Fluttershy's Love

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Story: Fluttershy's Love
Chapter 6: Love Conquers A Sane Mind
Word Count: 3,981

Author: Zachedwrad94
Co-Author: DropDeadThenDance

WARNING: Torture, Gore, Dismemberment, Sexual Themes, Canibalism, and Rape

Fluttershy had been down once that day, having brought Big Mac some goodies to snack on while she ran some errands. “I’m so sorry, honey,” she said as she placed the brightly colored salad on the table, dotted with slices of carrot and whole cherry tomatoes, along with shredded cheese and ranch dressing. “I have to go attend to some of my animals today, or somepony might start to wonder where I am,” she had told him, setting a bowl of whole strawberries next to the salad. “So, I’ll be out for most of the day, if that’s alright with you?”

Big Mac stared at the salad, having not touched it since she left. He couldn’t understand why he had answered her, why he made conversation with her. “Don’t bother me none, it’s good you got responsibilities,” he told her.

He shook his head as an image of Scootaloo appeared in his head, her eyes wide, and her head cocked off to one side. “Applebloom?” He called softly, trying to take his mind off things. He saw her little head peek out of the hole, just enough that he could see her, but not enough that somepony could snatch her up. “Fluttershy’s gonna be gone all day, you heard her. Come get some of this here salad,” he told her, gesturing with his head towards the dish on the table. “You gotta be starving.”

“I surely am… But what if she comes back early?” Applebloom murmured in a terrified voice, glancing up at the stairs. “That ol’ witch’ll get me for sure,” she whimpered.

“She will if ya keep wasting time, now come grab a bite then get,” he told her and she looked down again, catching eye of the salad. She gulped down her fear and the pain in her pelvis before climbing down from the crawl space. She trotted over quickly and snatched a couple bites of salad and then a few strawberries. “That’a girl,” Big Mac murmured affectionately. “Now head on back,” he told his sister and she nodded, the delicately prepared salad having done more for her than she thought.

Applebloom paused for a moment, looking back at Big Mac. “I could get ya untied, Big Mac,” she said, but to her surprise, the stallion shook his head.

“Nope,” he said simply. “I ain’t strong enough to even make it up them stairs. Now do as I told ya and head back for your hole,” he told her and Applebloom gave a tiny nod. She ran back up the stairs and clumsily climbed into the crawl space. To her surprise, she could almost fall asleep there after eating some food, her belly not full, but satisfied with the berries and salad she had so hastily consumed.

She started to doze off, her eyes feeling heavy, and she wondered if she would dream about her friends. However, before she fell asleep completely, she awoke with a jolt as a sharp snap came from above her. Light shown into the hole and she cried out as a pair of hooves shot down towards her, nearly catching her. She scrambled away, further away from the entrance and deeper into the wall, where less light reached, and she could hear Fluttershy grumbling. “Drat,” she said softly. “I thought that would work!” she said then slammed the wood panel back down.

Heart beating fast and freshly eaten food nearly coming up, Applebloom looked over and saw that the space above her head had hinges. It was a little trap door, probably used for storing things at some point, and Fluttershy had hoped that she could sneak up on Applebloom. She whimpered a little to herself, the fear of almost being caught welling up inside of her, but she huffed. She sniffled then pawed at the dirt in the old crawl space with a mean look on her tiny face. “I ain’t gonna cry,” she whispered to herself as she started to draw shapes in the dirt. “No sir, cause she ain’t gonna get this filly. I’m the only Cutiemark Crusader left, so I gotta be strong,” she carried on as the shapes morphed into sketchy images of Scootaloo and Sweetiebell.

The cellar hatch whined as Fluttershy threw it open, humming as she pranced down the stairs. She paid no mind to Applebloom now that she had missed her chance to catch her, but the yellow mare could still spend time with her dear fiancé. “How was your breakfast, dearest?” she asked as she observed the now empty bowls.

“Good,” Big Mac replied simply, trying to force his conversational sentences back into two words or less.

Fluttershy seemed to sense this and frowned. “Dear,” she said slowly. “I hope you’ll keep talking to me,” she said as she stacked the dishes. “I wanted to discuss something with you,” she said a bit more softly, her eyes glancing between the dishes and the floor. She sighed then walked over to Big Mac, placing her head against his chest, eyes closed. “I really want to get married,” she whispered gently.

“Ok.”

Fluttershy jerked back, shocked, and stared at Big Mac who had a similar look on his face to hers. It almost looked like he hadn’t intended to speak, or maybe meant to say something else, but as he stared at her he realized he couldn’t deny it any longer. His one leg was still free so, if he had wanted to, he could have easily snapped Fluttershy’s neck the same way he had Scootaloo’s, but he didn’t. He could have refused her food, starving himself, but he didn’t. He could just stop speaking to her until she killed him, but he still spoke to her, and slowly but surely he had started to be more kind towards her.

Fluttershy started to cry, throwing herself back onto Big Mac. “Oh, thank you so much! I love you, Big Mac!” she sobbed, her sweet smelling mane dancing past his nose and shoulder as she cuddled closer to him.

He debated if he should say something back; he wondered if that would somehow prolong his life, or maybe he actually did still feel something towards Fluttershy. In reality, he had wanted to take Fluttershy to the dance, but the Cutiemark Crusaders had given him and Cheerilee a weird potion, a Love Poison or something, and they had gone goo-goo ga-ga over each other, unable to be pried apart by anything.

Later that night, the curse being lifted, Big Mac had left the dance when Cheerilee had made a move on him. She told him that she did really want him, and she knew he wanted her too, but he turned her down in hopes of seeing Fluttershy. However, the delicate little mare never showed and, fearing the worse, Big Mac went to her home only to be cracked across the face with a frying pan…

Since then, he’d never felt the need to explain what had happened that night, figuring Fluttershy would accuse him of lying to her, and then start crying. Really, she hadn’t done anything horrible to him until that day Twilight had come over looking for her; he could hear them talking for a while and then, after Twilight had left, Fluttershy came down stairs in a worse mood than before. That’s when all the violence and gore started happening.

As the thoughts tittered back and forth on the fence of his mind, he didn’t know what to do. If he did say what she wanted, he’d be betraying his baby sister and everypony Fluttershy had killed so far, but if he didn’t, he wondered if he’d be lying to himself. It felt like he was being torn in two, his loyalties and hopes clashing with each other as he realized what was really going on, and why he had really snapped Scootaloo’s neck. The whole reason he hadn’t been able to escape, though he’d been given the chance.

“I… I love ya too,” he managed out, his mouth feeling sand paper dry.

Fluttershy snuggled closer to him, beginning to cry again as she felt Big Mac’s loose leg drape across her shoulders. He rested his head on top of hers, letting her soft, sweet smelling mane brush against his skin, and he felt guilty. He wanted to tell the other ponies that he really did want Cheerilee, that he could never care for a murdering psycho, but Fluttershy was his mare and he’d stay by her side in her time of need, even if that meant total madness at every turn.

She pulled back finally, a smile on her face. “Honey,” she said softly. “Thank you so much,” she told him and then set herself on the floor, her face practically glowing. She inhaled slowly before she leaned up and pecked Big Mac on his bare teeth, but then frowned as she stared her stallion in the face. “Hmm, you know what?” she asked. “You’ve been so good, I should really do something for you…”

“Don’t you go worrying about me none,” Big Mac said quickly, unsure of what Fluttershy meant.

“No no, I insist!” she said as she went over to the table and found a knife. “I’ll give you a set of lips!” she said with a wide grin, her eyes trailing from Big Mac to the semiconscious Rarity. She pranced over to the matted mess of a mare and then pushed her to the floor, the ropes wrapped around her body keeping her from fighting Fluttershy. With masterfully precision, Fluttershy sliced off Rarity’s lips, ignoring the animalist cries of the brain dead pony.

Fluttershy set them on the table, beginning to hum as she disappeared into the dark again. She came back with a woven basket, a cover on top, and a soft colored yellow ribbon hanging off the handle. Fluttershy set the basket on the table, tossed the top aside, and then produced a needle and some thread. “Too bad Rarity’s brain dead… She’s a really great seamstress,” the yellow mare murmured. She shrugged as she carried the lips towards Big Mac.

He cringed before the needle ever touched his skin and clenched his teeth when Fluttershy dipped it against his gums. “Sorry honey,” whispered Fluttershy as she worked the thread through Rarity’s lips and Big Mac’s mutilated face. “Don’t worry, I’ve been practicing sewing for a long time, so I promise it won’t look bad,” she said as she finished the top lip.

After a few more minutes of working the bottom lip on, Fluttershy smiled as she set the needle back in the basket. “There,” she said, observing her handiwork. Not surprisingly, her sewing was far better than her cooking. The threads were near invisible and the lips themselves almost looked as if they belonged there, though the white ruined it almost completely. “Now you look a bit more presentable,” she said then paused, glancing around the basement.

“Unlike this place,” she murmured. “We can’t get married until the princess approves it, then she has to travel all the way to Ponyville to speak to us… But this place is a mess!” cried Fluttershy as she kicked Cheerilee’s rotting corpse. “I’ll have to clean up in here before I write to the princess,” she murmured as she dragged Rainbowdash’s body next to Cheerilee’s.

“You’re gonna write to the princess?” Big Mac asked confused, trying out his new lips, and testing them gently as he spoke. “Shouldn’t I do that?” he asked and Fluttershy paused, glancing back at him as she threw Sweetiebell’s body on top of Rainbowdash’s. Big Mac leaned back against the barrel, inhaling slowly before explaining his point. “Hun, ain’t I been missing for a good month now?” he asked and his bride nodded. “Exactly. So if the princess gets a letter from you ‘bout a stallion been missin’ that long, they’re gonna know it was you. Don’t want that.”

Fluttershy smiled at Big Mac. “You’re so smart,” she cooed, embarrassing the already uncomfortable stallion. “Alright, we’ll write it together, but first I need to clean this place up!”

Fluttershy threw Sweetiebell on the table and then cut her open with expert precision, then began to gut her, pulling out all her organs and setting them aside until she found the intestines. She pulled them out carefully, trying her best to keep them whole, and then pushing those aside as well. She repeated the process on Rainbowdash, but didn’t bother with Cheerilee, knowing her corpse was far too old to be of any use until the end.

After covering the table in guts and organs, Fluttershy pranced off into the dark of the cellar and was gone for a good half hour before coming back with a small wood chipper. “Do ya just have a whole department store back there?” Big Mac asked as he stared at the shiny red machine.

Fluttershy giggled. “No, there’s two whole rooms over there though and tons of fun things that my parents kept down here. We only lived here during the summer, but my father always kept anything we might, or might not, need here,” Fluttershy explained as she flipped on the wood chipper. It flared to life, the blades inside churning and gnashing against each other, and it sounded wretched as it spat out a few tiny chunks of wood that had been left in it from its last use.

Fluttershy pushed an extra-large metal tub under the spout for the wood chipper then, with a little smirk, began hacking away at Cheerilee’s rotting body with her trusty saw. It was a nauseating process to watch, chunks of pony meat being tossed into the chipper and the smell began to fill the cellar, causing Big Mac’s eyes to burn as the rotting juices splattered and shot out of the wood chipper. Big Mac gagged a bit as blood began oozing out of the machine, the liquid coating the blades as they tore through the meat.

As Fluttershy tossed another chunk of Cheerilee’s corpse into the machine, Big Mac realized that the meat was a sickish brown, completely rotten, and little chunks of shredded bones were shooting out at what seemed like a deadly speed. He watched as she worked, her body beginning to bob back and forth to some unknown tune, and soon she was onto Rainbowdash. She had just as much fun hacking away at the body, although the meat wasn’t nearly as discolored as the first.

Sweetiebell went in half and half, being small enough to almost fit in the shredder. The tub was almost overflowing with pony meat and Fluttershy smiled to herself again as she grabbed the intestine off the table. “Honey,” she said as she began pouring the contents into a separate tub. “Did you know that dragons stuff their prey’s intestines to make things called sausages?” she said. “Spike was telling me about it once, and that his parents use to make them for breakfast all the time,” she explained as she finished dumping out the intestine. “I’ll wash these quick and show you how to do it, it’s actually really interesting!”

Fluttershy once again disappeared into the dark and the sound of running water filled Big Mac’s ears. He could see a puddle slowly ebbing out of the darkness and could hear the slime from inside the organs, sloshing about in the sink, and then splattering on the floor. Later, Fluttershy reappeared with the now clean intestines, humming, as she carried them over to the tub of bloody pulp.

Big Mac watched, his stomach churning, as Fluttershy tied the end of the organ off; she then cut them into more manageable sized lengths, stuffing them with pulp, and then she began tying the intestines into variously sized links. “See?” she asked as she started cutting the links apart and tossing them up onto the defiled table. “Dragons call these sausages, and Spike said it’s really important that you wash the intestines in order to preserve the flavor of the meat.”

Big Mac watched as she stuffed the entrails until they were full, blood oozing out of holes the slivers of bones made. Fluttershy would even pause to lick the juices off of her hooves, savoring the flavor of the shredded flesh. “I bet these will be fantastic!” Fluttershy said as she continued to stack them, slowly running out of her meaty mixture. “When they’re ready, would you like some dear?”

“No… No, but I’d love another one of those salads you made me,” he said with a slight smile, hoping his face didn’t look too Frankenpony.

Fluttershy glanced down at the sausages for a moment, thinking about her Fiancé’s request, then smiled up at him. “Of course dear,” she said as she dropped another sausage on the pile. She then scooped up a few hoof fulls of them and dropped them in the tub of juices. “Just let me finish up here first, then I’ll go get some food ready for you,” she said as she tossed the rest of the links into the tub. After stirring them into it a bit she trotted over to the cracked open barrel of wine.

She tried to move it, tugging on it, and then walking around it in hopes of pushing it towards the tub of sausages. Unfortunately, Fluttershy’s delicate frame wasn’t capable of moving something so heavy and she huffed as she kicked it in her frustration, but it barely moved. Big Mac watched her for a few moments, seeing her struggle with the barrel, and he wondered why he should care at all. “Hey,” he said. “I could move that for ya,” offered the stallion.

Fluttershy glanced at him before she tried to move the barrel again. “I would love your help, honey bunches,” she huffed and then started to push her back against the barrel, her hooves digging into the floor as she struggled with the wine. “But if I untie you, you’ll try to escape or something,” she said with a little whimper, exerting herself to her limit. Sure she could move the solid oak, cellar door, and a pony, but the wine weighed about as much as two and half ponies; far too much for Fluttershy to move on her own.

“Hey now, that’s not fair,” Big Mac said softly, earning Fluttershy attention. “Ya said it yourself, I’ve been good, ain’t I?” he asked, staring at her with his big green eyes.

Fluttershy walked over to him suspiciously, eyes narrowed just a bit. “You have been good… You promise you won’t try anything?” she asked.

“I just wanna help,” he said gently. Fluttershy watched him for several moments, studying his eyes, and then picked up a knife. She walked towards him slowly, her gaze unsure, then cut the ropes holding her stallion. She pulled them away, one at a time, until Big Mac was free, allowed to fall down on his hooves for the first time in several weeks.

He stumbled at first, catching himself on his weak knees, and then pushed his weight back on his hind legs. He tested his legs, one at a time, and winced at the pain from the infected wounds in his front leg and shoulder, but it was a bearable pain. After testing all of his legs, he glanced over to Fluttershy, eyes fixed on her and he could see her shrink back a bit, fully realizing what she had done.

He walked towards her slowly, watching the little mare retreat towards the stairs, but he slammed his hoof down on her tail and pulled her towards him. Fluttershy squeaked as Big Mac pulled her towards him and flipped her on her back, staring down at the mare with hard eyes. “Before I move that for ya, I got somethin’ on my mind,” he told her and Fluttershy gulped, fearing the worse.

She gasped as Big Mac leaned down, pushing his new set of lips over her, but melted into the kiss. Big Mac pushed his tongue into her mouth, taking in all the blood and bodily fluids that she’d ingested over the day. He kept the vomit down, twitching at the flavor of the blood in Fluttershy’s mouth, but her twitching beneath him made him wish she hadn’t ruined his pride. Thinking of it, he reached out, feeling around for the severed member with slightly evil intentions. Unfortunately, it was out of reach, but he found something that would work just as well.

Fluttershy felt something rub against her slit and she gasped. “Macintosh,” she whispered, her lips parted as the stallion kept his mouth just a few centimeters from her reach. He had grabbed one of the freshly made sausages, using it like a dildo, and he smirked at her expression. He could feel himself starting to shake despite the lack of pleasure for himself, but it was almost worth it. He turned himself around then, his face above her sensitive pussy, and he pulled the sausage aside so he could slide his tongue teasingly around her opening.

Fluttershy twitched, a small moan escaping her as the stallion worked around her hole and over her clit, making her wet. The cuts from a few days earlier were still tender and added to Fluttershy’s pleasure, her body twitching, and her hips moving towards Big Mac as he finally dipped his tongue inside of her. She cried out as he twisted it around inside her, the chunk of meat sitting idle nearby.

Fluttershy yelped in surprise as Big Mac dipped the makeshift dildo into her ass then shoved it in while he continued working on her pussy. “Macintosh!” she cried out as he pulled his tongue out then started rubbing her clit with his hoof, masterfully pounding the sausage into her rear before shoving it in as deep as he could manage. The sausage started to rip apart inside Fluttershy’s ass, the meat and bone smearing around inside of her hole, and the slivers of bone cut into her tender flesh, making her scream out for her stallion once again.

Big Mac leaned down and gulped hard, building up his courage before he took the plunge, and then he pushed his tongue into her ass. Fluttershy moaned loudly as the stallion worked his tongue around inside of her, pulling out chunks of meat as he sucked in shit and pony flesh. Big Mac gagged on the flavor, the blood too much for him, and he vomited on the floor, coving the mare’s rear in the vile, but he carried on. He pushed his tongue in deeper then pushed his new lips over the hole, sucking shit, shredded bones, and meat from his bride-to-be’s tender hole.

He spat it on the floor, watching it mix disgustingly into the puddle of vomit, and he nearly hurled again. He gagged it down, trying his best to keep the mixture of meat and shit down before he delved back into the yellow mare’s pussy. He needed something to get rid of the taste, anything to wash out the slimly cocktail mixing around in the back of his throat. In that moment, Fluttershy cried out again, shaking violently as the stallion worked her into submission once again, masterfully teasing her pussy and clit.

Finally, she came hard, twitching under her fiancé as he pulled away from her, allowing her some room to relieve herself on the floor. She stared up at him, shocked by his actions, but couldn’t have wished for a better outcome to freeing him.

The stallion walked away from her then grabbed the barrel, moving it easily towards the tub of sausages, and dumped some onto them until the tub was half filled with the stuff. He set it down without a word, but a triumphant smile was on his face as he walked towards Fluttershy, smirking. “Now, let’s write that letter.”