The Big Question by VelvetHeart
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Bubbles gleamed, tiny rainbows dancing across their surfaces, catching the warm sunlight flowing through the window. In innocent awe, two wide pony-eyes watched them form glittering mounds and islands across the bath-water's surface, shortly followed by a little chirp of a giggle as two tiny forehooves broke through the soapy curtain to shatter the surface with splashy results..
Big Macintosh felt his lips quiver as he tried not to smile at the adorable sight of the tiny filly slapping the bathwater, gurgling with glee as the great stallion reached down, leaned over the tub, and gently drew the tiny little mare from watery playtime. Her breath washed over his nose as he laid her on the pre-warmed towel and leaned in to nuzzle her, tiny little pulses of air across his face.
Tiny little legs clamped around his muzzle, inquisitive eyes seeking the stallion's as she hugged his snout the best she could. A little kiss of her belly, followed by a considerably less small raspberry convinced the little filly to let go in favor of ticklish squirming, freeing the stallion enough to let him gently enfold her with the warm towel, drying her mane with strokes as gentle as a butterfly's caress.
"Love you, sweetie." The words were so quiet, he almost hadn't spoken.
Then he made the fatal mistake.
He opened his eyes.
Suddenly he was alone again, in his room, holding only the ragged and abandoned old stuffed toy that had once belonged to a mare.
...Smarty Pants only partially muffled the lonely stallion's sobs.
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The weather pegasi had done a marvelous job, as usual. It was a perfect day to go out, and enjoy a little lunch at a pleasant little outdoor cafe together with friends, chatting and pony-watching. As it was wont to do, the conversation wandered from subject to subject, until it finally settled on a subject that had been bothering poor Applejack for a while now: Her herdless brother Big Macintosh and the rather sizable issue that'd prevented him from properly 'meeting' a mare or four. The answer was obvious. Without their help, the poor stallion would live a lonely life indeed.
"So, all we gotta do is find some unattached mare who's a... uhm..." Applejack faltered for a moment, eyes roaming her tight little circle of friends. "A mare who is fond of-"
Suddenly she realized that one of her friends had gone mysteriously missing. Their little huddle of friends lacking an excitable mass of pink curls that she was sure had been there moments ago. "Ehm, girls? Where's Pinkie Pie?"
"Hello miss! Are you a raging masochistic size-queen?" Pinkie Pie cheerfully bounced through the crowd and both across- and along the street, going from pony to pony.
"Hello miss! Are you a raging masochistic size-queen?"
"Hello miss! Are you a raging masochistic size-queen?"
"Hello miss! Are you a raging masochistic size-queen?"
"Hello miss! Are you a raging masochistic size-queen?"
"Hello miss! Are you a raging masochistic size-queen?"
"Oh... oh dear," Fluttershy whimpered.