince.  You can have money.  And jewels.  A whole tower in the castle.  Servants.  Vassals.  Armies.”

    “Luna,” Big Mac laughed.  “I don’t want any of that.  I just want you.”

    Luna cuddled up to his shoulder again.  “That’s all?”

    “That’s all.”

    “Do you ever think about our future?” Luna asked.

    “Well, I try not to,” Big Mac said.

    Luna picked her head up off his shoulder and turned to him.  “What?”

    “I try not to think about our future.”

    Her face scrunched up. “Why not?”

    “Because I don’t see how it could end in anything less that heartbreak.”

    She suddenly felt uncomfortable.  “What do you mean?”

    “Well, take tonight, for example.  I couldn’t tell anybody you were coming.”

    “That was for security.”

    “It was for security, but it was more than that.  I know it and you know it.  You’re a princess, and I’m just a commoner.”

    “I don’t care.”

    “Neither do I,” Big Mac said.  “But other ponies will, once they find out.  Rules is rules, and royalty ain’t supposed to mix with the unwashed masses.”

    “I can make it work,” Luna said.

    “Oh?  For how long?  Years?  Am I to be some lover you keep around the palace in secret?”

    “I’d marry you.”

    “Your sister would never allow it.  Again, you’re a princess, I’m a commoner.”

    “Then I’d abdicate.”

    “You’re not the sovereign, you can’t abdicate without permission.  Your sister would never allow that either.  She loves you.  But she just got you back after a thousand years.  She wouldn’t just let you leave.”

    Luna’s eyes started to fill with tears.

    “Oh sure,” Big Mac continued.  “The obvious answer would be to run away together.  We’d have to go far.  We’d have to go fast.  Somewhere that they’d never find us.  Some exotic country filled with giraffes n’ zebras.  Even if we did make it.  Even if I did give up my family and farm.  Even if we did escape the searchers.  Even if we did carve out a happy life for ourselves.  There’s still the basic fact that you’ll stay young forever, and you’d have to watch me grow old and die.  Like I said.  Heartbreak.”

Big Mac noticed the look on her face. “ In the hypothetical,”

Luna hung her head down.  She wanted to cry.  There was a long pause.  “You said you tried not to think about it.  Sounds like you think a lot about it to me.”

    Big Mac shuffled a bit.  “Yeah.  Well.  I try not to.  I ain’t very good at it.  It’s all I do think about.  You and me spending the rest of our lives together.  I can’t get it out of my head.  I’ve become useless.  You know, I like to sit down and write at night after dinner.  But I can’t even write any more.  It’s all Luna this and Luna that.  Love poems and love letters.  Really weird stream a consciousness stuff that don’t make no sense at all but for Luna Luna Luna.”

    “Pff,” Big Mac blew a raspberry through his lips.  “I can’t even plow straight anymore.  And plowing don’t take no brains at all.  You see that carrot patch way down there?”  He pointed with his hoof.  “See how it starts all slanting to the left?  Well, that’s when I was thinking about taking a second job so I could buy you a nice piece of jewelry or somethin’.”

    “And you see that kale field over there were it jots to the right for a bit?  Right in the middle?  Well, that’s when I was thinking about that exotic country with the giraffes n’ the zebras.  Where we could run away to.”

    Luna laughed.  She managed a weak smile.  “What’s the one over there?” she pointed.  “Over in the brussel sprouts.”

    “Um, well,”

    “You see it?  There’s a kink in the rows.”

    “Yeah, I see it.  That’s, um, that’s when I was thinking about Big Mac Jr. and Selene.”

    She shot him an odd look.

    “Like I said,” Big Mac said.  “Stream a consciousness.  Hypotheticals.”

    “Big McIntosh?” Luna asked.  “What are we going to do with ourselves?”

    “We’re going to live in the moment,” he said.  He bent down and kissed her on the lips.  It was the kiss they had both been waiting long, anxious days for.  It wasn’t a little peck, but deep and passionate.  Luna’s troubles melted away as fast as her wing rose into the air.  Luna exhaled sharply in relief as Big Mac nibbled at her cheeks and chin and ears.  She felt her hind legs turning to butter, and she started falling back into the cloud.

    He climbed on top of her, and pressed her down into the soft pillowy cloud.  Luna opened her mouth and let his tongue slip in.  She gasped for air when he pulled out his tongue and bit at her neck.  She squealed when he wrapped his lips around the base of her horn and licked it.  She moaned as he pushed his tongue back between her teeth, and he rubbed his long hard erection across her belly.

    Luna wrapped her legs around his body and squeezed.  She wanted it inside of her.  She ddn’t tell him out loud.  Surely, he must know that, she thought to herself, he’s teasing me.

    Big Mac slowly nibbed his way down her body.  Their cloud was softer than any bed.  He started at her chin, then her neck, then moved down and kissed every inch of her body.  Luna squirmed.  It tickled. But it didn’t tickle in the way that made her want to laugh, but the way that drove her wild.  It was overwhelmingly erotic.  She wanted to throw him on his back and take him right then.  But she couldn’t resist him.

    He made his way down to her belly.  Then he went lower.  He stopped right at her mound of venus and pressed his lips into it, feeling the fleshy softness of it.  She arched her back in anticipation.  Big Mac started to move his front hooves up between the inside of her legs.  He got to her thighs.  His tongue and his hooves were slowly converging on the same point, destined to reach there at the same moment.  Luna knew it would only be a few more seconds, but the anticipation was driving her insane.  His hooves were just on the verge of reaching her crotch when he slid them beneath her and squeezed her butt cheeks and spread them.  He dove his tongue into her at the exact same moment.

    Luna screamed.  It was a loud, high-pitched scream that shot out through the night air.  It echoed across the countryside below.  All the ponies who would have heard were asleep under the light of Luna’s moon.  Luna had her hooves pressed down on Big Mac’s head, grabbing at his ears.  Occasionally, Luna stuck her head up and looked down at Big Mac as he ate her out.  His whole snout seemed buried between her legs.  Sometimes he lifted his head to pay special attention to her clit, but still his lips were wrapped over that soft mound above her pussy.  She wanted to watch.  She liked to watch.  But she couldn’t.  She kept throwing her head back into the cloud in ecstasy.  She kept pumping her hips upward, as if to drive Big Macs tongue further into her pussy.

    Luna couldn’t take any more.  She wouldn’t.  Luna sat up on the cloud.   She pressed her hooves against his face and pulled his head up to hers.  She kissed him and slid her tongue in.  He had her taste on his mouth.  The whole front of his face was slopping wet, from chin to mane.  She didn’t care in the slightest.  She reached around for his cock as she kissed him.  She found it and pulled it close between her legs.  The both had to sit up straighter.  She pulled it closer, but their position wouldn’t allow it to slip in.

    Luna flapped her long beautiful wings.  The forced of it pushed her up and into Big Mac.  It pushed him up onto his hind legs, and she went with him.  She wrapped her hind legs around his body, and his huge cock went sliding all the way in.  Big Mac stood straight up on the cloud, supporting the both of them.  He had his front hooves pressed into her buttocks as they fucked.  He was more then strong enough to lift her whole weight.  The problem was balance, and Luna carefully flapped her wings before they tipped over, holding them both upright.

    Luna pulled herself up on his muscular shoulders, and then drove herself back down onto his cock using all of her weight.  She was ferocious in her passion.  And clumsy.  With a loud shout, she slammed herself down onto him and nearly came.   Big Mac started to fall over to one side.  Not wanting to give up control, Luna flapped her wings quickly, and the buffeting sent Big Mac falling onto his back.

    Luna landed on top of him.  She sat straight up, straddling him.  His cock was deep, all the way inside of her.  Her butt cheeks were pressed against is balls.  Luna stayed like this for a moment.  She pressed her hooves against her lower belly, as if she could feel his erection inside of her, from the outside.  She threw her head back and moaned.  Only after she couldn’t take it any more did she start to grind.  Slowly at first.  She rotated her hips in almost imperceptible little circles.  Then she started thrusting her hips back and forth, still very slow, with him still deep inside of her.  She started to move up and down it.  Each time she fucked a little harder.  Each time her breathing grew heavier, and her moaning and grunting grew louder.  A few minutes later she was working halfway up his shaft.  A few more minutes, and all the way up, to just below his head.

    Below them, their cloud drifted.  It passed over the farm, and out over the forest on the other side.  Out where wild weather grew.  More clouds formed.  They merged.  There cloud turned grey, pregnant with rain.  They both heard thunder off in the distance, but they paid it no heed.  The cloud turned black.  It began to rain.  Luna pumped on.  Her wings were stretched out wide behind her and her eyes reflected the moonlight.  Her countenance was glorious and overpowering to Big Mac, watching beneath.

    Luna fell back onto his erection on last time.  She ground into it, as hard as her hips could grind.  Lightning flashed..  Luna came.  She opened her mouth, but only a whispery squeak came out.  The orgasm seemed to fill her up and wash out of her.  Her body twitched.  The orgasm slowly faded, and was gone.  Then the thunderclap reached them.  Their whole bodies shook as the shock wave passed through them, and then it too was gone.

    Luna fell over into the cloud.  Big Mac slowly started to get up.  Luna was faster.  She grabbed his cock and sucked him into her mouth.  Big Mac kept getting up.  She only fellated him a few times before he pushed her off of him and stood up.  Luna saw the look in his eyes. Luna quickly got up onto fours as well and lifted her tail.

    Big McIntosh mounted her.  He wasn’t in the mood for wasting time.  Luna’s eyes bulged as he shoved it in.  Right off the bat and he was really slamming into her.  The thunder grew closer.  Luna craned her head back and looked at him.  His face was grim.  He was staring directly into her soul.

    “Give it to me, Big McIntosh,” Luna said.

    Luna didn’t think he could fuck her any harder, but he did.

    “Give me the whole thing,” she grunted.

    Again, he found more strength.  She winced.

    “Show me what earth ponies are made of.  Show me why they call you Big Mac. Show me how much you think of me.”  If Big Mac didn’t fuck her any harder, he fucked her faster.  “Oh!” Luna cried out.

    She bent her head down as if to bury her face into the cloud.  Big Mac’s hind hooves were digging into the cloud.  There was a great ripping sound from below, as if Big McIntosh was tearing the cloud apart with his great strength.

    “Fuck me like you love me,” she groaned out.  “Fuck me like you want to spend the rest of your life with me,” she called.  “Fuck me like you’ll never see me again!” she screamed into the black void before them.

    Luna turned once more to look into his face.  His lips were pulled apart and his teeth were bared.  His eyes were shut tight.  His face was being lit from below.  The cloud glowed brilliantly, blinding out the moon.  Big Mac opened his mouth and screamed.  The thunder crashed as he came inside of her.  Luna screamed as well, in surprise and ecstasy.  She could feel him bursting inside of her.

    Big McIntosh fell backwards into the cloud.  Luna came over to him.  She slipped his cock back into her mouth and sucked as the last of his seed spilled out.  Only when it began to recede into his sheath did she let go of it and swallow.  She rested her head on his stomach.  Then she moved up to his chest.  He put his leg around her shoulders and they laid together.

    The rain stopped.  The clouds lightened and parted.  Soon their own cloud would be gone.  Luna stood up.  The afterglow was fading, and her thoughts were returning.  The troubled thoughts.  The confused, doubtful, and melancholy thoughts.  Big Mac stood up too.  He was thinking the same, of their conversation earlier.  He walked to the cloud’s edge.  He pushed the thoughts away for matters of practicality.

    “How do we get down from here?” he asked.

    “Come here,” Luna told him.  He turned around.  She kissed him once more.  Big Mac closed his eyes.  The only sensation he felt this time was her kiss, and the smooth river rocks beneath his feet.  They were back where they started from.

    Still, they kissed.  They kissed until the moon reached it zenith, then started down the other half of half of the sky.  Luna broke the kiss.

    “I should go,” she said.

    “Stay with me,” Big McIntosh said.

    “You mean the night?  In your house?”

    “Stay with me,” he nodded.

    “I couldn’t.”

    “Stay with me.”

    “I musn’t.”

    “Stay with me.”

    “Your granny’s old fashioned.  If she finds me, she’ll be upset.”

    “Stay with me.”

    “If others find out, we’ll both be in trouble.”

    “Stay with me.”

    “They’ll never allow it.”

    “Stay with me.”

    “I’ll stay young.”

    “Stay with me.”

    “You’ll grow old,” she whispered.

    “Stay with me,” he said.

    She stayed with him.