Big Mac walks through the apple trees of the Apple family, after a long day of work. The sun was going down so it would soon be dark. Although that was not something that mattered to the big cement man, since he knew the acres of the farm very well.


*Crack.* The sound of something breaking caught Big Mac's attention, he found himself facing an unknown figure. At first the stallion thought it was an intruder but when he saw that Big Mac was not moving he decided to approach, prepared to defend himself if necessary.


But the tension faded and instead the big pony was confused by what he found. The figure turned out to be a scarecrow that he had never seen before. It didn't even make sense for there to be a scarecrow on his farm, fruit bats don't fear scarecrows. "Nope."


Thinking that someone might have left the scarecrow there Big Mac turned to see if he could find anyone nearby… meaning his back was turned to the scarecrow.


The scarecrow’s pumpkin head raised slightly, looking down at the farm pony in his blue overalls and red plaid shirt. Very different from the old, battered clothes he was built out of so long ago. “Nice outfit.”


“Thanks.” Big Mac replied shortly. A few seconds later the stallion realized that no one should have said that to him. Big Mac turned in time to see the scarecrow climb down from the wooden cross he had been resting on.


The pumpkin’s eyes and toothy grin lit up with a sinister red glow as the scarecrow in a demonic voice said. “WOULD YOU MIND IF WE TRADE!?”


“Nooo!” Big Mac’s voice had never reached such a high pitch before.


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The scarecrow buttons up the last few buttons of his new shirt covering his straw and wood body. Though the cold isn't something that will really matter to the supernatural entity. The scarecrow then takes his new hat with a smile. “Thanks, mate, I needed a change. Hehehehe.” The scarecrow scoffs and turns to look at his victim.


Big Mac had been stripped down to just his light green underoos with apple patterns on them. Though he might have preferred to stay completely naked as the scarecrow used the underwear as a rope. Big Mac had his ass on fire as he was forced to remain on the wooden cross. The scarecrow gave him a wedgie of such dimensions that Big Mac's underoos became a rope long enough to tie his limbs together!


Big Mac could do nothing but sob with the pain in his ass and crotch as the scarecrow walked away, disappearing into the night.


After being demure the next day Big Mac vowed never to work that late again, for fear of coming across a scarecrow again.