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- >You’re sitting in the kitchen of the Apple family home,
- >in a plush bathrobe crafted to specification by the brilliantly talented Rarity.
- >Nursing a warm cup of coffee, you read the Equestria Herald,
- >glancing up at Celestia’s dawn every now and then,
- >and going through a checklist of the day’s duties in your head.
- >Quite strangely, Applejack has been out to town for the past few days,
- >though her workload is covered well enough by the rest of the family.
- >Granny Smith shakily enters the room with her walker;
- >for as old as she is, you’ve noted she’s consistently awake the earliest.
- >”Well howdy there!” She brightens upon seeing you. “Ah didn’t know you ape fellers liked to get up so early.”
- “I’m called a human, Granny Smith.”
- >You had to have told her that a dozen times by now.
- >Plopping down at the table, she pours a drink from a flask of apple juice and grabs a section of the paper.
- >You quite enjoy these quiet mornings in Sweet Apple Acres –
- >there is a true familial warmth you’d never had back on Earth, plus,
- >living so close to your coltfriend really sweetens the pot, so to speak.
- >Speaking of which…
- >Your vision darkens as a pair of yellow-capped forehooves cover your eyes.
- “Who is it?”
- >”Who da ya think?”
- “Oh, I don’t know…”
- >You tickle him by the hooves, sending the excitable crimson stallion into a hearty laugh,
- >and freeing your eyes from his teasing. You stare into his dusky, olive eyes,
- >admiring the cute, twin trios of freckles adorning his powerfully-built cheeks…
- >”Heh, heh heh! Well ain’t that just the darndest thing.”
- >Granny Smith has a knack for snapping the two of you out of your reverie.
- >”Back in my day, colts like you fellers were called… called… eh what was it…”
- “I’d imagine there were never many single colts in Ponyville to begin with.
- Always seemed like mares outnumbered us two to one…”
- >Your play to get her off of this deeply uncomfortable topic seems to have worked.
- >”Yeah, that’s right, isn’t it… kinda funny, now I think about it…”
- >Big Mac rubs your hair, and looks at you knowingly as you give him a wink.
- >No one’s seemed to give you any trouble for as unlikely as how this has turned out,
- >though Applejack is still a bit confounded by it all. You resolve to have a chat with her, one-on-one.
- >If she ever comes back to the farm. It’s really quite strange of her.
- >Wiping away bleary eyes, who but Applebloom stumbles into the kitchen,
- >shambling like a zombie over to the table without so much as looking anybody in the eye.
- “Good morning to you too, Applebloom.”
- >She raises her eyes to you, staring dully for a second from you to her brother behind you,
- >before robotically reaching for the apple juice without saying a word.
- >Her bow is meticulously fashioned as always, though. Can’t slight her for that.
- ***
- >Sugarcube Corner
- >The six best friends are in a flurry of activity, preparing the place for a truly Pinkie-worthy party,
- >in honor of Big McIntosh and his new human boyfriend. Truthfully.
- >The rather flimsy pretense they’ve prepared has more to do with your “three-month anniversary in Equestria”,
- >or some such meaningless nonsense. Still, you and your lover haven’t stepped foot off the farm in days,
- >and all the different explanations Applejack can conjure for your reclusiveness are just killing her.
- >You needed to know the town supported you. She needed to have a serious talk with the both of you.
- >All your friends will be there, and several barrels of cider to boot.
- >Applejack is stringing up a banner that reads “HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!” over the walkway to the kitchen.
- >The entrance is left inconspicuous; knowing her brother’s justifiable shyness,
- >the venue is being kept small and private, relatively speaking.
- >”Hey, Applejack –“ Pinkie Pie approaches her with a sack full of supplies.
- >”Yeah, Pinkie? Ah’m… kinda busy here…”
- >”I was wondering where you thought these streamers should go…”
- >As the two Earth ponies get into the minutiae of decoration,
- >the Unicorns are slurping shakes in Pinkie’s room, discussing the upcoming plans over strawberry-with-apple.
- >”You really think this is a good idea? What if Big Mac gets angry with us about being tricked?”
- >”Nonsense, Twilight. He isn’t being tricked at all–
- >the celebration’s purely for his boyfriend, and he’s almost compelled to come along.”
- >”Still… what if… what if our assumptions are wrong? Maybe they do just want privacy.”
- >”Leading private lives isn’t the same as being hermits, darling.
- >Even if they realize their friends are fine with their relationship,
- >they still need to be brought back into the fold… lest Applejack goes mad.”
- >”I guess you’re right, Rarity. Now help me check over the guest list one more time…”
- >As the sophisticated magi are discussing their plans, a pair of mismatched Pegasi flies overhead,
- >scouring the sky for signs of inclement weather in one’s case, and… the other mostly tagging along.
- >”I see a storm cloud over the mountain! Fluttershy, check the wind speed.”
- >”Up here, i-it’s about 15 miles per hour, Rainbow. These forecasts don’t predict much directional v-variation.”
- >Gosh, it’s cold…
- >”Hmm… that storm cloud’s about… 2 miles away, and given the party’s planned start time…”
- >Running through calculations in her head, the weather-mare resolves on a solution without bothering to explain it,
- >leaving her childhood friend in the dust as she zips off faster than a speeding train.
- >Fluttershy rolls her eyes, and makes the gentle descent down to Ponyville.
- >Several hours later, just before dusk, the public area of Sugarcube Corner is a delight,
- >adorned with meticulous precision by the four wingless friends,
- >for the party designed to bring Big Mac and his new lover out of their seclusion.
- >Rarity levitates a washcloth to her brow and makes an exaggerated swipe.
- >”Ugh… such work. I truly admire you, Pinkie Pie.” Glares from Twilight and AJ betray her conspicuous lack of effort.
- >”What? I contributed my fasion sense to the effort, and everything turned out just splendid.”
- >Twilight changes the subject. “Anyway, girls, let’s double-check this guest list one last time…”
- >The four ponies gather around her levitated parchment. It’s really not all that ambitious, they conclude.
- >”So, as to the issue of informing them…”
- >”Ah’ll send a letter to Applebloom. Won’t lie or anything, just request the two of ‘em. Together an’ all.”
- >”Let’s hope it works…”
- >”OF COURSE it’ll work, silly Twilight! A mysteeerious invitation to Sugarcube Corner,
- >on the three-month anniversary of –“
- >A giant crash issues through the house, and as the girls look towards the foyer,
- >seeing Rainbow Dash’s dizzy form slumped against the wall after she evidently came in a tad quick on the landing.
- >”H-heya guys… weather’s clear for days! Ya set everything up okay?”
- >”Not anymore! Now we gotta clean up the mess you made!”
- >”Relaaaax, I got this –“ Rainbow Dash begins sweeping up the debris of her crash,
- >and Rarity and Pinkie walk back off to the kitchen.
- >”All we’ve got left to do is inform them… it’s two days from now, right?”
- >”That’s right, Twilight. All the guests have been notified already.”
- >Applejack concentrates for a few seconds before brightening into a sudden realization.
- >”Hey Pinkie, ya got any cider?”
- ***
- >At about the same time, you’re standing over your lover, who is lying prone on a massive,
- >waist-high table, while you instruct him in the Human art of massages.
- >”Aaaahhhh… feels so good after a hard day’s work, y’know…”
- >The chance to feel and admire the powerful features of his back –
- >his sensitive withers, his broad, well-toned musculature –
- >is a fitting reward of its very own, but you don’t tell him that.
- ”Oh? Tell me where you’re tense, Big Mac… I can help ya let it all out…”
- >”L-lower…”
- “Hmm?”
- >You slide a hand down to the small of his back, kneading a knot of pressure with the ball of your fist,
- >while you playfully rub your dashing crimson lover’s left shoulder.
- >He isn’t saying a word; the true sign of a good masseur.
- >”Ooh… Hey.”
- “Yes, Big McIntosh?”
- >”You got time to massage my little friend while you’re at it?”
- >You playfully press into his back, but don’t say a word in response.
- >Of course you do – you’ve got all the time in the world, after all.
- >Big Mac rolls over onto his back, revealing the flaccid form of his penis you’ve pledged to help.
- >Still, one glance at his chiseled pecs and you’re already distracted from your goal.
- >”Somethin’ wrong?”
- “Huh? Uh, n-no…”
- >Slightly embarrassed, you rub all over his sheath, unveiling the rest of his 13-inch cock,
- >which you take by the hands and drag slowly between your fingertips,
- >stimulating every last sensitive nub that you’ve become intimately familiar with recently.
- >Your parents would be so proud, you chuckle to yourself.
- >As your deft and delicate fondling continues, Big Mac starts panting in earnest,
- >and you prepare yourself for his rather fast climax by sliding out your tongue,
- >reaching down to his flared head and popping it into your gullet.
- >As you earnestly pump his mottled brown dick, and rub circles around his head with your tongue,
- >his inevitable orgasm releases a flood of sticky, gooey warmth in your mouth;
- >careful to swallow all the warm, creamy pony-seed you need to,
- >you trap every drop in your throat and on your tongue,
- >and walk up to his face, expectantly batting your eyes.
- >”Man… you really want me to, huh? Okay, fine, Ah guess…”
- >Big Mac opens his mouth for a kiss, and you seal your lips to his muzzle,
- >releasing the last load of his seed into his empty, waiting mouth.
- >You fool around like an idiot, Frenching your equine lover while bathing your tongues in semen,
- >toying with the creamy meal you’ve so generously dealt with the majority of.
- >”Y’know, ya don’t have ta kiss me right after Ah finish.”
- “Yes I do. How else would you get a taste?”
- >”Maybe Ah don’t want one.”
- ”And maybe I don’t wanna give you massages. Fair deal?”
- >He grimaces, unamused, before pulling you down onto his chest,
- >and pinning you with a great bear-hug as he takes control of your smooching,
- >plumbing the depths of your mouth like a conqueror in virgin lands.
- >Once his protracted display of dominance is finished, you climb off of him and tidy up the barn.
- >As much as sleeping with him sounds like a fine idea,
- >Applebloom is already a bit too well-informed for your comfort,
- >so you send him off with a wave back to the house.
- >Besides, your bed would crumble under the weight.
- >That sounds like a fun thing to test.
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