Diamond Tiara’s Special Potion (aka WTF Did I Just Write?)

by debrecen

Rating: mature
Tags: Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Starlight Glimmer, Porn, Sex, Fetish, Comedy, Filthy Rich, Spoiled Rich, Horror, Profanity, Non-consensual, Big Macintosh, Violence, Diamond Tiara, Death
Length: 9830

Starlight Glimmer makes a powerful potion for Diamond Tiara to get back at her her mother, Spoiled Rich, causing things to get out of hoof fast.

Starlight Glimmer makes a powerful potion for Diamond Tiara to get back at her her mother, Spoiled Rich, causing things to get out of hoof fast.

The story's core idea about the potion was inspired by a request from superfun; however, I kind of took the ball and ran with it.

Please comment! I would love to hear your thoughts!

WARNING: This story contains elements of sexual content, non-con, rape, gore, violence, magic, emotional manipulation, anarcho-syndicalism, class-based vengeance, blackmail, voyeurism, murder, and other mature topics. Please be advised if you do not like or wish to read any of these things.

Please do not read this story if you are averse to the topics listed above under "Warning".

All of the characters in this story are ponies and are well above 18 years old in human years; likewise, the topics and content in this story should never be repeated in real life.

Published 2024-06-17 01:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2024-06-17 01:50:01 UTC

Part 1: A Potion, My Kingdom for a Potion!

Spoiled Rich paced back and forth in the grand foyer of their mansion, her voice echoing off the marble walls as she berated Diamond Tiara for her latest social faux pas.

"I can't believe you embarrassed us like that at the gala, Diamond Tiara! You're supposed to be my daughter, not a liability!" Spoiled Rich's voice dripped with disdain as she glared down at Diamond Tiara, who stood with her head held high despite the barrage of insults.

Diamond Tiara clenched her jaw, her patience wearing thin after years of this kind of treatment. "Oh, please, Mother. Like anyone even noticed me amidst your melodramatic antics with the Canterlot elite."

Spoiled Rich gasped, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "How dare you speak to me like that! I won't tolerate this insolence, especially not from you!"

Diamond Tiara matched her mother's glare with steely ire. "Maybe if you treated me like a daughter instead of a pawn in your social climbing game, we wouldn't be having this conversation."

Spoiled Rich scoffed, her voice rising in indignation. "I've given you everything, Diamond Tiara. I expect you to uphold our family's reputation and status, not drag it through the mud!"

Diamond Tiara took a step forward, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "All you care about is appearances! You don't care about me at all."

Spoiled Rich laughed bitterly. "You think I should care about your feelings? You're weak, Diamond Tiara. A disappointment…and the rich should never have to settle for disappointments."

That was it. The final straw.

Diamond Tiara's eyes blazed with fury. "You know what, Mother? I'd rather live with the yaks than in this household where I'm beaten down and abused every day!"

Spoiled Rich's eyes widened in disbelief, then narrowed into icy slits. "How dare you say such things to me! You ungrateful little—"

Diamond Tiara cut her off, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "I mean it, Mother. I've had enough of your overbearing ways. I'm done."

Spoiled Rich sneered, her composure cracking. "Fine! Go ahead and leave, Diamond Tiara. See how far you get without me."

Diamond Tiara's chest heaved with anger, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I'd rather take my chances alone than stay in this gilded cage you call a home."

Spoiled Rich's expression turned cold and calculating. "You're just like your father. Weak and spineless. No wonder he doesn’t want to spend time at home as much anymore, you are clearly the driving force behind all of that."

Those words hit Diamond Tiara like a physical blow. She staggered back, her heart breaking anew at the mention of her absent father. "You... you don't even care about me, do you? You never did. You’re really blaming me for this?"

Spoiled Rich waved a dismissive hoof. "Don't be ridiculous. Everything I've done, I've done for you. You just can't appreciate it."

Diamond Tiara shook her head, her voice trembling with emotion. "You've never cared about me. All you care about is yourself and your precious reputation."

Spoiled Rich turned away, her tone dismissive. "If you're so unhappy here, then leave. See if I care."

Diamond Tiara's vision blurred with tears, her voice cracking as she delivered her final barb. "Believe me, Mother, I will, one of these days. And one day you are going to feel sorry! I’ll make you pay!"

With that, Diamond Tiara turned on her hooves and stormed out of the mansion, leaving Spoiled Rich standing alone in the echoing silence of the foyer.

Outside, Diamond Tiara ran blindly through the streets of Ponyville, tears streaming down her cheeks. She had finally stood up to her mother, but the weight of their confrontation hung heavy on her heart.

As she made her way to the area around the town hall, she came to a calm pond and sat next to a willow tree on the pond’s edge. Diamond Tiara buried her face in her hooves, letting the sobs wrack her body. She had always tried to please her mother, to live up to her expectations, but it had never been enough.

In the distance, she heard the faint sound of hoofsteps approaching. She looked up, wiping away her tears to see Starlight Glimmer standing there, concern etched on her face for one of arguably the most spoiled (albeit improving) pupils in the School of Friendship.

"Diamond Tiara," Starlight said softly, sitting down beside her. "Are you okay?"

Diamond Tiara shook her head, her voice choked with emotion. "No, Starlight. I'm not okay…but I will be."

Diamond sighed heavily. "I had to do things this way. I fought with my mom. I couldn't take it anymore, Starlight. Living in that house with her... it was suffocating."

Starlight nodded understandingly. "I understand. Just don’t burn bridges right away, okay? Honestly, I know from experience how bad it can be when you lose those close to you."

Diamond Tiara managed a weak smile, grateful for Starlight's unwavering support. "Thank you, Starlight. I don't know what I'm going to do yet, but... I'll figure something out."

Starlight squeezed her shoulder gently. "Take your time. You don't have to have all the answers right now."

“I just can’t take any more of these spats!” shouted Diamond into her hooves. In her mind, ideas were brewing, but she didn’t want to reveal them to Starlight yet.

“That bitch will pay,” though Diamond, “no matter what happens, I will be sure my mom pays!”

It was a Tuesday, a full three days after her quarrel with her mother, when Diamond Tiara stomped into Starlight Glimmer's office in the School of Friendship, her expression overflowing with frustration and determination. Starlight, noticing her visitor's mood, raised an eyebrow but gestured for Diamond Tiara to take a seat.

"Hey there, Diamond Tiara. What brings you here today? How are you feeling after what happened this last weekend?" Starlight asked, leaning back in her chair.

Diamond Tiara huffed and crossed her forelegs. "It's my mom, Spoiled Rich. She's unbearable! All she cares about is status and putting others down, especially me."

Starlight nodded sympathetically. "Parents can be tough sometimes, especially when they have high expectations."

"Tough? Try impossible!" Diamond Tiara exclaimed, her voice echoing off the walls. "I need something powerful, something magical to make her change her ways."

Starlight raised an eyebrow. "Magic isn't always the solution to personal conflicts, Diamond Tiara. Changing someone's behavior isn't exactly straightforward."

"But you're powerful, right? You can do magic that changes things," Diamond Tiara insisted.

Starlight sighed softly. "I can, but it's not as simple as waving a wand. Magic has consequences, and using it to alter personalities—"

Diamond Tiara cut her off, her eyes narrowing. "I don't care about consequences! I just want my mom to stop being so... so... mean!"

Starlight leaned forward, her expression serious. "Diamond Tiara, listen to me. There are better ways to handle this. Maybe we can talk to her, find a compromise—"

Diamond Tiara shook her head adamantly. "No! She won't listen. She never listens! I need something drastic."

Starlight pondered for a moment, then asked cautiously, "What exactly do you have in mind?"

Diamond Tiara leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I heard about a powerful magical concoction. Something that can change a pony…completely. Can you make it?"

Starlight hesitated, her mind racing through the possibilities. "I... I might know of something. But Diamond Tiara, you have to understand, this isn't something to be taken lightly. It could have unintended consequences."

Diamond Tiara shrugged dismissively. "I don't care about consequences, I told you. Just tell me what it is and how we can use it on my mom."

Starlight sighed again, rubbing her temples with her hooves. "Alright, let me think. There are a few options we could consider. One potion could alter her perception of things, maybe make her see the world from a different perspective. Another might enhance her empathy, make her more understanding."

Diamond Tiara tapped her hoof impatiently. "Those sound... okay. But I want something that really gets to the core of her, you know? Changes her from the inside out."

Starlight frowned, realizing where Diamond Tiara was heading. "You're talking about a personality-altering potion. That's... risky. And highly unethical."

Diamond Tiara smirked. "Unethical? Come on, Starlight, we're talking about my mom here. She practically invented unethical."

Starlight winced at the truth in Diamond Tiara's words; she had seen in passing how truly awful and disparaging Spoiled Rich could be to her own daughter. "Even so, we can't just—"

"Why not?" Diamond Tiara interrupted, her voice rising again. "You said you're powerful. You said you could help. So help me."

Starlight sighed heavily, torn between her desire to help Diamond Tiara and her ethical boundaries. "Alright, let's say hypothetically we go down this road. Do you have any idea how we'd administer such a potion?"

Diamond Tiara's eyes gleamed with a mischievous light. "I was thinking something dramatic. Like spiking her tea. She never misses her morning tea."

Starlight shook her head, feeling the weight of the situation settle on her shoulders. "Diamond Tiara, this is serious. We can't just sneak around and drug your mother."

"Why not?" Diamond Tiara challenged, her tone defiant. "She's always sneaking around, doing things behind my back. It's time she got a taste of her own medicine."

Starlight hesitated, knowing Diamond Tiara had a point but still uneasy about the plan. "Let's... let's not rush into anything. I need to do some research, see if there are safer alternatives."

Diamond Tiara slumped back in her chair, crossing her forelegs again. "I’m not the sort of pony to just wait around while some wannabe Twilight Sparkle tries to figure out basic magic! I want to teach her a lesson she won't forget, and quick."

“And how do you intend to do that?”

“I know you are going to protest, but I need her to become…well, a bit of a bimbo.”

“What in the hay do you mean?”

“Well, she is already such an egotistical airhead, imagine the lesson she would learn by being taken down a peg and becoming someone else's…pegboard,” Diamond let out with a bit of a knowing laugh.

“Goodness, I mean, I am no stranger to the darker side of magic, but this…it’s a whole different level.”

“Are you forgetting how much you owe me after helping you slip your cringey love potion into Sunburst’s punch at the last Friendship Soiree? Or have you also forgotten how I helped you get the locks of Stellar Flare’s mane just so you could make that temporary incest spell between her and Sunburst just so you could blackmail him into dating you?

“Well, no I didn’t forget, but…”

“No buts! By this time Friday, I expect to have a spell to turn my mom into a witless, submissive slave in my hooves! Got it?”

“Okay, got it, just calm down!” pleaded Starlight. "I'll see what I can find. Just... try to be patient, Diamond Tiara. And in the meantime, maybe avoid any direct confrontations with your mom."

Diamond Tiara scoffed. "Hah, you think I haven't tried that already? She's relentless. And is this really the time to try talking sense to me?"

Starlight offered a small smile. "Okay, okay, I get it. But trust me, rushing into this won't solve anything."

Diamond Tiara fumed, her frustration palpable. "That’s what you think, Starlight."

As Starlight began to gather her books and scrolls, Diamond Tiara started on her way out, briefly turning her head and staring daggers at the older unicorn. "And Starlight? Don't take too long. I'm not known for my patience."

Three days later, on an otherwise unsuspecting and ordinary Friday, Diamond Tiara stood outside Starlight Glimmer's cottage, her heart pounding in anticipation. She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and knocked on the door with her hoof. Starlight opened it almost immediately, a serious expression on her face.

"Come in, Diamond Tiara," Starlight said, stepping aside to let her enter.

Diamond Tiara walked in, her eyes scanning. A small cauldron bubbled on the stove, and a variety of magical ingredients were scattered across the table. Starlight gestured for Diamond Tiara to sit down, and she complied, feeling a mixture of excitement and apprehension.

Starlight took a seat across from her, her expression grave. "Alright, so I've brewed the potion, Diamond Tiara. But before we go any further, I need to make sure you understand the gravity of what you're asking for."

Diamond Tiara rolled her eyes, trying to mask her nervousness with bravado. "Yes, yes, I get it. It's powerful, it's dangerous, blah blah blah. Just give me the potion already."

Starlight frowned, her voice firm. "This isn't a joke, Diamond Tiara. The potion I made is extremely potent. The effects will be permanent and will dramatically change your mother. Are you sure this is what you want?"

Diamond Tiara nodded resolutely. "Absolutely. My mother needs to change, and this is the only way. She'll never listen to reason."

Starlight sighed, her horn glowing as she levitated a small vial filled with a shimmering liquid. "This is it. One sip, and the effects will take hold almost immediately."

Diamond Tiara's eyes widened as she took the vial from Starlight, her hooves trembling slightly. "Thank you, Starlight. I know this wasn't easy for you." For a second it seemed that her politeness lessons from the School of Friendship were shining through her otherwise calculating facade.

Starlight gave her a cautious look. "Just remember, Diamond Tiara, once she drinks this, there's no going back. You need to be absolutely sure this is what you want."

Diamond Tiara met Starlight's gaze with unwavering determination. "I am sure. It's high time I get my way, and get it exactly how I want it."

Starlight hesitated, then nodded. "Alright. But please, be careful."

Diamond Tiara smirked, slipping the vial into her saddlebag. "Don't worry, Starlight. I know what I'm doing."

As she stood to leave, Starlight reached out and placed a hoof on her shoulder. "Diamond Tiara, promise me you'll think about this one last time before you give it to her."

Diamond Tiara sighed impatiently. "I promise, Starlight. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a potion to deliver."

With that, she stepped out of the building, the door closing softly behind her. She took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the glass vial in her saddlebag. This was it. The moment she had been waiting for. It was time to go home and face her mother.

The first half of her walk back to the mansion was a blur. Diamond Tiara's mind raced with thoughts of what was to come. She knew her mother wouldn't make it easy if she had even a suspicion of her plan, but she was ready for whatever happened.

“Wait a second,” Diamond said to herself as she saw three familiar (but very annoying) blank-flank ponies on the edge of her vision. “Not them! Anyone, but not them!”

Apple Bloom, always the first to engage, called out, "Hey there, Diamond Tiara!"

Diamond Tiara sighed, already feeling her patience wearing thin. "What do you want, Apple Bloom?"

Apple Bloom trotted up to her, a friendly smile on her face. "We were just headin' back to Sweet Apple Acres. Thought we'd say hi."

Diamond Tiara rolled her eyes. "Well, I'm not in the mood to talk. Or bully you, for that matter."

Apple Bloom's smile didn’t falter. "Aw, come on now. No need to be so prickly. You know, my sister Applejack told me somethin' the other day."

Diamond Tiara raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued despite herself. "Oh really? And what piece of wisdom did the oh-so-erudite Applejack impart this time?"

Apple Bloom glanced back at Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle, who were hanging back, watching the interaction with interest. "She said the reason you act the way you do is 'cause you don't have a lovin' family like mine. She reckons you might be hurtin' inside so ya just lash out at others as a way of protecting yerself and yer own fragile emotions."

Diamond Tiara's eyes narrowed. "Oh, please. I don't need your dime-store psychology, Apple Bloom."

Apple Bloom's expression softened. "I ain't tryin' to psychoanalyze ya, Diamond Tiara. Just tellin' ya what my sister said. Sometimes folks act out 'cause they're hurtin'."

Diamond Tiara huffed, pulling Apple Bloom aside, away from the prying eyes and out of earshot of Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle. "Listen, I don't need a lecture on why I do what I do. But if you'll just hear me out, I have an offer that might smooth things over between us."

Apple Bloom tilted her head, curiosity evident in her eyes. "What kinda offer?"

Diamond Tiara glanced around to make sure they were definitely out of earshot. "If you listen to what I have to say, and agree to it, I promise to be nice to you. No more bullying."

Apple Bloom raised an eyebrow, intrigued but cautious. "Go on."

Diamond Tiara leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Listen, Apple Bloom. I've got a deal for you. You know how I can be a bit, well, bothersome at times?"

Apple Bloom raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "Yeah, you've been a darn pain in the flank more times than I can count. What's your point?"

Diamond Tiara's smirk widened. "If you can get Big Mac to come over to my place tonight, I promise I won't bother you anymore. No more teasing, no more snide remarks. It'll be a win-win situation for both of us."

Apple Bloom's eyes widened in surprise. She had always dreamed of a life completely free of Diamond Tiara's torment. This could be her chance to finally have some peace. "Why do you want Big Mac to come over? And why would that make you leave me alone?"

Diamond Tiara's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Well, let's just say that I know from some friends of mine that Big Mac hasn't had the pleasure of any filly friends recently, if you catch my drift. I reckon he's been feeling rather... pent up lately. If you can arrange for him to come over, discreetly of course, ensuring he doesn’t suspect a thing, it'll be a golden opportunity for him…let’s just say that it’ll be a ‘rich’ experience. If you do this, I promise I won’t bother you."

Apple Bloom's mouth dropped open in shock. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Diamond Tiara wanted her to set up a secret rendezvous for Big Mac without him knowing what was going on. It was a weird proposition, to say the least.

"But... but that just ain’t fair to Big Mac," Apple Bloom stammered. "He deserves to know what he's gettin’ into. We can't just use him like that."

Diamond Tiara rolled her eyes, dismissing Apple Bloom's concerns. "Oh, come on, Apple Bloom. You're overthinking it. It's not like we're forcing him into anything. He's a grown stallion, he can make his own decisions."

Apple Bloom hesitated, conflicted by the tempting offer before her. On one hoof, she yearned for a final escape from Diamond Tiara's backhoofed taunting. On the other, she couldn't bear the thought of manipulating Big Mac's feelings.

After a moment of contemplation, Apple Bloom finally spoke. "Alright, Diamond Tiara, I'm interested. But only if we can find a way to make it fair for Big Mac. No sneakin’ around or trickin’ him into anythin’."

Diamond Tiara grinned triumphantly. "Deal, Apple Bloom. We'll make it a fair arrangement. And trust me, it'll be an unforgettable night for both of them…I mean, for him. Just for him. Just make sure he comes over tonight. Let’s agree on 8 pm sharp.”

“Fine, I guess I’ll make it work,” acquiesced Apple Bloom.

Artfully sealing the deal with Apple Bloom and finding her way beyond the Cutie Mark Crusaders, now with a renewed resolve and hope that the potion would work, she approached the front door of her home, she took one last deep breath, steeling herself for the confrontation ahead.

She pushed the door open and stepped inside, the familiar scent of her mother's favorite perfume filling the air. Spoiled Rich was in the sitting room, sipping her morning tea and reading the latest issue of "The Canterlot Times."

Diamond Tiara squared her shoulders and marched into the room, her eyes fixed on her mother. Spoiled Rich looked up, her expression turning to one of mild annoyance.

"You're back," Spoiled Rich said coolly. "I was beginning to think you'd run off for good. Or at least as much as you could…after all you never seemed to be able to commit to things."

Diamond Tiara ignored the jab. "I have something for you, Mother."

Spoiled Rich raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what might that be?"

Diamond Tiara pulled the vial from her saddlebag, holding it up for her mother to see. "It's a special tea. It will change everything."

Spoiled Rich's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "A new tea? In a vial? What kind of nonsense is this?"

Diamond Tiara stepped closer, her voice steady. "Just drink it, Mother. Trust me, it will make things better."

Spoiled Rich laughed, a harsh, mirthless sound. "Better? You think some silly new herbal trend will make things better? You're delusional, Diamond Tiara."

Diamond Tiara's grip tightened on the vial, her resolve hardening. "Just drink it, Mother. Please."

Spoiled Rich sneered, reaching for the vial with a dismissive wave of her hoof. "Fine. If it will shut you up, I'll drink your ridiculous tea."

Diamond Tiara watched as her mother uncorked the vial, poured it in her Earl Grey, and brought the mixture to her lips. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through her veins.

As Spoiled Rich tipped the cup back and drank the lightly steaming liquid, Diamond Tiara held her breath, waiting for the change to take hold.

Part 2: The Best Laid Schemes of Stallions and Fillies…

Diamond Tiara smirked mischievously as she watched her mother, Spoiled Rich, drink the potion she had prepared. The effects of the concoction were already starting to take hold and Diamond Tiara couldn't wait to see the transformation develop.

As Diamond Tiara looked on, Spoiled Rich's body began to undergo a series of dramatic physical changes. Her elegant and refined features began to soften and round, her jawline becoming even more delicate and feminine. Her eyes, once sharp and penetrating, grew wider and sparkled with a newfound innocence. Her lips plumped up and took on a luscious, pouty appearance that begged to be kissed.

Spoiled Rich's pristine straight purple mane transformed into a cascade of lustrous waves, flowing down her back in an enticing manner. Diamond Tiara couldn't help but imagine a stallion running his hooves through those silky tresses, reveling in their softness.

As the potion continued to work its magic, Spoiled Rich's chest swelled, straining against the fabric of her blouse. Her waist narrowed, giving her an exaggerated curvaceous figure that would make any stallion weak at the knees. Diamond Tiara couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at her handiwork, knowing that her mother's transformation was far from over.

Spoiled Rich's hips widened, accentuating her curvaceous form even more. The conservative attire she had on, made up of her favorite aquamarine blouse, clung to her newly voluptuous body, leaving little to the imagination. Diamond Tiara couldn't help but chuckle as she imagined her mother struggling to adjust to her new, more revealing wardrobe.

“Let’s see how mom likes this!” Diamond thought.

As Diamond Tiara continued to observe, she noticed that even Spoiled Rich's walk had changed. Her once confident and commanding stride had been replaced by a more exaggerated sway and sashay of her hips, a subtle invitation with every step. Diamond Tiara couldn't help but imagine how the stallions of Ponyville would react to her mother's newfound sensual gait that practically asked, nay pleaded for ‘it’.

Diamond Tiara's eyes widened in delight as she noticed one final change. Her mother's voice, once sharp and authoritative, had transformed into a soft, breathy tone. It was a voice that oozed with coquettish charm, one that would captivate and enchant any listener. Diamond Tiara couldn't wait to hear her mother speak, to witness the effect her new voice would have on others, especially horny stallions like Big Mac.

As the physical transformation neared its completion, Diamond Tiara couldn't contain her excitement. She had successfully turned her mother into a complete bimbo, and the possibilities were endless. With a wicked grin, she approached Spoiled Rich.

"Mommy, isn't this just fabulous?" Diamond Tiara exclaimed, her voice filled with delight. "You're becoming the perfect little bimbo, just like I always wanted!"

Spoiled Rich blinked dazedly, her new doe-eyed gaze focusing on Diamond Tiara. "Oh, Diamond, you're right! This feels... wonderful!" The mare tittered in a hollow, tinny tone that seemed to be prime evidence of the concurrent mental changes she was undergoing.

Diamond Tiara couldn't help but giggle at her mother's newfound enthusiasm. It was going to be a wild and entertaining journey, and she was eager to see just how far she could push her mother's boundaries.

"Get ready, Mommy," Diamond Tiara purred. "We're going to have so much fun with your new self. And I promise, I'll make sure you enjoy every single second of it."

“That’s nice dear!” Spoiled said. “But…I am really tired right now. I think I am going to have a lie down,” the mare added as she wearily trotted in the direction of her bedroom.

Not wanting to impede the full effects of the potion, Diamond Tiara said nothing and allowed her mom to rest.

The young filly waited on the first floor in the foyer, keeping an eye on the tall French door of her mother’s room from a comfortable forest green armchair.

One hour…

Two hours…

Five hours…

“Goodness,” thought Diamond. “I guess potions really do make you tired. I wouldn't have guessed!”

As the hours of the afternoon came and went, evening settled over the mansion. Looking at a stately grandfather clock in the corner of the home’s entrance hall, Diamond Tiara recognized that within just an hour or so, Big Mac would be coming (hopefully in more ways than one).

Diamond Tiara eagerly awaited Big Mac's arrival, her excitement palpable. When he finally arrived, the stallion’s confusion was evident as he questioned why Apple Bloom had invited him over at 8 sharp. Diamond Tiara wasted no time in assuring him that it was her doing, not Apple Bloom’s.

"Diamond Tiara, what in the hay’s goin' on here?" Big Mac asked, scratching his head with his hoof.

She flashed him a mischievous grin. "Oh, well, Big Mac, I just couldn't resist the opportunity to show you something truly special. Come inside." Diamond Tiara led him into the opulent house, filled with luxurious decor, high ceilings, and an air of extravagance.

"Wow, Diamond Tiara, yer house sure is somethin' else," Big Mac remarked, taking in the lavish surroundings.

She basked in his compliments, reveling in the attention. "I'm glad you think so, Big Mac. But the real surprise is upstairs." Diamond Tiara took his hoof and guided him towards the staircase.

As they reached the top, Diamond Tiara swung open the French doors, revealing a spacious master bedroom. Inside, lying peacefully spread out on the bed, was her mother, Spoiled Rich, fast asleep and snoring.

"Ta-da! Meet my personal sleeping beauty," Diamond Tiara announced, her voice brimming with amusement.

Big Mac's eyes widened in surprise. "Your ma? She's sleepin'?"

Diamond Tiara nodded, a playful glint in her eyes. "Yes, indeed. She's been taking these long, luxurious naps lately, and I thought it would be hilarious to introduce you to her…after all, she said she really wanted to meet you."

Big Mac chuckled, unable to resist the absurdity of the situation. "Well, ain't that somethin'? She must be real tired. And meet me? Why’s that?"

Diamond Tiara smirked. "Tired of being spoiled, I suppose. I guess she wanted a real rough, rugged stallion, to, uh, well, show her what it means to have ‘fun’. I think that’s what she said.”

Big Mac raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Fun? What kind of fun?"

Diamond Tiara's grin widened as she leaned even closer. "Well, Big Mac, how about you just go ahead and fuck her?"

Big Mac's eyes widened, his mind racing to comprehend the proposition. "Fuc-? No! What in Celestia’s name are you talkin’ about? A filly your age shouldn’t even know cuss words like that!"

Diamond Tiara sauntered over to the bed. "You see, Big Mac, I've recently discovered a potion that can turn anyone into anything. And I thought, why not give my mom a taste of her own medicine? I mean, you’ve seen how awfully she treats me!"

Big Mac's jaw dropped, a mix of shock and amusement on his face. "You're serious? You wanna have a random stallion take your mom? I reckon I understand why ya want it. We all have our own regrets with our parents, but this…this is just plain wrong, li’l missy!"

Diamond Tiara shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Why not? It'll teach her a lesson about humility and the consequences of her actions. Plus, it'll be downright hilarious."

“I said no, and I’m gonna stick to my guns on this one!”

“Well, I guess you can just go back to your farm and get absolutely zero fillies then; I bet those balls are as blue as Trixie’s coat, haha,” Diamond laughed.

“Wait one cotton-pickin’ minute! How in the hay do you know ‘bout any of that?”

“I have my sources. Plus, my skill in this world is in getting others to do what I want, so trust me, if I put my mind to it, I’ll make sure the fillies of Ponyville won’t even look at you.”

“Damn it, Diamond! Why are you doin’ this?”

“I just want one thing. Something very simple. I just want you to pound that mare over there,” she said pointing to her mother. “Just pound her as hard as you can, and then you can go home. You’ll be satisfied, I’ll be satisfied, she’ll be satisfied, it’s a win-win-win!

Big Mac couldn't help but laugh at the audacity of the plan. Overcoming his own reservations and realizing he had a choice, and that his body was craving what Diamond was offering, he agreed. "Alright, Diamond Tiara, I sure as hay don’t like it, but I’ll give it a go. As long as you don’t dare to tell another livin’ soul.”

“Fine, fine. I can do that, no problem. Just get ta work you big ol’ stallion,” Diamond Tiara said with a facetious hickish twang as she walked over to her mom and shook her awake with her hooves.

From the bed, Big Mac could see Spoiled Rich’s rising form shudder with grogginess and then stretch out her hooves. She jolted awake, moaned wearily, yawned once, and then looked over to the red stallion.

“Oooooohhh. Now who do we have here?” she said, her voice replete with a clear hunger that took even the horny stallion by surprise.

She beckoned him with one hoof, pointing to the stallion and then to the space between her spread legs. “Come and get it…”

Big Mac approached, his length hardening by the second. One could even say he was as hard as…diamonds.

Consumed by her own insatiable desire, Spoiled Rich lay on her bed, her body quivering with anticipation. Her bedroom was dimly lit, the soft glow of the dimmed electric chandeliers above her casting flickering shadows on the walls. She was still in her now extremely tight aquamarine blouse from earlier in the day, but was now bare from the waste down.

Big Mac, ever the strong and silent type in these sorts of intimate situations, approached the mare, his muscular form illuminated in a slight silver glow by the faint moonlight streaming through the window. His presence alone sent shivers down Spoiled Rich's spine, a delicious ache building between her thighs. She licked her lips, her eyes fixated on him, hunger burning in her gaze. Even though some distant, screaming part of her logical brain shouted at her to stop and not do this, the vast majority of her animalistic senses pleaded for her body to keep going full speed ahead.

"You're lookin’ mighty fine tonight, Mrs. Rich," Big Mac said with a deep, rumbling voice that sent waves of desire coursing through Spoiled Rich's body. He looked down between her legs, fully spread apart and waiting. "I reckon you're mighty eager for this."

Spoiled Rich smirked, her voice dripping with her newly imbued seduction from the potion. "Oh, Big Mac, you have no idea. I want you to take me."

Big Mac's eyes smoldered with raw desire as he approached the bed. He slowly raised up the upper half of his body as he prepared to mount the mare, revealing his impressive length, already hard and throbbing with a need that went beyond words. Spoiled Rich's mouth watered at the sight as she looked down the length of her body at him beyond her belly, crotchtits, and marehood. As Big Mac moved up ever higher on the bed, it was clear his plans had changed. He was no longer angling for her marehood; instead, he was positioning himself near her mouth as he prepared to facefuck the mare. With not so much as a grunt in protest, she eagerly leaned forward, craning her neck upward to his member and taking him into her mouth.

“MmmmMMmmm…” she let out a satisfied hum from deep within her chest.

As she enveloped him with her warm, wet heat, Big Mac let out a low growl of pleasure, his hoofs tangling in Spoiled Rich's luxurious violet mane as he grabbed on to it for support and stability. She worked her tongue and lips expertly, relishing the taste and feel of him. His member carried the lingering flavor of sweat and dirt from his time working in the field. Although she would normally be disgusted by being orally defiled by such a simple working pony, in her new state, she couldn’t get enough. As things continued, the room filled with the sounds of her sucking and his moans of ecstasy.

"Mmm, that's it, darlin'," Big Mac groaned, his voice thick and husky. "You sure got a way with that mouth of yers…by Celestia, ya use your tongue prettier than a 20-bit whore!"

Spoiled Rich pulled away, giving herself the chance to say a word, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh, big boy, I'm just getting started."

With a playful grin, she pushed him deeper into her mouth. The heat radiating from their bodies mingled in the air. She took a brief sojourn from his length to caress his dark, dangling balls, placing a passionate kiss on them before taking them individually in her mouth and leaving the stallion’s dick aching for continued attention.

Big Mac's hooves roamed across the back of her head, his touch igniting sparks of pleasure wherever he touched her sensitive scalp. Spoiled Rich arched her back, pressing her teats and nethers against his left leg, relishing the feeling of some resistance and friction on her marehood.

At this point, Spoiled Rich, a far cry from the prudish pony she used to be, gave in to her feelings. Even the rational part of her brain could see the writing on the wall; her desires were insatiable and her inhibitions nonexistent when she cast her gaze upon Big Mac's muscular form. Her voice dripped with need.

"Oh, Big Mac," she purred. "I want you to take me from behind. I want to feel you all the way in there. Be rough."

A flicker of surprise crossed Big Mac's face, but it quickly transformed into a grin of anticipation. He flipped over the mare, his strength in the heated moment making the task almost trivially light work. He positioned himself behind Spoiled Rich, his hoofs sliding down her smooth, curvaceous transformed hips. The anticipation in the room was palpable as he lined himself up, the tip of his throbbing member teasing her slightly darkened rear entrance.

Spoiled Rich curved her back downward, her own heart sprinting with excitement. She craved the sensation of being filled from behind, of surrendering herself completely to Big Mac's desires. After all, Filthy Rich never wanted to do this with her in all the years they were married… With a deep breath, she took the lead and pushed back, taking him inch by inch into the depths of her being.

A low groan escaped Big Mac's lips as he felt the unparalleled tightness and warmth envelop him. Spoiled Rich gasped, a mixture of pleasure and a twinge of pain intertwining as she adjusted to the new sensation. Her body quivered with a mix of pleasure and anticipation.

“Goodness, I heard you were a tightass, but this is somethin’ I plum never expected!” amazed at how tight her backdoor was.

"Oh, yes," she moaned, her voice filled with ecstasy and too deep in pleasure to acknowledge the quality of the quip. "Give it to me, Big Mac. Show me how you farmponies do it."

“I mean, by Celestia, yer so tight…it’s like fuckin’ Apple Bloom,” he said to himself instinctively under his breath, though quickly realizing he shouldn’t have said that as Diamond Tiara, still watching and listening from just a few paces away laughed to the point where she had to cover her mouth with her hoof.

Ignoring his slip, Big Mac's grip tightened on Spoiled Rich's hips as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate. Each movement sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, her senses overwhelmed by the sensations.

The room filled with the sound of their bodies colliding, their primal screams intertwining in a cacaphony of moans. Spoiled Rich's forelegs dug into the sheets, her hooves leaving pressure marks of her pleasure. She pushed back against Big Mac, meeting his every thrust with equal fervor.

"Harder, Big Mac!" she cried out, her voice filled with a combination of need and lust. "Take me! FUCK ME HARDER."

Big Mac's pace quickened, his powerful thrusts driving Spoiled Rich closer to the precipice of ecstasy. With each thrust, Spoiled Rich's moans grew louder, filling the room, her body trembling with the overwhelming pleasure.

As they reached the peak of their passion, their bodies quivered in unison. Spoiled Rich's breath came in ragged gasps as Big Mac's grip tightened, pulling her closer. She was at her edge and kept rubbing her clit to drive her passion to an unprecedented fever pitch, but Big Mac still had some stamina in reserve. As Spoiled reached the first true summit of her pleasure, she looked back up at Big Mac with an almost braindead gaze, supporting herself on one hoof. After staring deeply at each other for what felt like an eternity, both of their bodies started to calm down a bit. Within a few moments after her loins had ceased shuddering, she opened her mouth once more.

"Big Mac, I…I want you to take me in the missionary position," she whispered, surprisingly coherent in her diction after such an intense bout of anal. "I want to feel your weight pressing down on me."

Big Mac's eyes gleamed; that he could oblige! Flipping the bimbofied mare over once more, he positioned himself between Spoiled Rich's legs. The anticipation in the room, including from the fascinated Diamond Tiara, was palpable as he guided himself to her entrance, the head of his throbbing cock teasing her slick, dripping folds.

Spoiled Rich's breath hitched as she felt the delicious pressure building inside her. Wasting no time, with a slow, deliberate thrust, Big Mac entered her, their bodies melding together in a perfect fit. She gasped, a mixture of pleasure and satisfaction escaping her lips.

The room was filled with the sound of their bodies moving in unison, the wet, rhythmic slaps echoing through the air. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Spoiled Rich's body, her senses inundated by the feeling, partly from Big Mac’s intensity and partly from the residual effects of the potion.

As Big Mac's thrusts became more urgent, Spoiled Rich's moans grew louder, filling the room with sound that almost deafened Diamond Tiara.

"Oh, Big Mac," Spoiled Rich gasped, her voice coursing with need. "I can feel you so deep…fill me up. Don't stop, please, don't stop!"

Big Mac's thrusts quickened, each one driving Spoiled Rich closer to the edge. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, with Spoiled pushing into Big Mac just as Bic Mac pushed into Spoiled.

Spoiled Rich's senses were simply overwhelmed by the textures and sounds surrounding her. The feeling of Big Mac's muscular nethers against her crotchtits, the softness of the sheets beneath her, the wetness of their bodies as they moved together.

With one final, powerful thrust, Spoiled Rich's body erupted in a final throw of ecstasy. Her back contorted into an instinctual contraction as it lifted off the bed as waves of pleasure washed over her, her moans mingling with Big Mac's groans as he found his release too.

As their breathing slowed, they remained locked in their intimate embrace with Spoiled savoring the full, distended feeling of having a large quantity of virile farmpony cum in her marehood.

Almost lost in the moment, but not quite completely oblivious to her surroundings, Spoiled Rich's eyes quickly widened in shock as she caught sight of her husband standing in the corner of the room, just at the bedroom’s threshold. His presence disrupted the intimate afterglow. Dressed in a crisp business suit with his characteristic red tie, Filthy Rich’s face radiated an incandescent rage.

Filthy Rich’s voice boomed through the room as he unleashed his fury upon Big Mac. "You dumb, dirty, wife-stealing son of a bitch! How dare you defile my dear Spoiled?!"

Big Mac stood there, his expression a mix of surprise and concern, his attempt to calm the situation evident. "Now, hold on there, Filthy. Let's not jump to conclusions. This ain't what it looks like. We were caught up in the heat of the moment, and I assure you, we didn't mean for no harm."

With Big Mac climbing off of Spoiled and approaching Filthy, the married stallion tried to say his piece. “So what? You think you can just do these things without consequence? That’s my wife you were on top of, pal!”

“I understand, but just hear me out. I just wanna to talk like civilized stallions, one-on-one.” Big Mac said as he got within a hoof’s length of Filthy.

Seeming to be calming the situation, Filthy, who knew he wasn’t a physical match for Big Mac, nodded and resigned himself to the uncomfortable talk that awaited him. However, unexpectedly, Big Mac's demeanor abruptly shifted. With a sudden twist of his body, he turned around and without warning, delivered a powerful dual-hoof donkey kick to the chest of Spoiled's husband, propelling him into the door frame, causing the stallion to ricochet off of it with a wicked “thud”. The force of the kick sent Filthy crashing into the hallway, his anger temporarily halted by the sheer shock of the unexpected attack.

Miraculously, after the sucker punch, Filthy started to regain his footing as he tried to suck in the air that had been knocked out of him, his anger morphing into a mix of confusion and pain. His face contorted in a mixture of fury and shock. "You think you can just come into my house and bed my wife, break my ribs, and then expect to get away with it? You're delusional, Big Mac!"

The room fell into a tense silence as Spoiled Rich's husband stumbled backward as even when attempting to stand normally, his footing was still weak and unsure.

“I’ll kill you, you stinking sack of yak shit!” Filthy cried, trying to defend his honor and save face after the blow he had received.

As the tension escalated in the room, Big Mac's patience wore thin. The anger in his eyes burned brighter, fueled by the death threat coming from Spoiled Rich's husband. His voice grew colder, bubbling with a simmering rage.

"You think I'm delusional, huh? You think you can kill me? Maybe you should learn to control your mare, Filthy Rich. Maybe you should've been satisfying her needs. But you neglected her, left her hungry for the touch of a real stallion, you pathetic waste of space!" Big Mac growled, his words laced with a lethal mix of defiance and dominance.

Spoiled Rich's husband's face contorted with shock, his breathing rapid and shallow. "You... you think you can just kill me with your words or a kick? You think I’m an apple tree or something that you can just buck? You're nothing but a low-life thug. I will end you!"

In that moment, something within Big Mac snapped. The simmering rage erupted into a blazing inferno of unbridled fury. His muscles tensed, his body coiled like a spring, ready to strike. He took a step forward, closing the distance between them.

"You want to see what a low-life thug can do, Filthy Rich? I'll show you." Big Mac's voice dripped with venom as he prepared to deliver a final blow, a blow that would end Spoiled Rich's husband once and for all.

With lightning speed, Big Mac's back legs both shot forward simultaneously, his hooves connecting with Filthy Rich's temple as he tried to cower from the blow. The impact was bone-crushing, the force of the kick shattering the delicate bones on the side of his skull. A sickening crack filled the air as Filthy Rich's body crumpled to the floor, lifeless and motionless. He was no longer breathing.

The room fell into a stunned silence, broken only by the sound of Diamond Tiara's gasp. The reality of what had just transpired hung heavy in the air, a dark cloud of irreversible consequences.

“Oh my Celestia! You…you killed him!” Diamond screamed.

“So what? You reckon I really care?” Big Mac shrugged off the filly’s exam. As he turned away from them, he went over to the fresh corpse of Filthy Rich. “Now to end this poor ol’ man forever. No open casket for ya, ya bastard!”

With this, Big Mac began slamming his front hooves into the already cracked and bleeding head of the unfortunate late husband and patriarch of the Rich family.

Diamond Tiara and Spoiled Rich stood frozen in shock, their eyes wide with horror as they witnessed the gruesome display before them. The sight of Big Mac relentlessly stomping on Filthy Rich's lifeless head, or at least whatever was left of it, sent waves of fright through their minds.

Diamond Tiara's mouth hung open as she watched the blood spray and bones shatter under Big Mac's relentless assault. Her thoughts raced, a mix of fear and morbid excitement intertwining, remembering how her father allowed her mother to abuse her for so many unbearable years.

"Is this what it feels like to have power?" she wondered, her voice a breathless whisper in her own mind. "To see someone I despise being ripped apart like this... It's... exhilarating."

After a full minute of unbridled slamming of Big Mac’s hooves into the corpse’s head with the full weight of his body, all that was left of the former businesspony’s head was a pool of sickly gray and red goo that clung to Big Mac’s coat and became jammed in the sole and frog of the stallion’s hoof.

Once he had had his fill of his gore-motivated rampage on the dead stallion’s skull, he turned to the filly and mare in the bedroom behind him. Big Mac's eyes burned with a primal hunger as he locked the bedroom door, his heart pounding in his broad chest. His gaze locked onto Spoiled Rich, who stood frozen with surprise, her eyes widening at his sudden aggression.

"Y'all think yer better than everypony else, don't ya? Yer always so darned convinced that y’all, the whole Rich family, are so high an’ mighty because y’all got a bit of money." Big Mac growled, his voice dripping with a mixture of anger and lust. "Well, tonight, I'm gonna show y’all, all of y’all, just how wrong ya are."

Spoiled Rich's breath hitched, fear dancing across her face. She parted her lips to protest, but Big Mac's strong hooves grabbed her, pulling her towards him with a forceful grip. He pressed her against the luxurious bed, his body radiating a raw energy as he leaned in, his hot breath grazing her ear.

"Yer gonna learn what it feels like to be taken, to be used," Big Mac whispered, his voice low and commanding. "And I don’t care what ya have to say ‘bout it."

His hooves roamed over Spoiled Rich's body, his touch both demanding and possessive. He felt the softness of her skin beneath his hooftips, the silkiness of her hair as he tangled his hooves in it. His lips claimed hers in a bruising kiss. He teased and tormented her, his hooves expertly tracing patterns along her ribs, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her.

"Ya like that, don't ya?" Big Mac growled, his voice husky with desire as he picked up the intensity, seemingly wanting to cause pain with every thrust. "Ya can't resist me, can ya? How does it feel bein’ screwed ta death by an anarcho-syndicalist? That’s right, that’s what I am! Guess I’m not so dumb after all! Just thought I’d tell ya straight; I loathe you and this temple of capitalist consumerism y’all live in. Any fellow agrarian anarcho-syndicalist worth their salt would’ve done the same, consarn it--taken what they wanted and killed the rich bourgeois head of the household merchant-class pony that produces nothing yet benefits from the labor of the working pony in the fields.”

“What the actual fuck?” Diamond Tiara thought to herself. “Where did all of this come from?”

Spoiled Rich, in the unobstructed path of Big Mac’s fury unable to form words, simply nodded in response to the stallion’s statements, her eyes glazed with horror. Big Mac's thrusts became more forceful, his hips meeting hers with a rhythm that bordered on murderous.

Big Macintosh's eyes burned a bright, bloodshot red with pure anger as he bore down on Spoiled Rich. His muscles tensed, his jaw clenched, and his fetlocks tightened. With a primal roar, he cocked up his hooves to his chin while still thrusting into the mare.

Spoiled Rich's eyes widened in terror as she realized the danger she was in. She retreated and crumpled once more into the bedsheets, trying to draw into herself as she felt the weighty portent of Big Mac’s impending blow looming over her.

But it was simply too late; his massive, muscular frame towered over her, casting a dark shadow as the moonlight shone onto his back. His hooves now came crashing down, repeatedly smashing into Spoiled Rich's ribs with an unrelenting force. The sickening sound of costal bones cracking filled the room, mixing with her screams of pain and the choking on air that soon followed.

"Thought ya rich ponies could push us farmers and the working class around, huh?" Big Macintosh growled, his voice overflowing with contempt. "Ya thought ya were so high and mighty. Well, now ya know what it feels like to be on the receiving end!"

Spoiled Rich writhed in agony, tears streaming down her face as she gasped for air, blood and fluid filling her pleural space. The pain was unbearable, each breath a jagged knife stabbing into her broken ribs. She whimpered, begging for mercy, but Big Macintosh ignored her pleas.

"You think you're better than everypony, don't ya, ya slut?" he seethed, his voice filled with vengeance. "Well, let me tell ya something, Spoiled Rich. You ain't nothing but a miserable, pathetic excuse for a pony."

He continued his merciless assault, each blow landing with brutal precision, like a blacksmith striking a piece of darkened iron with a sledgehammer with every ounce of his strength. Blood pooled beneath Spoiled Rich as her skin gave way to the pressure, staining the sheets a dark crimson. Her screams turned into choked gurgles as the pain and blood spilling upward into her esophagus overwhelmed her ability to utter a syllable.

"You're gonna learn a lesson today!" Big Macintosh wailed. "No pony treats others like dirt and gets away with it. Yer little highfalutin' offspring has made my little sister’s life hell for no good reason! Y’all will never mess with no pony! Not with Apple Bloom, not with me, and not no pony in the Apple family. Consider this your punishment."

Finally, Big Macintosh stopped, his chest heaving as he glared down at the broken and battered mare beneath him. Spoiled Rich lay there, clearly on death’s doorstep, her once pristine coat now a bloody mess. He placed both heavy, calloused hooves on Spoile’s windpipe, pressing down with his full might

"Rue this day, Spoiled Rich," he spat, his voice filled with venom as he saw the pink mare draw her last breath. "Remember the pain yer bloodline caused mah sister, and know that it's come back to haunt ya…to end ya.”

Spoiled Rich’s head turned to the side lifelessly. But he had one last target on his mind, now running absolutely berserk with bloodlust.

Diamond Tiara, now understanding that she was in the same locked room with a rampaging, murderous stallion, tried to go to the door and exit, but fumbled with the lock out of pure terror.

With a determined glint in his eyes, Big Mac lunged forward, his massive hooves thudding against the wooden floor as he ran full speed across the bedroom to where Diamond Tiara was cowering near the door. The little filly, feeling the air rush and floorboards creak with the approaching figure of the wild, unhinged stallion, squeaked in terror, her tiny body trembling as she realized the danger that loomed above her. Big Mac's voice resonated with a mix of frustration and anger as he spoke, his words filled with an undeniable force.

The filly, who was so tiny by comparison, quivered, her cornflower blue eyes widening in fear as she realized her impending doom. Her heart raced, pounding against her chest as her mind desperately searched for an escape that would never come.

"You ain’t nothing but a li’l varmint," Big Mac growled, his voice low and menacing. "Thought ya’d lure me here, set me up, and trap me, huh? Well, there’s only one thing we do with varmints on the farm…"

His hooves came crashing down with merciless force, trapping the pink filly beneath them. The young pony let out a pitiful wail of pain as her fragile bones crumbled beneath the weight of Big Mac's immense strength. The sound of cartilage buckling and flesh squishing echoed through the room.

"Ya think ya can mess with the Apple family?" Big Mac continued, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Well, ya just learned a hard lesson!"

He pressed down even harder, ensuring the filly’s demise was swift and final. Her bones snapped like brittle twigs and blood oozed from beneath his hooves, mingling with the splintered remains of the once lively, albeit conceited, creature. The weight of Big Mac's relentless power had compressed Diamond Tiara’s body into a gruesome mess of pulpy flesh and everted cartilage. From the sheer force of the attack, the filly’s entrails had burst through her inguinal canal, spilling out through a massive gash in her abdomen, mingling with the splintered remnants of her shattered skeleton. The stench of death permeated the air as Big Mac flared his nostrils to take it all in.

Even though his initial goal had been accomplished, he still was not satisfied. He wanted nothing even slightly recognizable to be left. His hooves ground against the remains of the filly, pulverizing her further into a completely unrecognizable mass of gore. Blood sprayed, coating Big Mac's hooves in a macabre display of crimson that stood out against his already red vermillion coat.

It was finally over… the Rich family had been ended.

Knowing that he had to get some distance between himself and the scene of his rage, Big Macintosh strode through the opulent mansion of the Rich family. A twisted smile played upon his lips as he reveled in the chaos he had just unleashed. His path led him towards the garage, where a fleet of luxurious cars stood. He retrieved a jerrycan filled with gasoline from one of the corners of the large, unventilated area, ready to destroy all the evidence in the house.

Big Mac glanced at the splendor of the residence one last time. "Looks like it's time to give this fancy place a taste of good old-fashioned destruction.”

He chuckled to himself, the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Pouring the gasoline with a devilish delight in every corner, on every staircase, and on all the electric sockets; the scent of the fuel filled the air, mixing with the fading smells of violence.

"Ya know, the Rich family should've treated us all better," Big Macintosh pondered, his voice laced with amusement. "Maybe then, I wouldn't be here, giving their mansion a nice ol’ country makeover. Karma's a real mean mare, ain't it?"

With a flick of his hoof, Big Macintosh produced a spare strike-anywhere match and lit it. The sparks ignited the match, casting an eerie glow upon his face. The flame danced and flickered, eagerly awaiting its mission.

With one calm motion, he tossed the match towards the gasoline-soaked house. The flames leaped with joy, hungrily consuming the wooden interior of the structure as Big Mac left as fast as he could. The crackling symphony of destruction filled the night air, and the once proud mansion succumbed to a fiery inferno.

With a sense of purpose, Big Macintosh continued his leisurely trot back to Sweet Apple Acres, not even wanting to look back to see what he had done after the building’s spreading fire started to emerge through its windows. The night air carried with it the scent of smoke.

As he made his way along the unlit roads and footpaths back home, the stallion happened to see Starlight Glimmer trotting in the opposite direction.

Starlight saw Big Mac, the unmistakable bloodstains covering his hooves and his disheveled sweat-laden mane glistening the faint ambient light.

Without slowing down as she passed him, she called out to Big Mac: “Diamond Tiara’s potion?”

“Eeeyup, Diamond Tiara’s potion…” the stallion echoed, not even turning his head to meet Starlight’s gaze as he cantered off into the dark of the night.