The hour or so you spent in the apple-scented baths is one of the best you ever had. The relieving action of the hot water and the gentle aroma teasing your nostrils easily outshines the best spa available in town. Mostly due to Big Mac's insistence, you tried submerging in several pools each made with a different apple cultivar. Until then, you've never heard about all the species that Big Mac was explaining away. He also revealed that the Apple Family has a tradition of naming their children after the names of the apples they cultivated. As an example, Big Mac said that his name is, in fact, a large red apple first grown by members of the Family who founded Ponyville. You listened to every tidbits Big Mac shared with you. In one, the stallion told you how Applejack has a cute habit of calling the apple trees in their orchard with various nicknames and hugging them affectionately as if they were her children.
By the time you got out of the pool, you smelled only of pleasant apples. You got up and walked as directed by Big Mac. It was a short walk from the pools to the elevator. As uncomfortable you are with being naked, it'll have to do until you got the clothes from Big Mac. The elevator took you upward to the eyes of the stallion. Moments later, the elevator stopped and opened its door. The new room is oval in shape with you standing on some sort of balcony about two-third the way up. The first thing you saw are two massive white spheres running with veins. From this vantage point, only the top part of them is visible. These are the eyes of Big Mac. Contrary to what you understand about anatomy, the eyeballs aren't separate but held together by a cartilage attached between them with the entire structure held in place by the muscles anchored to the ceiling, floor and walls. A pair of thick wires lead from the eyeballs to the high wall behind you before disappearing into the flesh. Their size is far larger than the barn house on Sweet Apple Acres.
On the corner of the chamber is a wooden wardrobe filled with all sorts of clothing. You quickly went over and sifted through the collection. The clothes are neatly stowed and organized so finding suitable wears wouldn't be hard. You're happy to find that socks and shoes are also available. After minutes of digging and fitting, you got yourself a spare pair of underwear, a jean, a checkered shirt, work gloves, and a pair of sturdy boots. You looked at your reflection in a mirror in the wardrobe and found it satisfactory. Now you look convincingly like a farmhand which you considered apt in the current situation.
"Ah see that you got yourself a new pair of clothes. Looks nice on you, mage," the farm pony complimented.
"Thank, Big Mac," you said, "I don't mean to be rude or something but how did you have all these spare clothes lying around here?"
"These are actually given to me by human farmers from Northern Equestria that I had the pleasure of meeting and doing business with. They're some nice folks who love to offer these clothing as some sort of keepsake for our frequent trading," Big Mac recalled.
"Hmm...Good to hear about that. I guess they picked up the hospitality from the ponies in those parts," you smiled.
"That's true, mage. We'll save any conversations for later, now let me show you something real cool. Step closer to my eyeballs, if you please."
You happily complied and walked toward the eyes. To your surprise, a ripple formed on the white surfaces as a tendon came out and tied itself around you. It slowly pulled you toward the eyeballs. You briefly panicked but Big Mac assured you that you're safe. As your body touched the surface, you felt you body sinking into it. It felt like a soft membrane is taking you in.
In a short time, you are engulfed within the eyes. You found yourself surrounded by a dense gel as you slowly sink to the bottom. There is no air pockets in here or in sight which worried you greatly. Within seconds, you are losing your breath and began struggling, with you face turning red. Big Mac quickly noticed the problem and told you that you are able to breath the gel like normal air. He apologized profusely for forgetting to tell that. Breathing in the gel is a lot like breathing in water but with the burning sensation or the choking. It felt weird to say the least but also kinda fun.
Directly in front of you, you noticed two large openings framed by emerald green rings that changes it size constantly. Bright lights filtered into the liquid-filled chamber, causing it to diffuse into a soft blue haze. You swam closer to the pupil for a better look. On the other side of the opening, you saw Big Mac looking at himself in a mirror in the bathroom. There is a look of exhaustion on his face. It looks like he just took a long shower to wash away any messes that Dash has left behind in his coat.
"Big Mac, are you alright? You don't look to good," you said with concern.
"Eeenope. Dash gotten me hard this time. Nasty bruises everywhere."
Big Mac shifted his head and gave you a view of his sheath and groin. Faint blue bruises can be seen dotting the entire area. A few bite marks can be seen on the thighs of his hind legs. Several purplish horseshoe prints can be seen on his cutie marks.
"Ow.... That's awful," you said with your mouth covered."
"You see that, mage? That how crazed Rainbow Dash can get with me. My groin's gonna be aching for days and apple bucking will be a painful ordeal," Big Mac said dismally.
"I know your feel, Mac," you said sympathetically.
Before he could reply, a knock sounded on the bathroom door.
"Big Mac, what's gotten into you? You've been in the bathroom for like two hours now," Applejack's voiced said.
You saw Big Mac's reflection in the mirror turned sweaty and nervous.
"Ah'm fine, sis. I just took a shower to get the sweat out of m'ah coat. That's all," Big Mac said.
"Ah may not have seen your face but Ah could tell a poor liar when Ah hear one. So open up this door. Don't force me to buck it down for you."
"Ah said I'm fine. Please just leave," Big Mac insisted.
"That's horse apples! Ah could tell that something is wrong. Now open up, Big Mac," Applejack demanded.
"*gulp* If ya say so."
You saw Big Mac undoing the lock on the door and opening it in the slowest way possible. But his effort is interrupted when an orange hoof forcefully pushed the door open and gave Applejack a full view of his body. Her eyes immediately widened as she stared at the bruises and hoof prints on his body.
"BIG MAC!!! What in the hay jus' happened to you?" the mare shouted as she glared at Big Mac, her green eyes boring deeply into his. You are an unintended victim of that glare; you swore that look could suck your soul out.
"Ah..Ah can explain."
"......Dash," Applejack gritted her teeth as she observed the injuries, "You get down here and tell me everything including that little speck you got in your eye."
By the time you got out of the pool, you smelled only of pleasant apples. You got up and walked as directed by Big Mac. It was a short walk from the pools to the elevator. As uncomfortable you are with being naked, it'll have to do until you got the clothes from Big Mac. The elevator took you upward to the eyes of the stallion. Moments later, the elevator stopped and opened its door. The new room is oval in shape with you standing on some sort of balcony about two-third the way up. The first thing you saw are two massive white spheres running with veins. From this vantage point, only the top part of them is visible. These are the eyes of Big Mac. Contrary to what you understand about anatomy, the eyeballs aren't separate but held together by a cartilage attached between them with the entire structure held in place by the muscles anchored to the ceiling, floor and walls. A pair of thick wires lead from the eyeballs to the high wall behind you before disappearing into the flesh. Their size is far larger than the barn house on Sweet Apple Acres.
On the corner of the chamber is a wooden wardrobe filled with all sorts of clothing. You quickly went over and sifted through the collection. The clothes are neatly stowed and organized so finding suitable wears wouldn't be hard. You're happy to find that socks and shoes are also available. After minutes of digging and fitting, you got yourself a spare pair of underwear, a jean, a checkered shirt, work gloves, and a pair of sturdy boots. You looked at your reflection in a mirror in the wardrobe and found it satisfactory. Now you look convincingly like a farmhand which you considered apt in the current situation.
"Ah see that you got yourself a new pair of clothes. Looks nice on you, mage," the farm pony complimented.
"Thank, Big Mac," you said, "I don't mean to be rude or something but how did you have all these spare clothes lying around here?"
"These are actually given to me by human farmers from Northern Equestria that I had the pleasure of meeting and doing business with. They're some nice folks who love to offer these clothing as some sort of keepsake for our frequent trading," Big Mac recalled.
"Hmm...Good to hear about that. I guess they picked up the hospitality from the ponies in those parts," you smiled.
"That's true, mage. We'll save any conversations for later, now let me show you something real cool. Step closer to my eyeballs, if you please."
You happily complied and walked toward the eyes. To your surprise, a ripple formed on the white surfaces as a tendon came out and tied itself around you. It slowly pulled you toward the eyeballs. You briefly panicked but Big Mac assured you that you're safe. As your body touched the surface, you felt you body sinking into it. It felt like a soft membrane is taking you in.
In a short time, you are engulfed within the eyes. You found yourself surrounded by a dense gel as you slowly sink to the bottom. There is no air pockets in here or in sight which worried you greatly. Within seconds, you are losing your breath and began struggling, with you face turning red. Big Mac quickly noticed the problem and told you that you are able to breath the gel like normal air. He apologized profusely for forgetting to tell that. Breathing in the gel is a lot like breathing in water but with the burning sensation or the choking. It felt weird to say the least but also kinda fun.
Directly in front of you, you noticed two large openings framed by emerald green rings that changes it size constantly. Bright lights filtered into the liquid-filled chamber, causing it to diffuse into a soft blue haze. You swam closer to the pupil for a better look. On the other side of the opening, you saw Big Mac looking at himself in a mirror in the bathroom. There is a look of exhaustion on his face. It looks like he just took a long shower to wash away any messes that Dash has left behind in his coat.
"Big Mac, are you alright? You don't look to good," you said with concern.
"Eeenope. Dash gotten me hard this time. Nasty bruises everywhere."
Big Mac shifted his head and gave you a view of his sheath and groin. Faint blue bruises can be seen dotting the entire area. A few bite marks can be seen on the thighs of his hind legs. Several purplish horseshoe prints can be seen on his cutie marks.
"Ow.... That's awful," you said with your mouth covered."
"You see that, mage? That how crazed Rainbow Dash can get with me. My groin's gonna be aching for days and apple bucking will be a painful ordeal," Big Mac said dismally.
"I know your feel, Mac," you said sympathetically.
Before he could reply, a knock sounded on the bathroom door.
"Big Mac, what's gotten into you? You've been in the bathroom for like two hours now," Applejack's voiced said.
You saw Big Mac's reflection in the mirror turned sweaty and nervous.
"Ah'm fine, sis. I just took a shower to get the sweat out of m'ah coat. That's all," Big Mac said.
"Ah may not have seen your face but Ah could tell a poor liar when Ah hear one. So open up this door. Don't force me to buck it down for you."
"Ah said I'm fine. Please just leave," Big Mac insisted.
"That's horse apples! Ah could tell that something is wrong. Now open up, Big Mac," Applejack demanded.
"*gulp* If ya say so."
You saw Big Mac undoing the lock on the door and opening it in the slowest way possible. But his effort is interrupted when an orange hoof forcefully pushed the door open and gave Applejack a full view of his body. Her eyes immediately widened as she stared at the bruises and hoof prints on his body.
"BIG MAC!!! What in the hay jus' happened to you?" the mare shouted as she glared at Big Mac, her green eyes boring deeply into his. You are an unintended victim of that glare; you swore that look could suck your soul out.
"Ah..Ah can explain."
"......Dash," Applejack gritted her teeth as she observed the injuries, "You get down here and tell me everything including that little speck you got in your eye."
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June 2, 2023
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