Ch. 8 - Kindness
The Monster in the Twilight
Kindness
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“Are you guyth thure thith ith thafe?” Twist trotted closely behind Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo down the narrow path leading deeper into the Everfree Forest, her eyes wide with fear as she twitched away from the sound of every broken twig or animal call.
Scootaloo rolled her eyes. “It’s perfectly safe. Apple Bloom has been coming down here for weeks to meet with Monster.” The little orange filly jumped over a few tree limbs⁽*⁾ that had fallen over the path and kept walking, looking around eagerly in the afternoon sunlight.
(*) There were a lot of tree branches scattered around the forest clearing that had not been there the day before yesterday.
Sweetie Belle hopped over the branches with a sigh. “It’s a shame how Apple Bloom’s family is punishing her for this. If we get Monster to go with us over to her house, we can show them she’s not dangerous. Maybe we can even get cookies.”
“I’ll try,” said Twist hesitantly as she stumbled over the tree branches on the path. “I thtill don’t know why you wanted my help. I’ll jutht get in the way.”
“Don’t be silly, Twist. Monster got spooked by Scootaloo, and I’m too afraid to talk with it. Her. I think she’s a she. Anyway, you’ve made friends with everpony in school. Even Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon don’t really hate you that much.” Sweetie Belle grinned nervously. “Just think of her as a really new student. Who’s big. With scars. And who doesn’t talk very good. Scoots and I will be right over here in this bush if you need us.” They vanished into a nearby bush, leaving Twist all alone in the clearing.
“H-h-hello?” Twist crept around the damaged bush until all that could be seen was her bushy red mane trembling above the tattered branches. “I-ith anypony in here?”
“Apple Bloom said Monster’s really shy,” shouted Scootaloo over the bush. “She may be inside the bush, hiding!”
“Scootaloo!” shouted Sweetie Belle. “Stop yelling!”
“Right!” shouted Scootaloo. “Try not to make too much noise. And see if she knows how to work out this week’s spelling words.”
“I don’t think anypony ith in here,” called Twist in a shaky voice.. “Thomething hath been clawing the ground around here. It’th all thcratchy.”
“Awww!” groaned Scootaloo. “I was going to take her for a ride on my scooter too.”
“Oh, like that will calm her down,” scoffed Sweetie Belle, coughing as she waved a hoof. “Scootaloo, did you eat Mexicolt food yesterday?”
“Me? She who smelt it, dealt it. I thought you were too ladylike to toot.”
Twist had stopped cold once she came back around the mangled bush and was staring in Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo’s direction, seemingly frozen in place. Both of the little fillies quit waving their hooves around to dissipate the noxious odor and slowly turned around to see a giant wolf made of jumbled together branches and chunks of splintered trees, glaring down at them. A green blast of thick fumes roiled out from underneath it, and the Timber Wolf lunged forward at the little fillies.
“AAAAAAHHHH!!” Scootaloo grabbed her friend and bolted straight at Twist, closely followed by the rumbling pile of angry branches. A second and third wolf rapidly began to gather themselves together on the path, and in the shadows around the forest clearing, angry yellow eyes began to appear.
“Scootaloostopwhatareyou — Ooomph!” Twist fairly bounced as her friend body-checked her into the bush, dropping in on top of her with Sweetie Belle right behind.
“Thothe are Timber Wolths!” squealed Twist, still on the bottom side of the three-pony pileup.
“I know! Help me look for a secret door or a hidden tunnel or something!” Scootaloo began furiously digging around in the dirt under the bush.
“That’s right! Apple Bloom said Monster just snuck into the bush without her seeing. There must be a tunnel under here!” Dirt fountained into the air as the three ponies dug furiously, the sound of growling growing nearer and nearer around their tattered bush. The cloying stench of decaying vegetation swept under the bush at the same time as one huge paw began to part the branches, slowly, as if to savor the screaming from the three fillies trapped inside.
The huge Timber Wolf was newly formed, or it would have understood why the rest of its fellow creatures suddenly cringed back into the forest when a small patchy unicorn came galloping into the clearing. One wolf who moved too slowly out of the way found its velocity abruptly increased until it left a trail of friction-ignited twigs in a straight line across the clearing. It was only a short line, because it intersected a towering tree with disastrous consequences, vanishing in a spray of burning twigs and splinters that scattered out into the green woods away from the screaming little ponies.
The thunderous crash did not distract the Timber Wolf who was looming over the bush, entranced by the flood of panic and terror wafting up from its captives. The flood of emotions only grew as it lowered its bushy paw, totally missing the darkness skittering across the body of the running unicorn behind him, a blackened aura that enveloped her horn and leapt across the clearing faster than she could run.
Down became up and sideways for a moment when gravity went from a constant to a radical variable in its vicinity, making the Timber Wolf tumble backwards and into a nearby tree. It rolled to its paws and growled at the small creature who had the audacity to chase it away from such tantalizing sources of fear. The whole clearing practically shimmered with the emotion, driven by the three tasty little creatures inside the bush, and cascading in waves off the larger one. It was a delightful feast, crowned by anger and rage that lit a fire inside the Timber Wolf with a tugging sensation.
A rather strange tugging sensation. In fact, it tugged at all of the wolf’s body, from his bushy tail to each paw, drawing them all in the direction of the dark fire burning in its chest. Gravity crushed it to the ground with a whine while the darkness flared with the snapping noise of small twigs, and then larger branches. The Timber Wolf struggled in vain while the insatiable tug increased, drawing its paws and head closer and closer to the chest until it looked like nothing more than a spherical ball of wood, outlined in black fire. A shrinking sphere.
Monster continued to focus her will on the shrinking darkness.
It hurt others. It would pay. It would not hurt anymore.
Her concentration was disrupted by a small tan thunderbolt on four legs that bowled into her side with an excited shriek of, “Thankyou! Thankyou! Thankyou!”
Monster released her grip on the crushed Timber Wolf, now no more than a blackened smoking cinder lightly sprinkled with sparkles on the forest floor, and tried to see out from the red poofy mane that obscured her vision. The feeling was strange. Only one other had ever held her this way. It was… nice. All the anger and fear coursing through her body and feeding her magic began to drain away, replaced by another kind of hunger. She sniffed. The red poofy mane smelled good, of flavors and tastes that danced around the inside of her mind and tickled her memory. She sniffed again, this time using her magic ever so slightly.
The strange creature smelled like ‘bloom’ and ‘scoots’ and ‘sweetie’ but not like ‘mac’ or ‘sis.’ She took another sniff, just in case, and Monster’s ears drooped. Its shoulder was wet. The good-smelling one was sad. Water leaked from the face when you were sad. The bitter smell of bloom’s blood had been all over the bush. Monster had hurt bloom. The rising surge of magic inside her took a lot of will to fight back. The good-smelling one sobbing into her neck would be hurt if she fled. She tugged against the iron-like grip of the earth pony filly. Once she was at a safe distance, she could use her spell to flee.
“Sweetie Belle, did you see that?” Scootaloo hopped up and down energetically in the remnants of their bush. “That big wolf was like ‘Zap!’ and then Monster came running up and ‘Pow!’ and it got all dark and smoky and turned into a lump! That was so cool!! She’s almost as cool as Rainbow Dash!” The little orange filly dashed out into the clearing to hop excitedly around her new hero while Sweetie Belle still huddled in the bottom of her hole with her forehooves over her head.
“Are we dead y-yet?”
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It took nearly an hour to calm down Twist enough to pry her off Monster’s neck, during which time they managed to find another intact bush large enough for the four of them to huddle under. Despite the really cool way she had chased away the Timber Wolves, Monster looked depressed and weepy, the way Auntie Fix always looked when her secret chocolate stash had been mysteriously depleted. There was no danger of running out of candy though, because each of them had one of Twist’s ever-present supplies of cinnamon sticks in their mouths while Sweetie Belle carefully described to Monster the horrible fate that had befallen Apple Bloom and the aggressively protective way Big Mac had been protecting her, even to the embarrassing point of being at the school during recess⁽¹⁾.
(1) Not that there was a chance of sneaking out during recess to go visit Monster anyway. Miss Cheerilee always kept Scootaloo’s scooter locked up during school hours, because of something she called ‘Liability Insurance.’
Monster put her head down on the bare dirt under the bush and sighed. “mmm falt” The little stub of cinnamon stick vanished inside her mouth with a crunching sound, but even that did not seem to slow the tears that had begun to track down her cheeks.
“It’th not your fault,” said Twist compassionately while sticking a fresh cinnamon stick into Monster’s mouth.
“zzz too. hurt boom. hurt mac. hurt buk. haaammnaauulll.” Larger tears streamed down Monster’s face as her horn glowed briefly and a tattered half of a book plopped to the ground, sliced clean through as if by some impossibly sharp knife. “boom.”
“You mean a spell you cast could have hurt Apple Bloom like the book? That wasn’t your fault. You were just startled. My sister gets startled all the time when I make noise⁽²⁾ around the house.”
(2) Collapsing shelves, falling boxes, plates, cups… Gravity and Sweetie Belle were in constant conflict.
“buk.” The remaining cinnamon stick vanished with a grinding noise and was quickly replaced. Although the tears diminished, they did not stop.
“It’s just a dumb, old book,” scoffed Scootaloo, not spotting the spark of ire in Monster’s watery eyes at her heretical statement. “I’m the one who surprised you, so I’ll go buy a replacement at the bookstore. I’ve got some money saved up.”
“Thee, your problemth aren’t that bad.” Twist gently patted Monster’s short mane, holding onto her last cinnamon stick just in case. “Apple Bloom jutht got a little thcratch on her ear, so you didn’t hurt Big Mac that way.”
Monster shook her head, splattering tears across the ground. “did. thkaaarrrreee.”
“You thcared Big Mac? He’th not thcared of anything.”
Monster blinked away the last of the tears and glared at the ground, focusing her magic on a small patch of dirt. The soil churned and boiled, rising up and shaping together into a small shape of a stout familiar stallion, complete with the right coloring, harness and a feature the little fillies had never seen before. The violet magic around the clay doll sat it to one side as a matching smaller unicorn figure began to take shape, and in a matter of moments, both statuettes sat next to each other.
“Cool.”
“Thweet.”
“What’s that underneath Big Mac?”
“Shh, Sweetie Belle. It’s like a puppet show.”
A pale aura of magic surrounding the two figures made them move, with the stallion bouncing slowly along the ground while the unicorn hid behind a rock. Suddenly, the unicorn doll hopped out from behind the rock to bounce around the red stallion, rubbing up against him and shoving her tail in his face. The stallion hopped around the ground, closely pursued by the unicorn until Monster threw the small doll of Big Mac outside the bush, and pushed the unicorn doll over on its side with an agonized sob.
“Oh.” Twist patted Monster on the neck and got out another cinnamon stick. “You wanted Big Mac to be your thpecial thomepony, and he ran away.”
“Well, duh.” Scootaloo crossed her forelegs and frowned. “It looks like she almost tackled him and rubbed her tail in his face. Ewww. I mean—” The little filly stammered when Monster collapsed on the ground and started to cry again “—that’s not how you make a special somepony.”
“Yeah,” said Sweetie Belle with a happy chirp to her voice. “You need to dress up in a really fancy outfit.”
“And give them thweets and flowerth and cute little cardth with thayings on them,” said Twist.
“And roses. Auntie Fix says roses are the way to a stallion’s heart.” Scootaloo paused, thinking of the intended target. “But I think for Big Mac, you may want something that matches his interests better.”
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Morning dawned brightly over Sweet Apple Acres, the first thin beam of sunlight filtering through the tall tree outside of Big Mac’s bedroom and in through the window. Sunlight always brought him to that drowsy state of wakefulness that preceded the thought of the long line of chores awaiting his attention. He rolled out of bed to trudge to the bathroom, a routine that had occupied nearly his entire life at the farm ever since he had gotten old enough to put on a yoke and pull a plow. It was a welcome routine, so well-worn and polished that he could have followed it through pitch darkness by the familiar dents he had worn in the floorboards of the house. But today, something was different.
Contrary to popular opinion, Big McIntosh was not dumb. He was just very measured in the way he approached both problems and decisions. Without the need for checklists, he was fully able to run all the activities of a farm including the financial reports in a way that made the highly complex tasks appear almost nonexistent. Very few things surprised him in life, which is why when his mind finally managed to work out what was bothering him, he only paused momentarily in his tooth-brushing, finishing the rest of his bathroom activities before plodding back to his bedroom to double-check his observation.
It was still there. He had not put it there. It had not been there last night. And it certainly had not gotten up and walked there on its own. That meant somepony else had moved it there. He opened the window and picked an apple blossom off the tree outside, to give it a sniff and a taste. Neighagara Apple. There were forty-two of them in the far south-west field. And none of them by the house.
“AJ,” he called out, his voice only slightly quavery. “Since when do we have an apple tree outside mah winder?”
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oh my...so i guess twi has a thing for big mac...
WHAT A
! hahaha... always wanted to say that. Great Chapter!
2075804 or an eye for Big Mac's....um....moving right along....
2070621 Yes, part of the brain damage she experienced.
2068148 Timber Wolves are made from forest magic. Magic laws are different inside and outside the forest. There's a reason they don't roam all over the country, the same 'change in magic laws make them weaker' affects them as the unicorns, in the other direction. And I wouldn't use the 'r' word for what F!Twilight tried to do. Have you ever been around a female cat in heat? More like that, only think tiger. Scary tiger.
2067295 'skeered' - Applebloom is pulling out all the stops, the big eyes, the enhanced accent, tears. She'd have violin music playing in the background if Scoots or Sweetie could play.
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.... uh, really not sure about the inclusion of twist into the tale, esp as seems totally out of character to all of the Cmc and twist to be together and interact like that, to be honest it just feels a bit off to me, especially since it is all fillies now. Still thouroughly amused at how she scared big mac, and interested to see what goes next
I'm really loving Monster's character in this chapter.
Well, all chapters, but this one is the last one I can read.
Hmm... so Twi... I mean Monster is still kinda feral. Well this look a job for,
Neat chapter...I won't try to tell you to change the path of the story....but I had the "I'm not so sure about this" when Twist and Twilight having a crush on Big Mac showed up.
Yes.
Called it, and I think you might want to let up on Mac's accent. I don't think he would actually call it a 'winder'
2075804 And why not? Big Mac is the epitome of stallion in all of Equestria. Add into the fact that he does live near by the Everfree and no other ponies go by it for her to see, plus the low male count in Ponyville. And not to forget that the only other stallions she has ever seen where with her brother constantly trying to capture her. Big Mac just has that presence that says 'I will never betray you' and naturally she gravitated towards that.
2075804 Dont we all have somthing for Big Mac(s)? ...wait which Big Mac are we talking about?
Gotta say, I love Twist here. Only somepony with sweetness and love as their special talents would freak out by giving Monster a comforting hug. This story keeps getting better and better.
Stupid question... Does Twi have a thing for Big Mac, or was she just in heat at the time?
Most ponys just give flowers.......
2075872 - I thought the eye thing was something she trained herself for somehow. You said that she was able to focus both eyes on a single object in a previous chapter.
Augh the lead up to the capture and re-education of Twilight is killing me! I mean I want to savour each chapter and you are doing amazing on the spacing but I just want to see it already
Just me being dramatic
That explanation of Monster!Twilight trying to have sex with Big Macintosh was hilarious
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Well, episode one clearly shows the cmc hiding together under something when Nightmare Moon appeared. Also, we know that Twist was a friend of Applebloom's at the time. With the departure point of Twilight's cutie mark experience, they could have possibly formed a group together or at least be acquaintances.
Oh man. Poor Big Mac. Scary, deranged, scarred, dirty, powerful feral pony wants him.
*Checks for comedy or Dark tags*
...Neither. I have no idea how this will turn out. Alrighty then.
I'm very glad that the kids didn't get what Twilight was trying to do to Mac
For some reason, Twilight saying 'buk' is one of the cutest things I've ever seen
Also, Twilight needs to have a talk with somepony about boundries and personal space
Well now, I suppose that explains Mac's reaction from a chapter or so ago.
Apple Trees are more his speed than Roses, there is clearly nothing wrong with this plan.
Very happy to see another update...
And oooh dear... a WHOLE apple tree? 
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Be that as it may, the inclusion of twist and how she acted was just odd to me and kept throwing me out of the story to go huh? At least part of that though is probably the damn exaggerated lisp which to be honest after a certain point just got old. It made this a chapter more to endure in some ways then enjoy, though everyone elses parts made up for that in many ways.
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judging by her behavior, probably both. she probably has some form of crush on big mac, and when her heat came around, she couldn't control herself.
2076903 Yeah, that sounds about right. X3
No half measures for Twiley the Homework Monster.
Looks Like Big Mac is pretty much screwed... Literally.
....
Now did Feralight use wild magic to create a brand new tree?
Or did she rip out one from the orchard?
Why do I get this creepy watching you sleep vibe from Twilight now?
Poor Big Mac, the crazy overpowered abomination who wants to do unspeakable things to him, knows where he sleeps.
So twilight fancys Big Mac? Theres no escape.
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I'll be honest. I agree with you fully on the lisp thing. Whenever someone includes Twist in a fic I get worried. It's not too bad to have a few lines of dialogue, but when she's talking for the bulk of a chapter it gets really irritating. The same goes for when someone exaggerates the drawl of an Apple family member too much. I like to know what the characters are saying.
This may be the only Twimac fic I'll ever read. Certainly it's the only one I've ever enjoyed.
Beauty and the Beast ...
and Beauty is ... Big Macintosh? ...
Oh Yea! bow chicka wow wow!
Little forward there, Monster!
This fic is called "The Monster in the Twilight", not "Big Mac in the Monster in the Twilight".
If your gona have Twist plz bring down the lisp i wanna be able to understand what they say not have to sit there and read the same 8 words for 3 minutes to get it. Realy you don't even need to type the lisp we can imagine it when reading and get the same feeling.
what does: buk. haaammnaauulll.” Monster’s hor
mean?
haaammnaauulll is the only word in twilight's feral speech that I don't understand, what it does it mean?
Winder instead of window is not a suitable replacement for it sounding like it is said with an accent in my opinion.
Apart from that still a nice chapter.
Cutie Mark Crusader monster matchmakers, yay!
Weird, this went from dark, to sad, to funny. Kind of in interesting story but I am kinda hoping she will eventually meet one of her friends. My bet is either on fluttershy or applejack. I guess we shall see.
2078332 It is as close to the word "animal" as she can reach. While she is still quite self aware, to the point of understanding the emotions of others around her, she still sees herself as an "animal". She is convinced that as much as she tries to help and make friends, she hurts or scares them just as easily, which is why she calls herself an animal. She doesn't know any better, I think.
In terms of this chapter, I loved it. Twist's lisp was kind of annoying, but I'm used to it. All you need to do is replace her lisp with an "S" in most cases. I also enjoyed Twilight's though processes in this: her anger at the Timberwolves and her protectiveness of the fillies helped show that she's really not some feral monster that needs to be "put down". I have a feeling the CMC are going to be key in Twilight's recovery when they do finally "capture" her (or whatever else they might do to get her out of the Everfree).
Well, the good news is that Twilight has more friends. The bad news is that they're probably going to be at loggerheads with Shining Armor and Cadence. Let's see what happens...
great chapter. twilight coming on to big mac in a "please fuck me roughly" fashion gives me both a hilarious and a very creepy image. found it completely hilarious that twi gave big mac a tree as a present instead of flowers to convey her message, although her actual message is a bit different than the usual, but i guess her 'flowers' are bigger...side note on that: did she grow the tree (or copy it somehow), or did she simply 'relocate' one of their trees? (i can guess, but i want to be sure)
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Inside Monster Twi's mind when Big Mac's near.....
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Lol, Joking.
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MonsterxMacintosh is my new otp.
But seriously, I think that 'relationship' could be interesting. Me monster, you Macintosh kinda thing maybe
2079937 Shows up in next chapter, which is written, I'm just 'pruning' it a bit (ouch)
2080081 Arrgh, you almost made me fall off my chair. Yes, she's a lurker, but not quite a stalker. Not really TwiMac, it would be a little sick for Mac to take advantage/be taken advantage of her in her present condition.
2079088 Bingo! Right on the head. You made me feel a lot better right there. Yes, all I really did with Twist's dialogue is to sed s/'s'/'th'/a (well, close to that. My Unix is rusty) She just had about 8 words in a row all with 's' in them, or the pronunciation of 's' so it sounded really 'th'ie.
As a side note to the "I don't understand why X is an Element of Y" people, apparantly the qualification for 'Element' is fairly loose. Applejack got it for saying 'Let go' instead of the much more logical, 'Rainbow and Fluttershy are right below you and set to catch your falling flank, now let go before you pull us both over the edge.'
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i love your release schedule!
I feel like I was the only one who wasn't bothered by
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So let me understand what is going on, Twilight Sparkle with a lot of uncontrollable power live in everfree forest, scared the carp out of every monster and got many battle scars, she still love books even if she hardly can speak, she escape many attempts of capture by Capitan of Royal Guard and princess of love, Alicorn and powerful Unicron with many guards on they side, and she have a crush on Big Mac.
I...... do not know what to say.
Twilight having a crush on Big Mac that's a interesting twist. I'm looking forward to what happen's when Twilight meet's the rest of the mane six in this story. Will Dash find out about Twilight and what happen to her including her part in it? I could see Dash blaming herself for what happen to Twilight. Since her Sonic Rainboom is what started it all. I could also see her becoming determined to make things right.
Thith ith tho athorable!!!
Twimac: Not quite what I expected, but intriguing.