In the morning they were awoken by Big Mac, saying that they had to be cleaned and such. They were taken too where the pigs were bathed and scrubbed, as it was the most convenient. The first step was removing their fur, and that took quite some time, as there was a lot. He left the mane and tail, as that seemed the right thing to do. Next he scrubbed them like mad, until their skin was quite pink, and glistening. The last thing was cleaning them of waste, but the hose made that quite easy.

Apple was needed in the kitchen to help with prep. She had to make the stuffing that would be place around the two of them in the roasting pan. She went through her book, until she came across a buckwheat, cabbage and apple stuffing. It was quite easy, and it also would use Apple family apples. She had quite a few helpers including Dash, and they needed to get the cabbage done fast. None of the ponies were getting the cabbage cut thin enough. “Thinner.”
She grabbed the buckwheat and brought it over. “It needs to be thinner for it to mix well with the buckwheat.” They all sighed, hating how bitty the work was.

Once that is done, mix the two together well. Applejack was working hard on cutting the apples, making sure they were the right size, even though they were probably just going to melt somewhat into the stuffing anyways.

After that was done, she felt a gravy would be best to serve them with, so she knew she had to work fast. She called dash over, and told her to turn around and lift up her tail. She quickly made sure a pan was on hand, and thrust her hoof into dash.

Her mouth, found part of Dash’s wing and started to suck. Her saliva was running down some of the feathers to the base. The only sound in the room at this point was the sound of squelching, and it was quite loud. She didn’t have time to waste, so she nibbled on Dashes wing, knowing that would probably send her over the edge.

Apple was right, as she heard a loud scream, and felt Dash’s marehood start to spasm. She readied the pan, and caught most of what was squirting out of Dash. She let dash rest, as she let her arousal join Dash’s in the pan. She added to this, stock, onions, flour and butter, making what would hopefully be amazing gravy.

It took some minutes, but eventually it thickened to her liking, and she tasted it. It was perfect; the way her slightly sour and Dash’s slightly bitter juices mixed was divine. They pretty much had everything done for the feast, except for the roasts themselves, but that would take time.