Big Mac Attack!

How did I end up here? What's happened? Everfree Forest. Party. Pinkie Pie?

All is black in Big Macintosh's vision. He knows his eyes are open, yet he sees complete darkness.

Am I dead? Is this what's become of me?

Mac's mind was running a thousand miles a second. He knew what awaited him on the otherside of the realm of the living. He had only heard stories about it, yet he hadn't ever fully believed in what those religious fanatics were preaching about.

A sound. A thump. A heart-beat. He was alive. But where? He couldn't see in this complete darkness. He attempted to move his arms and legs.

Restrained?

Mac continued to struggle at his leather bindings on the sort of upright table he was laying on.

What put me here?

Mac's thoughts came rushing back, all of the groggy effects of the chloroform leaving his body.

"PINKIE PIE!" Macintosh called out.

"Sssshhh... Shush now, little Macky.. don't say a word..." A very creepy voice began to sing to him through the darkness. "Pinkie's gonna buy you a mocking bird... If that mocking bird.. doesn't sing.. Pinkie's gonna turn it into cake icing.."

A candle had lit itself behind him, creating a dim flicker of light that cascaded shadows infront of him.

A stone-made wall that would line any of the basements in Ponyville had come to his sight. Including the shadows that had danced onto the grey walls.

"Pinkie Pie! What in tarnation do ya' think yer doin'!?" Mac roared.

"If that icing doesn't taste sweet... Pinkie's gonna make you into pony treat.." The creepy voice called behind him. He could hear something like a blade hitting a wooden table with a 'thwack'ing sound.

Mac watched the shadows infront of him. There was a sillohette of Pinkie Pie, with a large meat cleaver, and she was hitting what sounded like a mound of wet, tough meat.

He did nothing but stay silent now, he knew that Pinkie was ignoring his cries for attention. Watching the shadows, a certain smell had whisped up to his nose.

Blood.

Mac's eyes suddenly twitched and his body began to quiver. This enticing smell made his body quake with the upmost urgency to leap from the table and become part of the blood feast.

There's so much of it in the air...

Macintosh felt himself gritting his teeth to try and supress the manic anxiety that welled up inside him.

I will be next. I'm sure of it.

The voice of Pinkie Pie had called out to him. "Ooh, Macintosh.. you were so naughty, weren't you? All of those ponies.. wasted. I could have used their precious ingredients."

Big Mac blinked. He was utterly confused. "What do ya' mean by that, Pinkie?"

He heard hoofsteps coming towards him, the shadow grew fainter and fainter until he felt breathing on the back of his neck. He dared not turn to look at the straight haired Pinkie. She had a horrible and maniacal look in her eyes.

"Oh shush with that now.. Call me... Pinkemina."

Mac gulped nervously. "E-Er.. alright.. Pinkemina.."

Pinkemina giggled and walked infront of Mac, she swung her cleaver around that was covered in fresh blood. She brought the blade up to her snout and drug her tongue across one side of the cleaver.

"Aww.. What's wrong? Big Ol' Macintosh wants to have a little lick to satisfy his taste for blood?" Pinkemina teased.

Macintosh wanted to lick that bloodied blade so badly, yet he wouldn't give in to this pink-haired maniac.

"I'd sooner eat mah own hooves." Macintosh growled.

Pinkemina blinked for a moment and stared at Macintosh with her vibrant, yet soulless blue eyes. She started to laugh. It was a laughter that made Macintosh's hair on the back of his neck go on end. Chills ran down his spine and gave him goose bumps.

"You know.." Pinkemina said between laughs. "I can get that arranged..!" She smiled and backed up against the stone wall.

Macintosh gulped.

She reared back with the cleaver in her hooves. She threw it at Macintosh, who closed his eyes and awaited for impact.

Instead of a sickening crunch of Macintosh's thick skull being cleaved in two, the 'thud' of the blade sticking in wood hit Mac's ears. He slowly opened his eyes and looked to the left. The blade was mere inches away from Macintosh's face.

"Go on, Macintosh.. Lick it.. I know you want to.." Pinkemina giggled.

Macintosh resisted all urges to lick the bloodied blade that threatened to cleave his head open. Yet.. something inside him had told him to do it. Do it. Do it. DO IT!

Macintosh reluctantly stuck his tongue out and began licking all over the blade. Dragging his tongue across the crimson stained metallic surface, Macintosh suddenly felt warmer. Almost as if the blood itself was a sort of stimulant for blood to flow.

"Ooh.. My, my.. Macintosh, I never seen -this- side of you before.." Pinkemina giggled once again and began to walk closer.

"What in tarnation are ya' talkin' 'bout, Pinkemina..?" Mac glared at her with blood staining his lips. The smell had absolutely drived him wild.. the taste was savoring to him.

"Why.. this of course.." Pinkemina walked forward and kneeled down onto her knees.

Macintosh felt a throbbing heat coming between his haunches. He had gotten a full erection from tasting the blood, yet he didn't even realize it until Pinkemina started to fumble it around in her hooves.

Macintosh struggled at his bindings but couldn't get free.

Pinkemina was stroking Mac's erection slowly. Starting at the base and moving her hooves up to the tip. From there, she gently licked the watery precum coming from the head. Mac moaned softly and he cringed, looking towards the ceiling.

"D'aww.. How cute.. I made you moan! If only Fluttershy could hear you now.." Pinkemina laughed in her crazy and insane tone.

Macintosh frowned. "'Shy is way better than you'll ever be, Pinkemina."

Pinkemina, too, had frowned. "Is that so?" She rises and walks behind Macintosh. He could hear fumbling of certain glass jars behind him. Despite his current state, Macintosh had never been more turned on before. The smell of blood in the air had made his senses go wild. Being restrained and dominated was something Mac had never experienced. It was so perverse, so humiliating.. so exciting.

Pinkemina returned with a small and long jar of some sort of purple-tinted clearish liquid. It had a IV line running from the tip of it, a needle protruded from the tip of the line.

"W-What are ya' plannin' to do with that, Pinkie..?" Macintosh asked with a worried tone.

Pinkemina looked up at him and scowled. "Pinkemina. The name is.. PINKEMINA!" As she said her last word, she stabbed the end of the IV line right into Mac's shaft. The needle had penetrated easily and Macintosh had felt his own blood rise to the surface and flow out from his cock. Despite this, he was still in full swing!

He'd groaned a little from the sudden penetration. Pinkemina just smiled up at him.

"This.. will make you feel.. extra extra sensitive.." Pinkemina had emptied the entire vial of its contents and took the needle out forcefully. More blood had started to rise and fall out of Mac's cock.

"Ooh, we'd better put pressure on that.." Pinkemina smiled and opened her mouth. Mac watched as she enclosed her lips around his engorged cock and ran her way down his shaft.

Stopping at the point where she had stabbed him, she started to suck and lick away the blood with her tongue.

Macintosh's dick was suddenly starting to tingle. He felt it. It rose from his hooves and flew up his legs. Then the sensation stopped at his haunches and flowed right to the tip of his cock and down back the shaft again. It was incredible! Every sudden touch of Pinkemina's tongue and oral orafice was suddenly very clear and distinct to the large mound of stallion that forced its way into Pinkemina's mouth and throat.

Mac let out a yelp and followed it with a long and drawn-out moan of pleasure. "Ahhh, that's.. aagh.. aaah.. amazing.. ahh!"

Pinkemina had her hooves onto the base of Mac's erection, slowly stroking his shaft while her tongue drags itself along the bottom of Mac's dick and her throat closing around the head. She lets out small moans which sends vibrations through his dick. Each passing second like a moment of pure bliss. He felt the feeling in the back of his haunches and the pit of his stomach.

Pinkemina continued to 'play' with Macintosh until he let out another very loud moan. He had sprayed his thick layer of his stallion seed onto the back of Pinkemina's throat.

Privately, he'd hoped that she'd choke on his thick white goo. To much of his surprise, she took her mouth away from Mac's dick and she tilted her head back, swallowing the large deposit he had made in her throat.

"Mmm... Not as good as Mr. Cake.. but still great!" Pinkemina relished in the taste of Mac's spunk.

Macintosh glared down at Pinkemina who returned a playful yet cynical smile. "Oh, c'mon.. being the brother of the ex-element of honesty, answer this question truthfully!" Pinkemina arose and laid her body across Mac's chest. "Did you enjoy it?"

Macintosh didn't look at her, instead he looked to the side. He knew that his face was burning with an intense blush.

"Well? Did you? Huh?" Pinkemina prodded at Mac's chest.

Mac mumbled something under his breath.

"What's that? Couldn't hear you.."

"... Eeeyup.."

Pinkemina smiled and drew herself away from Mac. His erection still rock hard between his haunches. The tingles still flowed around Mac's penis, which felt INSANELY amazing. Mac managed to keep his cool.

She looked at him with a flirtatious yet seducing look. "Would you.. like to do it again?" She smiled and pulled a chair up infront of Mac. She sat down on her rump and spread her legs wide. She put her hooves onto each side of her innerlips and she pulled them apart, showing Mac each glistening, wet, and pink inch of her labia. The arousal from Pinkemina had turned into a sudden vapor that once it reached Mac's nose, his erection shot skyward.

Macintosh knew that he wanted it, he wanted it so badly! "E..E...Eyup.." Macintosh made out. Pinkemina threw the chair aside and giggled again. "Oh, Macintosh. You're so easy.." She went behind the table contraption he was laying on and he heard a few clicks.

Before he knew it, the restraining table turned around and there sat Fluttershy, bound, gagged, and crying.

"Why don't you tell that to her..? That the one she loves wants to make tender love with another mare?" Pinkemina teased at Mac while she gently pressed her face against the crying Fluttershy.

Mac was at a complete loss of words. He knew that no matter what he says, he can't get out of this predicament. He's betrayed the one he loves so dear. His heart was aching and his body was cold.

"You.. You.." Macintosh said as he tried to come up of a horrible enough insult for his captor.

"Hmm? I'm what? Good at giving oral sex? Completely and utterly sexy? I know that, Big Mac! Fluttershy knows it too." Pinkemina gently licked Fluttershy's cheeks clear of tears that were staining her face.

"Don't you touch 'er!" Macintosh roared.

"Oh? But you already had your fun, didn't you? It's her turn now.." Pinkemina smirked and went down onto Fluttershy's rump, she slowly dragged her tongue across Fluttershy's cutie mark, which Fluttershy whinnied and whimpered behind her gag.

Her eyes look.. so betrayed, so desperate. So enticing. Mac thought.

Fluttershy had curled her tail between her haunches, attempting to keep her nethers clear from Pinkemina's hooves that were slowly running lower from her rump to her thighs.

"Oh Fluttershy.. you can't keep me out of there! Don't even try.. You know what happened to your little rabbit that tried to save you!" Pinkemina sneered and gestured to the wall behind her.

Macintosh looked and was appalled. Angel, Fluttershy's pet and companion, was held up on the ceiling by hooks from his eye sockets, a look of complete fear plastered upon his face. His stomach was torn open and his guts were simply hanging from his lacerated abdomen. His feet looked like they were ripped off and his ears were battered, bitten, and bruised. Blood ran down the furry creatures's body, which landed into a bucket below.

Pinkemina had moved below the table, that Fluttershy was laying on, and took out a necklace. On the necklace were two charms of luck.

"Rabbit's feet! Any pony who manages to get these is as lucky to find a four-leaf clover!" Pinkemina cheered and smiled.

Fluttershy began to cry again, but Pinkemina had moved forward and gently caressed her mane. "Ssh, don't cry.. Ssh.. It'll all be alright!" She smiled and moved back behind Fluttershy. "For me, anyway."

Pinkemina took Fluttershy's tail and gently pulled at it. "Ahem." She coughed nonchalantly.

Fluttershy began to cry again as she gently lifted her tail for her captor to see her fully exposed nethers.

Pinkemina dug her nose into her friend's pussy lips and took the scent in deeply. "Mmm... smells like cinnamon.. or.. sugar.. brown sugar!" Pinkemina laughed at her own silliness.

Big Mac simply watched and abandoned all hope of saving Fluttershy. He knew that even if he miraculously managed to get out of his restraints, Fluttershy would hate him for what he had said and done.

Fluttershy let out muffled whinnies and moans as Pinkemina's nose gently brushed against her exposed lips. She even went as far to drag her tongue across Fluttershy's clitoris, which made Fluttershy tense up and let out a small but high pitched whine.

"Oh Fluttershy.. always so shy!" Pinkemina blinked. "Hey! That's like your name, isn't it? Fluttershy is shy! Shy Fluttershy!" Pinkemina giggled profusely, which made Fluttershy look back at her captor in horrified panic.

Pinkemina seen this and dove right back into Fluttershy's nethers. She had parted Fluttershy's pussy lips with her nose as she dived in, Fluttershy let out small moans and whimpers as Pinkemina gave her an 'eskimo kiss'. She came back and dove her tongue straight into Fluttershy's sex.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMHH!" Fluttershy let out a muffled yell, yet Pinkemina continued to force her tongue in and move about Fluttershy's pussy.

Pinkemina smiled and slurped up her tongue again. She savored the taste of her friend and giggled again. "Now, it's your turn!"

Fluttershy looked horrified as Pinkemina made her way around and sat where Fluttershy's chin rested on the table. She spread her legs and placed her hooves onto the back of Fluttershy's head to remove the gag.

Fluttershy took in a deep breath and let out the loudest scream she could muster. Even then, it only sounded like a really loud whisper. "HELP!"

Pinkemina smiled. "Oh, ShyShy.. You can't yell for help in here! It's sound proof! I asked Twilight to do that for me.. she had no idea what I used this room for, but she came down and put a spell on the place! No sounds, or help, for Fluttershy! Boo hoo." Pinkemina teased and took Fluttershy's mane hard in her hooves. "Now, get to licking or end up like Angel!"

Fluttershy cringed at the sight of her friends exposed pussy. Her blush deepened and she slightly stuck her tongue out. Pinkemina sighed and lurched her hips forward and pulled back on Fluttershy's mane, which had plummeted her muzzle deep into her sex.

With a silenced and muffled whimper, Fluttershy was forced to pleasure her captor. Her tongue simply darted back into her mouth and her lips were grinded against Pinkemina's labia.

"HEY! You're not doing it right!" Pinkemina was starting to grow annoyed. She threw a quick jab at Fluttershy's head with her hoof, making the yellow mare yelp in pain.

"Do it, or else I'll just have to use Big Mac!" Pinkemina sneered over at Macintosh, who was still up against the table with a blank look on his face.

Fluttershy slowly pushed the tip of her tongue out and she gently wiggled it against Pinkemina's clit.

"Ooh, that's it! Getting a little more adventerous, hmm?" Pinkemina pulled harder on Fluttershy's mane, making her pink hair strain and threaten to be pulled from the roots. She let out another cry of pain and she stuck her tongue out further. Her chin gently teased Pinkemina's lower lips while her tongue caressed the pink and swollen clit.

Pinkemina let out small moans of pleasure, yet she had full domination over Fluttershy. Macintosh noted that. He really enjoyed watching this. He had no idea why... Just the act of two mares, one forcing it and being dominated...

It was amazing.

The small licking and teasing had gotten to Pinkemina over time. She was starting to grow slightly bored with the act and she pushed Fluttershy away, leaving her muzzle soaked in her womanly juices.

Pinkemina jumped down from the table and went into a rather large, ornate chest to the far end of the room. She opened it and inside was a collection of different smaller boxes. She took one, rattled it, and shook her head. She did so for a few other boxes and she had finally found the one she was looking for.

"Ooh, Fluttershy is going to LOVE this one!" She teased and she opened the long black box. Inside was a collection of straps resting over a large wrapped cylindrical package.

She took the leather straps and placed them around her haunches, she fastened a few of the metallic clasps and she had finally unwrapped the cloth laden mystery.

Fluttershy gasped and stared in horror as Pinkemina unconvered a large, black dildo with small metallic, and sharp, studs that peppered the surface.

Pinkemina smiled and giggled at her little toy. "Ooh, I simply LOVE using this one. It's so fun! Oh, the pained screams of the innocent only adds to the excitement!" She took the dildo and she placed the end of it into a small mechanism on the leather strap apparatus. With a small clicking noise, the strapon was complete and Pinkemina wiggled her new appendage around with earnest.

"Oooh Fluttershy~," She cooed. "It's time to have some real fun!"

Fluttershy struggled lightly against her bindings, she closed her eyes as tears started, yet again, to flow from them.

Pinkemina smiled. "Don't worry, Shy~. You won't be forced to be held down this time around... I want you to embrace me while I fuck you!"

She trotted back to the table and undone a few of the black straps that held Fluttershy's legs together. She was defeated. Even if she were to get off the table and run, there would be nowhere to go. Pinkemina had locked the door to the cellar and had swallowed the key.

"Aww, that's my girl. Total obedient!" Pinkemina sneered and forced Fluttershy's rump into the air. She slapped the nail-studded strapon onto her flanks, which made small prinks onto Fluttershy's rump, making it bleed a little.

Macintosh had the whisping smell of blood reach his nose again, before it was stale now with the fresh blood in the air, he felt his adrenaline pumping again. He looked frantically around and looked to his left. He noticed the bloodied cleaver still embedded into the wood next to his head. He looked at Pinkemina who was busy with tending to Fluttershy, smacking her flanks with the strapon and making more blood leak from very small holes all around her rump.

He knew he had only one shot at this, there would be no going back. He opened his mouth and reached for the handle of the cleaver, he strained his neck into trying to reach the wooden handle. No avail.

"Mac!" The familiar voice called out.

Macintosh looked around again, he noticed that there was a very small relfection in the blade. There was Mirror Mac staring back at him. "Look what's become of ya', buddy! You can't let'er do that to Fluttershy! You love 'er, right?"

Macintosh nodded.

"Then fight for her! Don't let that Pink-Haired Psychopath destroy her loins! You gotta use those too! I imagine plungin' yer stallion-hood into raw minced meat isn't exactly heaven."

"But.. Mac! I'm held down.. I can't get no-where!" Macintosh whispered.

"It's just yer' arm, Mac. Ya' have other ways o' gettin' it."

Mirror Mac had faded away and brought Macintosh's attention back to Pinkemina, who was slowly getting ready to plunge deep into Fluttershy's ass with the large studded monster.

Macintosh reached for the handle again, he was so close! Just a few more inches!

He pulled very hard against his shoulder, it had pulled his arm out of socket and he bit his lip hard to make sure he wouldn't yell in pain. He reached again, he was so much closer now, his arm and muscle stretching as the bone was no longer held down into a socket. He reached the handle and pulled the blade out of the wood effortlessly.

With the cleaver in his mouth, he twisted his head about.

Only one shot.

He reared back with all of the power he had in his neck, throwing the cleaver towards Pinkemina.

'Thwak!'

Fluttershy let out a panicked yelp.

Pinkemina looked down at the cleaver that was just thrown and lodged into the side of the table.

DAMN IT! SO CLOSE!

Pinkemina looked at the cleaver with a very surprised look in her eyes. She looked back up at Mac and frowned. "You.. tried to kill me, Mac..?" She suddenly looked angry. "YOU TRIED TO KILL ME!?"

She rose from the table and stomped her way over to Macintosh, who stared in frozen fear.

"MACINTOSH! YOU TRIED TO KILL ME!" She let out manic laughs. "ME! HAHA! You're so funny, Macintosh!" She lunged her hoof deep into Macintosh's stomach with a fierce punch.

The punch had knocked the breath out of Mac and he moved his neck forward and down over his chest. "UGH!"

"You know what?" Pinkemina said between laughs. "I think you're going to be the one to get to use my special toy!" She pressed a button and the table moved around to where Mac stared at the wall again.

Macintosh stared in horror as he felt the back of his table suddenly collapse beneath his flank and he felt the studded strapon rub against his flanks. "HAHA! THIS IS GOING TO BE FUN!"

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!

"Nobody messes with my Macintosh." A soft voice was heard behind him.

"Flutter-" Pinkemina was to make out just as the bloodied cleaver was sliced clean through her neck. Spewing blood all over the cellar floor, the body stood for a second, then as the head hit the stone floor, as did the body to the opposite of it.

"S-Shy? Are you okay? What happened?" Mac frantically said as he smelt the fresh blood on the ground.

He felt the restraints on his hooves slowly begin to loosen one by one, he let his arms fall beside him and he was let loose from the table. He walked around it to see the body of Pinkemina leaking blood into a large puddle on the floor. Her head wasn't too far away, but it was doing the same thing in a smaller amount.

Fluttershy was covered in small droplets of blood from her chest all the way up to her mane. The cleaver was beneath her and she stared up at Macintosh with that loving look that he had so fallen in love with.

He didn't know if it was the mixture of blood in the air, or wanting to thank his savior which pushed him over to hug Fluttershy tightly and kiss her quivering lips passionately.

"I love ya', 'Shy... So much." Macintosh let out a few tears, which were greatly uncharacteristic to him.

"I love you too, Macintosh.."