Perspective: Big Macintosh
He saw it from the corner of his eye. His head whipped around at a speed unimaginable for such a large pony. Sweat formed uder his forelock as he started to hyper-ventilate. So close. “Mac! Get your big red flank back here!” commanded Applejack as he abandoned his post at the apple cart. The large pony broke into a speedy gallop, determined to reach his target before it was too late. He snorted as he ran, both from anger and physical movement that he wasn’t prepared for. Coming n proximity to his target, he spun around on the forehand and leaned forward slightly. Big Macintosh let his hind hooves fly, connecting with the face of Soarin the Wonderbolt.
The sound of the impact turned the attention of most ponies, especially Fluttershy who was about a few feet ahead. “Macintosh?” said Fluttershy. Soarin’s flew back five feet, but luckily Mac had restrained himself to just cause pain. He could have kicked the wings off that no good Wonderbolt if he wanted to. With Soarin on the ground Big Mac rose to stomp his face into the dirt. “No!” cried a weak voice as Fluttershy grabbed Mac’s shoulder before he could give the blue Pegasus pony what he rightfully deserved for all the crap he had put his family through.
Soarin’ laid still for a few tense moments but eventually squirming around. Soarin rubbed his aching head from the injury. “Ow? What did you do that for?”
“Keep yur dirty hooves off my wife,” growled Macintosh in seething anger.
Soarin’ looked back and forth between the large farm pony and butter Pegasus before a tiny spark clicked in his brain. “Do you know who you’re messing with, farm pony?”
“Yeah. Do you?” retorted Macintosh cleverly. Soarin lunged at Mac in defense, but Mac just hithim back down with the swipe of a hoof.
Soarin scrambled to his hooves but held his ground, putting his face up to Mac’s. His breath reeked of whisky as it assaulted Macintosh’s nostrils. “I have something to say, and its best you not get in my way, big boy,” retorted Soarin. With two stomps of his hooves, the two pegasi that were guarding the café entrance appeared behind Macintosh and restrained his shoulders.
“Well say what you gotta,” said Mac as a crowd of ponies gathered around the scene. Insane flashed of cameras indicated that this was more interesting than watching Spitfire and Misty sip tea.
Soarin opened his mouth to respond, but a camera flashed in his right eye and made him blink a few times. Looking around nervously, he cleared his throat.“If you’d rather talk in private, that can be arranged,” said Soarin smugly.
“Please!” shot in Fluttershy, not wanting any other ponies to get hurt.
“Eeyup,” agreed Big Macintosh.
“Gentlecolts, please bring this pony and his wife to my dressing room.” Soarin spread his famous wings and took off. The two pegasi guards herded Fluttershy and Big Mac to the Wonderbolt’s spot.
“Mac, what are you doing here?” whispered Fluttershy with her head low.
“He could have hurt you again. I couldn’t let him lay a hoof on you ever again.” Big Mac looked to his wife and her ready to burst stomach, and with a smile, nuzzled her. “I was stupid. Sorry sugarbcube.”
“I just don’t want anypony getting hurt,” said the gentle mare with a few scared tears. Big Mac nuzzled her comfortingly and she let more scared tears spill before the guards pushed them forward.
A large tent in the middle of the field loomed over them. On the top was the Wonderbolt’s insignia. Soarin had already disappeared inside, and now the husband and wife were being ushered in as well. The inside of the tent was grass, but where they had entered had been done up into a dressing room. Soarin was lying on a plush couch, and Mac had a feeling he wouldn’t be invited to take a seat. The guards stood behind the couple until Soarin dismissed them with a nod of his large head.
“You’re lucky I’m not suing,” said Soarin as he continued to rub the spot he was kicked.
“And what’s keepin’ ya?” asked Mac. With a fierce look from Fluttershy, he immediately wished he hadn’t said that. It may change his mind.
Soarin fiddled with a button on his uniform uncomfortably. “I… have seen the error in my ways, and this makes us equal.” His eyes drifted to Fluttershy’s stomach.
This sent Mac off the handle indefinitely. “You what?” he bellowed. “You abuse my wife, put ‘er through the worst time of ‘er life, and you not suing us is your way of sayin’ yur sorry?”
“I am not finished…” said Soarin. Big Mac, with a soft pat form Fluttershy’s hoof, settled down. “I will also pay for the expenses of my foal, as I will act as a proper father to him.”
Mac and Fluttershy’s jaws almost hit the grounds. “W-what?” said Fluttershy quietly.
“The foal is mine,” stated Big Macintosh firmly. Soarin looked up in surprise and hopped off of his comfy couch. Soarin approached Big Macintosh and looked him over with a keen eye. Then he eyed Fluttershy with the same eye, causing her to shrink behind her mane until Big Mac came to stand between them.
“And how do you know that?” questioned Soarin.
“Its an earth pony,” retorted Macintosh, and only Fluttershy’s hoof kept him from punching Soarin square in the jaw.
“My father was an Earth pony,” responded Soarin sternly. “I feel I have every right to the foal as you do, seeing as it could be mine.”
“Its not. So I’d appreciate you lettin’ me and my wife be with our foal.” Soarin’s eyes shifted uncomfortably. The tent parted, and Rainbow Dash and Spitfire walked in before Soarin’ could say anything.
“Hey Fluttershy,” greeted Rainbow Dash.
“What are you guys talkin’ about?” asked Spitfire, seeing Big Macintosh.
Big Mac and Fluttershy kept their muzzles shut, not wanting to get themselves in trouble.
“I’ll tell you whats going on,” said a still intoxicated Soarin, “These two refuse to give me my foal.”
Rainbow Dash’s eyes dilated and she whipped around to Fluttershy, her brain quickly making the connection. “Y-y-you mean?” she stuttered, not being able to fathom the new image that had just been painted of one of her idols.
“You ass!” screamed Rainbow Dash as she hoofed Soarin in the face. He stumbled back as Rainbow Dash repeatedly punched him. He stumbled and knocked into the coffee table, flipping over. Spitfire rushed to his side, checking his injuries.
“What the hell, Rainbow?” she screamed as she aided her co-worker and friend.
“I’ll tell you what. He raped Fluttershy!” she yelled loud enough for the body guards to poke their heads in in curiosity. The blood drained from Spitfire’s face as she dropped Soarin’s head from her hooves. Fluttershy started crying into Mac’s hooves at the mention of the event once again.
“Soarin’? Is this true? Stammered a shocked Spitfire.
“I-I thought it was you, Spitty. I love you.” An intense heat built up in Spitfire that turned her coat a bright red, and Mac was sure steam was about to flood from her ears.
“Are you kidding?! How could you do this? And the fact that you wanted to do this to me as well!? Look what you’ve done. You’re fired. I never want to see your raggedy ass in my crew again. You’re finished. Guards!” she screamed in a furious fit. They immediately zipped in. “Take Mr. Soarin’ to the Ponyville Police Department on account of the rape of Fluttershy Carington.” The guards looked absolutely shocked at the news, but did as instructed.
“Let go of me!” yelled Soarin as they restrained him. “Do you know who I am? Let me go!” His voice faded into the distance as he was carried away.
Spitfire cried silently at the loss of her best friend, but tried to maintain her professional composure. “I am so sorry Fluttershy. I had no idea at all. Really, I cant not believe this happened, and I’ll offer any support I can to help you,” she said kindly, wiping a few tears from her brown eyes.
Fluttershy nodded gratefully, having heard this spiel from all of her friends. With a sniff, Spitfire turned to Rainbow Dash. “Well, it seems like we need a new Wonderbolt member…”