For years the fires of war raged between Equestria and the Zebra Nation. At first the war was little more than an international conflict, confined to a small area. But as the conflict intensified to an incomprehensible degree, it was now clear that the war was a threat to the existence of all life on the planet.
In the early days of the war, there existed an unspoken code of honor and dignity that was held close to the hearts of every soldier, a respect for life, even one’s enemy… But as the bloody war dragged on, the body count piled up, and more and more unspeakable atrocities were committed. It soon became clear that the war had to be ended soon, or mutually assured destruction was inevitable.
Powerful super-weapons that could instantly the end war within hours of usage began development. Of course, these weapons would have to be used at the cost of hundreds of millions of innocent lives, if not entire nuclear annihilation, a cost that many felt was unacceptable. A breakthrough had to be made. A weapon was needed that would prove to be a nigh unstoppable force of brutal conquest, yet could differentiate between civilian and military targets and would leave the enemy a large window of opportunity to surrender.
Equestria’s spellcrafters were hard at work trying to create such a weapon, and among the list of ideas for this war-changing super-weapon was the weaponiziation of Poison Joke. The original idea was to convert the plant’s spores into a gaseous chemical compound to spread chaos through the enemy ranks. Ultimately, the idea was technically a failure, as the spores lost their potency mere minutes after being removed from the plant. Fortunately, they discovered an unexpected side effect that occurred within a certain pony, which just may have been the key Equestrian needed to achieve victory…
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On the war-ravaged battlefield between Equestria and the Zebra Nation lay a desolate wasteland, adorned with ruined vehicles, barbed wire and bones. The choking sky was no longer filled with lovely pegasus-crafted clouds, but instead with chaotic smoke and ash. The foul scent of sulfur hung over the air. It was a quiet day on the front lines. The repetitive background noise of gunfire, peppered with the occasional explosion echoed throughout the trenches, but it was still calm, or at least as calm as it ever got there. The familiar twang of bullets ricocheting off steel was the most common sound in the trench, aside from the screams of the wounded and the soft muttering of the living. It wasn’t easy being in the army. The war had started so suddenly that boot camp had proven to be laughably insufficient for most soldiers. It had taught them to keep their heads down and to how fire their guns, but little else. The rest had to be learned through the cruel trials of war. It wasn’t in their nature to for ponies to fight like this for so long. They were holed up in their trenches, half-starved to death, and surrounded by the bodies of their fallen comrades. Given the deplorable conditions, many considered them the lucky ones…
A repetitive thumping noise fell over the battlefield. Was it a storm coming? Doubtful, given that any pegasus trying to control the weather would be an easy target for snipers. It was more likely just the repetitive droning of artillery being fired. Nobody bothered to question it. The sly zebras were difficult targets, but they were relatively easy to kill, if you could get one in your sights. But they were fast, slippery and quite good at hoof-to-hoot combat. They were by no means stronger than an earth pony, though. A well-placed shot could put them down, whereas ponies proved to be a little tougher. The two sides of the battle were worn-out and weary, they were underfed and undersupplied, and yet here they were… forced into this mindless battle, kept under a constant state of sleepless fear. Cowering trenches and praying that the next volley of artillery fire didn’t have a shell with their cutie mark on it. They hoped for a miracle, that somehow the war would come to an end, but such thoughts were often ended by the deadly accuracy of snipers.
The rumbling continued over the sounds of gunfire and yelling. Amongst the chaos on the Equestrian trenches, the communications officer heard his radio crackle to life for the first time in three days. He quickly picked up the radio receiver “Hello!” He cried. “HQ! Please respond!”
A static-garbled voice crackled through the radio. “Squad 17, this is Commander Nova. We are ordering your forces fall back to the trenches. Repeat, -tschhhhhh- behind the line. We are sending -tschhhhhh- reinforcement to mop up the remaining zebra forces.”
“You mean reinforcements?” asked the communication officer. “The Plural, right?” But it didn’t appear his signal was getting out properly, as the Commander just talked over him.
“Big Macintosh will be there in around ten minutes.” said the Commander. “Make su-tschh- pulled your forces back by then. Over and out.”
“Big Macintosh?” Thought the communications officer. “I thought he was dead.” He shrugged and relayed his orders to his commanding officer. Big Macintosh was something of a legend among the Equestrian Reserves. He was one of the bravest soldiers they had ever seen, but was badly wounded a few months back, and was taken by the ministries to act as a guinea pig for whatever crazy, ethically-ambiguous science fair projects they were working on.
The ponies in the trenches didn’t know what to expect. Certainly, just one soldier wouldn’t be enough to turn the tide of battle, no matter how much science and magic they pumped into him, right? But nobody had seen Big Macintosh since his near-death experience. He had become one of the government's most well kept secrets. Many of Big Macintosh’s former comrades looked forwards to seeing him again. A gargantuan silhouette was approaching the battlefield, and quickly at that. The rumbling noise became louder, and more frequent, and stronger. The enlisted ponies could hardly believe their eyes. It was Big Macintosh! And he was huge! It was no surprise that the Equestrian government had kept him so close to the chest. He was easily 500 feet tall, large enough to effortlessly crush an entire tank under a single hoof. The ponies just stared in amazement.
Meanwhile, on the zebra's side of the battlefield, a lookout had spotted Big Macintosh and frantically warned his commanding officer that a massive Equestrian super-weapon was inbound. The commander just smiled. He said that the communications team had intercepted the Equestrian signal, and he was aware of what was coming. He ordered his forces to hold their positions, claiming that they too, had 'a reinforcement' inbound.
The tiny Equestrian soldiers scrambled back to the trenches as the giant pony charged towards the battlefield. They looked on in awe as Big Macintosh approached their position. Big Macintosh was amazed how much things had changed since he had been gone. Everything was much, much smaller than he remembered. The mighty zebra tanks that he had once feared now looked like mere toys. A massive rumble ran through the trenches, and for a brief moment, the whole battlefield went dark. The sun was completely eclipsed as Big Macintosh gave a mighty leap over the Equestrian forces. A wave of blushing faces dominated the battlefield, especially among the mares. Big Macintosh’s flaccid dong swayed majestically in the wind, a true testament to the stallions might and virility.
Big Macintosh gave a massive grunt as he landed, which echoed throughout the battlefield. Looking down, he saw quite a few enemy tanks were rolling across the wasteland to meet him. Big Macintosh’s body was already coated in a thin film of sweat from all the sprinting he had done. Massive drops of sweat dripped off his sweaty hide onto the battlefield below. The tank crews couldn’t believe what they were seeing. He was absolutely massive. Two piercing eyes, as sharp as one would expect a super-soldier’s eyes to be looked down on the zebra-striped war machines. Across his chest was a horrible scar, no doubt a reminder of the injury that caused his presumed death.
The zebra tank divisions began to spread out and took aim at the titan. Many of the tank crews were trembling with fear, a few even started sobbing. They knew they had no chance against something that massive. Big Macintosh glowered down at the tiny zebras and spoke in a booming voice. “Y’all can’t win this fight. Surrender now and I won’t kill you. ” He said flatly.
A tank shell bounced of Big Macintosh’s thick hide with a satisfying ’thunk’ noise, leaving behind a of patch singed fur, but ultimately causing no major damage. A light-colored puff of smoke blew from the barrel of the over-eager zebra tank. Big Macintosh slowly stomped towards the tank, he stood directly over the foolish tank crew, who stared up in terror at his scarred, unyielding body. His massive, black cock dangled freely between his legs, easily the size of a small building. For a brief moment there was total silence. Then Big Macintosh raised his hoof over the tank. A squeal came from the terrified tank crew from below. In a panic, they fired their machine guns, but it proved absolutely harmlessly. The gigantic hoof slammed into the tank with such force that it created a massive shockwave, flipping over many of the tanks nearby and partly submerging them in dirt. Dozens of terrified tank operators abandoned their vehicles and ran for their lives. Some headed straight toward the Equestrian trenches, preferring to take their chances that the ponies might shoot them than be anywhere near the titanic pony currently standing on the middle of their battalion.
The deafening noise echoed throughout the battlefield and a massive cloud of dust was thrown into the air. Soldiers on both sides could only look in horror at Big Macintosh’s handiwork. There was a two meter deep crater where the tank had once stood. It had been crushed effortlessly. Big Macintosh snorted, “Anyone else?” he growled, looking at the other tanks around him. He saw many zebras fleeing towards the Equestrian positions with their hooves in the air, begging the Equestrian army not to shoot them. Big Macintosh could have easily crushed them, but that wouldn’t be sporting. Despite all the damage the war had done to him, he still despised killing, and only did so when it was necessary. The fleeing tank operators were no threat. Big Macintosh's expression hadn’t changed in the slightest. He didn't enjoy killing, but would do his duty to defend his homeland, like any soldier would.
“What are you doing!? Kill it!” the Zebra Commander yelled. “It’s not that much bigger than a dragon! We’ve dealt with worse before! Get back to your posts and fight!”
“Dammit.” Big Macintosh growled. A hail of weapons fire slammed into his body. The zebra infantry in the trenches fired volley after volley, but the titanic pony’s hide was far too tough for them to be effective. Big Macintosh casually stomped into the zebra line, paying little heed to what he stepped on. The tanks and artillery were the only things that proved to be anything more than annoying. Shells slammed into his body from all directions, they weren't particularly lethal, but stung like hell, which was very annoying, especially when they targeted his more sensitive areas. Big Macintosh gave out a war cry as he dived onto the zebra’s artillery positions, his semi-flaccid genitals dangled precariously over the zebra trenches as he smashed their artillery pieces into scrap metal. Then Big Macintosh sat down.
The zebras dug deep into the trench as the colossal cock came downward, directly towards them. Everything went pitch black as Big Macintosh's mighty haunches slammed down over the trenches. Thankfully for the screaming zebras, Big Macintosh's massive cock proved to be just thick enough to avoid filling the trench and crushing them. Unfortunately, these poor soldiers were now trapped between the ground and Big Macintosh’s thick, muscular shaft. They were met with unbearable heat and an overwhelming musk beyond anything they’d ever smelled. The masculine odor completely dominated their nostrils them leaving them gasping for breath. It was far worse than any trench gas they’d ever experienced.
As Big Macintosh continued to destroy the zebra artillery positions, he noticed the movements of hundreds of tiny hooves beating against his sensitive member. The panicked squirms of the diminutive soldiers trapped beneath him sent a pleasurable tingle through Big Macintosh. The trapped zebras couldn’t see anything aside from the occasional crack of light that shone through when Big Macintosh shifted his weight to crush an out of reach tank. But even then, the only view they were treated to was the texture of the enormous sheath before being plunged back into darkness. Big Macintosh’s pent-up dick began twitching with excitement. He let out a massive moan. It had been almost a full year since he had sex, and the slightest stimulation was enough to make him super horny.
Big Macintosh imagined it would feel amazing to crush the trench full of zebras with his god-like cock. But killing simply to get off wasn’t in his character, and these soldiers were clearly no threat to him. He raised his massive member off of the terrified infantry, who desperately gasped for fresh air as the potent musk dissipated. The tiny zebras looked up at his seemingly endless body and froze in terror. They shivered and begged for mercy. “I’m not trying to kill y’all.” Big Macintosh spoke softly. “The moment your CO surrenders, I can stop…” Big Macintosh was interrupted by another round of tank shells to his flank. He growled and turned back to the terrified infantry. “Get out of here!” he warned “I won’t go after you if you’re retreating.”
In a flash of red fury, an unrelenting hoof slammed down into the zebra's tank battalion like a meteor. The tanks’ hulls were instantly compromised, their magically reinforced steel buckling like aluminum foil beneath Big Macintosh’s megalithic weight. The stomps of his dirty hooves sent massive shockwaves of dust into the air. Both sides ducked down and watched as the gust blew above their heads. More and more expensive military hardware fell to the might of Big Macintosh’s mighty hooves. He seemed completely unstoppable.
Then suddenly, an impact more powerful than any tank caught Big Macintosh squarely in the chest, right where his scar was. His hooves were instantly knocked out from under him and wildly lashed through the air as he collapsed, flattening the woods beneath him and kicking up a great spray of dirt. A wave of pain from this old injury shot through him. The swirling dust momentarily blinded him, he squinted his eyes, desperate to see what kind of artillery the enemy had that could manage to cause such an impact.
As the dust cleared he saw a massive form before him. His eyes widened with astonishment as he realized what it was. It was a zebra. A giant zebra, almost the same size he was! Of course it was… The zebras and ponies had stolen almost every weapon they could think of from each other. It was to be expected that the zebras would come up with something similar to him. Big Macintosh sat up quickly and blinked his eyes. He was still dazed from the impact. Before him was a massive, beautiful, female zebra, with lovely stripes running down her body and a striped mane that hung over her left eye and a necklace that seemed to have been made from crushed Equestrian tanks…Lovely. She looked down at Big Macintosh with an expression of cold amusement. The giant zebra sneered at the horrified zebra soldiers around Big Macintosh’s body. “Beat it…” She said coldly “Grown-ups are talking.” Without turning to look back, the remaining zebras quickly ran to meet up with their retreating army.
Overcoming his astonishment, Big Macintosh climbed to his feet and squared his shoulders, trying to look as tough and composed as possible in front of the giant zebra. "I see that y’all have made super soldiers of your own. What do they call you?"
“They call me Kito. So, you must be the one they call Big Macintosh, huh?" Her gaze fell to the lumbering member that hung between the stallion’s legs. Despite the zebra’s obvious attempts to act cool in the face of the enemy, her couldn’t help but briefly widen before she began acting smug again. "Heh! You’d think Celestia would be smart enough to design a super-weapon that didn’t come with such an obvious weak point."
"It’s not a weak point…” Big Macintosh frowned. “It’s actually quite dangerous.”
Kito rolled her eyes and brushed past him, smacking his muzzle with her tail as she did. “Whatever! I like you, so I'll give a chance to surrender now. But the important thing is that you are between me and my objective, so I suggest you stand down."
"Stand down? What’s your mission? Crushing the Equestrian army?” Big Macintosh widened his stance, blocking her movement. "That’s not happening while I'm around."
"Why do you care what happens to the expendable troops?” Kito snorted. “They are but mere insects to you. They will pay for their crimes against my great nation! They will learn what happens to those who invoke the wrath of zebrakind."
“Sorry, Sweetie. I ain't going nowhere, and neither are you." Big Macintosh stood his ground. "You're outmatched. You gotta be able to see that I am bigger and stronger than you.”
“You might be bigger and stronger,” Kito admitted. “But you’re also hurt, and I’m faster.”
“I still have the might of Equestria’s armed forces behind me.” huffed Big Macintosh.
“Good. That means there will be more things for me to crush after I kick your ass!” Kito crouched down and charged.
Big Macintosh met the attack head-on. He jumped towards the zebra with a charge of his own. The colossal bodies clashed with the sound of booming thunder. They grappling madly as they each struggled to gain the advantage. Trees were pulverized into splinters beneath their mighty hooves as the two mountains of muscle clashed in the no-pony’s land between the trenches. The tiny tanks at their feet clattered like tin cans.
For almost a full minute the two giants struggled with each other, until Kito was able to gain the advantage. She kicked a leg forward and swept Mac’s legs out from underneath him, sending him falling towards the ground. But Big Macintosh wasn’t going to give up. He wrapped his arms around her neck as he fell. The pair went down together, flattening countless trees in the process. Kito easily recovered first. She grinned savagely at her downed opponent. "You cannot win!" she hissed. "Surrender now and I might go easy on your pathetic army."
"No way!" Big Macintosh grunted. “I won’t abandon my homeland.”
"Very well!" Kito said coolly. ”Then you will die!” She then gave a massive jump into the air and poised her hooves into position, ready to bring all four of them down of Big Macintosh’s ribcage.
"Shit!" Big Macintosh muttered, as he rolled out of the way just in the nick of time. Kito’s hooves created a massive shockwave, sending even more dust into the air.
Big Macintosh took advantage of his opponent’s disorientation and slammed his back hoof into the side of the zebra’s striped muzzle. Kito growled and staggered backward, giving Big Macintosh enough time to bring himself to his feet. The two giants squared off, slowly circling each other, daring the other to make the next move.
“What are you even fighting for, pony?” Kito growled as she wiped away blood from her muzzle. “It’s obviously not for the glory of war. You had the zebra army pressed under your hooves, and you didn’t finish them off. Why?”
“I had them on the run.” Big Macintosh said softly, as if ashamed of himself for the killing he had done. “Your army was finished. There was no need for more senseless slaughter."
Kito laughed. “I don’t know if you noticed, but we’re at war! Killing your enemy is the point!”
“The point is to get your enemy to surrender.” said Big Macintosh. “Killing is just an unfortunate bi-product! It should never be your main objective!”
Kito rolled her eyes. "Maybe for a weak pony, like you. I am a warrior. I fight for my homelands and for the glory of all zebrakind, and I look forward to feeling the warm blood of your people under my hooves."
Enraged, Big Macintosh spun about and bucked Kito in the gut with a devastating kick that sent the zebra staggering. She fell backward, gasping for breath, looking up just in time to see the giant pony lunging toward her. Kito proved faster though, she raised her hooves and sent him sailing over her. There was a deafening crash as Big Macintosh’s body fell face-first into the zebra line, instantly obliterating dozens of machine gun nests. Big Macintosh could only hope that the zebra soldiers had retreated like he told them to. He opened his eyes to see a lone zebra soldier holding a box of ammunition, gazing up at astonishment at Big Macintosh’s enormous eyeballs. “Get out of here!” Big Macintosh warned him. “Run!” The tiny soldier dropped the crate and fled for his life.
Kito dove towards Big Macintosh just as he was rolling over. He instinctively raised his hooves and with a savage kick sent her flying backwards well over a two-thousand feet. Kito’s body slammed into the ground and skidded to an abrupt halt in the middle of the Equestrian Tank Brigade. Dozens of the Equestrian tanks aimed their barrels at the titanic zebra who was squirming in discomfort. Big Macintosh stood up. Tons of dirt crumbled off of his skin and fell to the wasteland below. He stomped over to Kito and loomed over her. "Stay where you are," he panted. “You’re surrounded. Surrender!”
Kito gave a guttural laugh. "So this is Equestria’s best. You’re the greatest super-weapon they could churn out, huh? Gotta have your boys do the fighting for you?"
“You are a prisoner of Equestria now.” Big Macintosh snorted “You will be treated fairly if you yield."
Kito chuckled even more. “You and I both know our hides are too thick for those shells to penetrate. They won’t be any more painful than a hornet’s stinger. They’re the ones who should be surrendering.”
"Enough hornets can slay even the strongest bear!” He grinned. “Consider yourself lucky I don’t stomp you right now!”
“You may as well...” Kito frowned. “You’d be doing me a favor…”
“What do you mean?” asked Big Macintosh.
“Fighting is my purpose. Exterminating your kind is what I was made for. It is my only purpose!” Kito yelled. “Without the war, I have nothing. I’d rather be dead than a prisoner!”
Big Macintosh sighed. “I’m sorry… But the war needs to come to a peaceful end.”
"Oh, sure. The war needs to come to a peaceful end.” Kito mocked him. “The war you started to plunder our homeland's natural resources. The war is the only reason I even exist! Why should I listen to anything you have to say?”
“Because we can’t keep this arms race going forever. More and more dangerous weapons will be developed, ones with less capacity for mercy and restraint than you and I. Just imagine how much damage an emotionless bomb with our destructive capability could cause.”
"And what about you and me?” asked Kito “Where you think you'll fit in after the war is over? Certainly you know normal-sized ponies aren’t compatible the likes of us. You might be celebrated as a war hero, or you might be hidden away from the public in disgrace. But regardless, you know you’ll never be able to live a normal life.”
Big Macintosh looked down at the tanks surrounding the zebra. “Leave us…” He gestured for the tank brigade to fall back.
“But sir, we’ve got her surrounded.” Said the Tank Captain “And technically you’re not our commanding officer, so we don’t have to listen to-” Big Macintosh just glowered at him. The Captain gulped. “…Orders received. Moving out…” The Captain whimpered as the tanks began falling back to the Equestrian line.
Big Macintosh sat down next to her. “Truth be told… I’ve never really given it that much thought. I guess you and I are in the same boat. We’re both super-weapons designed to kill entire armies in a short period of time. We just seem to have different mindsets. I want to end the war with as little loss of life as possible, and you want to wipe out my species.”
“You’re a fool.” Kito shook her head. “Ponies are soft and weak. You haven’t had to deal with the hardships and predators that we have in my homeland. Showing mercy can get you killed. Only the strong deserve to survive.”
“Is that you talking? Or is that what they told you to think?” asked Big Macintosh. “Before the war, I would’ve never dreamed of taking the life of another. How did you get that mindset?”
“It is what I was taught as I was grown,” said Kito “That ponykind was a blight upon the world and must be destroyed, and that my only purpose in life was to crush your civilizations beneath my hooves.”
“I was told the same thing in boot camp. That zebras were inherently inferior and should be exterminated. Destroying your opponent's Equinity makes it easier for one to shoot them.” Big Macintosh sighed. “I’m sure my commanders are furious for me even talking to you. If it were up to them, you and your army would all be dead by now.”
Kito sighed. “The commanders are disgusted by me. They never meet with me without a massive military escort to protect them, for all the good it would have done them. They’re terrified of what I am, genetically impure, mutated flesh in the shape of a zebra. They hate the fact that I even exist.”
“Impure flesh?” Big Macintosh asked. “How so? You look nice to me.”
Kito blushed. “I was grown from the genetic material of dozens of skilled zebra fighter and mixed with modified genes designed to react to the effects of Poison Joke with massive growth. It was prohibitively expensive, and required very rare materials to prevent my body from breaking down into an organic soup. I don’t think they liked how much time and money they poured into me that could have been used on tanks or other weapons.”
“You’re a clone?” Big Macintosh asked.
“Technically correct. I was grown from a combination of several different zebras.” Said Kito “Why is this such a surprise? Is that not how you were created?”
Big Macintosh shook his head. “Enope. I’m a real pony. I’m nothing but genuine flesh and blood. Well, and having my genes modified to amplify my reaction to Poison Joke. I was a soldier in the army, and then I was shot and almost killed. I was put into cyrosleep.” Macintosh chuckled. “I woke up months later at over 100 times my previous size. I imagine I was very expensive too.”
“Heh!” Kito chuckled. “That would explain why you’re such a terrible killer. You haven’t the mindset. I was always this size, my enemies were nothing but faceless bugs to me. You’ve had to look your enemy in the eye.”
“Well I guess you have, too.” Big Macintosh smiled. “With us talking like we are.”
Kito’s eyes flashed with anger. “No!” She crushed an abandoned tank until its steel hull collapsed. "We are not bonding!" she bellowed. “The war is my purpose! It is my sole reason for being! Ponies are inherently inferior, and have no right to exist!” In an instant Kito attacked, seizing Big Macintosh’s hoof with hers and twisting it viciously. Big Macintosh fell to the ground and gave a grunt as Kito delivered a flurry of vicious kicks to his ribs.
The Equestrian Army let loose a volley of artillery fire, which slammed into the back of the giant zebra. Kito spun around in a rage and slammed her hooves into the tanks with such force that several flipped over. Dozens of ponies screamed as Kito raised her hooves over the battalion. A few crushed trees fell from her hooves and smashed into the ground, crushing or disabling a few tanks. “You insects, I’ll crush you!” she snarled.
But just as she was about to slam her hooves down on the terrified soldiers, Big Macintosh grasped her mane with his teeth and pulled her backwards, out of reach of the tiny soldiers. "Run, boys! I’ll hold her off!" Big Macintosh said through a mouthful of zebra hair.
Kito gave a buck of her powerful hips, causing Big Macintosh to release his hold on her. “You miserable waste of flesh!” She yelled, scooping up a tank and flinging it at Big Macintosh. Dozens of screaming ponies were caught up in the flurry of hooves, Big Macintosh had to do something to distract her. He charged at the zebra head on, weaving and dodging the flung vehicles.
But Kito was prepared for his charge, as Big Macintosh approached her she leaped over him and plunged a hoof directly into his scar. Big Macintosh collapsed to the ground, sending up a cloud of dust and covering his army’s retreat.
Kito looked down at Big Macintosh’s body. "I’m going to kill you!" she snarled. "You and all ponykind will be ground into paste beneath my hooves! I will fulfill my purpose!"
"And what do you think is going to happen once you do? Do you think your leaders are going to just let an aberration like you roam freely?" Big Macintosh countered, holding his hooves up to block her blows. "No. You know they’ll get rid of you like an unwanted puppy. This is a lose-lose scenario for both of us. There’s no reason for us to fight."
With a deafening shriek, Kito leaped upon Big Macintosh. He raised his hooves to deflect the assault, but Kito caught Big Macintosh’s legs and easily avoided his attempts to block her attack. Kito landed right on his chest and placed her hoof directly of top the Equestrian’s windpipe, pushing down with all her might.
Big Macintosh kicked struggled, but Kito continued holding him down. Big Macintosh could feel adrenaline filling his body. His struggles grew more and more frantic. In desperation he placed his forehooves against the forehoof Kito was standing on and pushed up with all his might, shoving the zebra off of him. Big Macintosh stood up, pumped full of adrenaline and gasping for breath. He immediately slammed his full body weight into Kito, pushing her to the ground. Kito’s eyes widened as Big Macintosh reared up over her head… and kissed her.
Kito was completly stunned. Big Macintosh could have killed her right there, yet he still held back. The pony’s lips were soft and wet. They pressed firmly against her own lips. Kito felt a warm, pleasant stirring within her nethers. "NO!" she cried and pushed Big Macintosh off of her. “You… you reprobate!”
Big Macintosh staggered backwards with a gentle smile plastered across his muzzle. Kito was just sitting in shock. Looking at her wet nethers as if they were secreting a foul, septic material.
Big Macintosh gasped for air. "Whew…" he sighed, sweat dripping from his mane. “That was a close one. You almost got me that time.”
Kito looked up at the pony "I thought I felt something… When you kissed me…”
“I felt it, too.” Big Macintosh grinned. “That emotions called love… or at least mutual lust. You get it when you look at others as having value.”
Bewildered, Kito looked down between Big Macintosh’s legs, and to her disgust she saw his huge penis dangling free of its sheath, slowly erecting before her eyes and oozing a slick coating of precum. She stood up and scowled. "You filthy, contemptible wretch...Your reproductive organs are…They've become...”
“I know.” Big Macintosh smiled and leaned in for another kiss. Kito felt heat rushing to her face and her ears prickling. She could have shoved him away in an instant, but found the sensation strangely endearing.
Big Macintosh’s already massive penis was growing larger and harder. Kito found she couldn’t take her eyes off of it. She locked eyes with Big Macintosh. "You undomesticated animal!"
“Speak for yourself.” Big Macintosh gestured towards her wet nethers. “You seem to like it as well.”
Kito blushed.
Big Macintosh slowly lowered his head and dragged his tongue across Kito’s striped neck. She sniffed his dirty orange mane as he did. "Stop it!" Kito said softly. “We’re supposed to be enemies.”
"Make me." Big Macintosh smiled facitiously.
With a repressed war cry, Kito jumped on top of Big Macintosh again. The giant pony didn’t resist at all. He spread his legs wide and chuckled. “You gonna finish me off this time?” he grinned.
“I-I…" Kito stammered "I... Don’t feel like it…” Kito blushed even harder. “B-but you’re my prisoner now! So no funny stuff, okay!?” A wave of paralyzing energy swept through Kito’s body as she felt Big Macintosh’s erection rub against her quivering marehood. Every muscle in her body tensed at once. She fell to her knees, practically drooling in lust. “W-what is wrong with my body?”
“I’m guessing you’ve never made love before?” Big Macintosh chuckled.
“No…” Kito gulped “It is an unnecessary waste of energy that could be used in the war effort…” Big Macintosh just paused, smiling softly at her. “But don’t stop…” she finished.
Kito trembled as Big Macintosh kissed her again, this time with true passion behind it. Kito started kissing Big Macintosh back as well, her body rocking from side to side, grinding her crotch against Macintosh’s erection. After a few passionate moments, Kito broke free from the kiss and placed her hooves on Macintosh’s shoulders, gently pushing him to the dirt. Abandoned vehicles crumbled unnoticed beneath his back.
“I feel… nice.” Kito sighed, as Big Macintosh gently nuzzled her.
"I think it's time for us to surrender." Big Macintosh said softly.
Kito huffed. "I can’t just abandon my purpo-...Oh!" Kito moaned as she felt the throbbing stallionhood vibrating against her slick vagina. “By the stars…”
"MMmm, oh Celestia!" Big Macintosh groaned as his head found itself . Kito was for all intents and purposes a virgin. So he had to be careful. As he slowly penetrated her warm, soft flesh with his tip, he had to resist the urge to wildly buck his hips around. His legs wriggled from the pure bliss coursing through his massive cock. His plump balls had become incredibly aroused, and began to churn out hundreds of gallons of thick, virile cum, which stimulated his sensitive cock as his masculine juices oozed to the tip of his member.
Kito moaned as Big Macintosh slowly fed yard after yard of himself into her quivering marehood. "Oh...Macintosh…, this is wonderful!" she gave the closest thing to a genuine smile he had seen from her.
Big Macintosh purred at the sensation of having his member squeezed by her hot, silky insides. It was a wonderful feeling, and caused him to involuntarily shudder, squeezing himself inside her a little faster than he meant to. “Nngh..." Kito grunted in discomfort.
“Sorry.” Big Macintosh blushed. “I’ll try to be more careful.”
“No. It’s fine…” Kito gulped. “I’m a warrior… I can handle it…”
Big Macintosh continued, he slowly pushed in further, sending his stallionhood deeper inside her cavernous cunt. He could feel her becoming tighter and tighter, and let out a groan.
"Mmmmhh...!" Kito purred and groaned. Foot after foot was pushed deeper and deeper inside her, massaging her tight, sensitive virgin insides. As she got used to the sensation, she gently pushed back against Macintosh’s crotch, helping him slide in even deeper, all while working her powerful muscles to squeeze his erection even more tightly. At last, Big Macintosh was able to slide all 100 feet into Kito’s tight vagina. Big Macintosh’s hips began to instinctively buck back and forth, allowing his massive member to slide back and forth against Kito’s magnificent lips. Gallons of precum flowed forth from their sexes, allowing their thrusts to become smoother and smoother.
"Is it supposed… to do that?” Kito shuddered. She could really feel the intensity of his cock inside of her now, throbbing happily in response to the tight squeezes and intense warmth surrounding them, already oozing more pre.
“Yup.” Big Macintosh grunted. "That means we're building up to the crescendo."
"MMmm...it does feel rather nice." she gently bit her lip, starting to slowly buck her hips back and forth, sliding Macintosh’s member in and out of her snug orifice at more and more speed. Big Macintosh could not contain himself much longer. The warmth that enveloped his massive penis was amazing, something he’d never dreamed of. He was fucking a giant zebra in front of the entire Equestrian army. Millions of tiny soldiers watched on as he pounded his cock harder and harder into Kito. Though normally quite meek, Big Macintosh simply ignored the tiny onlookers. At that moment, nothing mattered to him but making sure Kito was fully satisfied with him.
Given the look on her face, Macintosh’s concerns were unnecessary. She found him impossible to resist. With a low moan she began to thrust her hips, feeling bursts of intense delight coursing through her very being each time his great shaft pushed inward. Warm breath blasted from her nostrils, mingling with Macintosh’s. The two passionately rubbed their muzzles together and began feverishly kissing as their thrusts grew more eager and more powerful. Their combined mass of their writhing great bodies created tremors that could be felt throughout the battlefield. Abandoned bunkers collapsed, guard towers crumbled to the ground, the fragile glass lens in sniper rifles cracked from the echo of the two giants' impassioned moans. Kito felt as if she was no longer in control of her own body. Her massive hips rocked in a powerful, repetitive rhythm, driving Big Macintosh’s throbbing cock further and further into her body, each thrust sending stars across her eyes. She felt an upwelling rising inside of her, an unstoppable tension between her legs, and then an explosion of pleasure that unleashed a deafening howl from her throat.
Big Macintosh also let out a primal cry as he felt his cock erupt a volcano of cum inside Kito's sensitive insides. His virulent balls buzzed with joy as the zebra's flank smacked against her own, all while her well-textured pussy lips massaged the entirety of his hilt. The geyser of cum felt warm inside of Kito’s tight cunt, causing her to screamed in pleasure as she orgasmed for the first time in her life. Her already tight muscles clenched and spasmed around Big Macintosh’s erupting cock, milking it for every ounce of gratification she could.
At last Kito collapsed. The sound of their orgasm continued to echo around the battlefield for several seconds as their enourmous bodies settled down. Big Macintosh felt Kito collapse on his chest. He just smiled as slowed his breathing as he rubbed his hoof against her mane. The warmth that had started in Kito’s marehood seemed to be filling her entire body now, maybe even her soul. She slowly opened her eyes to see Big Macintosh’s smiling face. She was far too tired to consider moving. She just lay there atop his chest. "Am I… your prisoner now?" she asked softly.
“Enope.” Big Macintosh panted. “I’m done with the war. I’m tired of fighting. I’ve got far too much blood of my hooves as it is. The war is over for us." he smiled. “No more fighting.”
“But what will we do?” asked Kito. “Without the war…?”
Big Macintosh shrugged. “We'll go and look around in the remote countryside to find someplace to settle. If huge dragons manage to find a place to live, I’m certain we can as well. Maybe a deserted island, or outside a small town without too many people, or even the Everfree Forest. Just someplace where we can get away from it all…”
Kito cocked her head. "I don’t understand. The war is our purpose for being, is it not?"
Big Macintosh kissed her lightly on the nose. "No. The purpose of our being is to be. There's going to be no place for us once the war is over. Even if you were to kill me and destroy Equestria, they’d have you terminated as soon as possible.”
Kito sighed. She said nothing, but she knew the pony was right. Her own commanders despised her very presence. She knew she was just a tool being used to destroy Equestria, but she had never questioned it, as it was the only purpose she knew.
"And frankly, that would be very upsetting to me." Big Macintosh chuckled.
“Why?” asked Kito.
Big Macintosh blushed. “Because I love you…” he said bluntly.
Kito gave him a smile, a real smile. “I love you, too. I think, these emotions are confusing."
"You'll get used to them" Big Macintosh hugged her. "It'll probably take you a while though."
"But what about our nations? Are you not concerned that they’ll wipe each other out?”
“I am.” Said Big Macintosh “For peace to happen, we both need to realize the love and kindness in each other. And I think we’ve given a big example of that to a lot of people today.”
Kito looked around her and saw millions of pairs of eyeballs watching them, from both armies. She gave a terrified yelp, which Big Macintosh found positively adorable. “Um… hi…” She sheepishly waved her hoof at the zebra army, eliciting several privates to wave back.
Big Macintosh slowly stood up, and Kito followed suit. “There is no reason for us to be enemies.” Macintosh spoke to the two armies. “If we put our differences beside us, we are both intelligent, thinking beings, worthy of respect.” The two armies looked at each other across the war-ruined wasteland that had once been a beautiful Equestrian forest, ruined by the war. “I cannot make you stop fighting. Nor can I end the war on my own.”Big Macintosh continued. “But I ask y’all to think for a second, and ask ‘what am I really fighting for?’ That is all. Thank you.”
The two giants slowly exited the battlefield, being careful to make sure no one was caught underhoof. There had been enough death for one day. The two armies just stared in awe.
As they reached the base of the hills, Kito froze. “Something wrong?” asked Big Macintosh.
No.” sighed Kito “It’s just… now that I have abandoned the war, I don’t know what to do.” Kito said nervously. “What is my purpose? How do I 'be'?”
“I think you’ll have to figure that out on your own.” Big Macintosh smiled. “That’s the point of being, to choose.”
Kito ran up the hill to meet him and nuzzled his dirty, orange mane, “Do you think we’ve stopped the war?” she asked.
“Enope.” said Big Macintosh. “The trains movin’ too fast for even something like this to stop it.”
“Oh…” Kito looked down in disappointment.
“But we’ve planted the seeds of peace, and as a farmer, I know the only thing we can do now is wait for them to come up next season.” As they headed up to the hills, Big Macintosh looked back and saw members of the two armies walking towards the no-ponies land to talk. There was no shooting, no hostility, just talking and laughing, as if they respected each other’s equity again.
The two giants smiled as they headed over the hills. Kito nuzzled Big Macintosh's orange mane and smiled. He returned the sentiment. The two armies were cheering behind them. There was hope for peace yet...
