> To Do List
>  by False Door
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> 4:00 A.M.
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The alarm clock rang, yanking Big Macintosh out of a dead sleep. His bloodshot eyes opened to reveal a still dark room. The bed creaked as he shot up and grabbed the screaming device, heart pounding. He couldn't figure out how to silence it so he smothered it under his pillow till it died. Four o'clock again for the fifth day in a row. Late nights all. He felt like he'd been run over by a train.
He slapped his own cheek and tried to shake himself awake as he wobbled down the hall to poke his head into Granny's room. He listened until he heard the soft rattle of her snoring in the darkness, the dim moonlight only revealing a featureless dark lump. Still alive. Maybe he was overreacting but it was worrisome. The bug that she and Applejack had was bad. If it could make Applejack housebound for days on end, what could it do to an older mare?
The red stallion sighed and closed the door softly. He pattered respectfully down the hall to the kitchen to make himself toast and a bowl of oats. He lit a work lantern and set it on the table while he ate quickly. Afterwards he brought the light outside and fed the livestock. It was much earlier than they would usually eat but he had to get it done then to have time to harvest and then take the cart into town. He had to do everything now which meant waking up early, going to bed late and rearranging the schedule to make it work.
As dawn was cracking, Big Mac finished apple bucking for the morning and began loading the cart. He returned to the farmhouse and made everypony breakfast, even delivering it to Granny and Applejack’s rooms.
“Ya look real bad,” declared Apple Bloom, mournfully. Her older brother sat across the table from her, haggard and looking through her with a thousand yard stare.
Big Mac tried to lubricate his mouth with spit and grunted in discomfort. “Don’t- don’t you worry ‘bout me,” he said absently.
“Ah think Ah should stay home an’ help ya today,” she argued.
Big Mac shook his head. “No. Ya need ta go to school. It’s important. Finish up an’ hop in the cart.” He went outside and hitched himself in.
“Ah can just walk next to ya, so ya don’t hafta carry mah weight,” proposed Apple Bloom, coming up alongside him.
“Thankyou,” he whispered.
The two walked to the outskirts of Ponyville where Big Mac hugged his sister goodbye and she took the trail to school. He continued on into the market where he set up shop amongst the crowd of other curios.
The morning went by with Big Mac in a daze, barely aware of his own actions. He must have been on some kind of serviceable autopilot because apples were disappearing and bits were coming in.
"Hello, Big Mac," chimed Fluttershy, seemingly materializing from nowhere.
Big Mac blushed, losing whatever cognitive abilities he had left to his bashfulness. "E-eeyup," he stammered.
"I'll just Have one of the sampler-" She gasped when she noticed the sorry state of Big Mac, his pallid complexion, disheveled mane but most notably the dark bags beneath his reddened eyes.
"My goodness, are you okay?"
"Nope," he muttered weekly, getting her order together. "Hafta cover fer Applejack 'cuz she's sick. Been almost a whole week." 
Fluttershy's ears dropped. "Oh, dear, I have so many sick animals at home, otherwise I'd come help you. I'm so sorry."
Big Mac passed her the apple sack, the corner pinched in his teeth. "Thanks fer yer kind words," he replied.
Fluttershy made a pouty face before turning to depart with her apples. She cast another pitious look back at him as she left. 
Big Mac gawked at her swaying backside until she disappeared into the crowd. Even when he wasn't being crushed under the weight of the entire farm, he still never had time to pursue a relationship with a mare or just… do nothing for once. When he thought about it, he couldn’t even come up with something he liked to do for fun. 
He'd lost his presence of mind again for an unknown amount of time until he heard Dr. Hooves clearing his throat to snap him out of it.
“Oh, Big Macintosh, got a sack of the reds?"
"Eeeeeeeeyup," he groaned slowly, turning shakily to the cart.
Hooves furrowed his brow in concern. "Goodness, you look awful. What’s got you so knackered?”
“No sleep,” he mumbled back. “Gotta run the farm alone ‘cuz Granny an’ Applejack‘re sick.”
“Sounds rough,” muttered the doctor, picking up his sack of apples. “Wish I could help.”
“Everypony says that,” sighed Big Mac, disappointedly.
Hooves shifted his eyes away. “Good luck,” he added, turning to slink away but he stopped in mid stride and grunted anxiously to himself. “Well, technically maybe… I could help. But… It’s just.” He paused and scratched his chin, seemingly debating with himself. "When do you leave the market today?" he asked mysteriously.
Big Mac squinted wearily back at him. "'Round two."
"Right, then," he nodded. "I'll be back before then with a proposal for you."
Big Mac stood bewildered as Dr. Hooves left with his bag of apples. What could he possibly mean by that, he wondered.
The rest of the sale went on much the same with Big Mac drifting through the time like a zombie. As he was just about ready to begin packing up to leave and maybe rest a few minutes on a bench before meeting up with Apple Bloom, the doctor reappeared.
"Sorry I took so long," he began. He produced what looked like a stopwatch on a lanyard, holding it out to Big Mac on one hoof. "I have here something which could help you out a great deal. It’s an experimental device which creates a temporal pocket of sorts. When activated, it freezes all of spacetime except for the user.”
“When using it, you'll have all the time in the world to accomplish all you need… or want. Well… technically as much time as you have to live. See, the user will continue to age in real time even as the universe itself is in stasis so don't go in thinking you can just live for all eternity like this. Though I assure you, even a short venture will be more than you care to experience.”
Big Mac blinked in disbelief at the timepiece. How could such a thing exist?
“I'm willing to let you borrow it for as long as it takes you to get back on your hooves,” continued the doctor. “Because I know you're a responsible, fine, upstanding stallion who would never misuse such a power and from my perspective your adventure will be more or less instantaneous.” He cocked his head to the side. “The two conditions are, don't tell anypony else about the device and number two, you give me a detailed report when you return it."
"So Ah'd be a lab rat?" mused Big Mac
Hooves put a leg around the farmer’s neck. "Don't think of it as being a 'lab rat.' Think of it as being a spacetime pioneer."
"How come ya never tried it before?" he asked suspiciously.
The doctor’s eyes narrowed. "I have tried it, twice in fact but only momentarily. I was more interested in proof of concept while… wary of application. This is unlike time travel, my friend, or whatever it is you think you know about such business. Understand that I'd only ever lend it to somepony trustworthy in a dire situation but you certainly don't need to use it if you don't want to."
He honestly felt like he might drop dead of exhaustion if he didn't take the offer which still sounded like an incredible fairytale. Big Mac slowly grabbed the lanyard and placed it around his neck. Then he lifted the stopwatch up to examine it. It was ticking. It only had a second hand racing around the dial and no numbers or gradation markings, making the device pretty useless as an actual stopwatch. It was more a symbolic abstraction of the passage of time, at least that was what a well-read pony might make of it. Big Mac just thought it was weird. He looked back up at Hooves, quizzically.
The doctor leaned in close to explain. "Click the one and only button on the side to activate. Click it again to deactivate and return to real time. Simple. Keep it stopped as long as you need. Never leave it behind. Go ahead; try it right now.”
Big Mac tapped the button. There was immediate dead silence. Big Mac's eyes widened in amazement. The loud murmur of ponies in the market, the clopping of their hooves on the stone streets, the music from the nearby house, all of it was silenced in an instant. The only sound was his own breath. He scanned his eyes over the bustling marketplace and noted that not a single pony was moving. The doctor stood before him frozen like a statue, not even breathing. High above him he could see a pair of pagasi, wings outstretched in mid flight but just hanging there like they were a photograph, a single moment captured and static. It worked. It worked exactly like he said.
Big Mac tapped the button again and sounds filled his ears once more as the market sprang back to life as if nothing had happened.
"I see by your jump cut that you gave it a go," said Hooves. "How long were you in?"
Big Mac shrugged. "'Bout half a minute."
Hooves nodded. "You can use it to get all your necessary work done in time but if I were you I'd go take a long nap first… right now."
"Eeyup," agreed Big Mac with something almost resembling a smile. "Thanks a lot."
"Don't worry about the rest of us," breathed the doctor. "Just be careful."
Big Mac clicked the button again and the whole universe came to a halt just for him. As of now, he had zero responsibilities. He couldn't remember ever feeling this way before. He abandoned his cart next to Dr. Hooves and wandered off a free pony. He didn't even need to pick up Apple Bloom on his way, he just got right back on the road to the farm.
Unburdened as he was, it didn't take long before instinctual anxiety began to set in. His natural state was to be working on something at all times. If he wasn't working, it meant something bad was going to happen. It meant he was running out of time, he was losing daylight, he was losing money, he was falling behind, he was going to let his family down.
Big Mac shook his head "This is just a crazy dream," he chuckled to himself. He'd wake up in his bed soon, feeling like a train wreck before having to tackle another day's chores. Still, he felt exhausted now and couldn't think of anything he'd rather do in his dream than sleep.
Big Mac pushed the front door to the farmhouse open. It felt a bit heavier than usual. He glanced into the open kitchen to see Applejack huddled in a blanket at the table, her face pale and inexplicably scowling intensely. It was like he’d taken a bad photo of her. Curious, he went in for a closer look. She sat without her hat, in front of an untouched bowl of granola. Big Mac just laughed and patted her on the head before climbing the stairs to his room. He looked at his clock which said 1:48, apparently the time he'd stopped time. Couldn't set an alarm anymore. Didn't matter anyway. He wriggled under his comforter and was asleep in seconds.
> 1:48 P.M.
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Big Mac opened his eyes to see the sun shining brightly into his window. He gasped and shot upright in terror. He'd never woken up so late before. The alarm didn't go off. Why didn't anyone wake him? The animals… he needed… What about school for Apple Bloom? Mind reeling with panic, he rolled over in bed. Swinging his legs frantically over the side. In his careless haste, he knocked his bedside table off kilter.
"Ouch," he cried, stumbling to his hooves. He heard a crunch and then saw his alarm clock tumbling slowly in the air, floating in a downward trajectory. He grabbed the clock and pulled it close. The face said 1:48.
“What in the…” He looked down to see a smashed stopwatch in pieces on the floor. “Eeeeeeee…” The wheels turned slowly in Big Mac’s head until suddenly he realized what had just happened. “Shit,” he breathed. “Th- that can’t be.” He looked back at the clock which hadn’t moved the entire time he was asleep, nor had the sun. Did he even sleep? He sure felt like he had. “This ain’t real,” he muttered, letting the alarm clock float to the ground. He sat on his haunches and tried to scrape up the stopwatch but it was pulverized, irreparable. A cascade of broken glass and bent gears poured out of the face. His eyes widened in horror. He got up and rushed out the door, hurrying down the stairs. “Ap- Applejack,” he called, his voice dying in his throat. He turned into the kitchen and saw Applejack still in her blanket at the table, still sick, still scowling like she’d just remembered the worst thing somepony ever called her. The red stallion rubbed his face in his hooves and went outside. There was no birdsong, crowing, lowing, clucking or any of the other farm sounds he’d heard every day of his life. All was still. there wasn’t even a breeze. 
Big Mac hung his forelegs over the pig pen where all the pigs were motionless, looking like filthy lawn ornaments. “Welp… Now what?” He was trapped. So was everyone else… forever. The entire universe was broken forever because he stepped on a stopwatch. The animals would never need to be fed. Seeds would never need to be planted or watered. The barn would never need to be fixed. He never needed to work again, forever. It was something he could hardly conceptualize. The world had basically ended but he was still here.
“Guess Ah’ll go to town?” he shrugged, leaving the fence. There must be something to do with no work for the rest of his life, he thought. Even if everything’s stopped. Somehow he felt less panic from breaking the universe than he had thinking he woke up late. It was just one of those problems like waiting too long to pour your cement or burning a pie. What are ya gonna do?
On his way down the old dirt road he’d traveled a million times, Big Mac noticed something even more strange. He stopped and looked underneath himself. Then he raised one hoof, waving it above the ground. He was no longer casting a shadow. It was as if he wasn’t even there. He didn’t know what it meant. It felt like a bad omen.
Big Mac took the detour to Fluttershy’s cottage where Fluttershy was standing outside stock-still. As he neared the butter yellow pegas, he found her planted before a flock of perched songbirds. Her face was expressive, eyes closed but mouth open wide. She must have been singing with the birds. Big Mac stroked her mane softly with one hoof and sighed longingly. He’d never find love or have any sort of relationship with anypony ever again for that matter. He stared uncomfortably into Fluttershy’s gaping mouth. It was just there, open forever almost like it was waiting for something. It would be so easy to just… Intrusive fantasies of Fluttershy began to flood his mind and blood quickly rushed to his loins where he felt a tightness growing.
Big Mac swallowed, unable to look away from Fluttershy’s inviting maw or dismiss the lewd visions. When he did tear his eyes away, he looked down to see that his erection was already at full mast. Instinctively he blushed and looked around, wishing to hide his shame but quickly realized that he was as good as invisible. He took a deep breath and glanced back at Fluttershy. Biting his lip in apprehension, he placed a hoof atop her head and coaxed it lower. Although it took a bit more effort than what it would in real time, her body was poseable. He pushed her head down until it was level with her back. Then he tilted her chin up a bit, making sure to keep her mouth wide open. Before he knew what he was doing, he’d already mounted her face and thrust his cock straight down her throat, his balls slamming into the tip of her muzzle.
“F-fuck,” he breathed. His body trembled in pleasure as the sudden warm wetness snugly caressed his entire length. He groaned, wrapping his forelegs around Fluttershy’s barrel as he began to pump forcefully in and out of her mouth. She wouldn't gag or even need air. He could just go to town on her face without a care in the world.
No tune or beautiful lyrics, only wet squelching noises emanated from behind Fluttersy’s lips now. Big Mac breathed heavily as he moved one hoof to her throat. He could feel her esophagus flaring and contracting with every push as his fat member filled it to capacity. He moved his foreleg back, squeezing her tight around the midsection as his thrusts became faster and faster. He could feel every contour of the veiny underside of his dick gliding across Fluttershy’s tongue and suddenly he reached his peak.
Big Mac rammed his cock down her gullet as far as it would go and blasted his seed deep inside. He quickly withdrew from her mouth, panting. Fluttershy held the new pose as his dick popped out and collapsed slowly back into its sheath. Her eyes were still closed and her expression still looked cheerful but her beautiful pink mane was tousled and her stomach was full of Big Mac’s cum. After his release, he felt ashamed and fearful. He looked away from her and slunk away into Ponyville like a scared dog.
> 1:48 P.M.
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Big Mac’s hoofsteps echoed through the hollow town as he entered. The silence of everything was eerie and unnerving. That was to say nothing of the populace being seemingly replaced by lifeless replicant mannequins.
He thought back to fluttershy and grimaced. He couldn’t believe that he just did that. He used his crush like some kind of sex doll in a completely serendipidous manner. But… on the other hoof… why not? Everypony was basically dead but also immortal. He was the only one who would ever die now and when he did, so would all life, consciousness and entropy. He would leave behind a ghost universe, immutable and inert, a monument to existence never to be witnessed again but always there. The thought made his head hurt. Was he a god now or was everyone else? If Big Mac was the only thing that could feel want, then Big Mac was the only thing that mattered. The world as he knew it was gone, along with rules, norms, etiquette and every pony construct. If there was only one being in existence, how could right and wrong exist? He was the new center of the universe and everything he did regardless of purpose was justified by virtue of his being the only will. He resolved to stop worrying about such things.
Feeling hungry, Big Mac wandered into the next food purveyor to cross his path, which happened to be Sugarcube Corner. He pushed through the door and was greeted with the smell of freshly baked pastries. He thought it odd that he could still smell things with time stopped because what he didn't comprehend was that scent is just tiny airborne particles that would now stay suspended in the air for as long as it took him to come by and sniff them. They’d be there ad infinitum after he was dead just as everything else.
Big Mac went over to the racks and without thought began munching on anything and everything in sight. He stuffed his face with three cupcakes at once, then took a single bite of a chocolate eclair and a sugar cookie before putting them back with the rest of their kind, not because he didn’t like them but because he could.
Pinkie Pie stood hunched over the counter, front hooves hanging over the edge, a crazed grin on her face as she appeared to engage with a customer making a purchasing decision. Big Mac stepped behind the counter with her, licking the frosting from a bundt cake he had ringed around one foreleg. He casually brushed aside her pink poofy tail to reveal her plot. He immediately became hard again at the sight of her pristeen slit and the thought that there was absolutely nothing stopping him from plowing it right here and now while she was working her job.
Big Mac slapped the remainder of the bundt cake on the countertop and stood on two legs, guiding his cock with one hoof. He teased apart the lips of her entrance with his tip and began to push his way inside. He shifted and wiggled to try and get deeper but it was difficult when she wasn't wet. He didn't want to just give up but it was too much friction to be enjoyable. This could be easily remedied though, thought Big Mac. He pulled his tip out of the party pony and entered the kitchen, his throbbing erection bouncing with each step.
The Cakes were working in the back. Mrs. Cake was about to retrieve a pie from the oven while Mr. Cake stood by, with a crying baby in each foreleg. Big Mac gave Mrs. Cake's plump ass a loud spank as he walked by. Maybe later he’d hit that. The thought of fucking her while her husband stood right next to them sounded inexplicably arousing somehow, a concept he'd never once pondered before.
Big Mac rummaged around in the cupboards until he found a tub of cooking grease. He popped the top off and scooped out a glob with his hoof. Then he slathered the substance up and down his aching length until every inch was lubed and slippery. 
On the way back to the front, he found a wedding cake sitting in an open box. He picked it up and carried it back to Pinkie Pie, setting it down next to her on the counter.
This time when he prodded her lower lips, he slid right in all the way down. He sighed in ecstasy as he hilted himself in her. He pulled back and slammed into her full bore. Then again and again, taking full advantage of Pinkie being braced securely over an unmovable counter.
He bent down and buried his face in the wedding cake, wolfing it down, continuing to thrust roughly into her depths as he did. His form was sloppy in both tasks and under normal conditions it would add up to a subpar experience but somehow carelessly rutting Pinkie Pie while devouring a cake made specifically for somepony else's special day had a magic sort of synergy that accentuated the experience. The liberation of becoming a wild animal driven only by impulse and desecrating two things at the same time just because he felt like it gave him a high that he never believed possible. It was like he'd never known the real him.
Big Mac grunted and shuttered as he came deep within Pinkie Pie. He stayed inside her until he finished the rest of the cake and licked the remaining frosting from his muzzle. 
Feeling somewhat sick from eating so many sweets, he left Pinkie there, the same insane expression upon her face. Somehow He was unable to gauge whether looking her in the face would have killed his hardon or added to the novelty.
Big Mac  wandered into the market and sat down on a bench to wait for his stomach to feel better. He spied his abandoned apple cart and Dr. Hooves standing nearby, the last pony he'd conversed with. On the ground was a strange shadow without origin. It looked like a Big Mac-shaped scorch mark.
"Oh, that's where Ah left ya," he mumbled, somewhat tickled by the strange sight.
He couldn't fix that stopwatch, at least not without instructions and replacement parts, but maybe the doctor's lab had something that could help him fix the universe. Complete freedom was nice and all for a time but this world felt haunting and he found the thought of never speaking with his friends and family again devastating as the reality began to sink in.
Big Mac planted a kiss on Bon-Bon’s lips in front of Lyra on his way to the lab then he turned back around and kissed Lyra too before departing. He’d never even spoken to them. It was strange to have a one-sided kiss but not entirely joyless. Six out of ten.
At Hooves' lab, it didn’t take long for Big Mac to realize he was completely out of his element. The place was kept in organized chaos. Stacks of papers and strange half finished gizmos littered a massive workbench. Schematics and charts hung overlapping one another upon every wall. He began rummaging through drawers and cabinets, finding tools he’d never seen before and reams of data files. He must have been there for hours, scanning over every piece of paper, every word in every title. He found a few pages which he believed pertained to the device and even a rough blueprint, but they were all written in fancy science talk and equations with letters where numbers should be. Frustrated, he found himself a dictionary and desperately tried to translate the documents but it was no use. His brain just didn’t have the framework for any of this. 
Big Mac buried his face in his hooves. “Ah wish Ah knew more ‘bout this sorta stuff.” He flopped down on the desk and began to sob. "Ah ruined everything!"
> 1:48 P.M.
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Time no longer existed because entropy no longer existed. All clocks were still. The sun would hang in the same spot forever. Big Mac wandered the streets and into houses, sleeping whenever he felt like it, wherever he felt like it. He ate whatever food was in front of him whenever he was hungry and sometimes when he wasn’t. 
Big Mac found the blue magician, Trixie on a small stage at the far end of the market. On or off stage, she was easily found, an eye catching unicorn in his opinion. She was performing but he couldn't tell what exactly she was doing. Something with a big box just to her right. 
Big Mac circled around the audience to step onto the stage and get behind her. Suddenly something pierced his nostrils. It was something he hadn’t whiffed in quite a while. He could smell pheromones wafting up from Trixie's marehood and it was short-circuiting his brain. The natural aphrodisiac engorged his dick and suddenly he was draped over her back and prodding at her entrance. He shivered, exhaled as his entire cock slid right on in, all the way down. For a moment he was paralyzed with pleasure, drool pooling behind his lips. She was already wet. The only explanation he could think of was that she became sexually aroused from performing on stage. That boastful, smug look on her face said it all.
Big Mac groaned softly as he began sliding his stallion meat in and out of her heavenly pocket, her blue lips wrapping snugly around his girth.
The audience watched in silent wonder as the magician received her great and powerful pounding. The only sounds in all of existence were Big Mac's grunting and his balls slapping against Trixie's plot.
With one last thrust, he pushed into her as far as he could go, squeezing his legs around her to keep the two of them anchored in a standing position. He shot his seed into her deepest regions. His hind legs buckled in ecstasy and he slid off of Trixie's rump, becoming a puddle on the stage. He didn't know if it was because she was ready to go or that he'd just realized that he enjoyed the act of rutting in front of a throng of gawking onlookers or if Trixie's marehood was just superior somehow but that orgasm was mind-blowing.







Big Mac sauntered into the schoolhouse where a dozen foals sat attentively in their desks for a lesson that he didn't care to figure out. Welp, guess it's about time, he thought.
He began by scooting Silver Spoon's bench up next to Diamond Tiara's. Then he turned the two fillies' heads to face one another. He teased their mouths open, maneuvered them closer, pressing their lips together in what looked like a deep, passionate kiss. He felt his dick growing again as he leaned in to join in their kiss, reaching around the backs of their heads to keep them from being pushed away in his vigor. His tongue intruded into their mouths in turn, tangling with their own tongues, back and forth from one filly to the other. Big Mac pulled away and stood up on two legs. He thrust his massive erection right between the girls faces. He held their heads together, their parted lips tightly cradling either side of his cock. He began to pump in and out, closely watching their mouths slide together up and down his shaft, their lips working in tandem to massage him. He stared into their bored, emotionless eyes as he sped up his thrusts, making sure the two fillies covered all the way from his tip to his base where his balls would bump against their cheeks. Pressure rose quickly within him as he pushed their lips around him more forcefully. He was on the cusp.
He slipped the tip of his cock into Silver Spoon's mouth just as he released a flood of semen. Holding the top of her head with one hoof, he panted, watching the backflow of thick white stuff spurting back out of her lips. It gathered in fat globs on her muzzle and in a ring around his shaft but strangely did not drip. it seemed that when it left his body it was no longer subject to the spacetime rules which governed only him.
He wiped his dick clean with Silver's braided mane. Then he ate the lunch out of her saddle bag and fell asleep on a beanbag in the reading corner.
When Big Mac awakened, he had a bad case of morning wood which was just fine with him. He scanned the room, mulling over which filly was going to assist him with his predicament. He looked back at Silver Spoon, sitting there, her mouth pumped to the brim with cum for all eternity. Then his eyes fell on Diamond Tiara and he knew that he just had to wreck her. She was always so smug and clean, a high class elitist. To be a lowly farm pony sullying her would be amazing. He'd already resolved to penetrate every filly in the room eventually, (barring his sister,) but he'd make sure to pay special attention to Diamond.
The lonely stallion yawned and drifted over to the little pink brat. He sat down on his haunches beside her with a thud. Then he nonchalantly plucked Diamond out of her seat in his forelegs. 
For a muscular stallion like Big Mac, a filly was light and portable. Diamond's body was rigid and lifeless in his grip. Almost seemed more a fucktoy than a pony. He turned her around to face him. Then he shimmied her rump around, rubbing her slit about on his tip but was thwarted by the incredible size discrepancy between the two of them. Big Mac chuckled to himself. "Welp, had to try." He didn't think it would work right off the bat and even if it did, he was so long, she could probably only accommodate half his length. No matter. He'd get in there one way or another.
Big Mac flipped her upside down in his hooves so that her plot was right in his face. He blew her little tail aside with a puff of air and gave her pussy a long, sensual stroke with his tongue. He went up and down her entrance, pushing inside her little by little, eventually enveloping the whole of her slit with his lips in a vigorous one-sided make out session. He swirled his tongue inside her hole until it was slathered in saliva. He paused to lick his lips. Her flavor was subtle, mildly metallic.
He flipped her right side up again and positioned her over his skyward cock once more. He pushed her down, inching his tip into her tight little cavern. He closed his eyes and bit his lip as he squeezed his flesh into hers. "Unf," he grunted. "Holy shit…" Her outer folds gave way suddenly and he felt the amazing warm embrace of her interior. Success. He began bouncing her up and down slowly on his pole, brazenly working her further and further down on the shaft until he felt his tip butt up against her cervix. He was a little over halfway in. Not bad. Definitely more than enough to get the job done.
Big Mac paused momentarily to steal the tiara off of Diamond's head and place it atop his own. Then he continued to ram the door of her womb. He grimaced at the sustained intense tightness. Her vice-like walls were going to suck every last sperm out of his balls. 
He picked up speed, plunging her up and down on his rod like he was working the fastest butter churn in Equestria. As he plateaued, he threw his head back, tongue lolled out to one side. His cock pulsed, pumping Diamond's core full of hot cum.
He pulled her off with a squelch and a satisfied sigh. Then he set her back down at her little desk, posing her as close as he could to her original posture. Why, he had no idea. It was nice to keep things orderly.
He pulled over her saddle bag and devoured her lunch. Then Sail's lunch. Then Scootaloo's lunch. By the time he was full from eating enough of the students' diminutive meals, he noticed that his erection persisted. He looked about again for another helper. He didn't want to try smashing another filly until he had a supply of lube on hoof. A mare would suffice though. Their teacher Cheerilee was right there.
She stood smiling next to the chalkboard. With a bit of effort, Big Mac was able to drag her over to her desk and lay her out, face up atop it. His dick was still drenched with his and Diamond's juices because nothing evaporated anymore. Hoping it would be enough to get his meat inside Cheerilee, Big Mac braced himself on the desk with one hoof planted on either side of her, hips between the teacher's legs. Without too much trouble he pushed inside, parting her slit. Once he had her fully impaled on his shaft, he began pounding away at full speed into the edge of the desk. He wasn't sure why but in his brain he knew that rough and fast would have been how she wanted it.
Drawers and office supplies ratted violently as Big Mac railed the teacher without mercy right there in front of his sister, her friends and classmates. When he finished, he collapsed on top of her, resting his head on her chest while he caught his breath. He had a sudden longing for her to stroke his mane as they melted together in a mutual afterglow. To be touched back in a loving, nurturing way that only Cheerilee could. She'd get caught up in the moment and murmur something embarrassing about her childhood while he just grinned and listened dumbly, staring at dust motes passing through the rays of the Sunday morning sun. Those little things. He'd never feel that sort of closeness again.
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Big Mac spent his infinitely stretched nanosecond, cramming his mouth with sweets and fucking everything with a vagina. In all of existence, there was no purpose but his own pleasure. He could only find meaning in an endless chain of self induced orgasms and dopamine rushes from chocolate or substances. He found, what passed for, enjoyment in proving his own virility to himself and indulging in excess. He’d become rounder and his brain was only ever occupied with self indulgent carnal and gluttonous fantasies over anything constructive. 
He wished he liked reading. He tried reading at Twilight Sparkle's house. He even tried reading while humping Twilight Sparkle but it was just as tedious as it ever was.
He hadn’t gone home in quite a while, nor had he ventured beyond the outskirts of Ponyville. Out there were many new, strange orifices to penetrate. A new frontier he'd explore when he got around to it. One day he’d finally make it to Canterlot and fuck an alicorn even if he needed to stand on a step stool to do it. One day…
He didn’t know for sure but he estimated that he’d conjugated with near 80% of the females in town. He had his favorites, some of them he’d rutted dozens of times. He didn’t mind sloppy seconds with himself. In fact he preferred it. No prep work required. One successful rutting and a mare was always good to go any time after. 
He had his goals and future conquests. He had yet to locate Rainbow Dash and he hadn’t hiked out to Zecora's hut. He’d heard tales about zebras in bed but had his suspicions that they were really just like ponies in that regard, especially when they didn't move. But he should definitely find out for himself.
Big Mac finished inside Trixie again. Her marehood was so packed with his seed from so many sessions that it squeezed out every time he entered her, spreading out, sticking the two of them together as he pounded her. The fur of her backside from flank to hoof was plastered with jizz. It was about time to clean her up again. 
He sighed, stroking her braided mane. He'd braided her tail too. The Audience were dressed in dacadant masquerade ball garb that he'd absconded with from Rarity's boutique after he'd fucked her on her four-poster bed. They were followers of the Mystic Orifice, come to witness their ritual, all anonymous behind their masks. He’d put a crescent moon mask over Trixie’s face while he wore the sun.
He went to bed spooning Vinyl Scratch in her bed. She had been lazily sleeping there in the afternoon when time stopped. To put a foreleg over her and drift off to sleep was the most natural and intimate interaction with another pony there was to have anymore. Thus it was his favorite place to sleep.







Twist was unbelievably deep. It didn’t seem physically possible but his cock had completely disappeared inside her. He had her rear bouncing on his balls and he still couldn’t find the end of her tunnel. Until Twist, not one of the filles had accommodated all of him.
Big Mac grunted through the doughnut in his mouth as he climaxed into her. That was it. He’d inseminated every filly in the schoolhouse, some multiple times, some in both ends but he’d sampled them all, save for one of course who he hadn’t touched. Her friends however, he tried at the same time. Thanks to some creative use of Miss Cheerilee's desk, he was able to fuck Sweetie Belle while eating out Scootaloo.
Big Mac inhaled the rest of his doughnut and placed Twist back on her little bench, patting her on the head. Then he took a couple of mystery pills with a swig of ale and stared blankly through the chalkboard.
How long had he been trapped like this now? A year? Five years? The only chronometer in existence was the slow deterioration of his own body. There was no debating, he was out of shape. He’d eaten everything in Sugarcube Corner, cleared out many a pony’s icebox and was well on his way to finishing off the grocery store. For drinking, water faucets never worked but water pumps did at least. He was taking prescription pills, most of which he had no idea what they'd do. He just hoped whatever they did felt good but he'd already blown through all of Vinyl's party drug collection which was the best stuff. Eventually he would have to leave Ponyville for greener pastures. 
He thought about all the semen he'd expelled over his stay. It was incredible. He'd made all of it himself and not a drop had vanished. It was all still there, caked on mares and lubricating their insides to assist him in expelling even more. Though his balls and prostate were as empty as they could be at all times, the speed at which his tanks refilled was podigious.
He finally found Rainbow Dash. She was sleeping on a cloud high above Ponyville. That was one he'd never get. It would be nice to have her but he didn't want to put in the effort to build some sort of climbable structure even though once upon a time, that was his life.







Big Mac listlessly licked the remaining whipped cream off of Nurse Red Heart's clit. Then he got in position to bang her on the hospital bed. He hesitated, staring into her unfocused eyes. Then he sighed and just laid down next to her. He had a raging hardon and he didn't feel like doing anything about it. He didn't feel like doing anything. Joy was illusive. What he thought was joy was really just a comforting ritual, a distraction from the loneliness and the maddening eternal silence in a hollow parody world.
Though even if the universe were to go back to normal, his brain probably couldn’t go back to normal. He now viewed everypony as things and everything as his. The only things he had to compromise for were his own will and physical limitations. Navigating through a world with ponies with other conflicting agendas seemed so alien and daunting now even though he could still remember that it was also somehow… nice.






 
Big Mac hurled up the last of the birthday sheet cake he'd had for breakfast in an amber-colored pile in the middle of the street. He stayed hunched over, panting and spitting to expel the bitter taste from his mouth. He'd tried to mount a nearby stallion just before he was beset with an upset stomach and had to abort.
While he still wasn't sure about doing a stallion, he was mostly sure his adverse reaction was due to the two bottles of liquor he'd killed just prior and not repulsion at the thought. After all, he'd done many things now that he never even would have dreamed about doing, some of them surprisingly enjoyable, though now mostly blasé and routine. He'd give the guy another try after he recovered from the alcohol poisoning. He had to keep pushing his boundaries to find something that sparked in the darkness, otherwise he was just numb.
> 1:48 P.M.
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Big Mac exhaled as Apple Bloom’s pussy lips parted over his heavily lubed tip. He slid her down his shaft till he met with resistance about halfway in and her hind legs scrunched up against the hanging gut he’d developed. Not once had he taken a filly with his own hip thrusts. It would be reckless with the goods, not to mention it was a waste of energy. Bouncing them in his lap was more than adequate.
Apple Bloom felt just the same on the inside as the rest of her classmates and was an average depth. Her vice-like walls gripped his flesh just as tight as the rest of them. He’d never gotten hugs from her quite like this. As he worked her up and down to his pleasure, somewhere in the back of his mind came a muffled scream from the pony he used to be, the hardworking stallion who walked his little sister to school every morning, played with her at the swimming hole, brought pizza to the Cutie Mark Crusaders’ clubhouse and blushed when he talked to girls at the market.
He could only watch, detached and powerless as he thoughtlessly tossed the last sacred thing on the fire just for another desperate moment of sensation.
He used to make Apple Bloom do a lot of things, eat her greens, do her homework and her chores. There was a time where making her do something like this was unthinkable but now she was just another hole carrying the hope that her familial association with him would shock and tantalize.
When he came, he closed his eyes, clinging to that little blip of something. These were the moments he wished would last forever. They were so short but so costly.
“Ah feel nothin’,” he whispered before withdrawing from his little sister, the filly he’d promised with Applejack to raise. He placed her neatly back in her seat just like all the rest.
Maybe it was just the town, he hoped. He needed a change in scenery, a change in anything. He got up and left the irrevocably tainted schoolhouse and headed down the dusty trail to Sweet Apple Acres. This road is so long, he grumbled internally. It was hard to believe he’d walked it at least twice nearly every day without ever complaining. 
When the old orchard finally materialized around him, memories of his previous life came flooding back and he began to feel sick and anxious. This used to be his home before everywhere was his home. He remembered what it was like. He remembered how difficult but wholesome it was and how his old life contrasted with his existence now and it made him uncomfortable.
There was no way of knowing but he was sure he hadn’t been here for years. Though of course it looked exactly the same as when he left but unlike the schoolhouse or Vinyl’s bed, it felt foreign to him now.
He passed by the pig pen with its static inhabitants and stepped up onto the rickety old porch. Pigs and cows, he mused. He hadn't tried them yet…
It seemed so strange now that he just left this place one day and hadn't seen the rest of his family for years. Big Mac stepped warily inside as if he were trespassing in somepony else's house.
He sighed, looking at the few family photos on the wall. Then he peered into the kitchen and recoiled in terror. His blood ran cold as he gazed into the fuming glare of Applejack. All at once, from that one look, shame, guilt and the fear of judgment returned to Big Mac.
"Don't look at me like that,” he pleaded in a shaky voice, fighting the urge to immediately turn tail and run. “You- youda done the same thing,” he argued weakly. 
But Applejack, unconvinced, maintained her unblinking evil eye. 
He shook his head. “Ah never asked fer any a this!” he cried, putting his hooves to the sides of his head. “Ya don’t know what it's like. Yer all alone an’- an’ everythin's fake and empty an' there’s a hole in ya and ya can’t fill it with nothin’!” He threw himself on the floor and put his front hooves together, begging for amnesty. “Please,” he sobbed. Stop lookin’ at me! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”
His words fell on deaf ears as Applejack stared into him, enraged and betrayed and so very disappointed.
> 1:49 P.M.
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"Oh, off and away, I see," muttered Doctor Hooves, seeing that Big Mac had blinked out of his sight. He looked around the market, unable to spot him. "Hope he's doing better," he sighed. It was strange though that he'd just left his cart in town.






The songbirds twittered out of time as Fluttershy hacked and wheezed. "I'm… *cough* sorry, little birds but something just got caught in my throat I guess... Tastes a lot like semen," she added quietly.







"Ouch!" Cried Mrs. Cake. She turned her head to look back and saw a pink horseshoe mark on her flank. "Oh, honey," she giggled. "Your hooves really get around."
Mr. Cake stared at her bewildered from across the room as he shushed the babies.
"Where did the pie go?" she abruptly asked, frowning into the empty oven. She looked about the kitchen and gasped. "Where did anything go?" The place looked ransacked. Every order they'd filled was gone. There was nothing but empty boxes strewn across the counters and the floor.
Pinkie Pie poked her head in through the swinging door. "Umm…" she began in a worried tone. "We have a small problem in the front."
The two Cakes exchanged nervous glances before following her to the front counter where a devastating sight met their eyes. Every rack and shelf was empty. There was nary a crumb left of their products. 
"What happened?" gasped Mr. Cake, wide-eyed.
"We'll have to bake till tomorrow afternoon to recover from this!" cried Mrs. Cake.







Trixie scanned over the awestruck crowd, now completely lost and bemused. “What the actual fuck?” she whispered touching the mask on her face and then noticing her new manestyle. “That’s not what I…”
The masquerade clad members of the audience looked each other over in amazement and began to rave and applaud the magician for her apparent incredible feat of magic.
Trixie tilted up her moon mask. “Uh… Thankyou.” She tried to regather her stage presence and took a bow. “Tell your friends about the Great and Powerful Trixie!” she grinned awkwardly.
 






Silver Spoon wretched as she spit out a mouthful of cum on her school desk. Her vision was clouded and blurry. She stuck her tongue out in disgust as she removed her semen-drizzled glasses and squinted down at the lenses. “Wh- what happened? What is all this stuff?”
Diamond Tiara clutched her stomach in pain. Her mane was a frazzled mess. “I don’t feel very well. I’m really sore… or something.” She parted her legs to try and get into a more comfortable position. Her thighs stuck to the seat as she shifted. “Eew,” she groaned. “What am I sitting on?”
Twist quizzically licked her lips, detecting some mysterious salty, musky residue.
Cheerilee rolled off of her desk in a daze and the Cutie Mark Crusaders shifted uncomfortably in their seats from an unknown agitation. Only the boys, save for Rumble, who’s ass hurt, were still on task and confused by the classwide disruption of the science lesson.
 






“Hello?” called Derpy, looking around in the blackness. “Helloooo?” she cried again but nopony was there and she could see nothing. She was afraid to move. “Is it night now? She asked herself or anyone who might be there in the dark. “Did I go to bed?”
“No, Derpy,” sighed Roseluck.
Derpy blinked in amazement as the whole post office materialized before her.
“You just had a mailbag stuck on your head.”







Vinyl Scratch sighed and rolled over in her bed. She felt a familiar wetness between her hind legs and opened her eyes. She slid a hoof across her crotch and looked at it to see a smear of glistening cum. Vinyl furrowed her brow as she tried to recall an explanation for this. When she couldn't come up with one, she just shrugged and went back to bed. A moment later there came a pounding at the door and her eyes shot open again.
“Vinyl! Are you in there?" called her roommate, Octavia. "The strangest thing just happened. I was practicing one moment and then the next, I just appeared laying on the sofa and my twat started gushing spunk like a bloody firehose. I don’t even know who’s or how but anyway I can’t find the emergency spunk sponge and I know you used it last.”







Applejack shivered under her blanket on the sofa. "They should be back from town by now," she muttered gloomily. Sick as she was, she still felt well enough that she'd convinced herself she could go outside. "Ah can at least water," she argued. That would be one thing that Big Mac wouldn't have to do. 
She rolled off of the cushions to her hooves and plodded slowly to the door. She left the house, refusing to relinquish her blanket. The warm sun felt nice on her body but she still needed that blanket. As she crossed in front of the barn, something up high caught her attention. She looked up at the hayloft and gasped in horror. There, hanging by the neck from the pulley rope was a big red stallion, his eyes hollow, tongue hanging out as he swayed gently in the soft breeze. Scruffy, sickly looking and flabby, she could hardly recognize the pony he'd become.
> Epilogue
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Spoiled Rich stormed out of the clinic office, her daughter, Diamond Tiara skulking fearfully behind her.
"I don't know who you were slutting around with but you have a pedigree to maintain," snarled Spoiled. "You are not keeping that foal!"
Diamond's face turned bright red. "MOM!" She cried with an elongated o, utterly mortified at her public outburst. "Not so loud. I wasn't… s- slutting around. I have no idea how this happened." She gasped as she unfortunately locked eyes with Sweetie Belle, who happened to be sitting right there in the waiting room.
The two blushed and looked away from one another, raising their hooves to cover their faces as Diamond passed by to the exit.
Rarity chuckled nervously as she watched them disappear out the door. "Don't worry, Sweetie Belle. I'm sure it's just… something we ate?"
Sweetie Belle looked down at her subtle little pudge then over at her Sister, Rarity's and sighed in worry.

Trixie pushed up to the check-in window, stone faced. "Appointment for Trixie the Great and Powerful," she sighed.
"Okay," muttered the receptionist absently, shuffling her papers. "Yes. For a pregnancy test, right?"
Trixie frowned. "No, it's for prenatal and…" She lowered her voice. "I'm supposed to get screened for everything again."
"Prenatal?” grumbled the receptionist. “You should have an OB for that now."
"I know," pleaded Trixie, "but I can't really get one because I haven't established residency anywhere. Please, I swear I had an appointment for this."







The Mane Six sans Rarity and Rainbow Dash sat outside at a cafe table, waiting to start the meeting that Twilight Sparkle had called. Twilight and Applejack were lost in the dark burdens of their own thoughts while Pinkie and Fluttershy cheerily visited.
"What is it?" asked Pinkie Pie, popping the lid off of a little round tin. The contents looked like minced yellow leaves.
"It's herbal tea," replied Fluttershy thoughtfully. "It should help with the morning sickness."
"Oh, thank you," she smiled.
"Have you thought about names yet?" asked Fluttershy, leaning toward her excitedly..
"Sure have," chimed Pinky. "Gummy II if it's a boy and Cream Pie if it's a girl."
Fluttershy’s face fell as she stared at her, horrified.
"I'm kidding," laughed Pinkie. "I'm kidding I actually don't have any ideas yet.
"Oh,” she smiled in relief. “Can- can I touch your tiny bump?"
Pinkie shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. They said it's mostly just fluid in there right now though." She moved her forelegs away to reveal her stomach.
Fluttershy breathlessly placed her hoof on the bump. It was so small but the promise it held was so exciting. Fluttershy's lips quivered at the beauty. "I wish the Event had blessed me with a foal," she whined. "All I got was the clop."
Twilight rolled her eyes at Fluttershy's naive, whimsical take on what she viewed as a disaster and sinister conspiracy. "Well you can just count your blessings that you only got one malady. Honestly though, if I got to choose, I'd still take the STDs over the foal."
Apple Bloom wandered up beside her sister with a strained expression on her face. “Keep playin’ in the park, sugarcube,” ordered Applejack. “This conversation’s not gonna be for younguns.”
“Ah don’t feel good,” she moaned, setting her rump on the ground.
Applejack put a hoof on her forehead. “Ya don’t feel warm. Well… have a seat, Ah guess. Or ya can sit in mah lap.” She patted her thighs.
Apple Bloom shook her head. “Ah don’t wanna sit. Ah just wanna lay down on the ground.” 
Suddenly, Rainbow Dash made a booming four-point landing by the table that startled the company. "Sorry I'm late," she yawned, getting into an empty chair.
"Good," nodded Twilight, scratching her nethers with one hoor. "Now that everypony's here, we can-"
"Wait," interrupted Rainbow, looking around. " Where's Rarity?
"At the clinic," replied Twilight, tapping her hoof on the table, trying desperately to keep it away from her inflamed crotch.
Rainbow Dash threw up her hooves. "Seriously? Her too? What did you all do without inviting me?" She crossed her arms and began to sulk.
"Nothin' happened to me neither, Rainbow," muttered Applejack absently.
"Ugh, no one did anything," grumbled Twilight. "Practically half of Ponyville was impregnated or infected. Try to pay attention. That's what we're all here to talk about. I have some ideas. Anyway, as you all know, some weeks back, something very strange happened. The Event, as we're calling it, can best be described as a mass amnesia phenomenon. During this mutual missing memory, much of the town's food vanished. Things moved around without explanation. Ponies were finding mysterious ejaculate-"
Rainbow chortled behind her hoof before Twilight shot her a glare.
"Mysterious ejaculate," Twilight emphasized, "seemingly without origin. As far as we know, the Event was localized entirely within Ponyville and the surrounding area. Clearly we are still dealing with the fallout from this as the full extent has yet to be revealed, particularly in the case of these phantom sexual assaults.
"All of the assaults seemed to happen at the same exact time," mused Pinkie, resting her chin on one hoof. "How is that possible?'
"A good question,” commended Twilight. “At first I thought it had to be multiple assailants. Very few of these assaults were reported to police and even less were cataloged. Many ponies probably weren't even aware it happened to them at all but I cross referenced my own vaginal swab with Pinkie's and what the police had and I found that it's amazingly all the same profile. One pony. We don't know who though."
"So we're talkin' 'bout some very powerful wizard who used a spell ta do all this." suggested Applejack.
"That's the most obvious explanation when you first think about it," agreed Twilight with a cringe.
Applejack shrugged. "What else is there?"
Twilight's eyes darted away, "Well there's also powerful enchanted items which anypony can use. But I think a good idea right now would be to revisit all of the evidence from the day of the Event. Everything strange that happened that day has some sort of connection and…" she paused to swallow. "You know… what else stood out about that day was Big Mac's untimely passing." Twilight's heart began to race as she ventured out onto the ice.
"Yeah…" replied Applejack slowly.
Fluttershy began to shrink down in her chair from the uncomfortable tension in Applejack’s tone.
Twilight bit her lip. There was no way to say any of this nicely. "So… with your permission, I'd like to exhume Big Mac's body to help us figure all of this out."
Applejack was silent. Her face pinched with seething resentment. Twilight could feel her insides shriveling up. Being struck dead would be preferable to continuing the conversation beyond this point. 
Applejack shook but took a deep breath and spoke calmly. "Ya think Big Mac did all this somehow."
"No! No!" blurted Twilight in alarm even though that was exactly what she was getting at. "That's not what I'm saying. What I mean is when we buried Mac we- we weren't looking at his abrupt death through the same lens that we are now."
"Uh-huh,” she nodded before exploding. “Well whaddya want with his body then, Twilight? What exactly are ya lookin' to find?"
The rest of the group was silent as they stared down at the table.
Twilight flailed to find a reset but there simply was none to be had. "I- I just think-"
"Listen here!” spat Applejack, looking around the table. “Ah don't know 'bout this Event business but what happened with Mac is that he worked himself to death fer his family and Ah'm not gonna sit here an' listen to ya drag his good name through the mud, 'specially while we're all still in mournin'!”
Applejack shot up from her chair. "Fuckin’ goul," she whispered on the verge of tears. "C'mon Apple Bloom, we're goin’ home."
Apple Bloom struggled to her hooves but didn't make it more than two steps before bowing her head to throw up on the sidewalk.
"Oh, sugarcube," cooed Applejack piteously.
The others looked at each other gravely as Applejack held her little sister's mane back while she continued to wretch.
When it seemed as though Apple Bloom's heaving had subsided, Fluttershy spoke timidly. "Umm… Here." She held up another tin of tea. "I brought extra."