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Big Mac’s hoofsteps echoed through the hollow town as he entered. The silence of everything was eerie and unnerving. That was to say nothing of the populace being seemingly replaced by lifeless replicant mannequins.

He thought back to fluttershy and grimaced. He couldn’t believe that he just did that. He used his crush like some kind of sex doll in a completely serendipidous manner. But… on the other hoof… why not? Everypony was basically dead but also immortal. He was the only one who would ever die now and when he did, so would all life, consciousness and entropy. He would leave behind a ghost universe, immutable and inert, a monument to existence never to be witnessed again but always there. The thought made his head hurt. Was he a god now or was everyone else? If Big Mac was the only thing that could feel want, then Big Mac was the only thing that mattered. The world as he knew it was gone, along with rules, norms, etiquette and every pony construct. If there was only one being in existence, how could right and wrong exist? He was the new center of the universe and everything he did regardless of purpose was justified by virtue of his being the only will. He resolved to stop worrying about such things.

Feeling hungry, Big Mac wandered into the next food purveyor to cross his path, which happened to be Sugarcube Corner. He pushed through the door and was greeted with the smell of freshly baked pastries. He thought it odd that he could still smell things with time stopped because what he didn't comprehend was that scent is just tiny airborne particles that would now stay suspended in the air for as long as it took him to come by and sniff them. They’d be there ad infinitum after he was dead just as everything else.

Big Mac went over to the racks and without thought began munching on anything and everything in sight. He stuffed his face with three cupcakes at once, then took a single bite of a chocolate eclair and a sugar cookie before putting them back with the rest of their kind, not because he didn’t like them but because he could.

Pinkie Pie stood hunched over the counter, front hooves hanging over the edge, a crazed grin on her face as she appeared to engage with a customer making a purchasing decision. Big Mac stepped behind the counter with her, licking the frosting from a bundt cake he had ringed around one foreleg. He casually brushed aside her pink poofy tail to reveal her plot. He immediately became hard again at the sight of her pristeen slit and the thought that there was absolutely nothing stopping him from plowing it right here and now while she was working her job.

Big Mac slapped the remainder of the bundt cake on the countertop and stood on two legs, guiding his cock with one hoof. He teased apart the lips of her entrance with his tip and began to push his way inside. He shifted and wiggled to try and get deeper but it was difficult when she wasn't wet. He didn't want to just give up but it was too much friction to be enjoyable. This could be easily remedied though, thought Big Mac. He pulled his tip out of the party pony and entered the kitchen, his throbbing erection bouncing with each step.

The Cakes were working in the back. Mrs. Cake was about to retrieve a pie from the oven while Mr. Cake stood by, with a crying baby in each foreleg. Big Mac gave Mrs. Cake's plump ass a loud spank as he walked by. Maybe later he’d hit that. The thought of fucking her while her husband stood right next to them sounded inexplicably arousing somehow, a concept he'd never once pondered before.

Big Mac rummaged around in the cupboards until he found a tub of cooking grease. He popped the top off and scooped out a glob with his hoof. Then he slathered the substance up and down his aching length until every inch was lubed and slippery.

On the way back to the front, he found a wedding cake sitting in an open box. He picked it up and carried it back to Pinkie Pie, setting it down next to her on the counter.

This time when he prodded her lower lips, he slid right in all the way down. He sighed in ecstasy as he hilted himself in her. He pulled back and slammed into her full bore. Then again and again, taking full advantage of Pinkie being braced securely over an unmovable counter.

He bent down and buried his face in the wedding cake, wolfing it down, continuing to thrust roughly into her depths as he did. His form was sloppy in both tasks and under normal conditions it would add up to a subpar experience but somehow carelessly rutting Pinkie Pie while devouring a cake made specifically for somepony else's special day had a magic sort of synergy that accentuated the experience. The liberation of becoming a wild animal driven only by impulse and desecrating two things at the same time just because he felt like it gave him a high that he never believed possible. It was like he'd never known the real him.

Big Mac grunted and shuttered as he came deep within Pinkie Pie. He stayed inside her until he finished the rest of the cake and licked the remaining frosting from his muzzle.

Feeling somewhat sick from eating so many sweets, he left Pinkie there, the same insane expression upon her face. Somehow He was unable to gauge whether looking her in the face would have killed his hardon or added to the novelty.

Big Mac wandered into the market and sat down on a bench to wait for his stomach to feel better. He spied his abandoned apple cart and Dr. Hooves standing nearby, the last pony he'd conversed with. On the ground was a strange shadow without origin. It looked like a Big Mac-shaped scorch mark.

"Oh, that's where Ah left ya," he mumbled, somewhat tickled by the strange sight.

He couldn't fix that stopwatch, at least not without instructions and replacement parts, but maybe the doctor's lab had something that could help him fix the universe. Complete freedom was nice and all for a time but this world felt haunting and he found the thought of never speaking with his friends and family again devastating as the reality began to sink in.

Big Mac planted a kiss on Bon-Bon’s lips in front of Lyra on his way to the lab then he turned back around and kissed Lyra too before departing. He’d never even spoken to them. It was strange to have a one-sided kiss but not entirely joyless. Six out of ten.

At Hooves' lab, it didn’t take long for Big Mac to realize he was completely out of his element. The place was kept in organized chaos. Stacks of papers and strange half finished gizmos littered a massive workbench. Schematics and charts hung overlapping one another upon every wall. He began rummaging through drawers and cabinets, finding tools he’d never seen before and reams of data files. He must have been there for hours, scanning over every piece of paper, every word in every title. He found a few pages which he believed pertained to the device and even a rough blueprint, but they were all written in fancy science talk and equations with letters where numbers should be. Frustrated, he found himself a dictionary and desperately tried to translate the documents but it was no use. His brain just didn’t have the framework for any of this.

Big Mac buried his face in his hooves. “Ah wish Ah knew more ‘bout this sorta stuff.” He flopped down on the desk and began to sob. "Ah ruined everything!"