So…this is where things get relatively dark.

I wub your suggestions, and you'll see some of that artfulness in the next few chapters, I guess. Also…Big Mac will be having some fun in this chapter. :3 This is where the M rating kicks in. :3

It was raining, and Twilight Sparkle had decided to stay in the library. She always had found some kind of strange comfort in between the pages, even if the novel was a horror about a pony serial killer that gored enemies with its horn or a tragedy about…what they went through.

She still couldn't believe it, not really. It didn't seem right, life without Fluttershy. Without the element of kindness—well, without any element, really—life wasn't full. It was empty, a corpse, barely anything at all. In the last few months before it had happened, though, there had been a change, subtle but there. Her eyes seemed more downcast, her features longer; everything about her, really, wasn't completely right. Something irreplaceably wrong had happened, but nopony knew what. She was broken, and nopony could fix her.

Twilight closed her eyes. When she opened them, Princess Luna was looking at her.

"Hello, princess," said Twilight. "Um…what are you doing?"

"Stalking you," said Luna playfully, and twinge of nervousness flew through Twilight. She remembered Celestia's warning and tried to keep her cool. "What're you up to?"

"Just trying to find a book," said Twilight quickly. "You know, routine, um, stuff."

Luna laughed and nuzzled her. "You're funny, Twilight Sparkle. "Say…would you like to go out sometime?"

"I don't think I should."

The princess's face fell. "Let me guess…Celestia talked to you."

"Well, yes…" said Twilight awkwardly. "I mean, she did, but that's nothing, right?"

"She didn't tell you about what she did, though, did she?" asked Luna sagaciously.

"What…what do you mean?"

Luna kneeled down to her level, looking ready to rant. "Your favorite little princess happened to be really, really disgusting early on," she said smugly, opening up a book. Twilight gasped…that couldn't be the princess…that could not be the princess…it was impossible. Princess Celestia would never do anything like that. Never.

"Oh my," said Twilight Sparkle, backing up. "What…is…is that even physically possible? Please tell me that's fake. Please."

"No, it's real," said Luna, flipping a page. "See? She made me partake in her…activities."

There was Celestia, leather-clad, tiny holes for each of her nipples and her sex, and there was Luna, still a filly, standing underneath a tall male earth pony stallion, smiling cheekily.

"Who…what…I…I don't even know," whispered Twilight, staring despondently at the photo. "Who…who took these?"

"Photo Finish's great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandmother," said Luna coldly. "Terrible, aren't they? I bet you'd never imagine that any princess would be so vile."

"I…wow…"

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Big Mac was in Canterlot.

"Why'd you come here, Macintosh?" demanded Applejack, looking at him in the eye directly. "Who's taking care of the farm?"

"Braeburn," said Big Mac through a mouthful of gum.

"Brae—why is Braeburn in Ponyville?"

Big Mac shrugged, and he pranced off to his most familiar quarters.

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And now…the adventures of Big Mac!

Guest starring Shining Armor and Princess Cadance!

Why is this italicized?

I DON'T KNOW!

Big Mac grinned at the sleeping form of Princess Cadance.

Shining Armor was standing next to him, looking unsure. "Don't you think this is…well…a little bit wrong, Macintosh?"

"Nope," said Big Mac, pressing his hoof lightly against the opening of Cadance's sex. She moaned softly, and her eyes fluttered open.

"Big Mac? What—Shining? What's going—"

He placed his hoof against her mouth, leaned forward, and let himself lick her sex.

Shining bit his lip. Seeing his wife with a commoner was strange, yes, but also very…arousing…

Meanwhile, Big Mac was lightly putting more and more pressure on Cadance. She started to pant, her eyes closed, sweat collecting on her brow. It reached a point where she whimpered, and she couldn't take it anymore, not even in the slightest, and she pulled him upwards, letting him enter her for real, and she cried out, half in pain, and wanted to push him off. "Stop," she moaned, her eyes fearful now. "Please, Mac, I can't—"

He pressured on, and she gasped, disbelieving as the pain hit her. He was too big, too big for even her, and she couldn't hold him. She couldn't do anything but gasp and sweat and then she saw Shining, looking at her with a horrified expression, and she screamed, long and hard, and the darkness overwhelmed her.

"What…what did you do to her?" whispered Shining, looking as prissy as ever. Big Mac never had liked those petty unicorns from Canterlot. He backed up against the wall, his blue mane curling over his eye, and Big Mac kissed him, full and hard on the lips, and he felt himself go, the true passion taking over.

They collapsed in bed next to the comatose Cadance, and Big Mac moved inside of Shining. He grabbed his ass, his tail, his prissy stupid horn, and kissed the back of his white neck. "Yes," muttered Shining Armor, groaning as his tight little hole stretched to accommodate Big Mac's…hugeness. "Oh, Celestia, harder! HARDER!"

"Yup," said Big Mac, and he obeyed.

And that ends our segment of the adventures of Big Mac.

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Twilight really couldn't believe what she was hearing.

It was muffled, yes, but the fact that it was happening at all was way too disturbing.

"P-p-please stop," cried the foal, and there was cruel laughter.

"You know you like it," whispered Celestia, and the sound of something wet connecting with the wall resounded in the library. "Come on, you're wet."

"That-that-that's my anus," cried Snails. "Of course it's wet."

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Well then.

Prepare your anus, all the way.

Anyway, I love Big Mac/Shining. It's really smexy.