Mac's dead. Not much to say about it really.

After exiting Rarity's, the first thing your eyes catch is Mac's lifeless corpse lying on the curb, his gluey eyes staring right at you. Yes by the way this is, or was, Big Mac. It has to be since he really was the only Mac you knew.

His lifeless body is laying here butt naked on the ground in front of you. Him and everything around him had been covered in semen and vaginal fluid, everything except a potato sack which it seems he had been carrying. The body itself had dehydrated and shrivelled to look like a sultana, only not as small and clearly not as edible.

Though there was something else about it too; his body (or at least the bits not covered in some form of bodily fluid) showed signs of bruising. This was more evident around his face and arms. You remember the close call you had with Fluttershy before entering Rarity's. Lyra's words bounced around the walls of your brain, "A couple of the gals picked up a fresh scent, wouldn't a real man be better than your pet rabbit?"

Speaking of that rabbit, he's still silently following your every move.

You reach down to the sack and loosen the top. What rolled out brought tears to your eyes, it was clothes. 'He must've coma after us to stop us from going into town,' You deduct, tilting your head forwards in respect, 'Hell of a way to go.'

'Eeyup,' The voice in your head mimics Big Mac's catchphrase.

'Go away,' you say bluntly.

'Daww, you upset?' The voice teased.

'Im looking at the corpse of a friend, how could I not be upset?'

'That guy? He shot at you! Or... us.'

Picking up the sack, you continue, 'I have to stop all this.'

'You mean stop sulking at every little thing that happens?'

'No, all this' Gesturing to the world around you, 'whored week, fuck-fest, rutting season, whatever! I need to end it.'

'Oh yeah,' The voice scoffed, 'how do you plan on doing that, legalising dildos?'

'No, i'm going to talk to the princesses.'

'Bah! Like that'll work, do you ev-'

'Think about it, since this problem's only in Ponyville i'll be safe as soon as I hop on the train and catch a ride straight there.'

'So you're going to catch the train to Canterlot so you can convince the princesses to magic all the women in town to orgasm and calm down?'

Without bothering yourself by answer, you peel the bag away from the solidifying bodily fluids. The soft peeling noise was gag-worthy. After changing shirt you begin to realise that changing into these clothes makes you run the risk of looking like a slack-jawed yokel. However, being the epic risk taker you are, you decide to do it anyways.

'When could all of this have started?' You idly ask to yourself, 'When did the gender ratio become so unbalanced that people actually started thinking like animals?' Sighing, you continue, 'If only there was some way to get more men, or at least be able to properly distribute each man to the women.'

Your thoughts turned sour, 'But there isn't, so I should probably just move on.' Having donned a country look, which fit surprisingly well in both size and style, you make your way to your new objective: the Ponyville Train Station. The trip around the menacing back-streets of Ponyville gave you nothing short of an anxiety attack, having to peek around every corner before proceeding and checking your tail every few steps for the pleasurable menace.

The bunny which mindlessly hopped behind you didn't seem to share your worry. Just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, he whispered in a raspy voice, "Hey mate." If it was possible for a human, or any other life form, to jump out of their skin then it would have happened. Whimpering, you manage to squeak out, "Holy fucking shit. You can talk?!"

The voice in your head sprang back to life, except this time it was suffering from a fir of laughter. You sigh, 'Very funny asshole.' Still chocking on laughter, the voice replied, 'I thought so.' It chortled, 'What? You think a rabbit can talk? 'Oh, hi, my name is Angel. The last three days i've been mercilessly raped, hence why i'm covered in my own semen.' " The voice burst out in a fit of giggles once more.

"Enough of your crap," you hiss out-loud, silencing the voice instantly, "I took him with us so he would be safe, not for you to fuck around with."

You hear a naturally soft voice in the distance, "And he wasn't yours to take in the first place now was he?"

The wave of noise washed over you, seizing up your body and making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. The source of the voice stood at the end of the alleyway, her minute level of clothing had been torn in several areas. One of the shoulder straps on her lingerie had torn, allowing one side to hang loosely from her body. The condition of the woman herself however, was completely unchanged. Though her lengthy pink hair was now slightly ragged, her petite body was still perfect as ever; her pale skin still radiated a unique silky look.

Her face was another story entirely compared to the rest of the animal lover.

If looks could kill, then you wouldn't have very long left to live. Fluttershy's face was scrunched up giving you a mean look. That was nothing compared to her eyes. Her eyes had sharpened and were locked with yours, they felt like they were tearing into your very soul.

Fluttershy approached you, "I'm only going to ask this of you once; may you please give back Angel?"

"I... look, Fluttershy, please be reasonable here. You're asking me to give you your rabbit so you can-"

"Do you think I don't know what i'm asking?!" Fluttershy countered with a roar, "I've had hours to think about it and I know exactly what i'm asking."

"No, you don't. Everyone in this crazy town are fucked, including you. Me and Angel; we're getting out of here."

Out of nowhere, something whacked you in the back of the head, falling uselessly to the ground after. Forgetting about Fluttershy, you turn around and pick up the object, 'What the hell, a sneaker?'

Another figure blocked off the other end of the street, she stood silently with her hands on her hips. Even with a vibrant rainbow hair color, she too wore a hardy, soul shattering scowl, "Getting out of here, huh?" Rainbow Dash flexed her joints and cracked her knuckles. She flashed a sadistic looking grin, "Not if I have anything to say about it. Time for payback!"

With two of your exits blocked, you make the obvious move to try and get to the third and final exit. However, like most things in your life, that proved to be a problem. Much to your dread, a third figure had emerged to block your final escape route. Having donned a stetson with a lasso in hand, the cowgirl in question shared the same look as the others.

The look was no longer one a desirable lust, but one of a spiteful vengeance. With clenched fists and wild eyes, they advanced on you like a swarm of flies. Not wanting to end up like Big Mac, you decide to make the first move. With Angel in hand, you make a calm approach on Rainbow Dash stopping about a metre infront of her.

"Which do you appreciate more, your friendship with Fluttershy or revenge?" Your question caught her off-guard but not enough to phase her. Without missing a beat, she answered, "Obviously my friendship. Why, you gonna twist that too?"

"No, i'm going to test you. Catch!" With all your strength, you launch the rabbit in your hands as high up as you can and run past leaving Rainbow Dash to the flying Angel.

You hear a voice with a southern drawl behind you, "Don't worry Rainbow, I got this one."

Author's Note

Im gonna just stop apologising for delays and write when I can. Kay?

Thanks :)