Title: The Seventh Element
Rating: M (for sexy time! :D)
Chapter: Chapter 16 Greed
AN: Thanks for all the reviews you guys gave me! I know the trolls will continue to ignore me if I ask for more reviews, but hell, I’ll at least still ask, POLIETLY, for reviews. :P
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Rarity could feel the sunbeams coming from the window, and hitting her in the face. She stirred and sat herself up. She yawned and stretched out her arms, but she soon realized that she felt something in between her legs. Did she fall asleep with a pillow in between her legs again?

She stopped when she felt it was much harder than a pillow, and it was hot, and slightly fuzzy.

She shook as she opened her eyes slowly, peering down at the form of a wide awake Big Macintosh. She let her mouth fall open as a shaky breath escaped her, her eyes fell lower to where their hips were touching, and she could see that he was only wearing the underwear she made for him. However, in the dead of night, they must have slipped lower, so they now showed a bit of the patch of fur that was in his nether regions.

And let’s not forget the little friend who was trying to stand at attention, but due to the fabric there, he was now in the form of a bulge, and a huge one at that. And to Rarity’s surprise and embarrassment, she could see a wet spot starting to form on her hand-made panties.

Rarity blushed seven shades of red and pushed herself off of Big Macintosh, almost falling to the ground. “Big Mac! W-What are you doing in my room!?”

Big Mac sat up and pulled the covers over his hips, “Your room!? This is my room! Y’all just barged in las’ night and jumped into bed!” He blushed as he saw the spot on her panties grow slightly larger.

Rarity growled at Big Mac, “well, why did you not tell me!?” She threw her arms in the air, “I would have appreciated that, you know?” She covered her face, “of all the things to happen to me, this… is… the… absolute… WORST… THING!!” She fell back onto an armchair in the corner of the room.

“Well, how was that bad!?” Big Mac shot at Rarity, trying to hide the fact that his member was trying to break free from its confines. Rarity moved the arm over her face.

“It is terrible because you didn’t tell me anything!”

“Well how could I? Y’all were in yer underwear and all over me!”

“All the more reason to get me off!”

“Well it certainly did look like it!”

Rarity blushed deeply, “what do you mean…?”

“With how wet y’all are down there, it looked like you liked bein’ there!” Rarity let her mouth fall open, appalled that he said such a thing to her. “Hell, I couldn’t just push ya off if I wanted to!”

Rarity almost replied with, that’s cause you love me, but she stopped herself. If she revealed that she knew of his feelings, things could get hairy quickly. Instead she did what she knew best. Push it away and never talk about it ever again. “Well, what’s done is done.” She stood and retrieved her clothes that were strewn on the floor. But upon closer inspection, she realized that his clothes were also thrown haphazardly all over the floor, along with hers. If you had come into the room at this moment, it would have looked as if Rarity was leaving the room after a LONG night of hard lovin! OH!

Rarity crouched down to get her clothes, fearing if she bended over, Big Mac could see the effect he had gotten out of her. She wasn’t prepared to show him that. She always believed in only having one mate, and she wanted to know if the one she was going to give herself to would be the one. She truly was a romantic.

But against her will, her body just over heated, out of nowhere. Suddenly, the room had gotten hotter and hotter, making it almost unbearable to even have on the bra and panties she was wearing at the moment. Her vision had blurred and her breaths came out in short puffs. To say she was frightened was an understatement. She didn’t know why, but she felt herself turn around and crawl towards the bed where Big Mac watched her with his eyes wide open.

She gazed up at him, a longing in her eyes. A longing for more than just attraction. She pushed herself up and pressed her lips against his, desperately trying to get rid of the weird sensations going through her body.

Big Mac stayed still as Rarity just kissed him, out of nowhere to be exact. His senses were haywire, finally feeling a kiss between them again. His mind dulled and his instincts kicked in, he grabbed her shoulders and returned the kiss with as much passion as he could muster. Rarity wrapped her arms around his neck, making a loop, with one hand grabbing at his hair and the other rubbing his neck.

Big Mac pulled her up onto his lap, not caring that his little friend was now standing at attention. They continued to kiss each other, practically feeling the pent up passion between the two of them.

Then it happened. As quickly as it started, it ended. Big Mac came to his senses first and pulled Rarity off of him. He suddenly remembered that not only was his sister, who loved Rarity, in the same house, but so was his youngest sister and his grandmother. Anyone of them could come in at anytime, and then what? Another pain added to the headache that was his life. Don’t get him wrong, he loved everypony in his life, but lately everything was out of whack, and he was now suffering from severe headaches from all the drama that has sprouted off.

Everything has been weird.

“Rarity, we shouldn’t. Not now.”

Rarity wanted to so desperately just calm down and think over what in the hell just happened, but her body just flushed even hotter. She pressed herself against him, his skin cooling hers off with each touch. Big Mac could feel how hot her body was, but what really caught his attention was the fact that her hand had left his hair and dove to under the blankets, grabbing hold of his member. He hissed at the touch, wanting to feel more. Her hand moved up and down, stroking softly.

Big Mac’s hands had now become shaky, feeling himself flush like how Rarity was now.

But he couldn’t let this continue. He refused to do something like this until he knew that Rarity loved him as well. He grabbed her hand and stopped her motions. Rarity whined as her face rubbed into his neck, softly biting and kissing. He pulled her away from him, “Rarity! Pull yerself together!”

His heart stopped when he looked into her eyes. All over, etched into the blue depths, was pain, pleasure, fear, and anguish, all mixed together with another unknown emotion. Tears formed in her eyes as she breathed out the words, “it hurts…”

“W-what hurts? Where?”

She hiccupped and pressed herself back into him, “Please Big Mac! I need to be touched! It hurts!” She let the tears fall as she kissed him deeply. He had to fight her! He didn’t want it, not like this.

“Rarity! Calm down!” He held her at arm’s length, watching her flushed face scrunch up in pain. “Rarity? Where do y’all hurt? Where?”

She pointed to her panties. She didn’t know why she was acting like this, nor why her body was suddenly overheating and needing to be cooled by Big Mac. These feelings confused her, and she wasn’t sure on what to do to get rid of them. All she was sure was that when she touched Big Mac, the heat would go away.

Big Mac picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. He opened his door and went to the downstairs bathroom, starting up a shower. When he felt how cold the water was, he held her under the spray.

Rarity wailed and flung her arms wildly, not liking that the sprays were assaulting her body. She pushed her head away from the spray and glared at Big Mac, not caring about the thundering steps from the stairs nearby. “What is the meaning of this Big Mac!? Unhand me this instant!”

“Well, y’all are thinkin’ clearly now!”

Rarity flushed as she realized that indeed, the strange feelings were gone now. “Well, you didn’t have to ruin my hair!”

“Yer hair was already ruined!”

“Are you saying that I have bad hair!?”

Big Mac shook his head, “n-no! What that was yer hair was already messy from sleep!” At that moment, Granny Smith and Apple Bloom appeared at the door.

“Maccy boy! I thought the wolves might’ve attacked us again!”

Big Mac stood and shut the water off. “Nah, it was just us.” He helped Rarity to her feet, grabbing a towel from the rack. His thoughts came back to him, “y-y’all know nothin’ happened! Nothin’ happened all night, ya hear!?” He blushed as his thoughts crept to what happened not even a few minutes ago. “B-by the way, where is Apple Jack?”

“Ah thought wolves attacked so I sent her to check on the animals!” Granny smacked him over the head, “jackass!”

Rarity dried herself off, and made her way back to Big Mac’s room. She grabbed her clothes and pulled them on quickly. When they were on, she finally let herself actually look around and see what his room was actually like.

His bed was one of the biggest beds she had ever seen in her life, it looked like it could fit four of her! The bed was covered with a red quilt with many patches sewn onto it, each one a varying scene of some event. There was one end table by the bed, with a lamp and wind up alarm clock. Across the bed was a large mirror, where if you sat up you could see yourself. All along the walls were boxes taped shut or covered with other boxes, all of them starting to wear and tear.

And there, right on his dresser, was a thick photo album with a raggedy doll next to it. The doll was Twilight’s doll Smarty pants. Rarity could still hear Big Mac and Granny bickering about wolves, timber wolves and the upcoming zap apple season in two months. She fingered the doll carefully, making sure not to ruin the brittle stitching. When she first saw the doll all those months ago, she thought the thing looked absolutely horrid, but now, the doll looked rather cute. In its own way of course.

She left the doll and let her eyes rest on the photo album. She so desperately wanted to see what was in it, but something held her back. Now wasn’t the time to delve into the memories of the past.

Her throat felt like it had a lump inside. She swallowed and tore her eyes away from it, trying to block out the painful memories and the awful regrets.

She saw Big Mac now standing in the door way, an unreadable look on his face. She stepped away from the photo album.

“Y’all know… that you can look at it if ya want.”

Rarity just shook her head, “no. I don’t want to.” She said quickly as she dashed out of the room. Big Mac closed the door and pulled on a pair of jeans. That argument with Granny made his member calm down. He looked at the photo album and walked over to it, flipping it open. It flipped to a picture of Rarity, Apple Jack and new born Apple Bloom in her crib. He smiled at the memory, that was the day that both of the little fillies had vowed to be mothers one day.

He chuckled to himself, flipping the page to see another photo of his pa, with him riding on his back. He let the smile grow, remembering that as the only time he had ever ridden on his pa’s back. Suddenly, his vision blurred and the scene of flames appeared. Flames all over the furniture and all over the house.

He grabbed at his head, trying to get the memories to leave.

He heard the faint screams of ponies as the memory disappeared.

Big Mac hastily shut the photo album.

Outside…

Apple Jack was just exiting the barn, when she saw Rarity leaning against a tree. Rarity had this scared look on her face, like she was about to fall over and die at any moment. Apple Jack ran over to her, “Rarity! Y’all alright!?” Rarity just teared up and grabbed Apple Jack, hugging her tightly.

Apple Jack just hugged back, not sure of why Rarity was hugging her. She just pushed that thought away and hugged back while soothing her as best as she could.

Rarity tried hard, hard not to let the memories come back, and make sure she never thought of it again. Once was enough. She didn’t want to relive that day ever again.

She didn’t want to see the flames and hear the screams of ponies. So she just held onto whomever she could, and that one she was to hug the day lights out of, would have to be Apple Jack. Apple Jack felt the wetness that was caused by Rarity’s tears, and she wondered what had happened to make Rarity cry? Well, it’s a number of things that could make her cry, like calling her ugly, or calling her a mule, or ruining some of her creations…

Apple Jack then realized that Rarity was wearing the same clothes as yesterday. That was not something Rarity does. And the tears were harsh, and practically never ending. Apple Jack flared up, the only time Rarity cried like this if somepony called her ugly…

And another thing, where is Big Macintosh?

No Big Mac in sight, plus, Rarity crying, plus, same clothes equals…

“This is all Big Mac’s fault!” Apple Jack growled. Rarity looked up at Apple Jack.

“What?”

“The reason y’all are crying is cause of something Big Mac did!”

“What!? No! Well, kind of yes but-”

“Ah knew it!” Apple Jack let go of Rarity, “don’t y’all worry Rarity, ah’ll set ‘im straight!” Apple Jack stormed off to find Big Mac, leaving Rarity alone in front of the barn.

“Why does she not listen?” Rarity asked herself quietly, watching Apple Jack running towards the main house. Rarity just placed her palms against her face and groaned. She then bolted after Apple Jack, hoping she could stop Apple Jack from making an ass of herself.

An hour later…

The main house was in complete disarray. Furniture was overturned and everywhere, there was mud and broken bits of various items strewn everywhere. Rarity had sat Big Mac and Apple Jack on the couch, Granny Smith, Apple Bloom and Rarity all stood there, all with their arms crossed over their chests, all with glares at the two in question.

“What in Sam hell were y’all thinkin’!?” Granny Smith hollered at the two of them. Apple Jack kept sending Big Mac angry glares, even though the issue had calmed somewhat. “Apple jack, y’all stop glaring at yer brother!”

“But he-!”

Rarity glared at Apple Jack. Apple Jack just sat back down and bit back her words. Granny sighed, “this house is sacred! An’ ah jus’ watched y’all pra’cally destroy it!” She smacked then both upside the head, “Apple Jack, y’all should’ve gotten yer fac’s straight before you charge. And Big Mac.” Granny sighed, “y’all ne’er,” She leaned forward, “NE’ER, lay a hoof on a mare!”

“Ya jackasses!”

Rarity looked at her feet, the reason Big Mac and Apple Jack fought and nearly destroyed the house was her fault. If she never confided in Apple Jack, then she wouldn’t have had that misunderstanding. Rarity wiped her face and snuck out of the living room and out the back porch. She sat herself back in the swinging seat, holding in her tears, and listening to the chirping bird overhead. She doesn’t mean to cause all this trouble, honest! Hell, she doesn’t even know why Apple Jack went crazy!

Rarity shook her head and swallowed, “nothing makes sense…”

The swing swung back slightly as someone sat next to her. With a huge swing like that, she knew exactly who it was, “What do you want Big Mac?”

He sighed, “Apple Jack is certain I said or did somethin’ to make y’all sad…” He sat with his hands folded staring forward as the bare backyard. Rarity stared as well, but to her, it wasn’t a bare backyard, it was like charred earth with little licks of flame still alive… She broke her gaze away from it and chose to look away from it and Big Mac. “That album made ya remember?”

Rarity stood up, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Big Mac placed a warm hand on her arm, “sit back down, please?” She did so. “Ah’m sorry Rarity, ah brought it out before this whole thing happened.” He smiled softly, “ah didn’t want to forget what mah pa’s face looked like…”

“But that also meant you have to remember that night-”

“Ah know, but ah still want to see the pictures we got o’ him an’ ma all happy’ like.” He caressed her face, “sometimes with time, wounds heal.”

Rarity scrunched up her face as the tears fell again, “why can’t I seem to stop crying…?” She wiped them away as they came, “I don’t know if I can get over it… I lost the only parent I had…” She felt him press his lips against her own, is a soft and gentle kiss. Her face flushed up as she realized that he kissed her of his own free will! He wasn’t being pushed, or forced by her when she suddenly got so hot, no, he was kissing her by himself.

She pressed herself back against him, just letting herself be overwhelmed by his taste, his taste of apples. How ironic, she thought. They stayed like that, stuck in their own little moment, just sitting together with their lips locked. Big Mac did a mental victory lap, he actually kissed her! After all these years! He kissed her this time, no one else! Just him!

What felt like hours, was actually a few seconds, they parted away. On both of their faces, were huge smiles, and forgotten tears. “Why, I haven’t felt like that… Since ever!” Rarity gushed.

Big Mac wrapped an arm around her and brought her close to him, “Ah’m glad to be the first.”

They continued to sit in a comfortable silence, just watching the landscape together. Whenever Rarity’s mind would migrate back to the bad memories, Big Mac would squeeze her shoulder comfortingly. She would then inwardly smile, thanking Celestia that he was there to make her feel better.

But now she was questioning what it is that is between them. She knows that Big Mac loves her, even if her told her while he was asleep, and she knows that she cares for him… But what exactly are her feelings towards Big Mac? They’ve known each other for years! So surely they are more than friends, regular friends don’t kiss each other and almost… mate…

She felt so safe in his arms, like she almost belonged there. She felt butterflies flutter in her stomach every time she saw him, hell, even the sound of his beating heart made her own heart flutter like mad.

Maybe… She loves him too…?

Later that evening…

Apple Jack placed the last of the dishes from dinner away, but her mind drifted back to what she saw.

Apple Jack’s heart felt like it was torn to shreds. Her brother kissing and hugging Rarity. Apple Jack growled in rage, he promised not to go after her! He promised! Apple Jack didn’t feel like herself. She felt like some darker force was making her emotions flare up. It scared her, deeply, but the next thing she knew, the hate and rage for her brother taking the mare she had loved for years swelled.

It swelled and filled her whole heart, making it swirl into a black, ugly, unfeeling thing. Her eyes shined bright red for a second, then quickly they changed back to their original color.

“Rarity is mine. All mine… Ah don’t want to share…” She growled and clawed the counter. “She’s mine. All mine. Only mine.” A voice echoed in her head, urging her on.

“He stole her from you… You were too weak to protect what you have claimed. Only with Greed, can you truly take what is rightfully yours…” It hissed to her. The voice clouded her judgment and rational thoughts. All she knew, was what Big Mac took from her, and Rarity.

What had she become?

The cavern…

Dark green smoke crept into the wall at the end of the tunnel, a small hiss emanated from it, whispering, “Greed”.

The crack on the wall grew even more, some chips flying off and making a small click on the ground. The shadows kept inside squealed in delight as more air rushed in. They could smell the outside, and they knew it was time for them to come out soon.

It was soon time to once again walk this earth.

Back at the farm…

Granny Smith knocked on Rarity’s door, practically scaring the daylights out of her. Granny snickered, “ah hope y’all enjoyed yer stay here.”

Rarity smiled, “yes, it felt like old times again.” Rarity pursed her lips, “Granny, could you… Could you tell me the rest of your story? I feel like it can help me with some things…”

Granny sat herself onto Rarity’s bed, “Is it Maccy boy?”

Rarity blushed, “oh… um…”

Granny just squeezed Rarity’s shoulder, “no worry now. Ah know you will take care of Maccy boy.” Rarity tried to protest, she didn’t say she may or may not love him! “Oh hush. It’s written all over yer face.” Rarity just sat next to Granny. “Now, y’all wanna know what happened next in mah story right?”

“Yes, please.”

Granny nodded, “well, after ah told Earl about mah feelings, and he returned them, well by golly, I was so o’erjoyed! That was one of mah happiest moments. But as ya can tell, mah pa and ma didn’t like it one bit. Even though Earl had been living with us for awhile, they still didn’t trust him. They thought of him as a bad pony that shouldn’t even be near me. Well, it stressed my ma so badly, that the illness she had had gotten even worse. It got so bad, that she ended up dying from the stress.”

“My pa was so heartbroken that day, not only did my ma die, but it happened on my birthday as well.”

“Your birthday?” Rarity gasped.

“You bet. The day when ah was able to be with Earl, was the day my ma died on me. The whole thing was so… dreadful…” Granny sighed, “Every pony in the family came. They all wore black and held white flowers. There was no laughing, no smiles, nothing. Why, if my ma saw the whole thing, she’d have bucked everyone until they all started celebrating her life, not mournin’ her death.”

“After the funeral, my pa stopped smiling all together. He just worked and worked without stopping, in a way, he never stopped grieving. But whenever I tried to stop him from working himself to death, Earl would always stop me and say the same thing, ‘let him be. He needs to be alone.’ Ah never understood why he stopped me, nor will I ever know. All ah know, that a few years after my ma died, my pa worked himself to exhaustion one too many times. He worked so hard with the chores, he ended up wearin’ out his own hooves, stretching his muscles to the limit, and collapsing in the middle of a road.”

“And where were your siblings during this?”

“They tried to help my pa, try to get him to relax and deal with his pain, but he ne’er listened. He always went on, on how much he missed ma and how much he wished ah would have just chosen a pony closer to my age. The way he talked, it made me feel as if ma dying and him wearing himself out to exhaustion was my fault. But Earl would always assure me that that wasn’t it, that my pa was just not dealin’ with all the pain.”

“One day, it got so bad, that I confronted my pa. Ah told him that it wasn’t my fault that ah helped a pony in need, that ah didn’t mean to start rumors, that ah didn’t mean to fall in love with a much older pony. I told him ah didn’t mean to get my ma sick, and certain’y didn’ mean to make her die. Ah told him that ah was happy with Earl, because he was kindest, sweetest pony ah had e’er met, that he was the smartest most handsome pony, and that he was the most respectful to me. Ah loved him, and he loved me.”

“Well? What happened next?” Rarity asked excitedly, she had gotten into the story.

“My pa just stared at me, and when ah left, he told me that he was proud of me and smiled at me. That smile of his, was so filled with regret, happiness, sadness, and so much love. He died the next day.”

“He died!? Just like that!?”

“Yep. He died the day after ah told him all of that. It was as if that smile was supposed to tell me that he knew he was going to die.” Granny shook her head, “ah lost both my ma and pa. And well, that gave my brother and sister a reason to stay where they were now. Ah was left with a huge farm and no idea how to run it by myself. But I realized, ah wasn’t alone. Ah had Earl.”

“Earl really knew how to run a farm and how to take care of it by himself, him being a really large Stallion.” Rarity giggled, “oh! Hush now, I’m getting to that. Now where was I? Oh yes, well, now things went along rather smoothly, after ah was done mournin’ my pa. If Earl wasn’t there, well, there would be no Sweet Apple Acres here. It would have just been an orchard with no pony to look after it.” Granny chuckled, “well, after a couple o’ years, we finally decided to get married. The only reason we took so long, was so I could convince the town that Earl was a respectable Stallion, and he should not be run to ruin by those ugly rumors they spread about him stealing the farm.”

“Would ponies really do that back then?” Rarity asked, aghast that ponies actually did that!

“Yessiree! They were quite shameless back then, always spreading rumors that weren’t true just fer a kick! But ah set them straight after they tried to get Earl!”

“I find it very hard to believe they would treat you like that, especially for all you did to make Ponyville into what it is today!” Rarity fumed, angry at what other ponies did back then.

“Ah know sugar cube, but y’all gotta remember, ponies back then didn’t always get along the best. There was still some prejudice against other races of ponies back then, y’all know the story of the three races, ya acted as Princess Platinum in the play.” Rarity nodded, “well, after ah set them straight, and even got some ponies to support our relationship, we got hitched soon after. Now ah’ll tell you, the first few years were the toughest, but at the same time, they were the best. We were finally married and free to do as we please, and even caring for the farm that my family made.”

“And well, after the first few years, well…” She grinned at Rarity, “that’s when our son Alex came around.” Rarity felt a pang of sadness hit as she remembered his death, but she buried it away with a smile on her face. “We both decided to follow his family’s tradition by naming each other after an apple, so we chose Alexander Apple. And trust me, ah loved Alex, but ah wish ah could have had more foals.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Well, there were some… con-pli-ca-tions when Alex was born… Apparently, ah was too little to give birth to a foal of his size, so he accidentally caused some seer-ee-us damage to me. But that didn’t bother me none. That just meant ah would love him even more. So the years went by, we cared for the farm, Alex grew up and he met Val when deliverin’ apples to Canterlot. And then years later, he married her, we welcomed her to the family…” Granny slurred to a stop, the most painful of all her memories finally resurfacing.

“It was before Maccy Boy was born… Earl was out working in the fields, even though he was quite old he was still kicking like a young colt, he just stopped and had a heart attack… We never knew why he died there in the fields, but all we know was that he didn’t suffer.”

“He just up and died? Out of nowhere?”

Granny nodded, “ah couldn’t believe that that happened neither… But it happened. He died on that day.” Granny took a deep breath, “then Maccy boy was born… and y’all know the rest.” She smiled at Rarity sadly, “did that answer yer questions?”

Rarity nodded slowly, “I believe they did. I think I finally know the answers that I needed to figure out…”

Granny then got up without another word, smiling at Rarity sadly. The smile was small, barely even there, but the point was clear.

Good night.

Rarity nodded to Granny and waited till she closed the door behind her, leaving Rarity in the room alone. She undressed and lay down and fell asleep. Tomorrow, everyone would go back to Canterlot and the guards would come back and take care of the farm.

Rarity felt happy that she heard the last part of the story… She knew what she wanted now.

She wanted Big Mac.

Granny Smith’s room…

Granny had dressed in her night gown, staring at a picture frame by her bed. She smiled and let herself be tucked into the bed, a small smile on her face. She turned her head towards the window, and she swore she saw Earl there, in the same form as she was in.

Earl smiled at her, his smile warm and welcoming.

Granny closed her eyes and let her breaths slow and let her fall into her deep sleep.

Good bye.
DONE!
CELESTIA that chapter did not want to get done! Seriously! It just did not want to end! Anyway, hope you all enjoyed this chapter! And I feel like being nice today, so I’ll let y’all in on a little secret…
Things shall go downhill from here on out…
That’s it! ALRIGHT. It’s late, so I shall go to bed and see if any of you were kind enough to review. That won’t be too hard!
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