"Big McIntosh! What in Celestia's Sunshine do you think yer doin'?"
The voice is all to familiar to Big Mac, who freezes up at the sound of it. Even his cock seems to freeze, before his nuts heave their load prematurely, right into your mouth. You jerk away at the unexpected burst, nearly choking, and pull yourself up on all fours again. Standing in front of you both is an orange mare wearing a tan cowboy's hat. She's staring daggers into McIntosh, but seems to not even be aware of your presence.
"Now AJ I was just-" He tries to argue with her, but to no avail,
"Lemme guess, she was stealin' apples? You lyin' horn dog!"
You try to speak up, and place yourself between them, "Miss AJ, was it? I was stealing apples, but then he showed up and he was so handsome and..."
"Darlin', first off, you got some applesauce on your cheek there." She taps her left cheek, and you mirror her, blushing when you feel the sticky, warm spot. She continues, "Second off, you gotta understand that Big McIntosh ends up fucking every mare that comes through here. You can't tell me you honestly believe it's them mares forcing it on him, do ya?"
You actually don't see that as much of a stretch. Poor Big Mac, who knows how many other mares have taken advantage of him? He hangs his head low and turns his attention back to the apple cart.
"I'll jus' be going then..." he remarks sadly, and hitches himself up to the cart. You almost feel guilty watching him go, but AJ doesn't give you a moment more to dwell on it.
"Now then, Missy, what do they call you?"
"Orange Cream. And you?"
"Applejack, but if you take a shinin' to it you can call me AJ." She starts walking and a nod from her head tells you to follow, "Now sugar cube, Ah reckon' yer new around here, and new ponies ought to have a little welcoming wagon, and by that I mean a welcome that isn't located at the end of my brother's pecker. That's why you and I are gonna-"