Big Mac's Birthday Bash

The preliminaries were well over and all of the safety nets had been removed. Everypony was moaning loudly and huffing rapidly and jostling for position. As soon as the young stallion began humping one horny filly, there would be five hungry haunches shoved in his face. A barrage of beautiful butts waiting to be banged. A tsunami of tantalizing tail-flicks.

Big Mac may have had his hooves full, but he was in pony, porny heaven. He was all-out bucking the six young mares, giving them massive, hard thrusts of his entire cock, all the way to the hilt, and it certainly seemed like they were enjoying every bit of it:

Pinkie Pie’s everyday enthusiasm seemed to be tripled during sex, and she was practically bouncing with desire and excitement. Big Mac loved watching her sleek haunch muscles work as they rhythmically squeezed his cock again and again. She seemed so primed for release that he wondered if he could get her to go off like her party cannon.

Applejack’s juicy marehood was a special treat, and he delighted in giving his little sister all he had. Not that they didn’t have sexual relations often, it was just that they usually engaged in oral or anal sex. They had mutually decided that they liked it just as well, and there wasn’t any possibility of pregnancy that way. From the sounds she was making, Applejack was enjoying the sweet pounding that her brother was giving her.

Fluttershy’s demeanor was surprisingly vocal and voracious. Her sharp cries rang from the rafters of the barn, and she stamped her hooves impatiently.

“Hah. Hahh! Buck me harder. Harder!” she demanded.

The stallion was relentlessly giving her all sixteen inches, and yet her core muscles kept pulling him inward, sucking him deeper if that was even possible. Sweet Celestia, who knew that the normally demure pegasus was an absolute monster in the sack?!

Rarity’s cheeks were flushed a bright pink, and her right flank was enflamed to match. Big Mac slapped her rump there—hard—with every thrust, and he made sure to jam his cock in, up to the hilt every time. She had made it clear that she liked it extra rough, and her front hooves were firmly dug into the dirt. Even so, she kept being driven forward, and the stallion had to take the occasional step to remain right behind her.

Rainbow Dash’s whole backside was wet with her own juices, and Big Mac’s testicles slapped off her inner thighs lewdly, as he slammed into her over and over again. Her front hooves pawed at the ground, and she flapped her erect wings for stability. She panted encouragement to the big stallion through gritted teeth and closed eyes.

Twilight Sparkle’s horn flared with magic, as she looked back at Big Mac with a devious grin. He felt some unseen hoof playing—rather masterfully—with his balls, and he had to concentrate extra hard not to lose it right there. He had quickly overcome his initial intimidation at rutting with a princess, aided significantly by her sexual aggressiveness.

The birthday boy had fucked each filly a few times and was getting close to his first—of hopefully many—orgasms. He had never before been in the enviable position of having to decide who would get the initial load of cum:

Should it be a creampie facial for Pinkie Pie,

Or should his sister get to lick the batter?

Would Fluttershy demand the fruits from his jewels,

Or let Rarity wear the warm pearl necklace?

Maybe he should give a sticky wing to Rainbow Dash.

Perhaps the princess would wear a magic crown after all.

Oh, decisions, decisions.