Big Mac's Birthday Bash

The annual Spring Fling was winding down. Many of the cities and settlements across Equestria celebrated the season of rejuvenation and fertility with some kind of event, and Ponyville was no exception. Pinkie Pie had outdone herself as party planner this year, and it seemed that the whole town had come out to enjoy the festivities. Copious amounts of food and drink had been prepared and consumed, while traditional dances had taken place around the large wooden pole that had been erected near the town hall. Both the building and the maypole were richly decorated with streamers and flowers.

DJ-Pon3 was still playing music, but she had long ago moved away from the frenetic beats of dubstep and techno, and had settled into a playlist full of ambient and trance. She had even turned down the volume a notch, although she never would have admitted it. A few diehard ponies still stomped and sweated on the dancefloor. It was well after midnight.

Most of the tables that had been brought in for the event were now vacant and covered in paper plates and plastic cups. One diligent pony was walking around with a trash bag. A small lamp had been placed in the center of each table, but only a few remained lit.

But one table near the back still had six occupants, and its firefly lamp burned brightly.

Twilight Sparkle stifled a yawn, and tried to appear interested in Rainbow Dash’s story, even though she had already heard it half-a-dozen times. It included a detailed description of the pegasus’ new aerial trick, and the number of loopity-loops had steadily increased from three to eight. She was banking on ten, this time around.

“So then I came in hot, right under the cloud, and bank left,” gestured Rainbow. She acted out the maneuver from the waist up. “Then I did ten loopity-loops before safely landing on the runway.”

Twilight snickered. Nailed it.

“What’s so funny, Miss Magic Wings?” demanded Rainbow. She never missed an opportunity to needle Twilight about her recently-acquired alicorn wings, and the fact that she was still pretty shaky on them.

“Oh, nothing. It’s just cute to watch you pantomime the loops,” Twilight lied.

“Hmmph,” grumped Rainbow, obviously annoyed that her big finish had been undermined.

“Well, I think that story was great!” beamed Pinkie Pie.

“Yes, darling, your trick sounds simply wonderful,” chimed in Rarity.

“And the best part is that I don’t even need to give you a jump-launch,” exclaimed Applejack.

Heads slowly turned to look at Fluttershy.

“Oh, um,” she stammered, having been caught off guard. “Yay!” It was barely loud enough to be heard over the music.

Everypony giggled. Fluttershy still needed to work on that whole enthusiasm thing. The conversation waned as a relaxed mood set in over the group. Rarity pawed at the food left on her plate. Applejack removed her cowgirl hat and ran a hoof through her mane. Twilight thought about going to check on Spike; she had put the little dragon to bed hours ago.

Pinkie Pie drained the last of her cider from her glass, slurping the last dregs noisily through a curly, red straw.

“Well, girls. It’s too bad,” she said between sips, “that none of us got laid tonight.”

Leave it to Pinkie Pie.

Most of the mares gasped and gave shocked looks. Rainbow Dash grinned. Fluttershy blushed and hid behind her bangs.

“Pinkamina Diane Pie,” scolded Rarity, “a lady does not just blurt out things like that.”

Pinkie rolled her eyes. “Oh, relax Rares. There’s nopony here but us.”

“Even so,” replied Rarity.

“But I am beginning to regret that I ever told you my full name,” added Pinkie, throwing a menacing glare Rarity’s way, who pretended not to notice it.

“Well, I don’t know about you girls,” continued Pinkie, “but I get really hot to trot this time of year. I mean, they don’t call it mating season for nothing.”

She went around the table searching her friends’ faces one at a time. Wordlessly, she made it clear that she expected a reply from everyone:

Rainbow stretched and acted like it was no big deal. “Yeah, I’m pretty horny right now. I guess I should probably go find a certain Wonderbolt.” Everypony knew that she and Soarin saw each other occasionally, and that sex was usually involved.

Fluttershy let out a tiny squeak, but eventually nodded her head a little.

Rarity sighed. “I suppose that it wouldn’t be too uncouth to admit that I would certainly like to have a gentleman caller, but who has the time for a relationship? I’m up to my horn in dress orders at the boutique.”

Twilight cleared her throat. “Oh, I mean, I’ve just been so busy lately what with this whole new princess thing.” It looked like she was checking off a list in her head. “Celestia has me doing stuff all over Equestria, and I still have to keep the library here in Ponyville tidy and organized. Who has time to look for a boyfriend?”

Applejack plopped her hat back on her head and snorted. “Well, shoot. Of course I could use a good bucking, but my brother and I have been working our tails off over the past few weeks planting new saplings. And, no, there Little Miss Nosy,” she had caught the look that Pinkie Pie was giving her, “Big Mac and I haven’t slept with each other in months.”

Applejack had shared that secret with her friends years ago. It was old news. Juicy, interesting, and sexy news, but nothing new. Like they say: If you can’t keep it in your sheath, keep it in the family.

“Oooh,” exclaimed Pinkie Pie, “I should come help you on the farm someday, A.J. You’ve often said that your brother lives up to his name in every way possible. I could sure use me some of that stallion right now.”

Pinkie Pie looked around the table at her friends. It was pretty clear that their interest was piqued.

“So,” teased Rainbow Dash, “Just how big is he? Ten inches? Twelve?”

Applejack grinned slyly and shook her head.

“Fourteen?” quietly inquired a lock of long, pink hair. Fluttershy had to brush her bangs aside to see the reply.

Applejack was still shaking her head, and the smile was now ear-to-ear.

“Sixteen?!” said all five wide-eyed mares in unison.

“Eeyup,” confirmed Applejack in a deep Big Mac-like voice. She laughed to herself as she counted four sets of gaping jaws—Rarity was biting her hoof—and three pairs of flared wings.

The trash-collecting pony had made it to their table, and he gestured to the empty cups and plates, silently asking if he could clear them. Everypony else seemed lost in their thoughts, so Applejack nodded in approval. He quickly scooped the items into the bag, and gave the group an odd look as he departed. The six ponies hadn’t exchanged a single word in over a minute.

“Come to think of it,” exclaimed Applejack, rousing her friends out of their revelry, “Big Mac’s birthday is in two days. I should get him a present.”

“He could sure give me a big present,” said Pinkie Pie dreamily.

“Yeah, I’d love to unwrap his package,” added Rainbow Dash, rubbing her hooves together in anticipation.

Several ponies exchanged furtive glances, forming the same, unspoken plan. All eyes turned to Applejack. It took her a second.

“Whoa, there, Nellie,” said Applejack, holding up her front hooves. “You’re not all suggesting that my brother has sex with all five of you?” she tried her best to look incredulous. “Are you?”

“All six of us,” corrected Twilight, putting her hoof in the center of the table.

“At the same time?” ventured Rarity. It was meant to be a question, but ended up being quite the opposite.

“For his birthday,” nodded Fluttershy, who grabbed Rarity’s hoof with her own, and placed them in the middle, too.

“This is gonna be awesome!” added Rainbow Dash, her hoof making it four.

“Best. Present. Ever!” shouted Pinkie Pie. Five.

Applejack sighed and looked at her friends with their hooves together, all waiting for her. She didn’t see any way to de-rail this runaway train, and there wasn’t any sense in getting run over when she could just as easily jump on board and enjoy the ride. Besides, she was certain that Big Mac would relish the opportunity to bang his sister, and all of her friends to boot. Six-on-one action? He’d fucking love it.

And, she had to admit, it had been way too long since she had felt her brother’s huge cock sliding in and out of her ass. It was about time to remedy that.

Besides, who could leave her horny friends hanging like they were?

“All righty,” conceded Applejack. “Y’all want a Big Mac gang bang? You got it. But don’t come crying to me when you can’t even canter straight. He’ll put a hitch in your giddy-up for two days.” She added her hoof to the group as a surprisingly loud cheer went up.

Most of the remaining ponies at the festival looked over at the raucous table, trying to locate the source of sudden exuberance. Not one to be upstaged, DJ-Pon3 scowled slightly, and nudged a few of her knobs higher.