It was a hot summer’s day; the Cutie Mark Crusaders were in their clubhouse attempting to brainstorm ideas for their next adventure. Sweetie Belle was cross-eyed in thought, while Scootaloo had her brow furrowed to the likes. Apple Bloom simply lay on the hardwood floor, small splinters poking at her underside making her shift uncomfortably every few minutes. The cool touch of the wood on her stomach helped relieve some of the sweltering heat brought on by the mid-summer sun outside. They had been thinking for hours, It seemed that they had tried every possible hobby, skill and talent in all of Equestria. "Ah got it!" Apple Bloom suddenly shouted, causing the two other fillies to jump in surprise. "Let’s go ask my brother! He's bound to have some good ideas!” The other two ponies agreed, fresh out of ideas themselves, as they headed out the door towards the farm.

Big Macintosh was having one hay of a day. After getting a splinter in his hoof while bucking apples his sister decided that she had other things to do, leaving him with all the work and an injured hoof. Not to mention the other problem. Due to his busy work schedule he hadn't had a chance to go out in almost a month. This wouldn't be a problem for most stallions, but Big Mac was a big man, he needed release and sometimes a hoof just didn't cut it. He was busy in the barn sorting the days apple harvest when he heard the doors open with a resonating squeak that echoed off the walls of the hollow barn.

“how yah doin’ big brother?” Apple Bloom said as the three ponies entered the barn. Big Mac had always adored his little sister, she was so nice and innocent. Sure she had gotten into misadventures every now and then, but it was all just lessons to be learned. “Hey Big Mac!”, Scootaloo, the more active of the ponies, was trotting alongside his sister. He had always found her cute in her own kind of way. She was a very athletic filly and it showed in her muscular physique and tight round blank flank. Sweetie Belle simply wore a big smile as she greeted the large red stallion. Her name matched her demeanor, she was sweeter than Granny Smiths famed apple pie.

“We was wonderin’ if you could help us with ideas for getting our cutie marks.” Big Mac thought for a moment, three of his favorite fillies looking up at him with admiration. They would do anything for him. Anything. That was it, the answer to his problems sat right in front of him in the form of three innocent ponies. “BIG MAC!” Scootaloo shouted at the top of her lungs, Startling the red stallion out of his daydream, “will you help us?”

”Eeyup.” was his only response.

Author's Note

I am aware that a fic exists of Big Mac raping and murdering the Crusaders, I have not read the story purposely so I would not leach ideas by accident. Any similarities are purely coincidental.