Big Macintosh looked down at the coupon and sighed. He didn’t want to do this. Of course he couldn’t just go back to the farm and tell AJ that he hadn’t gone. He would never hear the end of it. The sign in the window said they were now open. He might as well go in, get the whole thing over with early, and then get back to work.

Big Mac picked the coupon back up and walked through the front door of Ponyville’s most luxurious spa.

There was a pretty little filly behind the counter. She was just a delicate little thing with a pink coat and a blue mane. She had probably never done a hard day’s work - let alone one of a farm - in her life. Big Mac bet she didn’t even have a single callous on those dainty little hooves of hers. She must have been French or something.

“Uhhh,” Big Mac drawled. “Excuse me?”

“Yes, sir? Can I help you?”

Big Mac knew she wasn’t French, based on her accent, but he couldn’t quite place where she was from. He set the coupon down on the counter.

“I got here a coupon? Says one half off regular spa service. I’d like one of those, please.”

“Very good, sir. And have you been a client with us before?”

“Nope. I’m just a simple farmer. Ah ain’t ever been to no fancy spa before, or any fancy big city thing, really. It really ain’t my thing, no offense intended. To be honest, I was a little skeptical coming here. It was my sister that made me do it. She came here maybe a few months back. Ah guess she enjoyed herself because when she came back she was grinning ear to ear. And she was darn near useless for the rest of the day. I told her I didn’t want to go on account of that, but she’s plenty bull-headed, and didn’t give me much choice in the matter.”

Aloe smiled. “No need to be shy about it. I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself her at our spa. Your name was?”

“Uh, Big Macintosh.”

“Meester Macintosh, right this way please.” She led him through a swinging door. “Have a seat, please.” Big Mac sat down in a kind of reclining chair. His four legs were stuck up in the air. “First, we will give you a pedicure.”

“You’re kidding,” he said.

“No, why?”

“I wasn’t expecting no pedicure. Yer ... yer not going to paint my hooves too, are ya?”

“Ha, ha, no, Meester Mac. We will only file them and polish them. You can relax.”

“You sure?”

“Meester Mac, relaxing is exactly what you’re supposed to do here.”

It was a little hard for Big Mac to relax when she brought out the orbital sander. The crowbar she used to pry off his shoes was understandable, but when she put on the welding mask to protect her face from the sparks it seemed a little over the top.

Her sister came out to help her. She was just as pretty but her colors were reversed. Once they were done, and the blaring of the electric tools died away, Vera asked, “How are you feeling?”

“Honestly?” he asked. “More than a little silly.” He felt even sillier a little while later when they gave him a mud bath. He never did mind wallow in the mud too much, especially during a good game of pick-up hoofball late in the season when the rains came. Yet the idea of it being fancy, and paying money for it, insulted his sensibilities. He couldn’t see why AJ had enjoyed this so much.

After they showered all the mud off, they stuck him in the sauna. He sat and admired the carpentry of the cedar walls. It was much better craftsmanship than the smokehouse which he had built a couple of years ago. It was just as hot as his smokehouse and a whole lot muggier, but it lacked that rich smoky atmosphere.

They took him out a little later and had him take a dip in the cement pond. It wasn’t until they got him onto the massage table that he really began to understand what AJ had been raving about. It felt just wonderful. He had to give it to the twins, they knew how to work their hooves after all. He liked it best when they really dug their hooves in. He had big muscles, and they ran deep. Big Mac couldn’t remember the last time he felt so relaxed and so good.

After they were done with his back and flanks, they rolled him over to work on his chest. They were away for a moment to get massage oil or something out of a cabinet. Big Mac heard them whispering to each other in their native language. It sounded like maybe Danish, but he wasn’t sure. Then they started giggling to each other.

Big Mac found himself tensing up again. “Am ah supposed to do something other then lay here? Cause I feel a little foolish on account of y’all knowing something that I don’t know.”

“Oh, we are sorry, Meester Mac,” the pink-haired one said. “My seester and I were just discussing something. Your time at our spa is almost done now, and we are getting the sad. So we thought that maybe you would like to have the ‘Happy Ending’.”

“Oh no, I would not,” Big Mac said adamantly. “This is how they getcha. Get you in, get you all gussied up, then they sell ya the bells and whistles. I came in here for a regular service, with the coupon, and I ain’t payin’ one bit extra. Nosiree.”

“Oh, Meester Mac. You don’t understand. We like you as a custoomer very much. We were hoping, for repeat business, actually, so we thought we would give you a ‘Happy Ending,’ how you say, on the house? We were discussing which one of us would give you the ‘Happy Ending.’”

“Oh,” he said. “I didn’t mean to snap at ya. Free, you say? Well, if you want, why can’t you both give me the ‘Happy Ending?’” The twins looked at each other, smiled, and giggled. “What is the ‘Happy Ending’ anyhow?”

The twins giggled again. They decided to show him rather than explain it to him. The sister with the pink hair stepped over to the end of the table where his hind leg’s were sticking up. The one with the blue hair stepped over by his side. She lifted up a hoof, placed it over his sheath, and began to play with it. It was a big, soft, velvety piece of skin that folded and smooshed under the weight of her hoof. Big Mac threw his head back and moaned, instantly knowing exactly what a Happy Ending was.

The pink haired one, the one with her face between his legs, she had a little tube of hot massage oil between the teeth. She stuck the tip over it over the top of his sheath. Then she squeezed. A long, thin gooey viscous cord of it dribbled out, and poured down into it where it pooled. His erection came sliding out a few seconds later, now covered slick with oil. Big Mac moaned again. It burned. It wasn’t a painful burning, but a wonderfully erotic burning. It was like biting into a meal with just enough chilies and it had just the right amount of heat, but now that heat was all over his dick.

The pony by his side placed her hooves on his cock, one hoof on the top side, the other half on the bottom. She was sliding them up and down the entire length of his shaft, from the base all the way up to the rim of his head. His cock was so slick with oil, her hooves just slid up and down frictionlessly. The more pressure she applied, the faster her hooves slid. Her sister got in on the action. She placed her hooves on the sides and jerked him off in time with her twin. Sometimes they would go up and down together, sometimes they would alternate, one going down while the other going up. Big Mac’s flanks would occasionally jerk and twitch in pure pleasure.

The pink haired one, Big Mac thought her name was Aloe, she took her hooves off his cock and started to play with his big pink balls. The edges of her hooves were coated with hot oil. Now the oil was rubbing off on his sack. It instantly got that burning, tickling sensation. His balls started to ascend up into his body in shock, but quickly descended again because it felt so good. She rolled them all around, sometimes hefting up one, sometimes the other, sometimes both. They were enormous, bigger than her own hooves.

The Happy Ending usually provided by the Lotus Sisters’ spa was a hoofjob, and no more. The client would get jerked off, cum in a warm towel, pay his bill, and be on his way. They rarely broke from this rule. Yet Big Mac’s cock was so big, such a perfect model of stallionhood, neither could resist.

“Meester Mac,” said the blue haired one. “Eets so big! I want... I want to kees it!”

So she bent her head down and kissed it. She kissed it right on the head, right where the little nub of flesh stuck out around the hole. She kissed, and pressed it between her lips, and ran her tongue around the edge of it, and even stuck her tongue a little inside. Then she sucked the whole head into her mouth. It was hot, but she didn’t mind. She gobbled it down her throat as far as she could. Her stretched lips made it about halfway, where that fleshy ring ran around his cock like a rib. Where she failed, her sister took over. She cocked her head, planted her lips on the base of his shaft, and sucked on him sideways. She ran her face up and down all of his shaft where her sister couldn’t reach.

Big Mac grunted in pleasure. It wasn’t the first time he had been sucked off by two fillies at the same time, but it had never been so expertly done before. Aloe backed off a bit, licked her stinging lips, then blew on his wet skin. Suddenly, his skin was icy cold at the same time that it burned. He gasped in surprise.

Aloe squealed, delighted that she could please him, but also because she was intensely frustrated. She hopped away from the table and turned around. She lifted her tail, exposing her bright pink pussy and ass. Her pussy was glistening and dripping wet. She flexed her muscles, twitching her large clit at him, trying to tempt him.

“Oh, Meester Mac. Please, fuck me, Meester Mac. I want you to fuck me so hard.” Big Mac tried to sit up, but her sister wouldn’t let him. She still had his cock stuffed halfway down her throat, and she was greedy with it. “Oh please, oh please, oh please,” Aloe begged.

Big Mac snorted, then placed his hooves on her sister’s bulging cheeks and slowly pulled her off. Big Mac hopped off of the table, then immediately hopped up on top of Aloe.

He lifted his cock up to her cunt, then immediately plunged the whole thing in between her flanks. She screamed in surprise and a little bit of pain. She had never taken such a large stallion before.

“Oh, it burns, Meester Mac. Oh, it burns so good. Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” Big Mac never hesitated. He was slamming it into her as hard as she could take it. Her whole body was shaking. Her butt slapped with each thrust, a ripple of shock ran up her curved round flank each time, and every time he slammed it home she let out a short, high-pitched scream.

Her sister was forced to watch. She didn’t even realize it, but her own tail was raised high in the air, on instinct and in lust. Her hips were shaking back and forth; she had her front hoof shoved back between her hind legs, playing with herself while she watched her sister getting fucked by the biggest cock she had ever seen. She couldn’t take it anymore.

Vera walked up and pushed herself up to Aloe’s side. She rubbed her flank across Aloe’s, as if trying to bump her sister out of the way. “Fuck me, Meester Mac. Fuck me instead. I want you so bad. My pussy is even better than my seester’s.”

Taking her on her word, he pulled out of the first one, hopped over, and stuck it in the second one. Now she moaned in pleasure as he pounded away. Big Mac wasn’t sure if she was any better, but she was at least her sister’s equal, and that was pretty damn good.

Now it was Aloe’s turn to be impatient. She clopped her hooves loudly on the floor, one hoof at a time. She shook her mane in frustration. She slapped her flank up against the fucking couple. Big Mac fucked the second sister for a few minutes before switching back to the first one. After awhile, he switched again. Big Mac lost track of which sister was which, and how many times he had fucked the other. One was blue with a pink mane, the other was pink with a blue mane. He knew he liked to fuck them, and he knew they loved his cock. Each time he fucked them, he fucked for a shorter and shorter period. Sometimes he only used a few dozen thrusts before switching to the other sister.

The twins started to cum. He would be fucking one, and her screams would become garbled. Her body would writhe and he could feel her clit rubbing around, her muscles contracting around his shaft. When she was done cumming, he switched over to the other sister and then she would quickly cum too. Now he was confused about how many orgasms they were having. They were each having multiple orgasms, three, maybe four. Rapidfire orgasms, one right after the other.

He was fucking the blue one with the pink hair when her sister must have decided she had enough. She left her sister’s side, turned around, and went behind Big Mac to suck on his balls while he fucked her sister. The sisters rarely made love together. That had been more of their thing when they were teens and experimenting. Now her nose was inches from her sister’s pussy. She watched his big fat cock driving in between her pussy lips. Sucking on his balls wasn’t easy. Each filled her mouth, but he had given her so much, she wanted to repay him in pleasure. She heard her sister talk to him while she sucked his nuts.

“Meester Mac. You fuck so good. How much longer can you last? When will you pop?”

“Any time you want, sweetheart. Just tell me where and when.”

The sister with his nuts in her mouth let the go with a wet smack. She ran around and sat down in front of them. “Right here, Meester Mac, oh please. Right on my face. Please?”

No sooner had he dismounted than the sister he had just been fucking sat right down next to her. They pressed their cheeks together, both wanting him to blast them in the face. He reared up on his hind legs, neighed wildly, and shot his load. Great thick white ropes of hot semen shot out of his dick and landed all over their eager, open-mouthed faces. He shot a number of spurts. Their faces were covered with it by the time he got back down on all fours.

As he came down from his orgasm, he watched in amusement as the two twin sisters made out. They kissed. They licked his seed off their faces, swallowed it, and shared it with each other.

They all dove into the pool to cool off. Their weightless bodies drifted as they caressed and groped each other. The sisters started chattering away in their language and taking occasional glances at him. It was obvious they were talking about him.

“What is it you fillies are up to now?” he asked.

“We had a question, how often do you think you would be able to do what you just did?”

“Dunno, I guess my personal record is maybe half a dozen.”

“Oh my.”

“Before lunch.

Their eyes bulged. “Meester Mac, as luck would have it, me and my seester have been discussing expanding our business. We were thinking of adding a position, and we were wondering if you might be interested in applying for the job.”

“But I’m just a just a simple farmer.”

“You’re more than that, Meester Mac,” the other sister said. “You’re are a perfect lover. A fantastic stud.”

“But I don’t know anything about massaging or pedicuring or... Did you just say stud?”

“We want you to be a, how you say, gigolo. We get a lot of lonely female clients. You could satisfy their needs wonderfully.”

“You want to pay me to fuck your clients?”

“Fuck them just like you fucked us. We’d all be reech.”

“And mares, right? You’re only talking about mares.”

“Yes, of course. Some might be a little older. Some might be a little chubby. Is that a problem?”

“No, no, not at all,” Big Mac said. He thought about it for a moment, then laughed. “Nah, nah, forget it. I’m just a farmer. It’s a full time job as it is. I should already be getting back.”

“We can pay you a thousand beets, Meester Mac.”

Big Macintosh thought a while longer then shook his head. “We could really use an extra thousand bits a month out on the farm, but I think I’d just be over worked.”

They looked at each other and then back at him. “No, Meester Mac, we can pay you a thousand beets per day.”

They both struggled to pull Big Mac out of the pool and give him mouth to mouth when he passed out in shock. The worried faces of the twins came into focus as he looked up at the ceiling. Fuck the apples, Big Macintosh had finally found his purpose in life.

Aloe tended the front counter of the spa. Her sister, herself, and their new employee, and just gotten back from a nice long lunch and they had reopened for the afternoon. She was really excited about getting back to work. Their struggling business may have just turned a corner. Everything was looking up.

She herself was feeling wonderful, a great mix of relaxed and satisfied. Her back was a little sore, but it was a good kind of sore. There was a nice cool early afternoon breeze coming through the open door.

With her head bent over the counter to look at a magazine, she thought she saw something out of the corner of her eye, a pony at the door. She looked up, but there was no pony there. She started to read the article again. For a second time she could have sworn something was there, something pink, but when she looked up again it was gone. She waited a moment, then slowly lowered her head. A pink mane with a yellow face peaked out from the side; this time Aloe was sure that she saw it. Who ever it was ducked back again when Aloe looked up. Aloe waited longer this time, no longer willing to play games. Eventually, Fluttershy slowly peeked around the frame of the door one last time and saw Aloe staring back, looking unamused.

“Eek!” Fluttershy shrieked, and cowered behind the wall once more.

“Excuse me?” Aloe called out from behind the counter. “Mees? Can I help you?”

There was a long pause, then Fluttershy started to slowly walk her way into the lobby. Her head was held down, and most of her mane was falling over her face. She walked all of the way to the counter then brushed some of it out of the way. Still unable to look Aloe in the eye, she started to mumble.

“Excuse me, mees?” Aloe asked. “Could you speak up please? I can’t hear you.”

“Umm... can I get... umm... one, please?” Fluttershy asked.

“One? One? You mean one full service? Our full service includes a pedicure, a mudbath, sauna...”

“Oh no, no,” Fluttershy said. “I don’t need all that. I couldn’t afford all of that. I just want, um, one thing.”

“Oh? Well? We can just do a pedicure. Or a massage. Or a mudbath....”

“Um, no. Those all sound very wonderful. But I wanted something else.”

“Yes? What can I do for you?”

“Actually, um, it’s not something that you could do.”

“I’m not understanding you, mees. Our spa only offers so many services, and if I can’t help you then...”

“Oh, dear. But, um, my friend Rarity said that, um, you have a, um, a special service that isn’t on the list, and... um...” Instead of finishing, Fluttershy’s voice just sort of faded away.

“Yes?” Aloe asked.

“Um... it has... um... a boy.”

“Oh!” Aloe raised her voice, happy to suddenly realize what Fluttershy was getting at. “You want our stud service!”

Fluttershy screamed, collapsed to her belly, and tried to bury her face between her front hooves.

“Oh, mees! I am so sorry!” Aloe rushed from the counter comfort her. “Here at our spa we are very deescrete. Yes, this is a service we offer and we are 100% confeedential with our clientele.”

“You... you are?” Fluttershy straightened back up.

“Oh, yes, mees. You have nothing to worry about. Oh, dear. You are sheevering. Well, come right this way, and you will be very well taken care of.” Aloe led Fluttershy through a door and into a private room.

“I suppose I am a little nervous,” Fluttershy said. “You see, this is my, um, my first time.”

“Yes, this does not surprise me.”

“Is... it that obvious?”

“Very few customers know about our service. And in fact we’ve only just hired our new stud this morning.”

“Oh, but, I mean, um...”

“Try to relax, Mees Fluttershy,” Aloe said as she was leaving the room. “Your stud will be with you shortly.” Aloe swung the door shut, and went off to fetch Big McIntosh.

Fluttershy waited patiently. It almost felt like she were waiting in a doctor’s or dentist’s office. Luckily, there weren’t any scary pictures of skeletons or teeth on the wall. Perhaps she was over-reacting, she thought. There was a bed, kind of small but comfortable. There was a dresser filled with towels, and even a little sink.

There was a little window over the bed with venetian blinds, closed for privacy. Fluttershy lifted one of the vines to peak out, and only saw the thick foliage of a large rhododendron. She sighed, feeling further relieved by the security of the room.

Fluttershy heard the door knob opening. Too scared to screamed, she crumpled down onto the bed and cowered into the corner. “Well now, howdy, little lady,” Big Mac sauntered into the room wearing a cowboy hat and a sequined leather vest. “How might I be a servi...,” Big Mac saw that it was Fluttershy in the room. He froze mid-sentence, unable to finish it or even think much of anything.

They looked each other in the eye, then cast their gaze downwards, only to look at each other again and repeat the whole process.

“I’m in here for the pedicure!” Fluttershy suddenly blurted out.

“Oh, OK,” Big Mac said, knowing that wasn’t entirely honest.

“Um, I didn’t know you went to the spa, Big McIntosh,” Fluttershy said. Her deep red blush had faded, and disappeared behind her yellow coat. She thought maybe if she could just engage in a little chit chat than this whole thing would just blow over and no one would ever know.

“Eyup,” Big Mac said. “I usually don’t go to the spa. This is, uh... my first day. My sister, well you know Applejack. She gave me one of them coupon gift certificate things and then made me come here.”

“Oh, you must be so nervous,” Fluttershy said. “I was nervous my first time at a spa too. But you feel so much better afterwards.”

“Yeah, about that...”

“Are you getting the full service?”

“I actually... kinda already had it.”

“Ooo, did you like it?”

“Eyup. Wasn’t half bad. I kinda got the feeling I impressed them fancy foreign ladies that run this place. So much in fact that they gave me a job.”

“They did? Oh, congratulations! And you just started working today?”

“Eyup.”

“What are they having you do? Lift boxes? Clean the pool? Oh, you’re so strong. I bet you could give a vigorous massage.”

“Stud service,” Big Mac said, matter-of-factly.

“Oh,” Fluttershy said. That was the sort of career Fluttershy didn’t know so much about.

“Eyup,” Big Mac said.

“Oh,” Fluttershy repeated, thinking about why she was in this little room.

“Eyup.”

“Oh,” Fluttershy repeated, thinking about why he was in this room with her. Right now.

“Eyup.”

Fluttershy squeaked, thinking about the conversation she had just been having with her best friend’s big brother.

In an afternoon that had been filled with long, awkward silences, this was the longest, and the most awkward. “I’m so embarrassed,” Fluttershy whispered.

“Well now, I don’t see any reason why you should be the one who’s embarrassed. You’re not the one wearing this goofy get up,” he took off the hat.

“Please. Oh please oh please oh please. Don’t tell Applejack. Or anybody else,” she begged.

“Now what would I do a think like that for? I ain’t telling nobody.”

“Thank you. It’s just that I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Me neither. It’s my first day, and you were my first client. I’m still having second thoughts about all this business.”

“Oh, but that’s not the same,” Fluttershy said.

“Huh?”

“I mean. You’re so big and handsome. The mares follow you where ever you go. I’ve seen them. I’m sure you aren’t lonely.”

“Uh...”

“I bet you’re never nervous or scared of anything. You’re so strong, I bet you’re the bravest pony in Equestria.”

“Now when you say this is your first time... you don’t just mean coming to the spa.”

“Um, no.”

“You mean you’re a... you never... ever...”

Fluttershy shook her head, too bashful to speak.

“And you came to me?” Big Mac asked.

“Well, I have a friend who said that you can go to the spa if you want to, you know, do it.”

“I see.”

“I mean, not that I’m into that kind of thing. It’s just, it’s just that I hear all my friends talking about it.”

“I can guess.”

“I mean, they talk about it with each other. And I guess they really must like it, to hear them talking about it like that. I never talk about it. Mostly because I’ve never done it before, but also I don’t talk very much. They must know that, because they never talk about it to me either. Sometimes I feel like I’m being left out. I thought maybe that if I did it, well then I’d have something to talk about too.”

“Oh,” Big Mac said, trying to imagine her position. “Ya know. It’s really not something you should do just to have something to talk about.”

“Yes, I know. I mean, I always want to anyway. It’s just, I never really could until I found out about the spa.’

“That’s good,” Big Mac said. He sat down at the foot of the bed. She came out of her corner a little. “Could I ask a question though?”

“OK.”

“Why the spa? I mean, most mares have boyfriends. I never heard of a virgin coming to a gigolo before. At least them twins never mentioned the likelihood.”

“Um, well, I’ve never had a boyfriend before.”

“Oh,” Big Mac said.

“Boys make me nervous,” Fluttershy explained. “I’d have to talk to boys if I dated boys. And I don’t usually talk to boys. I just get so shy.”

“Huh,” Big Mac said.

“And there’s never been a boy who asked me out before, so there’s that. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I like boys, it’s just that they’re so big and scary. When I was a little filly, I used to read romantic stories about some fair maiden locked away in a tower. Then some knight in shining armor would come galloping along and save her. So I would always wish I were a damsel in distress, and somebody would come along and save me. Or, you know, at least talk to me. Nobody ever did though.”

“Nope, I suppose not,” Big Mac said.

“I mean, not that I ever really expected it to happen. That’s silly. Still, it would just be nice, you know? To have a friend that’s more than just a friend? All those other things that other ponies do... go out on dates to movies and fancy restaurants and, I don’t know, ice cream shops or whatever. That all looks so nice. I wish I could do that some day. And, well, all the other stuff to. I think it would be just so absolutely wonderful to have somebody like that. Somebody who, if I’m ever so scared or nervous about something that I don’t know what to do, then I could rely on him to help me out. Somebody who wouldn’t yell at me for being scared, and wouldn’t judge me. That would be nice.”

“Except, I don’t think that will ever happen. I’m not a little fillly anymore, you know? I’ve never even been kissed. I guess it’s not my lot in life to go out on dates with boyfriends. I’ll probably end up a lonely old spinster in my cottage.”

“I don’t know, Big McIntosh. I just thought that maybe, since this is a business, well they’d have to take my money. They wouldn’t judge me, or laugh at me, or reject me. Now I wish I had never come. This is all still so embarrassing.”

Big McIntosh struggled to think of something to say. He could have said something about how just because all those fillies were always following him around, and just because they fawned all over him and, sure, had relations with him, it didn’t mean that he wasn’t lonely too. He could have said something about how incredibly nerve-wracking it was to ask out a girl, even if you had all the confidence in the world, even if you were a big guy like him. He could have said that he used to read those same sorts of stories when he was a little colt, and always imagined himself as the big charging hero.

He never said any of those things either. Like Fluttershy, Big McIntosh didn’t talk much. Instead, he kept it as simple as he could. “I won’t judge you,” he told you. “Or laugh at you, or reject you.”

Fluttershy looked up at him and smiled, then leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder. “I know, Big McIntosh. You’re nice. I feel safe when I’m with you. And I’m not just saying that because you’re Applejack’s big brother. I really, really think you’re nice.”

There was silence between them now, but it wasn’t awkward. Both of them were quiet types, both of them knew that, and both of them were content to bask in the quiet presence of each other’s company.

Fluttershy looked up at him. Big McIntosh looked down at her. They stretched their necks forward and pressed their lips together. They kissed softly, briefly. When Fluttershy opened wide her eyes again, she looked into Big Mac’s face and saw a big sheepish grin. There wasn’t an ounce any doubt or worry or fear left in her body. She wanted him in a way she had never wanted anything in her life.

She reached all the way up and kissed him again. It was a harder kiss this time, passionate. Fluttershy wasted no time being tender and cautious with her second kiss, her first had been practically forgotten already. She reached up with her front hooves and wrapped them around his neck. Then she started to pull him backwards.

They tumbled over into bed, Big Mac on top of Fluttershy. They only broke the kiss occasionally to giggle or chuckle. Big Mac had made out with any number of mares, but he couldn’t remember a time when he had felt so much emotion and actual care being delivered into a simple kiss. Fluttershy, for her part, was more intrigued by the simple physical sensation of it, the texture of his lips, the warmth and vitality of his tongue.

Fluttershy stared up at the ceiling when Big Mac’s lips left hers. He pressed them back into her neck and she let out a loud giggle. On any other day she would have covered her mouth with her hoof in embarrassment, but now she just let the laughter erupt from her mouth unashamed. It tickled intensely, but there was a strange sort of warm sensation behind it that she liked even better. This sensation increased, and the tickling diminished when he started to nibble at her neck, then her chest. Her giggling stopped.

When Big Mac kissed her stomach, she let out a single, deep laugh in unexpected surprise. It felt as if a million butterflies had suddenly burst out from some kind of cocoon and fluttered around inside of her body. She had once felt, literally, a million swarming butterflies when she was an clumsy, gangly filly. They had once saved her, both physically and spiritually, like some sort of beautiful dream. She liked this feeling even better.

Fluttershy could feel his lips moving down her body, almost as if they were walking. They walked down to where she had never let anybody before. Then he was between her legs. The ceiling above her closed in darkness as she shut her eyes.

Now she understood what she had been missing her whole life. She had no idea it could feel so good. She closed her soft thighs around Big Mac’s head and placed her hooves on his over his shaggy mane. She could feel his hot tongue moving everywhere. It tickling her, teasing her, toying with her and even sliding inside. Spikes of electric pleasure seized her body, forcing her muscles to flex, and sending high-pitched squeals escaping from her mouth that she didn’t even notice. His sultry breath blew against her as his soft, snuffling nose was pressed against her body.

She thought it would never get any better than this, and then, too soon, it was over. She hadn’t wanted to stop, but then when she opened her eyes and looked down, she realized why it had. He was slowly climbing up her body The goofy grin was gone, he had an intense look was on his face. He was an imposing figure, like a great red storm cloud blowing in over a dried yellow prairie. She grew nervous again, knowing that it was finally about to happen. Fluttershy rolled over onto her belly.

Big McIntosh laid down on top of her, pressing his weight into her. She craned her neck back, her face close to his.

“I’m scared,” she whispered.

“Ah’ll be gentle,” he whispered back.

“I know.”

It did hurt, at first. The pain faded, but there was still discomfort. He wasn’t laying on her with all his weight, but still he was pressing down on her. Then the discomfort faded as well. She felt secure with him on top of her, he was a massive block of flesh, but she could feel the beating heart inside of his body. He was comforting, like some kind of heavy blanket.

Fluttershy was growing to enjoy it. When she had thought about this moment in the past, she had always thought of it as something being done to her, as if he would be some sort of prime mover doing all the work, and she were just to lay there like an object, or some kind of victim. It wasn’t like that at all. They both worked together. They both took pleasure.

Fluttershy reached back and pressed her face up against Big Mac’s. Her mouth was open wide and she slowly, gingerly pressed her teeth together, biting the flesh of his cheek. Neither of them spoke as they made love, there was simply no need to. Their hips, their whole bodies, moved like big ocean swells, slow, but very deep and rhythmic. Fluttershy had never felt so close to another pony, not just physically, but emotionally. This must be what intimacy truly feels like, she realized. She had never felt more complete, or whole, then when she was one half of a greater whole. She felt as if there was a void in her soul that had now been filled.

They made love late into the afternoon. They never stopped, never slowed down or sped up or changed. There would be time enough for that on some other occasion. Fluttershy wanted this to never stop, and Big Mac knew it without her saying a word.

It couldn’t last forever. Fluttershy could feel Big Mac’s body tensing up. He was breathing heavily from his open mouth, and she had never seen him look so strained even after plowing the fields. Then he stopped suddenly with one last hard push, and she could feel his seed inside of her. She couldn’t have asked for a better conclusion, she felt so happy, even proud, to see that goofy grin on his face again.

He laid on top or her, motionless, heavier than before. After awhile, she felt him slipping out of her body, but that was only a physical sensation. He still filled her heart. He rolled over onto the bed and she squeezed him tight with her legs. He squeezed back.
This morning she had been nearly paralyzed with fear. Now she was overwhelmed with bliss. He had saved her day, her hero.

The twins were both behind the counter when they heard Fluttershy and Big Mac approaching down the hallway from their private room, laughing as they went.

“I don’t think the show the show usually starts til five,” he told her.

“What about the matinee?”

“We’re probably late. If the main show starts at five, then....”

“Oh, right, right,” Fluttershy said.

“So I figure... oh, hang on a minute.” Big McIntosh reached up and put his costume hat down on the counter. “Ladies?” he said to the Twins. “Now, I have to say that I really appreciated the opportunity. And it’s been a pleasure working with you both. But I’m afraid I’m gonna hafta tender my resignation. There’s been an unexpected development.”

“We understand, Meester Mac,” Aloe said.

“We have your address,” Vera, her sister, said. “We will mail you your paycheck for half a day’s work.”

“Half a day, huh? Well, I can sure put that to good use. Much obliged. Ladies?” he nodded to them. “Have a good day.”

“So,” he said, turning back to Fluttershy. “Where was I?”

“We’re late for the matinee,” she reminded him.

“Right. So. Show probably starts at five or there ‘bouts. It’s too early to get dinner.”

“Yeah, I’m not very hungry. Maybe just a little peckish.”

“How about ice cream?”

“Oh, that sounds lovely. At the parlor down the street?”

“Eyup. You like sugar cones or waffle cones?”

“I like waffle cones. Ever had freshly made waffle cones? Where the cone is still warm and soft?”

“Eyup. And after dinner we could...”

The Twins watched the couple leave the spa and disappear out of sight and earshot down the road. Both sighed, thinking the same thoughts.

“There goes the best damn male sex worker the prostitution business has ever seen,” Aloe said.

“Shame,” her sister said. “He was a real gold mine.”

“Do you think we’ll still get by without him? It hasn’t been easy.”

“I guess we’ll have to wait and see.”

“Ya. Still, he looked awfully happy when he left.”

“So did she. Do you think they’ll last?”

“I guess we’ll have to wait and see.”

“Que sera sera.”

“Whatever will be will be.”