You blink, lazily drifting out of your delightful dream. It feels like you're moving, bouncing up and down like you fell asleep on a hayride. Did you? You can't seem to recall exactly what happened before you passed out, something about apples and..
"Ow!" You yelp in surprise, it felt like that hayride just hit a rock! Your eyes snap open and you're shocked to find that you're actually in the back of a cart, though this one's full of apples, not hay. A couple of the ripe fruits tumble past you, some even falling out of the back as the cart bounces on the dirt trail. You stand up, barely able to support yourself with your sore flank, and notice that it's Big Mac pulling the cart.
"You alright back there?" he says without turning, "I heard shoutin'."
"Fine," you say back, "Just a little sore..."
"That's good. I- I mean it's good that you said you were okay, not that you're sore. 'cause I thought I mighta hurt you or something, when you passed out and all..."
You reach over the pile of apples and flick his ear with your hoof, "Shh."
You liked him when he was flustered, but he was a lot cuter when he was all silent and strong, taking you from behind like a real stallion. You can't remember the last time you had such a good rut. And loading you up into this cart, probably to take you home with him, what a gentlecolt! You lean back onto one of the piles of fruit, carefully adjusting yourself so the lumps don't agitate your bruised butt. The ride's pretty smooth, Macintosh is pulling the cart with ease, as easily with you as if it were empty.
You reach to your side and grab a particularly juicy Red Delicious, munching on it while you ride to... Uh.. To that place where... Goodness! You don't even know where Mac's taking you! You'd assume it'd be his home, but you should probably ask just to be safe.
"Hey Big Mac, I appreciate the ride and all, but where are we going?"
He turns to face you, "Well, I figured you'd need some rest after all of that, so I'm just gonna take you to..."