Heat and Desire

Heat and Desire
Chapter 1: Flourish
By
The Incognito Brony
(Brony Incognito elsewhere)

Disclaimer: This is a non-profit fan made work of fiction written for fun and to finally get this idea out of my head.

Fair warning, this is a very strange and very dark story with badly written sex that descends into the realm of rape. You have been warned.

I do not own My Little Pony in any part, nor is this intended to infringe on any copyright or license owned by Hasbro or anyone else. If you actually read this disclaimer, you deserve a cookie.

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Something rang in the distance. Big Macintosh's ears flicked toward the source, to the barn. His brow furrowed in confusion as he turned his face home.

He was in one of the western fields, bucking his way through a patch of red gala that had come due a few weeks early. Two large baskets hung at his sides, held there by a strap across his broad back and heaping with the fragrant fruits of his labour. On the next hill sat the apple cart, nearly overflowing. He had been about ready to make another trip back.

Macintosh looked up into the early autumn sky to the sun; it sat halfway between noon and the horizon. Around four o'clock by his reckoning. Far too early for dinner. Besides, the sound was wrong. This wasn't the high-pitched clatter of the old triangle. It was deeper, slower, an ominous sound that stirred something below his heart. The ghost of an old memory.

In the next instant he was off, hooves hammering and ripping the hard earth of the Acres as he tore through them towards his home. He left a trail of apples in his wake, all ignored. He twisted his head around to work loose the baskets and their speed-stealing weight. This was quickly abandoned in favour of simply biting and tearing through the strap. Free, he poured himself into his legs and put on another burst of speed.

In his life he had heard the alarm bell rung twice. The last had been during his parents' accident when he'd been sent to sound it. Never was the bell used in fun, never the tool of a prank. The bell was as sacred as the Acres, or the triangle, or Applejack's hat, or Macintosh's own yoke. If any member of the Apple family dared to use it, she needed him. Now.

Macintosh crested the last hill, bringing the barn and the road beyond into view. A few feet above the road he saw a rainbow streaking towards the barn. A pink and yellow pegasus, Fluttershy, galloped after it as quickly as she could. The red stallion ignored the fillies save for a quick, silent thank you to Celestia. He pushed onwards to and through the wide open barn door. He beat Fluttershy, but not Rainbow. Once through, he was stopped dead in his tracks by the sight. There, in the center of the barn stood a human.

Nowhere, in all of Esquestria, was there a foal old enough to speak who didn't know what a human was. Even in the tiniest, most remote villages they had heard the old stories and seen old paintings. Humans were noble or savage creatures, warriors and poets, wonders and terrors. Dragons feared them above all others save the Royal Sisters. They were a living legend, a cautionary tale against ambition. Above all else, they were formidable.

And yet, the one he saw was not. It was small, tiny. It seemed frail, even. At the ear, Macintosh came up to its neck. Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy, both now beside him in similar states of awe, would come up just shy of its chest, but he would have bet his last bit that any one of them would easily outweigh the human. Its clothes, though intact, hung strangely from its body, flapping about loosely as the human moved.

Applejack and Twilight stood to either side of the creature, using teeth and magic to pull at ropes they'd managed to lasso or wrap around its neck and arms. It fought them futilely, pulling and twisting itself away, somehow staying upright on its two feet as it did. Once, it fell to a knee but righted itself again. All the while it cried and mewled and shrieked in frustration and rage. If it used words, Macintosh had never heard of any like them. Its shoulder-length mane, straight and the colour of straw, whipped around its head constantly, hiding its face save for the briefest of gasps of maddened eyes.

"If ya'll are done gawkin,' how's about one of you toss some bales over by Grand Pappy's anvil before we lose our handle on it!" Applejack's voice snapped Macintosh out of his stupor. He quickly did as he was told. Rainbow Dash followed suit. Without further prompting, the big stallion grabbed a loose rope trailing from the human's arm and helped the girls drag the thing towards the bed of hay they'd made.

They forced it down slowly, face first, onto the hay, pulling its arms over its head to press against the anvil. Applejack let her rope slip and moved to bind the human's hands to the steel.

Macintosh knew that the anvil's stone base was buried four feet into the ground. It and the steel bolted to it had stood in the barn for three generations; there was no doubt in Macintosh's mind that it would effortlessly resist the human's struggles and he knew Applejack had thought the same.

"Wait!" Fluttershy yelled. All four ponies stopped, in Applejack's case mid-knot, and looked at her. She was flustered. From experience, Macintosh doubted that the cry they'd heard had been her first. "Look at her. She can't breathe. You have to turn her over."

All of them looked down. Fluttershy was right. To a pony they all swore, Rainbow somewhat more inventively than Macintosh would have expected, and together hauled and heaved against the struggling human, forcing it onto its back on the hay. A quick knot by Applejack had its arms secured.

"Rainbow. Big Macintosh." Twilight said, pointing at the ponies, "hold down her legs."

Again, they did as they were told. They forced the human's legs down and to either side of a hay bale, pressing its feet flat on the floor. Twilight used her magic to snake a length of rope under the bale and around each of its ankles. With its hands secured, the bales were too long for it to slip the rope free. Their work done, the four ponies all staggered away from the bound human. Fluttershy, who had never approached, still stood rooted to her spot on the floor.

The human still squirmed and cried, but was contained. Macintosh looked down at the thing again, taking his first calm look at it as he caught his breath. It had been wearing pants made from a sturdy blue material he didn't know, and technically he supposed it still did, but they now hung on only one leg and even then only below the knee. Had it been worn correctly, it seemed too large for the tiny human. It also wore a too-large hooded sweater made of a grey felt, zippered at the front, that now hung open. A few tatters of white cloth near the shoulders and the ragged remains of a shirt collar at the neck told of something else that had been torn away.

For all practical purposes, the human was naked in front of him. It was only then that Fluttershy's words hit home: Her. It was a female. It was hard to mistake with her legs held open as they were, regardless of species. Macintosh felt a heat in his cheeks and quickly moved his gaze.

He found himself looking at her legs, then her torso. Her ribs and bones showed through more than they should, again, regardless of species. It wasn't enough to put her in danger, but enough to be concerning. It spoke of neglect.

The only exceptions were two fleshy mounds, small enough to vanish in the hollow of his horseshoes, sitting high on her chest. One was covered with angry, red scratches. He pondered them a moment before a dim memory came to him and he realized they were breasts, that humans always had them enlarged and in entirely the wrong place. He decided to take a sudden interest in the anvil.

"Shh... shh... It's all right." Fluttershy's voice came. Macintosh looked back and saw the yellow pegasus smooth the still-crying human's hair with a hoof. She began gently brushing away the human's tears with the tip of her nose. "I promise I'll try to help you," she said.

Fluttershy looked up at Applejack and Twilight. "What happened to her?"

The two looked at one another. Applejack shrugged. "Don't rightly know. Twi was helping me buck some apples in the East orchard when this here thing just plum wanders up outta nowhere. Gave us a right scare, but poor thing looked worse off than we were. Even seemed okay for a while, then just starts pitching a fit, tearing off her clothes and clawing at herself. Had to rope her down jus' to keep her from doing any real damage."

"Rainbow was taking a nap in one of the trees, so we sent her to get you," Twilight said, "I held her while Applejack rang the bell, and then you all showed up. Do you have any idea what's wrong with her."

"No," Fluttershy said with a mournful shake of her head. "I've never even seen a human before. I didn't even know if they were real."

Big Macintosh sat back on his haunches. He was as much at a loss as any of them and the continuing mewling and sobs from the bound human weren't helping matters any. He found himself watching her without consciously registering that he was. She was strange. Beautiful, but alien and the way she squirmed on the hay...

Big Macintosh blinked. He realized he was lightheaded.

"Horse apples..." he muttered under his breath.

The red stallion pushed himself to his feet and made his way over to the human, gently shouldering his way past Twilight. He stopped, held his muzzle a few inches over her crotch and inhaled deeply, taking her in.

"What in the hay do you think you're doing?" That was Applejack. He'd expected this.

Macintosh ignored his sister. He took another deep draught of her scent. She smelled of strawberries and marzipan with a dozen flavours hidden beneath. She was different from a pony mare, but still rich and wonderful and his body responded the same.

"What in the hay do you think you're doing?" Applejack yelled. He'd expected that as well. He also felt more than saw the four sets of eyes on him, none looking at his face.

He was getting erect.

"Oh... oh my..." Fluttershy managed as she cowered behind Rainbow Dash until only her heavily blushing face could be seen. Her eyes never quite left him.

"Eyup. She's in heat," Macintosh said. A silence fell upon the barn so thick that even the wails of the human seemed muted for a moment.

Twilight spoke first. "But that's impossible. Humans don't go into heat. They're always in season."

Applejack tapped her chin with a hoof. "Twi, you know ah respect you and your book learnin', but ah reckon Big Mac's right on this one." She pointed the hoof at the human. "Ah've heard about this before, but it weren't in a filly."

"Huh?"

"Okay, that's enough." Rainbow Dash said, stepping forward, moving to stand a few feet to the side of the anvil and face the other ponies. "Would somepony mind making sense? We've got something that shouldn't even exist tied down in Applejack's barn, Fluttershy doesn't know what to do, Big Macintosh is says its horny and now you're saying you've seen a stallion in heat?" The mare swung her head around the barn, scanning every nook and cranny. "Seriously, where's Pinkie Pie? This prank isn't funny."

"This ain't a joke, Rainbow. And ah never said a stallion was in heat. Well, not in the way ya'll mean." She scratched the back of her head, then sighed. "And ah wasn't there to see it. Listen, if you stick a stallion around enough fillies in heat and you make it so he can't even buck himself, well, this is what happens."

"Why would anypony do that?" Rainbow asked.

Twilight blinked. "Applejack? That's terrible."

"Don't ah know it. Happened back when ah was a little filly. Didn't get all the details for a long time, but Big Mac and ah came back from being away for the heat and found out Apricot, that was our neighbour's colt at the time, was in the hospital. He was just old enough to sire, see, so a couple a' fillies thought it'd be funny to tease him. Got him permission from the mayor to stay in town with 'em during the heat, did everything legit. Then tied him up so he couldn't touch himself, guess they told him it was a game, and opened the windows so he'd smell all the fillies.

"Way I hear it, they left him there the whole time. Was their first year in town too, didn't know what it'd do to 'em. Plum forgot about Apricot. Ten days go by and one of 'em remembers, but it was too late. No food, no water, ropes cut him up something fierce and he was so desperate he rubbed himself bloody on the floor. Had a fever real bad from the infections. Took him a year to recover, an' even then he came out a gelding. The fillies had moved away by then, couldn't stand being around folks who knew what they did. Apricot left for Manehatten not long after."

Three mares stared at Applejack, eyes wide, mouths agape. One by one they looked to Big Macintosh who nodded to each in turn. Tears filled Fluttershy's eyes. Twilight looked nervously around the room, her mouth noiselessly working. Rainbow fled the barn, Macintosh heard her retching seconds after he lost sight of her.

Silence reigned again, longer and deeper this time. The air itself stood on ceremony as ponies traded long glances. In time Rainbow came back inside, wiping bile from her mouth with her hoof. She was herself again, steel in her rose eyes as she looked straight to Applejack.

"What do we do?" the pegasus asked.

Applejack shrugged. "Only one thing we can do, but ain't nopony goin' to ask mah big brother, or anypony, to do it."

"Huh?" Twilight said, "Do what?"

"But you said..." Rainbow said.

Applejack stepped forward and poked Rainbow Dash in the chest with her hoof, cutting her off. "I said no, Rainbow. Unless you wanna do it, you keep yer trap shut. We ain't gonna do this that way."

"I know I'm missing something...." Twilight said, ignored by Rainbow and Applejack.

"I keep telling you I'm not that kind of filly!" Rainbow Dash yelled.

"Who's what kind of filly?" That was Twilight.

"Rainbow? Um... please? I'm sure she didn't mean that..." Fluttershy said. She quickly moved between Applejack and Rainbow Dash,caught a glare from both, then cowered backwards into a wall.

Big Macintosh rolled his eyes. Even with everything going on he couldn't have kept the smile off his face if he'd tried. The large stallion watched the mares and knew from experience that they had forgotten why they were there. It would come back to them in a few minutes and, when they did, nopony could ask for better or more dependable friends in a crisis. Until then, however...

"Applejack just called me..."

"Ah did not!"

"P-please... stop yelling..."

"Girls? What are we even talking about?"

Macintosh looked back at the poor female tied to the hay. The ropes had already worn her wrists and ankles raw, but she still squirmed and pulled against them. Her crying and screaming had died down to weak, desperate sobs. New tears glistened on her cheeks.

Big Macintosh looked to the mares again, shook his head slightly and then lowered it. He gently pressed his muzzle down between the human's twisting thighs. He slide his nose up to her crotch, wedging her legs apart with his muzzle as he went, until he reached that errant tuft of unruly fur and the cleft beneath it. There he indulged himself for just a moment, drinking in her scent again, before pressing his large, rough tongue against her flesh and slowly, deliberately, drawing it across her sex. The human let out a shuddering, sobbing gasp and wrenched her hips down, pressing herself down into his muzzle. Big Mac drew his tongue slowly over her loins again, then again.

She came suddenly, startling the stallion. He quickly backed away a step. Beneath him the human went stiff. Her back arched away from the hay as her shoulders pressed down, dragging across the bales; then higher as her head was thrown back and she lifted herself upon that. Her legs kicked out straight, or tried to, straining again and again against the ropes, her heels scraping across the earthen floor. Near the anvil, her hands clasped feverishly at the rope, the steel, her own wrists and empty air, desperate to clutch something, anything. Through it all she strained to breathe, gasping in lungfuls of air and then coughing them out as they caught in her throat, her body refusing to let them go.

And then it was over. The tension left her body with one of the great breaths she let out. She slumped back down to the hay, spent. Her breath still came ragged, but, save for a few occasional twitches and a heaving chest, she was still.

Big Macintosh stared at his human as she quieted. The shock passed, he closed his eyes. He savoured the moment, her scent and her taste still on his tongue. The edges of his mouth lifted into a slight smile as he realized that she tasted like a deliciously ripe cherry tomato. An appreciate murmur escaped his lips.

"Ya done?" Applejack said. The sentence was no question. Macintosh's head jerked backwards harder than it had when the human came and his eyes opened to find his sister giving him a heavy-lidded glare.

"Uh... Eyup..." Macintosh said, shrinking under his sister's gaze.

"Oh my!" Fluttershy squeaked, darting over to the human. She stroked the human's mane with a hoof. "Oh, I'm so very sorry, you must have really needed that. I've never even heard of anything... um... uh..." The yellow pegasus' face turned a deep crimson. "Well... you know... so fast. Now, if you promise to be good and not hurt yourself, how about we get those nasty ropes off?"

Behind her Twilight and Rainbow stood stock still, staring at Macintosh.

"Whoa..." Rainbow finally managed.

"At least that's one of 'em back." Applejack said. She waved a hoof in front of Twilight's face. No response. "Looks like Twi's gonna be a spell."

"That was awesome!"

"RD? Ain't helpin'," Applejack said, turning back on her brother, "now what in the hay were you doin' there, Big Mac?"

"Ah was helpin' out the marefolk," he said, "jus' like you were sayin' I should."

"Ah meant in private. Ya know, after me and the girls were get the what off, now?" Her head snapped over to see Fluttershy worrying the last knot loose from the human's ankle. "What the hay is wrong with...!"

Fluttershy dropped what was left of the knot and dashed between the human and the farmers. "No! No! Please, it's okay! Look!" Fluttershy said in her quiet version of a yell. She nodded behind her.

The human, now composed, looked all the frailer for it. Gone was the manic strength, in its place only a sullen, too-thin creature with a shame in her eyes that crossed every language barrier. Her long fingers made quick work of the last knot. She then started pulling on her clothes. Even to Macintosh, who seldom ever wore anything besides his yoke, he could see the movements as alien. Even he could tell that these were not accents or tools as they were to ponies. Instead she dragged the cloth across her body, pushing and pulling the clothes to cover as much of her thin frame as possible, sealing herself inside.

Like armour. The thought made Big Macintosh's heart drop.

When she was finished only her feet, hands, head and neck showed. She pulled her legs up to her chest, knees pressing into her chin, her arms wrapped around to hug them close. Only then did she look at them and still her eyes darted to avoid meeting Macintosh's, that same shame growing stronger in her eyes when she did.

From the corner of his eye Macintosh caught a worried expression on Fluttershy's face. He realized that she wasn't looking at the human's face. He followed her gaze to the human's neck, to the two taught lines there that betrayed the tightness in her hidden chest; then to her legs, pinched together and squirming ever so.

He looked to Fluttershy, she looked back with the same worried expression. She started to look away, stopped, and gave him the tiniest nod. The human was a mare fighting her heat. Fluttershy kept looking at Macintosh, a touch of sad hope and a plea crept into her eyes.

Macintosh nodded to the pegasus and took a step towards the human.

He walked directly into Applejack's outstretched hoof. "Oh no, ya don't. Ya did good, but I think she'll be okay now. How's about ya let the marefolk handle it from here?"

"But..."

"But..." Fluttershy squeaked from across the barn.

"No buts, Big Mac, trust me. You bein' around's just gonna make this harder on the both of you." She cuffed Macintosh's flank with her free forehoof. "And I reckon that there's plenty hard already."

"But..." Fluttershy squeaked again.

Macintosh looked back between his own hind legs. He opened his mouth to reply. His sister gave him a look. He shut it and walked past her and out the door. Behind him he heard Fluttershy squeak again, but he couldn't hear what she said.

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An hour back in the western orchards cleared Macintosh's head. Several more spent cleaning up the mess he'd made in his mad dash to the barn, as well as a soak in an amenable lake afterward, soothed his libido enough to walk in polite company again. He was shaking the last of the frigid water from his mane when the triangle called him to dinner.

The trip back was mercifully uneventful. He arrived ten minutes later as Applejack carefully swung the barn door shut. She grimaced when the hinges squeaked, and again when the latch snapped loudly into place.

"Everything okay?" Macintosh asked as he came up to the barn. He could smell the sweet scent of the human inside, but outside it was little more than a teasing tickle to his senses.

Applejack started, holding a hoof in front of her lips. "Not so loud," she whispered, "only jus' got her fed 'n calmed down. Poor thing fell asleep."

Macintosh blinked. "Ah been gone for hours," he said, quietly.

"Yeah, well, turns out humans're picky. Can't eat straw, grass, hay, chaff, alfalfa and didn't like the salt lick. Didn't help any that we can't understand a word she says." Applejack shrugged. "Twi says it's 'cause they're supposed to eat meat. She liked apples well enoughthough, so we made her a pie. She kept that down fine."

The stallion nodded. "Everything squared away, then?"

"Twi's in town sending a letter to the Princess, she'll be back to spend the night in case something goes wrong. Applebloom's with the Crusaders at the treehouse 'n Granny Smith not due back from Braeburn's for a few days. Ah reckon we'll be okay 'til we know what to do."

"Eyup," said Macintosh, before stepping past his sister and towards the farmhouse. He was halfway there when his sister appeared beside him.

"Big Mac, wait," she said, putting a hoof on his shoulder, "ah meant what ah said earlier. Ya did good."

The stallion stopped and turned to his sister, one eyebrow raised.

Applejack looked her brother back in the eye. "Ya'll are gonna make me say it, aren't ya?"

"Eyup." Macintosh blamed the horseshoe-shaped bruise on his shoulder on his family's pokerface.

Applejack shook her forehoof as though she'd kicked a wall. She glared at her brother, who was still trying not to grin. "Dagnabit! Ya'll did right by that filly... human... thing. Ah know that. Jus'... the girls and me, we're still new to this whole thing. Ah've only been here for the heat a few times, an' ah stay on the farm..."

Macintosh's eyebrow raised again, his bruise got a twin.

"...mostly." She finished, hoof shaking again. "Would ya'll stop that? Mah hoof hurts. Point is, we don't need to be thinking about what a stallion'll do to us when we let 'em. And ah..." She hung her head, then shook it, a forced smile on her face that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Aw, never mind, ain't important. Jus' give Twilight some space tonight, okay? C'mon, let's get some grub," she said, starting toward the farmhouse again.

"AJ?"

"Ah said don't worry about it," she called over her shoulder. "Now c'mon. Ah made a pie for you too."

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The evening came and went. Twilight arrived during dinner. Macintosh retreated to his room and a book soon after to give them some privacy and to wile away the hours until sleep came for him.

He woke in the small hours of the morning to a sound that invaded his dreams, but whose identity refused to stay in his semi-conscious mind. He stayed as he lay, on one side, one ear and eye were buried in his pillow. Through the haze of sleep, his other eye could see that the moon still hung high in the sky outside his window. His free ear twitched about like a periscope to find what had woken him. A nebulous, and increasingly familiar, unease grew in the pit of his gut.

He closed his free eye again. In the dark, he listened.

In her room, his sister neighed in her sleep as she had since they were foals. She had denied it nearly as long.

In Granny's room, Twilight snored quietly.

All around him the old house settled and creaked from its generations of use.

Outside, a filly cried.

Macintosh opened his eye, simply staring at the moon for a long moment. When he rose it was with a soft sigh. He crossed to the window. The sound came clearer and, without mistake, it came from the barn. The cries were weak, muffled across distance and old wood. If his ears were telling the truth, nopony else in the house heard it.

He stood there, the sounds eating at him. He hated them; had for most of his life. Gone were the screams of a half-feral beast in need. He could handle those. Replacing them were the desperate, impotent sobs of a little filly who just lost her parents, clinging to her older brother and begging him to make it all better.

He swore to himself then that he would do everything he could to make sure he never heard her cry again. The human wasn't Applejack, but it was that promise that silenced the logical part of his mind that told him to wake the mares. That promise that made him slip silently from the house and soon had him peering into a darkened barn for a human with only a beam of moonlight from the hay loft door to see by.

He found her on her knees in a shadowed corner of the barn, visible only as a silvered outline, but clear nonetheless. She was stark naked now, bowed forward to press her forehead against the cold steel of the ancient anvil. One arm crossed her chest, mauling the opposite breast with her fingers. The other vanished between her legs, the whole arm jerking violently. He had no illusions about what her hand was doing.

"Hello?" he asked as gently as he could. He got no response.

"Hello?" He tried again, louder. The human jumped, falling back onto her rump. She stared at him in the darkness. She held the gaze as she slid her legs beneath her, shifting to hands and knees, crawling toward him. She came into the light, he could see her wild eyes, her open mouth. She kept coming, never breaking eye contact until her wrist caught on a length of binding twine that sent her face first into the dirt.

Macintosh stared She lay there, not pushing herself up. Instead, she dragged her arms across the rough dirt floor, crossing her chest to grip her upper arms on the other side with her hands. She pulled tight, hugging herself, the strain across her back obvious on her thin frame even in the half-light. She lay there, face in the dirt, new sobs rocking her body.

"thiz 'iz unt mi," she said between sobs, the first clear words Macintosh had heard from her, even if he had no idea what they meant. They were rough, harsh, without the whinny and neigh of the Equestrian tongue. "ai'm naut ei huer..."

The stallion moved to her side, leaned down and nuzzled her cheek. The human immediately sobbed again. Macintosh quickly lifted his head to give her space. She moved fast, much faster than Macintosh would have expected from something in her condition. One hand caught his mane before he could get away. She pulled herself up by that handhold, arms wrapping around his thick neck and burying her face into his shoulder, muffling her sobs with his flesh.

Macintosh looked down at her, stunned, then lowered his head across her back to return the hug as best her could. The scent of her heat was thicker than before. He couldn't ignore it, but tried to push it from his mind.

"hwots rwang with mi?" she asked into his neck, "wahy dohz it hert? wahy kant ai kuhm?"

He let her hold him as hard as she wanted, as long as she wanted. How long they were like that, he never knew nor cared to. Slowly she poured out her tears into him. Through it all he silently prayed to Celestia that she not notice what she and her wonderful scent were doing to him.

Eventually her grip on him relaxed, she rocked back onto her knees, taking her weight from his neck though she still held him. Her hands slid lightly up the line of his mane, gripping behind his ears. He felt her pull his head gently downward as she pulled her head back to look him in the eye.

"pleez," she said. Macintosh didn't need a translation, the way she held her eyes told him all he needed.

"Are ya'll sure?" Macintosh asked. Right then, deep down, a part of him awoken by her was yelling at him to stop looking for reasons not to and take the mare.

"pleez," she repeated, "ai heyt thiz, buht it hertz soh muhch! pleez!" A fresh stream of tears slid down her cheeks.

Macintosh nodded as his answer and gently pressed his muzzle against her chest, guiding her down onto the floor.

"thangk-yoo" she cried out as her back touched earth. Her hands pushed his head down towards her crotch. She needn't have bothered. Macintosh was already quite ready and eager to taste her again. Neither were disappointed. She came quickly again, a mere four draws of his tongue across her cunny sent her over the edge. This time, however, Macintosh wanted more.

As her orgasm hit her and her body acted on its own she finally released her grip on Macintosh's head. Free, Macintosh reared up slightly, catching her thighs under his massive hooves and pinning them to ground. In the next moment his nose was again planted into her, his tongue drawing across and into her. For a moment she struggled, her hands weakly pushing against his hoof and forehead. She soon gave in to the second wave of pleasure. Her hands fell to the ground, fingers digging and groping for any purchase, her hips moved on their own into him.

In some ever more distant, rational part of Macintosh's mind, he was thankful that this mare didn't scream out during sex like another he'd known.

A few scant minutes later, far too soon for Macintosh, she stiffened again as her orgasm shook her. This time, when she fell limp he let her. He looked down at her quivering body. All of her was laid open to him, her head lolled to the side. He wanted more. He had never taken a mare in this position. He spared a thought to draping her tired form over a hay bale, but she looked so content that he didn't have the heart. Besides, he had always wanted to try it this way, and no mare he'd been with had ever refused him. He lifted his forehooves from her legs and planted them on either side of her torso. He lined up his body with hers and began lowering himself down onto her.

She made a tiny, confused noise as the fur on his legs began to press against her exposed skin. Her head turning to look at him, her eyes went wide. They filled with horror when she glanced down at the vanishing space between them. Her hands, weak and uncertain, flew down to grapple with the ankles of his forehooves, her body squirmed and writhed to push herself up and out from under him.

Reality smashed back into Macintosh's head, breaking through the heady haze of the heat. No longer was it a willing mare beneath him, but now a scared human once more. He reared back, throwing himself off of her. He awkwardly pirouetted on his hind hooves, ready to bolt as soon as his forehooves met earth.

"weyt!" the human cried out. Macintosh glanced back. Distracted, he failed to notice a discarded shovel until his forehoof landed on it. His ankle twisted, he his footing and tumbled to the ground.

Beside him the human slowly rose to her feet and stepped into the column of moonlight. "weyt," she said again, more calmly. She held hands out in front of her, fingers spread wide, palms toward the stallion.

Macintosh stared up at her. He didn't move from where he was sprawled. He didn't dare. There, silhouetted in the Luna's light, he saw the legend, if only for a few seconds. Cast in silver negative, her frailty vanished; her movements were fluid, sure, but alien. She knelt down beside him, one exotic, silver hand reached to his hind leg and coaxed it aside.

"aim sawr-ee" she said, "heer. mai boifrend yoozd tu meyk mi du thiz. pleez, leht mi."

Her other hand slipped unseen through the shadows, appearing between his legs. Her fingers wrapped around his cock one by one, smallest to largest, deliberately slowly. Macintosh let out a groan.

A few years ago one of his marefriends had tried to do the same with the crook of her ankle. At the time he'd considered her amazingly skilled in the bedroom. That was nothing compared to what this human was doing to him just by holding him. Each finger played differently, the pressure subtly changing every second. He could only watch as she began to explore him. She was in no hurry.

The other hand joined the first on him, fingers tracing veins up and down his length, then around underside of the rim of the glans. She was smiling, he realized, and looking at his face. The second hand slid down, cupping his balls, gently kneading them in a way no pony could ever hope to emulate. She gently blew across the tip and Big Macintosh was reduced to a whimper.

Macintosh could already feel the end coming and cursed his own frustrated libido. He clenched his teeth hard to stave off the inevitable; then he clenched his hips, then buttocks, thighs, gut and finally chest to buy himself another second or two, forcing down until his breath was a strained wheeze.

She flashed him a silver smile and opened her mouth.

"Wait..." he groaned, reaching a forehoof toward her.

If she heard, if she understood, she ignored him. Her mouth lowered, taking him inside, her tongue sliding down the underside of his member on the way.

Macintosh's hips bucked up against his will, though he was miraculously able to keep the thrust contained to a mere few inches. He came.

The human's eyes went wide. She drew back and off of him, already coughing and hacking. A second spray caught her in the face before she could turn away. The third spattered across her left hand, which she thrust between his penis and her face as she fell to hands and knees. What was left was a dribble that never touched her.

The human stayed doubled over, coughing and spitting into a growing puddle of phlegm, semen and spittle. The fingers of her dripping left hand scraping fluid from her face and casting it down there as well. A pang of guilt hit the stallion as he caught his breath. He found her a cloth on a worktable and brought it to her. She blinked as she took it, then smiled sadly at him. Macintosh found her a washbasin and another cloth and helped wipe her clean.

When she was done the human pulled the suddenly confused stallion into a tight hug. She released him to step out of the moonlight where she sat her rump onto a bale of hay in the same dark corner he'd found her in. She sniffled once.

"thi nahysest gai ahyv ev-er bin with iz ei hawrs..." She said. Even in the dark Macintosh knew she wasn't really speaking to him. He followed her into the gloom, sitting just to her right, his haunches on the ground. He felt one of her hands rest on his withers. He looked forward, not at her. It felt wrong to stare.

She began to talk and Macintosh let her. There was no reason to stop her, nor did he want to, despite not understanding her language. They sat like that for what seemed like an age, though only a few minutes passed. What she was saying, he would never know. He didn't even really hear her. Soon, he found himself fighting his body again. His cock became erect again, sliding out of its sheath despite his attempts to keep it in place. He was grateful for the darkness that kept it hidden.

Throughout their time there Macintosh became more and more aware of her. Her presence, her scent, the warmth of her. She was falling deeper and deeper into a heat the likes of which Macintosh had never heard of. The power of her scent was more than any one pony mare could hope to produce, though not more than a whole village, of course. Still, it scared him. The part of him that was rational, that remembered the fear on her face when he tried to mount her screamed for him to leave, to flee into the forest and find a nicely-sized knothole to relieve himself with.

The part that had held the crying human, that held a crying filly so many years ago, refused to let him move.

He hated both. He hated himself and the slow, nagging betrayal of his body.

A new voice appeared amongst the warring pieces of Big Macintosh's mind. It poked at him, screamed at him to pay attention. Something wasn't right. He blinked and came back to the present.

"...I just don't know why this is happening," the human said, "why am I here? What's happening to me? Why do I need it so badly it hurts?"

The realization came slowly to the stallion. His gaze inched toward the human beside him. In the light of the false dawn he saw not the flat profile of a human's face, but the rounded muzzle of a mare's.

Macintosh pushed to his feet, silently cursing the stiffness that his clenching had left in his legs. He stumbled as he raced for the light switch.

"What? What's wrong?" the human yelled after him.

Macintosh hit the switch, light filled the old barn. The stallion gaped. Nopony would have called what stood in the middle of his barn 'human.'

"What...?" the human asked, shrugging with her hands. She stopped mid-gesture, stared at what was left of her left hand and screamed. Three of the five fingers had fused together, the end capped with gnarled bone. Deep blue fur covered it all, spreading halfway up the forearm. She brought her right hand up to her face.

"Ah wouldn't..." Macintosh said.

She didn't listen. She pressed her human hand to her cheek, to fur and muzzle. She screamed again. She lost her footing, scrambling backwards on her buttocks, propelled by her legs. She tried to scrape off the fur of her arm with the nails on her good hand.

"But..." she said, "I don't... how..." She looked at him, a new horror blooming behind her amber pony eyes. Her eyes followed the line of his body to his again erect penis. "Oh god, no." She breathed, "Oh God! I swallowed some of it!" She spun over onto her knees, two fingers on her still-human hand jammed down her throat. She gagged and coughed, but nothing came up.

She fell over, clutching her stomach with her hand and the beginnings of a hoof. From where he stood Macintosh watched a line of dark blue fur sprout down the line of her spine. The beginnings of a tail sprouted out from between her buttocks. The air filled with a sudden explosion of her musk which only continued to thicken until Macintosh could barely think. Only when he felt a line of drool drip from his mouth did he snap his head to the side to shake as much of the haze as he could from his fevered mind. He bolted for the door, to Applejack and Twilight with a muddled prayer that they might be able to fix this.

"Wait!" the human yelled just before he reached the threshold. He turned back to see her dragging herself towards him on a nearly complete forehoof. "Please... I don't care anymore, just make it stop..."

Macintosh looked to the door, then to the half-mare. He wanted her and it hurt to fight it. It hurt to think. She was the source of the pain and the promise of relief. She wanted it too, there was no reason not to indulge. Macintosh stopped thinking.

He grabbed the newly growing mane on her neck with his teeth and pushed her face first over a hay bale. She didn't object. He climbed on top of his mare.

"Please don't be rough," his mare pleaded as he lowered himself onto her.

He tried to tell her he'd try, but all that came out was a loud nicker. He lined himself up as best her could and thrust forward. The first two missed, sliding down under his mare's belly without finding purchase and eliciting little whimpers from her. The third struck home. He groaned deeply at how tight she was, unlike any other mare he'd been with. Then hit a note of disappointment when he bottomed out with nearly half his length still outside.

"Please, don't stop..." his mare said from underneath him, her voice barely a whisper.

He was forced to use short strokes, but they were fast and strong, her whimpered pleas for more driving him on. She came at least twice, but Macintosh's addled mind barely noticed, nor did he let her rest. He grabbed her growing mane between his teeth and pinned her down and thrust hard one last time, driving her and the hay forward across the dirt floor as he emptied himself inside of her. His legs and haunches clenched and thrust long after he had collapsed on top of her.

He stayed there coupled with her, pinning her to the hay, panting into her mane.

Clarity returned briefly with his release. Over the blood pounding in his ears and the ragged gasps of he and his mare he heard two sets of galloping hooves approaching the barn. He heard a familiar voice, a mare, yell something. He didn't understand it, it was too distant, too unimportant.

The mare beneath him was important. She was wonderful, she smelled wonderful and better by the moment. He was still inside of her, still hard. He could feel her insides flow and change around him, turning liquid and allowing him deeper inside. Soon all of him was inside and warm. She was his.

"More..." came a sobbed whimper beneath him.

He obliged.

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Big Macintosh woke on a sea of angry blades of grass, the sun searing his face. He tried to open his eyes, but Celestia burned them for his trouble. He tried to roll over to his hooves and found only pain in every joint. He fell back onto the sharp grass and was rewarded with an explosion between his temples and a mouth filled with the taste of old cheese and burnt bits. He covered his eyes with his hooves and resolved to never move again.

He had to pee.

The trip to the bush was an agonizing ordeal. All he would remember later would be his head throbbing in time with his heartbeat and cursing the rusting leaves for being so loud. Actually peeing, he remembered.

It felt as though somepony had threaded sandpaper into his urethra up to his navel, unrolled it and was slowly drawing it back out. Worse, he couldn't stop. He tried, and the flow halted for a moment only to start again. He was in agony and couldn't help but cry out. The ordeal brought back the events of the previous night.

He emerged on wobbling legs to find Applejack there waiting for him, a surgical mask across her muzzle and a bucket of water balanced on her back. Only then did he realize he'd awoken in a clearing in the Acres.

"Ah see you're finally awake," she said. Even in his addled state, even through the mask, Macintosh didn't miss the edge in her voice. "And don't even think of askin' me to kiss that one better. Now, what in the hay happened last night?"

She bucked her rump sending the bucket into the air to land in front of Macintosh. He didn't wait for an invitation, he plunged his head down into the icy water and drank until he could breath again, then drank the rest. It helped. Oh, Celestia, it helped.

"Where are we?" Macintosh asked, "what happened?"

"That's what ah'm asking," Applejack asked, poking Macintosh once in the shoulder for emphasis. He silently wished she wouldn't, but doubted her learning what it did to his head would stop her. "As for where? We had to drag your sorry flank outta that barn after you finally passed out. Place was so thick with it Twi' tried to stuff me with her horn."

"Is she alright?" Macintosh asked.

"Twi's fine. Now."

"Ah meant..."

"Ah know what ya meant." Applejack glared at him, then waved a hoof for him to follow. They walked maybe a hundred yards through the apple trees to another clearing. There stood Twilight Sparkle, also wearing a surgical mask. Beside her on a makeshift bed lay a deep blue, straw maned unicorn mare. The mare on the bed was normal in every way, except that her left hind leg ended with a set of human toes instead of a hoof. Her bones continued to change and flow, but the process was slower now, barely noticeable when watched.

"There you go, Big Macintosh," Applejack said. Macintosh didn't missed his sister using his full name, nor the emphasis she put on it. "Why don't ya'll ask Twi how she's doing?"

Twilight blinked. "I'm doing fine, why?"

Applejack rolled her eyes. Macintosh said, "how's she doing Twilight?"

"She's... normal, except for that," Twilight said, pointing a hoof at the mare's foot. "But I don't understand. This shouldn't be possible. What happened last night?"

"Ah'm itching to hear that one mahself," Applejack said.

Burning white light bloomed through the clearing, blinding all three ponies in it. Macintosh hit the ground, hooves on his head to hold back the red hot spikes trying to bore their way out.

And then it was over. The pain was gone. He cautiously opened his eyes to see the mares both bowing and the Royal Princess of the Morning standing over them all.

"Twilight Sparkle!" Celestia's version of the Royal Canterlot Voice boomed, "where is the... oh."

"Princess," Twilight said, rising, "I can explain."

Celestia shook her head, crestfallen. "There is no need for that, Twilight. I know all too well." She looked to Big Macintosh, whose belly still touched the ground. "I assume you were the one to change her."

Macintosh swallowed, suddenly feeling very small. "Eyup."

Celestia gave him a sad smile. With her hoof she lifted his chin so she could look him in the eye. "Macintosh, you can't blame yourself for this. You couldn't know what a human would do to you. This is my fault. Had I told Twilight about them ahead of time, had I read her letter when it arrived, none of this would have happened."

"Uh, Princess, ah don't mean to pry, but what did happen here?" Applejack asked.

Celestia paused for a moment, sending up a flare from her horn. "This human was poached." She paused a moment, taking in the three blank stares. "She was stolen from her home and brought to Equestria to be sold."

"Why?" Twilight asked, nearly yelling.

Celestia sighed deeply. "Because they are rare and valuable. It pains me to admit this, but there is always a price for such things. Twilight, you must understand. There is no magic in the human world. Humans that are brought here are overwhelmed by the magic in ours and are changed by it. For males, the process is slow and subtle, but females always go into heat, absorbing magic from anything." She looked at Macintosh. "Especially other creatures.

"Nothing, and nopony, can resist them, and they become whatever they took the most magic from." She gave Twilight a meaningful look. "Or whatever took them. Over a hundred human females are brought to Equestria every year, and I will not tell you the horrors that are inflicted upon them. It is one of the worst crimes in all Equestria."

Celestia paused, looking at her subjects, giving them a moment. When none spoke she continued.

"I'm sorry Twilight, I didn't read your letter because my sister, the royal guard and I were looking for this human. We found a summoner casting the spell and disrupted it. We never expected to find her this far away."

Two pegasus guards descended into the clearing, the royal carriage trailing behind them. They bowed to their princess on landing, she nodded in return. Without a word they moved to stand beside the new-made unicorn.

Twilight looked to her mentor. "Princess? What will happen to her?"

"We will give her a new life. New memories. Try to find her a place."

"Princess," Twilight said, "what do you mean? New memories? Can't you send her home?"

A sad shake of her head. "No, Twilight, I can't. Nopony, nothing, can undo a human's change. Not even the Elements of Harmony. I have tried. The change destroys who they were, damages their memories. The best we can do is to gather the fragments and try to give them a new life." She looked down at her pupil. "I'm sorry Twilight."

The princess lowered her head, crossing necks with Twilight for a brief hug. She stepped back, moving to stand with her guard beside the unicorn. She lowered her horn, touching it to the former human's head. There was a flash of light. When it cleared, the unicorn's change was complete, on her flank was the image of an easel.

The blue unicorn's head lifted off the bed, her eyes blinking blearily as she took in her surroundings. "Princess Celestia? Where am I?"

"You are safe, my little pony," Celestia said warmly, "do you remember your name?"

The unicorn rose unsteadily to her feet and gave Celestia a look as though she thought she were crazy. The look quickly dissolved into confusion, then to fear. Her eyes brimmed with tears.

"It's alright," Celestia said, "take your time. You've been through so much, you can take as long as you need."

The unicorn sniffled and nodded. Her brow creased. "Flourish," she said slowly, "I think my name is Flourish."

The princess smiled. "Very good. Now Flourish, will you please come with me?" She pointed her horn to the carriage.

"Yes, of course, Princess," the blue unicorn said. She obediently climbed into the carriage. "But Princess, I don't remember anything... at all. What happened?"

Celestia stepped up beside the unicorn. "For now, all you need to know is that these good ponies helped save you from something terrible and cared for you last night."

Flourish looked to Celestia, then to Applejack, Twilight and Big Macintosh. "Oh. Thank you. I'm sorry, I don't remember."

"Ah reckon maybe that's for the best," Applejack said.

"Gentlecolts?" Celestia said, "Let's get this filly home."

With that the guardponies reared and took to the sky, carrying the carriage with them. Flourish waved down to the ponies on the ground as she took off, Applejack, Twilight and Macintosh waved back until she and the carriage were well out of sight.

The three stood silent and alone in the clearing, staring towards Canterlot.

"Am ah the only one who noticed her accent's the same as Lyra's?" Applejack finally asked.

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Author's Note: If you're reading this, thanks for staying with me. It's said that all writer's write to exorcise demons, and that's kind of what this is. Not sure why it came to my head, but it wouldn't leave until I did this, but, hey, it was a fun ride and I hope you enjoyed it with me.

I may continue this, the rabbit hole for this story goes pretty deep. We'll see.