Were-Mare

by Spider-Mane Noir

Rating: everyone
Tags: Spike, Random, Twilight Sparkle, Big Macintosh, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Drama
Length: 1356

Big Macintosh has fallen under a curse and only one pony can help him

Big Macintosh has been left alone to watch the farm while his family is out of town. It looks like its going to be a boring couple of weeks. But then, he undergoes a terrible transformation and only one pony can help him fix it.

(takes place before season 8)

Published 2018-11-29 06:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2021-03-29 02:41:37 UTC

Sudden Metamorphosis

“Bye Big Mac!” Called Applebloom, waving to her brother. She, Applejack, and Granny Smith were headed off on a two-week trip to Appaloosa and Big Macintosh had been chosen to stay behind to look after the farm. He waved back as their train chugged off. As it disappeared he turned and trotted back to Sweet Apple Acres.

Most of Big Mac’s chores were done for the day, so he considered what he might do with the little daylight that remained. About an hour later the last bushel of apples was loaded into the barn and he headed into town. Maybe he could grab a hayburger or something while it was still light enough to see. He rounded a corner past Dr. Whooves’ workshop and crashed into a small purple dragon carrying a stack of tools and parts nearly twice his size.

“Ow! Oh hey Big Mac,” said Spike, crawling out of the pile of junk

“Ya need help with that?” asked Big Mac, gesturing towards the collection of machine parts.

“Sure! Thanks!” replied Spike, relieved to have some help.

“So, what’s all this for?” Macintosh inquired as they turned down the road to the castle his friend called home.

“Twilight’s working on another project and she sent me out to get more supplies,” the dragon answered with a hint of irritation in his voice, “She’s been up for like two days and refuses to take a break. You know how she gets when she’s obsessed.”

“Eeyup.” Applejack acted similarly when she was stressed. Eventually the two of them reached the castle and Spike took back the machinery he’d been sent to collect.

“Thanks for the help Big Mac! I should probably get back to Twilight before she blows herself up or something.”

Big Mac turned to leave and realized that the sun was much lower than he’d expected.

“No time fer that hayburger then Ah guess,” He decided to head home and turn in early. Tomorrow would be busy without the others to help.

Luna’s moonlight was shining in through the window. It was early fall so Big Mac had left it partially open and a light wind was blowing into the room. A little after midnight Mac awoke to a mild discomfort in his stomach. It felt like something he’d eaten earlier was trying to come back up. He got up and headed to the bathroom down the hall as the feeling of nausea began to increase.

“Hrrrk!” he put a hoof to his belly as he stepped up to the toilet. Mentally he was grateful that Granny had finally consented to indoor plumbing, so he didn’t have to clean up the henhouse outside his window tomorrow. After heaving his guts out, he felt a bit better. Assuming the worst was over he turned away and began to wonder what he could have eaten to make himself sick.

“Ah guess it’s a good thing Ah didn’t… “

“Aaaargh!” Big Mac fell to the floor suddenly racked with pain. His insides twisted and mashed like he was being run through a juicer. With a sickening crunch, the bones in his limbs reformed and his muscles warped as his body slowly altered itself. He tried call for help, in the vain hope that somepony, Anypony, would be near enough to do something. But no words came out, replaced by a choking sound as his throat constricted and his muzzle compressed. His whole face felt like it was being pressed inwards.

Finally, after nearly five minutes of pain and thrashing about on the floor, it suddenly ended. For a short while Big Mac just lay there, drenched in sweat and gasping for air. Eventually he tried to stand. His first attempt ended with a collision with the floor but another try saw him up on his, admittedly shaky, hooves. Something felt off as he staggered out of the bathroom. He reached up a hoof to open the door (he’d closed it out of habit) and froze. Extending from Big Mac’s body was a limb far too slender to be his. He lowered his leg and shook his head to try and clear his mind. Suddenly he noticed movement in the room with him. He turned his head in the direction of the motion only to see nothing but his own reflection in the mirror. He stared for about two seconds… and then passed out.

Big Macintosh couldn’t have said how long he was unconscious for. It could have been minutes, or it could have been hours. His entire body trembling, he stood up once more, and once more he looked in the mirror. There, staring back at him, was the unmistakable face of a mare. He turned his head, so did she.

“What the buck,” He said in a whisper, trying to comprehend what he was seeing. Big Mac’s head started to spin, and his breathing sped up.

“Oh, Celestia this ain’t happening,” a distinctly feminine voice came from his mouth.

“WAKE UP!” He cried while delivering a massive blow to his face with his forelimb. But this accomplished nothing but leaving a bruise.

“What the hay do Ah do?” The stallion, now mare, sat on the floor desperately trying to think of some sort of explanation for her predicament.

“Ah know! Twilight… Twilight’ll know what ta do!” If anypony could figure out what was going on and how to fix it, it was the princess!

About ten minutes later a loud knocking was heard at the door of the Castle of Friendship. After a moment the it was answered by a very worn-out looking Spike. Outside was a red earth-pony mare he didn’t recognize.

“Spike! Thank Celestia!” The mare cried out in relief, “Ah need Twilight’s help!”
The young dragon rubbed his eyes and groaned.

“Miss, the Princess is kinda busy right now. Could it wait until tomorrow?” he grinned hopefully.

“Spike, it’s me! It’s Big Mac! Ah got turned inta a mare!” The strange pony said, completely seriously. Spikes eyes widened, and an incredibly forced smile formed on his face.

“Riiight! Well, uh, ‘Big Mac’ you wait here and I’ll just go and tell Twilight right away,” With that he slammed the door and bolted it shut.

“Yeesh. What a wierdo,” Spike began to walk away, “I’ll have to tell Big Mac about this next time I see him.”

Suddenly from the other side of the door came the sound of a muffled voice.

“Wait! Spike Ah’m serious, it really me! Ah can prove it”

“Uh huh.” He muttered, not even looking back.

“Remember that time we were playin’ Ogres and Oubliettes and yah drank Discord’s cider by accident?”

Spike froze. How did she…?

“Remember what yah said about Rarity? Yah said that…,” Before the sentence could be completed Spike zoomed to the door and slammed his claw over her mouth.

“Okay! Okay! I believe you! Just please stop!”

“So what happened?” Spike and Big Mac were walking down one of the castles many hallways to Twilight Sparkle’s laboratory.

“Ah don’t really know,” Mac replied slowly, still getting used to the sound of his own voice, “That’s why Ah need to see the princess.”

The two turned a corner to see a large metal door. As they approached it, it flew open with a burst of smoke. Out of the cloud stumbled a purple alicorn wielding a fire extinguisher and hacking up a lung.

“*cough* Spike! It didn’t work!” The Princess of Friendship brushed some soot out of her coat, “Oh, well! On to attempt number 234!” She smiled and turned to the young dragon and stopped.

“Um, Spike? Who is this?”

Author's Note

Hey guys, new story!
Let me know if you liked it! Let me know if you didn't like it!

Constructive criticism is always welcome!:derpytongue2:

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Author's Note

Hey guys, if anyone is watching this story still, I'm glad you liked it but I don't plan to continue it. If you're interested, I have started a similar story called Magical Filly Macintosh that I'm working on and I hope you enjoy.

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