Read in the voice of the Major from Hellsing Ultimate:
“We need hot sauce,” I said, “that’s so all-fired hot that ponies will weep when we so much as mention its name. We need hot sauce that’ll soak into a pony’s very bones when they eat of it. We need hot sauce that’s so durn hot that if a filly tries some as a yearling, it’ll still be coursing through her veins when she’s a grown mare and starts thinking about having foals of her own; hot sauce that’ll just up and laugh at that silly ol’ placental wall and dive straight into her womb so when the time comes for birthing, she won’t break water, she’ll break Tabasco bucking Sauce! We need hot sauce that’ll pass from generation to generation, across the ages, through the blood, traveling through the years like an ancestral curse, a fire that never goes out, a stark reminder of the folly of a sad, silly mare who, one fateful day, made the star-crossed decision to nibble just one tiny bite of the magnificence we are about to birth into the world!” I took a deep breath. “FILLIES!” I practically screamed. “GENTLECOLTS! WE’RE GONNA NEED OURSELVES SOME DANG HOT HOT SAUCE!”
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/14777/15/contraptionology/15-hard-bucking 
