"Step right up! Test your strength! See whose cock reigns supreme!"

The voice came from a beside a narrow tower with a large bell at the top.

"Aw yeah, let's do it!" Applejack grabbed Pinkie's arm and pointed at the contraption. "I still got some time before I gotta be over at the cider booth. "You wanna see how strong your cock really is?"

"Sure!" Pinkie bounced along next to Applejack. "Mrs. Cake doesn't need my help yet anyway."

"I should just be glad that Dash is off obsessin' over that bottle thing. Last year we wasted like an hour fightin' over who made tougher junk."

"Really?" Pinkie tilted her head. "But yours is so much bigger than hers!"

"My cock is, sure." She reached down and waggled it. "Though that ain't sayin' very much. Her nuts, though..." She rolled her eyes. "Her sack is like the size of my head. I tried to explain that it was about who's dick was better, but she wasn't havin' it. Kept tryin' ta tell me that her nuts made up for her lack of a real dick." She snorted. "As if that overgrown clit could beat this big ol' sausage!" She held her dick up by the foreskin.

"You here to test the might of your cock?" asked the operator. She was about as slightly built as a girl could be, but her cock was anything but. She looked like a corn stalk with one really enormous cob of corn sticking out.

"You know it!" Applejack said. "And this year I don't have Rainbow Dash followin' me around tryin' ta one-up me with that huge ballsack of hers."

"Yup, I remember that from last year," said the operator with a giggle. "I'm pretty sure I made more offa you two then everybody else combined!"

"Well, don't count on it this year," Applejack tossed her a bit. "I'm just gonna ring the bell and then get to some other stuff."

The operator winked. "I dunno. We've tightened it up a bit since last year. Anyway, just whack your cock on this here pad and see how high you can make the thingy go up. If you ring the bell you get a prize!"

"You'd better get one ready,"Applejack said. "Here goes!" She stood right in front of the high striker, bowlegged so that she was just about straddling the target. She cradled her junk in her hands, ready to strike. "Hiyah!" She crouched quickly, flapping her cock down with a slap. The weight on the other side of the lever shot upwards, towards the bell at the top of the game. "C'mon! Ring that bell!" Applejack shouted as the weight's ascent began to slow. Her face fell as the thing came to a slow stop just an inch shy of the bell before falling.

"Awwww, too bad!" Pinkie slung an arm around Applejack's shoulders, groping one of her boobs in the process. "Don't worry, you'll get it next time!"

"Oh, I sure will," Applejack grumbled. "She wasn't lyin'. They really did tighten the thing up since last year." She rubbed her cock as she eyed the machine, wondering if she should take another shot. "That was a good hit, too."

The operator shrugged. "We gave away too many prizes last year. The only reason that we made a profit is because of you and Rainbow Dash. If it's any consolation, you got the best score of the night so far."

Applejack snorted. "That's nice and all, but I wanna be the first to ring that bell!" She held up another bit. "I ain't goin' anywhere till I do."

"Oooh Oooh! Can I try it?" All of Pinkie's parts bounced up and down.

Applejack shrugged. "Sure, go for it. It's harder than it looks, though."

"Okie dokie!" Pinkie sprang over to the game.

"Now, you're gonna want to line yourself up so you get a solid hit, and you gotta put your whole weight behind your dick when you—"

"WHOOOOO!" Pinkie flopped her dick awkwardly at the target.

Applejack shook her head. No finesse, at all. She hadn't even really aimed, more whipping her cock in the general direction. Rainbow Dash probably would've laughed at Pinkie's attempt. At least she didn't have to worry about Pinkie beating her to the—

DONG!

"I did it!" Pinkie hopped up and down in celebration, her dick flopping against her rotund belly.

Applejack stared in disbelief. For a moment she refused to believe that Pinkie had successfully rung the bell. Then she actually looked at it. Aside from the infinitely appropriate onomatopoeia that accompanied Pinkie's success, two large flags, each reading "DONG!" in gigantic red letters, had popped out from the sides of the bell.

"And here's your prize!"

Pinkie gleefully accepted the reward. "A new vibrator! Perfect. I had just worn my old one out!" She sniffed it. "And it smells like cotton candy!"

"Wait just a second!" Applejack said. "How in the hell did you do that? I've been honin' my skills at this thing for years! You'd never even done it before and you weren't even tryin'! It doesn't make a lick o' sense!"

Pinkie shrugged. "Well, my penis is a bit more girthy than yours."

"Yeah, but it ain't that much bigger! And you didn't even make a clean hit! You just kinda—" She flapped her hand limply in the air. "There's no way it shoulda been so easy! I musta loosen it up for ya."

"Hmph," Pinkie snorted and crossed her arms. "Maybe my dick is just stronger than yours!"

"Hah! That's crazy. I got way more experience than you do at this sorta thing. You really think that your dick is gonna be stronger than mine?"

Pinkie snorted again. "It could be. I beat you just now!"

"That's just a fluke," Applejack said. "Let's do that again and we'll see who's cock is the strongest!" She spun to face the operator. "Let's do this."

"Fine by me, but you gotta wait your turn." The operator nodded at the line of people that had suddenly materialized out of nowhere. "Alright, who's next?! Ring the bell and win a prize! See who's cock is the mightiest in Ponyville!"

Pinkie fell to her knees in despair. "Nooo! Not a line! That's boring!"

"Yeah, I don't feel like waitin' in line either," Applejack said. "Tell you what. Later tonight, they're gonna have the 'Mightiest Meatstick' competition. You go and sign up for that and we'll see who really wins when it comes to penis power!"

"You're on!" Pinkie squished her chest against Applejack's. Then she leaned back, stood on her tiptoes so her tits were level with Applejack's, and tried again, this time going boobs for boob against Applejack's chest.

"Fine!" Applejack said, pushing back. "See you then!"

Author's Note

You'd think that smacking your dick on anything hard enough to use one of those strength test machines would hurt. But I guess not.