//------------------------------//
// Surely It Wouldn't Hurt..  
// Story: Apples or Lightning 
// by MimitehDragon 
//------------------------------//

     Fluttershy was deep into a ragged, unceremonious sleep. She was splayed out on the sofa with her mane messily tossed about. Her face was sticky with dried tears. Although the slumber was sloppy, it was deep, and in her dreamless sleep she felt wonderfully rested. She half woke up for a moment, disappointed, and then decided to go back to sleep for just a little bit longer. 

Big Mac arrived at Fluttershy's cottage, panting lightly. He was worried. Did she hate him now? What will she say? 
The red stallion then plotted carefully to the door and knocked. Nopony answered for a moment, until Angel stood before him, tapping a foot on the ground. He pointed away, glaring sternly at the stallion who hurt his pony. He wanted Big Mac to leave, and soon. 
Mac looked at him for a second. "C'mon, please?" He begged the bunny. Then he hesitated for a moment. This was a bunny. He didn't need to ask. 
So, the pony pushed the door open the rest of the way, to the distress of the small white animal, to see Shy asleep on the couch. She looked so peaceful. 
He then noticed that her face was messy with dried tears. He almost teared up himself. How could he be so crude? 
He plotted carefully up to her, feeling his heartbeat rapidly get louder. He thought the sound would awaken her slumber. Sitting quietly in front of Fluttershy, he stared at her, absolutely smitten. He felt himself lean closer. Her gentle breath warmed his neck. His muzzle brushed hers. He felt her soft lips touch his for only a second.

Fluttershy felt something press gently against her neck. She felt somepony's lips brush hers. Her eyes blinked open, shocked to see the emerald ones of Big Mac in front of her. She squealed in shock, falling onto the floor and staring up at him with a scared expression. She then calmed down as Macintosh put one foreleg around her back and helped her up. She looked up at him and blushed. 

Big Mac expected her to yell at him or scold him or, his most terrifying nightmare, not speak at all. He stared at the floor, refusing eye contact. He was surprised when she burst into tears. "I'm so sorry!" She sobbed quietly, not looking into his eyes. She leaped forward and wrapped her forelegs around his neck. "Please.. Please forgive me! Don't hate me! I didn't mean it!"
He was indeed shocked by this. He let the embrace go on for as long as he could, squeezing her tightly like a stuffed animal. "Shy.. Shy, why are ya apologizin'? Ah'm the one who jumped to conclusions.. Ah thought you'd.. that you'd hate me.."
Fluttershy burried her tear-moistened muzzle in his neck and sighed in relief. "I was afraid that you would be mad at me because I yelled at you. You and Soarin."
He stiffened at the mention of the other stallion's name. "Wh-what now?"
"I yelled at Soarin, too." She murmured, releasing Mac, who was resentful of their separation. "Oh, I hope he's not mad.." 
"Ah'm sure.. that he's fine.." Mac forced out. As Fluttershy sat back on the couch, she gestured for him to sit too. "Would you like some tea?" She asked shyly. 
"No, no.. Ah'm alright Fluttershy." He replied, sitting down. He gazed at her dreamily. Surely it wouldn't hurt.. He thought, leaning forward. Fluttershy's eyes widened, and she let out a small nervous squeak. 
Big Macintosh let his forelegs wrap around Fluttershy's torso. He stroked her wings once or twice, drawing out a small squeak. He nuzzled beneath her chin and pressed the tip of his nose to hers. 
Fluttershy pushed at his shoulders, squeaking in fear. She turned her head away so that she could not be kissed and scrambled backwards on the couch. "Wh.. what are you d-..?" She began to say before closing her eyes and mumbling, "I think that you should.. you should probably go.." She kept her eyes closed, fearing what she may see. 
Shy heard Big Mac's heavy hoofsteps slowly approaching the door. She tightened her eyes and let her head dip lower as the stallion paused in the doorway and looked back wistfully. 
"Goodbye.." His choked up, regretful voice called back to her, who shamefully covered her face with her hooves. 
Okay.. I guess it would hurt. Big Mac plotted with heavy hooves down the dirt trail. It was still pouring rain and his mane soaked quickly through. His eyes only followed the ground in front of him. "Why.. why did I do that?!" He cursed himself aloud. "I just couldn't resist.." his strong, disciplinary voice weakened to a soft mumble. "I ruined everything.."