A smile grew on Mary’s face as she drank down the last bit of the wine.  She leaned against the red coated stallion, taking in the smell of his hard ripped body.

Oh Celestia, the things I’m going to do to you…

Big Mac leaned over and pushed the play button on the DVD player.  Soon the movie started, Mary didn’t pay attention to what it was.  Her mind was focused on one particular part of the evening.

She started to trace small circles into his fur, taking in his sweet aroma.

Her ear twitch as the movie started to play some really odd music.

She looked back at the television and saw a well-endowed stallion being serviced by two young mares.

“Big Mac, I didn’t know you got this type of a movie.  Maybe we should reenact some of the scenes; you know… we need to go. In. DEEP. If we want to criticized the movie,” Mary cooed.

“Eeyup,” the red stallion said and he lean in and nuzzled her cheek.

Mary was the first to make a move as she wrap her leg around his midsection, her eyes never leaving his.

“Before we go any further Big Mac, I want to know… how you feel about me,” she said innocently.

Big Mac smiled and he looked deep into her pink irises.

“BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.”

Mary’s eyes opened wide to see the next thing that was about to leave this world, her alarm clock.

FATALITY

Mary lurched forward and began her daily routine again; make her bed, shower, and comb, clean up party that no one came to, feed stray cat, save world from nameless evil threat, finish breakfast.

Mary looked down into her alphabet cereal, although after she had her way, it was more sugar than cereal.  Although something was amiss in the mind of the alicorn as she started to consume the sugary treat.

“Why didn’t anypony show up? I am sure they all have viable or at least well thought out excuses.”

Mary sat there and looked into the reflection of herself in the milk.  It was hazy, but her black coat was easily outlined in the bowl of surgery goodness.

Then her reflection blinked at her.

“AHHH,” Mary screamed as she fell back in her chair.  Scooted against the leaf pattern wallpaper of the kitchen, putting as much distance as she could between her and the bowl as possible.

It was transparent, slightly anyway, as a black hoof popped out if her cereal.

What in the pony world… am I tripping out on sugar?

The black creature started to climb out of the bowl, its fiery red mane fell gracefully against her side. As the figure finished climbing out, Mary found herself looking into the pink irises of, herself.

“Morning, Mary!” Mary the spectral said.

“Hi?” Mary squeaked.

“Come now, don’t act like you don’t know me.  I’m you!” she said.

“I am sure I know me better than most ponies, you are not me.”

“Well… you have a point. I haven’t seen you since magic kindergarten though.  So you might not remember me too well.”

Mary tried to remember, but couldn’t recall seeing whatever this was before.

“No I really don’t remember sorry…”

The spectral Mary frowned, “I see. We’ll let me try to jog your memory a bit.” The spectral Mary’s horn glowed in a bright white light, which consumed the room.

Mary winced as she tried to get her vision back; the copy paste image of herself was now replaced with a young alicorn.  She had bright blue eyes and a shiny frost white coat that complimented her golden mane.

It took all of three seconds for Mary to recognize her. “Plot Device! I thought you were imaginary.”

The young alicorn chuckled, “I am imaginary silly, just call me Plottie.”

By:IzanagiSinX

“I think we are both well past calling each other by our full names.”

Mary was at the side of her imaginary friend in an instant.  Oddly as she wrapped her hooves around the little filly she was solid, even though looking transparent.

“What have you been up to Plottie?”

A sheepish grin grew on the young filly, “Well, living in your subconscious, silly.  I don’t go away.  Just chilling with your memories; sometimes I vacation in your fantasies when reliving fond memories starts to bore me.”

“But… how are you here?” Mary questioned as she held her out at hoof length, examining her.

Plottie vanished from Mary’s hooves and appeared on the table. “I am here to help silly, I know you don’t wanna spend another birthday alone.  Nopony should be alone on their birthday.”

Mary’s eyes fell and her tail tucked between her legs as her gaze fell to the floor. “It’s already over, and nopony showed up… again.” Her eyes perked up as she look at Plottie, “But if you here that means we can play games like old times, and you can do my hair and we can talk about boys—“

Plottie put her hoof over Mary’s mouth. “Yes, I am never going to leave you again, Mary, I promise.  I didn’t come here though to party down.”

Mary sat back on the chair next to the table,” So, Plottie, what did you come here for?”

“To help you make friends silly!” Plottie smiled.

Mary frowned. “I’m not really in the mood to talk about ‘friend making’.”

Plottie sat on her flank positioned opposite Mary, trying her hardest not to hug Mary when she made her sad face.

“Don’t be like that, Mary.  I got a perfect plan to make you friends.”

Mary’s eyes perked up, “How?”

Plottie pointed to the sky. “Simple my dear Mary.  We have a party.”

Mary deadpanned. “Really, a party, Wow I would never have thought of that before.  Thank you for pointing it out,” she said in a monotone voice.

“Come, now Mary, no need to be cynical.  No pony throws a party like Plottie.”

Mary put a hoof to her chin. “Since you're just a figment of my imagination, wouldn’t your party making abilities be pare with mine?

“Normally you would think that, but we have something on our side that is a sure fire way to make our guests come.”

“The knowledge to love and tolerate everything, since everything should deserve a fair and proper chance to show their worth of individuality?”

Plottie smiled, “No silly, we have rope.”

Mary sat in wait outside the window of the local weather pegasus, “Plottie, I don’t think this is going to work.  Even in cartoons this wouldn’t work.”

“Keep it simple silly,” Plottie said as she floated nearby. “Quiet, I think she is coming.”

Rainbow Dash stepped on her cloud hearth as she peeked outside, after hearing a voice near her door.  She deadpanned as she saw the giant wooden box set up outside her house.  A long rope was attached to a stick the propped up the edge of the box.

“Pinkie Pie if this is your idea of a prank; I have greatly underestimated your skill!”

Rainbow Dash looked around the box and spotted it, her eyes nearly doubling in size. A book with the cover of a pegasus mare standing over a pair of socks.

Oh. My. GOSH. Is that… it is! Daring Do and the legend of the Missing Socks.  Inside she knew it was a trap, not even a good one. Still… Dash rolled her eyes as she stepped forward. She blinked as she fell through the clouds nearest the wooden crate and into an iron cage below the clouds.

The pegasus looked up to see the pink irises of her capturer.

“Mary what in the hay are you doing?”  Dash bellowed.

Mary look over her shoulder into the sky and then back at Dash. “I’m inviting you to a party.”

“Mary, I do not want to go to your party,” she shot back. “How did you even get me to fall through the clouds?”

Mary –being a courteous kidnapper – leaned down and bit a large chunk out of the cloud. “It’s cotton candy.”

Rainbow Dash facehoofed, “You not going to get away with this Mary, my friends will come looking for me!”

Mary turned her head and nodded to something in the sky, “You’re right,” Mary kicked down the Daring Do book to Dash as it slid to her hooves.

“Why are you giving me this?” she questioned.

Mary said nothing and continued to look at Dash.

Rainbow Dash being smug promptly turned her head away, ignoring her capture. Well at least I get the latest series out of it.  Dash picked up the book and her eyes went wide as she paged through the text, or lack thereof.

“Is this some kind of cruel joke?” she said nearly in tears.

Mary looked up at the sky again and turned back to Rainbow Dash.

“Yes.”

All was silent and still in the great village of Ponyville, at this time however.  A black alicorn was flying through the air, the small cage that held the captive Rainbow Dash was now the size of a small box.  Her squeals were drowned out by the sound of the wind.

Soon they came upon the house of the next ‘guest’. Lucky for Mary two of her party members were standing near the counter of the residential library.  Two unicorns, an alabaster coated mare and a lilac mare.

Mary floated outside the side window of the large deck that was outside her bedroom window.

“How are we going to get these two to come, I don’t think rope is going to help us here,” Mary stated.

“I have a plan, Mary all you need to do is stay out here and wait until I come back for you to gather the bodies,” Plottie said with a wry smile.

Mary nodded and sat on the balcony edge watching the tiny Rainbow Dash fly around her cage.

Plottie passed through the wall into the bedroom, and made her way down the stairs.  There were her targets, both in a heated debate.

“Rarity, I don’t see how you even like that magazine.  It's filled with nothing but trash stories and advertising every other page. I can’t get the flow of reading when I am interrupted with ads for Horn Polish every other page,” Twilight complained.

“Now Darling, I know there are hundreds of stories in there, but there is a cute story I wanted you to read.” Rarity turned several pages in.

She read over the title and a smirk grew on her face, “That’s cute.”

“I know right, I love a little light hearted fluff romance.  When I first read it I just had to find the author and make him a tuxedo,” Rarity chirped.

“It’s nice for unknown authors to get some publicity; I guess I don’t see the harm in a magazine like this.”

Ok so which one to choose… Plottie thought as she mulled it over in her mind.  Well I guess in a time like this I have to do it scientifically.

Iny miny minie mo catch a filly by the hoof, if she squirms you make her pay, seven bales of hay every day.

Her tiny hoof landed on the alabaster mare and flew to her side. Plottie put her hoof to her chest as her horn glowed, as she passed right through, inside of the seamstress mare.

Plottie blinked, and so did Rarity, as she took control over the mare now looking into the eyes of the element on magic.

“Are you ok Rarity?  You kind of just spaced out there for a moment.”

Rarity shook her head. “I am quite alright Twilight, but you see I have a confession I must make to you.”

Twilight sat down, she easily picked up on the seriousness in her tone of voice. “What is it Rarity?”

Plottie put Rarity’s hoof on her shoulder. “Twilight I have always been in love with you, since the moment are eyes met all that time ago. Will you be my very special somepony?”

Twilight just looked in bemusement, “I see what’s going on here.  Its ok Rarity if you wanted to go again you don’t need to put up with the dramatics.”

Yes, yes, fall for my words and when you least expect it BAM!

“Oh darling you know how I love the flair for dramatics, now what is your answer?”

Yes, walk into my trap little filly.

Twilight quickly trotted past and went to the closet, as several magical locks undid themselves.

Plottie smirked as she was about to make her move. Any second now…  

Twilight’s back was turned just at the right moment, and Rarity leaped into the air, only to freeze midair a foot away from her target.

What in the hay, how did she know I was about to attack?

Twilight turned around dawning leather vestments and a whip that was magically floating next to her.

“Two times in one day, I didn’t think you became so amorous Rarity. Not that I mind at all.”

Wait, what where these two doing before I got here? “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, Twilight misu—“Rarity was cut off by a red ball being magically strapped into her mouth.

“That’s Mistress Twilight,” she said as she trotted closer to Rarity.

:Two Hours Later:

Mary sighed as she looked at the tiny Rainbow Dash who had long since fallen asleep under the warm sun.  Where is Plottie?  She should have come back by now…

Her question was answer at a ghostly pale alicorn filly passed through the door, carrying two miniaturize elements.  Her eyes were shallow and unfocused as she floated ahead.

Mary was at her side in a second, “What’s wrong Plottie? You look terrible,” Mary said as she grabbed ahold of her imaginary friend.

“Mary,” she said in a shallow tone, “let us never speak of this again.”

The air around the room was stiff as Mary flapped her wings hard to her next destination. The cottage of a sweet hearted pegasus. The air around the cottage smelled of wild flowers and oddly a strong scent of caramel was wafting through the air as she touched down outside.

Plottie had regained some of her composer from whatever had transpired in the library.

“So how do we go about this one Plottie?” Mary said.

“This one is going to be complicated Mary, she is the element of kindness.  She may look sweet and innocent, but I have received reports telling me that she has proven to hold the strength of ten ponies and has been known to kill bears.”  Plottie said as she pulled out a piece of paper out of thin air.

“Wait… how do you have a report on her?”

“Don’t ask silly questions Mary,” Plottie said innocently. “Now what we need to do is tunnel our way in.  Now I am sure that a brilliant tactician like Fluttershy must have magic dampeners everywhere to prevent even me from passing through her walls.”

“Plottie,” Mary said.

“Not now Mary, give me a second, it’s not everyday you face a pony of her caliber.  So after we dug under the house, I am sure she has battalions of furry creatures protecting her, it will be a bloody battle.  I am not sure we will survive this Mary, but if we do,  we both shall be far stronger for it.”

“—but Plottie”

“Don’t worry Mary; the end battle against the final boss Fluttershy will be epic.  She most likely is a master of Pon-Justsu.   If this battle gets too far out of hoof, the fate of Equestria might ride on just getting her to come along.” Plottie continued.

Mary pointed to the back yard, “Isn’t that her over there hanging laundry?”

Plottie looked over behind the cottage, “Yes… well let’s go get her then.”

Thump

Fluttershy fell over as she was struck hard in the skull with a foam sword.

“That was easier than I thought.” Mary said.

The flight from the cottage was peaceful, the four little ponies that talked amounts themselves in the magic cage that held them. Plottie was however was looking at Twilight in a weird manner, never being able to hold her gaze for long.

The next destination was the hormone driven teenage hub of Ponyville, Sugarcube Corner.  Mary landed outside the door of the bakery save for the eerie aura that shrouded it.

The soft echoes of Mary’s steps where the only sound in the bakery as they passed through the doors, “That’s weird… normally this place is packed with ponies,” Mary said in a low whisper. Why are the lights off?

Ka-reeeeeek

A cold chill ran down Mary’s spine as she looked to the far corner of the room.  Barley visible was a pink mare; her hair was flat against her soft fur.  She was sitting in a dome egg shaped chair.

“Good evening Mary,” Pinkie said.

Mary gulped a large pool of saliva that gathered at the back of her throat, “H-hello, Pinkie Pie.”

“Nice to see you’re doing well, Mary; sorry I couldn’t attend your birthday party, I had some unexpected… business I had to take care of.  I hope you understand,” she said with venom dripping with every word.

“It’s… ok. It’s was just a normal party… like all my others,” Mary said as her eyes fell to the floor.

Pinkie sighed as she stepped on her chair and onto the wooden floor. “I see, but you didn’t come here to talk about THAT party did you?”

Mary blinked and Pinkie was standing half an inch away from her face. Mary stepped back, when did she get there?

“Now, now, Mary, Don’t be like that.  I am sure you came here for a reason. Like an after party, that I am forced to attend?”

“How did you—“

Pinkie Pie put a gentle hoof over Mary’s mouth, “Shhh.  Sometimes it’s best not to ask silly questions.” The pink mare walked past Mary and straight for the cage on the floor.  “Mary, it would be wise that you forgot we had this conversation.”

Pinkie closed her eyes as her hair puffed out again as she leapt onto the cage, “I need you to make me all tiny winy Mary so I can join our friends.”

Mary didn’t say anything as she shrank the pink party pony down to doll size, she willing leapt into the cage and landed on the marshmallow mare.

Plottie floated next to Mary, “She scares me.”

“Me too.”

Plottie rode on Mary’s back as they made way down to their final destination, the grant apple orchard of Sweet Apple Acres.  The smell of the red fruit was sweet, and floated among the clouds.

The closer she got to the fields, the bigger her smile got. I wonder if Big Mac is working the fields right now, all hot and sweaty, each and every muscle rippling like waves under his coat…

Plottie raised a brow, “You ok, Mary? You’re drooling.”

Mary wipe a bit of drool off her chin, “Perfectly fine. So what are we going to do to acquire Applejack, I am sure she is going to put up some resistance.”

Plottie smile, “I have an idea and it's one hundred percent full proof. I am going to need some time to set it up… so maybe you should go get yourself a certain red stallion.

“Fine, only because you said so!” Mary giggled to herself.

- - -

Mary's horn glowed as she passed through the wall of the building, taking great care not to disturb the sleeping occupants of the house.

Step by step, she made her way to the door of her primary target for the evening.

Her heart fluttered as she passed through the door into the dark room, she could feel her nerves stand on end as she built up the courage in her gut.

I can’t believe I’m in Big Mac’s room; I am totally the best spy ever.

Then she saw it, a large lump on the bed move. Come on Mary, pull yourself together, you been waiting to do this for ages.  She nodded to herself as she walked over.

She sat on the bed.

“I know you may not want to see me, that is ok, not very many ponies do.  I… know it may seem like that I am distant at times, and that I act oddly around you.  The truth is… I have liked you a very long time.  I know you may think it’s weird, but it’s true. I know I’m springing this you suddenly, but would you be my special somepony”

Mary shudders as she felt a hoof touch her shoulder and was pulled down into a warm embrace.  Mary felt a shiver run down her spine as a pair of warm lips were pressed against hers.

Big Mac, I knew you liked me! Ok, maybe I didn’t know, but I was hoping. Wait, this is my first kiss.  Oh sweet Celestia, he taste like apples.

Mary parted her lips from his; a small stream of saliva still connected the pair.  She swallowed the juices that lingered in her mouth, enjoying the sweet taste. It took but a moment as two hooves wrapped around her, and she found herself under weight of the farm pony.

Mary whined a little as she felt her left ear get nipped, just to get peppered with kisses running down her neck. Big Mac I can’t say how much I have dreamt of this very moment.

Slowly the door creaked open to the groggy eyed stare of the youngest member of the Apple family.  On her back was a small blue pillow.

“Applejack, is it alright if I sleep with y—“she cut herself off as she saw the compromising position her sister was in. “I… will go ask Big Mac.” She shut the door again leaving the two mares alone in the room.

Mary froze. Her eyes were now wide open and her pupils the size of pin pricks. She gulped as her horn lit up with a basic illumination spell.

On her chest was the orange coat of the oldest sister, Applejack, a sheepish grin on her face.

“Don’t worry about Apple Bloom sugar, this isn’t the first time she walked in on me during my… festivities,” she said in a sultry voice.

Mary felt her whole body grow red hot, as she tapped into mana in the air.

KRA-BOOOM

Apple Bloom was several feet outside the door as she heard a loud crack sound, and a low thump.  She rolled her eyes, “Sis, you been hanging out with Twilight WAY too much.”

Outside of the house Plottie had finally gathered what she needed, “Ok several yards of rope, three gallons of freshly gathered milk, two cakes, nine and a half strips of bacon, a dead weasel, a trebuchet and last but not least, cabbage.  Everything is set for gathering Applejack.”

Mary teleported outside, her face still flush, her horn was glowing as a tiny Applejack floated midair, unconscious.

“Mary, how did it go?  Did you convince Big Mac to come with?” Mary said nothing as she willed the helpless farm pony into cage.

“Plottie, let’s go home,” she said in a tone of voice that Plottie couldn’t pick up upon.

Plottie deadpanned, “What am I supposed to do with all this stuff?”

Mary looked at the large amount of supplies that she had gathered in such a short amount of time, “How in the pony world did you get a trebuchet?”

“Internet,” Plottie said innocently.

“You know, Plottie, I just thought of something.  I could have just teleported all of them to my house from the very beginning.

Plottie face hoofed.

Mary’s horn glowed as the entire group teleported away in a black aura.

- - -

The room was dark, blacker than pitch, as Rainbow Dash eyes fluttered open. Her body was stuck as she tried to move, the only muscle she could move was her neck.

Where am I?

“Ah, you’re finally awake Dash. Good we can begin soon.”

It took but half a second for her to piece together the voice in the darkness, “Mary! What have you done with me and my friends?”

Mary stepped out from the darkness, a long chef’s knife floated in the air around her.

“Oh you will find out in a minute Dashy, just you wait.  Right now though, I’m going to give you just what you deserve.”

“Please don’t kill me and turn me into a tasty treat!” Rainbow Dash shouted.

Mary blinked, “What are you talking about Dashy?”

At that moment, the lights overhead flickered on.  It took a second for her eyes to adjust to the sudden shift in lighting. Around the room all of her friends, each was encased in crystals save for their heads.

"Oh, yay, the power is back on," Mary squealed.

Way at the end was Pinkie Pie, “Yes, Dashy what ARE you talking about.  What kind of pony would be so mean to turn other ponies into tasty treats?”

Mary willed the knife down, right into a large pink cake. “I hope you like cherry Dashy.”

“Wait, what’s going on here, why did you kidnap us all?”

Mary’s horned glowed as several party hats came alive and strapped themselves to everypony. “I was thinking since all of you didn’t show up to my birthday party, I thought I might as well throw a little movie night for us.”

“Darling this is all well and good, but you can’t force other ponies to like you.” Rarity chimed in.

Mary sighed, “I know, but thanks to Plottie I now understand why none of you like me very much.  It’s because you hardly know me.  It kind of like I just showed up magically without any background story.  So that is why I brought you all here tonight.”

“What are you going to do to us?” Twilight questioned.

Mary sat in the middle of her six friends, as a DVD floated in the air and inserted itself into the DVD player.  On screen was a unicorn sitting in an odd position with her hind legs complete spread apart, exposing herself for the world to see.

“The best way for you all to get to know me, is to watch my life story, a two hundred and ninety five hour movie marathon from birth to my high school graduation.” Next Chapter: [Non Canon] Derpy's Wedding Estimated time remaining: 5 Hours, 54 Minutes