He Didn't Love Me (EDITED)
Fluttershy knew her special somepony would be busy with work today, so she decided to go visit him. It was nearly lunch time, so Fluttershy packed a picnic basket full of some food she had cooked. “I hope he hasn’t eaten lunch yet.” She said to herself as she packed up the picnic basket.
Angel hopped over to her, holding a cookbook as if asking her to make him lunch; “don’t worry, Angel. I’ll pick up the ingredients while I’m in town, and when I get back I’ll make you a yummy lunch.” She gently pat Angel on the head. She picked up the basket in her mouth and then she left her cottage, heading for Sweet Apple Acres.
Fluttershy hummed a tune softly as she skipped along the path from her cottage to Sweet Apple Acres. The picnic basket swung back and forth in her mouth as she skipped along and a few birds whistled happily along with the tune she was humming.
After a short, pleasant walk in the afternoon sun, Fluttershy arrived at her destination. She saw Big Mac just standing by a tree, there was a small smile on his face it seemed as though he was talking to somepony. Fluttershy stopped humming and skipping and she watched him for a moment.
Big Mac chuckled and then he moved closer to the tree, and then Fluttershy’s view was blocked. Big Mac leaned his head in and then pulled it back a moment later, Fluttershy watched with a growing suspicion; a moment later, as Cheerilee walked out from behind the tree, her suspicions were confirmed. Tears streamed down her face and the picnic basket fell from her mouth, crashing to the ground; the sandwiches and salads she had crafted with great delicacy fell to shreds, and their contents slopped onto the foresty, grassy floor. Her tears of agony fell down on the food as well, dampening it and making it inedible.
She turned and galloped away, leaving her picnic basket on the ground in the center of the path. Fluttershy stormed into her cottage, slamming the door and startling Angel and all her other little friends. She ran up to her room and angrily threw herself onto her bed. Tears streamed down her face and onto the pillow; water works.
There was a painful ache in her chest. Fluttershy choked and gasped as she cried into her pillow, hugging it tightly. Fluttershy felt like her heart was being ripped out of her chest by some invisible force that wanted to bring her as much pain as possible. She clutched the pillow tighter, to try and rid herself of the painful feeling in her chest. She sobbed painfully, choking and gasping as she tried to breath.
She heard a knock at her door. She wanted so badly to ignore it, but she wasn’t known as somepony who ignored knocks at her door. She wiped away her tears and took a few deep breaths and then walked down stairs to answer the door. She sniffled and then opened the door to see Big Macintosh. She gasped, stepped back and almost slammed the door in his face. He could see the tear streaks on her face and how red her eyes were. They way the lines in his face creased up in worry, she could tell that even though he was cheating on her that he still cared about her.
Fluttershy saw that he was holding her picnic basket, she guessed that he was here to return it. He must have known it was hers, since she had used it with him before. “Fluttershy…” Big Mac said. Even though Fluttershy had been with him for over two years, she still wasn’t used to his saying more than ‘eeyup’ or ‘nope’.
He took a step towards her, now inside her house. Fluttershy took a step backwards, trying to get away from him. “No...” She said, her voice nothing but a whisper caked with pain and sorrow.
“It ain’t my fault.” He said.
“What’s not your fault?” She asked, speaking barely loud enough to be heard.
“What happened today with Cheerilee. Do you remember when I told you about what Apple Bloom and her friends did?” He asked her.
Fluttershy nodded. They had given them a love potion which had turned out to actually be a love poison. “Well, we’re still slightly affected by it, whenever we see each other, a little bit of the effect of the potion takes us over and we have no control over it.” He explained. It took Fluttershy a moment to register everything he had just said.
She looked up at the big, strong pony standing in front of her. He seemed so innocent and helpless in that moment that Fluttershy wanted to believe him, but she just didn’t know if she could, it all just seemed like a big lie. Her eyes began to fill with tears once more and they began spilling down her face and dripped onto the floor.
Big Mac couldn’t stand to see her cry, his own eyes welled up with tears. He gave her the basket, and then, not wanting to make things any worse; he left. Fluttershy left her basket sitting astray on the floor and she crawled back up to her room and into her bed.
She draped the blanket over her and cuddled her pillow tightly. She continued to sob into the already soaking wet pillow, soaking it more. Angel bunny and a few other small creatures that lived in her house with her came up to her and tried to comfort her. Some squirrels and chipmunks brought her nuts to try and cheer her up, and little mice brought small pieces of cheese.
Fluttershy smiled at their attempt to cheer her up. She graciously accepted their gifts and they all snuggled into the soft curves of her body and hugged the warm fur covering her. Fluttershy began to feel better now that all her friends were here. Her crying slowed to a sob, and then eventually stopped off to nothing.
She gently nuzzled her friends and told them that she was going to be fine and that she was going into town to get ingredients to make their dinners. She packed up her saddle bag with bits and a list of everything she would need to get. Lettuce, acorns, tomatoes, perhaps an apple or two, and some more cheese for the mice.
She left her cottage, stepping over the picnic basket still astrew on the floor, the contents of the lunch she had prepared for her and her special somepony splayed out on the ground in pieces. She sighed when she saw it and held back tears. She postponed cleaning it up for when she got back from town and after she had fed her little critters their dinner.
She slowly made her way to town, dreading the visit. She didn’t want to run into anypony she knew too well, they would be able to tell she had been crying and they would ask what was wrong. She did her best to smile so nopony could tell that anything was bugging her. She spoke confidently and happily to the vendors, who sold her what she needed happily.
As she was walking through town, however, she passed the tomato vendor, who was, for some reason, cutting the tomatoes. He used his horn to quickly bring down the large, sharp knife and slice the tomato. The red, almost blood-like juices squirted out of the tomato and onto the cutting board beneath it. The vendor discarded the pieces of the tomato and he pulled out another one, doing the same.
Fluttershy made it back to her cottage without much trouble. She fed all her friendly little animals happily. Once they had all been fed, she decided she would go ahead and go to bed. She hadn’t been feeling well today, and she was just about done with today, she needed to get it out of her head fast.
She was able to fall asleep quickly due to her exhaustion, she dreamt of many different things that night. She dreamt of the time a rock had fallen and she thought Angel had been crushed, she dreamt of the time that she had stolen Princess Celestia’s pet phoenix and tried to take care of it, and when it bursted into flames.
Before she woke up, the last thing she dreamt of was the tomato vendor slicing the tomatoes. It reminded her so much of cutting somepony or some animal apart and it’s blood splattering out of it. For some reason that made her feel good inside. It made her feel like she wanted to do that to somepony, preferably Big Macintosh.
Fluttershy had never had the urge to harm any living creature before in her whole life, but now, that was all she could think of doing. She didn’t know what was happening to her. She tried to shake the thoughts out of her head and get back to sleep. She had only just realized that it was still the middle of the night when she had woken up.
She snuggled herself up in her bed, pulling the blanket up to her chin and snuggling her head deep inside the pillow beneath her head. She sighed happily and closed her eyes. She sat in the darkness, in the silence, only paying attention to her thoughts. Even through these dark thoughts, she was able to fall back to sleep, dreaming peacefully about death.
When Fluttershy awoke in the morning she had the most wonderful idea. She would go to Big Mac and pretend that she was still in love with him, that she wasn’t mad or sad, that she believed his story about the love poison. He would take her and kiss her and he would believe every word of what she said. He wouldn’t suspect a thing that was going on in her head.
She knew exactly what she wanted to do to his sorry ass. She knew he wouldn’t suspect a thing. Fluttershy never lied, and she would never hurt any kind of living creature. Big Mac would trust her completely and then he would suddenly be stricken with surprise. Fluttershy didn’t care how long her plan took to play out, as long as she would be able to complete it.
Fluttershy hummed as she skipped out of her room and down the stairs and into the living room. She had only just remembered moments ago that she and Discord were meant to have tea today. She quickly cleaned up, making sure to take extra care cleaning up the spot where Big Mac had dropped her picnic basket.
A spot in her chest burned like an ever growing fire when she thought of the strong red stallion with his pale green, caring eyes. The innocence in those eyes faked. Fluttershy groaned and shook her head, trying to get him out of her head. She wanted to rid herself of all the happy memories with him. She never wanted to think of him again. He’s a cheating bastard that doesn’t deserve to live.
She sighed angrily and then sat down on her couch in the living room next to Angel. He had gotten used to giving up his spot when Discord came over, though he liked to enjoy it as much as possible before Discord arrived. There was a sudden flash of light and Discord appeared in her living room, a pot of tea floating in the air next to him along with two tea cups and platters.
Angel quickly hopped out of his spot and off the couch entirely, finding a small hole in the wall to hide in so he could avoid Discord, who he still didn’t like very much.
“Fluttershy! How wonderful to see you again!” Discord said to her, giving her one of his crooked grins.
“Hello, Discord.” Fluttershy said, smiling back at him.
“Shall we start our usual weekly tea session?” He asked, a cup of tea floating through the air towards Fluttershy.
“Of course, Discord.” Fluttershy said, holding out her hooves and letting the teacup sink into her grasp. She takes a small, hesitant sip of the tea, carefully tasting it and savoring the sweet flavor.
Fluttershy and Discord talked about usual random things that they talked about when they saw each other. Fluttershy eventually forced herself to tell Discord about what happened with Big Mac and about the dream she had.
She knew that Discord was basically the lord of chaos, so she briefly thought of telling him about her dreams. She debated with herself for a moment, and she decided not to tell him. She decided that she would never tell anypony about it.
Discord, however, saw the questionable look on her face. “Fluttershy, you cal tell me if there’s something bothering you.” Discord said. “We’re good friends.” He said, resting his claw on her back.
Fluttershy looked up at him, tears outlining her eyes, and she told him everything. About her relationship with Big Mac and everything that had happened. How he cheated on her and broke her heart and she just burst into tears. Discord hugged her and did his best to comfort her, make her feel better. But Fluttershy was absolutely devastated, she couldn’t hold in the tears and she felt her anger boil up inside her.
Once she had stopped crying, she and Discord shared their tea as usual and then Discord left, trusting her to take care of herself. She went upstairs to her room and she just cried and cried until she felt better. When she finally did end up feeling better, she left her room. She had a plan, and it was a good one.
Fluttershy woke up the next morning feeling much better than she had the night before. She got herself ready and then she fed her small friends. Once she was done around the house, she left and headed towards Sweet Apple Acres to fulfil her perfect plan.
She quickly found Big Mac, who was—as usual—bucking apple trees. She felt a lump form in her throat at the thought of talking to him again, and of acting nice, but she swallowed and got along with her plan. She walked over to him, he hadn’t noticed her yet, but even from the distance between them she could see he wasn’t happy.
“Big Mac?” She said in her soft, timid voice.
He turned suddenly, surprised by her appearance. “Eeyup?” He said, his voice quieter than usual and lacking it’s umph.
“I just… Umm…. Would you come home with me?” She asked. She noticed his cheeks get pink, and he was about to protest. “Oh please? Would you please?” She begged. She needed him to agree to go with her.
Big Mac looked up at the tree he had been bucking and also up at the sun, which was still in the middle of the sky. “Do you need to finish your work first?” Fluttershy asked, speaking for him.
“Eeyup.” He said with a hearty nod.
“I can wait.” Fluttershy said plainly. “I’ll be at my cottage, come over when you’re ready. She knew Big Mac wanted to say something to her as she turned and began to walk away, but she ignored it. She tried her best to swing her hips seductively as she walked. She didn’t know if Big Mac had noticed or not, but she didn’t stop until she was out of his sight, at which point the walked normally the rest of the way home.
She waited all day, chatting with Angel when she couldn’t stand the quiet and the stillness. “Oh, Angel, what if my plan doesn’t go well? What if… What if he doesn’t accept the drink with the sleeping powder? What if… Well, he’s stronger than me, and he’s so much bigger… What if he overpowers me? What if he sees it coming? Oh, Angel, I’m so worried.” Angel didn’t respond to her, he just sat next to her on his spot on the couch, nibbling on a carrot.
When Fluttershy couldn’t talk to Angel, she paced around her living room. She made herself something to eat and drink and worked on that while she waited. At one point, she looked out her window to see what time it was, and it was almost like no time had passed. She groaned and began pacing again.
Eventually her hooves grew tired and she sat on the couch to rest them and take a break. She found that she was tired, but she couldn’t figure out why she was tired. She drifted off to sleep on the couch and awoke when she heard a loud knock on her door. She shrieked and jumped off the couch, hovering in the air until she realized that it was probably Big Mac at the door. She landed softly and gracefully on the floor and walked over to the door, opening it to find Big Mac standing on the other side, the darkness surrounding him.
“Hi,” She said, opening the door wider. “Come on in.” He walked in and she closed the door behind her. She then led him into the kitchen where he sat down at the table. “Can I get you something to drink?”
“Eeyup.” He answered. Fluttershy did a silent ‘yay’ and turned to the counter and began preparing him a drink, talking to him as she did. She desperately hoped that he wasn’t suspicious of her and that she would be able to follow through with her plan.
She walked over to the table and set the glass down, sitting in the chair opposite him. He quickly turned to face her and smiled shyly. She picked up his glass of lemonade and took a few long gulps.
He set it down once he had finished. She hoped that he could make him look away so she could run back to the kitchen and grab one more thing she had forgotten. She talked with him for a minute, distracting him from being suspicious or having any other feelings.
She suddenly stood up and said, “Big Mac, I need to show you something.”
He stood up as well, without saying anything. “You go on ahead to the living room, I’ll meet you there after I wash out your glass.” He then left the kitchen and sat down on the couch. Fluttershy dumped his glass into the sink and quickly grabbed a frying pan out of the cupboard, hiding it with her wings. She then led him outside into the dark where he wouldn’t be able to see if she was hiding anything. She led him around the house to the front door of her shed. She opened it and he walked in.
She knew it was dark and that he couldn’t see anything. He was in front of her, so she closed the door, took out out the frying pan from it’s hiding place and then she turned on the lights. She heard Big Mac gasp and he started to turn around, but she hit him as hard as she could on the head with the frying pan.
Big Mac, even as strong as he is, fell to the floor with a groan. “Oh my goodness, it worked!” She squeaked out. She dropped the frying pan and then she worked on dragging his unconscious body further inside so she could tie him on to the table.
Eventually, she had succeeded in getting body stable, using chains. She had stabbed the chains through each of his hooves, and miraculously he hadn’t woken up. It had been a long time though, and he would wake up soon. She sat down for a minute to catch her breath, and then she wandered over to the table on the side of the shed where all the weapons and other sharp objects sat.
She chose a nice sharp nice and picked it up in her hooves and walked back over to where Big Mac was now tied to a table. She pushed down a lever by the table and it started moving so that it was slanted upwards. Once it was slanted to her liking, she released the lever and walked over to the front of the table.
She waited patiently for Big Mac to awaken so she could make the rest of his short life a living hell. For a moment, she considered her friend, Applejack, and what would happen to her already small, short-staffed farm once Big Mac was gone. But, then she decided that just this once, she would be selfish and think of herself, and she wanted Big Mac gone for good so he couldn’t break any other mare’s hearts. Another idea popped into her head, and she kept it there, to be revealed when the time was right.
Finally, Big Mac started to wake up. He didn’t see Fluttershy at first. He looked around the small shed, and then his eyes settled on Fluttershy, and the knife in her hoof. He panicked slightly and then he let out a small gasp when he struggled, realizing that there was a chain through the middle of all his hooves. He groaned and yanked at the chains. Fresh blood leaked out of the holes in his body and down his limbs and finally dripping on the floor beneath them.
Fluttershy did her best to hold in her anger.
“Fluttershy?” Big Mac started to ask. His voice was weak, slightly higher pitched than it usually was, and full of fear. “Why… Why am I here?” He asked her.
“You know why.” Fluttershy spat out at him.
Big Mac’s eyes widened. He had never ever heard Fluttershy talk like that, nopony had. He shook his head, and he opened his mouth as if to say something, but he didn’t speak. It was almost as if he knew better not to speak, which was a good choice on his behalf.
She held up the knife in her hand. “There is only one thing I want to do to you.” She said. She took a step closer and Big Mac flinched dramatically.
“Wh-what’s that?” He asked.
“I want to break your heart, just like you broke mine.” She said. Her voice was full of venom and anger. She took another step that that she was only inches away from him. She held the knife over a spot in his chest, right around where his heart would be. His chest. The same, broad chest that Fluttershy had spent so many moments lying against.
She took a deep breath and then plunged the knife deep into his chest cavity, slicing around in a circle to keep his heart intact for the idea she had brainstormed earlier. Big Mac moaned in pain, he was doing very well not to scream, but he was a very strong earth pony and could hold his own against nearly anything. Anything but a jealous and heartbroken Fluttershy.
She pulled out the slab of skin she had cut out of Big Mac’s chest, and in the center of it all sat his heart. It beat quickly in his open chest, causing blood to pour out of his open wound, rolling like a waterfall down his body, which was shaking violently, and splashing in a large puddle that was forming on the floor beneath him and Fluttershy. Some of his blood splashed onto her fur and her hooves and a few drops on her face.
She stared at his heart, the knife in her hoof, covered in blood, hovering right over his beating heart. Her eyes wide, she stared at the moving organ. Her chest heaved up and down as she tried her best to prepare herself mentally for what she was about to do.
She dropped the knife onto the floor. Big Mac seemed surprised, and he stared down at her, his chest heaving as well, his nostrils flaring wildly as he struggled to breath and stay alive.
Fluttershy walked away. She returned moments later with a glass jar, the lid sitting on top of it, but not tightened. She set it on the ground next to his body and picked up the knife. She took a deep breath and looked Big Mac in the eyes as she carefully cut out his heart. She watched his eyes as the green faded out of them and they turned a sickly gray.
She sighed and dropped his heart into the jar. She dropped the knife onto the floor and closed the jar. She picked it up, leaving the knife and the still warm, bleeding body of Big Macintosh. She walked to the back of her shed and placed the jar on a shelf next to many others.
She then left the shed without removing his body, and without cleaning up the mess she had made. When she arrived back in her cottage, she drew herself a bath and washed off all the blood. Once she was clean, she went to bed and slept.
