Big Mac Does Ponyville

I: How to Plan a Night like no Other

Applejack was hunched over her desk in the corner of the barn, hard at work with a paintbrush in her mouth. Piled high in front of her was a mound of blank papers, onto which she messily scrawled the same identical message:

“Mares of Ponyville and Canterlot! Is your partner not enough for you anymore? Does your body crave more? Are you in need of REAL STALLION during this year’s estrous cycle? Then come on down to Sweet Apple Acres, where the one and only Big Macintosh will be waiting to sate your every need, no matter how carnal they may be! Entry fee 150 bits, paid up front.”

Each flier was stamped with the same image of Big Mac's face, with the caption

"FORGET THE REST, BREED THE BEST!"

displayed proudly around it. Applejack hastily signed each letter with her signature, alongside a date and time of arrival. As she finished each handout she tossed them into the back of a cart that waited beside her. “Hey Big Mac, I hope you’re looking forward to this! It should be great for you, don’t you think?”

No response.

“Won’t it, Big Mac?”

Applejack leant back on her chair, peering around the cart. She caught a glimpse of her brother, who was sat on the floor playing with himself. As he rubbed his cock with both hooves he glanced up at his sister, a pining expression on his face.

“Look here Mac, I know how difficult this time of year is for you. All us mares starting to go into heat… it’s gotta be tough for ya. But look, I can’t take another year of you brutally rutting me senseless. I could barely walk after the last time. You have no idea how embarrassing it is having to go to visit Nurse Redheart with bruised privates, stained by my brother’s seed. This would be the fourth year running.”

Big Mac hung his head in defeat as he began to quietly whimper to himself. Applejack rolled her eyes, clambering down from her chair. She wandered past the cart and settled down by her brother’s side. As she walked she inadvertently swished her tail from side to side, spreading her moist scent through the air. She was tormenting her poor brother, and she’d barely even noticed.

“Come on Mac, don’t be glum. Think, this plan here is a win-win-win! Firstly, we can raise some real money for the farm! Do some of those repairs that have been crying out for attention! On top of that, you get an opportunity to get your rocks off with any mare you want! I know how much you’d like that! And of course, it means I don’t have to get battered by that incredible cock of yours again!”

She leant down and planted a wet kiss on her brother’s cheek. His cock immediately began to twitch intensely, dribbling pre-cum on to the floor.

“Don't that sound fun, brother?” Applejack asked cooingly, as she swabbed away a lingering trail of saliva from the corner of her mouth. Big Mac looked up at her, nodding eagerly as he climbed up onto his feet.

“Well in that case Mac, you’d best be getting on with your part of the job. I’ve made up all those fliers, now I need you to take them and dole them out to every mare you come across in Ponyville. Get out there and self-advertise!” She smacked him on the rump and sent him out the door, the wooden wheels of the cart clacking as he went. “And don’t be getting any of those mares pregnant when you’re out there! They’re meant to be paying for that luxury!” She smiled as he cantered down the long dirt pathway out of Sweet Apple Acres, before he disappeared out of sight amongst the orchard trees that lined the walkway.

Her smile still wide across her face, she trotted out of the barn to a small outhouse that stood around the back. The door snagged on the ground as she tried to open it, but eventually brute force was enough to gain access. Leaning in, she spotted what she was after. Amongst the hay-bales and boxes of feed stood a large drum, which came to about the height of Applejack’s flank. Pushing everything else aside, she sidled her way up to the drum. Tilting it back and forth, its contents sloshed heavily. With a little due care – and a lot of effort – she managed to drag the drum out into the fresh air without spilling its contents. She coughed slightly as she brushed away the dust that had collected around its exterior. Now the barrel’s label was exposed to the light of day, she could clearly read the message that adorned it:

APHRODISIACS. PLEASE USE RESPONSIBLY.

The grin of joy across Applejack’s face had begun to morph into one of a more nefarious nature. She had a plan, and she was excited to execute it. All she had to do was drag the barrel inside, hide it under her desk, and wait for the Party to begin the next night.