And now for something completely different...in this case being more from but not only a picture, but this time, also a story he wrote to go with it, as part of a commission I made of him back in the day. I don't think he writes anymore, but still, it was a fun story, as we find his BraveHeart, Joked into being a mare, having a meal before going to see Zecora for the cure, unaware of an also Joked Big Mac, having a much squishier time.

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Big Mac let out an exhausted sigh, pulling himself over the edge of a massive cliff he'd been climbing.
He looked forward at what lies ahead, a short walk to a massive opening in the wall, inside he could see the interior of Braveheart's home. The house's immense size was due to Big Mac's decreased size due to those Poison Joke flowers he accidentally walked in during his trip to Zecora's. He came here because he heard that the resident, Braveheart, a dark coated stallion with brown eyes and a red mane was recently Joked as well. He's heard that he seems to turn into a mare while he's under the effect.

He jumped up onto the frame of the window, peering into the interior, he could see that he was at the kitchen window. An Oak table sits at the middle of the room with a pair of saddlebags on it, a refrigerator along the wall, and below him a marble countertop. Also below him was a jar of Peanut butter and a plate, as well as an active toaster, meaning that they are home. He couldn't see Braveheart, perhaps they were in a different room?

"Hrrraahh!!!" a long, exasperated sigh came from the left entrance to the kitchen, Big Mac quickly turning his attention to it. A dark coated Pony came into veiw, a bright red mane covering one of their brown eyes. The info he received wasn't wrong and that wasn't all, this stallion Braveheart, was clearly a mare right now.
"This is getting ridiculous, how many times do I have to deal with this humiliation?" Her voice was deep and soothing, Big Mac thought, as he watched her walk up to the table, rummaging through her bags.
"Okay, that should be enough for the bath, gotta get this over with and get on with my day."

Big Mac couldn't believe that this mare was a stallion, in fact, he wondered just how much the Poison Joke turned him. Just their appearance and voice, or maybe, even "that" part too? Braveheart's rear was facing towards Big Mac, but he couldn't see anything. He tried walking a bit more to the right and leaned forward, over the edge, more and more. Just as he caught a glimpse, a loud ding popped in his ears, causing him to jump. Looking down at the source, he could see that their toaster was finished, a pair of crunchy brown slices ready to be consumed. More importantly, he could see that in his surprised state, he had leaped off the window still. Hooves flailing as he fell straight down, right into that jar of Peanut butter.

He expected the worst, but as he landed, he seemed to sink down into the paste. He opened his eyes, his decreased size must have made him light enough to survive such a fall, this soft blend of nuts must've helped as well. He was safe, but quickly realizing, he was also stuck. He was about halfway into the composite and he didn't seem to be able to move. It was then he heard loud hoof-falls growing nearer.
"Alright, I'll have something to eat and be on my way."
The gigantic mare (compared to him) was right outside this jar of butter, and with everything he's seen so far, he knew what was coming next.

A large object glided over the opening of the jar, descending down and sinking into the mixture next to him. Big Mac could see it was a butter knife of sorts, but red and slightly transparent. Like a unicorn's magic, but it didn't seem to glow. These questions became irrelevant as Big Mac felt himself being pulled up with the rest of the paste along the knife. As soon as he could see Braveheart from the edge of the jar, he tried to get their attention. Only to get whiplash as Braveheart immediately slapped the glob unto their toast, spreading it around. Big Mac felt a tremendous weight on his back, followed by a few more pounds slapping on due to the other piece of toast put on top. He tried to look around his environment for a means to escape this predicament he was in.

When suddenly, a large red object slided right passed him, parting the sandwich and allowing him to see. He felt the peanut butter loosened, beginning to melt. He was about to make his getaway when suddenly he was lifted up from the ground, his only means of safety now out of reach. He turned to see Braveheart's face, their mouth specifically. As she slowly opens it, "Haaahh" her tongue lolled out like a slimy carpet. Strands of saliva sticking to the roof of her gaping cave. Big Mac could've tried yelling, jumping down to the table, anything, but he was paralyzed. Looking forward helplessly as soon her teeth closed around him, tearing into the gardens bread like it was nothing.

Big Mac finally came back to his senses and attempted to crawl out of the sandwich, only for Braveheart's massive tongue to envelope him along with it. Their tongue squeezed and squished him, swishing him and the meal around their mouth. The bread and butter melting to their saliva, as well as seeping into his coat. He tried to scream, only to get a mouthful of butter, bread and saliva. For a moment the movement stopped, Big Mac taking a breather from the assault. Only to feel the whole mouth seem to tilt upwards, Big Mac beginning to slide towards the back of their throat. In a panic he tried to grab onto the uvula hanging above the pit that was her esophagus. But his hooves, covered in slime, slipped right off and with a load "GULP!" he slid down into their depths.

As they felt the first bit of their sandwich deposit into their stomach, Braveheart grabbed the other half of their sandwich, doing much the same. With their meal done, Braveheart picked up their bags and began walking to the Spa.
"Hopefully there's no Pony up this early till I get there."


The End.