Rain continued to fall over Ponyville as darkness descended across the town, which signaled night time.
At Sugarcube Corner, Pinkie is up late, unable to sleep. Thoughts of what happened to Big Mac earlier in the day ran through her mind.
“Why couldn’t I tell you my feelings sooner...why must I be afraid of what Applejack thinks?” mumbled the pink pony to herself as she gets everything ready to bake a fresh batch of cupcakes.
She suddenly heard someone knock on the door. Curious, Pinkie cautiously walked to the front entrance only to see Big Mac outside in the rain.
The pink pony unlocked the door. “Big Mac? What are you doing out in the rain?” she asks the red stallion, curious and confused.
“Thinkin’ about my life.” answered the stallion. Pinkie lead him inside.
The pink pony quickly zoomed in and out of the kitchen to grab a towel. “Here...dry yourself off...Mrs. Cake hates it when the floors gets wet.” She then threw Big Mac a towel.
Big Mac proceeded to dry himself off. “So...why did you decided to come here?” Pinkie asked.
“You’re t’ only mare ah can face right now.” sadly answered the stallion.
“But what about your sister?” Pinkie asked. “Or Fluttershy?”
“Ah can’t face mah sister right now...ah upset her enough as it is.” the red stallion explained.
Pinkie decided to move on to a different subject. “Uh...Mac...I’m currently baking some delicious cupcakes right now...so maybe you could help me?”
Big Mac just nodded in agreement. Anything to keep his mind off his bad day.
They both walked into the kitchen. “Okay, I just need you to look in the cookbook and measure out all the ingredients for me...okay?” stated the pink pony, who hoped to cheer up the stallion.
“Eeyup.” agreed Mac as he began to do as he was told. He went over to a country and began to look at the instructions in the cookbook.
Pinkie couldn’t help but get an eye full of Mac’s big, muscular and tone rump. ”Such a large pony...but such a gentle heart too, a gentle giant.” she thought. Pinkie quickly regained her concentration and went back to the task at hoof; bake cupcakes.
As the minutes pass, Big Mac was tasked with handling the dry ingredients while Pinkie mixed the wet. They both mixed their halves to make the cupcake batter before Pinkie poured it into the cupcake tray.
“I’m sure they’ll be super duper delicious!” exclaimed Pinkie as she placed the tray into the oven to bake.
“Eeyup.” nodded Big Mac in agreement.
“So now we wait.” stated the pink pony as she sat down at the kitchen counter. Big Mac followed suit, who then set across from Pinkie at the counter.
Several minutes of awkward silence passed between then. In a rare moment, Pinkie couldn’t immediately come up with a conversation topic. But she eventually thought up of one.
“Do you remember the day we first met?” asked Pinkie.
“Why o’ course ah do!” responded Big Mac. “It’s kind o’ hard NOT t’ remember meetin’ a pony as unique as yah.” he complimented.
Pinkie blushed when she heard what the stallion said. “I remember too...it was one of my fondest memories of Ponyville, meeting the first pony in a new town that was so nice to me and made me feel welcomed.” stated the mare.
“Ah shucks...ah was just bein’ polite...that’s all.” stated the stallion with a lot of humility.
“Well...I’m glad you’re so polite, and nice, and gentle and...” Pinkie trailed off, as she began to realize something. “Why don’t we talk as much as we used to Mac?” she asked.
Big Mac thought long and hard about the question before he shrugged his shoulders. “Ah don’t know...ah guess we just got busy an’ found new friends t’ talk to.” stated Mac.
“But sometimes I miss our conversations...you would sit there and listen with a smile on your face while I blabbed on about something...you’re the only pony who never once complained about me doing that.” Pinkie stated.
“Maybe it’s because ah always liked t’ listen...listenin’ is mah favorite thin’ t’ do.” explained Big Mac. “Especially when it’s with a mare that can endlessly speak about anythin’ she wants without fear of borin’ someone t’ death.”
Pinkie blushed again...but even harder this time.
“Can I show you something real quick?” asked Pinkie.
Big Mac just silently nodded.
“GREAT!” she exclaimed before she zoomed off to her bedroom. A few seconds later, she zoomed back down to the kitchen, now with a pink metal box. She placed the box on the counter in front of Big Mac.
“What’s in the box?” asked a confused Mac.
“The things I always wanted to say to you but was too afraid to ask.” explained Pinkie as she smiled. She opened the box to reveal a box filled to the brim with cards, photos and paper. She immediately then dumps all of the contents onto the counter much to Big Mac’s surprise.
The first thing that grabbed Mac’s attention was a photo of himself, his sister and Pinkie together at Pinkie’s homecoming party that Big Mac threw for her. He picked up the photo and flipped it around to the back to see that Pinkie wrote “Best party ever!” on the back.
He quickly noticed that everything in the pile all involved him. Suddenly, he received epiphany as he finally began to realize who the mare of his dreams was.
“I love you Mac...always had...but I was just too nervous to tell you.” Pinkie admitted.
“It was you.” mumbled Mac with shock.
He then sees flashback of his times with Pinkie. From throwing her her homecoming party, to their many conversations over pie. All those laughs, all those smiles, all those happy moments suddenly makes the world around him seem brighter and a lot more sense.
“What’s that?” asked Pinkie.
“The mare of mah dreams...it was you!” stated Mac. “How could ah have been so stupid!” he exclaimed. “Ah have been too focused on th’ other mares that ah couldn’t notice the obvious.”
“And that is?”
“Ah was meant to be with you!”
“Y-you mean that?” asked a confused Pinkie.
“Of course! Ah’ve been thinkin’ with whut’s between mah hind lengs...that ah failed to notice yah had feelin’s fo me th’ entire time.” explained Mac as he grabbed Pinkie’s hoof and meets it with his.
They both just stared into each other’s eyes, Pinkie’s blue to Mac’s green. “I-Is there anything I can do for you?” asked Pinkie, not sure what to do next.
Suddenly, the sound of the oven bell rings, which signified that the cupcakes were done. “Hold that thought.” stated Pinkie before she sprinted to the oven and took out the hot and ready cupcakes. “Smells delicious!” she happily mused as she placed them on the cooling rack.
She then returned back to her exact same spot and position before she was interrupted. “So...is there anything I can do for you?” she asked again.
“T’ stop holdin’ up your feelin’s for me an’ love me.” Big Mac asked. Their faces inched closer and closer to each other until they met for a passionate kiss. Although Big Mac’s eyes shot wide open after he realized how large Pinkie’s tongue was, but he just went along with it.
After about a minute, they broke their kiss. “Mmm...delicious.” mused Pinkie. “The most super duper most awesomest kiss ever!” she happily exclaimed.
Big Mac just smiled at the excited pink pony mare in front of him. “It was nice.” humbly stated Mac.
“Should we take this to my room?” slyly asked Pinkie. “Mr. and Mrs. Cake and the foals are on vacation and won’t be back until late tomorrow.”
For the first time in a long time, Mac was finally using what’s between his eyes to think with. “Maybe we should take this slow.” said the stallion. “Ah love yah...but ah’s tired of relationships that start out with ruttin’ right off the gate.”
“Okie dokie lokie!” saluted Pinkie, she doesn’t care what they do...as long as Mac is happy. “Can we at least cuddle? I would like that.” she offered.
“Ah’s love to.” nodded Mac “Don’t forget th’ cupcakes”. They both walked out of the kitchen, Pinkie with the cupcakes, and headed upstairs, as they walked side-by-side.
They fell asleep in each other’s embrace, stomachs filled with cupcakes and with smiles on their faces.