Big Mac's Birthday Bash

The birthday boy was lying on his back in a big pile of hay. His large penis was unsheathed, but only partially erect, as the mob of young mares closed in with hungry looks in their eyes. This was going to be fun!

Introductions and foreplay had been minimal. They all knew what they were there for. Big Mac had certainly appreciated the sight of six gorgeous fillies wrapped up just for him, and he stood for a few moments just inside the door admiring his pile of pony presents. His sister had led off the procession where, one-by-one, the mares had approached the stallion and let him pluck off their bows while they rubbed flanks or flashed tails or performed other suggestive moves. As a nice touch, somepony had put on some soft, sexy music in the background.

Applejack took the reins of the situation. “For starters, it’s hooves only,” she instructed.

Within seconds, Big Mac found himself covered with warm, sweet-smelling fillies. Their perfumes were pleasant, but they couldn’t mask the pervasive smell of sex and desire that was emanating from the group. Ten delicate hooves began stroking his shaft, and it was rock-hard almost immediately. A.J. hadn’t exaggerated about its size in the slightest. His sister took a place near his tail, and skillfully massaged his balls.

His towering cock was breathtaking. A pony would think that there wasn’t space for five pairs of hooves on just one dick, but there was—with room to spare. Applejack grinned as she couldn’t help but be reminded of the way a baseball team chose sides, with all hands working up the bat. Her friends were certainly working over her brother pretty well.

A jar of petroleum jelly had made its way around, and a dozen slippery hooves teased and kneaded Big Mac’s shiny pillar until it pulsed and bobbed. It took the five fillies a few minutes, but they eventually started working as a unit, all rubbing up and down his shaft in unison. One massive, group-effort hoofjob.

Big Mac was making his pleasure known, giving off grunts and snorts with almost every breath. His sister watched for his tell-tale sign that he was about to ejaculate. She was surprised, what with Zecora’s magic elixir coursing through his body, that he had even held out for more than a minute or two.

There it was. He bit his lower lip. Applejack removed her hat and tossed it to the side.

“Get ready, girls. It’s gonna rain, and the forecast is for warm and sticky.”

With Big Mac in his semi-reclined position, his giant dick was pointed almost directly straight up. He huffed a few times and arched his back, unleashing a deluge of stallion seed several feet into the air. For a few seconds, it appeared that he had become a miniature geyser, as shot after gooey shot of was squeezed off. Applejack tried her best to steer the salvos and ensure that none of her friends stayed dry.

Big Mac exhaled loudly and collapsed back into the hay. He let out a long, satisfied sputter.

During the brief pause, the six fillies looked around at each other:

Fluttershy, it seemed, had taken the barrage head on—her long, pink mane was covered in big globs of cum. She was flushed pink, but didn’t seem to mind.

Twilight was testing its consistency by rubbing it between her hooves. She wiped a morsel from her flank and licked her hoof. She enthused over the taste.

Rainbow had actually taken to the air during the downpour and tried to catch it on her tongue like raindrops. She flapped back down to the ground licking her muzzle and smacking her lips.

Rarity probably could have magically removed the semen from her coat, but was rubbing it in, instead—like it was some kind of exotic body lotion or something.

Pinkie Pie was giggling hysterically and rolling around on the ground. When she finally got up again, her coat was matted with bits of dirt and hay.

Applejack rubbed her nose, removing a strand of cum that was hanging there. Playfully, she smacked her brother on his flank.

“OK. Quit your dallying,” she chided her brother. “There’s six feverish fillies here, and you’ve got the magic pill.”

Big Mac sat up and grinned. He better be smiling. After all that was probably the hoofjob of a lifetime! He looked down at his cock. It was pretty much ready to go, but it was covered with semen.

“It’s all sticky,” he pouted as he looked directly at his sister.

Applejack knew what he wanted. She sighed and went over to her brother. In one jaw-dropping, throat-jamming motion she swallowed his entire cock, right down to the hilt. She made wet slurping noises as she slowly released his shaft, inch by wet inch. With a pop, she spit out the tip, and swallowed. Big Mac’s magnificent member was once again rock-hard and clean as a whistle.

The other ponies looked on in amazement. All five mouths stood agape.

“Yah dah,” babbled Rarity, “how did y…” Words failed her.

“Awe-some,” squealed Rainbow, in a hushed reverence.

“Ooooh, she’s good,” purred Pinkie Pie, to nopony in particular.