>"He's coming this way!"
>"Okay, Pinkie, you distract him and I'll sneak around the back."
>The pink pony struggles to contain her laughter as she trots towards the stallion.
>"Hello, good sir!"
>"Oh. You're Pinkie Pie, right?"
>"Absolutely! ... and you are...."
>"Uhh, Wheatbucker. I actually live in-"
>With a flash Rainbow's tail flicks forwards and catches the stallion's exposed balls.
>He crumples helplessly to the ground, a breathy moan of agony.
>The mares start laughing, Pinkie seeming to find the situation particularly hilarious.
>"D-Did you see that!? He went down like a... like a sack!"
>Rainbow wipes a tear from her eye as she and Pinkie leave the poor stallion clutching for his nethers and writhing on the floor, in search of another victim.
>"We can't do it to Big Mac, Pinkie! You know how mad Applejack would be?"
>"Aww, c'mon! He's a tough horsey! He can take it."
>"Just... don't buck him too hard, okay?"
>The ponies emerge from the bushes and approach the large stallion.
>He eyes them up, a little unsure, but shrugs it off.
>"How ya doin, Big Mac?"
>Rainbow tries to keep him distracted as Pinkie circles him, trying to stand behind him without arousing suspicion. 
>"That's a lot of apples you got there! You buck them all yourself?"
>"Eyup."
>"Wow! Uh, so, how's Applejack? I think she said she had some business to attend to with Granny Smith today, right?"
>"Eyup."
>He gives Rainbow a look. 
>He can tell something's up, but before he has the chance to say anything Pinkie strikes; turning and kicking her hind leg out, bucking him right in the testicles.
>With a yelp he falls to the floor instantly, and of course both girls erupt with more laughter.
>He winces and crawls around, flooded with unimaginable pain.
>"Pinkie I said not too hard!"
>"Oh, I barely tapped them!"
>Big Mac can't even bring himself to look up, all he can hear is the swirling cacophony of uproarious laughter.
>"C-C'mon! I think I saw Soarin walk by Sugarcube Corner earlier!"

>"Oh! Heya, Crash. Uh... you doing okay?"
>"Oh, I'm doing just fine.."
>The pegasus giggles as she rounds Soarin; Pinkie tries to keep him distracted.
>"SO! Uh... what's your favorite kind of pie, Soarin? Me? I think I'd have to say cherry, though I wouldn't turn down rhubarb or blueberry - OH - and I can't forget about lemon meringue! What about you?"
>"Uh..."
>Rainbow Dash outstretches her wing and gives the stallion's exposed nuts a tickle.
>They shrivel up, reacting sensitively.
>"Those things are pretty big, huh?"
>He blushes.
>"U-Uh, what? I mean... um..."
>"Let's see if THIS makes 'em any smaller!"
>She spins herself around and delivers a swift kick right into the middle.
>As with the stallions before, Soarin rolls over in pain, trying to speak but unable to form the words.
>The other ponies fall to the floor too, rolling around with laughter and just as speechless.
>"Wh-why?" Soarin groans.
>"You should have seen the look on his face, Dashie! Priceless!"
>"Ahem."
>Both the mares turn to look up.
>Applejack is looming over them.
>"I'm thinkin' we need to have a little talk."
>"Uh oh."