The fillies had positioned themselves in a semi-circle, with their tails facing Big Mac. Looking left to right, the stallion admired some of the choicest, firmest, and roundest horsey hindquarters he had ever seen. Six sexy tails flicked in anticipation. Pink, orange, yellow, white, blue, and purple butts right in his face. He wasn’t sure if they had arranged themselves in color order on purpose or not, but then again he didn’t really care at the moment.

The stallion put his nose right in the middle and inhaled deeply. The smell of sex was so pungent, he could almost taste the marinating marehoods. It wasn’t often you got the chance to savor that much rampaging filly pheromone in a single sniff.

As the birthday boy surveyed his rump rainbow, he considered the best plan of attack. He shrugged and just went with good old left to right. He figured he’d start a bit with his tongue to make sure that the girls were sufficiently slippery before starting in with the rutting:

Pinkie Pie waggled her butt and laughed with a snort as he approached. She smelled faintly of cake frosting. Her marehood was pink and slick, and he nuzzled it gently. When he licked her clit, she giggled and sighed.

Applejack was all set to go. He knew his sister intimately and delivered a few of her favorite moves with his tongue, polished from lots of practice. They had been having sex ever since they were little; she simply tasted and smelled like home.

Fluttershy flinched ever so slightly at his first touch, but quickly relaxed. He kissed her haunches and used his tongue to play with her sex. The hair on her inner thighs was amazingly soft; it felt like a dandelion on his nose. She was incredibly wet, and her haunches were radiating an incredible amount of heat.

Rarity was an enigma. He had always thought her to be very sophisticated and lady-like, and now here she was with her rump in the air practically begging to be banged. She swooned—perhaps a bit over-dramatically—as he buried his tongue in her juicy marehood. He gently bucked into her crotch with his nose a couple of times for good measure.

Rainbow Dash was poised like she was at the starting line of a big race, and she flapped her wings a few times to show that she was on her mark, and set. Big Mac delicately used his large tongue to play with her clitoris, while he reached up with one of his front hooves and stroked her side, right at the base of her wing. He had recently read a book on anatomy, and knew that many pegasus mares had an erotic spot right there.

Twilight Sparkle—a princess, for pony sake—was waiting patiently at the end. At least she had decided to leave the crown at home. He hoped he could perform his duties to her liking. He began with some flank caressing and tail nuzzling, which she seemed to enjoy. A few, quick licks of her marehood revealed that she was ready, too.

“Big Mac, if you don’t start throwing some of that dick around soon,” informed Applejack, “you’re gonna have a riot on your hooves!”

His sister’s spurring on was met with impatient stamps and snorts of agreement.

It seemed that the stallion enjoyed being in such high demand, and he took his time making his way back to the start of the rutting line. It was then that Big Mac remembered something and bonked his forehead lightly. How could he forget?! He quickly went over to his saddlebags that he had stashed earlier in the day, and pulled out a rubber ring. All the mares watched in anticipation as he grabbed his huge dick and slid the device down the shaft to the base.

With the cock ring in place, Big Mac teased his shaft and head with his hooves, and squeezed with his core muscles. Blood flowed one-way into his already huge erection, resulting an even thicker, angrier-looking penis than before. Large veins pulsed along the sides of the shaft. He surveyed the fillies’ faces and saw—more or less—equal parts desire and apprehension.

He positioned himself behind Pinkie Pie, and thumped her rump a few times with the head of his cock to make sure it was fully engorged. Then he slid it into her waiting marehood about halfway and gave a few delicious thrusts. It pushed her open wide, and she stretched her legs apart a little more to accommodate. He didn’t think it would be fair to start with the whole sixteen inches, so he used his one hoof on his shaft like a depth stop on a drill press.

He also didn’t want to keep any of the fillies waiting for too long, so he quickly moved his way down the line, giving each of them a dozen or so introductory thrusts. They were all sopping wet and ready, and his shallow rutting was met with various sounds of enjoyment—moans and sighs and ahhs.

Author's Note

"Big Mac's Wild Ride" was the working title of this clopfic.