It was a sunny day in Ponyville and small fillies and colts filled the school yard. Three young fillies without cutie marks gathered together, "Oh boy! I can't wait for the carnival!" A small southern yellow filly squeaked in joy.
"I know Applebloom! I can't wait either! I bet it will be tons of fun~" A filly of equal size with a pure white coat and purple curls said. Both fillies turned to there small orange friend.
"What do you think Scootaloo?" the southern filly asked her.
"Yeah! it'll will be great" she replayed to her friend.
The three young fillies walked through town to Applebloom's farm house. "Applejack!!! Big MAAAAC!!!" the yellow filly shouted into the house hoping someone would be there, but no answer, just the sound of Granny's chair rocking. "Must be picking apples for the carnival," the yellow filly said to her friends.
"Soo, what should we do to past the time?" the white filly asked.
"Let's just go up and play in my room for awhile until Applejack or Big Mac get back from apple picking," Applebloom suggested.
"Sounds like fun!" both the little fillies agreed. The three young fillies played, drew, and colored in Applebloom's room waiting for Applejack to get home.
Applejack, the middle child of the apple family, made it back home, apples picked and ready for baking. Big Mac was carrying a bucket of apples inside.
"Girls! Are you here?" Applejack yelled up the stairs towards Applebloom's room. Applejack's voice echoed as she heard small hoofs running around the top floor. The hoof sounds ran down the stairs to Applejack.
The three little fillies jumped around the older earth pony, "Applejack! Applejack! Applejack!" the little fillies shouted.
"Alright girls. Alright girls. Calm down. I see you fillies are all ready for the carnival," Applejack giggled "Let us be off then girls...Big mac come on!" There was a huge thud on the ground in the kitchen "I'm-a-comin!" a dumb, deeper Southern voice said back to Applejack. A big red colt with a piece of wheat in his mouth "I'm-a-ready little sis," he said walking towards Applejack and the fillies.
The group headed out to the center of Ponyville where everypony was going to be for the new carnival that rolled into town.
As they walked up into the carnival area, the little fillies eyes lit up. It was full of bright lights in all colors. There were fun games to play and even some small rides for young fillies and colts but most importantly, something most ponies don't eat, deep-fried food. They had almost deep-fried everything, from deep-fried carrot cakes all the way to deep-fried hayfries. Applejack handed the fillies some bits to go play some games, ride some rides, and maybe get some food.
"Have fun girls," Applejack said as the three fillies ran off to play in the carnival. "Awe, aren't they cute, Big Mac?" Applejack asked not noiceing that Big Mac had already made his way to the deep-fried food stands "Big Mac?" Applejack turned to see him walk away "Oh, Big Mac..." she sighed.
Big Mac looked down at the deep-fried food in front of him, "Hmm..." He thought of what he wanted first until he was tapped on the side. It was Applebloom's orange friend, Scootaloo.
"Big Mac...Can you get me a carrot cake?" she asked incase she couldn't reach and handed him some of her bits. Big Mac didn't take them but just payed for it himself.
He handed it to her, "Here-ya go sweetie," Big Mac said.
"Thank you!" she smiled at Big Mac. Big Mac got some deep-fried apple turnovers.
Big Mac took his apple turnovers, sat down, and started to eat them. He looked over and saw Applebloom and her two little friends, one being the small, orange filly who asked him for the deep-fried carrot cake. Big Mac took a bit out of his apple turnover as he looked over at the young, orange filly's plush rump and the short legs that followed along. He thought about her smooth, young skin and how it would...Taste...He took another bite of the apple turnover. He smirked at the thought of the young filly....Deep-fried.
An hour had gone by, tons of fun had been had, and the fillies tired themselves out. Applebloom yawned as she was put on Applejack's back. Applejack had walked Sweetiebell home as Big Mac walked Scootaloo home. Big Mac couldn't help but think about deep-fried filly, and here was his chance. He was alone with the filly and the fryers were still on for the carnival.
Scootaloo yawned as she sat down.
"Wait here sweetie..." Big Mac had said to the young filly as he walked away into one of the deep-fried food-stands. There he started up one of the fryers and luck would have it, there was also rope in there. Big Mac took the rope and carried it out back to the filly, Scootaloo, who was almost asleep. She slowly looked up at the bigger colt with a confused look.
"Big Mac..." she questioned. But, for an answer, all she got was his hoof on the side of her face, knocking her out cold.
Once Scootaloo woke up again, she found herself tied up in one of the food stands with Big mac was sitting in front of a fryer. Big Mac looked back at the young filly.
"Oh, your up," he said as he walked over to her.
"W-why am i tied-up?" she asked confused. "W-whats going on?" she asked away but Big Mac didn't give an answer.
Big Mac took one of the sticks that they put food on during the carnival and slowly stuck the stick up Scootaloo's small ass. She wiggled and made a small squeak of uncomfort, it wasn't painful, just felt weird. She looked up at Big Mac again.
"B-Big Mac...? W-what are you doing?" she asked again, she time she got an answer.
"Well, little filly.....I just wanted some deep-fried filly..." Scootaloo looked at him scared and shocked.
"Y-you're gonna e-eat me?" she asked.
"Eeyep," Big mac replied.
He took the tray out of the fryer and picked up Scootaloo. He gently set her in the tray.
"Now don't ya be to loud. Someone might hear ya..." Big Mac said. "Maybe I should just cut out your tongue now and eat that later..."
Scootaloo's tears ran down her face. "Please Big Mac...Don't do this..." she begged him. "PLEASE!!" She screamed. "HELP!!" She screamed again.
"Now, why did ya do that?..." Big Mac asked with a frown.
Big Mac picked up one of the knifes off the table and he pulled out Scootaloo's tongue and he carved out her tongue. She tried to scream in pain yet, as much as she was in, she didn't black out this time. All she could taste was her own blood.
Big Mac smirked, "That's better..." he said.
Big Mac picked up the tray with the filly on it and put her over the fryer. Scootaloo looked at Big Mac with big teary eyes. She tried to beg for her life more, but he didn't even listen. Big Mac slowly put her in the hot boiling oils. She wiggled, cried, and tired to scream. She was in burning pain for minutes until soon she stopped moving and she was done cooking. Big mac pulled up the tray of deep-fried filly. He picked her up by the stick and took a big bite out of one of her legs.
"Hm...Yummy..." Big mac said.
