Big Mac Attack!

by Scootsalot

Rating: mature
Tags: Tragedy, Big Macintosh, Princess Celestia, Slice of Life, Main 6, Princess Luna, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Comedy, Cutie Mark Crusaders, Romance
Length: 16973

Big Mac goes crazy.

Big Mac goes crazy.

Published 2014-08-16 20:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-08-16 20:00:02 UTC

Workin' Where Now? (Applejack)

"BIG MACINTOSH!" Applejack called. "TIME FOR YER CHORES!"

Big Mac had just laid down in a pile of hay inside the barn. He had locked the door to ensure that nobody would come inside. Despite his size and endurance, Big Mac can get tired too. Sadly, he had been worked to the bone the past few weeks. Apparently, nopony in Ponyville can do their own work without the help of everyponies 'big, lovable, quiet, and dependable' stallion.

He merely sighed as he cuddled with the bit of hay that he had collected for his well deserved rest.

Fluttershy had him rebuild her entire chicken coop, fence, and part of her cottage. Then she had the nerve to make him come inside and help clean! Big Mac was happy to listen to the lonely mare as he dusted the knick-knacks and random paraphernalia.

Twilight had him completely redo her library, move the bookcases around and take all of the books from the shelves to be brought upstairs. He never knew that books could weigh so much.

Rarity had Big Mac come by to help her pull all of her dresses into Canterlot. She took a chariot while he had to climb up the steep mountain. It was nearly impossible! But he made it and Rarity completely ignored him once he got there. Only a sneering smile and an insincere thanks.

Pinkie Pie had to be the absolute worst. She had him come to a party and try and find out which hat she was hiding in. There were three very large hats and Pinkie Pie hid in one of them, or so she told Big Mac. He mentally strained himself trying to find which one she was hiding in. Only to his surprise when it was nothing but a huge prank. The working stallion didn't appreciate pranks.

Rainbow Dash had done the same thing, except she did something far worse. She hid Big Mac's favorite doll, Smartypants. He looked high and low for his favorite little stuffed animal. Yet he couldn't find her. Then to his surprise when Rainbow Dash fell from a nearby apple tree laughing her head off about how he was in such a frantic state to find it. Big Mac definitely didn't appreciate that.

Applejack has just been running him ragged with all of the chores she thrust upon him. Since it was her 'time of the month' she wasn't able to do any chores without hurting somepony or destroying some of the crop. He was forced to do everything. That only added to the physical stress and not to mention Applejack has been treating him horribly as he worked. Calling him names, critiquing his work, and even throwing apple juice on him when he said he was thirsty! Ooh, Big Mac was on the edge of insanity. All he wanted was to rest!

"BIG MACINTOSH!" Applejack's annoying voice called. "COME SCRUB THE KITCHEN FLOOR FOR YER SISTER!"

Big Mac's eyes were bloodshot and he had a bit of a vien sticking from the top of his head. All he wanted was some rest! If he didn't get it soon, he might explode!

There was a loud beating on the barn door, "MAC! MAC! MAC! YA' IN THERE? MAC MAC MAC!" Applejack yelled.

Big Mac roared in frustration and leaped through the wooden barn door! The sudden eruption from the big stallion made Applejack fly backwards and land on her rump with a terrified yell.

"STOP WITH YER BELLY-ACHIN' APPLEJACK!" Big Mac roared. "CAN'T'CHA LET YER BROTHER SLEEP FOR TEN SECON'S?"

Applejack thought for a moment. "Mmm." She looked at Big Mac with a frown. "Nah."

He roared yet again and he found a rather large splinter of wood that he had knocked from the barn door, he took it up into his mouth and looked down at Applejack.

"Now, Mac..? What are ye' plannin' do with that?" Applejack nervously inquired.

Big Mac merely reared back and stabbed the large plank of splintered wood straight through his little sister's abdomen making her squirm and scream with pain. Blood simply squirted from every direction as her eyes went wide.

"AAAAAAAAH!" Applejack yelled with horror and extreme pain.

"SHUT UP, APPLEJACK!" He reared back and stomped with all his weight onto his little sister's skull. Her brains and skull pieces went everywhere and Big Mac was smiling with triumph at finally ending his sister's ranting for good. Some of the pieces of skull and some spats of blood landed in his mane and coat, leaving most of it on his hooves. Brain matter littered the area infront of the barn...

"Finally," Big Mac said, "I can get some rest!" He trotted back into the barn while pulling Applejack's corpse by her tail, trailing a horrible mess of blood and fragments of her head behind.

He threw the corpse into a nearby thresher, putting the head so delicately next to the blades and putting some hay ontop of it to make it look like an accident. He went up the ladder to get onto the second floor of the barn and he cuddled with another pile of hay.

Sighing deeply, he smiled as he drifted off to sleep.

Realization! (Mac's Happy Thoughts)

Waking up deep into the afternoon, Big Mac stretches his large and powerful legs. His entire body was aching and didn't want to get up, but he forced it. He brought himself down the ladder and landed at the bottom with a 'thud'.

"Now that's what I'll call a good sleepin'." Big Mac smiled. He walked past the fly covered corpse of Applejack and he shruged. "She'll learn next time not'ta bug me so much." Big Mac sneered.

Big Mac had a new feeling welling inside of him. It wasn't one of regret or even nervousness. But one of a new-found liberty. He wouldn't have to work for another day in his life if he didn't want to! And that's what he planned. Never working again as long as he could manage.

He simply walked out of the Macintosh shaped hole in the barn door.

"Macintosh! Applejack! Time fer supper!" Applebloom called from the front porch of their home.

Finally. Macintosh thought. Murdering somepony takes a lot out of a stallion.

Making his way inside, he was met with two large eyes from his littlest sister, Applebloom.

"Hey.. Where's Applejack? She's always in before you are, Mac!" Applebloom asked with a inquisitive look in her eye.

"Heh, don't ya' worry 'bout her none. Prolly just runnin' around with 'er friends. Ya' know how she is 'bout them." Mac said as he sat down at the kitchen table.

Applebloom looked down and nodded, "Yeah, I know what'cha mean." She walked up to the table and noticed a bit of things in Mac's mane and coat. She moved her hoof across his coat and looked down at the red creamy stuff. "Hey! Mac, what's this?"

Big Mac looked over and realized that he was still covered in his sister's brainmatter and skull fragments. He had to come up with a lie, fast! "Er. That's just som' jam I got inta' earier." He said with a grimace.

Applebloom smiled widely and shoved her hoof into her mouth, "MMM!" She cooed. "It's really really good!" She continued to drag her tongue across Mac's coat.

Big Mac appreciated the cleaning, but he got up and sighed. "Sorry, 'Bloom. Gonna go and get washed up."

"Okay!" Applebloom smiled as she sat down at her place at the table with a bloody smile.

Big Mac smiled and went into the bathroom to stare at himself in the mirror.

"What's goin' on with me? I done went and murdered my little sis, not ta' mention the element of honesty!"

The mirror stared back at Mac and it started to talk with him. "Nah, she deserved it. Damn girl needed to learn ta' keep'er mouth shut. You done showed 'er the way, Mac. I'm proud of ya'."

Big Mac looked up into the mirror with a smile. "Really? Ya' proud of me, Mac?"

The Reflection Mac nodded, with a warm smile. "Now get yerself clean, Mac. Can't have ye' gettin Granny Smith knowin' what ya' did."

Big Mac nodded and started at washing away the fragments and spats of blood on him. He took the fragments and threw them into the trashcan next to him, then covered it with a bunch of nearby cloth.

The Relfection Mac nodded. "Lookin' good there, Mac. Now, long as you keep this 'ere thing to yerself, ain't nobody gonna know!"

Big Mac nodded and walked out of the bathroom with a smile. He sat down at the table and began to eat with Granny Smith, who just returned with a tray full of apple tarts and apple pie. "Eat up!"

Applebloom smiled and dug her face into the apple treats, Big Mac kind of lost his appetite.

List of "Chores" (Mac's Friend Gives Him an Idea)

Big Mac woke up the next day with his stomach grumbling. He took a deep wiff of the morning air and he smiled. "Apple Pancakes."

He raised himself from bed and quickly ran downstairs like an excited foal once again. He found in the kitchen that Granny Smith had made a big stack of pancakes!

Nobody around, he simply dug right in. It was the best and most delicious apple pancakes he'd ever tasted!

A few minutes went by and he wiped his muzzle with a napkin just as Applebloom and Granny Smith walked into the house continuing their conversation that they were having as they walked inside.

"...But I made a fresh plate of her favorite apple pancakes, she won't stay away for too long once she smells them!" Granny Smith said as she walked in and found Big Mac and an empty plate where her apple pancakes had been.

"WHY YOU LITTLE, GET OUTTA HERE YA' PIG!" Granny Smith roared. "Now I gotta make 'em all over again!"

Big Mac was hurt. He thought that the pancakes were a thanks to him for working so hard. He deserved them! Yet, all the same, he ran back upstairs feeling ashamed of himself.

He took a left to go into the bathroom, because we all know that Granny Smith's cooking can go right through you!

"Hey, Mac. Are you going to let her treat you like that?" said a familiar voice.

Big Mac turned to see the mirror staring back at him, yet his reflection had a piece of the pancake. "I mean, c'mon Mac. This stuff is tasty. You're such a hard workin' stallion, you deserve a bit of a treat every now and again, don't ya'?"

Big Mac nodded. "Eeyup!"

"Then I think we can help each other out, y'know." The Mirror Mac said.

"What do'ya have in mind, Mac?"

"Easy, get'yer some paper 'n a quill."

Big Mac nodded at his reflection and went out of the bathroom, only to return with the paper and a quill.

"Hoof it 'ere." The Mirror Mac said as his hooves came out of the mirror.

Big Mac was surprised, but he gave his reflection the paper and quill all the same.

Looking closer, he could tell that Mirror Mac was writing something down, yet when Big Mac pushed his muzzle closer to see what he was writing, his face hit the glass. "OOF!"

"Alrigh'." Mirror Mac said, offering the sheet of paper. "This here'll help you keep track o' yer chores for the day."

Big Mac sighed heavily and looked down at the sheet of paper. Instead of bothersome work duties there were names of different ponies that he knew.

Granny Smith

Applebloom

Big Mac looked down at the paper with a slight nervousness in his eye, he looked up to stare into his reflection. "Just'a bunch o' names."

"Eeyup. I want ya' to make sure you don't ever get insulted or have to work again in yer natural born life." Mirror Mac smiled.

Big Mac looked down at the list of names and nodded with a steely look in his eye.

Doin' What He Does Best (Mac Gets Some Chores Done)

After about an hour of talking with himself in the bathroom mirror, Big Mac made his way downstairs and went into the kitchen. It was completely barren except for a few plates in the sink and a couple of spots on the table.

"Now I wonder where everypony done went ta'?" Big Mac questioned. He looked down at the list that he had and he found Granny Smith as his first 'chore'. He nodded and looked into the living area where she would usually sit in her rocking chair. She wasn't there.

Big Mac blinked and walked out the front door. He noticed that the barn door was open and he suddenly looked a little frightened. "Uhoh."

As he approached the barn he could hear the frantic crying of his little sister Applebloom.

"OOH AJ! YA WER' THE BEST SISTER A FOAL COULD ASK FOR!" Applebloom said as she held her forehooves around her two great friends and fellow Crusaders, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo who were both in tears as well.

Big Mac looked around the barn with a grimace. How could he have been so careless as to not take care of Applejack's body while he had the time?

Applebloom looked up at Big Mac with her large bloodshot eyes and tear stained face. "Oh Mac! It's horrible! Ah just found Applejack near the thresher! Her head is all... gone!" She let out a loud sob and Big Mac sighed.

Could he skip a few names off of his list? This is the time to do it.

Big Mac held onto the little foals with his one large forehoof, taking them into a tight hug.

Clearly, the foals appreciated his warmth and strong embrace as they had wrapped thier tiny hooves around Big Mac's body as best as they could.

Big Mac walked over to the thresher and he turned it on, the blades starting spinning and the motor was in full throttle. The little filly's looked at Mac with a look of bewilderment. "B-Big Mac. What are ya' doin'?"

"Yeah! What's going on here, Mac? Let us go!" Scootaloo yelled as she fluttered her little chicken wings.

"Don't get us near that thing! It's really scary!" Sweetie Belle said with a look of complete fear in her eyes.

"Ah wouldn't worry girls, ya' will be seein' Applejack real soon." Big Mac smiled as he walked towards the front of the machine, the blades spinning wildly and the motor roaring.

The little fillies had no idea what Mac was doing, but they wanted to get away from the machine as fast as they could. So they kept kicking and screaming in Big Mac's powerful grip but to no avail.

Big Mac smirked. "Cutie Mark Crusaders... mulchin' time."

The fillies screamed and tried to pull away from Big Mac, but he managed to kick off Sweetie Belle. She fell into the thresher with a half-scream as the blades had swallowed her whole. The machine made loud grinding noises and blood had shot from both the front of the machine as well as the back. Only a few bloodied curls of purple hair, bone fragments, and a lot of blood came spewing out and hit the wall behind it. Applebloom and Scootaloo had watched in horror as one of their friends were grinded into mulch. Blood had spewed onto them in a million droplets as Sweetie Belle fell inside.

Scootaloo was next. She held onto Big Mac's arms and she screamed and flapped those tiny wings of hers. She tried to get away, but she simply didn't have the strength to overpower the working stallion.

"APPLEBLOOM! I KNOW I WON'T MAKE IT, PLEASE TELL RAINBOW DASH I LOV-" was all Scootaloo managed to make out as one of her wings was caught in the thresher, ripping it off with ease. She yelled horribly, and she looked up at Mac with those horrified eyes.

He shrugged and threw her inside, grinding her up and her bits of body hitting the wall just as Sweetie Belle's had.

Applebloom stopped struggling and just accepted her fate. She looked up at her big brother with a look of fear and sadness in her eyes. "...Why, Big Mac? Why?"

Big Mac thought for a moment and sighed. He placed Applebloom down on the ground and left her shivering out of pure fear and adrenaline.

"Oh, lil' sis. You don't know what it's like always workin' all tha' time. It's backbreakin'! I only wanted a bit of a break, then I kept on gettin' bombarded with these chores and duties. Mah mind couldn't take no more of it!" Big Mac turned and walked a few steps away from the thresher, and Applebloom followed.

"Big Mac.. You're just sick.. We need you to get to the hospital or somethin'! You done went and killed my bestest friends in the whole world.." Applebloom said only getting a few hooves away from Big Mac, which was a mistake.

Big Mac thought about it for a moment. "Eeeeenope." Big Mac sneered and lunged his back legs towards his little sister, bucking her square in the chest and up into the still working thresher. She had no time to let out a scream as her body was grounded into mulch and thrown against the wall.

Big Mac smiled at his handiwork and took Applejack's corpse and threw it into the thresher as well. The machine had to work a little harder to grind and ground this body into a bloodied mulch, but it did so all the same.

Big Mac took out his little list and a quill from the yoke he wore and marked out three of the names. "Heh. Easy."

Big Mac still noticed the first name. Granny Smith. Where in Equestria would she be though?

He turned the thresher off and he put a couple bales of hay onto the bloodied mangled mess on the ground. He looked up at the rather large spot of blood on the barn wall and he took a bucket of yellow-ish clear liquid and he walked out of the barn, pouring it's contents over everything he could see. The wall, the floor, the machines, the pigs, the hay, the wooden beams, and even the few buckets of apples.

Big Mac walked out of the barn trailing the liquid with him as he walked backwards.

Mac smiled and took two rocks together, he placed one on top of another and he stomped on it, making the rocks clash together roughly and a spark flying down onto the liquid. Making an immediate fire line straight towards the barn.

The barn burned and burned. Eventually, the flames were so high that they could be clearly seen from Ponyville. Maybe even from Canterlot!

Big Mac nodded and he went back into the home, where he found Granny Smith napping in her rocking chair in the front room. Big Mac knew that the little old mare was slow, but my my she gets around.

Big Mac took advantage of the frail mare's sleeping state and he simply took his hoof and gave her one good jab on her weakened bones. It broke her neck and her deep breathing and snoring had stopped for good.

He marked another off of his list.

"Well, time for bed." Big Mac yawned. He trotted upstairs and went into his room, looking out the window to see the barn still ablaze and the black smoke filling the darkening sky.

"Good nigh', Mac." Mirror Mac had called from his usual mirror on the wall.

"Nigh', buddy." Mac had finally fallen asleep. It was his first real peaceful sleep since had been a foal. Who knew murderers could sleep so well?

With a Dash of Salt ... (Rainbow Dash)

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."

Legacy Rewritten: (Mac Makes His Own Future)

Mac had decided to just close off the apple cellar until he is ready to finish what he had left of Rainbow Dinner downstairs. He had smelled something in the air. It was that familiar smell that he hated.

"Oh great." Mac thought, he turned and walked towards the Apple Family home and he covered his nose because the smell was just so overpowered in the evening air.

Mac backed up and found a rag that was resting on a nearby fence. He covered his muzzle with it and he walked forward into the thick veil of natural gas that he had let loose earlier.

He pushed through the smell and he occasionally coughed, he knew that he had to get out of there soon or else there would be some bad consequences for his health. He rushed upstairs and went into his room, he grabbed a hoof-mirror where Mirror Mac stared back at him.

"Good job, Mac. Now, I want'cha to get those matches there on yer dresser." Mirror Mac said.

Big Mac looked to the left of the dresser and found the matches, he held them in his mouth with his hoof still covering his muzzle. He put the hoof-mirror onto the yoke on his back and Mirror Mac's voice could still be heard easily.

"What is it ya' want me ta' do with this, bud?" Mac said.

"Now Mac, I want ya to get outta this place, light a match 'n throw it inside."

Mac's eyes widened and he shook his head. "No way, Bud! This is tha' Apple Family estate! Burnin' this place down means I ain't got no-where ta live! Let 'lone Applebloom an'.. " Mac laughed a bit. "Oooh, that's right."

"See, Mac? Yer all that's left! This whole place was built on backbreakin' work. You gotta make yer own legacy!"

Big Mac nodded and turned towards the door. Mirror Mac called out.

"No, Mac. Ya' gotta get out quick! Downstairs ain't gonna be enough, you gotta go NOW!"

Big Mac nodded and turned towards the window, he leaped out and broke the glass. Shards of glass fell down to the ground and Mac hit the ground with a thud. He ran forward a bit and threw the rag away from his muzzle. He took a couple breaths of fresh air and he sighed deeply.

"Alrigh', let's do this." Big Mac took a match and lit it on the wooden fence. He threw it towards the home, the match went out in mid-air. Big Mac blinked.

"Uh." Big Mac looked around and found a small cart filled with hay. He nodded and ran towards it, he lined it up with the house and he lit the match. He put the burning stick into the dry hay which lit up the cart in less than a minute. He bucked the cart towards the house and he bolted as quick as his legs could take him.

KA BOOOOOOOOOM!

Big Mac was thrown forward by the blast and he fell onto his face. He turned his cheek along the dirt and he saw a very large mushroom-cloud explosion coming from Sweet Apple Acres. He rose and ran away from the destruction.

Just in time, too. Members from the Fire-Squad; Pegasi Class were flying towards the fire engulfing the sky.

Mac thought about it for a moment and he realized that if any bodies were discovered, they would think that it was the natural gas explosion that killed anypony.

Mac ran towards Ponyville and he ran directly to one pony that he knew that would take him in, Fluttershy.

What Stallions Are Made Of (Mac realizes a great truth!)

Had he woken from the gentle slumber, Big Mac would have noticed that Fluttershy had silently escaped from his grasp and walked into the kitchen.

It was the next day after Mac and Fluttershy had consomated their new relationship. Neither of them could be more happier!

Macintosh had continued to dream about living the rest of his days with Fluttershy, working proudly and happily for once, on his own rebuilt farm that he and Fluttershy would use.

Yet the soft dream would suddenly turn for the worst. Macintosh, playing with his son, had suddenly been hit with a large gust of chilling wind. His son, blown away into the nightmarish landscape that had changed before Mac's very eyes.

Big Mac looked around the ever-darkening skies, calling out for his foal, when suddenly he heard an all-too familiar voice ringing in his ears.

"Why, Macintosh?"

Big Mac turned and saw Applejack standing with Applebloom next to her. They looked as if nothing had ever happened to either of them. Just like they were completely whole again. Mac's eyes began to water and he reached for them, his hoof went right through the two.

The wind began to howl even louder, yet the soft talking of his sisters was as clear and loud as if they were whispering into his ears.

"Why did ya' do it, Macintosh? We both loved you dearly, if you wanted a break... why didn't you just ask for one?" Applejack had said.

Macintosh searched his mind for answers, but this landscape had sucked all the dis-honesty from his mind. He laid forward into the black ground and he shut his eyes. He started to cry for the first time in his natural born life. "Ah just didn't know what ta' do anymore, Applejack! I was worked to tha' bone! I needed some time... I wanted some peace 'n quiet!"

An older voice had come this time, "Then why didn't ya' just say so, you big silly stallion?"

Mac moved his hooves and seen that it was Granny Smith, looking down on him next to Applejack.

Mac shook his head and his eyes didn't blink from his murdered family, he wanted to reach out and hold them all again. He knew he couldn't, despite him reaching out to touch them. His hoof simply went through them all again as if they weren't there.

"Big Macintosh," Applebloom said, "We only wanted what was best for you, no matter what! What's a week off of workin' on the farm? We could'a handled it, hooves-down!"

Mac didn't blink as his tears cascaded down his face. He closed his eyes tight as a bright light appears to the right of the Apple Family.

"Hey, you big filly-doll lover." Rainbow Dash had appeared from the light with a smile on her face.

Suddenly, a barrel had been sent careening down a non-existant ramp and it crashed onto the dark floor below, the wood had been shot every-which direction and the contents of the barrel spilled out. Two fillies, and former-crusaders, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo had poured out of the wreckage. Applebloom seemed entirely delighted and she ran over to her friends and began to talk and play with them as they did back when they were... alive.

Mac smiled at this scene and he looked down to the ground.

"Macintosh." Applejack said.

He looked up and stared at his sister's eyes.

"We all forgive ya'." Applejack said as they all pulled Macintosh into a tight hug. He actually felt them this time. He relished in their warmth and tears continued to stream down his cheeks.

A new feeling had welled up inside him. It's not one of doing a mis-deed and feeling good about it, this one was one of complete and utter guilt. He loved his family, and he loved watching Applebloom play with her friends. And despite Rainbow Dash's horrible pranks, she was always one for him to look up to (sometimes literally) when he was sad. Her high spirits and attitude had made her a firecracker of a pony when she was around.

Suddenly a voice was heard. "Wake up... Wake up!"

Mac had watched as his family and friends disappeared, they all smiled and walked back into the light that had formed behind them. His eyes sprung open and he seen Fluttershy standing over him with a caring look on her face.

"Macintosh.. are you okay?" She said softly as she rested her chin onto Mac's chest.

Big Mac had tears flowing down his face as he was crying deeply in his sleep. He tried to breathe, but instead of a normal breath a staggering and saddened inhale had entered his lungs. He felt so guilty, he wanted to make it right.

"'S-Shy.. I did somethin' terrible." Macintosh said looking down at his marefriend.

Fluttershy looked taken aback and she softly asked "W-What is it, my love?"

Mac swallowed a lump in his throat, he had to get it out somehow. He knew that once he did, Fluttershy would probably hate him. Then tell Celestia, then he will be sent away to live on the sun. He fully accepted this as an inevitability.

"Shy.. I--" he managed to make out as the door had bursted open and confetti and balloons and loud music started playing from Ponyville's premiere party pony.

"Pinkie Pie!" Fluttershy had called.

Pinkie smiled and continued to march around the room, the whole atmosphere seemed to have lit up! "What'cha want, ShyShy?"

"I told you my name is Fluttershy... and what are you doing here? You interrupted a private conversation." Fluttershy's voice had barely made out of the deafening sound of the loud music.

"Oh you silly ShyShy! I heard crying! Crying his horrible and I know that it makes other ponies sad. So it was only a matter of time before a catastrophic amount of sadness would come over this place! And who better than Pinkie Pie Party Service to deliver a smile and make everything better again?" Pinkie Pie leaped around the room with that happy smile on her face.

Mac had sighed and let his lips curl into a small grin. He knew that if he wanted Pinkie Pie to leave, he'd have to pretend he's happy again.

Pinkie Pie had noticed that Mac was smiling and that only made the Party Pony explode into a larger bit of partying, she grinned and seemed to have pulled a cannon from nowhere, she lit the fuse and let the contents of the cannon explode all over Fluttershy's usually quiet cabin. It decorated the walls with streamers, balloons, and even snacks stacked neatly onto the table!

Before the two lovers knew it, ponies started stampeding into Fluttershy's cottage and they both sat onto the couch suddenly in the middle of a sea of ponies dancing and talking.

Pinkie Pie smiled and rushed over to the two, wrapping her forehooves around their shoulders tightly. "So! Is it true that you two are dating now?"

Fluttershy blushed deeply and looked down at her hooves, mumbling slightly.

Macintosh had almost enough of this party fiasco and he looked at Pinkie Pie with a look of slight annoyance and frustration. "Yeah, ya' got that right, but how did ya' know?"

Pinkie smiled. "The Pinkie sense never lies! An eye twitch, a knee wobble, a tail twitch, and a big smile on my face means someone is in love!"

Mac covered his forehead with his hoof and he sighed. "Now, Pinkie, I suggest you--"

"They forgave you didn't they?" Pinkie smirked.

Big Mac had all color fade from his face, making him turn a light pink color. "W-What did you just--" He tried to ask Pinkie before she was suddenly washed away by the partying ponies.

Big Mac simply sat for a few minutes, he was dumbstruck. Fluttershy sat with him and frowned, she tried to get this attention but to no avail.

Suddenly a panicked voice had called Mac back to his senses. "Macintosh!"

Mac blinked and looked down at Fluttershy, he sighed and gently nuzzled her neck. "'Shy, I gotta get somethin' figured out."

Fluttershy looked slightly discouraged and she nodded. "Alright, I'll stay here then..."

Mac smiled and gently licked Fluttershy's cheek, this got a silent but happy squeal from her.

Rushing outside of the partying cottage, Mac looked frantically around for any sign of the pink party pony.

If she knows... then I can't let her tell anypony. I won't let her ruin my new happiness... Mac had thought to himself with a steely look in his eye.

A noise. No, a giggle. Coming from the Everfree Forest near Fluttershy's home. Mac turned and nodded. He knew he was going into the forest in order to silence Pinkie Pie. For good.

The glazed look of bloodthirst had taken over Mac's eyes once again. He took out the list that he kept in his yoke, circling one name and crumpling it. Throwing the crumpled ball of paper aside, he began walking into the forest in search of Pinkie Pie.

Mac was unphased by any kind of little noise or threatening call from other animals that would make normal ponies leap from their coats. He was a colt on a mission.

Occasional giggles or sights of bright pink hair would catch Mac's eye, he continued to walk after this elusive mare. If she knew what he did.. then she would avoid him at all costs.

Mac crashed through the a thick burrough of brush and branches that lead into a rather large clearing. Pinkie Pie was struggling with her hoof caught in a root that sprung from the ground.

Mac smiled devilishly and he made his way towards her. "I reckon' you know a bit of a secret 'bout me, Pie."

Pinkie Pie looked over at Big Mac and she struggled with her hoof. The root simply would not budge away and let her hoof free. She looks up at Mac with an angry and destructive stare that had made Macintosh cringe a little. It would even put Princess Celestia into a state of discomfort, Mac thought.

"So what if I do, Macintosh?" Pinkie scowled.

Mac just let out a small laugh. "Oh, Pinkie. Ah thought Ah'd have ta' give up this whole killin' thing. Once I foun' Fluttershy, that is."

Pinkie Pie kept an angry frown on her face. "So, you killed Applejack.. my Dashie...even the Cutie Mark Crusaders?" Pinkie Pie looked down to the dirt and she had stopped struggling in the root.

Mac advanced with a threatening glare in his eye.

"Macintosh.. don't."

"Why not, Pie? You'll just go an' blab ta' Twilight or Tha' Princess." Macintosh took another step forward and stomped down. Near Pinkie's caught hoof.

Pinkie suddenly looks very frantic and pleading. Her eyes begin to water at the edges, tears slowly leaking down her cheeks. "P-Please.. Macintosh! I won't! I Pinkie Pie swear! Cross my heart, hope to die--"

Macintosh had cut her off and he smirked. "Hope to die, eh? I think I can oblidge!" He rears backwards and he throws forward with all his weight.

He expects to feel the glistening crimson deliciousness spew onto his coat and the sound of crunching bones and squishing flesh. Yet.. nothing.

Mac opened his eyes and looked down. Pinkie Pie wasn't there...

A very creepy and menacing voice had simply whispered into Mac's ear. It ran chills down his spine. "Nice.. try.. Macintosh.."

With a flash of pink, Macintosh fell down onto the ground, knocked clean out by a rag filled soaked with chloroform.

Pinkie's Sweet Surprise (Pinkie Pie...?)

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.."

The Way It All Ends.

Well, this is the end of the story.

They looked around the cellar for a way out. Pinkemina's corpse simply laid on the stone tile spilling her blood into a large puddle.

Fluttershy and Big Mac shared the embrace for quite a while. Seemingly endless. At least, that's what he wanted it to be. He loved this mare dearly. His inner-most thoughts that had wanted to slay her where she stood had vanished and was replaced with one of content wholeness. The blood in the air had almost began to sicken him now. He didn't want any part of this old lifestyle that he had chosen for himself.

"Macintosh?" Fluttershy gently whimpered from his chest.

"Yeah?"

"Is it true what she said...? Did you really kill all of those ponies?"

Macintosh knew that if he told the truth, he'd be plunged back into that world of secrecy and maddening blood-thirst. He wanted no part of that anymore, he believed that one lie wouldn't be the end of him after all that he's done.

"No, it was her, 'Shy. Pinkie done went plum crazy..." Macintosh embraced her tighter and Fluttershy had simply sighed.

"I know."

"Don't worry 'bout it none, sugar. I'll get that door open real quick." He smiled down at Fluttershy and walked over to the cellar stairs. He walked up to the door and he turned awkwardly around. He readied himself for one hell of a buck, letting all of those years of Applebucking finally put to good use. He reared back and gave his best buck he could, the lock held the door shut.

Macintosh cursed under his breath and he looked around for another way out. He turned back to Fluttershy. "Hey, darlin'. You know where a key might be?"

Fluttershy gulped slightly and pointed down towards the corpse of Pinkemina. She closed her eyes and picked up the cleaver again. "I really.. really don't want to do it this time.." She had made out with the handle of the cleaver slightly muffling her words.

Macintosh knew what she meant and he came down near Fluttershy. He gave her a little kiss on her cheek and he took the cleaver away from her mouth and into his own.

He gently pushed Fluttershy away from the scene and told her to hold her ears shut. She did was she was told and heard very muffled thuds behind her hooves.

Macintosh was exhilerated. He hated doing what he was doing, but for some reason, it felt so right. This mare had held them hostage and tortured them! It was pure bliss for that cleaver to enter her corpse and tear out organs and crush bone.

Finally, Macintosh turned. His coat was entirely stained with Pinkie's blood. He walked past Fluttershy who followed suit, they walked up the staircase and placed the key into the hole. They turned it and heard a few clicks inside the lock turn the tumblers. They looked to each other and pushed open the door, the light was entirely blinding them they had been in the cellar for so long.

♦ ♥ ♦

"Do'ya think he's alright?"

"Dunno, sugarcube. Just gotta wait, I suppose."

"Well, once he wakes up.. I'll make'em some good ol' fashioned Apple Dumplin's!"

"Granny, ah think he'll want a bath before he goes and eats somethin'." Applejack's voice had hit Macintosh's ears. He slowly was waking from his slumber, noticing that he was wrapped safely in his cover in his bed. He watched as Applejack led Granny Smith and Applebloom out of the room.

"Now, I reckon he just needs some rest, is all. He's been workin' real hard. Think he deserves a break, ya know?" She had closed the door behind her and Macintosh simply stared at the ceiling.

Was it all a dream?

Macintosh looked out his un-broken window and noticed that the Barn was still intact. He frowned and had a look of complete disbelief on his face.

"How did.." Mac began to say, he looked at the mirror at his side and smiled at it. "Ooh, Mac. You're still here."

His reflection simply repeated his every movement, it had no life of its own.

Mac suddenly smiled. He knew that it was all just a dream. Some sort of horrible nightmare.

He threw his covers off of him and snuck downstairs, he saw his family sitting at the table eating breakfast. He noticed that Applebloom and Applejack were sitting near each other, eating their oatmeal and talking about what they're going to do today.

Mac smiled and had a tear come to his eye. He knew that he was home. He knew that this was real. He knew that this is what his heart wanted all along. He rushed forward from the stairs and he hugged both of his sisters tightly.

"Err. Hey, sugar--" Applejack made out before Macintosh ran towards the door.

"Hey! Where you goin'?"

"I gotta tell Fluttershy somethin'... Oh, and stay away from Pinkie Pie." He rushed out the door and bucked it closed behind him, leaving his sisters with a confused look on their face.

THE END

Bonus: Her Time Of The Month (What REALLY happens!)

The cavernous halls of Canterlot Palace were empty but sunshine came bellowing through the windows. A few guards are standing at their post infront of two very large golden doors brazened with two large suns.

A sudden whisp of dark magic had made the corridor slightly darker. It wasn't an evil darkness, just a familiar and soothing kind. From the small wisps of smoke stood Princess Luna. The guards bowed their heads in respect.

"I'm sorry my Princess, your sister had given us strict orders to not allow any to see her during this time." One of the guards said in his deep voice.

Luna waved a hoof. "Oh relax. She allows me entrance to her chamber at all times. Reguardless of her orders."

The guards looked at one another nervously, one was brave enough to inquire, "But.. Her Highness told us not--"

"And I'm telling you to let me inside." Luna snapped silently.

"Very well." The two guards moved aside and opened the door for Luna, inside Celestia's Chamber, inside large windows ornamented with different colored panes and towering pillars that shine and glisten in the sunlight.

"Dear sister! It is your time to awake! Must you sleep so long during your own day?" Luna yelled as she came up to Celestia's own sleeping chambers.

Celestia stirred underneath her large blanket. She rose and rubbed her eyes gently. "Oh.. hello, sweet Luna. What is the problem that you awake me? I've already raised the sun, you can do the rest, can you not?"

Luna sighed. "Clearly you do not remember the time of month."

Celestia raised her eyebrow incrediously, she is given the same stare in return yet with a knowing look in her sister's eyes.

Celestia snapped back to her mind and realized what she was missing. "Oh, no! Not again..!" Celestia sighed and leaped from her bed, she quickly ran over to a small box that contained the Elements of Harmony. The Element of Honesty and Loyalty has gone grey and turned to stone.

She sighed and looked over at Luna. "He did it again, didn't he?"

Luna smiled and nodded slightly. "So it seems."

Celestia rolled her eyes and walked over to Luna. "I must say, dear sister. We simply must find a phylactery in order to contain my murderous and bloodthirsty ways during this time of month. I have thought that the large Macintosh had more than enough of size to hold those magical urges, I'm disappointed that it's not so." She raises her hoof infront of Luna. "Come, Luna. Your hoof, we will mix our magics and reverse the actions that my curse upon Macintosh has brought.

Putting their hooves together, they both closed their eyes and focused their horns in unison. A lovely white light has wrapped around the two sisters, they rise into the air with their own aura surrounding them. A very large shockwave of light blasts into the air, moving through the pillars, floor, windows, and ceiling.

Landing onto the ground, the two sisters smiled at one another. "I do say, Luna. We are getting better at this, aren't we?" Celestia smiled softly, almost motherly towards her young sister. She simply nodded.

"I think this as more of a curse than a blessing, dear Celi." Luna sighed wistfully.

Nodding, Celestia returned to her bed. She buried her head into her pillow and Luna had clambered after her.

"Dear sister, are you truely going to sleep again?" Luna asked.

"No, sweet Luna. Merely readying myself for your embrace." Celestia smiled and extended her hooves towards her young sister, taking her into a tight hug.

Luna blushed and rolled her eyes. "Oh, sister. You're always so affectionate after this occurs." She enjoyed the embrace and she cuddled her head into her sister's chest.

"I merely enjoy giving life to those that I have wasted. It seems that our stallion has fallen in love. I share his feeling." Celestia smiled and gently started to groom Luna's mane.

Soft Whimpers and Large Stallions (Mac Needs a Place to Stay!)

The cool night's air stung at Mac's face as he ran towards the small cottage inhabited by the only pony that made his work worthwhile.

Fluttershy's cabin was so comfortable, she too was a hard worker and perhaps she could relate to Big Mac. Or so he had hoped.

Mac knew that Fluttershy had some sort of affixiation with him, getting a couch to sleep on there would be a slice of Apple Pie! All he needed was a small sob story, of course it was a lie, and Fluttershy will indefinitely let him stay there.

Upon arrival to the cottage outside of the Everfree Forest, Mac had stopped and sighed deeply. He walked up to the door and gently tapped his hoof onto the wood.

Almost immediately, the door sprung open and the yellow mare threw her forehooves around Big Mac. He stood in a daze, he had almost no idea what was going on, but clearly Fluttershy knew.

"Oh, Big Mac! It's horrible! I've not seen Applejack for days! We're all worried sick. I'm sure you are too! Not to mention Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo is gone too, are they with Applebloom?" Fluttershy had stopped hugging tightly and she focused those large eyes into Big Mac's.

"Err. In a matter o' speakin'." Mac said awkwardly.

Fluttershy blinked and she gasped deeply. "Oh, my.. Are you saying that Applebloom is gone too? Did you check the tree-house? They might be out there! Or.. what if Applejack and the foals are trapped? Oh, I'm oh so worried about them all!"

Big Mac let Fluttershy continue about how she was really worried about his sisters and the other foals. She had mentioned that Rainbow Dash was gone too, but she had thought that her friend went to go looking for Applejack and the foals. That was something that Mac could live with.

"Hey... 'Shy?" Mac had called her. Usually when he came over he'd call her Miss Fluttershy, but she had told him to just casually call her 'Shy. "My farm just blew up, see. I need a place ta stay fer a while."

Fluttershy's eyes widened in shock and excitement. "Your Farm blew up? Just... boom? Like that? It's gone? You can stay here! Yeah, but .. How did your farm blow up?!"

"Natural-Gas explosion." Mac said nonchalantly.

Fluttershy had given him the tight hug once again. "Ooh, you poor poor dear. Here, come inside. I'll fix you some tea and--" Fluttershy's eyes opened wide again. "What happened to Granny Smith?!"

Mac looked down and tried to do his best impression of a sad stallion. He looked up at Fluttershy and he shook his head.

She knew immediately what this meant and she buried her head into Mac's shoulder, tears stained Big Mac's coat and those that didn't cascaded down Fluttershy's cheeks.

Mac sighed and he took the sobbing mare into his strong forehoof. He carried her into the cottage and he kicked the door shut behind him. He had gently placed Fluttershy down onto the nearby couch that she used to lounge around on with her animal friends. She continued to hold onto Mac, so he had no choice but to sit down with the mare and hold her while she cried.

Fluttershy definitely appreciated Big Mac's kind warmth. Long after crying, she had still let Big Mac hold her. She just simply burried her worried and tear stained face into Big Mac's shoulder.

Mac couldn't help but feel sorry for this pony. Despite being around so many animals, she seems the lonliest pony out of all of Ponyville! She usually stayed cooped up in here, prisoner to her own infatuation with animals. They are good friends for Fluttershy, but they aren't companions.

Fluttershy sighed and gently whimpered something into Mac's shoulder.

Mac raised an eyebrow and pulled her back, looking down into those large green eyes of hers. "What was that, 'Shy? Yer were mumblin'."

Fluttershy shook her head and she blushed a little. She returned to nuzzling Big Mac's shoulder and she sighed contently.

Whatever Mac was doing, it was working clearly. He had Fluttershy like putty in his hooves! How far could he twist and morph her until she was completely useless?

"Now, now, 'Shy. I've been workin' 'round here long as I can remember." He doesn't remember much, sadly. Took a bad applebuck to the head. "I remember all them things that ya' told me when I came here. And ya know why 'Shy?"

Mac looked down into Fluttershy's mane and he gently run his hoof through her soft hair. Despite being worked often, Fluttershy still finds opportunities to take care of herself and keep her beauty factor up to ten.

Mac had always had certain feelings for this mare, listening to her life's story was something that he looked forward to everytime he had come to help her with her animals.

"Say, 'Shy, you know why I even bother in comin' to help ya' all the time?" Mac inquired.

Fluttershy still had that soft blush on her cheeks, but the tears were long gone. She looked up at Mac with those lovely green eyes of hers in a way that melted his heart. "W-Why... Macintosh?" Her soft voice fluttered.

"Because..." Mac started blushing a little too and he brought his large muzzle to gently pull Fluttershy into a pony-hug. "Because I care for ya' greatly, 'Shy."

Fluttershy had realized the height of his romantic gesture. He wasn't ever one to simply say that he cared for somepony, unless he really meant it. She started to cry a little again, not out of sadness but of pure elation!

Mac had noticed something in the corner of his eye. A letter opener. Mac had resisted his murderous impulses to take the opener and stab it into the base of Fluttershy's neck. Instead, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the embrace.

"B-Big Macintosh..." Fluttershy pulled slightly out of the hug and she looked up into Mac's eyes. "I love you." She declared and she pushed her muzzle forward to kiss Macintosh on his lips.

Big Mac blushed hotly and he too pushed his muzzle forward to lock their lips together tightly. Fluttershy appreciated the fact that her kiss was accepted. She wrapped her forehooves around Mac's neck.

A new feeling had welled up inside him. Not like the one that he had when he had his first kill. It was one of warmth, fuzziness, happiness. Was this the feeling that the stallion was missing all along? Acceptance, love, compassion, understanding, all of these things Fluttershy was able to give to him, yet he was so blind to it that he blamed all of his hardship and pain on working.

Mac had heard a rather muffled giggle from what sounded like outside. His ears twitched at the sound and he broke the kiss, much to Fluttershy's disappointment, and he looked out the window.

Fluttershy was too far-gone to stop now, she threw all of her shyness aside and she took Mac by his cheeks, turned his face toward her, and she smashed their lips together again.

This was enough to make Macintosh forget about whatever he had just heard and he accepted the kiss fully.

Macintosh had only wanted a loving embrace with his lips pressed against the most wonderful mare in the world to him.

However, Fluttershy had different plans. She moved her hooves around his back and moved them downwards until he felt her rest on his rump.

Mac's eyes flew open but he didn't protest, he had been getting rather frisky since the kiss had begun. He knew that he wanted Fluttershy, but he wanted to be able to romance her into it.

It seemed that the lonely mare had desparately wanted this stallion's touch. As the slightest bit that Macintosh had touched with his own hooves had made her whimper in nervous delight.

Big Macintosh had noticed that his member between his haunches was starting to grow a little larger. His face blushed deeply and made his face turn into a dark magenta color.

Fluttershy was blushing too, so much infact that the touch of their faces had made them both feel ablaze. Fluttershy had begun to grind her body against Big Mac as she pulled him down onto the couch behind them. Macintosh did his best to where he wouldn't harm the mare by laying on her. He was rather large after all. This position had given Macintosh's erection full bloom. It swung between his haunches as the two coriagraphed a lustful dance.

Breaking the kiss, Fluttershy had looked up into Big Mac's eyes and she had softly spoke. "Macintosh.. please, I need you inside me..."

Macintosh was rather surprised to hear the straightforwardness of this particular mare, yet he was fully ready to comply as his throbbing erection had pressed its head against the entrace to Fluttershy's sex.

She moaned softly and closed her eyes, waiting for the cock to fully impale her. Fluttershy gently whimpered something. Mac raised an eyebrow and spoke softly.

"What is it, 'Shy?"

"Please.. be gentle.. I'm a virgin."

Big Mac smiled and gently nuzzled the nervous mare's neck as to console her. "Don't worry, 'Shy, I'll make sure your first time is the best time."

Fluttershy looked up into Mac's eyes hopefully and she closed her eyes as he pushed his cock into Fluttershy's pussy.

She let out a small call of exctasy as his head was fully inside, he started pushing a little further in and he recieved a startled reaction from Fluttershy.

Warm crimson liquid had dripped from Fluttershy's sex and Mac looked down. His eyes started to twitch a little. He reached down and dragged his hoof across Fluttershy's bleeding pussy and he brought it back up, looking at it with extreme desire.

Fluttershy had opened one eye from her soft and pained whimpers and she watched Big Mac as he plunged his bloodied hoof into his mouth.

Fluttershy gasped softly. "M-Macintosh.. t-that's.. so dirty.."

Macintosh had a new look about him, the love and compassion that he had earlier was gone and only bloodlust and insanity had taken over him. It made Fluttershy very nervous.

"M-Macintosh.. are you okay?" Fluttershy said softly.

"Eeyup." Macintosh smirked. He put his hooves onto each side of Fluttershy's wings, which got a small pained grunt from Fluttershy, and he fully plunged his cock balls deep into his mare.

Fluttershy screamed out of sheer pain from the large sex entering her. She had begged Big Mac to stop, but he continued to thrust into her pussy with increased savagry. It seems that Fluttershy calling him to stop only made him thrust his cock deeper and faster into her.

Fluttershy had caught on and she moved her hooves onto the cushions of the couch, holding for dear life and moaning out of a mixture of pain and pleasure as Mac impaled her repeatedly.

More blood had come from her pussy by Mac's large size almost tearing her in half. Macintosh had noticed and he had begun to smile triumphately. His thrusts had gotten to be as fast and as deep as he could go until he reached Fluttershy's cervix.

Fluttershy's moans of pain had quickly turned to ones of pleasure as she begun to call out Mac's name. Her pussy walls had started to squeeze onto Mac's cock, almost sucking his seed from his testicals. Mac had let out a loud moan of pleasure and Fluttershy had started to scream. For Fluttershy, screaming isn't much of a barely audible whisper. Yet this scream was a little more high-pitched and strained. Almost like little squeaks, Mac noted.

He could feel his cock begin to well up with his seed and he let out a split second decision, he looked down to Fluttershy and said two strained words. "In, out?!"

Fluttershy had yelled much like she did at the Gala. "COME INSIDE ME!"

Mac didn't need to be told twice. He thrusted one last time and his seed had exploded into Fluttershy's womb. Mac pulled out as his cock had practically made a bloodied and sperm covered void where Fluttershy's pussy used to be.

Soon after, a wave of sperm had flowed from Fluttershy's sex.

Breathing deeply, Fluttershy pulled Macintosh back down into a deep kiss. Macintosh was only too happy to comply. It seems that his bloodthirsty appetite could be held down with a bit of rough sex. Fluttershy seemed to be the one to be able to handle it for him!

They both lay down onto the couch, breathing deeply and looking into each other's eyes. Fluttershy scooted close to Macintosh and buried herself into his chest. Mac wrapped his hooves around her and held her while they both fell asleep onto the couch.

They had shared a dream... a dream that they had a pink haired foal with an orange coat. They named it Lil' Macintosh.