The Shining Descent

The Shining Descent

By: The Sentimentalism Brony

Chapter 5

Room 237

Room 237 is the room of nightmares. The beast of everypony’s deepest burdens. The room that sends you to the brink of madness and back again. But, can Big Mac, despite the slip in his mental stability, survive the division bell this room tolls. For the ringing of the bell would bring the devastation of a crippling force down upon the spirit of Big Mac himself. Helping him slip that much further towards total insanity. The state, which he is reluctantly welcoming into his life.

So as Big Mac walked towards the room of his burdens, he thought to himself in solitude. Fluttershy must be losing it. A crazy mare in 237? How could there be somepony here without us knowing sooner? The question he asked himself was pointless as he knew where the mare had come from. She had come from the deepest darkest corner of his disgruntled mind. The space he likes to pretend doesn’t exist; his cognitive insanity.

Walking up to the door, it was reviled to have been left open ajar. Fluttershy’s doing, no doubt, He thought to himself, sliding his large hoof in-between the door and the frame, pushing it open slowly. Stepping inside he was astonished to hear the shower running. Confused, he cautiously made his way towards the bathroom.

Looking into the room, all he could make out was the dark silhouette of a figure behind the foggy shower curtain. Pressing forwards, Big Mac walks into the bathroom, calling out to whomever was behind the shower curtain. “Hello, is anypony there?”

No Answer.

Instead he got the foreboding sound of constant water flow. He piped up slightly louder this time, fully including his masculine vibrato. “Hello? Hello, who’s behind the shower curtain?” There was still no answer, but instead he received an unconventional response. Instead of simply replying to him, the mare slid the shower curtain open instead. The pegasus pony mare then stepped out and began to walk towards Big Mac.

All this time Big Mac just stood there, mouth practically agape, as the mare continued to walk towards him. Sure ponies were usually naked, but this felt different, almost wrong. The mare was soaking wet, dripping warm water onto the tiled floor, and still walked towards him. Her mane was a bright blonde, and her coat was of a somewhat white color. Her resemblance was very similar to Surprise. But she lacked the corresponding cutie mark. Instead she had no cutie mark to be found at all. She must have been one who had never really found out there true destiny, just hovering, helping out when needed.

Rubbing up against his body on her initial approach, Big Mac shuttered as he continued to watch the mare encircling him, like a jungle cat stalking their prey.

As she made her third circle around him, he must have communicated with her telepathically, as she stopped dead in her tracks and looked at him. They stared into each other’s eyes, something clicking mentally between the pair. Something in Big Mac made him want to flee, but something kept tugging him back, forcing him to stay. Perhaps it was his animalistic instincts; the mare was quite astonishing after all.

They were still staring into each other’s eyes, before they lunged for one another. Clasping at one another in heated abandon, they kissed passionately, their tongues violently assaulting the others in a battle for control. They pulled each other deeper into the kiss, their tongues still swirling in uncontrollable fruitfulness.

Pulling away from each other to catch their breaths, they looked again into each other’s eyes. What was it about this mare that attracted Big Mac to her? He was being unfaithful to Fluttershy, and it was wrong. But still, somewhere deep down inside his being, this felt so right. Like he needed to be here, right this instant, doing exactly what he was doing, regardless of the consequences.

They lunged back into their kiss, more violently then before. Big Mac beginning to tug at her mane, and her beginning to reach for his sheath. Big Mac began to moan loudly, as the ministrations of the two were beginning to drive each other closer to the inevitable. But all that was brought to a screeching halt when Big Mac heard groaning. And the groaning was reverberating into his busy mouth.

Eyes jutting open, Big Mac stumbled back, almost falling onto his haunches. The beautiful mare he had just been fraternizing with now began to decompose. Her coat no longer a whitish color, but a repulsive muddy green color. Her hide had begun to fall apart and to the tiles below, revealing the delicate flesh beneath. Her mane was no longer a bright, vibrant blonde color. It was now a dark grey, with white streaks; most of it had already fallen out and onto the floor of the bathroom.

The mare began to hobble towards Big Mac, as he finally mustered up the courage to run away from the mare. Leaving the room, and exiting into the hallway, Big Mac slammed the door to room 237 hard. He turned back towards the door and stood there for a second, looking into the varnished oak panels, before bolting down the hallway towards his suite...