I'm afraid of a season

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>You feel sick, and weary, and unhappy.
>It's almost the end of Summer.
>Instead of happiness and brilliance filling each day one and all are panicky, nervous and scared.
>But none will speak of this disturbing shift in emotion, but they all know about it.
>Soon fall will be around, the days will become short and it'll be back to the dreadful grind.
>You sit on the fence on the farthest side of Sweet Apple Acres, the setting sun mocking you as it sinks into the horizon.
>Not wanting to look at it you turn your gaze to the grass, a soft wind blows it to the left.
>Something catches your ear, the near silent sound of someone trotting closer.
>A smile curls across your face, you look up to see Big Mac moseying forward, sprig of wheat in his mouth.
>Oh, he makes it all better.
>You try to dispel your grin, but it just won't work.
>He says nothing, taking a position beside you on the fence, leaning up against it.
"Hey," you say, a little of your giddiness showing in your voice.
>"I thought I'd find you here."
>There is some silence, you can't think of anything to say, and you know Big Mac won't say anything.
"You like sunsets?"
>"On occasion."
"Depends on the company you're with?"
>He nods, looking at the orange globe in the distance.
>You begin to feel nervous, afraid of how to precede.
"Are you liking this sunset?" you say, hoping your little hint makes sense to this hard to crack stallion.
>He looks up at you, with a calm expressionless face, "It's one of the better ones."
>You pray that means what you want it to mean.
>You clear your throat awkwardly.
>It's getting dark, darker even with the clouds gathering above.
"How's the whole mare situation."
>He shrugs, "No changes. You know I'm particular."
>Oh he always says that.
>What does that mean?
>Maybe it's a hint!
"I am too. Have I ever told you? It's so hard to find the perfect one," you apply some emotion to those last few words.
>He looks at you with curious, and confused eyes.
>"I think I understand..."
>Your eyes go wide, did that just work?
>Did it happen?
"Looks like it's going to rain," you comment, looking up at the dark clouds that have blocked out the moon.
>"We should head inside before it comes down," he replies softly, heading off.
>You hurry to catch up, somewhat excited.
>But also very aware that you could be getting your hopes up for nothing.
>The rain comes pouring down before you and Big Mac are even half way to the farmhouse.
>By some chance while you and he are stumbling around the fields a small shack comes into view.
>You're already soaked, and so is he.
>You give him a smile and nod toward the little rickety thing.
>His pace quickens, and you step it up to keep up with him.
>By the time you and him get inside there is no longer any point.
>You brush your wet hair out of your eyes, suddenly realizing how small this place is.
>There is next to no room to move, you and Big Mac are forced close together, hot breath washing over each other.
>The patter of rain and the huffing of you and him are the only sounds.
>You can't recall anytime you've been close with him like this.
>It's...nice.
"Well, we might be here awhile."
>He looks around, "Eeyup."
>You inch closer to him, just trying to some of his warmth.
>He doesn't seem to notice, and doesn't move.
"I'm cold, you?"
>He looks up at you with slightly wide eyes, head nodding slowly.
>Your really close now.
>Maybe now is the time to make a move.
>In a swift movement you lean down and kiss him.
>The night goes silent, the rain seems to stop, all you can sense is his lips pressed against yours.
>But he retracts quickly, stumbling back and hitting the wall, a bucket gets knocked over, creating move clatter.
>"The hay is wrong with you?"
"I-I'm sorry, it was an accident," you claim, flinching.
>You fucked up.
>You fucked up, badly.
>"That wasn't no accident. Y-you just uh..." his voice trails off.
>He shakes his head.
>He recollects himself, and steps forward, not looking upset or disgusted, just tired tired.
>And maybe a little unsure.
>He takes a few unsteady steps forward, his eyes looking everywhere but at you.
>Assuming he is trying to get close you shorten the trip, inching forward, face hot and hands trembling.
>Why does this have to be so hard?
>You and him are within touching distance, He hops up, putting his hooves on your chest.
>He looks at you sternly, his face a mix of uncertainty and disturbance.
>You dip your head toward him-
>Success!
>Oh this is amazing, you shut your eyes tight.
>It's just like you've imagined.
>He pulls back again, brow furrowed, searching around the room with his eyes.
"What's the matter?"
>"This is a little, uh, strange for me."
>You close the gap.
"Relax, don't worry. We can go as slow or as quick as you want."
>He glances over at a bale of hay.
>"Might as well go quick. An' I got an idea."
"Are you sure about this?"
>He nods, laying some more hay on the floor.
>You take off your wet shirt, but hold off undressing further.
>He gets on his back, cracking a nervous, shaky smile.
>You return, your own uncertainty bleeding through.
>This could very well be the best thing that's happened in a very long time.
>You descend upon him, running your hand up his soft stomach.
>A kiss gives you another taste of this fine stallion.
>Once more you notice the patter of the rain as your senses heighten.
>One of his hooves runs down your chest, down to your leg.
>It meets up with his other hoof, undoing the button on your pants.
>With a sharp intake of breath you slid off your jeans, your hand running over his shaft.
>He lets out a long breath, shivering at your touch.
>You smile warmly, kissing his chest, the his mouth another time.
>It only gets better.
>He nuzzles your chest, soft mane tickling you.
>You button up your shirt, just now noticing the rain has ended.
>Big Mac gives you a half grin, you spot some regret in his features.
>But your brain won't accept it, you're too focused on what could be the start of something great.
"Wow. I don't even know what to say after that."
>He leans up against the wall, catching his breath, "Eeyup."
"Yeah, that works."
>A knocking comes at the shack's door.
>"Big Mac?" Applejack calls.
>Fuck.
>His eyes go wide and shoot to the door.
>"Big Mac, you in there?

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>You feel sick, and weary, and unhappy.
>It's almost the end of Summer.
>Instead of happiness and brilliance filling each day one and all are panicky, nervous and scared.
>But none will speak of this disturbing shift in emotion, but they all know about it.
>Soon fall will be around, the days will become short and it'll be back to the dreadful grind.
 
>You sit on the fence on the farthest side of Sweet Apple Acres, the setting sun mocking you as it sinks into the horizon.
>Not wanting to look at it you turn your gaze to the grass, a soft wind blows it to the left.
>Something catches your ear, the near silent sound of someone trotting closer.
>A smile curls across your face, you look up to see Big Mac moseying forward, sprig of wheat in his mouth.
>Oh, he makes it all better.
>You try to dispel your grin, but it just won't work.
>He says nothing, taking a position beside you on the fence, leaning up against it.
"Hey," you say, a little of your giddiness showing in your voice.
>"I thought I'd find you here."
>There is some silence, you can't think of anything to say, and you know Big Mac won't say anything.
"You like sunsets?"
>"On occasion."
"Depends on the company you're with?"
>He nods, looking at the orange globe in the distance.
>You begin to feel nervous, afraid of how to precede.
"Are you liking this sunset?" you say, hoping your little hint makes sense to this hard to crack stallion.
>He looks up at you, with a calm expressionless face, "It's one of the better ones."
>You pray that means what you want it to mean.
>You clear your throat awkwardly.
>It's getting dark, darker even with the clouds gathering above.
"How's the whole mare situation."
>He shrugs, "No changes. You know I'm particular."
>Oh he always says that.
>What does that mean?
>Maybe it's a hint!
"I am too. Have I ever told you? It's so hard to find the perfect one," you apply some emotion to those last few words.
>He looks at you with curious, and confused eyes.
>"I think I understand..."
>Your eyes go wide, did that just work?
>Did it happen?
"Looks like it's going to rain," you comment, looking up at the dark clouds that have blocked out the moon.
>"We should head inside before it comes down," he replies softly, heading off.
>You hurry to catch up, somewhat excited.
>But also very aware that you could be getting your hopes up for nothing.
 
>The rain comes pouring down before you and Big Mac are even half way to the farmhouse.
>By some chance while you and he are stumbling around the fields a small shack comes into view.
>You're already soaked, and so is he.
>You give him a smile and nod toward the little rickety thing.
>His pace quickens, and you step it up to keep up with him.
>By the time you and him get inside there is no longer any point.
>You brush your wet hair out of your eyes, suddenly realizing how small this place is.
>There is next to no room to move, you and Big Mac are forced close together, hot breath washing over each other.
>The patter of rain and the huffing of you and him are the only sounds.
>You can't recall anytime you've been close with him like this.
>It's...nice.
"Well, we might be here awhile."
>He looks around, "Eeyup."
>You inch closer to him, just trying to some of his warmth.
>He doesn't seem to notice, and doesn't move.
"I'm cold, you?"
>He looks up at you with slightly wide eyes, head nodding slowly.
>Your really close now.
>Maybe now is the time to make a move.
>In a swift movement you lean down and kiss him.
>The night goes silent, the rain seems to stop, all you can sense is his lips pressed against yours.
>But he retracts quickly, stumbling back and hitting the wall, a bucket gets knocked over, creating move clatter.
>"The hay is wrong with you?"
 
"I-I'm sorry, it was an accident," you claim, flinching.
>You fucked up.
>You fucked up, badly.
>"That wasn't no accident. Y-you just uh..." his voice trails off.
>He shakes his head.
>He recollects himself, and steps forward, not looking upset or disgusted, just tired tired.
>And maybe a little unsure.
>He takes a few unsteady steps forward, his eyes looking everywhere but at you.
>Assuming he is trying to get close you shorten the trip, inching forward, face hot and hands trembling.
>Why does this have to be so hard?
>You and him are within touching distance, He hops up, putting his hooves on your chest.
>He looks at you sternly, his face a mix of uncertainty and disturbance.
>You dip your head toward him-
>Success!
>Oh this is amazing, you shut your eyes tight.
>It's just like you've imagined.
>He pulls back again, brow furrowed, searching around the room with his eyes.
"What's the matter?"
>"This is a little, uh, strange for me."
>You close the gap.
"Relax, don't worry. We can go as slow or as quick as you want."
>He glances over at a bale of hay.
>"Might as well go quick. An' I got an idea."

"Are you sure about this?"
>He nods, laying some more hay on the floor.
>You take off your wet shirt, but hold off undressing further.
>He gets on his back, cracking a nervous, shaky smile.
>You return, your own uncertainty bleeding through. 
>This could very well be the best thing that's happened in a very long time.
>You descend upon him, running your hand up his soft stomach.
>A kiss gives you another taste of this fine stallion.
>Once more you notice the patter of the rain as your senses heighten. 
>One of his hooves runs down your chest, down to your leg.
>It meets up with his other hoof, undoing the button on your pants.
>With a sharp intake of breath you slid off your jeans, your hand running over his shaft.
>He lets out a long breath, shivering at your touch.
>You smile warmly, kissing his chest, the his mouth another time.
>It only gets better.
>He nuzzles your chest, soft mane tickling you.

>You button up your shirt, just now noticing the rain has ended.
>Big Mac gives you a half grin, you spot some regret in his features.
>But your brain won't accept it, you're too focused on what could be the start of something great.
"Wow. I don't even know what to say after that."
>He leans up against the wall, catching his breath, "Eeyup."
"Yeah, that works."
>A knocking comes at the shack's door.
>"Big Mac?" Applejack calls.
>Fuck.
>His eyes go wide and shoot to the door.

>"Big Mac, you in there?

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