Big Macintosh yawned and opened his eyes. The sun’s light was painfully bright, its rays passing through the window and hitting Mac in the eyes.
He blinked and moved forward. He stretched and cracked his back, yawning even louder. Big Macintosh nuzzled her neck, seeing if this would wake her. She stirred in her sleep, shaking her head with her eyes closed tightly. She was sound asleep.
Good. Mac thought. We hadn’t gone to bed immediately after the nightmare.
Thinking of the dark dream made Mac tremble. It had been an awful nightmare. One he never wanted to experience ever again.
But because of it, Mac realized somehow he could possible lose Fluttershy. There was a way he’d never see her again. And the fact that she was pregnant with his foals made it unbearably worse. To never hug and snuggle and kiss and make love – Big Mac blushed – to his sweet, butter-yellow Pegasus with a bubblegum mane and teal eyes.
AND THE FOALS! He’d never have two itty-bitty, cutesy-wootsy foals to care for. What would they look like? Whose eyes would they have? Whose coat? Whose mane? Would they look similar? Would they be shy? Would they be brave? What would their special talents be?
Big Mac shook his head to clear his thoughts. He got to his hooves.
Fluttershy was still sound asleep resting with her hooves out stretched. Once Mac had left, her brow furrowed as she searched for her big tough stallion to cuddle with. She murmured something in her sleep that sounded something like, “Phooey!” The adorable phrase made Mac smile.
Fluttershy stopped looking for him and settled with spooning her pillow.
Macintosh decided he should get a shower and trotted off to his wife’s bathroom. A nice, cooling shower would clear his thoughts of negativity from last night’s vision.
He turned on the lights and walked into the shower…
Fluttershy yawned and rubbed her sleepy eyes. The teal orbs spotted a clock. 9:41 AM. It was awfully late.
Why hadn’t Angel Bunny woken her? Surely he’d be hungry. And the other critters would, too.
The Pegasus got to her hooves and quickly made the bed. Fluttershy hastily grabbed a brush and hair tie. Using Rarity’s fashion advice, she held in it a pony tail. It wasn’t often when Fluttershy styled her mane.
The mare traveled down the stairs only to find all of her animal friends well fed.
Fluttershy cocked her head and slowly walked down the wooden stairs. Completely forgetting she had a husband and ignoring the fact he wasn’t in bed, she looked around for an oddly kind and helpful burglar.
The “apparently non-existent” husband appeared from the kitchen. He looked at Fluttershy who had yet to notice his presence. She was looking around the living room, expecting to see somepony. Maybe they’d be dressed in a black and white suit and a ski mask and a bag.
Big Mac tip-toed deviously as he snuck up on his wife. She was facing the front door when Mac leapt on her and yelled, “Rahh!”
“EEP!” Fluttershy squealed and covered her head as Mac landed on her.
“Don’t hurt me!”
Mac got up and rubbed his neck guiltily.
“Uh…sorry, Shy. I-It’s just me.”
Fluttershy recovered from her fainted goat position with a hoof on her heart. She looked to her husband who had a sheepish expression with his ears flat against his head.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and bumped nose. Fluttershy looked into his emerald eyes and smiled. Mac was able to get the silent message and his ears regained their bounce.
Autumn Harvest wasn’t happy. She rested her head in her hooves, her elbows on the windowsill. She glared outside, watching the many droplets splash in puddles.
She hated the rain.
It made her sad and tired and BORED!
It wasn’t like the sunshine.
She couldn’t play and goof about outside and chase her brother and practice flying.
It wasn’t like the snow.
She couldn’t make a snowman and have a snowball fight and have hot cocoa and get school off.
What was the point of it?!
Of course, as a little filly, she didn’t understand that rain was important and it helped the crops. This was especially important to their family considering Big Macintosh was an apple farmer.
Autumn huffed, a large splotch of condensation appearing. Her young eyes lit up at the sight of something different and brought a hoof up to the foggy window. Her tongue stuck out as she racked her brain looking for creativity.
Her crème colored hoof began drawing silly doodles. She didn’t consider herself a natural artist but the filly certainly wasn’t an awful drawer.
The first thing that came to mind was mom’s animals. Autumn concentrated as she drew a few turtles around a pond, adding a tree with a bird nest. A few weasels and ferrets and chipmunks and squirrels were added as well.
Then a very grumpy and annoying bunny was added to the picture.
To amuse herself, Autumn added horns, a mustache, and had him wield a pitchfork. She giggled at “Devil” Bunny.
But her smile disappeared as the fog started to dissipate, the pictures she worked hard on soon going with it. The earth pony pouted and groaned quietly.
It appeared this day would end happily…
“Autumn? I made some cookies and warm milk."
The “depressed” filly dashed down the steps with a big smile.
“Coming mom!”
“Are you better Mac? Recovered from your nightmare?” Fluttershy asked, generally concerned.
Macintosh blushed but knew she meant no harm.
“Eeyup. Are you guys okay?” Big Mac lifted a hoof and placed it gently on her belly. Fluttershy giggled, apparently sensitive. This intrigued him.
“Hmm. Is somebody ticklish?” He lowered her head to her belly and nuzzled the middle, get Fluttershy to laugh harder.
Huh.
He raised another hoof and wrapped them around her sides of her belly. Rubbing them gently up and down, Big Mac got the response he wanted.
“S-stoooop! I-it tick-tickles!” She giggled madly, flailing her hooves.
Macintosh nodded and gave her belly a quick peck. He left her impregnated womb alone, smiling in victory. She was still laughing as she met his eyes. Fluttershy had a huge open smile. The sight warmed Mac’s heart.
“Ah have gotten the information Ah needed!” Big Mac quickly trotted out of the living room.
“What?” There wasn’t a response. “Mackie?! What do you mean!? What do you plan on doing with me?!” She asked, surprised, chasing after her husband.
This is amazing chapter don't doubt your self (not saying you are) and if you have writers block the just read some fluttermac story's and we are here to help just ask and we'll help ok so don't be flutters and give us shouts for help
Ps your storys rock right
4323246 Thanks! Good to know you guys are willing to help!
With a name like "Showers" I was almost expecting Twi, Pinks, Rares, Dashie, and AJ to throw a Foalshower for them... but this works too
Keep 'em comin'...
4326916 Yeah I was actually going to do that but Im going to save it for a later chapter. I need some assistance with writing the mane six all together. Plus, it was nothing but rain for the past three days where I live so I wanted to have it mmm...how do put it? Reflect? Reflect in the story.
Duet you would say yes but I jut want to know if it is ok if I do a cobnashin of your two story's heat and big news all the creat it go to you I will just take your story's and put all of them together with a vary little tikes but it will not even be notes a bull but if you say no I fine with that
Ps - More of a tribeut to you
All we need is a nice, warm shower to relieve our stress.
Aw... First Autumn gets bored and now she's hungry for milk and cookies. How cute!
It's good to know that Big Mac's getting over the nightmares. Fluttershy's okay. And the babies are okay.
4330471 It truly is, isn't it?
I wish someone had made me cookies...
Eeyup. Fluttershy is okay and so are the wittle babbies (connecting with my inner Brit)
4331750 I see.
Mind if I give you ideas for future chapters?
4333784 of course but please send them over private message.