Big Mac's Birthday Bash

Everything was set. Once the plan had been settled on, things had come together with surprising ease. Applejack had done some quick thinking and got her little sister and Granny Smith invited to stay with the Seed family for a long weekend in Manehattan. Apple Bloom had been so excited to hear she was going to visit her favorite cousin, Babs, that the little pony had barely been able to contain herself.

Needless to say, Big Mac required very little convincing. A dopey grin had been plastered on his face ever since A.J. had informed him of his upcoming birthday festivities.

On the day of the big event, Rarity had treated all of her friends to the deluxe package at the day spa, and everypony looked and felt their absolute best. They had gathered on the farm in the Party Barn, so to speak, and there were six perfectly-coiffed manes and neatly-trimmed tails to be seen. Clean coats had been brushed to soft perfection, and hooves had been polished to a smooth shine. Even Rainbow had given in to all the pony primping.

The girls were chattering excitedly, gathered around a makeshift vanity table that Twilight had set up. They were all attending to last-minute beauty details, and applying mists of sweet-smelling fragrances. The fillies’ spirits—as well as estrogen levels—were sky high.

Applejack had separated herself from the group momentarily, but she had returned with a small package. She waited for the chatter to die down, but had to resort to clearing her throat several times in order to get noticed.

Finally, she had the floor.

She lifted the lid of the box, and her friends leaned in to see its contents. Six, tiny clay jars with cork stoppers sat nestled in a bed of straw. With tentative glances, each pony took one and examined it.

“These, ladies,” began Applejack, “are one of Zecora’s best-kept secret potions. If you think you’re hot and horny now, wait until these babies kick in.”

She noticed a few worried looks on her friends’ faces.

“And don’t y’all fret,” she reassured, “they won’t make you lose your mind or do anything crazy. They’ll just make everything feel better. Heaps better. Trust me, they’re completely safe.”

She uncorked her potion and raised it up, waiting for the others to join in her toast. One by one, each mare added their bottle to the center.

“Bottoms up!” instructed Applejack.

The six friends downed their drinks in one, simultaneous gulp.

A.J. wiped her muzzle and then threw the bottle against a far wall of the barn. It shattered with a satisfying crunch.

“Yee-haw. Let’s get this rodeo started!” she beamed.

“Wait!” shouted Pinkie Pie. “We’re supposed to be presents for Big Mac, right? Well, what would presents be without,” she paused for dramatic effect, “BOWS!”

In the blink of an eye, she reached into her mane for a box and opened it. It exploded with a tiny fanfare in a shower of confetti and streamers. Always the party pony. She reached in and removed six large bows of satin.

Rarity chuckled and grabbed her white bow. “Well, at least you color-coordinated the accessories, darling,” she remarked, tying the white ribbon on her left flank, near her cutie-mark diamonds.

The next few minutes passed with light-hearted banter and lots of giggling, as the girls decided on where to place their bows and how to arrange themselves in an inviting tableau for the birthday boy.

Rainbow Dash could barely hold still.

“That potion of Zecora’s is really starting to work. If you don’t get that brother of yours in here right now,” Dash said to Applejack with flap of her taut wings, “I’m gonna mount Fluttershy!”

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” blushed Fluttershy with a coy smile, but nopony heard her over the boisterous reaction to Dash’s joke.

“Yeah, I told y’all,” remarked Applejack. “That zebra really knows her stuff. She made a special brew for Big Mac, too, but he had to drink his yesterday.”

“Why is that?” inquired Twilight.

“Well, apparently a stallion needs a little time to gear up for a task like this. I guess if you’re gonna sow a large field, then you gotta have lots of extra seed, so to speak. Not to mention some pretty serious stamina. Big Mac’s been napping all day, bless his heart.”

Applejack went to the barn door and let out a shrill whistle. The sun was just setting behind the rows of apple trees, but the evening was proving to be surprisingly warm for mid-spring. She could just make out the new fields of saplings that had been recently planted. It’d be a few years until they bore fruit.

She scanned the horizon and called toward the farmhouse again. Now where was that big brother of hers? Get that gigantic cock of yours in here. If he didn’t show soon, she was afraid the party might start without him, and there was no way that Applejack wanted her brother to miss out on his six-way filly fuckfest.

She was just about to whistle a third time, when Big Mac came trotting toward the barn. He looked sharp and styled. He must have taken a few extra minutes brushing his coat and mane.

“Ok, y’all. Places!” called Applejack as she raced over to join her friends.