It was Heart's and Hoove's Day in Ponyville, and Fluttershy was in her bedroom pondering about what she could do for Big Mac, who she sincerely hoped really was her special somepony, when she heard a dog's barking. She looked out her window and saw Winona chasing after Angel. "Oh my," she whispered as she flew out the door, only to see that it it was Angel chasing Winona. "C'mere, girl!" Fluttershy petted the brown and white dog when she came over. "Who brought you here?" The pony glanced up at the sun, which was facing her, as if asking for an answer.
"Ah did."
The pegasus jumped and snapped around, startled out of her wits. She soon calmed down though, once she saw who the speaker was. "Oh, Big Mac, hi!" She blushed lightly, remembering what day it was, and also wondering what was in his bulging saddlebags.
"Hello Fluttershy... Um..." He took a deep breath. "'R'ya doin' anythin' t'day?" he asked, looking away.
"N-no. Why?"
"Ah was jist wonderin' if ya... Maybe... Would like ta go somewhere... With me?" He winced a little, once again expecting rejection. It was always a possibility. Applejack said he worried to much.
She hooked a hoof around his. "Y-yes, I think I would." She too looked away.
The big red pony's head shot up. "Really? Ya would?" Fluttershy smiled at his happiness, which Big Macintosh took as a yes, and told Winona, "Home, girl." They were off.
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The pair walked down the road in happy silence until they arrived at the gazebo. "Wait 'ere," Big Mac asked Fluttershy, as he took a frayed picnic blanket out of one saddlebag and spread it on the ground. He then got out two chipped plates, scratched glasses, a beat up candle, silverware, a jug of milk wrapped in ice and foil, fresh ingredients wrapped in paper, a metal heater, a dented pan, and a bowl. He laid out the ingredients: daisies, hay, bread, salt, eggs, pasta, sugar, lettuce, butter, cheese, grapes, and three kinds of apples. "Take yer pick, an' Ah'll fix it up fer ya," he said, putting his bags off to the side.
"Oh, no, you decide. You carried it all up here, I'll be happy to eat whatever you want." His face fell a little, and she soon realized her mistake. "But, if you really want me to, I guess I would like all of them sautéed?" She shrunk behind her hair, not used to stating what she wanted.
The earth pony's face brightened. "Okay!" he said, and went to work, after lighting the candle. Fluttershy sat behind her plate. Soon the aroma was too much to bear, and her stomach growled loudly. She squeaked and blushed as Big Mac looked over with a confused smile. Then his stomach growled in return. They laughed.
"Well, it's done!" he said as he served the meal. The ponies ate in relative quiet, aside from their chewing and birdsong. Fluttershy broke the silence, thanking Big Macintosh for his cooking. "Naw, it was nothin'. Yer supposed t' do somethin' special fer yer special somepony. If yer okay with that," he added quickly.
She broke into a smile and tackled him in a hug.
He could feel wet tears on his fur. "Is everythin' okay? If ya don't wanna be ma special somepony, Ah don't mind. It's—" He stopped when he heard her laughing happily. "What?"
"Th-thank you!" she cried. "I was so worried, I thought... But it doesn't matter. Just... Thank you." She calmed down and released him.
He smiled. "The surprises ain't over yet." He reached into his saddlebags and pulled out a crudely made paper heart boxish thing, which had many protuberances. He handed it to her. "Go on," he said excitedly, "open it."
She did. Inside were a multitude of different chocolates, all wrapped in a different color.
Big Mac was bear-hugged to the ground.
Fluttershy sighed into his chest, and her special somepony gave her a questioning look. "I... I haven't thought of anything to give you. I don't know what could come even close to this." She gestured around them.
"It's okay. Ya don' hafta do anythin' fer me. Ah'm just glad yer happy." He nuzzled her neck. She sighed again, this time with pleasure.
The yellow pegasus floated up first, then landed nearby as the draft got up, rubbing his neck where his yoke was. Suddenly, her face lit up. "I know! Big Mac, lay back down please, on your belly. Oh, and take your yoke off."
He obliged. "What exacly is this for?"
"Just hold still, and tell me if it hurts." His eyes widened, but stayed still.
Fluttershy jumped onto his back softly, and began the massage. She kneaded his back with her hooves like a cat would a soft blanket, feeling along his spine, and a little lower, earning herself Big Macintosh's blush. Then, still kneading, she rose to where his neck met his back slowly worked down from there, until...
POP!
"There it is! Do you feel any better?" she asked as she got off.
He stood up and rolled his shoulders. "Eeyup."
They laughed, not really knowing why. Big Mac gathered his things, and they walked home, once again in happy silence, as the sun set for the day.