Big Mac Does Ponyville

IV: The Morning After a Night like no Other

A cockerel's call sounded around the farm as Applejack worked away inside the farmhouse. She was sat at the kitchen table, going over her paperwork from the evening before. Her swollen belly made everything incredibly difficult. She reached forwards for a pen that rested on the desk, but found herself pinned in place by her gut. The cute little cock she had found herself the proud owner of had shrunk back into her body, dissapearing completely by day-break. She was so dissapointed to have lost the tool, but at least she knew what she needed to grow it back for a night. Gripping on the table she managed to grab the pen with her hoof. Flopping back down against her chair she went back to examining her notes. She thought aloud as she worked.

“So, we had the 150 bit pay-out from this group of… 4 mares… minus the lost profits of the crowd that didn’t get serviced. So that is, at least 200 lost customers. And minus the cost of the barrel of aphrodisiac. Oh, and I mustn't forget the cost of materials for the banners and fliers... so that leaves us with a profit of…”

She rolled the pen around her mouth as she thought.

"Oh. A loss of 6 bits. Well, that's just great.” She looked around the kitchen to her brother, who held an ice-pack to his bruised stallion-hood and painfully swollen testicles. “Sorry buddy, it looks like we didn’t quite make the money we needed. In fact, I fear to say, we actually lost money. I guess we’re just going to have to host this event again next weekend as well... and maybe the next few weekends after that if we want to be safe financially.”

Big Mac winced, the memories of the night before burned onto his mind.

“Now, if you don’t mind brother, I have an appointment with Nurse Redheart. She needs to examine my bruised posterior… for the fourth year running.”