Marble Pie woke up from her slumber, recovering from what seemed like the most sweetest of dreams ever. The last thing she could remember was the heavy musk of apples and sweat. As she rubbed the grogginess out of her eyes, she looked around her bedroom and noticed Big Mac adjusting his yoke. Suddenly all the buttery feelings inside her had melted.

“Big Mac?” she called out to him, albeit quietly.

The strong, red stallion turned his head to her with a sober expression. “Eeyup?”

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