Big Mac Attack!

Big Mac woke up the next day bright and early as he normally does. However, something managed to catch his attention as he heard rapping on the front door.

"Who in 'Questria could tha' be this early?" Big Mac grumbled as he walked downstairs and to the front door.

He looked through the window on the front door and his stomach suddenly lurches. It was the Royal Guard of Canterlot. Could they have found out about his activities? Impossible. He's covered himself up so well!

Mac opened up the door slightly and peered his eye out the crack. "Eyup?"

"Hello, sir. We're wondering if you know where two fillies by the name of..." one stallion brought up a list. "Sweetie Belle... and... Scootaloo." He put the list down and looked back at Big Mac who searched his mind for the best lie he could ever think up of on the spot.

"Nnnope." Big Mac said as he pushed the door closed.

The two Guard Stallions looked at each other and shrugged, then they took back to the road in search for the other fillies.

Big Mac walked into the living room and slouched down onto the couch. He looked at Granny Smith still sitting in her chair and he frowns. "Now what am I gonna do with you?"

Big Mac looked around the house. He would have used the tools in the barn to get rid of the body, but he burnt it down the previous day. Strange that nopony had asked him about it.

He shrugged and looked at Granny Smith's corpse. He looked back to the kitchen that was parallel to the living room and he had a rather devious smile cross his lips. "Heh. This'll be perfect." He quickly rose and walked over to the stove they had for baking apple goods. He turned the gas stove on and he left the door open.

The smell of the natural gas filling the house had made Big Mac shiver with excitement and disgust. He hated that smell.

He went and took Granny Smith's corpse, along with her rocking chair, and placed it at the table. He nodded and walked out of the house, leaving the gas to fill every knook and cranny within the home.

Making his way down the road from Sweet Apple Acres, he turned and looked at the barn which was nothing but a blackened smouldering pile of debris and ash. He shrugged and continued his way down to Ponyville.

The Town Square was rather empty save for a few ponies who got up early in the morning to work or open their shops.

Big Mac walked and he noticed something behind him, he turned to see what it was that made his hair on his neck stand on end, but nothing was there, so he shrugged and continued his way down the road.

He didn't really have an idea where to go or what to do, all that he knew is that he had to get away from the farm so that the home could be filled with the gas.

Big Mac sat down into the road and stared ahead blankly.

"Hey! Mac!" A very familiar voice had called out.

"Eh?" Big Mac looked around for the source of the voice and he found that it came from a puddle on the ground. He peered over into it and he smiles. "Oh, hello thar' Mac."

Mirror Mac smiled in return and waved his hoof at Big Mac. "Hey! You kno' you can get workin' on them chores, righ'?"

Big Mac nodded and took out the list from his yoke around his neck. He looked through the list and he placed his hoof onto his chin, looking through all the names and deciding which one he should choose first.

"Huh. Twilight Sparkle." Mac thought for a moment and he shrugged. He went ahead towards Twilight's Library.

Upon arrival, he knocked on the wooden door fixed on the large tree. No answer.

He knocked on it again, still; no answer.

Big Mac shrugged and walked away from Twilight's Library just as Spike answered the door with a sleepy look in his eyes. "We.. don't want any.." He closed the door softly and went back inside to get another hour of precious sleep.

Big Mac walked down the road and looked back at his list, hoping it'd give him an idea on who would be awake this early for him to mark another name off of his list. He looked down the paper until he noticed a name that particularly stood out. "Rainbow Dash."

Would she be awake this early? She's usually one to stay asleep until the afternoon. Big Mac had sat there deep in thought for a few moments before he realized what was going on above him. The black clouds of smoke that had risen into the sky only the night before had been mistaken for rain clouds. The weather team didn't authorize any kind of storm today, so it was up to the weather team's star member and captain, Rainbow Dash, to clear the skies of the unwanted storm.

Rainbow Dash was rather bewildered by the nearly cloudless morning, she merely hovered over Ponyville with a look of anger and annoyance burned onto her face. "What? You have GOT to be kidding me!" she yelled, "There isn't any rain clouds out here! Gah! Woke up for no reason..." She grumbled and started to fly away and head back to her cloud home before Big Mac let out a yell.

"Hey! Dash!" Big Mac called.

Rainbow Dash turned and noticed the large red stallion in the streets and she couldn't help but start to laugh again. Big Mac knew why, too. Despite being the Element of Loyalty, she's a very cruel pony sometimes.

Big Mac rolled his eyes and yelled again. "Get down 'ere! I got somethin' to tell ya'!" He checked the streets and found a nearby alleyway. He nodded and thought that that would be a perfect spot for what he had planned.

Rainbow Dash wiped away a few tears of laughter from her face and she landed in front of Big Mac while laughing a little more. "Yeah? What is it, Foal-Doll lover?"

Rainbow's new name for Big Mac had gotten him very hot under the collar. He hated that nickname and his face clearly showed it, which only got Rainbow Dash laughing a little more.

"What do you need, you big filly?" Rainbow Dash smirked.

It took everything Mac had not to leap onto her and begin to beat her senseless right then, the only thought that had crossed his mind was how he was going to end her pitiful life and he smiled. "Oh, nothin' Dash, but I got a secret ta' tell ya'. That little filly Scootaloo wanted me to tell ya'."

Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes and sighed. She knew all about how Scoots was crushing on her. I mean how was she not to realize that? She'd have to be blind. Spending all that time with her all for flying lessons? Rainbow Dash knew that there was some sort of interior motive behind Scootaloo's intrest and why she always rode the scooter everywhere instead of using Rainbow Dash's teachings. "Alright, fine. Just tell me what the little squirt wants to tell me."

Big Mac smiled with relief as he had figured out that the news that the two foals had gone missing wasn't exactly on the day's headliners... yet.

He gestured towards the small alleyway that he had selected to avoid any witnesses. "This'a way, Dash. Real important, real secret, ya' know?"

Dash sighed. "Whatever, Mac." She walked into the alleyway that Mac had selected and turned to look at Mac who was following behind her. She stopped near at the end of the alley and she raised her eyebrow. "Alright, spit it out."

Before Rainbow Dash could even unfurl her wings, Big Mac had picked up a nearby stone and crashed it over Rainbow Dash's head, knocking her unconcious.

Mac smiled and realized all the possibilities he could do with Dash at this moment. He shrugged it off and took on another thought into his mind.

How was he going to get the body someplace private for him to do what he wants? He thought about it for a moment...

He looked around the alleyway and found a garbage can, he picked it up, emptied the contents, and put Dash into it. The top of her head was starting to bleed profusely, but he shrugged it off and allowed the blood to clot as he knew it would. He put the tin lid onto the can and he placed it onto his back.

Big Mac balanced it onto his back as he made his way through the town. Ponies would occasionally give him a stare but they were far too busy in their own business to worry about others.

He made his way back to Sweet Apple Acres with the garbage can skillfully balanced onto his back.

Mac made his way to a set of double doors that were sticking from the ground. The Apple Cellar that Applejack had installed only a few weeks ago. It was perfect. Mac threw open the doors and threw the garbage can down the stairs. At the bottom, a soft moaning sound could be heard. Rainbow Dash was starting to wake up.

Big Mac looked around to make sure nopony was watching, and he walked into the cellar backwards and closed the doors one at a time. He turned and followed the staircase down and he pushed a switch. The dim light had turned on out of a bulb on the top of the dusty, dirty, but soundproof apple cellar.

The light had casted an eerie glow along the random barrels of apples that lined the walls and stacked around the room.

Big Mac moved a few barrels out of the way so that he would have enough room for the little plan he had in store for the teasing Rainbow Dash.

He walked back to the trash can that was still laying at the foot of the stairs and he bucked it onto the other side of the room. Rainbow Dash fell out of the can as it hit the wall.

"Uughh.. Ooouuuch.." Rainbow Dash groggily moaned.

"Hey Dash, mind tellin' me where Smartypants is now?" Big Mac sneered.

Rainbow Dash opened one eye in a half moon and she scowled softly. "You.. You did this.. because.. of.. ugh.. a doll?"

Big Mac smirked and shook his head. "I'm doin' this for a multitude o' reasons, Dash. You're the worst pony I know. You take advantage o' other pony's weaknesses and feelin's for yer own humor! Yer a horrible kind of pony, Dash. No matter how fast you go. Ain't nothin' gonna get you outta this."

"Get me out of what, the apple cellar?" Rainbow Dash said as she rose from the spot and attempted to push past Big Mac. "Get out of my way, Mac. You don't want me to use my patented Turbo Dash-Fu on you."

Big Mac just smiled and rose his hoof. He threw it against Rainbow Dash's wound on the top of her head and she fell backwards onto the floor clutching her bloodied head. "Ouch! That really hurt!"

Big Mac looked down at his hoof covered with Dash's blood. He remembered what Applebloom had said about how the blood tasted good. He shrugged and licked the blood that stained his hoof. His eyes opened wide in surprise.

"Even better than apples." Mac said softly. He took another lick at his hoof and cleaned it.

Dash had looked at Big Mac with a sense of utter disgust and hatred. "You... applebuckin' idiot! You had better let me go, or.. or else!" Her voice cracked a little out of nervousness.

Big Mac turned his attention away from his hoof and back at Dash. He looked down at her with that usual thousand-mile stare. "Now Dash, if I let ya' go, you'll go straight to Twilight, she'll go to Celestia.. and.. well. I'd rather not spend a thousand years on tha' sun." Mac smiled and blood stained his teeth. "After all, yer pretty tasty, Dash."

Rainbow Dash's eyes widened with panic. She looked around frantically for a way out. A small trail of blood made its way down her forehead, and Big Mac took notice.

"Hey. There ain't no way out, 'cept for the doors behind me." Big Mac stood tall and blocked the staircase that led up to the locked double doors.

Rainbow Dash smiled. "Ha! Shows what you know! I'll be out of here in ten seconds flat!" She pushed back with her hind legs and flew straight for the door, but as she did, Mac jumped up and took her by the tail. He twirled his neck around and threw her back onto the ground with great force, which made Rainbow Dash skid along the ground where she obtained a few scrapes.

Mac shook his head. "We can't be havin' ya flyin' around, can we?" He walked over to the crumpled and damaged heap that was Rainbow Dash and he put his hooves onto each side of her. He straightened her out and had her wings spread onto the ground. He reared back and brought down all of his weight and strength down onto Rainbow Dash's wings and they snapped with a sickening crunch.

"AHHHHHHHH!" Rainbow Dash screamed in agony. She realized that she'll never be able to join the Wonderbolts now. An injury like this will hinder her flying for the rest of her life, even if the bones were to heal completely.

Dash's face burnt red with hatred and the realization that her dreams will never come to be. Tears began to form in her rose colored eyes and Big Mac stood over her with his hooves still on the shattered pride that Rainbow Dash had preened and trained over the years. All of those years at flight school were for nothing now.

She was completely defeated. Her eyes gained a glossy look about them and tears began to well out from her eyes and down the side of her face.

"Just... do what you want, okay? ... Put me out of my misery." Dash said flatly.

Big Mac looked surprised for a moment. He didn't realize that only after losing her wings, Dash would be so easy to overpower. Mac looked down at her wings which were now bleeding from the places where he stomped on them. His hooves were covered in that tasty blood that Mac so enjoyed. He brought a hoof up, one by one, and he began to lick them clean of the delicious crimson liquid.

Mac shivered and got off of Rainbow Dash, she still would lay there in a crumpled heap of mangled mess. She knew that she was going to die in here, she had just hoped that her captor would have mercy.

Mac knew that this apple cellar held more than just a few barrels of apples. He had placed a few things that the Apple Family didn't use anymore in here as well. It had just so turned out that he kept an old-fashioned oven in here. It worked completely, but after the demand for apple treats grew so large, Granny Smith knew it was time to upgrade to a larger style of oven. So, she had Mac bring this one into barn at first, but then into the Apple Cellar after Applejack had built it.

Mac checked the connections and fixtures onto the stove. It all still worked. He knew that this was going to be a good night...

He walked back to Rainbow Dash and kicked her in the ribs. Dash squirmed in pain and let out a few choice curse words but she didn't put up much of a fight.

Big Mac smiled and walked back to the stove, he took a nearby barrel and broke it into several different pieces. He took each piece and threw it into the small compartment below the stove where the fuel for the fire was supposed to go. He had worked this stove quite a few times and he knew what to do to get it burning it's best.

Mac nodded and found two nearby stones that were leftover from the building of the walls and he stacked them ontop of each other. He brought his weight down onto them causing a spark to enter the wooded compartment. A small flame began to burn within the compartment which made the stove begin to grow warm.

He looked back to Rainbow Dash who had been marinating in her own blood and sorrow. Mac smirked.

"Say, Dash. Where's that fightin' spirit? The 'never-give-up' attitude? It's what my sister had come to love ya' fer."

Rainbow Dash said nothing except a small saddened whimper.

Mac shrugged and forcibly took Dash by her multi-colered mane. (More red of course thanks to that sweet blood of hers!) He dragged her to the stove and he threw open the door.

Dash knew what was about to happen and she let out panicked screams of pleading and fright. "No! Please! Mac, don't do this! Smartypants is safe! I swear! I put her on your roof just yesterday! I promise, I didn't do anything to hurt her! I thought you would have found it by now!" She squirmed and kicked her legs about, she tried frantically to escape, but to no luck.

Mac stopped for a moment and looked down at Dash, "Ya mean it? She's safe?"

"Yes! Yes! She is, just please, let me go! I swear I won't tell anypony! If anypony asks about my wings, I'll say I had a horrible accident!" Rainbow Dash cried loudly.

Big Mac had thought about it for a moment. He tried to think it through completely.

Now if I let 'er go, she'll prolly go straight to Twilight with them injuries. Twilight is a curious pony... She'll ruin all of this I got planned. Mac had many thoughts running through his head, but one that prevailed over all is... I'm hungry.

Mac's stomach grumbled and he shook his head. "Nnope." He took Dash by her mane again and drug her into the heated oven, her coat began to burn and small blisters appeared on her.

"No! No! No! No! OMYGOSH OMYGOSH OMYGOSH!" Dash cried out in pain as her body was pushed forcibly into the stove. Most her of her back was burning and only her rump had been saved from the inferno inside the stove.

Mac reared back and put his years of Applebucking to good use. He kicked Dash's rump and forced her all the way inside, she was rather cramped and he bucked the door shut too. He locked the latches and sat down onto his own rump, listening to Dash's screams of agony and pleading of Celestia to save her.

It was almost like music to his ears! He so enjoyed those sounds. The smell of burning ponyflesh reached Mac's nose and he shivered in the sheer delight of tasting that meat in the air.

Soon enough, Dash's pleas and cries of pain had stopped and only the merry flickering of the fire in the cellar had hit Mac's ears.

After an acceptable amount of time, Mac had put out the fire beneath the stove, and grabbed some leather working mits he had when he had brought the stove down into the cellar.

He carefully opened the stove and his eyes sparkled at what he saw. A shriveled, sharply burnt, pony-like mass that smelled so heavenly. He took it out and placed it onto the floor before him. Steam still rose from the boiling and blistered skin.

Mac threw the mit aside and dug right in, he took a large bite off of Rainbow Dash's thigh and he smacked his lips and took in the flavor.

"Mmm... Needs salt."