Please note that the following pairing was done upon request. There are many ponies that like this stuff, and if you are not one of them then I apologize. I'm writing this fic for everypony, not just you. So if you feel offended that is fine, just don't be a homophobic douche about the whole affair.

Thank you.

Rarity couldn't believe of all ponies to walk into her boutique door to buy one of her new items, it had to have been Big Macintosh. She never figured that he was into these kinds of things, but the more her eyes looked over the studly stallion, a draft horse if there ever was one, she began to realize that maybe he was a sire about town after all. Of course his honest nature and kind heart shot that theory down real quick. He wasn't the love 'em and leave 'em type, after all.

“Big Mac, darling! What in Equestria brings you here?” the unicorn asked, a hoof to her chest as she tried to catch her fleeting breath, a natural instinct of her's whenever she saw a stud. She knew such a relationship wouldn't work, given Applejack and all. But that didn't mean she couldn't 'window shop' as she put it more than once when gossiping with Fluttershy at the spa.

“Well, I was hopin' that you maybe had somethin' to help keep out nosy little fillies.” Big Mac pawed at the floor nervously with a hoof. “Apple Bloom's gonna stick her snout in a mess of trouble one of these days,” he shook his head slowly as he lamented that thought.

“Oh, well I do have a lovely selection of decorative keepsake boxes, but those are more for jewlery really,” Rarity explained, glancing over at the golden, gem encrusted boxes displayed in the picture window. She turned her head back to look at the stallion, who was still staring at the floor, blushing madly. “But, that's not why you're really here? Is it?”

“Ah was just curious.” Big Mac raised his head, a goofy smile on his face. “An' maybe ah can get Applejack somethin' as kind of a joke. Ah hear how she's always muttering Rainbow Dash's name in her sleep, but ah ain't never said anything.”

Rarity blinked, her face expressionless as she soaked this in. Not that it wasn't obvious to her, far from it. The way those two fought like an old married couple, constantly at each others throats in whatever they do. But to hear the normally reserved Big Mac say it served to drive the point home. “Well, I'm sure she wouldn't appreciate you airing her, um, 'dirty laundry', as it were.”

Big Mac nodded. “She thought ya'll would've figured it out by now anyways, she was just to proud to say anything to find out. Of course, ah think that it's jus' strictly platonic and nutthin' else. She's to honest to lie about feelings like that.”

The unicorn could only nod, her mind focused on how she was going to cope with knowing this, and keeping it bottled up inside and not tell anypony else. She'll probably have a bloody lip at the spa tomorrow, biting it just to keep from telling Fluttershy anything. Her mane slowly began to fray at the edges with this thought. “Well,” she cleared her throat, “Why not step this way with me.”

Little did they know, they were being watched by a certain orange Pegasus filly, with a wicked smile on her face.

Back at the library, Twilight Sparkle was busy in her books as always. She had noticed that the bag under her bed was slightly moved, but thought nothing of it. Spike wouldn't be the kind to invade privacy, especially in his 'big sister's' room. There was even more incentive not to because this big sister had a canon loaded with magic on her forehead. A faint knock at the door snapped her from her stupor, realizing that her eyes had been staring at the book for so long the print was a blur. She blinked a few time, shaking the cobwebs out of her head, and trotted over to the door. Standing before her, was a mint green earth pony, a bright pink mane and tail, and eyes full of tears. Minty really didn't know where she was going, her mind still a blur of the events she had experienced. As a virgin, she felt as if she had experienced a murder, or worse. She blindly stumbled around the town, completely unaware she forgot her socks, and her vision was blurred by the constant tears. Before she knew it, she was tripping over the stairs to the library door.

“Who are you? Are you okay?” Twilight began to use her horn out of habit to scan her vital signs, noticing an increased heart rate and nothing else. “My name's Twilight...and...” the pony glanced away from her, shrinking like a violet as if she was going to be punished. This confused the unicorn even more, and her darting eyes searched for any scars or other injuries that could be visible. Then she saw the dried blood on her inner thigh, and gasped in horror. She knew what had happened. “Oh my gosh! We've got to get you to Nurse Redheart!”

Big Macintosh strolled into the barn, stashing his gift for Applejack behind a few piles of hay, taking a nibble for himself before turning to head out to the orchards to help his sisters with their apple bucking duties. After a few minutes of searching around, he finally found the orange earth pony, doing what she did best as she kicked a tree right in the sweet spot, sending it's lead dropping into the well placed baskets.

“Hey ya sis!” he called out, walking up beside her. “You seem distracted today.”

“Ah'm tryin to get all this apple buckin' done afore tonight! Braeburn is coming over all the way from Appleloosa, and ah want to be able to have the whole day to treat him right tomorrow. He should be on his way from the Ponyville train station soon. Got him a bed set up in the barn and everythin'!”

“Why would he want to come here?” Big Mac blinked, “It isn't time for another Apple Clan Reunion, is it?”

“No!” Applejack gave a playful punch to Big Mac's leg. “He said he was curious what Ponyville was like after hearin' all about it when we were there delieverin' Bloomberg,” she stopped her bucking to remove her hat and wipe the sweat from her forehead.

“Hey there, cuz!” a familiar voice drawled, making the two ponies turn their heads to see Braeburn coming up the path. “Ya'll didn't tell me this place was so far away!”

“Hey, Brae! Ah got Granny Smith cookin up her famous Apple Pie, then we can wash it down with some of our famous hard cider.” Applejack ran through the rest of the itinerary for the night when Braeburn interrupted with a loud yawn.

“Actually, Ah'm kinda' tired from the trip. Don't see how ya'll can sleep on those trains like that,” he explained as he cracked his back audibly.

“Well, ya bed's in the barn if'n ya wanna hit the hay,” Applejack snickered at her own bad pun, but quickly regained composure. “Ah'll have Big Mac bring ya some pie and cider, then ya'll can get some rest. We've got a big day showin' ya around town tomorrow.”

“Ah would like that very much, ma'm,” Braeburn nodded, a smile on his face. Applejack led him to the barn while Big Mac went to get the pie and cider.

“Hey, Brae. You still awake?” Big Mac whispered, opening the door to the barn quietly.

“Shure am! What's up?” Braeburn asked, his eyes bright and wide smile. His hat and vest were off and he was already getting into bed when Big Mac walked in. The big red stallion walked in, a plate with a slice of pie held tightly in his teeth, and a six pack of cold cider on his back, making him trot in with urgency as the chill went down his spine. He sat them down on the floor of the barn. “Hows about ya'll have a drink with me? Like old times!”

Big mac nodded, a smile on his face. “How's life been in Appleloosa lately? Heard ya'll had a big land dispute not to long ago.”

Braeburn took a swig of cider and waved a hoof dismissively. “Nah. We got it all worked out. Them buffalo folk are right nice when ya get to know em.”

Big Mac nodded in agreement, taking a swig of his own cider, his teeth clenched hard and his eyes screwed shut when the bitter taste hit his tongue. This cider was extra fermented, and could probably be used in one of Twilight's spell concoctions, if only for its explosive properties. “Most folks are if ya take the time to talk to em.” He noticed Braeburn had already finished his pie and was working on his second bottle of cider. Feeling that he should keep up, Big Mac polished off his first one, and grabbed another one in his teeth, twisting the cap off with ease.

After the last two were gone, the room was spinning now. Applejack was going to get a good talking too about this. Selling cider this hard could get them in trouble. Big Mac held his head as if that would stop his spinning vision. After that failed, he shook his head, sending his already sweaty mane flying about and clinging to his forehead. He heard Braeburn snicker, and shot a dirty look at the pony, who seemed to be a bit excited at the prospect of being locked in a barn with the studliest pony in town. The alcohol was in full effect, as Braebun's inhibition was tossed away, causing him to open his mouth. “Ah always wuz a bit jealous that you got all the muscles of the family,” he crossed his hooves across his chest.

Big Mac smiled, his own addled mind taking this as foreplay. “Well, whut do ya plan to do about it?” he asked in a fake smug tone, looking up as Rarity would at a commoner.

“A'll wrassel ya! To show ya you ain't all that!” Braeburn snapped, leaping onto the draft pony without warning, sending them both tumbling to the floor. Big Mac grunted in frustration, ready to buck and toss the pony off his back, when he felt something strange poking at the base of his tail. He immediately knew what it was, and blushed slightly.

“Now, Brae. We don't want to do nutthin' we'll regret.” Big Mac calmly replied, not that he'd probably remember tonight anyway as that cider seemed to eat away brain cells every minuet.

It was too late. Braeburn was already getting into the zone, and Big Mac felt the offending object working its way lower as the pony slid his way down his back. Soon it found its destination, and was all to eager to proceed. Big Mac's eyes shot open in horror at what was going on, but bucking him off now would be painful for all ponies involved. Soon, however, the fright subsided for a strange feeling up his spine, and the hot breath on the nape of his neck. The smell of the cider poured out with their sweat as Braeburn began his ministrations, sliding in slowly and moaning like an animal as the warmth embraced him.

Big Mac began snorting in passion as well, confused yet enjoying this feeling at the same time. An odd combination of forbidden actions and unexplored lands made for a butterfly samba in his stomach as he felt Braeburn try to force himself deeper, his back hoof scraping against his cutie mark as he thrust awkwardly. His own need was pressed painfully against the floor, and the thrusting made this position worse. Reaching behind him with his forehooves, he used his massive strength to lift Braeburn up and out, and placed him on the ground next to him. He then quickly rolled over to relieve the pressure.

“Well, looks like ya'll got excited too!” Braeburn got to wobbly hooves, and after a few misplaced steps to find the real floor among many, he made his way over to the blushing stallion and climbed back on top, positioning himself for the next phase of their game. Big Mac was too confused, embarrassed, and drunk to provide any resistance as his thickness slid into Braeburn, not being able to fit all the way, much to his dismay. He planted his forehooves on Mac's chest and attempted to move up and down, gritting his teeth as he adjusted to the size. After getting a good rhythm going, Braeburn began sweating even more, filling Big Mac's flaring nostrils with the smell of cider and musk. Big Mac's head jerked back as a sudden sensation built between his flanks, and soon, erupted upwards and into the waiting pony above him. This caused Braeburn's own climax, covering his partner's face with his own excitement.

Braeburn collapsed on top of the stallion, sticky mess in between them as they drifted off to sleep, hoping that the morning wouldn't be too terribly awkward.

Unbeknownst to them, however, was the curious orange Pegasus peering through a knothole in the barn door, a look of horror and curiosity on her face. It wasn't what she was looking for, but it was different that's for sure.