A bell rang above the door as Big Mac entered Sugar & Spice. It shouldn't really be a shock to anyone that he didn’t have much experience of shopping in a fancy underwear store. And it certainly was fancy. It seemed to take a lot of cues from the Carousel Boutique but it favoured reds instead of blues. Plush-looking couches to the side looked both comfortable and expensive. The mannequins in the window not only were dressed in ornate underwear but also were surrounded with various props to help set the scene. Even care had been taken to dress up the fixtures. All of it practically yelled Canterlot chique and any other day Big Mac would probably have made a u-turn and walked right back out.

Still, he had come this far and he couldn't help but be a little bit curious about what they stocked. After a brief scan, he was able to find the stallion's section. While it was noticeably less than the section catering to mares it still felt like an unbelievable amount of variation. Though considering he usually bought his in a pack of five on sale, he probably wasn't the best judge.

Out of curiosity he took one off the shelf and inspected it. It looked like it would be inappropriate even in a strip club. Big Mac was this close to asking it if it wanted to be a jock strap when it grew up. Barely two minutes and he already felt out of his depth. He really hoped a sales clerk would get to him soon.

"Welcome to Sugar & Spice. How can I service you today?”

Big Mac turned and when he saw the clerk he realised he didn't need help that soon. The clerk was Sweetcream Scoops, a lime green unicorn mare and number nine on his Top Ten list of things he did not want put his dick in. Number ten of that list was a badger hole. Number eight was a live badger.

She did not feel the same way and seemed to make beding him her life's mission. Basically the only way Sweetcream could be any less subtle about her desire to get in Big Mac's pants would be if she turned up to Sweet Apple Acres butt naked with a bullseye painted on her crotch.

On a physical level Big Mac could admit she was attractive but that didn't mean he was interested. At all.

"I mean...how can I be of service?" she corrected herself.

"Actually. Ah'm just lookin’,” Big Mac said quickly. "Ah'll let you know if Ah need ya."

"Nonsense, at Sugar & Spice, we give full service," Sweetcream said with a wink. "And I'm personally committed to giving you a memorable experience."

Big Mac swallowed as Sweetcream noticed the underwear he was holding.

"I see you've already found something. Let's get you a changing room and see how it looks."

"Actually, I'll take over from here." At that moment, Caramel showed up. He was a light brown stallion and good friend of Big Mac.

"No need," Sweetcream replied. "I've got this."

"Actually I do need to," Caramel responded. "I was hired specifically to serve the male customers. There's no need to get possessive. We're not paid by commission."

"I was here first,” Sweetcream hissed.

Caramel could only roll his eyes at such a childish response.

"You know the rules, only clerks of the same gender can help customers in the fitting room."

"That's not a real rule,” she retorted.

"Oh really?" Caramel replied, feigning innocence. "I'll have to remember next time Dumbell is in and wanting your help to try on a speedo."

Sweetcream's eyes widened. The two stared each other down, and when she realised he wasn't bluffing, she returned to the counter in a huff.

BIg Mac mouthed "thank you" to which Caramel responded with a wink.

"Alright so what are you after? Business or pleasure?"

Not being sure how to answer that question in this particular context, Big Mac instead lifted up his hand to show the stud ring he was now sporting.

"Ah, I see,” Caramel replied. "I take it you heard about the discount."

"Eeyup."

"Well we can certainly help you get your 'work uniform' sorted. Though if you're going crown endorsed I'd suggest you keep the receipt and see if you can claim it as a business expense."

"Good to know," Big Mac replied.

Caramel led Big Mac over to the part of the wall where the underwear definitely seemed less scary.

"Alright, first thing we've got to do is improve your daily wear." He pulled an item off the wall and held it out to Big Mac. "I suggest going with trunks. They're a lot more comfortable than briefs and unlike boxers they're form fitting. So it's practical and it still covers you for when you get a mare wanting to make an 'impulse purchase'."

Big Mac took hold of the underpants and ran his thumb over the fabric. It felt pretty nice and would definitely leave him with at least a bit of dignity.

"Think I could get away with just wearing these instead of going full banana hammock?" he asked the clerk.

"Like I said, these are your day to day attire. We still need to find you something for 'special occasions'." Caramel gave Big Mac a reassuring pat on the back. "Come on, let's face the facts. You are a damn sexy beast and it's about time you start to dress like it. We'll start it off easy this time and as you get bolder we'll up the ante."

Big Mac paused--it was kinda funny. Having Hondo call him a sexy beast was traumatising; having Caramel, an open bisexual, call him a sexy beast was oddly flattering. "Fair enough."

Caramel went through the hanging garments and picked out several.

"This is a good place to start," he stated. "Let's get you in a changing room and see how it looks."

Big Mac raised an eyebrow. "Is that really necessary? Ah know mah size."

"This isn't Barnyard Bargains. My job is to make you look as sexy as possible," the clerk replied. "Admittedly my job is going to be a lot easier with you than with most of my clients but I'm still not letting you walk out with anything unless I'm sure it looks good on you."

Big Mac slouched his shoulders in defeat. He knew Caramel well enough to know he would not back down on this. "Fine."

"Don't worry," Caramel said with a wink. "I'll be gentle."

"Don't make this awkward," Big Mac warned. "Ah’ve already put one stallion through a wall today."

Caramel took a strategic step back from the farmer. "Duly noted."

A short time later the two were in one of the changing rooms. Big Mac was wearing a pair of trunks and inspecting himself in the mirror. Though not vain, he had to admit that they did make his butt look good.

"See?" Caramel asked, currently on his knees to closer inspect how the fabric sat on the farmer. "Comfort without sacrificing hotness."

"Eeyup."

"I still can't believe you're a stud now,” Caramel commented. "I mean only two weeks ago you made that bet with Berry Punch."

Big Mac paused as he recalled that incident.

Caramel and Big Mac were in the Punch Bowl, Ponyville's premier bar run and owned by Berry Punch, having a couple of drinks on a thursday night. They were waiting for Berry to bring the next round.

"Here you go, boys."

"Thanks," both stallions said.

"No worries." She then turned to Big Mac. "So when are you going to start taking up the family business?"

Big Mac glared at the bar-mare while Caramel looked perplexed.

"Family business? Isn't he already an apple farmer?" he asked.

"She's talkin’ about studdin’," Big Mac answered.

"Yup," Berry answered. "Every Apple stallion that has lived in this town has been a stud. So when are you taking on the legacy?"

"Never," Big Mac responded.

"An Apple going against tradition," Berry let out a chuckle. "That'll be the day."

"Wanna bet?"

"Sure, I bet you'll be wearing a stud ring by the end of the year."

"What're the stakes?" Big Mac asked.

"If you win, the next five rounds of the good stuff are on me." She developed a mischievous grin. "But if I win, you've got to do a full saturday night shift here in just a thong and half apron."

"Yer on."

"Crab apples,” Big Mac muttered.

He looked down and saw Caramel still on his knees, staring intently at Big Mac's crotch.

"Uh, buddy?" Big Mac said. "Remember what Ah said about not makin’ this awkward?"

"I think the cut looks good on this but the waistband is a bit high." He took hold of the waistband and pulled it down about half an inch. "Yes, that's much better."

"Hey Darling are you in there?” a voice called from outside the changing room. “Sorry to bother you but I wanted to check what you think we should do for dinner."

Big Mac recognised the voice as Sassaflash, a blue pegasus and Caramel's marefriend.

"Sweetie, do you mind?" Caramel called out. "I'm busy serving a customer."

“Yeah, I figured as much,” the pegasus replied. “I also figured from the pout on Sweetcream’s face that it’s Big Mac you got in there.”

“Eeyup,” Big Mac answered.

"Hey there, Red,” Sassaflash said. “Finally getting frisky with my coltfriend?”

The farmer rolled his eyes. “Nope.”

“Well shoot,” she said. “Here I thought Hearthwarming had come early. Want me to come in and give a female perspective?”

“We’re fine,” Big Mac answered.

“Oh come on, if you’re not going to fulfil my fantasy of you giving him a pounding at least let me see him strip you down.”

"Sweetie!" Caramel said firmly. "You were asking about dinner?"

"Oh right,” she replied, remembering why she was there in the first place. "It's my turn to make dinner and I just wanted to know if you wanted nut loaf."

"Nut loaf sounds great," Caramel said. "Now if you don't mind, I've got to get back to work."

"See you tonight,” she called out. “Take care, Red.”

A few moments of silence passed as they listened to her walk away. At last Caramel spoke.

"Sorry about that. She means well but she is a unclear about certain boundaries."

Big Mac shrugged. That whole interaction was pretty much on course for how his day had been going.

"I mean honestly. She says she wants this to be a committed monogamous relationship but she is so damn eager to watch me get it on with with another stallion."

Big Mac rolled his eyes. "And ya don't find the idea of her gettin’ freaky with another mare hot?"

"That depends," Caramel replied. "Can the other mare be Applejack?"

He then paled when he saw the look Big Mac was giving him.

"Please don't put me through a wall."

Big Mac finished his purchases and made his way over to the Punch Bowl. Berry was busy cutting lemon and lime wedges.

"Hey Big Mac,” she said cheerfully. "Sorry, the bar doesn't open for another twenty minutes but you're welcome to wait."

Instead of answering, the stallion lifted his right hand to show the stud ring he was now sporting.

"Oh," she said as she recognised what the ring mean. A second later she remembered the wager she had made. "Ooooooh."

"Does tomorrow night work for you?" Big Mac asked, determined to face his loss with dignity.

"That would be perfect,” Berry replied. "Schnapps needed the night off for family reasons and I'm down a bar pony. Be here ready to start at 6."

"See ya then."

After Big Mac left, she put down the knife as she started going over logistics in her head.

This was short notice but she could work with this. She would however need to get word out as soon as possible.

And there was only one mare for the job.

She pulled out a cupcake and placed it on the counter.

"Free cupcake to whoever wants it!" she called out.

Within two seconds, Pinkie Pie was at the counter, devouring the cupcake.

"Thanks," the baker said cheerfully.

"All good," Berry replied. "Now there's something you can do for me."

Big Mac's Log, Stud Date 02.
Today I embark on a potentially perilous mission. Though I am confident I have the skills to succeed in my objective, I will be exposed in what could be volatile territory. I do not know for certain what the outcome will be but for the sake of my pride I will press on.

That had been the entry he had left in his journal before he had left the farm to start his shift at the Punch Bowl. On further reflection he was wondering if he had been a touch overly dramatic. Sure, Saturdays were the busiest night of the week for the Punch Bowl, but it was never excessively crowded. And it wasn’t as if word could have travelled that quickly about his bet.

He stopped when he saw the line of mares waiting outside the Punch Bowl.

“Unless Berry used Pinkie to spread the word,” Big Mac muttered to himself.

Luckily Big Mac was able to slip in unnoticed through the side entrance. Once inside he found Berry Punch at the bar.

“Glad you made it on time,” she said cheerfully. “It looks like we’ll have a busy night tonight.”

“I wonder why,” Big Mac muttered.

“Here you are, you can change and leave your clothes in my office,” she said as she handed him a folded apron. “I trust you have the rest of your uniform sorted,” she added with a wink.

“Eeyup.”

“Good, and just one more thing. The Punch Bowl has a strict rule about sex not being allowed on the premise so I’d suggest you leave the stud ring with the rest of the clothes. It might send mixed messages.”

“Fair enough.”

Big Mac stepped into Berry Punch’s office and got undressed. Oddly enough Big Mac was almost relieved to be out of his jeans because he still was not used to the feel of his bare bottocks on demin.

Caramel had helped him pick out a forest green thong. The half apron still he tied around his waist did nothing to cover his chest or any part of his back half. Still, he was thankful for small mercies.

Once ‘dressed’, Big Mac took one last deep breath before stepping out, ready to take on everything the night had in store for him.

Who knows? Maybe he’d end up enjoying tonight.

“I can’t believe they’re charging a five bit entrance fee,” Applejack grumbled.

Getting Pinkie Pie’s help in spreading the word meant that in a small space of time the whole town became aware of Big Mac’s bet, so it had also meant that Applejack had found out about it. She hadn’t confronted Big Mac about it since she would never let anyone weasel out of a bet. What she could do however was attend and make sure none of the mares got any ideas.

“I still can’t believe you wanted to come here just because Big Mac’s settling a bet,” Twilight stated. “Don’t you think you’re being a little bit overprotective of him?”

“Ah’ve got no clue what yer talkin’ ‘bout,” Applejack replied. “Ah’m just here to have quiet drink with some friends. But if Ah see some floozy not respectin’ personal boundaries then of course Ah’m gonna have to have a word with them.”

Five sets of eyes rolled at this. All of Applejack’s friends knew exactly why she was here. The only reason they came along was because there was no way they’d talk her out of it and at least this way they could try to keep her in check. The fact that Big Mac would be wearing a thong and half apron was simply a bonus.

They arrived to the bar to see Big Mac busy mixing a drink. He had more than a few admirers but most seemed content to watch him work.

“Just one sec,” Big Mac said to Applejack and company as he poured the drink into a glass with a salted rim. He slid it to a nearby mare. “Here you are, enjoy.” He then turned to a mare that had been waiting. “And what did you want?”

“Same as before,” she replied.

“That’s the third order of the good stuff. Special occasion?”

“Oh no,” the mare replied. “Just decided to treat myself.

Big Mac turned to get a bottle from the top shelf. As he did all present got a clear view of his naked back and exposed backside. The mare let out a happy sigh at the sight.

Big Mac turned back, poured the drink into a glass with ice and slid it to the mare.

“Enjoy.”

“I already have,” the mare replied before leaving.

Applejack let out a growl and would have probably chased after the mare if Rarity hadn’t grabbed onto her arm.

"I must say, you are incredibly adept in the art of bartending," Rarity commented.

Big Mac shrugged. "Ah took some night classes a while back and now Ah run the bar for most of the family reunions. Would any of y’all be interested in a cocktail? Ah could use the practice."

"Sounds delightful," Twilight said.

Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie and Rarity nodded in agreement.

"Great, what would you like?"

"Cosmopolitan," Rarity replied.

"Strawberry Sunrise," Pinkie answered.

"Fuck me sideways," Fluttershy said. She then noticed her friends staring. "What?"

Big Mac got to work on the orders.

"There y’all are, one Cosmopolitan, one Strawberry Sunrise and one Fuck Me Sideways." Big Mac turned to Twilight. "What can ah get ya?"

"I'm not sure what to get," Twilight said sheepishly.

Big Mac handed over a cocktail menu. "Just have a look and see if somethin’ catches your eye." He turned to his sister and Rainbow Dash.

"Spare me the fancy stuff and get me a bourbon," Applejack stated.

"Yeah, ponies such as us are too cool to be wasting our time on some sissy drinks," Rainbow answered.

Applejack rolled her eyes. "As if ya could handle a real drink."

"Hey! I can handle liquor a hundred times better than you," Rainbow Dash shot back.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"Well then let's see ya prove it." Applejack turned to her brother. "Bottle of bourbon and two glasses."

Reluctantly, Big Mac handed over the bottle and two glasses. Applejack and Rainbow grabbed them and raced off to find an empty table.

"Well that's going to end badly," Rarity commented.

"Eeyup," Big Mac replied dryly before returning his attention back to the princess. "Find anything?"

"Yes," Twilight said triumphantly. "I'll have a Manehatten Iced Tea."

Big Mac looked uncertain. "Ya sure? That's a pretty strong drink."

"I'll pace myself," she assured him.

Satisfied, he prepared the drink for her. The four friends then found some seats to sit down and enjoy their beverages. They saw Applejack and Rainbow at nearby table, well into their drinking contest.

"I can't help but feel we should stop them," Twilight answered.

"Honestly, at least this way Applejack is not hovering around Big McIntosh," Rarity replied.

"Let's enjoy the brief tranquility."

The four friends chinked their drinks together and took a sip.

"Yummy!" Pinkie squealed in delight.

"Indeed," Rarity replied. "I must really get Big Mac to tend bar next time I have a function."

"Would that be with or without a shirt?" Pinkie asked with a wink.

"I'm still undecided on that."

They then noticed that Twilight was already halfway through her Manehatten Ice Tea.

"Uh...Twilight?" Fluttershy said cautiously. "Maybe you should slow down."

"Nonsenshe, Fluttershy," Twilight slurred. "Whatsh the worst that could happen?"

"Let's do a quick head count, shall we?" Rarity asked as she took in the spectacle in front of her. "Applejack and Rainbow Dash are both unconscious, Twilight is dry humping the jukebox and Pinkie Pie is..."--she looked over to where the party mare was dancing on a table with a sombrero and maracas--"...being Pinkie Pie."

"I'm starting to question our friends’ self-control," Fluttershy commented.

Berry Punch approached the two mares. "Sorry to be a buzz kill but I think it's time your friends call it a night. I can put Applejack in a corner to sleep it off until Big Mac can take her home but could you get the rest home before my Jukebox files a restraining order?"

There was a particularly hard thump and then the jukebox started playing "Let's Get it On."

"Oh you sweet talker," Twilight said seductively.

Shortly after, Pinkie, Fluttershy and Rarity were carrying their friends out of the bar. They had decided to take all of them, Applejack included, to the castle to sleep it off since there were extra beds.

"Yes, this is not how I pictured finishing my evening," Rarity grumbled. Right now she was supporting Applejack and guiding her to castle, struggling to both support the weight of the farm mare and not get drooled on.

"Now now, Rarity, friends look out for one another, " Fluttershy said, supporting unconscious Rainbow. She then stopped when she felt something grabbing her breasts. She looked down and saw a couple of blue hands had latched on. "Oh Rainbow Dash, you're so grabby when you’re drunk."

Pinkie was having a slightly easier time with Twilight since she was still conscious but the princess was still leaning on the pink mare for support.

"Hey Pinkie."

"Yes, Twilight?" the party mare asked.

"Let's go get some cake frosting."

It was two in the morning. The last call had come and gone; the last customer left about a half hour ago as had the bouncer, leaving Big Mac and Berry Punch to clean up. Big Mac was giving the floor a quick mop. As he finished, Berry put a stack of bits on the bar.

“What’s that?” he asked as he leaned the mop against the bar.

“Your share of the tip jar,” Berry replied. She then cut Big Mac off as he was about to speak. “Don’t give me that, you may have done this as a bet but you still did a fair share of the work so you get a fair share of the tip jar.”

“Sounds fair,” Big Mac admitted. “Thanks.”

“No, thank you.” Berry closed the distance and gave the stallion a hug. “Thanks to tonight, I should have enough money to do those renovations I wanted.”

It was only when Big Mac disengaged from the hug that he realised Berry had undone the ties to the apron so now he was standing in front of her in just his thong.

Berry smiled seductively. “In fact, I would like to give you something ‘extra’ for your trouble.”

It wasn’t hard for Big Mac to work out what Berry had in mind. “Wait, right here, right now?”

“You’ve got somewhere to be?” Berry asked coyly.

“No, no,” Big Mac answered, "It’s just that I thought the rule was no sex on the premise."

"The rule doesn't cover blow jobs."

The more rational side of Big Mac questioned the existence of such major loophole. That side and pretty much most sides of his brain took a back seat as Berry Punch got down on her knees, and he became inescapably aware of how little stood between the bar mare and her target. Berry seemed to be interested in testing the resilience of the thong protecting the last shred of Big Mac's modesty by tracing her finger along the fabric.

"Though just to be clear," Berry stated. "I'm not paying for the "privilege" of sucking you off so if that's a problem, this is where we stop."

She dragged a finger down the length of the cloth-covered bulged. She then looked up at Big Mac expectantly. It took that stallion a moment to realise she was waiting for an answer. It took him another moment to give one.

"That's not a problem at all."

“Good,” she said as took hold of the waistband. “Because I really don’t want this to be where we stop.”

She pulled down the thong, revealing Big Mac’s member. At first she took the time to admire it, slowly running her fingers up and down the hardening rod. Gently lifting it upwards to get a better view, the kneeling mare drank in the sight in front of her. She continued to idly stroke the underside of the shaft with her thumb as she went in to get more intimate with the twins.

She stuck out her tongue slowly, as if taunting the farmer with what was coming. Big Mac let out a short hiss of pleasure as her tongue made contact with his scrotum. This soon turned into a low moan as she started running her tongue all across his sack. Her actions remained gentle but started feeling a lot more deliberate. As her tongue danced around the prize in front of her, she explored every part that she could reach, making sure to give extra attention to any particularly sensitive spots that she came across.

Finally, she closed her mouth over one of Big Mac's balls. As she sucked on the trapped testicle, she swirled her tongue around it. Big Mac had to stop his eyes rolling to the back of his head in pleasure. He finally managed a brief reprieve when she released the ball. This was short lived as she wrapped her mouth around the other, giving it the same amount of loving attention.

At last when she released it and let go of the shaft, Big Mac was rock hard. Berry felt a sense of smug satisfaction at her handiwork but wasn’t going to just sit there looking at it. She dragged her tongue from the base of the shaft all the way to the tip, loving the way his breath hitched as she did it. She then licked the precum off the end.

“Yummy,” she said. “Got any more?”

She ran the tip of her tongue over the small opening at the head of the penis. Once she was satisfied she had found all of it she spiralled her tongue outwards until she was swirling around the whole head.

Big Mac was leaning against the bar, his arms resting on the countertop with his fists clenched. Just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, Berry closed her mouth over the head. She still teased it with her tongue but now she also applied suction.

What went unnoticed by Big Mac was that while one of Berry’s hands was keeping hold of him, the other had gone downstairs into her own pants and started playing with herself. As she started to take more of Big Mac’s cock into her mouth, her masturbating hand moved on from gentle teasing and rubbing to pumping her fingers in and out of her needful pussy.

Soon she was moaning as well, sending pleasurable vibrations through his cock as she continued to suck him off.

This soon proved to much for the red stallion. “Berry...I’m…ah!”

Berry guessed what Big Mac was going to do but instead of pulling back, she pushed forward, taking in an incredible amount of the stallion. This pushed Big Mac over the edge as he came hard.

As he continued to cum, she pulled back until only the head was in her mouth and sealed her lips around the shaft to prevent the cum from escaping. As she swallowed the warm jizz, she continued to suck gently, trying to coax more out of him.

Eventually the last of the semen came out and Big Mac’s cock started to soften. The farmer took a few deep breaths before speaking.

“Thank you. That was....” He trailed off when he realised Berry was going.

Turns out the Berry hadn’t finished, in more ways than one, so she tried coaxing some life back into Big Mac’s member.

As she sucked and licked the soft member, she used her spare hand to reach down and start massaging Big Mac’s balls.

To Big Mac’s amazement, he soon started to feel himself getting hard again. Having achieved her goal, Berry decided to mix things up again, choosing this time to start deepthroating him from the beginning, sliding the cock down her mouth and throat until her lips neared the base of shaft, then sliding it out until only the head was in her mouth before repeating the process.

She soon found a nice rhythm of long, smooth movements. Her downstairs hand was still working hard while she was going down, and she finally climaxed. She shuddered as an orgasm racked her body. She held her place as she rode a wave of pleasure.

If Big Mac objected to the pause in Berry’s actions, he didn’t voice any complaints. Finally when she came down from the high, she returned to working on his shaft with renewed vigour.

Her motions remained smooth but her speed increased. Soon Big Mac found himself brought to the edge again.

He didn’t even get a chance to warn Berry this time as cum erupted from his penis. Again Berry pulled back slightly, trapping just the head in her mouth to prevent any semen being wasted.

Once certain that Big Mac had released all the seed he was going to, she finally released the flaccid cock. Big Mac sat down on one of the bar stools, completely spent and trying to catch his breath. Berry stood back up and went behind the counter. Subtly taking a cloth she knew was going to be washed, she wiped off her downstairs hand before taking out two glasses, one short and one long. She bent over and let a big wad of semen that had been in her mouth fall into short glass.

She took out a glass and filled it with water before sliding it over to Big Mac. The red stallion took it and started to drink greedily. When he was half way through the glass was he able to find his voice again.

"Twice?" he asked

"I wanted you see if you had another round in you," she replied as she took a bottle of whisky from the shelf. "The trick to a fun night is knowing when last call is.”

She poured some whiskey into the glass. She then swirled it so that the contents mixed. She then brought the glass to her lips to take a sip when she noticed Big Mac staring. She gave a shrug.
“I find adding cum to a whisky improves the flavour,” she explained. She then held out the glass. “Wanna taste?”

“I’ll pass,” Big Mac said diplomatically.

The ponies drank in silence. Berry finished first and placed the empty glass on the counter.

“Now that we’ve hydrated, I’ve got some business to discuss."

Big Mac finished his drink and placed the glass on the counter as well. "Go on."

"Tonight has been a huge success. I would like to make this a regular event," Berry explained. "Not every week but still regularly. If you’re interested."

Big Mac raised an eyebrow. "Not to be blunt but what's in it for me?"

"20 bits an hour, equal share of the tip jar and plus the occasional ‘extra’'." To emphasis her point she slowly licked her lips.

Big Mac stared at Berry for a moment, then he shrugged. "Let me sleep on it. I'll get back to you by Monday."

"Fair enough."

The next morning, Fluttershy was in the kitchen of the castle, making a fresh pot of coffee since something told her that her friends would be needing it. She had already made arrangements for her animal friends to get breakfast for themselves so she didn't need to rush back. She’d just finished pouring herself a cup when she heard a pained groan. She turned round and saw Applejack trudge into the kitchen.

"Good morning," Fluttershy said cheerfully.

"Morning? Yup. Good? Buck no." Applejack made it the pot and poured herself a cup. "Mah head feels like it was run over by a train."

"Gee, I wonder why," Fluttershy muttered into her cup.

After getting halfway through her cup, Applejack didn't quite feel as much as death warmed up, so was able to start having a conversation. "So did ah miss much?"

"Nothing much," Fluttershy answered. "I mean, aside from the reverse gangbang."

"Reverse… gang…bang?"

"You know, instead of one mare doing a bunch of stallions, it's one stallion doing a bunch of mares," Fluttershy explained. "Turns out that you were the only one keeping the other mares in line, so when you passed out they pounced. Poor naive and innocent Big Mac was just so confused by all of it that he didn't know any better than to comply with their lustful demands. Rarity and I tried to stop them but we were outnumbered so we could only watch helplessly as they rutted the poor stallion again and again. Finally we figured the damage had already been done, so we decided to have some fun. Well, I had a lot of fun with his penis. Rarity just rode his face for a while."

Fluttershy took a sip from her coffee as Applejack stared at her in stunned silence.

"Ah… guess ah deserve that," the farm mare finally said.

"So you're going to stop meddling in Big Mac's affairs?" Fluttershy asked.

"Eeyup," Applejack responded.

"And you're not going to have any more drinking contests with Rainbow Dash?"

"Double eeyup."

At that moment, a pained groan was heard in the hallway. When Fluttershy and Applejack went to investigate, they found a miserable Twilight carrying a crowbar as she headed to the main door.

"Uh Twilight?" Appliejack called. "Where are you going?"

"To find your brother."

"And what's the crowbar for?"

"To whack him over the head with it several times so he knows how I feel."

Author's Note

Hi all, sorry for the delay but the tail end of 2016 has been crazy (in more ways then one). On the plus side, I now have someone to help proof read and edit my work.

Also, as some of you may have noticed I have gone back and improved Chapter 1 of the story, both in terms of spelling/grammar and entertainment value .

I do intend to go over the other previous chapters as well but I promise my next update will be much quicker.