So, This hunk of a stallion was bringing you to his home! Satisfied with this answer, you rest easy, laying back on the piles of fruit, thinking of how lucky you've been this day. Unfortunately, your bruised flank was a necessary sacrifice, but all things heal with time. As things were though, you couldn't help but imagine your flank getting abused even more in the future. Letting your imagination run off into the clouds, you lose track of time quickly while the cart continues down the road.
"Here it is." Comes the deep voice of the stallion pulling the cart. Sitting up and looking around, you see a huge farm with hundreds of apple trees, each loaded with juicy fruit, looking just as fresh and tempting as those lying in the cart beside you. Nestled close to the lines of trees was an old-fashioned barn, which, though not as modern as the rest of Ponyville, showed just as much love and care in it's making.
"It's beautiful..." you say, looking over the settlement.
"Eeyup." Came the reply from Big Macintosh. "As pretty as it is, it does take a right huge amount of work. Most of the apples are about ready to harvest right now. I should be getting back to work after I get you comfortable, so I hope you'll be okay with resting for a while."
Considering the huge landscape of trees, you can't help but see that he had a point. You also found yourself with a good idea about how this stallion grew to be so strong and masculine. Walking to the back of the cart, The red pony helped you get to your feet and walk to the door of the barn.
Once inside, you were lead to a large bed, where you flopped over, reveling in the comfort of the soft surface.
As Big Macintosh turned to leave, you called out, "You'll come back later, right?" His head turned, and he smiled warmly.
"Eeyup. If you need anything, my sister Applejack should be working down in the basement. She'll be able to help you if you need anything."
And with that, you were left alone to rest. Imagining the red stallion working up a hard swear out with the apple trees, you were tempted to touch yourself down below, but the soreness of your loins and the fatigue of your legs held you back, and you fell into a deep sleep.
Shaking yourself awake two hours later, you found yourself feeling better faster than you'd thought. Thought there was still a bit of stiffness, you had the strength to stand and walk on your own. Having not much to do inside the barn while Big Macintosh was still working, you quickly decided to explore a bit. Maybe his sister was still downstairs as he'd said? Curiosity drove you to find a small set of stairs leading down to a basement level. Finding a door at the bottom, you cautiously opened it a crack to see...
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