Mac walks towards me, stopping with his head just a few inches away from mine, grinning like only a drunk guy can. I lift a hoof and push him away. “Mac, we’re finding the rest of the mane six so we can defeat Discord, not so you can form a harem.”

Big Mac’s grin twists mischievously. “What’s the matter, Dash, afraid of having competition over who gets to be rutted every night by this stallion?” I feel my entire face turn red, and I swat a hoof at Mac. “You’re drunk!” I
turn and announce to the room, “HE’S DRUNK!”

My announcement was a vain attempt to prevent the other girls from giving much thought to what Mac just said. Thankfully, that much wasn’t even necessary.