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by Super Trampoline


Big Mac and I Make Out. Also, I'm Sad No One Commented On My Sandwiches :(((

One day, Big Macintosh approached me while I was eating leftover sandwich-making ingredients (hey, continuity between chapters!). "H-hello, Super Trampoline," he said, somewhat meek and demurely.

"Well hey there, Big Mac! What brings you round these parts?"

He looked shy and bashful. "I... I would like to explore my... uh... I'm not sure I'm entirely straight. And well, since you are such an open-minded stallion, I was wondering whether uh, we could... experiment."

Awwwww, how sweet. "Awwwww, how sweet!" I responded. "Big Macintosh, you're a stand up stallion any pony of any gender would be honored to call a friend, cuddle buddy, make out partner, or possibly even something more that I can't discuss in this story because it's rated everyone. (Keeping this story E-rated is one of my many special talents.)"

"Story? What are you on about, Trampoline?" he asked askingly.

"Nevermind all that. Fourth wall stuff. Ask Pinkie Pie about it sometime. Anyway, would you like to cuddle and make out with me?"

"Um, yes, I would like that very much."

And then Big MacIntosh and I cuddled and made out with each other in the hay loft of Sweet Apple Acres for two hours. It went very well, because cuddling and making out with Big MacIntosh in the hay loft of Sweet Apple Acres for two hours is one of my many special talents.