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// Macabre Ponies 
// Story: Pinkintosh Tails 
// by The1Ryu 
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Big Macintosh's chest tightened painfully as his skin crawled with fear and his stomach churned not knowing what to do as distant voices in his mind argued for him to both press-on and flee.  His lips pressed into Pinkie Pie's warm and perpetually sweet lips without much thought either than the contentment.  Today, however, that contentment lasted only for the moment of their kiss and as soon as they were parted it was buried under the sea of his panic.  Feeling the lingering wetness of her lips on his own he realized just how dry his mouth was.  

Leaning back Big Macintosh could see Pinkie's smile drop to one of concern, "Ahh Mackie is something wrong? Do you feel sick?  Are you sleepy?  Was someone mean to you today?"   

Big Macintosh gave a small grin despite his fear, reveling in how motherly and childish Pinkie could be at the same time.  He gave a slow shake of his head and lied, "Nope."  

"Okie Dokie Lokie," She rhymed happily skipping past him beckoning him to follow with a gentle lash of her tail.  It fell over his face and tickled as she pulled it away leaving the lingering scent of cotton candy in his nostrils.  Pinkie Pie climbed up on the worn couch, the brown upholstery of couch was so dirty and stained it was almost black save for the striped and polka dot patches that covered holes.  It really should have been thrown away, but Big Macintosh and saved it and brought it down there into an empty room of the root cellar.  His delight was again only momentary as she plucked a thick and wide round metal disk from her tail and tossed it to him.  "I brought the next one," She almost squealed with delight in her sing-song tone.  

Big Macintosh caught it in his mouth, it was as big around as his broad chest, but he didn't question how Pinkie Pie had stored and managed it in the fond pinkie, poofy tail.  The sickening fear swelled larger in his chest when he finally held the thing, of course, it was inevitable it would come out.  That was why they were in the root cellar so late at night, where they weren't likely to be disturbed and his family wouldn't be able to hear the screams.  

He wondered, not for the first time if he should just remain quiet, watching the damn thing couldn't possibly be much worse than facing what the mare obviously disturbed mare would do to him evidenced from her movies.  He shivered at the thought.  

"Mackie are you sure something's not wrong?"  Pinkie Pie asked again this time her smile faded to a frown and her voice was small and filled with worry.  

Big Macintosh sighed, he couldn't let himself think like that.  Pinkie Pie had opened herself up and showed him something about herself that she had kept hidden from everyone else he had to return that same courtesy to her.  He moved over to the couch laying down across the other side.  The couch was just big enough for the two of them to lay on it together if they pressed in close, and why wouldn't they?  He set the metal pan containing the movie reel down on the floor between them.  She looked down at it and up at him as he looked down at her, but not quite in the eyes until he said, "Pinkamina... ah really don't like your horror movies."  

Pinkie gasped and covered her mouth with a hoof, her wide hurt eyes staring up at Big Macintosh as he continued.  "Ah just get plain scared.  So scared ah can't sleep and ah don't think I'll ever be able to go up a ladder again after that last one.  And ah'm sorry cus I know y'all like 'em but I just can't watch any more.  Ah-ah'm sorry Pinkamenia."  

As he finished Big Macintosh's head and ears drooped and waited for Pinkie's to confirm her disappointment.  Instead, a pair of hooves wrapped around his neck, just above his yoke, and pulled him into a tight hug.  Her face pressed against his and he heard her sniffling before she spoke into his ear.  "I'm so sorry Mackie, I-I thought you said you liked horror movies."  

In a breath, all of Big Macintosh's anxieties flowed out of him and his only thoughts were of the reassurance of the mare's feeling.  He wrapped his hooves around her as well and tried to joke.  "Ah do, but ah don't know what's wrong with them Kirin ponies.  They went a darn sight past horror with them movies."

"Well, you don't have to watch them if you don't want to Mackie," Pinkie reassured him, nuzzling into his cheek and ear.  She pulled him in close as if he might slip away.  

"Thank you Pinkamina," He smiled nuzzling her back.  They pulled just far enough back that their lips could meet.  This time their kiss was both needy and reassuring, long and purposeful.  When they finally parted they nuzzled their noses together not wanted to part completely.  

"Buuuut," Pinkie drawled playfully, leaning back so they could see each other properly.  "Maybe if you're too scared to sleep afterward, we should only watch them if I stay over for the night?"  

Panic gripped Big Macintosh's chest again and his stomach churned as the distant voices returned to his mind, arguing again for him to both press-on and flee.