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Big Mac opened his eyes to see the sun shining brightly into his window. He gasped and shot upright in terror. He'd never woken up so late before. The alarm didn't go off. Why didn't anyone wake him? The animals… he needed… What about school for Apple Bloom? Mind reeling with panic, he rolled over in bed. Swinging his legs frantically over the side. In his careless haste, he knocked his bedside table off kilter.

"Ouch," he cried, stumbling to his hooves. He heard a crunch and then saw his alarm clock tumbling slowly in the air, floating in a downward trajectory. He grabbed the clock and pulled it close. The face said 1:48.

“What in the…” He looked down to see a smashed stopwatch in pieces on the floor. “Eeeeeeee…” The wheels turned slowly in Big Mac’s head until suddenly he realized what had just happened. “Shit,” he breathed. “Th- that can’t be.” He looked back at the clock which hadn’t moved the entire time he was asleep, nor had the sun. Did he even sleep? He sure felt like he had. “This ain’t real,” he muttered, letting the alarm clock float to the ground. He sat on his haunches and tried to scrape up the stopwatch but it was pulverized, irreparable. A cascade of broken glass and bent gears poured out of the face. His eyes widened in horror. He got up and rushed out the door, hurrying down the stairs. “Ap- Applejack,” he called, his voice dying in his throat. He turned into the kitchen and saw Applejack still in her blanket at the table, still sick, still scowling like she’d just remembered the worst thing somepony ever called her. The red stallion rubbed his face in his hooves and went outside. There was no birdsong, crowing, lowing, clucking or any of the other farm sounds he’d heard every day of his life. All was still. there wasn’t even a breeze.

Big Mac hung his forelegs over the pig pen where all the pigs were motionless, looking like filthy lawn ornaments. “Welp… Now what?” He was trapped. So was everyone else… forever. The entire universe was broken forever because he stepped on a stopwatch. The animals would never need to be fed. Seeds would never need to be planted or watered. The barn would never need to be fixed. He never needed to work again, forever. It was something he could hardly conceptualize. The world had basically ended but he was still here.

“Guess Ah’ll go to town?” he shrugged, leaving the fence. There must be something to do with no work for the rest of his life, he thought. Even if everything’s stopped. Somehow he felt less panic from breaking the universe than he had thinking he woke up late. It was just one of those problems like waiting too long to pour your cement or burning a pie. What are ya gonna do?

On his way down the old dirt road he’d traveled a million times, Big Mac noticed something even more strange. He stopped and looked underneath himself. Then he raised one hoof, waving it above the ground. He was no longer casting a shadow. It was as if he wasn’t even there. He didn’t know what it meant. It felt like a bad omen.

Big Mac took the detour to Fluttershy’s cottage where Fluttershy was standing outside stock-still. As he neared the butter yellow pegas, he found her planted before a flock of perched songbirds. Her face was expressive, eyes closed but mouth open wide. She must have been singing with the birds. Big Mac stroked her mane softly with one hoof and sighed longingly. He’d never find love or have any sort of relationship with anypony ever again for that matter. He stared uncomfortably into Fluttershy’s gaping mouth. It was just there, open forever almost like it was waiting for something. It would be so easy to just… Intrusive fantasies of Fluttershy began to flood his mind and blood quickly rushed to his loins where he felt a tightness growing.

Big Mac swallowed, unable to look away from Fluttershy’s inviting maw or dismiss the lewd visions. When he did tear his eyes away, he looked down to see that his erection was already at full mast. Instinctively he blushed and looked around, wishing to hide his shame but quickly realized that he was as good as invisible. He took a deep breath and glanced back at Fluttershy. Biting his lip in apprehension, he placed a hoof atop her head and coaxed it lower. Although it took a bit more effort than what it would in real time, her body was poseable. He pushed her head down until it was level with her back. Then he tilted her chin up a bit, making sure to keep her mouth wide open. Before he knew what he was doing, he’d already mounted her face and thrust his cock straight down her throat, his balls slamming into the tip of her muzzle.

“F-fuck,” he breathed. His body trembled in pleasure as the sudden warm wetness snugly caressed his entire length. He groaned, wrapping his forelegs around Fluttershy’s barrel as he began to pump forcefully in and out of her mouth. She wouldn't gag or even need air. He could just go to town on her face without a care in the world.

No tune or beautiful lyrics, only wet squelching noises emanated from behind Fluttersy’s lips now. Big Mac breathed heavily as he moved one hoof to her throat. He could feel her esophagus flaring and contracting with every push as his fat member filled it to capacity. He moved his foreleg back, squeezing her tight around the midsection as his thrusts became faster and faster. He could feel every contour of the veiny underside of his dick gliding across Fluttershy’s tongue and suddenly he reached his peak.

Big Mac rammed his cock down her gullet as far as it would go and blasted his seed deep inside. He quickly withdrew from her mouth, panting. Fluttershy held the new pose as his dick popped out and collapsed slowly back into its sheath. Her eyes were still closed and her expression still looked cheerful but her beautiful pink mane was tousled and her stomach was full of Big Mac’s cum. After his release, he felt ashamed and fearful. He looked away from her and slunk away into Ponyville like a scared dog.