You turn your head and see a large red stallion approaching you, he has a slight grin on his face. You immediately jump to your hooves and feel embarrassed by your display.
"Um.... did you see?" you ask.
"Eeyup" The stallion replies. You feel even more blush creep into your face as he sits down next to you.
"I...uh...sorry.." You manage to get out.
"Nothin' ta be ashamed of miss....?"
"Oh! my name is Creamsicle! but you can just call me Cream." You manage a slight smile at this.
"Well Cream, I'm Big Macintosh, or just Big Mac. An' I sometimes come out here to do the same thing you were doin'."
"You do?!" You're taken a little aback at this, but you also start to relax. You find yourself checking out Big Mac, starting with his hind legs, moving up to his flanks. This stallion looks like hes made out of steel underneath his coat. Your eyes drift up his back to his neck and then to his face, where you find him looking straight at you with a slight grin on his face.
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