He passed Rarity’s boutique as an idea struck him. He walked inside the shop, admiring the pony’s ability of dress making. That didn’t sway him. He found Rarity in her workshop.
“Miss Rarity?” Big Mac inquired.
“please, Big Macintosh, just Rarity.”
“Is Sweetie Belle here?”
“No… she left with Scoota-“
Big Mac grabbed Rarity and began to French kiss her. Rarity passionately returned the kiss. The two pulled away as Rarity began,
“Macintosh! I had no idea you felt that way!” she exclaimed.
“I don’t.” Big Mac stated.
Rarity began backing away. Her flank was soon pressed against the wall as Big Macintosh inched closer. Mac grabbed her and took her upstairs to Rarity’s bed. He threw her down and began to hit her. His blows were concentrated on her vagina, but occasionally hit her in the stomach.
“Jerk me off!” Big Mac ordered.
Rarity did as told. Her hoof grasped Big Mac’s cock. She felt it pulse, and began to stroke it. She cried silently. Big Mac let out a sling of curses and racial slurs and he fought back his sperm. Rarity expected nothing as Mac exploded on her. His semen sprayed her face and hair. She sobbed as Mac flipped her over and began to hump her. Mac grunted as he went, some swear words, other’s incoherent noises. Mac finished and stood up. It was of no surprise to him how Rarity acted. She was broken. He Punched her in the face four times. She was out cold.
“Heh… cold…” Mac said, slinging Rarity on his back.

Rarity awoke, crammed in a small space with one window. She couldn’t move.
“Mac?” she questioned. “Where am I?”
Mac stepped into view and said…
“Oven.” Mac turned the knob as Rarity began to struggle. She felt it getting hotter. Rarity screamed in pain, her voice as searing as the heat. Mac watched as her lovely white fur and skin turned black and charred away. Boils formed on her skin as Mac began to stroke himself. Rarity’s screams died down as Mac came. He opened the oven and wrapped her in a cloth. Mac tied the cloth on his back and began walking home again.

End Act 2