//------------------------------// // Day 9 (previously unreleased) // Story: Heat Wave (The Naughty-Bits Kind) // by Scooter //------------------------------// Day 9 Big Mac's vision slowly came back to him. Everything was a blur, akin to an overexposed photograph. Slowly, he could feel his limbs again and his hearing came back to him, ringing. As he composed himself, he felt strange. He felt some odd feeling, like pressure pushing up against him, but not a physical pressure from a tangible object. He then recalled the feeling from his younger days that he spent climbing apple trees with his cousins. Shit, ahm hangin' upside down, he thought, looking around. His vision was clear enough to tell that he was indeed hanging upside down. He had been hogtied and was now hanging by a rope. To his sides were Thunderlane and Soarin. Both were still unconscious, but Soarin had begun to stir. It was a few minutes before Soarin came to. When he did, he began to panic. “Where are we?! Oh Celestia, what are they going to do to us?! Why can't I feel my fingers!?!” “Calm down! We're gonna be just fine. I ain't gonna let anythin' happen to ya, alright?” Mac said, trying to stop his panicking. Soarin, who was on the verge of hyperventilating, looked at him, “You promise? You promise you won't let anything happen to me?!” Mac nodded, “Ah promise” Soarin sighed and stopped his squirming. Mac breathed a sigh of relief and looked around. They were in a room that had been turned into a sort of dungeon, as ramshackle of one it may be. It seemed to be a cellar, presumably that of the town hall. Mac's ears rose as he heard clattering. It was the pulling of chains. They listened for a minute before the door at the top of the stairs flung open. Light showed from upstairs and revealed a shadow. A very poofy shadow. It hopped down the stairs, revealing the pink mare. She spunkily trotted up to the three ponies with a wide smile on her face that stretched, quite literally, from ear to ear. “Hiya!” She chirped, “It's me! Pinkie Pie! It was me in the last chapter who Judo-punched your faces! So, I'll be letting you know about what is happening later on in this chapter. Okay, so, it's like this, the mares and I are making everything nice for you fellas and we are going to bring you all up and do the mommy/daddy pants (or lack thereof) dance! It's going to be swell! We got a nice bottle of Chablis, some Barry White, it'll be awesome! So, I'll come back in a few minutes to get you colts and then we're going to ravish your genitals! Okie-dokie, be back before you can say “no means no!” With that, Pinkie turned around and scampered up the stairs to continue preparation for the looming sexy time. Mac looked around the room for a way they could escape, spying nothing but a rather small window and the stairs leading to the mares that surely littered the upper level. Mac looked to the rope that tied him. He looked over to Soarin, as well. “Ah've got an idea” Soarin looked at him, smiling, “You do? That's great! What is it?” “Eat the ropes,” He said, gesturing with his head to his bound hooves. “...w-what?” “Eat. These. Ropes. Bite through 'em.” Soarin looked at him, dumbfounded, “I can't eat through ropes!” Mac sighed heavily, “Sure ya can, just think they're somethin' else” Soarin looked terribly unsure, “Like what?” “How 'bout pie?” Soarin's heart skipped a beat at the mention of pie. He swallowed hard and nodded. He could do this, “Alright, I'll try.” Mac smiled brightly, “Thank ya, ah'm sure you can do it” Soarin looked at the ropes binding Mac's hooves, they were pretty thick. Like, pretty thick. They were thick. Soarin began wiggling. As he wiggled, he began to swing, slightly. He continued to until he had a good bit of movement going. He then treated the situation like he was on a swing-set, leaning into it when he went towards Mac and leaning back when away. Soon, he was inches away from Mac's ropes. One last swing and he was there. He flew back, away from Mac, almost colliding with the wall. Then, in slow motion, he came back to Mac, leaning up and clenching his teeth down on his ropes. As he continued to swing back, Mac was pulled with him, stopping them both in the middle. “Good job! Now all ya gotta do is get through these here ropes!” Soarin began to chew the ropes, they were so frickin' thick. Like, damn those are some thick ropes. By far the thickest ropes that Soarin had ever chewed on. Soarin ground his teeth, beginning to fray the rope. “Come on, ah believe in ya! It's just like pie. Real thick, dry pie.” Soarin began to pull on the rope, which was firmly clenched between his molars. He tugged and bit down as hard as he could. The rope began to give to his stallion teeth. As it frayed even more, he quickened his pace, fiercely yanking at it, violently thrashing his head. The ropes strained and with one last grinding of his teeth and a twist, the ropes snapped. Mac feel to the ground, landing with an thud. Mac struggled for a moment before he freed his limbs. He rose from the ground, sighing with relief. He then made quick work of freeing Soarin and then Thunderlane, who still managed to be unconscious. Soarin went over to Thunderlane and gave him a hard hoofslap to the face, “YOU NEED. TO WAKE. UP.” Thunderlane snorted and flailed his limps. He whipped his head around, “What is happening!?” Soarin put a hoof to his mouth, muffling his yelling, “Shh shh shhhhh” Mac cracked his neck and sighed. He looked around the room. How can we git outta here? The small window was indeed still too small for escaping through and the only other exit was the stairs. Ah guess any port inna storm. “Follow me” Soarin and Thunderlane watched as Mac went up the stairs, turned around and bucked the cellar door off it's hinges, splintering the door frame. Soarin and Thunderlane both yelped and followed after Mac. The three entered the main floor and ran through the room screaming. They charged past the bed with rose petals on it. They charged past the boombox playing “Can't Get Enough of Your Love, Babe”. They charged past the candle-lit dinner. As they neared a door, they ran through a small wire near the floor and a net came up from the ground, trapping them all. They squirmed around, trying to escape. Pinkie ran up to the net, gesticulating grandly to the other mares, “See? I tooooold you this would come in handy!” She turned her attention to the stallions, “You should NOT have done that, that is just rude. We made everything all nice and then you try to leave!? Hurtful. Now we'll have to do this in the next chapter. PUNCH IN THE FACE.” The punches hit all but one of them in the face. Expecting a punch in the face, Mac countered it by putting his hoof up. Pinkie's punch landing squarely in the middle of it. There was silence, then a crack. Mac's hoof split right down the middle. His jaw clenched as he made a whine that was far too high for him and then let out a scream that could wake the dead. Pinkie shrank back, “Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no” Mac lifted himself up off the ground, gritting his teeth so hard that they threatened to crack. He threw the two unconscious companions onto his back and charged out of the building, dragging the net along with him with little regard for breaking anything. He crashed through the door, sending it splintering and charged down the stairs and into the night. Pinkie watched the stallion as he fled. She then turned to the other mares in the room, dumbstruck at what had occurred. “Don't worry. I'll bring 'em back.” She was suddenly wearing sunglasses.