BUCK

Big Macintosh sat outside Applejack’s apple cellar, lost in thought. He had brought Cheerilee’s body in after checking first to make sure Apple Bloom and her friends weren’t down there, playing and making noise. Looking down at Cheerilee, he began contemplating the past few hours, attempting to piece together a timeline.

First they were in the fields. Cheerilee was unconscious. Big Macintosh brought her to the basement of the barn, and there he prepared them a couple spare glasses of cider, because they stored barrels in the cellar for Cider Season. Of course, Cheerilee couldn’t willingly drink, so Big Macintosh opened her mouth and poured the cider down her throat for her; because he knew Cheerilee would have thought it rude to turn down a glass.

After they were done with their cider, Big Mac began to passionately kiss Cheerilee’s sleeping body and dragged her to the back wall of the room. And just as he was about to begin to make love to her again, she seemed to awaken.

“Nhh... Uhh... Ahh! Big Macintosh! Ahhh!” she screamed and writhed. Big Macintosh missed being able to make Cheerilee do only what he wanted her to do. But, seeing as he couldn’t keep her under forever, and there was no going back to the way things were before, Big Mac’s drunken, skewed mind decided that now was the time to begin teaching Cheerilee that Big Macintosh’s word was law. She does what Big Mac wants her to do. That’s it.

Cheerilee still screaming, he grabbed some nearby rope, hit her in the head once again, and began tying her struggling hooves together. Cheerilee went into a half-sleep for a while, but then quickly awoke to find herself bound and gagged, and hanging from the light, upside-down. She began to whine, then saw her very special somepony appear from the edge of the darkness. he began to speak, in a much louder version of his usual monotone voice.

“Quit yer squealin’!” he started. Cheerilee grew quiet. Big Mac paused for a little, gathered his thoughts, and then spoke. “Now, this here’s yer own fault, punkin’. You an’ alla them other close-minded ponies! Alla yall’! Alla yall talk about the most borin’ things... ya’ never make sense to me! Ya always make sense to each other, but never to me!” Cheerilee began to quietly cry. “‘An I’m always tryin’ ta’ dumb things down for yall’... I can’t say what I’m fixin’ ta’ say because I know yall’ wouldn’t appreciate it, wouldja?! Naw, yall would laugh or cry or scream at me! Then everypony’s jokin’ on Big Macintosh, huh?! Everypony’s jokin’ on Big Mac! Everypony hates me if I speak up, huh?!”

Cheerilee started wriggling, rocking back and forth in her harness. This angered Big Mac. The red stallion screamed, “Quit yer squirmin’!” and grabbed her into stillness. Even so, Cheerilee still rocked back and forth in defiance.

Big Mac became infuriated. He breathed deeply for a moment. Turned around. Thought. Reared his hind legs, and bucked them right into Cheerilee’s flank, which was facing him at the moment.

The force of his buck splintered her leg bone, and left a bloody hoof-shaped cut through her cutie mark; a ring through the three flowers.

Cheerilee continued to scream for a few moments, but then quieted down and calmed herself out of fear.

“There... yall ready ta’ listen?” Cheerilee’s face was away from Big Mac, but he could tall she was nodding.

“Now.. yer’ gonna do what I wantcha ta’ do. That’s it. I’ve been puttin’ up with everypony fer too long, an’ I need you now. If I’m gonna keep livin’ a normal life, I’m fixin’ on you bein’ my Cheerilee, got it? Yer gonna me my new notebook. Got it?”

Cheerilee was now facing Big Macintosh again, but was paralyzed in fear and shock.

Big Mac inched closer. “Got it?”

Cheerilee reluctantly nodded, because it seemed like her only option.

Big Mac cut his Cheerilee down from the rafters and looked at her laying on the ground. Even now, sobbing and crying down there, she was more beautiful to him than ever; she had given herself to him entirely. She was his now. She would do anything and everything he wanted.

The red stallion picked the pink pony up and dragged her against the wall. Using the knife he used to cut her down, he began to trace the cut in her cutie mark. Around and around his own hoof-print.

“Mmh. I do like that sound, myself. You enjoyin’ it, punkin’?”

“Nmmmh!” she said, in an angry and raped scream.

Big Mac brought up his knife and ungagged her mouth. “What was that, honey?”

Cheerilee paused hotly. “Nnhh! I... It hurts!”

Big Mac stuck his knife into Cheerilee’s mouth and rose the blade to the roof. The point just jamming the back of her top gums, the red pony asked, “How’s about now, sweetums?”

Cheerilee had no idea what he was about to do, and began to pull her head back, only to be blocked by Big mac’s other hoof. She began to scream and cry, her open mouth spilling drool profusely out onto the floor.

“Nnope,” said the red pony. He began to drag the blade across the roof of his beloved’s mouth, scraping off just a thin crust of flesh.

Cheerilee screamed intensely and writhed uncontrollably. Her pain and embarrassment were so intense that she entered a state of mental numbness, in which she involuntarily emptied her bowels of whatever was in them, including some other remnants of their earlier sexual encounter.

Big Mac took the knife out of her mouth, the strip still clinging to it, and set his special somepony down on the ground. He brought the knife back down to her cutie mark and began tracing the scar again. As it ran through the crevice full of newly filled blood the knife made a quiet gurgling sound that revolted Cheerilee.

“Whaddya think’a that now, punkin’?”

Cheerilee swallowed her pride and gave up. She had no other choice but to play by the rules. “Y-.. yes... it sounds... good... like a tuning fork...”

“Good. Glad ya like it. Because I reckon I’m gonna come back down here again, errey week, n’ I’m gonna do this again n’ again, so this here cutie mark never heals up. You like that?”

Cheerilee burst into tears at the sentence, and all that it implied, but she had to be obedient for now. “Oh... I..,” the pink pony sobbed, “...I think that’s wonderful...”

Big Mac smiled at the thought. He knew his Cheerilee didn’t really like any of this, but he could pretend she did for now. And over time, she’d grow to be exactly like his Cheerilee should be.

“Well, that’s just fine,” said the red pony.

He took a few moments to stare at Cheerilee’s new cutie mark. He leaned in as time went by, day dreaming back to that moment, shutting out her incessant crying. His eyes grew heavy and he, at one moment, leaned in and kissed it. He made a point to absorb the smell of the fresh blood and decided that he liked it. Cheerilee’s blood smelled like dandelions after being stomped on, like grapes for wine.

Big Mac recalled himself and looked up at Cheerilee’s face, which was staring back at him.

“...Don’t yall gimmie that look..,” he said in an ice cold stance.

Cheerilee looked away quickly, possessed by genuine fear.

Big Macintosh walked away, grabbed a bucket, and kicked it over to cheerilee. “That’s for whatever you want. I’ll be back with breakfast.”

The red pony left Cheerilee there, bound on the floor, with nothing but a lone, dim light for accompaniment. Out the door he went, feeling slightly alienated.

He finally had somepony who would love him for who he was. Well, eventually. He would still have to shy away and be lonely during the day, but every night, he would see his very special somepony, and he could finally do whatever he wanted to her and with her and no matter what, she would always love him. And she would tell him how much she loved him.

Big Macintosh would make Cheerilee into his Cheerilee.