Big Macintosh is one of the few stallions in Equestria who did not change after the caribou took over. He is now viewed by his peers as a defected stallion who has no interest in sex, and may even be a female sympathizer. He is as alone as he has even been in his life. But for a single weekend, that will change. He's petitioned the new government for a special slave to come to his farm, secretly. His time with her will be a brief respite from the pressure of a tyrannical new world of degradation and misogyny, but can any stallion be completely unchanged from living in a fallen Equestria?

This moment of carpe diem will test Big Macintosh on how well he can still define the difference between love and lust.

Warning: This is a work of fiction that contains extreme fetishes, such as sexual slavery, degradation, and misogyny. Please do not read this if you are uncomfortable with these elements. It is not considered canon to the Fall of Equestria universe. This story does not contain rape.

Major thanks goes to those who took the time to pre-read and edit. You know who you are, and I am grateful for your help. This story was written for a good buddy, who I hope will enjoy this. You know who you are.