Soarin let go a big “BURP” sound. Usually he would apologize after doing something so gross but considering he was all alone on the barn with Big MacIntosh, he figured he didn't need to apologize to another stallion.

“Man, that was the best apple pie ever! I love Granny Smith´s pies!”

“And ah bet she loves hearing that,” Big Mac said.

“The praise or the burp?” Soarin joked and they both laughed. “But man, really, this is why I love doing gigs near Ponyville, because we got a chance to stop by the farm and get the best pies in all of Equestria.”

“And we love having you around. Everytime we heard Mrs. Dash talking about ya next gig, we get a order ready for our best customers.”

“Well, that explains it,” Soarin said, looking at the over forty pies piled on the table. “Too bad only me and Spitfire made it. Seems you made enough pies for the entire team.”

“Don´t worry. Ah´ll take care of the rest once you leave, “ Big Mac said.

“What? Are you implying I can´t eat all those pies?”

“You can't handle half of them.”

“You saying you can eat more than me?”

“There´s only one pony who can eat more than me, partner.”

“Wrong. There´s two,” Soaring said, matching Big Mac´s smirk.

They both put their hooves on the table and locked their eyes. They nodded at the same time and started eating pie after pie.

Ten minutes later, they were done with all the food.

“Oh man, I think...I think I´m going blind…” Soarin said, patting his huge belly. “Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.”

“Eeeyup.”

“Uh, my stomach is killing me. I better go to the hospital…” Soarin said but when he tried to move he fall down. “Nevermind, I´ll just laid here and die quietly.”

“Well, ah do know an old Apple recipe for stomach ache,” Big Mac said.

“Yeah? What is it?”

“A good nap…”

“Sounds about right.”

“While cuddling another family member or a good friend.”

“...you serious?” Soarin asked, looking at Big Mac who looked a little uncomfortable.

“Worked like a charm when ah was little.”

“But...isn't a little weird. You know, being colts and all…”

“Ah used to do it all the time with my cousin on family reunions. It ain't...that weird.”

Both colts looked around for a few seconds, like trying to let the issue go away. Unfortunately, their stomachs had different plans. Sighing, Soarin got up and nodded to Big Mac who pointed to a pile of hay next to them.

They crawled over to the pile and laid there, Big Mac placing his arms around Soarin and drawing him closer. It was a bit strange at first but soon their digestive systems started to work and they relax. Before they know it, they both fell asleep.

Soarin woke up first and he noticed the sun was going down, meaning they had been sleeping a long while. His stomach no longer hurt and he had to admit, he actually felt very comfortable. He noticed Big Mac moving.

“You awake, man?”

“Yup.”

“You were right, worked like a charm.”

“Told ya.”

They stayed there for a while, just hearing the soft sounds of the farm.

“Wanna get up?” Soarin asked.

“...nope,” Big Mac admitted.

“Yeah, me neither. Actually, i think I´m going to take another nap before dinner.”

“Sounds about right,” Big Mac said and got a little comfortable, allowing Soarin to also move a little and spread his wings.

Meanwhile, in the upper floor of the Apple house, Spitfire moved a little to spread her wings and letting Applejack get a little closer.

“Seriously? That many?” she asked.

“Not even mah brother can compete,” Applejack said, patting her belly.

“I´ll take your word for it. Or rather, I´ll like to see that over dinner.”

Applejack laughed and leaned her head, happy that their stomach ache was all gone.