Late in the afternoon, feeling a bit hungry, Big Mac goes through the cooler. He finds some uncooked ground beef; he eats a large chunk out of the uncooked meat, and says, "This tastes weird." He sits for a while, staring at the rotten beef. He then takes his hooves and slowly molds a pony out of it. He then heads off to help Applejack collect apples.
So, very late into the night, with a major snowstorm rocking the front door back and forth, Big Mac prepares his surprise for Applejack inside the barn, while she is out in the snow collecting apples in preparation for the hibernation season.
Big Mac digs through an old toolbox to find a good set of tools for the surprise, he finds a blowtorch, and an old dirty electric sander.
"Perfect!" He exclaims.
He plugs the sander into the wall for preparation and starts the torch. Opening a closet, he finds a broom with a metal stick that is rusted, and a bit old. He breaks off the rod and sticks the end of it in front of the torch.
The torch slowly turns the metal red hot, visibly smoking. The heat waves the air around it, with a distinct corroded metal burning smell. Big Mac smells the rod and shivers to himself in excitement.
Big Mac cracks a smirk and says to himself, "This is too perfect."
Applejack is heard walking back, with the crunching of the snow echoing closer. Big Mac hides the surprise as soon as he can, in the corner between two walls. She walks through the barn door, tripping over a bottle of anti-freeze as she does so.
Stumbling, she slams a basket of frozen apples onto the ground, some cracking a bit from the force. She steps on and crushes the meat pony, saying,
"Yuck, what's this?"
Big Mac sees this and grumbles nonsense to himself.
"Why didn't you help me out there? It's freezing!" She screams, to him.
"Well, I've been setting something up while you've been gone." He replies.
"Alright, whatever it is, it must be SOOOO important if it meant you stayed inside the whole time." She sarcastically answers back.
"Yes, it's quite important, actually." He says.
"Well, you seemed to have been doing a whole lot of nothing, everything is the same as it was when I left." She replies.
"Well, I'm going back outside to find more apples, I don't think what we have in this basket here will be enough for the whole winter season." Applejack opens the barn door and walks back outside, tripping over the anti-freeze bottle once more.
"Big Mac move this gosh darn bottle before I hurt myself on it!" She yells and slams the barn door shut.
Big Mac relights the torch and puts the rod back against it. He puts a new sanding head on the sander. Quickly, he tests out the sander on the rod to try to remove the rust, but it flies into his eyes. Crying out in pain, he runs to an extremely cold water pool to wash his eyes out.
The cold water shocks Big Mac, and he stays under for a good 15 seconds. Eyes red and gasping for air, he races back to the rod. He checks the temperature of it, and half of it is bright red.
It begins to become windy, to the point where some old wood at the top of the barn is snapping off. The plank hits Big Mac on the forehead, he starts to get more enraged by it. Snow is starting to blow Into the barn and begins to get colder. He now has fully decided what he will do.
Applejack comes back to the barn and opens the door, tripping on the anti-freeze once more on her way inside. After closing the door, she shivers a bit. She says "Why is it so cold in here
now?" She slams down the new basket of apples onto the floor.
"Darn it, Big Mac, I told you to move that bottle of an-, oh my what happened your eyes, and why is your face all wet?" She shouts, concerningly.
He says "I had a little accident while setting something up"
Applejack replies "Oh dear, be careful next time..."
Applejack grabs a stack of hay and wraps it around herself like a blanket. She goes to her bed, collapsing onto it.
"Unnnnnnnngghhh" She moans, in exhaustion.
She looks back at Big Mac's surprise and says "Hey, what do you plan on doing with a glowing rod and a sander? That could start a fire!"
Grinning, he says, "Oh, you'll see."
She mumbles to herself, "Mm alright…"
The majority of the rod is glowing red, except for about 6 inches on the opposing end. The torch runs out of fuel and spurts out its last bit of flame. Big Mac knew, at this moment, it was time.
Big Mac walks up to her and throws a hoof at her.
She gets pounded a few times before she tries to fight back.
He grabs a moldy iron bucket and slams it on her forehead, she briefly passes out. Big Mac pulls Applejack out of bed, pins her to the wall and grabs the moldy sander.
The slamming against the wall wakes her back up, and as she gets her bearings she shouts, "Uhm, Big Mac, you're scaring me!"
With a wide, sadistic smile, he proceeds to turn on the sander, the mold proceeding to shoot off in many different directions. He attempts to apply it to her eyes while she snaps them shut. Determined, Big Mac continues to sand through her eyelids, mangling them in the process. The sander grinds up against her eyes, as they become a shaved pulpy mess. All the while Applejack squeals in pain, squirming to break free.
Big Mac grabs the metal stick, and takes its hot end, shoving it deep down Applejack's throat. He begins to push down on the rod, twisting it violently. She is visibly choking and gagging, while her belly noticeably churns and burns. He rips the rod back out of her mouth and she pukes this almost molten-like vomit. As he lets go of her, she falls to the floor and groans in pain, holding her stomach and feeling for her eyes. he takes a roll of rope and drags her back to the bed, as she kicks and tries to break free, though she knows in the back of her mind, she is too blinded to know where to go.
He throws her onto the bed and ties her limbs to each respective corner, so tight that she's suspended in the air. She kicks and squirms but she can’t break free. He takes a pair of dirty and dusty hedge clippers and uses a screwdriver to take off one side of it. As the side drops, a cloud of dust fills the air. Using the other end of the clippers as a knife, he slowly cuts away at her skin; she screams and wails and pain, but she can't do anything. After about a minute of him cutting away at her skin, she starts to get weak.
She forces out in a faint, scratchy voice, “Why…?”
“You shouldn't have disturbed the MeatPony” He replies, with a smirk on his face.
Her blood loss starts to catch up to her, and her heart starts slowing down, as she passes out. Big Mac takes her hide of skin and fur and wraps it around himself like a blanket.
He takes her meaty remains and begins to chow down on them. Ravenously, he eats most of her legs before he begins to vomit bloody meat onto her corpse, followed by him passing out into a coma.
Author's Note
Make sure to sand with your friends, too! Its a fun pastime that many can enjoy!
