001 - Another day, another mauling

Dig Site had a...nice life, he supposed.

Dig Site was a batpony stallion who had moved to Ponyville not too long ago. And when he had moved in, he’d paid for a nice house on the outskirts of town. All at once, in cash, and then he sort of shut himself in there. Only occasionally did he emerge for more groceries to keep himself going. He had a black mane and tail with a single silver streak running through them both, a charcoal gray coat, violet wings, and a mark of a pickaxe and a shovel crossed over each other on his flanks. His eyes were golden cat-eyes that belonged to all thestrals, but you wouldn’t know it if you met him on the streets, because he always wore his sunglasses during the day. He also sported the traditional slightly-fluffy ears of batponies, as well as some fangs that anypony could see when he opened his mouth to talk.

It took the townsponies years to get used to his presence. Though the fact that he didn’t even try to integrate into the town until Twilight ascended kind of helped with that. But when he did, the stallion revealed his magnum opus, his life’s work.

He’d spent his younger, colt years going around the world, from one culture to another, learning, researching, and finding historical artifacts, all to lead him somewhere grand. Somewhere that ponies had forgotten how to get to. He’d even taken a year away from the town to try and follow the trail himself, and still failed to get there. But...the path was laid.

The path to finding the old home of ponies, Paradise Estates, hidden in Dream Valley.

He never quite got there himself, though. The road was long and blocked by a wall of ice and snow that was fed under a perpetual blizzard. He did, however, manage to reach the home of the pony’s allies, the Flutterponies, and came back with their legendary Sunstone. His proof that he wasn’t making things up. The moment he unveiled it, it blazed with newfound light and power, proving that the old legends were real.

Thus, the Princess of Books had paid him quite handsomely for all his research, relevant artifacts, and would continue to pay him in installments for the return of the Sunstone to pony hooves. An expedition was planned for the decades ahead, once Celestia had managed to get teams out there to break up the storm and melt the snow and ice. In the meantime, a wing of the new crystal tree castle had been turned over to the display of Dig Site’s work.

And now that he’d accomplished much of what he’d set out to do, the stallion decided to integrate with the town.

Which was easier said than done. Every day he woke up and was kind, polite, and helpful to everyone he met.

Most everyone appreciated it.

Two familiar faces from his exploring days, however, had shown up in town not long after the princess had opened up his little museum and...never took well to even a simple ‘Good morning.’

Honestly, Dig Site didn’t even know why they were there. It’s not like they engaged in much conversation with him beyond shouting and physical abuse. Nurse Redheart was getting tired of stitching him back together.

Still, best to make an attempt. Fiftieth time was the charm, surely. “Morning Ember, how are you?” the stallion greeted the blue dragoness as he came upon his two tormentors staring at each other. They usually greeted him on this street corner.

“Don’t talk to me.” Ember glared at him.

“Fuck off dweeb.” Gilda gave him an equally scathing glare.

Dig Site sighed. “I wish you two would just tell me your problems instead of mauling me,” he mused aloud. “The hospital is running out of ‘free sandwich’ cards to give me for every tenth mauling.”

Both just mutely continued to glare. If his ears were right, they’d been arguing before he came in.

“So, what were we arguing about?” he prompted the pair. “Maybe I can act as a mediator, a neutral third party here? I do know the both of you a little bit.”

“Nothing.” Ember crossed her arms under her bust and didn’t look at him.

“And I’m out.” Gilda said with a huff and made towards the front door.

Dig Site watched the hen leave before turning back to the dragoness. “...Honestly I don’t know who you hate more; each other or me,” he said dryly.

“Yes.” Ember puffed out her cheeks, flicking her tail back and forth.

“Look, if you would talk to me I might be able to do something for you,” Dig Site stressed. “Didn’t I tell you ages ago that that’s what friends do, help each other? Help me understand,” he almost-begged the dragoness, “And I’ll help you out as much as I can.”

“Ugh! Fine!” Ember threw her arms up, her wings flaring out. “What do you want to know?”

“Why are you so angry every day?” Dig Site posed to her, also ready to jump back in case she was going to respond with a claw to his face.

“Oh, I don’t know.” She rolled her eyes, once again crossing her arms under her bust. “I don’t have a hoard, I was kicked out of the Dragonlands, and I don’t have a home?” Smoke wafted from her nostrils.

“Well, I uh, can’t help with the being kicked out part, but maybe I can help with the other stuff?” Dig Site posed. “If you wouldn’t mind coming back to my place...not for anything like that!” He cut off her train of thought as more smoke billowed for a moment. “I just...have some guest rooms I’m not using, so I can certainly put you up. But I think the basement will be of interest to you.”

There was the faintest blush on her cheeks. “I… suppose… I mean…. If you’re offering. But what do you want in return?!” She glared once again.

“Friends help each other,” Dig Site replied with a smile. “Though if you’re offering, I’ll take ‘not being mauled in the morning.’”

She seemed to be considering it. “Fine.”

The basement was well made, mostly. Though there was a section that was unfinished and resembled a cave. But in the finished section?

“So these are all the artifacts I found during my tour of Equus,” the stallion said, waving a wing at the pile of history. Well...it was organized. Just, no labels. Everything was laid out in piles of relevance to each other. “Here we have some armor from the Griffish Empire days, over there we have some traditional Yak tapestries, that pile consists of everything I could find relating to the Crystal Empire from before it was sealed away, and this little bag holds the First Dragon’s hoard, or what’s left of it.” Seeing her interest in the name and dismissing the bag, the stallion smirked. “Also being held in an old-timey Bag of Holding.”

He noticed her actually starting to drool. “You don’t say…” Her eyes were fixated on, well, all of it.

“Yeah,” Dig Site rubbed the back of his head. “And that’s to say nothing of the Hippogriff, Harpy, Abbysian, and Zebra artifacts I have still packed away. I unseal it from the bags they’re in at need and sell them off for food and other expenses. I would have things from the Kirin, but they were...kinda silent on what things were worth when I went to them. So I left them where I found them.”

“Uh huh.” She nodded, clearly not really listening.

“So, you good?” the thestral asked her, drawing close enough to touch her with one of his wings.

She jumped and swiped at him, however didn’t actually hit him this time. She growled, steaming a little. She seemed to come to and her growl faded. “It’s fine.”

“Oh good,” Dig Site sighed. “Okay then. You can consider yourself my accountant for this hoard of stuff I’ve accrued,” he joked. “Meanwhile I have a cat to track down.”

“Wait, I’m your what?” She snapped at him.

“When you can come up with a different argument than you becoming my live-in accountant, I’ll listen~” Dig Site teased as he walked upstairs, his flank swaying with each step.

Ember blushed and stared at the piles and piles of stuff. Growling, she picked up a bag and started examining it’s contents.

That was...how could all those gems fit in there?! They smelled delicious…

She reached in to take one.

“-And don’t eat anything!”

She growled again and tossed it back into the bag.

Dig Site’s next place to visit on his tour was not ‘wherever Gilda had gone’ but to miss Rarity, to set up a deal to buy gems from her on a semi-daily basis for his new dragon tenant. She gave him a good price and even a bucket to carry back home.

The thestral wondered when the dragoness would come out of the basement and catch sight of the bucket of gems on the dining table for her.

After that, though, the batpony stallion began to track down the angry cat-bird. She was usually easy to find by the trail of destruction she left in her wake.

He found said griffon wandering the streets. “What do you want?” She asked as her stomach growled.

“How about lunch? My treat, you can come with,” the stallion answered easily. “I know a place that does fried fish, most ponies are too squeamish to go.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Did you just say fish?” Her stomach growled again.

“C’mon, it’s just this way,” the stallion led her towards Bridle street. “It’s a little hidden, but it does the best fish this side of Canterlot.”

“This better be good, dweeb.” She frowned. “You’re a pony, how do you know about this place?”

“Thestral,” the stallion smirked, flicking his ears at her. “We need more protein than the average pony. Bugs don’t cut it for very long.”

“I feel that.” She nodded, shuddering a little.

“Sooo, I found a nice little bar and grill a couple of years ago, and have been coming here for whenever I get meat-hungry,” the stallion said. “Shame about their last bouncer though.”

“What happened?” Gilda asked, starting to sound curious.

“He was caught fucking the owner’s wife…” the stallion started off with.

“Ha! Shit!” Gilda barked out a laugh. “Yeah, yeah, that’s a sure way to get fired.”

“-in the cellar where they keep all their drinks,” Dig Site finished. “Ponies had been complaining about the quality for a while. Turns out he’d bend her over a cask and rail her. So now the owner’s out a bouncer and a wife. Kept the business, the house, and the foals though.”

“Oh. You don’t say.” There was a visible blush on her cheeks as her tail flicked wildly. “Say is it close?”

“Just through that door up there,” Dig Site pointed ahead, three doors down on the right side. “Why?”

“Just... hungry…” She grumbled.

“Ah well then,” Dig Site smiled as they reached the door. “Allow me to introduce us to the bar.”

The stallion opened the door with a bang and took a deep breath. “Oi! Where the bloody fuck are you, you foul-mouthed mini-pone?” he barked out. “I got a hungry guest here who needs your salty fish afore she keels over!”

A small fluffy blue ball of pony, that could easily be confused for a colt were it not for his thick back beard, sat on a stool at the other side of the bar. The stallion’s thick black mane almost covered his grey eyes.

“Oh, you are just adorable!” Gilda laughed aloud.

“And ye look like ye need a thick sausage in yer cun.’” The stallion replied to the griffon. He then turned towards Dig Site. “Why’d ye bring the lass in, if she needed a good fucking ye coulda just taken her ‘ome.”

“Nah, nothing like that,” the batpony said, pulling up a seat at the bar and gesturing for Gilda to follow suit, not even looking at her as he flicked a wing to point at the seat next to him. “She’s been dying for some good meat in this town, and you make the best fried fish, so I figured I’d bring her here and see what she makes of it.”

“Ah, do.” He nodded. “Ye want a drink while ye wait?”

“It’s not even two yet,” the thestral deadpanned.

“Yes.” Gilda replied.

“Comin right up.” The stallion nodded. He hopped onto a little ledge built right behind the bar and trotted over to the glasses. “Oh, an’ Ah’m Stone Stud. This is me pub.”

“Nice place.” Gilda nodded. “Stud huh?”

“Yep.” He nodded after filling a glass and sliding it down to her. “Me wife wanted a stallion that she could take easier. See, Ah might be small, but I’ve got-”

Dig Site coughed.

“You’re no fun.” Gilda glared at him, blushing a little as she took a drink. Her eyes widened. “Shit. It’s good.”

“Ah know.” Stud nodded as he trotted around the ledge to the other side of the bar where there was a full kitchen set up. “Ye wan’ anything else with yer fish? Fries? Tartar sauce. A place te fuck Dig like a bitch in heat? Cause I got a storage room if ye wan’.”

Dig groaned.

“Eh?” She shrugged, taking another drink. “Surprise me. Though remind me about that storage room later.”

“Sure thing.” He turned towards the stove. As he reached around to grab various things. “So, ye look like a sturdy lass.”

“Call me a lass again and I’ll show you how sturdy I am.” Gilda smirked at him.

“Ha! Ye got a fire under all those feathers.” Stud laughed as he cooked. “Ye wouldn’t happen te need a job, would ye?”

“Well, seeing as I’ve got nothing better to do most days….” Gilda seemed to consider.

“Food and drinks are free fer you and yer boy, pays good too. Jus’ treat ma foals right when they’re here. I’d say don’ fuck ma wife but tha’s no longer an issue.”

“Sorry.” Gilda said slowly.

Did she just apologise?

Stud waved away her concerns. “Yer fine. Ah’ve got ma pub, an ma foals. Ah’m a happy stallion.” He turned around with a plate on his back and trotted back around to the frontside of the bar. “‘Ere ye go.”

It was a plate of two thick slabs of beer-battered fish, as well as thick cut chips seasoned in garlic and pepper. A small bowl of tartar sauce sat in the middle of the plate.

Gilda started drooling.

“Well, ye gonna eat it or fuck it?” Stud raised a brow.

Gilda tore into it. Viciously.

“Ye wan’ anything Dig?” The small stallion asked.

“Eh, I’m good, I got food at home,” the stallion waved him off. “Though I will pay for her food and drinks.”

“No ye fuckin won’” Stud shook his head. “Ye brough’ somepony new. Also, she migh’ be mah new employee.”

“Mmmhmmm” Gilda said through food, before swallowing. “I mean, hell yeah I will. This is great!”

“I don’ see why ye were complainin’ so much, she’s deligh’ful.” Stud grinned at the larger stallion.

“You were what now?” Gilda asked, narrowing her eyes.

“You and Ember turned my face into a chessboard on a regular basis,” the batpony stallion deadpanned. “You refused to tell me what was wrong and expected me to develop psychic powers to be able to help you. Asking me not to bitch about the pair of you to my barkeep is asking me to have the patience of fuckin’ Luna.”

“... Fair.” Gilda frowned and returned to to her food.

“But I think, hopefully, today will have helped the pair of you,” Dig Site said with a sigh. “Unless, of course, you also don’t have a place to sleep.”

Gilda paused. “Maybe…”

Dig Site’s head hit the bar. “Of course,” he mumbled. “Look, I have a guest room you can use,” he stated after lifting it again. “But I expect you to help out around the house. Pay for utilities, food, things like that. Chip in with the bills, y’know?”

“That doesn’t sound too hard.” Gilda said, finishing her meal.

“Sounds like ye got everythin’ settled.” Stud smirked. “Except yer gonna be livin with two attractive mares.” He looked at Gilda. “Ye wan’ tha’ back room I mentioned?”

“Please stop trying to pervert my new housemate,” Dig Site deadpanned.

“What do you mean pervert?” She raised a brow. “If I wanted I could just take him.”

“Back room.” Stud chuckled. “Jus’ in case ye wanna stake yer claim.”

“I’m good.” She chuckled, nudging Dig with an elbow.

“Oh good,” the stallion sighed. “Let’s go home then.”

Gilda stared at Ember. Ember stared at Gilda. Dig stared at the pair. The air was tense. He had to cut the tension somehow.

“Ember, did you get the gems I left out for you?” he tried as an opener.

“Yep. They’re in a nice pile in the corner.” Ember relied, her eyes not leaving the griffon’s.

“Oh. You know, when I said don’t eat anything, I meant the stuff in the basement,” the thestral said. “Those gems were meant for you in case you were hungry.”

“A hoard needs to start somewhere.” She replied.

“Ah. Okay then,” the stallion looked between the two females. “Okay, so...I’m just going to take Gilda up to her room so she knows where it is…” Maybe? If they would let him?

“... Cool.” Ember turned to head towards the basement, her hips and tail swaying with each step.

“So, where’s this room?” Gilda asked.

“Ah, it’s just up this way, opposite mine,” the stallion said, leading her upstairs. “There,” he pointed it out. “That’s my room, the main bathroom, and that door leads to the guest room which you can have. That door down there is where Ember can stay so she’s closer to her hoard when she’s tired of spending all day in the basement.”

“Mmmm, nice.” She nodded and turned towards the door. She paused. “Hey, thanks. You’re not as much of a dweeb as I thought.” With that she walked into her room.

Whew. Maybe this wasn’t going to blow up in his face after all. Dig Site sighed and prepared to make dinner for them all.

Early the next morning, the thestral stallion woke up and headed down into his kitchen to make coffee for everyone. He knew just how to make it. Not too strong, but enough of a kick to get him going in the morning. The cream was set out to go in the cups after it was poured. It was only the work of ten minutes to brew the wonderful drink of morning go-juice.

Just after the third cup was poured, the stallion heard the telltale sound of feet plodding into the kitchen. “Perfect timing you two~” he practically sang, taking one cup for himself and warming his hooves on it. “The coffee’s ready~” He put the other two cups on the counter closer to the entryway.

Gilda took a cup, and looked at it. She swiftly lashed out a talon…. And swatted his snoot. “No cream.”

Ember took the other and took a drink. She swatted his flank. “Not strong enough.”

...Okay, so they had their own tastes. Still, this was progress, they weren’t clawing him.

002 - Reading up on your stallion

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Ember was frustrated. This frustration had nothing to do with how she got to this point, and had everything to do with the stallion responsible. Namely, how was she going to pay him back?

It wasn’t right for him to just give her all this without getting anything in return.

She had to figure out something to give the stallion in return.

But what do you give to the stallion that had not only saved your life, but also gave you a place to sleep, and restarted your hoard?!

“Ah! Think!” Ember shouted while punching a wall.

Gilda was annoyed. There came a thud from the basement. It was the fourth one in as many minutes. And the constant interruptions weren’t helping her pounding headache. A headache caused by a tad too much drink the night before.

It also wasn’t helping that she was trying to think of ways to pay the stallion back. Griffons could be greedy bastards, but they were also honorable bastards. Honor demanded that she repay the services of someone, lest she become their servant.

She grumbled and got up off her bed. Groaning she threw some shades on to prevent the foul Sun’s rays from destroying her brain.

If she couldn’t think of anything, then she’d have to ask someone who could.

Ember’s claws hurt. She never was that strong compared to other dragons. Which was part of why she’d gotten kicked out of the Dragonlands. Torch had other, stronger, whelps. Snorting, she turned away from the wall she’d been punching.

She wasn’t dragon enough for the Dragonlands.

She growled.

She used her brain too much.

She wasn’t greedy enough.

She relied on others too much.

“Shut! Up!” She whirled and punched the wall again. Only to get a sore claw as a result. She recoiled, shaking her claw. She tried to slow her breathing. Staying in this dark basement probably wasn’t helping her in any way.

Roughly shaking her head, in a vain attempt to clear her thoughts, she stormed upstairs. Once hitting the main level, she saw Gilda coming down the stairs wearing a pair of sunglasses.

“Griffon.” She grumbled.

“Dragon.” Grumbled Gilda in return.

“I’m going out.” She said.

“So am I.” Gilda grunted.

“Well don’t let me stop you.” She growled a little.

“Whatever.” Gilda shook her head, visibly winced, then trotted towards the door. On opening it she grunted again. “Too fuckin bright. Fucking Sun. Fucking sunglasses don’t-” And the door slammed behind her.

Ember snorted, trying to ignore her housemate. Though perhaps she was on to something. To return to her original problem, before her own head got in the way, she needed to figure out how to pay back Dig Site. What if the griffon was going to someone to ask how to do that?

If Gilda was doing it, then Ember could do it too!

With a snort and a smirk, Ember started towards the door. Ponyville was full of ponies. Ponies helped other ponies. Surely they’d help a dragon who only wanted pay back her house mate.

“Hiya Gilda!” Pinkie bounced next to the griffon, causing her to wince. The mare’s voice was like talons on a chalkboard

“What do ya want dweeb?” Gilda growled through grit teeth.

“I’m just saying hi! Where ya going?” The pink mare bounced around her.

“Don’t know, anywhere, away from you.” She grunted.

“Awww.” Pinkie whined. “Somepony’s being a grumpygriff.”

Gilda made to scream at the annoying pink one, when she paused, staring at her.

“What?” Pinkie, cocking her head to the side. “Oh! Sorry! Somegriff.”

“You know ponies.” Gilda wasn’t asking.

“Yeppers!” Pinkie grinned.

“Could you tell me about stallions?” Gilda asked.

“Mmmmmm, maybe?” Pinkie giggled.

“Maybe?” The griffon blinked behind her sunglasses.

“Maybe if somegriff remembered her manners I’d remember something about her mystery stallion.~” She finished, her singsong voice made the griffon wince.

“Ugh…. fiiiiine.” Gilda groaned. “I’m sorry, I have a hangover and I’m testy.”

“Apology accepted.” Pinkie grinned. “So, who do you want to know about?”

“You know Dig Site?” Gilda asked.

“Oooooo! He’s a tricky one. My only point of contact is with the bartender Stone Stud.” She giggled again. “It’s how I know to leave him a birthday cupcake on April first!”

“Huh, why didn’t I think of going to see Stud first?” Gilda mused aloud.

“Cause your poor brains hurting from your angry juice.” Pinkie gave the griffon’s head a hug.

Gilda’s darkened vision was awash in pink for a moment. Then the mare let go. “Say hi to Studdy for me!”

“That mare is weird.” The griffon grumbled.

Ember flew around town. Trying to think of who in town would know about Thestrals. Then it hit her. She turned and made a b-line for the edge of town.

She landed with a thud. Before her was a house built into a hill. Confidently she strode up to the front door. The various animal noises around quieted as she did. She didn’t so much knock on the door, as pound on it. She was a dragon after all.

“Oh my goodness!” A soft voice within yelped. “I’m coming!” There was a trotting of hooves of wood and the door opened. “Hel-” The butter yellow pegasus mare within the doorway froze much in the same way a deer freezes when it sees a predator.

“You’re Fluttershy right?” Ember asked.

The mare squeaked.

“Great! So, you know a lot about animals.” Ember nodded.

This only somewhat broke the mare from her state. “Yes.”

“So, do you know about thestrals?” The dragon asked.

“Eep!” Fluttershy squeaked with a blush on her cheeks.

“Is that a yes?” Ember frowned, somewhat confused by the mare’s reactions.

The mare only squeaked again.

“So, you don’t know about thestrals.” Ember huffed.

Fluttershy squeaked again. The blush deepened.

“Could you speak up?” The dragon said with a groan.

“U-ummm… T-twilight m-might have a-a book?” The butter pegasus managed to get out at barely more than a whisper.

“Oh.” Ember blinked. “That’s all I needed to hear.”

As she turned to leave a bunny hopped out and kicked the back of her leg, which she didn’t even notice.

“Hey boss.” Gilda announced as she pushed open the thick oak door of the pub. There were a few patrons, then again the pub had just opened, it’d pick up by evening.

“Gilda! You’re not due till later. Wha’ brings ya in?” The tiny stallion asked as he turned back towards his cooking.

“Well, one, lunch, and two, what do you know about thestrals?” Gilda asked, pulling up a stool at the bar.

“Oh, ye actually showin’ interest in Dig? Good on ye lass.” Stud looked back at her.”Mmmm, aye thestrals are tricky beasties. I don't know much about them in general, but I do know the one you've been clawing up has been clearing me out of stock every other night.” He chuckled. “He loves te drink.” He shook his head. “But that’s not really all that impressive. There was some big to-do up at yonder castle. Yer stallion was in the middle o’ it all.” He turned back to his cooking and plated some fish and chips. “Oh, and it might not mean much te ye, but he was the one who caught mah bitch ex in the cellar. Used his echolocating te find em. He’s got them sensitive ears, if ye get my meaning.”

“Uh huh.” Gilda nodded. “Think Sparkle would know anything?”

“With the library she’s got?” The small stallion set down the plate in front of a Diamond Dog. “No doubt.”

“Well I know where I’m heading next.” Gilda chuckled. “Now, how about some lunch?”

Ember was pissed.

It had been easy enough to find the castle. Easier to gain access to the library.

However.

All Ember could find was an old book on thestral culture. Pre-Unification, in fact. The problem was, it was written in Old Ponish.

Grumbling to herself, she stalked through the sections only to run into someone.

“Hey watch i- Gilda?!”

“Ember?!” Gilda asked, puffing up defensively.

“What are you doing here?!” They said in unison.

“Fuck you, I asked first!” Ember snapped.

“I’m here to find out about thestrals.” Gilda said with a slight pout.

“I knew it!” Ember pointed a claw at her.

“You better remove that finger before I find a place for you to stick it.” Gilda growled.

“Make me catbird.” Ember smirked.

Gilda snorted. “Why do you even want to know about thestrals in the first place?”

“I’m paying him back for everything, including the life debt.” Ember said proudly. “And you can’t stop me.”

Gilda blinked. “You too?”

Ember blinked at her. “What?”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m here.” The griffon nodded.

“So… we’re both… trying to pay him back?” Ember said slowly.

“I’m only doing it for the life debt! Nothing else!” Her feathers puffed out. “Honor demands it.”

Ember shook her head. “Griffons and their honor.” She looked at the griffon. “Have you found anything?”

“Beyond finding out that he can echolocate, his ears are sensitive, and he had something to do with some recent goings on here,” Gilda gestured a talon around, “not much.”

“That’s better than what I learned.” Ember groaned.

“And that is?” the griffon quirked a brow.

Ember held out the book. “That there’s a book on thestrals but it’s written in Old Ponish.”

“Well I can’t read Old Ponish.” Gilda deadpanned.

“Neither can I.” Ember grumbled, pouting a bit with a slight flush in her cheeks.

Both lapsed into silence before turning in unison towards the purple mare who was virtually vibrating in anticipation. She made to speak-

“Fuck the lecture, Purplesmart, you know anything about how to impress a stallion?” Gilda asked.

Twilight visibly deflated, thought for a moment, then perked up. “Oh! There’s a whole section back here!” She gestured at a corner of the library that was covered in a black curtain. “Nopony ever checks anything out, but it always ends up messy, oddly enough.”

Spike waddled by, pushing a cart full of books. “Eleven months and counting.”

“What was that Spike?” Twilight asked, confused.

“Nothing.” The small dragon sighed.

“Well, anyway girls, I’d recommend checking in there.” Twilight happily gestured at the curtained off area.

Both dragon and griffon looked at Twilight, then looked at each other, they shrugged in unison then made for the curtain.

“That innocent mare.” Gilda deadpanned.

“It smells like every book was used as a mastrabatory aid,” the dragoness agreed.

“Huh, I was going to say baby batter.” Gilda shrugged, picking out a book. On opening in her wings popped out. “How? How is that mare innocent?”

“Baby batter?” Ember asked, picking out her own book and sitting on a slightly stained chair. “I prefer nut butter.”

Gilda snorted. “The fuck?” She looked at the dragon. “Pearl jam.”

“Isn’t that some pony band?” Ember blinked.

“Huh, haven’t thought about that one.” Gilda chuckled. “That would explain some of their songs though.”

Ember suppressed a giggle. “Ugh, most of these look like their oriented towards stallions.”

“Yeah… we may be here awhile.” Gilda sighed. “Though if you get distracted and start spelunking for pearls, I’m going to hit you.”

“Oh, I dare you.” Ember smirked.

Gilda gave her a deadpan look and walked over to her.

“What you going to do catbird?” Ember said smugly.

Gilda raised a claw and brought it down to grab her tail. Ember gasped. Gilda squeezed. Ember moaned. Gilda blushed, met the dragon’s eyes, then squeezed harder. Ember let out a loud moan and spread her legs wide.

“D-don’t!” Ember panted. “Tail’s-”

“Sensitive?” The griffon raised a brow with a wicked grin on her face.

Ember nodded, her face paling as her blush turned her from blue to pink.

Gilda slowly started to squeeze. “G-gil-” Ember groaned slouching in the chair and spread her legs further. “G-Gilda!”

“Hmm?” Gilda asked, sitting on her haunches and taking the tail in both talons

“D-don’t… don’t stop….” Ember squeaked out.

Gilda smirked. “New plan dweeb. I think I got an inkling of how we’re paying that stupid stallion back. I just gotta deliver you to him on a silver platter.” She gave the tail a hard squeeze… then dropped it. The griffon smirked smugly then turned around.

There came a low growl from behind her. Suddenly Gilda was flattened as a dragon pounced on her back. “I was this close you- You-” The dragon roughly grabbed the griffon’s wings right at their base. The griffon’s breath hitched as her front half went down to the floor.

The griffon now had her flank in the air, with a dragon on her back gripping her wings. “D-dweeb, don’t touch my fucking wings!” Gilda tried to sound tough, but she sounded quite out of breath.

“Why not? You grabbed my tail.” Ember growled as she ran her claws up each wing.

“Oh f-fuck. F-fuck.” Gilda managed through grit teeth.

“How about I truss you up like the turkey you are and leave you on his bed, hmmm?” Ember asked as she dragged her claws down to the base of Gilda’s wings.

“Ember! You k-keep that up a-and this sections gonna have more stains!” Gilda panted loudly.

Ember paused. “You know… This spot is curtained off…”

Gilda looked back at the dragon. “A-and I just got an idea.” She grinned. “Why not truss the stallion up?”

Ember matched her grin. “And make him watch.”

Twilight trotted over to Spike. “They’ve been in there awhile, think they’re okay?”

“I’m sure they’re fine Twi.” Spike said as Twilight trotted away. “Surprised she didn’t notice the soundproofing spell…”

003 - Surprises come in many flavors

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Dig Site whistled a merry tune as he walked home. For once, he hadn’t been mauled by Gilda or Ember. He thought that with inviting them both to stay in his home, mainly so they’d have a place to live, granted...but still, the proximity should have meant that he was going to get at least one clawing.

Then again, they had blunted their slaps to include less tearing claws, so...progress was progress. The stallion pushed the door open and stopped in the doorway at the...unusual sight that waited for him.

Ember and Gilda were standing next to each other. Not weird in itself but they were looking at him strangely, almost hungrily. Also Ember was holding hoofcuffs. Both their tails swished madly.

“Hey Dig Site.” Gilda actually smiled.

“How was your day?” Ember also smiled.

“Oh, you know, just translating some of the journals I turned over to Twilight for a few researchers, nothing major,” Dig Site said, all without breaking eye contact with the oddity in the room. “What’s with the hoofcuffs.”

“We just have something special in mind.” Ember twirled the cuffs on a claw.

“That involves you.” Gilda nodded.

“Let’s just say that we thought of a way to pay you back for everything you’ve done for us.” Ember grinned.

“Well mostly her, I’m just paying off my life debt.” Gilda said, her feathers ruffling.

“Girls I’ve told you that it’s not a debt if it’s between friends and-” Dig Site had started talking just as Ember started moving towards him. He tried backing up, but Gilda had closed and locked his front door, leaving him to bump rump-first into it.

“Now we can do this the easy way.” Ember started.

“Or the hard way.” Gilda said into his fluffy ear, nipping it with her beak. That got a reaction from him.

The reaction of him sitting down, hard, and letting out a moan. Huh, so the bartender wasn’t full of shit, his ears were sensitive. Well, he shouldn’t have left himself open like that.

Gilda continued to nip at his ears as Ember moved in, yanked his fore hooves up and hoofcuffed them together. Ember then hauled him into her arms. Unfortunately that resulted with him on his back. Gilda then pulled out another pair of hoofcuffs and cuffed his hind legs together.

“I’m sure this is entirely unnecessary and-” Dig Site tried to talk his way out of this one. Gilda silenced him with another ear nip as Ember readjusted him under one arm. The other free one brushed his chest fluff, then ran down his stomach.

“Where is that claw goiIIIIING!” Dig Site yelped as it found its mark.

“How do you hide these?” Ember asked with a blush on her cheeks, rolling the weighty orbs in her claw.

Gilda got a free show as they walked up the stairs. “Tails are magical and horrible things, seriously why would you hide those things?”

“Girls, where are we going?” Dig Site managed to ask through his fierce blush. “And why is it necessary to fondle me?”

“Ember he’s not getting it.” Gilda huffed, there was more than a hint of irritation in her voice.

“He’ll get it, pretty soon here.” Ember grinned, squeezing the orbs lightly.

“I mean you weren’t like this this morning and-” Dig Site cut himself off as they pushed his bedroom door open. “What are you planning.”

Once inside, Gilda moved over to pull out a chair, which she set in front of the bed. Ember then sat him in the chair and Gilda pulled out some rope to tie his barrel to it.

“There we go.” Gilda nodded then climbed onto the bed. She rolled onto her back and spread her hind legs, making sure to have her tail laying flat.

Ember leaned in and nipped his ear. “Like what you see?”

The stallion was blushing so hard that his cheeks were practically red. And judging by the bulge starting to grow in his sheath, he did like what he saw. “W-what brought this on?” he managed to stammer out, still not able to take his eyes off of the sight.

“Well we spent the whole day trying to find out about thestrals, or just you in general.” Ember nipped his ear and ran her claw down to rub over the growing bulge.

“Long story short, we ended up going to Twilight’s castle to see if the library had anything. We ended up in the adult section because… well reasons.” The griffon chuckled. “Turns out we had similar reasons to pay you back. Well, that and things got a little heated.” She caught a talon in her beak as she slowly spread her pussy lips with a couple talons.

“I said it’s not a debt if it’s between friends and-”

Ember stuffed a ballgag in his mouth and tied it. “You talk too much.” She breathed into his ear while nipping it. That got him to moan into the gag and-

Okay. So...that’s how hung pony stallions were, huh? Ember had no doubts they’d both be walking funny tomorrow. If at all. And he was only starting to show.

With a final squeeze Ember walked over to the bed. She reached under it and pulled out a bright pink, double-ended dildo. She crawled onto the bed and stepped over Gilda. “Mind helping me lube up?”

“Thought you’d never ask.” Gilda smirked and sat up. He huffed a breath onto the dragon’s quivering sex, then ran her tongue over it slowly.

The stallion let out a muffled groan into the gag at the show, his cock definitely peeking out of it’s sheath now. At this rate, he’d be fully hard in no time, and they’d only just started.

Gilda used her talons to spread the dragons’s lips as she took the dildo from the dragon. The dragon’s legs shook a little as the griffon swirled her tongue around Ember’s sensitive pink flesh.

Suddenly, Ember grabbed Gilda’s head and shoved her beak into her sex.

...And just as suddenly, Dig Site was grateful he wasn’t in there, because it looked like Ember was pent up and aggressive about it. It was still hot as fuck, though, as his boner would attest to.

Gilda moaned into the dragon’s pussy as she used her free talon to grab the dragon’s tail.

“Oh fuck! You bitch!” Ember cried out.

Ember’s claw’s now weakened, Gilda yanked her head away. The griffon, now free, spread the dragon’s dripping lips once again and roughly shoved the dildo in.

“Fu- Agh!” Ember shook as the griffon let go of Ember’s tail only to grab her thigh. Then Gilda pushed.

Well...Dig Site didn’t know what he was thinking when two aggressive creatures decided to grab him for sexual purposes, but he was grateful they were getting most of their aggressiveness out on each other. He doubted his body could stand the middle of their sexy tornado.

Gilda let go and laid back down on the bed. Ember for her part, panted, gasping for breath as she started to lower herself. Gilda spread her lips as the dragon put one claw on Gilda’s stomach, the other shaking as it lined up the dildo, that Dig Site swore was dripping. With a breathey huff, Ember pushed into the griffon. Said griffon grit her teeth and let out a shaky moan, her talon latched onto the dragon’s backside, squeezing hard. Ember let go as Gilda took more of the dildo, she shifted her claws to grip the head board, digging her claws into it.

Now Dig Site wished he wasn’t cuffed and tied to the chair. He wasn’t the strongest pony, and he wanted to be a part of what was going on now that they’d gotten to the good part. He could struggle, but that would just break his chair. He resigned himself to making a mess of his chair as his throbbing cock dripped pre and slapped against his chest in time with his groin flexing.

“F-fuck…” Gilda moaned and started to buck her hips slowly.

Ember grit her teeth and bucked her own hips in time with the griffons.

“E-Ember, dammit. Don’t- Just- Fuck Me!” The griffon cried as her talons dug into the dragon’s scales.

With a part-moan, part-growl Ember let go of the headboard as her legs buckled. She fell to her knees, stradling the griffon and shifting her claws to the griffon’s shoulders.

Both roughly rocked their hips into each other as slowly, the dildo disappeared between the pair.

Dig Site let out a grunt as he sat in his chair, and looking at him would have revealed a hard cock that would make most mares blush. Gilda and Ember had probably seen bigger though, considering that griffons and dragons were larger than ponies.

“Ember! E-Ember! Gonna-” Gilda grunted.

“Do it! Cum you bitch!” Ember panted, suddenly yanking away.

“E-Ember! F-fuck!” The griffon continued to buck wildly as the dragon continued to pull away.

Ember grabbed the dildo and pulled, yanking it out of both of them. She dropped it on the bed, then dropped onto the griffon. She used a claw to roughly spread the catbird’s lips. “Come on, you were there! Cum Gilda!”

“You- You f-first!” Gilda cried out, shoving a pair of talons into the dragon’s pussy.

Both shook violently, almost screaming as both their pussies seemed to flex. Then each shot out a small stream of liquid, grinding their pussies together as they did.

Meanwhile Dig Site continued to groan into his ballgag. They just left him here to watch and get hard at the show! How was this supposed to be paying him back? This was just torture.

Ember panted and shakily got off of Gilda as the griffon gasped for breath. The dragon’s legs shook as her juices trailing down her legs and tail, as she walked over to Dig Site.

Silently, breathing heavily, she took off the ballgag, untied the rope, then unlocked both sets of cuffs. After she did, she turned around, brushing his leg with her tail, and walked back towards the bed. She crawled onto it, and crawled over Gilda and laid on to over her. Both female’s pussies were pressed together, and both looked back at him. “So, Dig Site,” Gilda said, sounding slightly hoarse. “Which one do you want first?”

The stallion took a deep breath, which didn’t help, as it was laced with the scent of both griffon and dragon femcum. He shakily got to his hooves and started walking towards the bed. “So,” he said in a mostly-stable tone of voice. “This is your plan to pay me back?” No anger, no rage. Just a question. With maybe a hint of lust.

“Yeah.” Gilda nodded.

“You get to have both of us.” Ember bit her lip as her tail lashed back and forth.

“And… this probably won’t be a one time thing.” Gilda continued.

“Well then, the only thing I can say is…” Dig Site took another breath before his wings snapped open.

Then the batpony stallion jumped and landed on Ember’s back, his cock sliding between the pair of them and rubbing their clits as it passed between the females. “Who gets it first?” he asked in a cheeky tone of voice. “C’mon, one of you has to be quicker than the other~” He drew back and waited for a moment before he resumed teasing the pair of them by sliding his dick between them a few times.

“Dig!” Gilda groaned.

“Please-” Ember gasped.

“Just-” Gilda grit her teeth.

Dig actually stopped for a moment. “How about this then?” he posed. “I don’t want to leave either of you alone. So...I’ll give each of you ten thrusts, and then switch to the other. Sound fair?”

“Y-yeah…” Ember stammered.

“J-just fuck me… I-I’m s-still sensitive...” Gilda moaned.

“Gilda gets first dibs then,” Dig nodded, pulling back and angling his cock down until it met her pussy lips. And when he pressed in?

Gilda thought the toy would prepare them both for him. It did not. He was so much bigger.

“Oh fuck! O-oh f-fuck! S-slowly! I-I don’t think I c-can take it all-” Gilda stammered through groans.

It didn’t get him to stop. He just kept pressing, steadily, trying to push her limits. It bumped up against a barrier and Gilda’s breathe hitched loudly in a gasp. A loud, chirping squeak emerged from her throat as her walls rippled around his cock. He felt her get more slick, her juices trying to drip out of her thoroughly filled hole.

“Hmm. Okay then,” Dig noted. “And count starts now. One!” He pulled everything except the head of his cock back to the edge of her tunnel, and then slammed it all in at once, hammering against that barrier with how sudden it was.

Gilda cried out again, squeezing around him and almost sucking him in. Juices coated his cock and splattered the bedsheets. And that was only the first thrust.

Dig repeated his thrusting nine more times, each time drawing a new delicious squeak out of Gilda as he hilted as much as he could in her, driving the breath out of the bird with every motion of his hips.

“Ten,” he finally said, before pulling all of his cock out to drip free in the cool air.

Gilda was a quivering mess of fur and feathers. Her hind legs twitched spasmodically as her pussy still convulsed and leaked her fluids.

“Dig.” Ember spoke up, her voice husky. “That was so hot!” Steam wafted from her nostrils as her eyes met his.

“Ah, well it is your turn while the songbird recovers,” Dig pointed out. “So how about we go for ten and see how she’s do-”

The dragon bucked her backside up, grinding it against his cock. As she let go of Gilda’s shoulders, she put a claw on the griffon’s chest as she spread her pussy lips with the other. “Shut up and fuck me.”

“Yes’m,” Dig Site nodded. He’d have to be blind to miss this target. So he let his cockhead meet her spread lips and began pushing in, also showing off his size to Ember.

“Oooooh…. Yessss….” She groaned. Huh, he could actually sink the whole thing in her. Barely. He could feel a similar barrier kissing his cockhead as his groin met hers, their hips slapping together with a wet, meaty noise.

“So, time for ten thru-” he started to say.

“No.” The dragon ground her hips into his. “You’re going to fuck me until you cum.” She growled. “You don’t have to be gentle.”

“But, Gilda is-” he started to protest.

“Wants to watch you fill that dragon with so much cum her stomach bulges.” Gilda’s voice croaked weakly. “I wanna watch you wreck that dragon.”

Ember actually blushed. “Oh… fuck.”

...Well if they were in agreement…

Dig Site drew back and began hammering away to put construction equipment to shame. He drew back and then pistoned in within seconds of each action, kissing the end of her tunnel with every thrust, both ways. Wet slapping noises filled the air as more and more of her juices were spread around with every thrust.

“Fu-! Ah-! Ple-! Ju-!” Ember’s eyes were wide as she babbled with every thrust.

“Grab her tail.” Gilda croaked.

Ember’s eyes snapped to the griffon and showed a hint of betrayal, but mostly lust. The griffon smirked weakly, then grabbed the back of Ember’s head and kissed her, hard.

That was about when Ember felt her tail being tugged on with every thrust into her. Apparently Dig had heard the catbird.

Ember would’ve roared, were it not for the griffon’s beak in the way. Her claws dug into the griffon’s flank as her tunnel clenched like a vice. Dig’s hips and balls were suddenly sprayed with dragon love juices.

And yet, he wasn’t quite done with her. She wanted him to fuck her...well, that’s what he was going to do. He just powered through her orgasm, not stopping in screwing her as he wanted to see how quickly he could drive her wild.

Ember broke the kiss and cried out. “D- Dig! T-too F-fass-t G-gonna- A-aga-”

Taking this opportunity Gilda bit down on the dragon’s collarbone. And Dig just. Didn’t. Stop. He was close, though. Very close. He wanted to hear her scream nothing but pleasure.

“Ah! AH! AH! FU- AH-” Ember’s voice rose. Her back arched. Her tail stiffened.

She screamed as her entire body convulsed. Dragon fluids splattered Dig’s hind legs, Gilda’s hind legs and the bed. Her tunnel rippled wildly, sucking him in, milking his entire shaft.

That was all Dig Site needed. He pushed into Ember and held himself there for a moment as his shaft jerked and twitched, his potent load shooting up and into the dragoness as deep as it could possibly go. Ember’s stomach started to bulge as his seed began to ooze out from the dragon’s core.

A soft chirping noise and sprinkle of wetness on his hooves signified that Gilda had in fact came as well. “That was hot.” Gilda rasped.

Ember on the other hand stared glassy-eyed, her tongue lolling out of her jaws as she panted. Eventually the stallion pulled out of Ember and gently guided her to laying next to Gilda.

“Your turn,” Dig Site promised as he descended on the griffon, his cock still hard and coated in both dragon and stallion cum.

“Yes. Yes!” Gilda rasped, her eyes staring at the approaching cock, her legs spread wide in anticipation. “I want your seed! I wanna have your eggs!”

And then rational thought flew from her mind as her pussy was reintroduced to Dig Site’s dick molding her around it.

“Make me your brood hen!” The hen babbled. “Fuck me! Take me!”

Gods, was he trying to break her? The way he thrust so hard against her inner barrier, roughly, insistently. He held onto her hips and just kept thrusting like a machine!

Gilda’s babbling slowly shifted to squeaks, chirps, and growls as she seemed to never stop cumming. A hazy look was growing in her eyes.

“W-wings…” Came a throaty rasp. Apparently, the dragon had came to enough to utter two words. Payback’s a bitch.

Dig paused for a moment, before moving one hoof up to stroke at one of Gilda’s wings, to gauge her reaction to the attention.

A throaty groan interrupted her noises. Dig’s smirk turned evil.

And now one of his hooves was alternating the attention to Gilda’s wings, exploring each one to try and elicit the biggest reaction out of her. Hmm...what would get her to squeal and cum just from being touched?

Her wings twitched from every touch. Her back arched into his touch. And then Dig brushed against her wing’s base.

She audibly squawked, her legs went limp.

Jackpot~

The thrusting picked back up, it had been slacking off while the stallion was exploring her. But now the hammering was back on, and his hoof was stroking, groping, and teasing her wing base. He started on the left side before swapping to the right wing, just to keep her guessing.

Suddenly her whole body stiffened as her wings shot out straight and locked up. She let out a noise somewhere between a roar and an eagle screech. Her tunnel rippled, trying to milk him.

Well if she was so eager…

Dig started to fill up his second female of the night, injecting his cum directly against the barrier to her womb as he held himself firmly against that fleshy obstacle. Her stomach bulged out a bit, then cum started to drip out onto the sheets. A weak squeak managed to leave her beak.

Eventually the stallion ran out of cum to give, and pulled back his triply-cum slicked rod, letting the mess of his and Gilda’s juices stain the bedsheets and letting the hen fall to the bed. And right between the dragoness and the griffon hen, the stallion fell on his stomach, only adding to the mess that he would need to clean.

“Fucking...best present...ever…” Dig Site managed to say before he passed out.

Dig Site slowly came to. The memories of last night were trickling in one by one. He’d come home and...oh yeah. That might explain why he was sticky and had morning wood. He noticed that neither of the females were in bed. Wait, was that… Was somepony cooking?

The stallion slowly got up, noticed that he would have to burn these sheets, and walked down towards the kitchen. Well...maybe he could see if they were any good at cooking.

Gilda was cooking. Honestly. The griffon was wearing an apron and was cooking eggs at the stove. She made occasional chirping noises as Ember was slumped over her and was rubbing her wings.

“...Morning,” Dig Site said carefully. They...seemed to be in a good mood.

Ember whirled… or tried to. Basically her head snapped towards him and the rest of her kinda just followed. “YOU!” She snapped venomously. “You did this to me! Now I can’t fucking walk you melting pile of bat shit!” Her anger had the unfortunate effect of having her slide off the griffon. “If I could walk, I’d rip off your cock and choke you to death with it!” She cried from the floor.

Gilda turned as the dragon continued to swear on the floor. She trotted over to Dig, nuzzling his cheek. “Hi.” She almost looked… happy. “She’s just pissy that you fucked her so hard that her legs don’t work right.”

“I didn’t think that could happen!” Cried the floor dragon. “I swear to the Great Anu that if you tell anyone about this I will kick you so hard in those meat orbs you call balls that your great grand whelps will feel it!”

“Noooo!” Gilda gasped, her wings flaring defensively as she stepped in front of the bat pony. “I need those!” And there was the anger. He was worried he’d broken her mentally for a moment.

“I’m sure Ember will feel better after a massage,” Dig posed. “Just to get feeling back in her muscles.”

“No! No touching.” Ember snapped.

“Nah.” Gilda shook her head and- Wait, was that a choker? “Let her watch me snap this choker on your cock. Gilda wants her protein shake for the morning~”

“I um, what?” Dig blinked as he stood there, before the hen pushed him to sit on his haunches. His morning boner standing proud between his hind legs.

Gilda stalked forward and nuzzled his flared head. Then she licked from the flare to the base and all the way back up. She winked at him. Then she took a breath and opened wide. She gave a moan as she slowly descended his shaft. The choker stretched as she did, and, as she got to his base, it snapped. Then she moaned. The vibrations ran through his entire length. Despite his confusion, the stallion let out his own moan, giving the griffon hen a shot of his seed. It wasn’t much, considering how much he’d cum last night, but he did deposit it down her throat, huffing and panting at the sudden sexy turn the morning had taken.

Gilda pulled herself off him and sighed happily. Suddenly she moaned and twitched. Her talon coming away from her nethers slick with juices. “Heh, couldn’t resist.”

“...The pair of you are going to make my life interesting in all the right and wrong ways, aren’t you?” Dig Site managed to deadpan.

Gilda smirked. “You know it.”

Ember on the other hoof. “Fuck you!”

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Dig Site had wisely chosen to take the rest of the day out of the house. With an angry dragoness on the loose who was only going to become more mobile over time, he figured the best place to be was ‘anywhere but there’.

Almost unnervingly enough, Gilda had decided to come with him. The griffon was smiling as she trotted happily next to him. For whatever reason, she’d managed to find another choker, and was wearing it almost proudly. She was kinda acting like a schoolfilly.

“Seriously, it’s going to be boring,” Dig Site warned the hen. “Mostly me retracing my steps for the researchers so they can see all the work I did to find the site I did.”

“What, is it wrong that I just want to spend time with you? Because I don’t mind if it’s boring.” Gilda grinned.

“Don’t you have your own job to worry about as well?” the stallion pointed out.

“I go in the evening.” The griffon countered. “I already explained the recent circumstances. He said, and I quote. ‘Yer fine, bout time he got his rocks off.’”

“I’m outnumbered,” Dig Site muttered. “Okay, fine you can come with,” he finally relented. “Just don’t try anything while we’re there.”

“I can be good.” Gilda chirped, fluttering her wings.

“Says the hen that decided to suck me off and leave the dragoness who can’t walk at home in the same morning,” Dig Site deadpanned.

“I left her in bed.” Gilda mumbled.

“With any gems in arm’s reach?” the stallion raised an eyebrow.

“A few…” Gilda looked away.

Dig Site rolled his eyes. “You can stay for an hour,” he allowed. “And then you have to go check on her.”

“Fine….” Gilda groaned.

“...What, were you planning on dragging me off somewhere and doing things to me?” he questioned.

“No! No. No…. Maybe.” Gilda blushed.

“Lewd featherduster,” Dig Site commented as they neared the palace.

Gilda blushed even harder. “Mmmgmmmm...”

“Okay, so let’s do this thing,” Dig Site sighed. “Prepare to be bored.”

The stallion was right. It had been incredibly boring just watching and listening to his adventures. He didn’t get into any fights, he just went to where he thought there would be artifacts and dug them up. Nothing like those Daring Do books Dash liked to read at all. He was all research, account for differences, dig, find or not find, and repeat.

Though...something Gilda did notice about ten minutes in was that he was sitting at a high, not-see-through table. She could probably fit under there and… With a wicked grin she snuck under the table, playfully she nudged his hind hooves.

That was a sound she delighted in hearing, his breath hitching as he hit a higher octave. He’d noticed her.

She giggled softly and she nuzzled up his legs and let a hot breath waft over his balls. His sheath started to fill out as he tried to remain on-topic with whatever he was saying. With every inch it did, Gilda licked at the emerging rod. It wasn’t long before his ebony cock was hard and throbbing, nearly brushing up against the underside of the table.

Gilda decided to do something a little different. She shifted a little and wrapped both her talons around his rod and started to stoke slowly. Mmm...that seemed to work, judging by how hard his cock twitched and how much he started leaking that delicious, salty pre. With each drop, Gilda licked at the tip and got more of his flavor, which only incited his cock to spurt another drop. She wrapped her beak around his flare and swirled her tongue around, starting to jerk slightly faster.

Hmm, he was twitching pretty hard now. He was probably about ready to give her another shot of protein…

She grabbed his balls and lightly squeezed as she pushed her way down his whole shaft. Her choker snapped again as she got her dose of bat seed directly down her gullet, the stallion doing his best to control his reactions above her. Not like she cared at this point. She swallowed over and over, drinking every spurt.

It took a moment, but eventually Gilda noticed that every other pony had left the table except the one she had her mouth wrapped around. “What did you think you were doing?” Dig Site hissed.

She slid off his rod and giggled. “Making the meeting more interesting.” She peeked out from under the table. Yup, all the others had wandered off.

“They’re disseminating one of the journals I found,” he explained. “For all the good it’ll do them, the entries in it were written in code. Why did you feel the need to put my voice through the wringer?”

“For funzies.” The griffon smirked. “What, want payback?”

“I think it’s time you went back and checked on Ember,” Dig Site sighed. What he didn’t say was, before I jump you. As his twitching cock could attest to.

“Oh… fine.” Gilda gumbled, crawling out from under the table. She shook herself. “And I need a new choker… again~” As she started to trot away Dig noted the trail of hen juice dripping off her.

“This is gonna be a loooong meeting,” the stallion muttered, not looking forward to the rest of it to begin with, but especially not now.

Gilda made it inside without much incident. The thought of stallions smelling her excitement made her even more wet. “Ember?” She called out.

“I hate you!” Came a call from upstairs.

“There you are.” Gilda giggled and virtually bounced up the stairs. She found the dragon in Dig’s room, cuddled up into a blanket.

“You’re a bitch.” Ember growled.

“I know.” Gilda walked in and shut the door behind her. “So how are you doing.”

“My legs are shaking, I’m hot and cold all over, and I’m making a puddle on the sheets. What do you think?!” Ember snapped irritably.

Gilda trotted over and hopped onto the bed. “Sounds like last night started something.”

Ember growled and looked away with a blush.

“It was fun, wasn’t it?” She asked trotting up and nuzzling the dragon.

“N-No… w-well…” Ember shook her head. “I-it was just s-sex.”

Gilda tugged the blanket off. The dragon didn’t really stop her. “But it was amazing sex.” The griffon crawled closer. “Dig was hot. I was hot.” She chuckled and nuzzled Ember’s blushing cheek. “You were hot.”

“No I wasn’t…” Ember grumbled. “I-I’m not hot…. M’not even a real dragon…”

“Oh?” Gilda lightly grabbed her tail. “This says otherwise.” She gave it a light squeeze.

Ember gave a grunting moan. “J-just leave me i-in my misery.” Was her somewhat half-hearted grunt. “M’not worth it.”

“Don’t say that…” Gilda nuzzled her again, slowly running her talon from the tip to the base of the tail and back, getting a soft moan from the dragon.

“I-I got kicked out for not being d-dragon enough.” Ember refused to meet the griffon’s eyes. “I was a runt… E-eventually dad figured I was just a lost cause. He had other, stronger drakes.” She sniffed.

Gilda used her free arm to pull her into a hug. “Well I think you’re better off.”

“H-how?” Ember muttered with something faintly resembling hope.

Gilda started to lightly stroke and squeeze the tip of Ember’s tail. “Well… You’re smart. Smarter than me, at least. Ponies love smarts. And, I guess I do too.” She chuckled. “Your body’s to die for. I guess I was too pig-headed to see it at first.” She brought the tip up and licked it causing the dragon to shudder. “You’ve got beautiful eyes.”

Ember finally met her eyes. “I-I do?”

Gilda replied by kissing the dragon, who slowly relaxed into the bed. The griffon broke the kiss. “Yes, you do.”

“B-but M’not strong.” Ember tried to protest.

“Compared to ponies, compared to me, you’re a beast.” Gilda nipped Ember’s neck.

Ember bit her lip. “D-don’t… Don’t tell Dig…. I-I wanna tell ‘m. Promise me.”

“Promise.” Gilda nuzzled her cheek again. “Now… Wanna show how strong you are?”

Ember looked at her as the griffon laid back on the bed and spread her legs. Ember’s breath hitched and she slowly crawled over to the griffon.

“Gonna dominate me?” Gilda winked.

“No…” Ember shook her head. “No…” She leaned in and kissed the griffon as a claw dragged down the griffons chest. She felt the griffon’s stomach flex as she neared her prize. Her claws ran over the wet and quivering lips. She pressed between them and the griffon moaned into her mouth. Suddenly, she felt Gilda’s talons squeeze her leg, before trailing up to roughly push into her own needy dragon core. Ember groaned into the griffon’s beak as she pushed her claws deeper into the griffon’s somehow still tight snatch.

An idea struck her. She broke the kiss and pulled away. The griffon beneath her was breathing heavily, her face flushed red and her eyes filled with need. With a whine from the griffon, she slipped her claws out. Ember actually winked at the griffon, then coiled her tail around. Grabbing the tip sent a jolt of electricity up her spine. She squeezed the griffon’s talons inside her as she lined the tip of her tail up with the griffon’s slick pussy.

Gilda’s eyes widened. Ember just smiled and shoved her tail inside the griffon.

Both cried out.

As the tail pushed in, it started to stretch the catbird. The dragon for her part, moved her claws to grip the griffon’s shoulders.

Gilda wrapped her free arms around the dragon’s back and buried her head in Ember’s shoulder. Ember shuddered, having to focus on just pushing her tail. The tip hit something and Gilda yelped.

“Sorry.” Ember said quietly.

“M’good… m’good…..” Gilda squeaked a groan.

Ember nodded and slowly the dragon tugged her tail up until just the tip was inside. Then she pushed in. She tried to remember what Dig had done. That only made her squeeze the griffon’s talons. “More.” Ember grunted.

Gilda nodded and pushed a third talon into Ember, causing a delightful moan to release from the dragon. Gilda slightly tugged her talons out, then pushed back in, matching the dragon’s tail deep inside her. This caused the dragon to shudder as she pulled out faster and slammed back in just as fast.

Ember was starting to lose it. How had she never used her tail like this before? Not even on herself? The shocks from her tail and talons in her made her climax build quickly. If the contractions inside the griffon were any indication, Gilda was close too.

“A-Almost-” Gilda gasped.

Ember yanked her tail out and slapped it against the griffon’s soaked henhood. At the same time Gilda yanked her talons out, spread her lips, and tugged at the dragon’s clit.

Both saw stars. Both their breaths caught in their lungs.

The sheets were suddenly soaked in a mixture of hen and dragoness cum as Ember’s legs gave out and she collapsed onto the griffon.

The only sound in the room for a few minutes was just heavy breathing.

“F-feel... better?” Gilda asked.

“Th-think… Think I’m… g-getting there…” Ember panted. “Th-thanks…”

Well, after the morning excitement, Dig Site managed to get home without anything else happening. The stallion whistled a little tune as he walked through the streets, nodding at ponies in turn. It was a bit of a walk out to his house, but he’d asked for the far house, so he’d deal with it.

Dig Site opened the door and walked in. “I’m home~” he sang. Oddly enough, this was met by silence. That was weird. Where were the girls? They should be here. Well, Ember at least. Gilda he wasn’t sure about. “Girls?” he called out. “Ember, Gilda?”

There came a pair of groans from upstairs.

“Dig….” Came Gilda’s voice. “Yay….”

“We’re… in your room…” There was Ember. “Sorry…”

Did. Did Ember just apologise? After last night, he still expected her to make good on her threats. Still, the stallion crept his way upstairs and peeked into his room from the doorway. The griffon and the dragon were laying next to each other, they actually appear to be cuddling.

“Hi.” They said quietly, both glancing up at the stallion.

“I...see you’ve gotten along well,” Dig Site said carefully. He didn’t see any reason for the dragon to apologize.

“Yeah…” The griffon smiled.
“Though we kinda messed your sheets up… again….” Ember actually blushed.

“Ah.” Well that would explain the scent. “Well it’s fine. I’ve got the other set back from being washed, so I can just change them.” Dig Site carefully walked into the room and yup, that was even more potent scents of griffon and dragoness.

“Oh… good.” Ember looked away.

“She was feeling kinda down.” Gilda explained. “I helped. But she might need an injection of stallion seed to properly start feeling better.”

Ember blushed, pouted, and didn’t meet either of their eyes. Yep. Shy Ember was adorable.

“Tell you what, I’ll consider it,” Dig Site joked. “But I think its about time for some griffons to go to work.”

“Awwww….shit…” Gilda groaned and rolled off the bed. She stretched like a cat and fluttered her wings. “Right. Think I should rinse off or should I just head to work smelling like dragon?”

“Dragon might make them more intimidated.” Ember said quietly.

“Tell them you laid low a mighty dragon, what hope do they have of intimidating you?” Dig Site joked.

“Fuck Yeah!” Gilda puffed out her chest and strutted out of the room with a grin. Not long after the sound of the front door could be heard.

Dig Site shook his head and turned back to Ember. “So...are you doing okay?” he asked the dragoness. “I remember something about somedragon saying they were going to tear me to shreds earlier this morning.”

“M’okay…” The dragon mumbled. “M’sorry.”

“Aww...I can’t stay mad at you,” Dig Site cooed, crawling up onto the bed and nuzzling the dragoness.

“Th-thank you D-dig…” She started to sniffle. “I-I don’ deserve it…”

“C’mere,” the stallion said, sitting up and helping her sit up as well. Then the stallion cuddled the dragoness, keeping her scales close to his fur and letting her lean on him.

“‘M a b-bad d-dragon…” Ember mumbled.

“Who told you that?” Dig Site questioned. “Cuz they’re wrong. You’re a pretty, smart, gorgeous dragoness, and whoever attacked you back near the Dragonlands deserves to have their own head shoved up their ass until they can see what they ate for breakfast.”

“Th-think… Think you could do that to m’ dad o-or brothers?” Ember asked softly.

“...Wasn’t your dad the really big one?” Dig Site posed.

“Y-yeah. M’ a runt…” The dragon sniffled again.

“Hey, runts can grow up into being something beautiful as well,” the stallion cooed, looping his forelegs around her back. “They just need specialized care and understanding.”

“Dragons… don’ really do care an understanding.” She nuzzled her face into his chest fluff.

“Ponies do~” Dig Site sang as he kissed the top of Ember’s head.

Ember actually giggled.

“There we go!” Dig Site smiled. “Who’s my adorable sapphire scaly friend~”

He could feel her face flushing. “Meh…” She said into his fluff.

Dig Site slowly laid Ember down on the bed and crawled up her body, ending up with his muzzle nearly booping her snout. “Who’s a pretty, gorgeous dragoness that honors me with her friendship?~” he cooed.

She slowly met his eyes. “M-me…”

Dig Site sighed and just laid atop the dragoness, idly running a hoof in circles on her chest scales. “See, was that so hard?” he questioned. “Just gotta be more positive about yourself.”

“No…” She shook her head. “C-can you help me?”

“Hmm...maybe,” Dig Site mused. “Don’t move,” he told the dragoness, before crawling off of her and flipping her over. Now he was laying to her side, whispering in her ear and-

That was his hoof stroking her tail. “Who’s a pretty girl~” he cooed.

She shuddered. “M-me....”

“Who’s a smart, beautiful dragoness~” Stroke, stroke, stroke.

She started to squirm. “Mmmm- Me…”

Dig Site hugged her with his free hoof while his other one kept stroking her tail. “Who needs to stop beating themselves up because their father was an idiot?”

She sniffled, flexing her claws as she continued to squirm under him. “Me.”

“And can you guess who is the sexiest dragoness I’ve ever met?” Dig Site questioned Ember, lightly tugging on her tail now.

She jumped at the tug. “Ah!- Me!”

Dig Site smiled at that. “There, see? You already know the truth, you just need a little…” He tugged her tail again, “reminder to keep it fresh in your brain.”

“I-I get it…” Ember nodded, chewing her lip.

“Well, I guess my work here is done,” Dig Site said, letting go of Ember’s tail. “A happy dragoness is one that’s not breaking things, after all.” He made to get off the bed and walk away…

Ember blinked. Then snorted. She rolled off the bed and wrapped her arms around his barrel. Then she leaned back and virtually suplexed him back onto the bed. She leapt on after him, looming over him, her dragonesshood not far from his face. “You’re gonna finish what you started lovercolt.”

...Okay then. Well...he could deal with this.

Dig Site’s forehooves hooked around Ember’s hips and brought her down so that her pussy met his muzzle fully. And then he introduced the dragoness to the wonders of a thestral tongue.

It was long and whip-like, but with the proper control, which he was not lacking, he could probably make her think that she was an idiot to not have demanded this sooner. His tongue shot to the back of her tunnel in a flash, before it started fucking corkscrewing inside of her. It hit everywhere, including spots she wasn’t aware were sensitive!

Ember gasped for air as her breath continued to hitch with every new sensation. She grabbed his head and roughly bucked her hips into his muzzle. “Oh- my- Anu- Fuck- Yes!-”

Hmm. Well, his grasp on Draconic wasn’t rusty, so maybe he could try out a game?...

If Ember were paying attention, she would notice that the tongue inside of her was tracing out patterns. If she were really clever, she would be able to figure out that they were writing out letters in Draconic. And from there, it wasn’t hard to figure out that Dig was writing out her name inside of her.

Her eyes started to widen. Without actually saying anything Dig was moaning her name with his tongue. Her tunnel walls clenched at the thought, as she ground her hips into his face.

Wait...what he was writing was changing now…

Beautiful
Gorgeous
Intelligent
Sexy

He paused for a moment to let her take it all in.

Suddenly she jerked away, panting as her pussy dripped onto his chest. “Do you mean all that?” She gasped.

“I speak nothing but the truth,” the stallion said once he’d slurped his tongue back into his mouth. Mmm, she tasted spicy, like fire, and sweet, like sugar.

Ember lowered herself, propping herself up on her knees and dragged herself back to grind her soaked pussy against his sheath. She pushed a claw into his chest, then leaned forward and kissed him as she continued to grind against him.

Mmmph! Well, if she was still interested in him...and still interested in being on top, then who was he to judge? He just hoped she didn’t break him.

She continued to grind, sliding up his shaft as it started to protrude. She had to break the kiss with a gasp as her slick lower lips kissed his flared head. She met his eyes and spread her lips wide with a claw.

Dig Site was being a good stallion and holding himself still, even if he did so desperately want to buck upwards and sink himself into the dragoness. If she wanted control, she could have it.

Ember bit her lip, liking watching the stallion shake as he tried to control himself. She took a breath and wrapped a claw around his shaft, she felt him jump as she did. She made sure he was properly lined up then slowly sank down onto his shaft. “Oh… Yes….”

The feeling of her warmth, hotter than any other, slowly slid down his shaft. It was a contradiction in and of itself. It was so hot that Dig Site thought he would cook, but also wet and slick enough to help her slide down his whole shaft. The stallion let out a groan as she hilted herself on him.

She groaned, noticing the flare bulging out of her stomach. With a breathy growl she pressed a claw into that bulge. She hissed a breath in as she did, his shaft twitched inside her. The twin groan of the stallion as he laid there, completely at her mercy with his shaft filling and stretching her...it was invigorating. She didn’t pull up, she only barely moved. With a lusty grunt she started to rock her hips against his, slowly tensing and untensing her walls around him.

“We going...slow today?” Dig Site managed to ask through his haze of lust.

“Got… a problem with that?” She groaned, grinning toothily. She leaned in as she rocked her hips, lightly nipping an ear. That got him to groan again.

“Just thought...you wouldn’t want to again after last night,” Dig Site managed to get out.

“Last night got rough and fevered.” Ember groaned into his ear as she nipped his jawline. She made sure to give him an almost teasing squeeze with her walls.

“F-fair point,” the stallion groaned, his shaft constantly twitching and leaking inside of her. “Bu-but if you take too long, we’ll miss dinner.”

She grunted. “Mmmm fine…” She rose up to his medial ring and dropped back down. However it had the unintended effect of jolting her, widening her eyes as he slammed into her barrier. “Gah!” She pulled up and dropped again. “Ah!” And again. “F-fuck!” Each rise and fall only seemed to make her want to go faster. She started to drool as her claws gripped his shoulders.

“Th-That’s a bit fast for-” Dig tried to point out. Not that he wasn’t enjoying it, but if she kept going at this pace…

She roared as she gave one final slam onto his hips. Her walls squeezed around him like a vice as his hips were spraying in dragoness cum. Her walls contracted and rippled almost demanding his seed.

Something she got, as his shaft gave one last, mighty jerk, before it started injecting the dragoness with his load right up against her womb. The thick seed bubbled up to the barrier and demanded entrance. Which was granted as the dragon’s belly grew until white seed spurted from her nearly corked entrance.

Ember gave shuddered, gasping breaths as she leaned back. She had the happiest of smiles on her face. Then she slumped forward and landed on the stallion beneath her. “This time….” She croaked into his ear. “I won’t mind not being able to walk… W-worth it….”

Huh. Did that mean she couldn’t, now, or wanted him to make her unable?

...Either way, Dig Site was happy to oblige~

“Take me…” She whispered, nipping his ear. “Now, while I’m sensitive.” She breathed. “Fuck me senseless….”

“Yes’m,” Dig Site nodded.

Gilda got home and, on walking in, she knew what had happened. With a grin she walked upstairs and peeked into Dig’s… their room. Ember’s ass was in the air, cum dripped from her pussy and splattered onto the sheets. The dragon had a glassy, I’ve had my brains fucked out look on her face. Dig, for his part was lying next to her, breathing heavily.

“So… I take it everything went well?” Gilda asked.

“I’m...tapped out,” Dig Site said, waving a hoof like it was a flag of surrender. “She wanted me to break her.”

“I thought you might be. So!” Gilda retrieved a potion from her back. “Just in case. I got you something. You get it on one condition. Pick a room in the house.”

“Whyyyy?” Dig managed to roll so that he was looking at the catbird.

“So you can fuck me in it.” The griffon grinned. “What, you’ve never dreamed of pounding a mare in the shower, or on the kitchen table?”

“I don’t got any energy for that,” the batpony groaned, flopping back to lay flat on the bed.

Gilda trotted over. “Awww… Want some pep back in your step?” She shook the potion over him.

“Just let me die, I can’t keep up with you both,” the stallion moaned.

The griffon’s smile softened. “Yeah…. You may be right…” She stuck the potion back in her bag. “Want some dinner?”

“That sounds like a fuckin’ amazing idea,” Dig Site agreed. “...Might have to carry me,” he admitted.

Gilda giggled and lowered herself. “Climb on your mighty steed. After I drop you off, I’ll get Ember cleaned up, then I’ll make dinner. How’s that sound?”

“Gilda, marry me,” Dig Site said honestly.

She blinked. “You joking?”

“Nope,” the stallion said honestly. “You, me, and scale-ass makes three. We’ll make it a herd and spend all day in the home fucking my brains out.”

Gilda blushed furiously. “A-and what do you think about chicks, foals, whelps, eh… children?”

“They’re adorable,” the stallion answered without missing a beat. “My mom would be happy for grandfoals to spoil.”

“Well... “ He feathers puffed up as she smiled, still blushing. “I-I w-will… Y-yeah.... I’ll marry you.”

“Great!” Dig smiled. “Now let’s get the house somewhat sane again, yeah? Give me like...half an hour to get my strength back, and I’ll help out around the place. For now…” He shuffled onto her back and hugged her around the neck. “To the dinner table!”

Gilda trotted out of the room. “Don’t be surprised if I throw wedding ideas at you.”

005 - Making omelettes, laying eggs

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Life had...well, settled down eventually for the strange threesome. Gilda would regularly tease and taunt Dig Site every morning at the very least. Ember would always be the coy one, trying to pretend she didn’t keep tying the stallion up to the bed every afternoon and riding him until something broke. And when Gilda came home, she cared for them and the house and got a nice, gentle filling that still left her feeling full.

A month passed this way, in a delightful, blissful haze.

Though Dig Site started to notice something. The bellies of his ‘mares’ were starting to swell, and not in the normal way.

“Hey Dig?” Gilda asked. “There’s something we need to tell you.”

“Sure, what’s...up?” the stallion asked. This was not the normal way he woke up. Usually it was to the feeling of Gilda snapping another choker off.

“Well, you know our mid-fuck ramblings about eggs?” Ember asked, sounding a little shaky.

“And us having your children?” Gilda smiled nervously.

“Yeaaah, I thought it was just dirty talk,” the stallion said slowly.

“Yeah… turns out that it’s a bit more than dirty talk….” Gilda winced.

“You’re… ummm… You’re gonna be a dad….” Ember said with a bit of a squeak.

Dig Site did the only reasonable thing a stallion in his position could do.

He blacked out.

He came to on the couch, sandwiched between the griffon and the dragon. Oddly enough, they weren’t doing something to molest him. That was a tad concerning.

“Girls?” Dig Site mumbled. “I had the weirdest dream. You said you were pregnant.”

“... Please don’t pass out again.” Ember said quietly, sniffling.

“She’s been a bit emotional.” Gilda nuzzled his cheek.

“Oh. So...not a dream then,” the stallion noted distantly. “Um. Well, finances aren’t a problem. It’s the space, I don’t think we have room for kids in the house as it is. We’ll need to make it bigger. I think there’s a construction company in town?”

“So… You’re not mad?” Ember asked.

“Surprised, yes,” Dig Site said with a nod. “I wasn’t expecting kids so soon. But how could I be mad at either of you? I’m fairly certain neither of you planned this.”

“No!” Ember jumped, squeezing his shoulder.

“The getting pregnant thing just sounded sexy.” Gilda replied.

“So um...are the both of you going to lay eggs then?” Dig asked. “I’ve never...done this before,” he admitted.

“Yep.” Gilda nodded.

“Though, we haven’t either, obviously.” Ember chewed on her lip, nervously.

“Well, let’s start with the basics,” Dig stated. “How long will it take before you lay the eggs?”

“Seven months for griffons.” Gilda explained.

“Eight for dragons.” Ember added.

“After laying the eggs will need to be kept warm and will hatch after another two months.” Gilda continued.

“For dragons, the eggs need to be kept hot, like in a fire, if you want to hatch them. They’ll hatch in about a month, maybe more depending on how hot the source is. I’ve heard that a blast furnace can hatch eggs in a couple weeks.” The dragon rubbed her belly as she spoke. “If you don’t want them to hatch, then the eggs will harden and go into suspended animation. Then they basically last forever. Just throw them into a sufficiently hot enough source and they’ll hatch.”

“Okay, so with Gilda the eggs need to be kept warm or else they die, and with you,” the stallion poked Ember’s nose, “We can wait on flooding the world with more dragons.”

Ember giggled at the poke. “Sounds about right.”

“Wanna know about clutches?” Gilda asked.

“What’s that?” Dig asked with an ear flicking in curiosity.

“Basically how many eggs we’ll lay in total.” Ember explained.

“Oh. Well it’s not like you can add to the number, right?” Dig asked. “I mean, you get one set at a time like the rest.”

“Right.” Gilda nodded.

“I should be laying at least three.” Ember rubbed her belly once again.

“And I should have somewhere within two to eight. Can’t really be accurate with griffons, depends on the strength of the seed of the father.” Gilda shrugged. “I’m pretty damn sure you have some strong seed. See, it’s probably not what you think. The stronger the father, the less eggs there are. I.E. a smaller, but stronger nest of chicks.”

“So either way you get to insult me?” the stallion joked with the hen. “If you have a lot, I’m weak. If you have a few, I didn’t give you enough of my strong seed.”

“No!” She swatted him with a talon. “If I have like two or three then your spunk is like steroids. If I have one…. Oof…” Gilda shuddered.

“Challenge accepted,” Dig Site said seriously.

“Eh?” Gilda blinked.

“Nothing,” the thestral smiled before turning to Ember. “Any reasoning behind your egg-laying?” he questioned the dragoness.

“Ummm…” She blushed. “Two to three tends to be normal for dragon clutches. Most clans tend to gather all the eggs together to heat them, whelps are normally community raised. There are exceptions for nobility.” She looked down again.

“Whelp, they already were going to be my princesses,” the stallion joked, making Ember choke out a laugh. “What I meant was, is there anything to the number of eggs you lay like there is with Gilda? Does more mean stronger dragons, or should I be expecting only one egg out of you as well?”

“Well certain bloodlines can bear stronger whelps. Like some times you get a dragon with a different kind of breath, or one with stronger wings, or better eyes, or just generally smarter than the standard whelp.” Ember hummed. “The dragons of the past used to separate by color and keep to themselves, warring on each other and other races for resources. But over time the colors mingled and you get what you have now. Glorified fire-breathing idiot lizards who focus on the past more than the future.”

“Well shit.” Gilda blinked. “Hey, hey Ember.”

“What?” The dragon looked at the griffon. Said griffon leaned over the stallion between them and caught the dragon’s lips with her beak. They held for a moment before breaking.

Gilda smiled warmly at Ember. “I’ll make you a bet. I lay a single egg. And you lay two that are the demi-gods of whelps.”

Ember’s eyes widened and now it was her turn to kiss the griffon.

“Okay, that’s hot,” Dig Site spoke up from between them. Oh right, he was right between them, wasn’t he.

They broke the kiss and looked at each other, then at him. Gilda spoke up. “How good are you with your hooves?” as both laid a talon and a claw on either thigh.

“I’d like to think I’m proficient,” the stallion answered, rising to the challenge.

His “broodmares” grinned at him.

It had been a week since Gilda and Ember had announced they were pregnant to Dig Site.

A long, torture filled week. Apparently some mares at the hospital had gossiped around that mares shouldn’t have sex while they were pregnant, stating it had to be bad for the foal yet to be.

But the ladies Dig Site lived with weren’t one to stop pleasing themselves just because they couldn’t have his cock. They turned to each other, and once they were sated...tormented him.

They both said that, while sex with a pony during pregnancy is probably damaging, eggs are multiple times more sturdy. This didn’t stop him from saying no, repeatedly.

As a way to get back to him, he’d find them in all sorts of situations. Molesting each other on his bed, tribbing in the bathtub, Ember eating out Gilda while said griffon cooked breakfast.

So it made things very difficult.

He really couldn’t take much more.

“Well, ye look like shite.” Stone Stud slid the Dig Site a beer as the bat pony sat at the bar. “If ye wan’ Ah can adopt ye, then ye’d ‘ave the las’ name Stud.”

“No, thanks,” the stallion muttered. “I’m just getting tired of not having sex with the girls, and they’re torturing me for it.”

“Boyyo, why aren’t ye turning their lady parts inte raw meat covered in mayonnaise?” Stud deadpanned at the larger stallion.

“Heard a rumor through the grapevine that you’re not supposed to have sex with the mare, or in this case, hen, while she’s pregnant,” the stallion said, knocking back the last of his rum and shuddering afterwards. “Supposed to be bad for the foals. Even though the eggs are more durable, I don’t wanna risk it.”

“Where’d ye ‘ear tha?’” Stud raised a brow.

“Hospital during their checkup to make sure they have a baseline for later on down the pregnancy,” Dig Site said. “One of the nurses whispered it to me.”

“That’s a crock a shite.” Stud grunted, sitting down.

Dig blinked for a moment. “What.” Clearly that was still processing.

“Ye can keep fuckin em up until birth, not gonna hurt shite.” Stud explained with a chuckle. “Ah did it with ma ex, and the kids turned out fine.”

“Whaaaaat…” Okay, maybe the batstallion needed a more forceful rebooting.

“Boy!” Stud swatted his nose. “Do ye wan’ te go take yer mares?”

“Oh I want more than that,” the stallion glared at nothing in particular. He dropped some bits on the bar as he got up and strode out with purpose.

“Go get some ye mad bastard!”

“I- w-wish he’d just- fucking- fuck us!” Ember growled as she pinned Gilda to the kitchen floor and roughly fucked the griffon with her tail, while simultaneously tugging on the griffon’s wings.

Gilda, for her part couldn’t speak, being that her senses were being overloaded from the aggressively horny dragoness.

There was a loud thud, the very same sound that a door being kicked open would make.

Ember turned at the noise. All Gilda could do was moan and drip onto the linoleum.

“There you are!” Came Ember’s cranky growl. She blinked. Wait, the Dig Site that had left to go drinking was cowering and trying to avoid ‘hurting the eggs’. This stallion seemed...more sure of himself.

Ember yanked her tail out of the griffon as she shakily got to her feet. “Dig? You ok-”

That was about as far as she got before Dig Site took her and roughly threw her onto the couch. He cast a look at the twitching ball of feathers and snorted. He’d be back for the other one later, he had a handbag to break in.

Ember gasped, her face turning a nice shade of pink. “W-what has g-got in to y-you?” She didn’t know where this came from but she loved it.

“Shut up,” Dig Site muttered as he held one of Ember’s legs apart from the other, quickly lining up his cock with her slit. “Cocksleeves don’t talk.”

Then he filled her. All at once.

Ember roared, cumming immediately. Her body shook violently as she did.

“What a needy bitch, cumming right away,” the stallion muttered, starting to thrust into her in just the way she liked it. Fast and hard to make her think she was just being used. Maybe she was. “Don’t worry, I’ll fuck all your brains out. The only words you need are ‘Yes master’.”

“Y-yes!” The dragoness stammered out. “Yes Master!”

“Good little bitch,” the stallion praised her. Wait, he was stopping, why was he stopping, what was he doing?

He pulled out of her cunt and rolled the dragoness so she was laying on her stomach. He then lifted her tail and hey! That did not go there!

“W-wait! M-mas-” She tried to get out. But that just incited him to hold her by the hips with his other hoof as he thrust in, spearing half his cock in her ass in one go.

“Mmmph, you’re even tighter back here,” he rumbled approvingly.

“Master… Please….” Ember begged. “H-harder….”

“Oh don’t worry, my scaly little cock puppet,” the stallion said, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “All of you is mine. I’ve had your cunt. Now your ass is going to be claimed by me.” He inched forwards slowly. “Who owns you, bitch?” he asked of the dragon beneath him.

“Y-you do! F-fuck! Y-you do M-master!” Ember stammered out as she was pressed into the couch. “M-master, may I… t-touch myself?”

“Hmm…” Dig Site seemed to think about it. “I’ll allow it for a minute or so,” he eventually relented. “I might be inclined to let you do it longer if you told me your name.” His cock was close to bottoming out in the dragoness. “What’s your name, pretty?”

Ember’s claw shot up to her snatch, roughly shoving a pair into her lips. “A-Ah! I’m Y-your c-cocksleeve! Your b-bitch! Y-your pet!”

“Very good,” Dig Site purred in her ear, holding himself as deep in her ass as he could go. “Though I think you missed ‘broodhen’ but that’s fine.”

“N-no!” She gasped pushing a third claw in as she roughly shlicked. “I-I want to b-be your b-broodmother!”

“Mmm...you just want to have a hoard of eggs, don’t you?” the stallion teased, slowly drawing his cock back.

“O-only if th-they’re yours! I-I want your whelps!” She almost sounded like she was begging.

“And you’ll have them,” the stallion promised. “Just do me one thing.”

“A-anything!” She cried.

“Survive,” was all the stallion said.

Gilda had a good view from the floor of the hour-long ass-fucking Ember got after that. Dig Site just didn’t stop pounding her, and Ember’s expression got more and more silly as time went on.

The griffon trotted out after he was done with the dragoness. Said dragoness laid on the couch limply, staring off into nothing, her mind simply a haze.

“Holy dam-” Was all she got out. Then Dig Site turned to her and pounced! He pinned Gilda to the ground and had his hooves on her wings, teasing her and getting her ready.

“Sh-shit! I-is it m-my turn?” Gilda groaned, bucking her hips from all the attention.

“Mhm,” Dig nodded. Wait, his cock didn’t go there! What was he doing!

Gilda squawked loudly as her talons dug into the carpet. His flared head parted her asscheeks with ease as the rest of his shaft started to sink into her.

“See, you’ve only managed to take up to my ring before,” the stallion pointed out. “But what if I do this, hmm?” The ring was fast approaching thanks to how slick his cock was.

“Yes! Yes! Do it! Make me take all of it! Please! I need it! I need you inside me! All of you!” Gilda babbled loudly, twitching her hips as she scratched at the ground.

“Sure,” Dig said. “Just tell me one, little, thing. What’s your name?” He whispered the last part to the griffon.

“I’m your feathery cocksock! Your personal protein dumpster!” She slurred as she came.

“My bitch, my pet, my little cockslave?” Dig teased, pushing the ring against her ass and holding himself there.

“Yes! Yes! Anu yes!” Gilda’s wings were painfully stiff as she continued to soak the carpet.

“Well then…” Dig paused dramatically before shoving himself forward. “Let’s see how much you can take and if you deserve those titles~”

“All of it! Please! I need it!” She cried with a squeak. “Make it fit!”

There was a definite bulge in Gilda’s stomach as the cock strained to not break her and fit inside her. There was only half an inch outside of her ass, and Dig was prepared to say that was good enough, even though their hips hadn’t met.

Gilda’s hind legs twitched as she started to push back into him. “N-need! All of it!”

“Bitch, you’ll break yourself,” Dig warned, but watched anyways. She seemed determined.

Agonisingly slowly, she slid back until his hips met her ass. “M-master… C-cum with m-me…” She begged.

Dig laid on her back, idly playing with her wings as he whispered in her ear. “Who owns you?” he questioned the hen. “Say it loud enough that the town can hear.”

“DIG SITE!” She shrieked like an eagle, making a mess of his hind legs.

Then she felt it. His cock twitched inside her, and his warm, life-giving seed was being pumped into her ass, flooding it and going back up through her. The griffon started to cough, only for a splat of seed to come out.

“Hah!” Dig chuckled. “Let’s see if we can’t do that again, hmm?” He bounced his cock inside her again, sending another spurt inside her.

Gilda coughed and spat up more seed.

“You really are my personal cum-dump,” the stallion chuckled. Wait, wasn’t he done cumming? “And I have a week’s worth of seed to pump through you~”

“G-give it to me…” Gilda groaned.

“You’re going to regret that,” Dig promised as his balls twitched. “Tell you what, if you manage to keep some of it in, I’ll fuck your pussy~”

“I-I c-can…” She moaned, weakly clawing at the carpet. Another glob of cum forced its way up her throat. She clamped her beak closed with a talon, groaning. How much cum did he have in there?

Well. Gilda looked like a feathery water balloon, and his living room looked like it had been painted white by foals.

Ember finally came to. She blinked, looking around in a daze. “What happened here?”

Ah, the scaly one had recovered. Dig Site walked over to her and kissed her hungrily, letting his cock slap against his belly as he considered a round three.

“Mmmph!” The dragoness squeaked and briefly broke the kiss. “H-how are you still going?”

“Didn’t I tell you cocksleeves don’t talk?” the stallion raised an eyebrow at her. “Spread ‘em. For being such a good girl, you get to get ruined.”

Ember moaned as her legs spread. “Yes… master.”

The night was long, and full of moaning and much sexual relief.

“What did you do to yourself?” Nurse Redheart asked, deadpanning.

“Us.” Gilda and Ember spoke up.

“Of course.” She facehooved. “Should’ve guessed since you two needed to get pumped.”

“They got pumped alright,” Dig chuckled.

“No sex for a week! For any of you!” Redheart pointed at all three of them. “I swear I will force feed you pills to kill that libido if I catch a hint of something like this again!”

“Oh, don’t worry nurse, this won’t need to happen again,” Dig Site nodded once, sagely. “Right girls?”

“Yes master.” They said in unison.

Redheart snorted. “Now you two can go home.” She gestured to Gilda and Ember.

“Uh, nurse, what about me?” Dig Site asked.

“You’re staying here.” Redheart actually smirked. “You broke your pelvis. You need to be observed.”

...This was going to be a long stay, wasn’t it?

006 - Dig Site, layer of dragons

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The time Dig Site spent in the hospital was both Paradise and Tartarus. Every so often, either Gilda or Ember, or both, would visit him. Usually Redheart was there to observe their interactions.

On the rare instance where they managed to sneak in when she was off-shift, the girls would do...things. Wonderful things. Unspeakably good things that probably set his recovery back every time they got away with even a bit of it.

But Redheart must have had a pervert-sense, because she showed up just when things were getting good and chased them out whenever they managed even a minute together, leaving Dig Site alone and hard.

He didn’t even know where they got those outfits. Or how Redheart was able to blast them with a hose on the second floor of the hospital.

“They show up any more and I’ll start adding days.”

Needless to say, Redheart wasn’t happy with any of it. Dig Site whined at the very idea.

“It’s not like I can control them while I’m strapped down to the bed,” he pointed out.

“But you’re their master right?” She raised a brow. “So, order them to stay home.”

“Gilda has a job, but I see your point,” Dig Site sighed. “Okay, fine, I’ll try to tell them to leave me alone so I can recover.” Goodness only knows if they would listen.

“Knock knock.” A voice said causing the pair’s attention to move to the door. A small-ish dragon with orange scales, purple spines, and teal eyes was peeking in. “I heard some bat got himself hurt.”

“Aheh, yeah,” Dig rubbed the back of his head with a hoof. “Iiiiit was more of a case of pent up sexual frustration coming out and backfiring on me.”

“You don’t say?” The dragoness grinned.

“Smolder, what are you doing here?” Redheart groaned. Oh, apparently the dragoness had some history here.

“What?” ‘Smolder’ whined. “I just want to make conversation.”

“So long as you two only talk. I’ll leave you two alone.” Redheart groaned, “I have other patients to check on.”

“Don’t have to worry about me.” Smolder said innocently. Redheart left and Smolder walked in. She sat in the chair next to his bed.

“Is she gone?” A familiar voice popped up from the open window. Gilda and Ember peeked in, grinned, then crawled through the window. Smolder noted the swollen bellies, clearly bearing eggs.

“Ember, Gilda, no!” Dig Site groaned. “You can’t keep doing this! If Redheart catches you here, I’ll be kept longer.”

“She’ll wha-” Ember clapped her claw over Gilda’s beak.

The dragon then noticed the other dragon in the room. “What’s she doing here?”

“Hi. I’m Smolder.” Smolder waved.

“She’s just here to see me, look,” Dig glared at the pair. “You have to leave me alone. If you make my self-inflicted injuries worse, it’ll be longer before I can come home. Consider it an order if you have to.”

Ember grumbled then sighed. “Fine… Master…” She grumbled and dragged the clearly pissed griffon to the window and tossed her out, before leaving herself.

Smolder looked at Dig. “Master?” She raised a scaly brow.

“It’s...just a game we play,” the stallion thought quickly. How old was she anyways?

“Sure, game.” She rolled her eyes and smirked at him. “You look concerned.”

“How old are you, kid?” the stallion asked her bluntly.

“Twenty-one.” Smolder smirked.

“Ah.” Well, if she asked he’d probably have to explain it.

“So, games?” She asked, leaning back in the chair and crossing her arms over her chest, while she uncrossed her legs.

“Ah,” Dig repeated, looking away. “I, uh...might’ve said a few things while ruining those two.” He glanced back and then stared out the window. “I might’ve made them call me their master,” he admitted. “While...fucking every hole they had until they couldn’t walk. And then I couldn’t walk because of pain, so I had to wait for them to recover to go get help.” He wistfully looked at the ceiling. “I think Gilda’s still cleaning the living room of all the cum that went right through her…”

“Welp. That’s pretty fucking hot.” Smolder chuckled, though her cheeks were flushed and she seemed to be breathing a little heavily. “They’re lucky. Though it sucks that you’re stuck here all alone with nodragon to keep you company.”

“I think every time I get a visitor, Redheart gets the hose ready,” Dig Site pointed out. “I can wait as long as it takes to recover. Especially if the ‘master’ thing stuck and they actually follow orders.”

“Well, I could always keep you company. I can get you things, ferry information to your dragonesses, suck you off, chat, go for food runs, you name it.” She shrugged with a grin, propping her legs up so her feet were on the chair, her knees rested against her chest. She leaned back a bit and he got a full view of her small dragoness hood nestled between her feet. “Anything you want.”

“...I get the feeling you have an agenda,” Dig pointed out as he managed to get one eye looking at the doorway. “And that if you actually followed through on it Redheart wouldn’t let you visit anymore.”

“What? Me? I didn’t say anything.” She grinned. “And, I’m just trying to be nice.”

...This was gonna be a looooooong week.

Smolder was flying back to her friend’s house, unfortunately that was the only place she could bunk unless she wanted to start working for her money. And ponies didn’t like to hire a dragon that looks mostly like a kid.

There was a whoosh and she yelped. A set of claws and a set of talons were around each arm as she was dragged off.

It didn’t take long to get to a house, it didn’t seem particularly special.

She ended up being dumped off on the couch.

“Why were you in our stallion’s room?!” Ember snapped, her face inches from Smolder’s

“Whoa there!” Gilda tugged the larger dragoness away. “Chill. She’s not trying to steal Dig.” She paused. “You’re not right?”

“No!” Smolder yelped.

“Good.” Gilda said with a slow breath.

As the pair calmed down, Gilda making sure Ember didn’t tear her in half, Smolder noticed something still very noticeable over the scents of cleaning products. This house smelled like sex. It seemed mostly Dig and that was almost intoxicating. The smells started a burning itch in her nethers.

“Hey kid.” Gilda snapped Smolder’s attention, back to the griffon. It seemed the dragoness had grumbled and stomped off upstairs.

“I’m twenty-one.” Smolder deadpanned bluntly.

Gilda blinked. “Really?”

“I get that a lot.” Smolder rolled her eyes. “Yes, I look young, it sucks, can we move on?”

“Sure.” Gilda sat on her haunches. “So, before Ember got jealous, we initially had a question for you.”

“Shoot.” Smolder shrugged.

“So, we can’t go back to the hospital now. Entirely our fault since our stallion’s supposed to be recovering.” Gilda rubbed her eyes with her talons. She looked at the smol dragoness. “However, you can.”

“What, you want me to spy for you or something?” Smolder smirked. “Would I be passing notes between the three of you?”

“That’s not too far off.” Gilda admitted. “Also, sorry in advance for everything, we’re both kinda hormonal and I think we might be a tad addicted to him.”

“Okay.” Smolder shrugged.

“Now I- Wait, what?” Gilda blinked.

“I’ll do it.” Smolder said. “On one condition. I want in.”

“You want… in?” Gilda blinked in confusion.

“Yeah.” Smolder nodded. “This. Your herd.”

“Whoa, what?” Gilda leaned away.

“You heard me.” Smolder crossed her arms over her chest.

“...Why?” Gilda asked a little hesitantly.

“I just do.” Smolder snorted.

“Ooookay…” Gilda narrowed her eyes. “What do you know about sex?”

“Everything.” Smolder smirked.

“Oh, everything.” Gilda nodded, looking impressed. “That’s something.”

“Yep.” Smolder said confidently.

“Well, fill me in.” Gilda smiled.

“Wut.” Smolder blinked.

“Fill me in. If you know everything then you can tell me what we’re missing in this relationship.” Gilda nodded and leaned in towards the dragoness. “So, tell me, how do we spice up our sex life?”

“W-well… You… ummmm….” Smolder blushed. “You… ummm….”

“You don’t know anything.” Gilda deadpanned.

“I don’t know anything.” Smolder wilted.

“Right.” Gilda leaned back, crossing her talons over her chest. “So… Want to?”

Smolder’s eyes widened. “Absolutely!”

“Right, well now I need to go have a chat with Ember.” Gilda sighed. “You.” She pointed at the dragon. “Stay here.” She pointed down. “I’ll be back.”

Dig Site sighed. Well, they actually seemed to be listening to him. And according to Redheart, it would only be a few more days before she’d let him go. She was glad that she didn’t have to watch for Ember or Gilda anymore. Though...he did seem to have gained a different draconic admirer.

“And how’s our recovering stallion?” And there she was.

“Hey Smolder, how are my girls doing?” the stallion waved at her with a wing.

“Pent up and missing you, but other than that fine. Gilda’s work is going well and Ember actually started organizing and calculating the worth of your stuff in the basement. Though for some reason she doesn’t like being down there alone.” Smolder said, walking in, sitting down, and swinging her legs back and forth. “And how are you holding up?”

“Bored as Tartarus, but I’m fine,” the stallion sighed. “I mean it’s my groin that’s injured, not my hooves. Haven’t they heard of a book around here?”

“Oh!” She reached into the bag she brought with her. “Here.”

“Hmm?” Dig Site raised an eyebrow, before smiling widely. “Oh sweet salvation, something to do!” he cheered, taking the book from her. “You, are a lifesaver,” he praised the small dragoness.

“You’re welcome! I have a few other things if you want them.” Smolder smiled.

“Oh, like what?” Dig replied, putting the book to a side for the moment.

She just held out the bag. “Take a look inside.”

Dig Site picked the bag up and blushed crimson the moment he looked inside. “Ah...how...did you sneak any of this past Redheart?” he stammered.

“Very carefully.” She said smugly, giggled, then said. “I tossed it through a window.”

“...Don’t give the girls ideas,” the batstallion shuddered, passing it back to her.

“Thanks.” She grinned and set it down. Then she gave him a sidelong look. “Say….” She chewed her lip for a moment. “How’s the recovery going?”

“Eh, I’ll be here for a few more days while they fix the fractures in my bones fully,” the stallion shrugged. “It hurts to even consider moving my hind legs.”

“Awwww…” Smolder cooed. “Anything I can do to help?”

Dig Site gestured over to one corner of the room, where a jar of some sort of cream lay. “Redheart was supposed to smear that on my legs half an hour ago,” he admitted. “Guess she’s busy. It helps with the pain.”

“I can do that.” Smolder offered, hopping off her seat.

The stallion watched her spread the white cream over her claws, before the dragoness hopped up onto his bed and wandered over to his flank. “Now be careful,” he said. “The bones are still fragile.”

Smolder actually shook a little. She took a breath and slowly spread it over his flank and legs. “How’s that?”

“Ooooh, I can already feel it working,” Dig cooed, practically melting into the bed.

“Good.” Smolder sighed. “That’s good. Anything else I can do while I’m up here?”

“Just be sure to get both legs evenly,” the stallion muttered as he practically turned to putty under her claws.

“Right.” She continued to rub down his leg, before switching to the second one. That elicited a moan that made the small dragoness blush.

“Hmmmm…” She gulped. “Does… that feel good?”

“It’s heaven,” the stallion muttered. “Honestly, you’re a lifesaver all over again…”

She ran her claws up his leg towards his flank. “W-well you’re welcome.”

“Gonna have to thank you somehow,” the stallion murmured.

“I-I could think of something…” She muttered, trying to concentrate.

“Mm?” Dig flicked an ear at her.

“Oh! I was just coming to do that!” Redheart’s exclamation made the small dragon jump.

Smolder whirled. “Sorry! H-he just asked!”

“Oh, it’s fine. Thanks. You saved me a trip.” Redheart smiled happily. “If you did more of this, then I wouldn’t have to throw you out for loitering around the hospital.”

“I wouldn’t mind helping him out.” Smolder smiled weakly.

“Well, I’d appreciate it.” Redheart nodded and turned to leave. The last thing Smolder heard was. “That’s much better. Nothing like his mares.”

“So… Want me to continue?” Smolder asked.

“Nah, you got everything already,” Dig answered easily. “Too much is just as bad as too little.”

“Alright.” She hopped off the bed and wiped her claws off on a towel. Then she bent over to grab her bag, raising her tail as she did, which drew Dig’s eye. He couldn’t look away, even as he blushed at the sight. Poking out of her snatch was a light blue dildo, and poking out of her ass was a white dildo. Then Smolder stood up. She turned to look at him. “You’re blushing.” She walked towards him and whispered in his ear. “Stage One is not dropping them.” Then she nipped his ear. With that she turned and walked out.

...Ohhhhh boy, this was going to be Tartarus all over again.

“And how are you feeling today?” Smolder asked as she occasionally shifted in her seat. “B-by the way, the girls MISS you.” She shuddered. She was acting very strange. She glanced towards the door and hopped off the bed. For a sec her legs buckled then she walked over to him. She winced and moaned softly. Her eyes met his. “H-heh. Guess what?”

“What.” Dig stated more than asked. He’d gotten used to these sessions and both loved and dreaded them.

She leaned in, “E-Ember said I-I ah- I-I was ready for a vibe…” She squeaked. “I-It’s proximity based. B-based on h-how close I am to y-you… I-I don’t m-mind being this close.... Y-you’re so fuzzy.”

Smolder had been like this all week, doing various things to try and tempt him into extending his stay. She somehow convinced Redheart that she was so helpful that she could have the door closed. She read erotic letters from his girls, told him in detail of what they were doing to her, what they’d do to him when he got back, even on the rare occasion, told her her own fantasies about him. There was something oddly sweet about how much she was doing for them.

“W-what d-do you think?” She asked breathily. Her legs were shaking.

“I think you’re trying to steal a kiss to see how powerful that thing between your legs can go,” Dig said with dry amusement.

“C-can’t b-blame a-a girl f-for t-trying.” She gasped and bit down on her claw for a second. “B-but i-it’ll n-never be as p-powerful a-as you….”

“Tell you what,” Dig smirked at her. “Close your eyes and count to three out loud. If you’re a good girl and don’t peek, you’ll get a surprise.”

“O-okay.” Smolder replied breathlessly, closing her eyes. “O-one. T-two. Th-three.”

On ‘three’, Dig Site pulled her close and kissed her stomach...right over her womb and the buzzing vibrator. Smolder squirmed in his grip, her legs twitching and spasming as she let out quiet squeaks. A few drops hit the floor.

“Mmm, such a good girl,” Dig Site chuckled, letting her go. “Oh, some good news. I should be getting out tonight, assuming everything’s healed right.”

“G-good….” Smolder had to hold onto the bed, her legs weren’t working right. “C-can I-I be your good girl tonight?”

“Assuming you can make it home, sure,” the batpony chuckled.

Smolder took a deep breath in. “I can do it! I can do it.” A little stiffly she marched out of the room.

Well...this was slightly depressing. Nobody came to get Dig Site when he was released. Still, he knew where his girls would be. Smolder had only been talking about it all week. He flew home (doctors orders, stay off the legs as much as possible for another week, and if he had to have sex, be the bottom) and opened the front door.

There was the scent of lit candles. That was a first. Probably a first in the entire time he’d lived here. There was also the sound of the fireplace crackling in the living room. That’d probably be where they-

As soon as he walked in he had to blink to make sure he was seeing what her was seeing. Ember and Gilda had Smolder pinned between them and they were alternating pumping into the small dragon’s holes.

The stallion cleared his throat to get their attention. “Ladies,” he greeted them when they looked at him, well two did. “I admit that’s a tasty looking sandwich, but care to explain the role of the filling tonight?”

“Dig! Hi! We’re celebrating.” Ember grinned, never losing pace with the smaller dragon.

“Guess what we’re celebrating.” Gilda giggled, lightly squeezing the smol dragons ass.

“Well, I’m not sure if it’s my return or not,” the stallion admitted. “Care to enlighten me?” He walked over towards the scene playing out and sat down on his haunches, his boner already growing at the sight before him.

“Well obviously we’re celebrating you, dweeb.” Gilda rolled her eyes.

“We’re celebrating the new member of the herd.” Ember grinned.

Smolder looked over at him, and through her clear haze, she smiled at him. “S-Surprise!” She squeaked.

“Well while I would love to initiate her myself, I’ve been told I can’t take an active role in sex for another week, to let my bones heal up some more,” Dig commented, though he did spread his legs to put himself on full display. “So, if she wants my approval...she’ll have to earn it.”

The girls stopped, earning a whine from the orange dragon. The pair pulled away and the dragon dropped to the ground like a puppet with her strings cut. The girls stepped back and sat down.

Smolder got up shakily. “You might want to lay down.”

Dig Site chuckled and rolled onto his back, his cock jutting up from his crotch like a spire of stallionness.

Smolder walked up to him. It seriously looked like it was the size of her whole torso. She stared in awe.

“You sure he’s not gonna kill her?” Gilda asked, sounding slightly concerned.

“She’ll try and won’t get anywhere,” Dig Site said confidently.

The small dragon set her jaw. She rolled her shoulders and popped her neck. Then her eyes narrowed. She stepped up and over him. His shaft actually rubbed up against her. The flared head ground into her lips. “Okay.” She breathed and slowly pressed down. His flare strained against her pussy, only to finally push inside with a pop. And she. Was. Tight.

“Sweet Luna, what have you been feeding this girl?” Dig Site grunted as he lay there, not able to come to grips quite yet with what she was managing to do.

She lowered, inch-by-inch. Her face was screwed up in a mix of concentration, lust, and a small amount of pain.

“How?” Gilda’s voice asked, sounding stunned.

“I-don’t-know!” Dig grunted. This made no sense but he couldn’t stop her now.

“Just- Just you wait.” Smolder managed through grit teeth. “You’ll get to m-mold m-me around you. M-make me y-your p-personal cocksleeve.” She actually growled and pushed herself down harder.

“Ember talk some-some sense into her before she huURTS herself!” Dig managed to grunt out. How? How was she so far down already? She should be ripped in half!

“You know… You remember what I said about rare dragons the other day?” Ember sounded honestly impressed.

“Oh, Bullshit!” Gilda cried. “So, what she has a Magic Pussy?”

“Yeah. I mean, weirder things have happened.” Ember acknowledged.

Smolder really wasn’t paying attention. She was panting now, not in pain, but in need. “I-will-take-all-of-you.”

Okay, Dig Site didn’t know how she’d managed to make it to the ring, but she had to stop. There was no way there was more space in there. He tried to reach up and take the small dragoness off of him…

Smolder’s eyes snapped open as she grabbed onto his hoof and tugged.

“See, I’ll show you.” Ember now loomed over the dragon.

“Ember!” Gilda snapped.

Ember put her claws on Smolder’s shoulders and pushed.

Smolder suddenly saw stars.

Dig Site came instantly, filling the tightest snatch he’d had so far with all his pent-up seed from a week’s worth of teasing and her tormenting him.

Smolder panted as her ass sat on his balls.

“See?” Ember pointed at the griffon. “I told you.”

“How- What- Bullshit!” Gilda snapped more in shock than anger.

Dig’s eyes opened and he looked at the dragon. Other than a small bulge in her lower stomach, she seemed perfectly normal, although she was shaking.

“You’re...going to explain this later,” Dig Site huffed as he lay there with a dragoness affixed to his crotch.

“Y-you’re not mad, r-right?” Smolder squeaked out. “S-sorry… ad-adjusting.”

“No, you’re fine,” Dig said, patting her leg. “Just...you’re not in pain, right?”

“N-nope.” Suddenly her legs gave out and she flopped forward onto his chest. Not an inch slipped out. “You… feel… amazing!”

“...You’re gonna make me walk around with you like this, aren’t you,” the stallion deadpanned.

“That I wanna see.” Ember grinned.

Smolder pouted, propping herself up on her elbows and lightly raised her hips. “You’re saying.” She dropped them back onto his hips. “You don’t.” She raised them again. “Want that.” She dropped them again. “To happen?”

“...Girls, I found a new cocksock,” the stallion said simply as he watched the determined little dragoness go to work on what she could. “And unlike you, she’s small enough to be worn as one.”

Smolder pushed herself to a sitting position. She bit her lip and squeezed her tunnel. “Ember…” She groaned. “C‘mere…”

Ember knelt next to Smolder. “What you brave little dragon.”

“Mmm mmm.” Smolder shook her head. “Stand up.” Confused, the larger dragon agreed. The moment she did. Smolder latched onto her thighs with her claws and shoved her face into Ember’s crotch. Causing Ember to gasp, then groan.

“Well this is going well so far,” the stallion in the group groaned. “Fuck, she’s tight. Seriously, you could crush gems in her pussy.”

Smolder moaned as she started to rock and bounce on his shaft as her tongue explore the larger dragon’s snatch.

Ember groaned and grabbed onto Smolder’s horns.

Immediately Smolder squealed and shook, rocking and bouncing faster.

“Whatever you did...don’t stop…” the stallion grunted as he did his utmost to not move. “She just got twice as tight.”

Ember squeezed Smolder’s horns. Said small dragon tried to cry out, but her mouth was around Ember’s pussy. It only resulted in Ember cumming down the smaller dragon’s throat. Smolder roughly rocked her hips back and forth, which only resulted in her getting another load of cum injected directly into her deepest depths.

“F-Fuck...she’s sucked two loads out of me and isn’t bulging at all,” Dig moaned.

“Now.. we- j-just need t-to get her to c-cum.” Ember gasped as the smaller dragon continued to tongue-fuck her. She growled and roughly squeezed Smolder’s horns.

Smolder’s whole body shuddered and started to twitch. With a muffled moan, Dig felt the telltale squeezing of an orgasm. Unfortunately, he had nothing left to give to the small dragoness, so he just laid there and let her put his dick through the tightest, wettest vice it had ever been stuck in.

Smolder eventually stopped twitching, starting to slump down a bit. Ember hooked her claws under the smaller dragons shoulders and tugged. Smolder slowly came off with a loud *shlorp*. Funnily enough, there wasn’t a mess coating Dig’s dick, except for the sheen of Smolder’s juices.

“Oh, she’s self-cleaning too.” Gilda commented.

“The faq is she keeping it all?” Dig asked with a blink to clear his head. “She’s got two loads and her stomach’s flat!”

Ember’s brow furrowed and she pressed down on the dragon’s stomach. There was a soft moan, but nothing came out. She looked at Dig and shrugged.

“...If she gets a clutch and doesn’t swell at all, I’m throwing in the towel,” the batpony warned.

“Where are we putting her?” Ember asked.

“Fuck it,” Dig moaned, rolling over and pushing himself to his hooves. “Cuddle pile in the room.”

“Yay cuddle pile!” Gilda cried. “By the way, that was hot.”

“Come off featherbrain.” Ember rolled her eyes as she picked up the out of it smol dragon.

Dig Site woke up the next day to...an argument.

“Listen! This is the daily thing!” That was Gilda.

“But I want to be his sock all day!” And that was Smolder.

“You’d probably end up killing him.” Gilda replied.

“They’d been at it for awhile.” Ember grumbled, pulling him into a hug. “I just wanted to sleep.”

“Seconded,” Dig grumbled, nuzzling the larger dragoness.

“Unless…” She nuzzled his cheek. “I could cockblock them?”

“I mean I’m not allowed to do anything so I can’t stop you-”

“Oh gladly…” Ember started to rub down his chest. “They’re gonna be so mad.”

007 - Inflating the numbers

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A week had passed. A delicious week of Dig Site being home and following the rules of his doctors. He was a good stallion, he stayed off his legs as much as possible and let the girls engage with him. This usually meant that Ember and Gilda tried to think of new and interesting ways to test Smolder’s limits. Ember dubbed Smolder, or Smolder’s pussy, the Hammerspace Dragon. It turned out dick wasn’t the only thing it could fit. She unintentionally, on Dig’s part at least, was used as a carrying case for all sorts of things. Smolder would just have to find somewhere private so whoever could retrieve the needed item. Over the week she upgraded her title to Pussy of Holding.

An example of Smolder’s testing went as such.

“Okay.” Ember rested her claw on a dark purple pillar. “We special ordered this thing. It cost poor Dig some bits.”

“I swear I’m just curious.”

“Of course you are sweetie.” Ember glanced at the stallion. “This is the size of an adult dragon.”

Smolder smirked at the towering latex dragonhood. “I’m ready.”

A few minutes later.

“Well I’ll be damned.” Ember admitted with raised brows. “Took less time than I thought.”

Gilda stared blankly at the small dragon sitting atop a pair of latex balls almost bigger than herself. “... I need a drink. Anybody need a drink?”

At the end of the week and after a subsequent checkup, Dig was diagnosed, good as new. Though it was recommended that he not shatter his own pelvis again in the future.

“Aaaah,” Dig breathed easier once he was out of the hospital. “Glad that’s over with. Now I can go home and defuse the latest crisis.”

On getting in, Ember met him at the door, it also seemed that she didn’t want to let him inside. “Hey! How was the visit?”

“Doctors say I’m healed up, good as new,” the stallion said, trying to edge around the dragoness. “Okay...what’s going on?” he questioned when she blocked him.

“Noth-”

A loud squeaking moan came from inside. “Ah-ha! How do you like that you little munchkin! Don’t. Steal. My. Fish!”

“I’won’t’I’prmisss…” Came the moaning slurred sentence.

“Dammit…” Ember faceclawed.

“...Ember, is Gilda doing something to Smolder,” Dig asked, well, stated really. “Do I need to discipline the catbird?”

Ember just stepped aside. Dig strode forward into the dining room to see what awaited him there.

The griffon was elbow deep in the small dragon, gripping Smolder’s left horn and squeezing. The catbird noticed Dig. She blinked, then grinned as she reared onto her hindlegs, hefting the squirming dragon up. “Say ‘ello to my little friend!” Smolder gave a particularly loud squeak. “What a whiny little puppet, you are!”

“Gilda, we talked about this,” Dig deadpanned. “Stop abusing the midget just because you can. For all you know, she’ll suck you in.”

Gilda blinked and looked down at the dragon. With a tug, her talon came free, then she dropped Smolder.

Smolder got to her feel shakily. “M’good. M’good.” She shook herself. “That was interesting. Not bad though…”

“Yeah, well I don’t want you to get interested in shoving griffons up your cunt, they’re all pointy bits,” Dig joked.

Smolder shivered. “Nope, nothing pointy please.” She blinked. “Hooves aren’t pointy.”

“True,” Dig nodded, wondering where she was going with this.

“Care to try?” Smolder smirked at the batpone.

“I like being on this side of the portal-pussy, thanks,” the batstallion deadpanned. “So, what was happening before Gilda treated you like a puppet?”

“Smolder stole my fish.” Gilda pointed at the small dragon.

“I speared a piece with a fork.” Smolder grumbled, rolling her eyes.

“...So the issue is not enough food?” the stallion raised an eyebrow.

“Gilda grilled up some fish that she got from Stud. Smolder speared a piece and ate it.” Ember explained, leaning against the kitchen entryway. “We’re fine on food so far, though we’ll need to go shopping in a day or two.”

“Fine, fine,” Dig Site rolled his eyes. “Hey squirt, wanna go for some ice cream while we leave grumpyguss and scale-ass together?” he asked Smolder.

The orange dragoness gasped, wiggling her balled up claws. “That sounds great!”

“Hey Dig, do I have permission to punish catbird?” Ember asked.

“Sure, go nuts,” Dig nodded as the smaller dragon climbed onto his back. “Oof, careful there,” he told Smolder. “You’re not exactly light.”

“Awww… Are you calling me fat?” Smolder teased.

“No. Dense.” Gilda called out.

“Fat comes later,” Dig promised as they made their way to the door. “Assuming you can even carry eggs that is.”

He felt her quiver. “I want eggs sooo bad….”

“Not in public,” the stallion chastised her as they left, hearing a final squawk from Gilda as Ember descended on her.

“What?” Smolder asked, leaning over to rest herself between his wings and on the back of his neck.

“Pretty sure most ponies are still gonna look at you like a kid,” the stallion pointed out. “And they’ll not take kindly to me ‘corrupting’ you if you go on about eggs.”

“Awww. I guess you’re right.” She hugged his neck. “Though…” She whispered in his ear. “What do you think about me wearing a school filly uniform?”

Dig gulped thickly before answering. “I think you’re going to give me a boner in broad daylight,” he answered quietly.

“It happens to every stallion sometimes.” Smolder giggled then whispered in his ear again. “I’m s-sorry sir. Is there a-a way I could make up my grade d-during detention?”

“Dammit Smolder, stop that!” Dig all but snapped at her. “We’re here for ice cream and nothing else!” Even as he said that, his face was blushing something fierce.

“Sorry Dig!” She chirped, hugging his neck tightly and nuzzling him while whispering. “Do you really want me to stop?”

“...For now,” he admitted.

“You got it.” She whispered lightly pecking his ear.

Dig Site paid for them both to have ice cream cones and they sat on a nearby bench, licking up the creamy treat. Smolder looked innocent enough, but the ice cream started to drip on her claws and face. The white cream rolled down her cheeks and muzzle.

Dig blushed at the similarities between the cold treat and something else she liked to have on her face.

She smirked at him as she finished off her cone, then made a show of slowly licking the cream off her claws and from around her muzzle.

Dig, on the other hoof, got an edge to his gaze at her. He opened his mouth and-

That was a lot of tongue. It wrapped all the way around his ice cream twice before yanking it into his maw.

Smolder’s jaw dropped as her legs clamped together.

Dig merely threw the empty cone into his mouth; best not to waste a good waffle cone. The crunch underlined his smirk at the dragoness.

“H-hey. Stay here for a few. I’ll be right back!” The dragoness hopped off bench and pointed off. The stallion shrugged as he laid down on the bench, waiting for her to do...whatever it was she needed to do. She grinned and ran off.

A few minutes he felt a tap on his shoulder. “Dig...~”

The stallion turned to see who it was.

Smolder was wearing a white button down shirt, a black tie, and a skirt that went to just above her knees. “How do I look?~”

“Like a proper schoolfilly,” the stallion complimented her. “Very cute.”

“Awww! Thanks!” She blushed. “Where to now?

“Well, if you’ve got everything you need, we can go home,” Dig mused. “Gilda should have learned her lesson by now.”

“Sounds good to me.” She nodded. “Wanna get up, or you good?”

“Yeah yeah,” the stallion rolled his eyes, getting off the bench and crouching so Smolder could have her ride back. She crawled on and situated herself behind his wings. Though, she was slightly damp.

“Huh. The clothes fresh out of the wash or something?” the stallion asked as they began walking back to his house.

“Which clothes?” She asked.

“Your panties,” the stallion pointed out as they neared the outskirts of town.

She leaned over and whispered in his ear. “What panties?”

Aaaaand that was his boner slapping against his chest. Dammit Smolder! Plus there was no way she didn’t hear or smell that.

“Want some relief…” She whispered huskily. “Daddy?”

“N-Not...in public,” the stallion groaned.

“What public?” She nipped his ear.

“Just...wait until we get ho-”

She bit down on his ear.

“-fuck!” the stallion hissed, nearly jumping and throwing her off. “Y-you can’t keep do-”

She grabbed his ears and ground her thumbs over the fluff. “Why not?”

“A-Anypony could walk by and see!” he managed to get out a full sentence.

“Anypony could come by and see.” She growled. “Though… We could make sure there’s no boner to see… And home’s not that far.”

“Smolder if you try to play ‘hide the sausage’ while we’re in public I-” the stallion started to threaten.

“You’ll punish me?” She breathed into his ear.

“I swear to Luna if you try to ride me before we get home I’m shoving Gilda and Ember up your cunt,” the batpony promised.

“Temp~ting.~” Smolder sang.

Dammit, he had to be close to home now! Just around this corner and-

There it was, salvation! Get in the door and he could get the lewd dragoness off his back!

“So close Daddy, almost there.~” The small dragon growled.

“You just stay put where you are,” the stallion warned her. “Once we get home we can-”

The dragon ground herself up between his wings.

“Don’t you dare!” the stallion warned. There wasn’t that far to go now. If he sprinted he could get to the door in seconds.

She swung around under him, pressing herself into him. His entire length was sandwiched between his underbarrel and a very hot dragon.

“Smolder!” the stallion said in a very un-stallion tone of voice. He could almost touch the doorknob. Just another second…

Smolder started to buck her hips against his base. He could feel her heat through the cloth of the skirt.

The door opened and shut around them, marking the pair’s return home. Dig panted heavily, leaning against a wall as he recovered from the sudden run.

“Dig? Smolder? How’d it go?” Gilda asked, peeking around the corner. “Wait, where’s Smolder?”

“She...is going to be punished when I get my breath back,” the stallion vowed, spreading his legs slightly so the hen could see the smaller dragoness clinging to his underside.

“Oh I see!” Gilda grinned. “By the way, Ember wore herself out. Punish her for me.”

“Yes…. Punish me Daddy….” Smolder groaned.

“That’s different… Not opposed to it.” Gilda admitted. “Want me to tug off the leech?”

“Nope,” Dig shook his head. “Smolder, initiate cock-sock protocol.”

Smolder gasped and crawled up him until her face was inches from his. “Sit on your haunches please.”

Dig nodded and sat down, spreading his legs for her to have easy access. Her lips kissed his flare. She looked into his eyes and smirked. “Care to do the honors?”

Dig rolled his eyes, but put a hoof to her head and started to sink her down on his cock.

“Ooooohohoho…. Yessss….” Smolder groaned, hugging his chest as she melted against him. Eventually their groins met and the stallion started to stand up...with her still suctioned to his cock. “S-so good…” She moaned.

“So. Just going to spend the day with her there?” Gilda asked.

“Nah...I’m going to keep her there until she falls off,” Dig chuckled. “Let’s see how many loads I pump into my orange cock-sock by the end of it, hmm?”

“Well, wanna go somewhere to put her to the test?” Gilda smirked.

“What did you have in mind?” the stallion raised a brow.

“Oh, well, we could make out and cuddle.” Gilda said nonchalantly. “While Smolder eats my cunt. Unless you can think of something better.”

“How about fucking her ass with that double-ended dildo?” Dig posed.

Gilda blushed. “The big one we got?”

“Why not?” Dig shrugged. “Meet you on the bed in five~”

“Gotcha!” Gilda snapped as her wings popped out.

“A-am I a good cocksock?” Smolder squeaked out.

“Oh, you’re about to be the best~” Dig murred down to her.

It had been a month and there was a surprising, or unsurprisng, lack of bulge from the small dragon. Except one day at breakfast…

Dig, Ember, and Smolder sat around the table as Gilda brought out more food.

“Who’s the best mother hen?” Gilda asked, her belly starting to show more.

“Well we all know what the rest of us are like if we try to cook, so winner by default isn’t much of a win,” Dig pointed out with a bit of dry humor.

“Awww. I’ll take it.” Gilda grinned, kissing the top of Dig’s head.

“I will tell you Gilda.” Ember spoke up. “You really know how to cook. You tried ba-”

There was a groan from the small dragon that made everyone look at her.

Suddenly.

~Fwumph!~

Smolder ballooned out, like an orange beach ball.

“Da fuq?!” Gilda yelped.

“Ah shit, I thought this might happen.” Ember groaned.

“What?! What is that?!” Gilda snapped, throwing atalon at the dragon-like ball.

“I don’t think I’m hungry anymore…” Smolder groaned.

“Ember...care to explain?” Dig asked calmly, though he was freaking out on the inside.

“So!” Ember clapped her claws together. “Basically her magic is trying to compensate for her having a clutch. As far as I could tell, her magic only effects up to her womb. We need it to include her womb.”

“So that she doesn’t look like she’s trying to carry eggs just as big as she is,” Dig noted aloud. Okay, there was a plan. Right?

“Exactly.” Ember nodded, taking a sip of her coffee.

“Ember, why are you chill about this?” Gilda once again gestured at the Smol-balloon.

“Cause I saw it coming.” Ember shrugged.

“And you didn’t warn us, why?” Gilda raised a brow.

“I wanted to see your reactions.” The older dragoness shrugged again.

“So this is something that can be easily done, right?” the stallion pressed. “Like training or something.”

“Yeah, pretty much.” Ember nodded. “Her magic’s passive so it’ll just be some exercises, things like that.”

“...Question, how is she supposed to do that while she’s too big to do anything but roll?” the stallion pointed out.

“We roll, or carry her around until the exercises start working.” Ember explained. “It’s mainly meditation and breathing exercises.”

“Wait a sec…” Gilda held up a talon. “Do you have any dragon magic?”

“How hard could it be to help Smolder become Smol again?” Dig shrugged.

“Shouldn’t be too hard.” Ember chomped down on a ruby.

“I’d prefer to be small again, if I get a say in this.” Smolder spoke up. “This doesn’t exactly hurt, but it’s not comfortable. Though, that could be the chair.”

“Come on, let’s carry her up to the room so Ember can work with her,” Dig spoke aloud, walking over to the chair the orange ball was wedged in and starting to work her free. Gilda and Ember to got up to help.

“Gently.” Smolder whined.

“Oh, sorry for hurting you,” Dig apologized automatically.

“It’s fine. Just- get me outta the chair!” the not-so-smol dragon growled.

The stallion managed to pop her out of the chair and was about to put Smolder on his back before considering the weight of the matter. Then he passed her to Ember for her to carry. Ember then carried her off upstairs.

“Well, hopefully that’ll help,” Dig sighed, sitting back down. “Still, it’s happened, and can’t happen again to catch us off guard.”

Gilda let out a breath. “Yeah… That was… shocking…” She groaned and sat down.

“So…” Dig glanced over to Gilda. “You good?”

“Huh?” She blinked. “Oh, yeah. I’m fine.”

“Good,” Dig sighed. “I guess it’s just us today, while Ember trains Smolder.”

“Yeah, any plans?” She asked.

“Could always fuck you,” Dig said honestly.

“Oh, forward.” Gilda smiled, resting her elbows on the table. “Tell me. How would you fuck me?”

“Take you out to the living room and pound your cunt until it’s insides are molded to my cock,” the stallion said with his eyebrows waggling. “Might take all day,” he mused thoughtfully. “And you might pass out a few times.”

“Kinky.” Gilda winked. “Wanna fuck my snatch and cum until that couch is white?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Dig nodded. “Wanna be on your back or your belly for your domination, featherduster?”

“Back. Rail me into the back of the couch.” Gilda started blushing, as her legs twitched.

“Mmm, I’m gonna pump so much cum into you, you’ll think you’re pregnant again~” the stallion teased, walking over to Gilda and letting one hoof run over her flank.

“Oh yes… Master…” Gilda groaned as she got up. “Make me yours….”

“Sooner you get to that couch, bitch, the sooner you’ll get your protein shot~” the stallion sang, before spanking that tight flank.

“Ah!” Gilda yelped and raced over to the couch. She virtually pounced on it and rolled over, spreading her wings, and legs for him simultaneously. Her lips were quivering and she was already leaking.

“And your special order today,” Dig said as he neared, rubbing a hoof on the griffon’s lips. “You aren’t allowed to cum unless I say so. Failure means you get fucked longer until you can learn to obey.”

“Y-yes!” Gilda yelped, her eyes widening.

Dig Site smirked.

“You want to what?” Gilda asked as she sat at a fancy table, in an equally fancy castle.

“I want to study you.” Twilight smiled at the small family. Smolder was back to her normal smol self, Ember was showing a bit more, Gilda was much bigger, and Dig…. was Dig.

“Why?” Smolder asked. “Want to study the Power of Dig’s Dick?”

Twilight blushed! “Oh! Oh no!” She shook her head. “See, I want to study your unique magic.” She looked at Smolder, then to Ember. “Your egg laying process.” She looked to Dig. “The seeming very virile semen you have.” And lastly to Gilda. “And you especially.”

“Why?” Gilda asked.

“Well, You’re…” She blushed harder. “You’re currently carrying two eggs. One well developed and one much more recently fertilized.”

“Look Gilda.” Ember chuckled, looking at the paling griffon. “You did get Double Pregnant.”

“...I guess this means no more fucking the featherduster while she’s carrying,” Dig mused.

“Fuck that!” Gilda snapped out of it and stared at Dig. “We’re going for three!”

Twilight squeaked. “Oh my…”

“Not in front of the princess!” Dig tried to back away from the griffon’s hungry stare.

“Oh, do in front of the princess.” Ember smirked. “We could teach her a few things.”

“I bet she wants to know as much as I did.” Smolder chuckled.

“K-know what?” Twilight squeaked, sounding a little breathy and hiding most of her face behind her floating clipboard.

Smolder leaned in. “Watch and learn Nerdicorn.”

Gilda pounced.

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“Dig?” Gilda called out from somewhere deeper in the house. “In the basement. What’s with this door?”

“Oh, we had too much stuff from my digging up of things,” the stallion answered easily. “So Twilight came around and installed a pocket dimension linked to that door. It’s modular, just needs a charge to change how big it is. I think this is the first time I’ve ever been really unpacked in ten years.”

“Huh… That’s actually really smart.” Gilda blinked. “Getting any help with that?”

“Yeah, Ember’s turning the whole thing into its own mini-museum,” the stallion pointed out, now walking down the stairs. “She took all the mini bags of holding into there to sort out what goes where and if we need more space.”

“And how’s that going for her?” Gilda asked. “She find anything interesting yet?”

“I…” the stallion smiled sheepishly. “I might’ve forgotten everything I catalogued?” he offered with a wince.

“Well that’s not good.” Gilda chuckled and nudged him.

Then the door opened. Ember stepped out holding a small pile of things. She jumped when she saw the pair. “Hi.”

“Yo.” Gilda said. “Got some stuff there.”

“Yep.” Ember nodded. “Some jewelry from the Crystal Empire, some Zebra artifacts that I plan on having Smolder see if Zecora wants them.”

“Fair,” Dig nodded, before pointing a hoof at a ring that was rolling away. “You dropped one.”

“Shit.” She lashed out with her tail and it slipped onto the tip of her tail. She staggered for a moment, then righted herself, shaking her head.

“Whoa,” Gilda moved to help right the dragoness. “You good?”

“Y-yeah…” Ember said a little shakily.

“You’re sure?” the stallion questioned. “Maybe being down here so long’s starting to get to you.”

“Maybe…” She shook her head again. “It is a bit stuffy.”

“Let’s go upstairs and get you some water at least,” Dig posed. “Put those things down and let’s take care of you.”

“Yes master.” Ember said, while dropping the stuff she was holding.

“Gah!” Gilda jumped. “Ember! Is any of that fragile?!”

Ember blinked, seemingly coming to. “No. It’s all pretty solid-” She looked down. “Why’s it on the floor?” She bent over to pick it up.

“Let’s...just leave it for now,” the stallion sighed. This was probably one of her games.

Ember paused. “Right…” Her brow furrowed.

“Let’s just head upstairs. I can get it later.” Gilda said putting a claw on Ember’s back.

“Yes, mistress.” Ember said, a little huskily.

Gilda frowned at her. “Dig, I wanna check something when we get upstairs.”

“Yeah, alright,” the stallion nodded. This was getting to be concerning to him as well.

The trio made it upstairs and Gilda and Dig sat Ember on the couch. The griffon got the dragoness a glass of water, which said dragoness downed.

“How’s your head?” Gilda asked.

“A little fuzzy still.” Ember admitted with a light shake.

“I think we’ve got some headache pills lying around up here,” the stallion admitted. “Want me to look for them?”

“Yeah.” Gilda nodded. “Please.”

Dig nodded and trotted off to the bathroom, to look for the medication. Leaving the griffon hen and dragoness alone.

“Ember.” Gilda said, turning to the dragoness.

“Huh?” Ember blinked at her.

“Lick my cunt.” Gilda stated.

Immediately Ember pounced on the griffon, shoved her on her back, spread her legs, and shoved her tongue into the griffon’s snatch. Gilda squawked at the suddenness.

“You okay?” Dig called from upstairs. “I heard something.”

“I-I’m good!” Gilda yelped. “E-Ember make me cum, then stop.”

Ember quadrupled her efforts and the griffon quickly came on the dragon’s face. As soon as Gilda came, Ember pulled away. She blinked in confusion, smacking her lips. “Gilda why do I taste- Gilda! On the couch?! Why would you- What’s happening?” Ember growled at the griffon.

“Are you two arguing down there?” Dig called down the stairs.

“Dig.” Gilda panted. “Come down here.”

The stallion walked downstairs. “Um, okay, that’s a creative way to solve dehydration, and I’m sorry I don’t have your pills Ember, but-”

Gilda pointed at Ember. “Tell her to do something. Anything.”

“Um, okay.” Dig looked at the snarling dragoness. “Ember, calm down.”

Ember blinked. “Yes master.” She sighed and visibly relaxed.

“That’s it? That’s what you went with?” Gilda raised a brow. “Not something more difficult, outlandish, or something she doesn't normally do?”

“I’m confused.” Ember blinked between the two.

“That makes two of us,” Dig admitted. “Gilda, what’s going on?”

“I’ll show you.” Gilda looked at Ember. “Ember, suck his dick.”

“Isn’t that something she normally do-” the stallion started to say. Only for the dragoness to pounce on him and push him onto his back. She quickly and hungrily lapped at his sheathe. The stallion let out a moan as his shaft started to swell and emerge. As it did Ember wrapped her mouth around the flare. She started to bob her head and swirl her tongue around, licking off his pre.

“W-what’s...gotten into her?” Dig breathed as she went to town on his shaft.

“It’s the ring.” Gilda sighed with a small smirk. “The one on her tail. Ember sweetie, suck him off and drink his load. And don’t you dare let anything spill.”

Ember growled and moaned as she worked her head further down on the shaft. She got to the ring and it was already poking into her throat a little, causing Dig to squirm under her. She slowly pushed past the ring with each bob.

“Think she could take all of it?” Gilda asked.

“Gilda, don’t you da-” Dig started to say.

“Princess Ember. Take all of him.” The griffon grinned wickedly.

Oh. Fuck.

With a loud growling roar, muffled by bathorse cock, Ember shoved her head down. Inch-by-inch, she swallowed him.

“You know you want to fill that belly from the front for once.” Gilda giggled, watching the pair.

“Fu- fu- fuuuuuck,” the stallion moaned. “I’m...taking the ring...off when she’s done,” he promised.

“Oh. Not now?” Gilda smirked. “How about when she’s poking your nuts with her snoot?”

Nudge nudge.

“You mean...like now?” the stallion moaned. As long as Gilda only used it like this, he didn’t see the harm in the ring every now and then…

“Ember, you’re only allowed to cum when Dig does.” The griffon smirked then tapped a talon to her chin. “That’s permanent by the way.”

There was a mmmmph of confirmation as the dragon held her head to the bat ponies hips, her throat almost constantly swallowing.

“Gilda!” Dig groaned. Okay, now she was getting devious. He’d have to snare that ring off of Ember’s tail.

How to do that while he was under her and said tail was swinging back and forth, he didn’t know…

“Just make him cum and you can wake up, Cocksleeve.” Gilda’s tail flicked back and forth as she rested her head on her crossed talons, watching the pair with amusement.

Embers tongue slowly started to wrap around the base of Dig’s shaft. The stallion let out another muffled groan as his hips started to buck up into the dragon’s maw. It wouldn’t be long before…

The dragoness got her reward, hot, fresh cum being shot down her throat into her stomach.

Ember “came to” realising that A) her face was in Dig’s hips. B) his cock was all the way down her throat. C) he was pumping shot after shot of his seed into her stomach. And D) she was having one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever experienced. Her eyes rolled back as everything started to tingle.

Eventually, Dig stopped cumming and rolled the dragoness off of him, pulling out of her mouth with a lewd slurping noise. He briefly examined her tail, pulled off the ring with a little bit of force, and turned to Gilda with a glare in his eyes.

“What… happened…” Ember asked, her throat was a little raspy. “And why haven’t I done that before?”

“Magic Ring.” Gilda giggled, looking at the dragon, not noticing the approaching batpony. “Probably cursed.”

That was when Dig pounced, managing to get one of Gilda’s talons up and slipping the ring onto one of her ‘fingers’.

Gilda blinked with wide eyes at the new jewelry. “Now Dig…” She began.

“Broodhens don’t talk,” he snapped at her.

Her beak snapped closed as she paled.

“And I’m going to put two more eggs in you today,” he vowed. “Now get that ass in the air.”

Gilda immediately propped up her back legs, making sure to keep them spread.

“Oh, and remember that order you gave Ember?” Dig said as he hopped up, pressing the tip of his flare against her lips. “Well, from this day forward, you can’t cum unless I say you can.”

Gilda’s eyes widened even further as her lips twitched.

“And since you’ve been a bad, bad girl…” the batpony mused in her ear as he started to slip forward. “You can only cum once. When I’m done with you.”

The griffon could only start panting in response.

“Now...who’s a good little broodhen?” the stallion teased.

Gilda looked back at him piteously.

“That’s right, you are~” the stallion cooed. “Ember, get over here and put her mouth to use.”

“After that.” Ember rasped, popping her neck. “Gladly…”

“Hey ummm Dig?” Smolder asked nervously, her legs shaking as she came down stairs. Though Ember’s exercises were successful, the small dragon still showed a bit of a bump. “I-I think this might be important.”

“Dig! Dig!” Ember tore after her. “There’s a problem!”

“Whoa, ladies, whose house is on fire?” the stallion joked. “Calm down, take a breath, and then tell me what’s going on.”

“It’s time.” Smolder squeaked with tears in her eyes.

“IT’S TIME!” Ember roared.

“Time?” the stallion tilted his head.

Smolder put her claws on her belly, her legs shook even more. “U-ummm, don’t be mad but… It’s time.”

“Oh. Oh.” Dig understood now. “Okay, so, we doing this here or at the hospital?” he questioned.

There was a loud thudding as Gilda half-tripped down the stairs, a large bag was on her back. “Hospital! Now! I have towels, stress balls, and snacks for all of us. Go! Go! Go!”

“You realize,” Dig said as he carried Smolder on his back, “They’re going to want to take some of your eggs out of you when we get there,” he pointed out to Gilda.

Gilda pointed a talon at him while shunting Ember on top of the bag. “They’d have to catch me first.”

“Way to say you’ll be there in the room with us while the girls lay,” the stallion deadpanned as they started their flight.

“... fuck.” Gilda swore, trying not to pull ahead.

“Isn’t that what got us in this mess?” the stallion pointed out. “How many are in there now anyways?”

“Four….” Gilda replied as the neared the hospital.

“Just...lay the first egg already, damn,” the stallion swore. “What, are you trying to give live birth?”

“... Maybe….” Gilda didn’t meet his eyes as they landed.

Redheart trotted out. “And what bri-” He face fell from happy to serious. “Inside. I can get us prepped in no time.”

“Take the eggs out of Gilda while you’re at it, the ones that are ready anyways,” the stallion suggested.

“Okay. All of you come with me.” Redheart lead them in and immediately started barking orders to various ponies, even doctors. Dig was a little overwhelmed by all the shouting, but decided to chip in.

“Be sure to blunt Gilda’s claws, she might fight back against the egg removal,” he added. “Oh, and try not to get lost in Smolder. She might look small but she can fit a dragon up that snatch of hers. Probably best to wait for the egg to come to you.”

“Got it.” Redheart noted as the family was shuttled into what looked like a large operating room. All three of the girls were put on separate gurneys. It seemed like ponies were everywhere.

“Dig. I’m scared.” Smolder managed to get out over the noise.

“Don’t worry,” the stallion called. “They’re professionals.” The small dragon held out a claw towards him, which Dig wasn’t foolish enough to take. “I know better,” he shook his head, putting a stress ball in her hand instead. “You can squeeze that until your egg comes out. We’ll cuddle afterwards, all four of us.”

Smolder ended up bursting three balls before the laying was over. She did very well, pushing out a single, shiny, bright red egg. Ember was next, swearing and threatening the whole time. She ended up laying a single charcoal black egg. Gilda was a tad different and had to be convinced for her own safety to actually lay the eggs she had. Three of them to be exact. The first was the largest and was was a dark gray. The second wasn’t much smaller than the first and was a baby blue. The last was smaller and was a dark violet.

It was a long and stressful process but all three had laid their eggs (sans one left over in Gilda) and were recovering. They were given their own room to recuperate in, as they’d have to stay the night, possibly longer, for observation for any unforeseen complications. It was there that Dig and his girls got the occasional visitor.

“Why didn’t you let me know. I wanted to document the egg laying.” Twilight pouted at the exhausted stallion.

“The only exciting thing was a doctor not listening to Redheart and getting sucked halfway into Smolder,” the batstallion swatted in her direction with a wing. Said dragoness was sleeping in a bed, hugging her egg close to her.

“Still…” Twilight sighed. “Well can I examine the eggs and your… marefriends? Fiances? I don’t really remember where your herd is at. Anyway, can I look them over when you’ve got everything settled?”

“I think they’re working on the medical readouts right now,” Dig pointed out. “That’d probably be a good place to start.”

“Oh! Wonderful!” And without as much as a thank you. Twilight left.

Only for a unicorn mare to trot in with a camera and a clipboard. She was a pale green, had a long blue mane, teal eyes, and had a beehive on her flank. She was also wearing a couple saddlebags around her barrel. “Sorry, I hope I’m not intruding on family time.” She apologized. “I’m Honey Glow. I’m a reporter, and I’ve been hearing rumors about your rather unique herd. Word travels from outside Ponyville these days, you see.” She smiled sheepishly and held out a hoof to Dig.

“Yeah, I sorta got ambushed into having this herd,” the stallion admitted, shaking the mare’s hoof. “Wouldn’t trade it for anything, but I didn’t, like, set out to woo creatures that could rend me with their claws if I didn’t give them dick.”

“I entirely understand.” Honey giggled. “This isn’t too bad a time is it?” She looked at the girls in their beds. Ember was half-dozing and Gilda was murmuring something to her eggs quietly.

“Only if you wanted the girls to answer any questions,” the stallion pointed out wryly. “They’re recovering from the laying process and probably won’t wake up until tomorrow. At which point we might be discharged to go home and make a nest for these little guys.”

“I entirely understand.” Honey nodded, and raised her clipboard in her green magic. “If you don’t mind, can I ask you a few questions?” The mare smiled hopefully.

“A few,” the stallion permitted. “If you stay any longer, Ember might smell you and wake up to protect her egg.”

“I’ll try not to take too long then.” Honey chuckled softly. “So,” she stared at her board and clicked her pen, “Who of your herd did you meet first?”

“Chronologically, that would be Gilda,” the stallion said. “Griffish was easier to learn, so that was the first country I visited when I was younger, searching for artifacts to point the way back to Dream Valley. I stumbled across her in the wilds outside one of the towns, some of her feathers having been plucked and claw marks on her flanks. She was also clearly malnourished and dehydrated. So I bandaged her up, fed her, made sure she had water to drink, and then carried her on my back to the nearest Guard outpost once I was certain she would survive the trip.”

“So you saved her life.” The mare blinked in shock. “Wow. Consider me impressed.” She grinned as she scribbled away at the clipboard.

“Next would be Ember, with about a year’s gap between them for me to learn Draconic,” the stallion continued. “I was searching the Dragon lands for clues to Dream Valley, again, and considering their long lifespan, they might’ve written it down. So I had to learn how to speak and read draconic in order to make my trip worthwhile. And on my way to the First Dragon’s den, I came across a blue spit of dragoness. The area we were in was in the middle of a thunderstorm, so I dragged her across the ground to a cave. Used my echolocation to find some gems for her to eat, which seemed to be the main issue, as well as a number of injuries on her body. All signs pointed to repeated beatings, and there might have been internal damage. So I, once again, dragged her to the nearest Equestrian Guard outpost and aided the medic in diagnosing what was wrong with her.” He flicked his ears a few times. “Turns out she had some bruised organs, which they were able to treat once they knew about them.”

“Saved two mares.. Er… females,” Honey corrected herself as she continued to write. “That’s quite a feat, even with you being a renowned archaeologist.” She smiled. “I guess the smaller one was the last?”

“Yeah, she sort of invited herself,” Dig chuckled. “She wanted to know what force could tame the other two, and they trained her while I was in the hospital with some self-inflicted injuries. When I got out, they initiated her with a whole night of pleasure. Nowadays, she sometimes spends all day with me.”

“That’s sweet.” Honey cast a glance at Smolder. “She’s definitely a cutie. What kind of training did they do?”

“Oh you know,” the stallion waved a hoof. “Dildos of increasing size, vibrators that went off in relation to her proximity to me, making a cute dragoness sandwich and railing her in both holes at the same time.”

Somehow Honey paled and blushed at the same time. She gulped. “W-wow… That’s… That’s something…” She took a shaky breath. “You all must love each other very much.”

“Well for a moment I wasn’t sure about Smolder making it in, but apparently she’s able to accommodate just about anything inside her,” the stallion admitted. “We’ve tested it with dildos the size of dragons. They just slip inside. If it weren’t for the base, we might’ve lost it in her.”

Honey blinked, then took off her camera and set it on the table next to the door. She did the same with her clipboard and pen. “You can’t be serious.” She looked over at the dragoness again. “How? Magic?”

“Yup,” the stallion nodded. “We nearly lost a doctor when he tried to go in after the egg she was laying.”

Honey snorted into a hoof. “Really?”

“Eh, I’m sure Ember would have let him out...in a month or so,” the stallion shrugged.

She giggled softly at that. “So, what does this make you, some kind of Alpha or… How does your relationship with these three work?”

“...Mostly I’m the alpha,” he admitted. “Gilda and Ember have seniority, and Smolder loves playing the cocksock. Every now and then they take control, especially when Gilda wants another egg in her.”

“Another egg?” Honey blinked. “And, sorry if I’m taking up your time.”

“Hey, until the dragons wake up, you’re good,” the stallion joked. “And yeah, Gilda can carry more than one egg at a time. I give her one, and then she comes back a week later for another. She got up to four before the doctors pulled them out of her.”

“Okay, completely off the record, off book, everything.” Honey waved her hooves. “How fucking strong is your sperm? It’s like your channeling some Ancient Equestria Virility Blessing or something.”

“...Might have something to do with a temple I found ages ago,” he admitted. “I didn’t think anything of it at the time, considering it was abandoned. I walked around, took note of the traps, the secret passageways, the totally already-broken relic on the altar-”

Honey leaned in. “Yeah? What happened?”

“I…” the stallion blushed and looked away, rubbing the back of his head. “It looked suggestive, so I picked it up. Then I heard a voice, turned around, and ended up dropping the damn thing. It shattered and all I heard was yelling in some ancient tongue that wasn’t even written about.”

“So… You’re cursed?” She blinked. “Cursed to bear foals? That doesn’t sound that bad… Well unless you sleep with a lot of different mares, then you’d have to deal with foal support, and payments, and.. Yeah… You’re lucky you have them then.” Honey smiled and gestured at the sleeping girls.

“And don’t I know it,” the stallion smiled, leaning down and kissing Ember’s head softly. “They’re the best thing to have happened to me.” His grin twitched a bit. “Even if they didn’t know how to say ‘thank you’ for a year straight…”

“Well, I’m sure they’re just as thankful to have you.” Honey said with a small smile and a nod.

“We are…” Came a soft voice from Dig’s right.

Dig and Honey looked down. Ember had an eye open. Honey immediately paled. “Thanks.” The sleepy dragoness mumbled.

Honey was taken aback. “Why?”

“We never ask him about his work… It was nice to hear about it for once.” Ember yawned. “I suppose… if you wanna come back to talk to the girls an’ I, it’d be okay.”

“O-oh… Thanks…” Honey blinked out of her shock. “Thank you…”

“No problem… jus’ quiet down a li’l bit…” Then Ember rolled over.

“Well, that’s your interview,” the stallion chuckled. “Think you got enough to work with?”

“For one article, yeah.” Honey nodded, gathering her things and stuffing them back in the bags at her sides. “Mind if I come by some time? You know, to talk with the girls when they’re coherent?”

“Heh, I dunno about that,” the stallion chuckled. “Do you know where we live?” he asked.

“You… have a point there…” Honey frowned. “I could ask Twilight Sparkle.”

“Nah, I’ll just give you directions,” the stallion said, before outlining which way his house lay as compared to the rest of town. “Anyways, the reason I asked,” he continued, “Is that normally? They’re not really coherent. There’s three states for the girls when we’re at home. Horny, being fucked, and insensate.”

“Well, horny will have to do.” Honey giggled while opening the door. “See you… Oh in a day or so.” With that she went out the door.

“Sh’s not bad…” Ember mumbled. “I liked that sh’could get you talking…”

“Whereas the rest of you seem to have one target,” the stallion pointed out. “Oh, and Nurse Redheart says no sex for a month after giving birth. Something about not damaging your hips this time.”

Ember softly whined. “But I hate usin’ vibrators…”

Outside of town, evening was falling. Honey Glow took a long breath as she paused and looked back on the town. She looked around. On seeing nopony, she closed her eyes.

~Fwumph!~

A pair of blue and green harlequin eyes looked back at the town.

An echoing rasp broke the silence.

“Soon…”

009 - Interview with the Family

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“Are you sure this is a good time?” Honey Glow asked the griffon as the unicorn was let into the house.

“Yeah yeah.” Gilda waved away the mare’s concern. “Smolder’s warming my eggs for me and Dig and Ember are out trying to either get a furnace for the dragon eggs or look at new houses in case we need to expand.” She shrugged. “Hell, all else fails I’m pretty sure the Crown owes him something. He could probably just demand that they build him a new house.”

“I see…” Honey nodded as the griffon gestured for her to sit on the couch. “So where should we start?”

“You’re the one with all the questions.” Gilda chuckled. As she went to sit down, she paused. “Oh, can I get you anything, coffee, tea?”

“Oh I feel like I haven’t had coffee in forever.” Honey gave a slight moan of desire. “Coffee would be great.”

Gilda got up fully and walked into the kitchen. “How strong?” She called out.

“Yes.” Came Honey’s giggled reply.

“Need to stay up for three days because you have a report to give on the fourth, got it.” After a minute or two, Gilda replied deadpan and came back out to rest against the kitchen doorway. “While we wait, what you got for me?”

“Right.” Honey blinked and opened her bags. She hovered out a pen and a pad of paper. “So…. Let’s see here… You seem to be the househen of the herd. Do you enjoy that role?”

“Actually yeah.” Gilda grinned. “I like being able to take care of those I love. I like making sure that I can get everyone fed, or that I can make sure that they’re holding up okay, or that they’re getting their jobs done on time. I really am kinda House Mom.” She chuckled softly, every-so-often cocking her head to the side as if listening for something.

“And you work evenings, right?” The mare asked.

“Yep. It’s not too bad. Ponies can handle their drink well for the most part.” Gilda smiled. The scent of coffee wafted out of the kitchen and the griffon turned to walk back into it. “It’s the other races that can get a little rowdy. Diamond Dogs like their drink.” She called out with a laugh.

“I can see that.” Honey called back as Gilda came out with a steaming coffee cup.

“Like anything in it?” The griffon asked, as the mare levitated the drink next to her.

“No. I take it black.” The mare shook her head.

“Okay. It’s gonna hit you like a truck though.” Gilda warned, sitting back down.

“I’ve had worse.” The mare giggled and took a sip. “Ooooo…. Goooood…” She groaned.

“We get it specially from Zecora.” Gilda pointed out. “Turns out that the Everfree can cultivate all sorts of things due to it being chaotic.” Gilda rolled her eyes. “Just cause ponies have a hard on for control doesn’t mean something’s unnatural. The Everfree, quite literally, might be one of the few truly natural places left in Equestria. That’s why is dangerous. It’s actual fucking Nature.” She paused and blushed. “Sorry for the rant there.”

“Oh, no.” Honey shook her head. “I appreciate the candor. Mind if this swerves a bit? I wanna know more of your thoughts. If you don’t mind.”

“I’m game.” Gilda shrugged.

“So, Mister Site,” Honey began trying to hide her smile. “What are you working on today?”

“Going over the rubbings of the First Dragon’s cave,” the stallion answered, poring over some sheets of paper. “It’s how I found where Dream Valley should be, even if I can’t get there myself. If I can narrow down where the Estates are in that massive field of ice and snow, it’ll make it easier to find them when we thaw the place out.”

“Now, for those who don’t know, or aren’t in the field of Ancient Pre-Equestrian History, what is Dream Valley?” Honey asked, sitting next to the stallion and scribbling away at her pad of paper.

“Dream Valley is the original home of ponies, before the Windigoes froze it over,” the stallion answered easily enough. “The only species that could even begin to pinpoint where it was were the dragons. They’re old enough and keep close enough records that it wasn’t hard to find where the mountains hide everything from view. That’s how I found Flutter Valley and the Sunstone thereof.”

“I see. Thank you.” Honey nodded. “Dragons are a very ancient species. Oh, on that note, and I hope I don’t push any buttons here, but you’re aware of Ember’s former status, yes?”

“She’s mentioned it a few times, but it’s honestly not a big deal to me,” the stallion answered. “Honestly, the moment her father kicked her out, he lost all claim to her.”

“Wise words, Mister Site.” Honey nodded with a smile. “Right, right, where were we, ah yes. Beyond it being basically the origin point for ponies, is there anything else you can tell us about Dream Valley? Any connections to today? Or any connections you hope don’t get reestablished.”

“Well, any dangers that might exist there naturally I hope stay under the ice,” the stallion joked. “But there is something I hope to find when we look for the Estates. Majesty’s castle.” At her blank look, he elaborated. “Majesty was the first and only real queen of Ponykind. But not because somepony said she should be, because she worked for it. She was the beacon, the defender. The protector Ponykind needed in those days. Her castle would be a treasure trove for archeology for decades to come.”

“I… actually did not know any of that.” Honey blinked. “Wow… God-Queen Majesty for her time I guess. Anything else you could fill me in on?”

“We still don’t know how she did the things she did,” the stallion admitted. “These texts I’m going over mostly talk about the retribution she’d dish out.” Dig Site cleared his throat and rumbled a few lines in Draconic. “Aheh,” he rubbed the back of his head. “Basically, ‘And Lo, when we did devour a single member of the Herd, did a unicorn of white come out and lay us low with a power that dwarfed Magic Itself. And so it is My Decree that we shall leave the small hooved ones alone for an age and a year.’”

“And now she just puts Princess Celestia to shame.” Honey gaped.

“Yeah, lots of races refer to her power as being ‘Magic, but more,’ but none of them name it specifically or call it anything else,” the stallion nodded. “I’m hoping to learn where the castle is so we can dig it out of the ice and learn more about the mare.”

“Whoa….” Honey blinked, pausing her scribbling. “I hope you can find out more about her.”

“I probably won’t,” the stallion admitted. “Finding just where to start was a life’s work in and of itself. I mean, I’m happy that I know where it is, that ponies as a whole know where it is. And I brought my proof back in the form of the Sunstone. But melting all that ice and digging the castle out?” Dig shook his head. “That’s the work of the next generation. It’ll take at least a decade to even get started on breaking up the storms and letting the sunlight back in.”

“Well you’re setting a foundation for future generations and I respect that.” Honey smiled. “Now, onto a slightly different topic….”

“Are you sure you don’t mind me being this close to your egg?” Honey asked the dragon as she lay coiled around said egg.

“Nope. Just don’t touch it. I get really broodmother when someone touches it.” Ember replied, lazily.

“Right…” The mare took a few steps back. “So, you’ve been the one helping Dig organize everything.”

“Yep.” The dragon nodded. “You’ve wouldn’t believe the amount of stuff he has. It’s almost like having a full hoard again.”

“I see.” Honey smiled.

“How do you like all this.” Ember asked.

“Pardon?” The mare blinked at the dragon in confusion.

“How do you like coming in and spending time with the girls and Dig?” Ember asked, propping up her head on her elbows.

“Honestly, it’s great.” Honey smiled. “It’s a great opportunity to get to know you all. If you believe me I’m actually doing a weekly article on all of you. Most of it is about Dig and his pretty much historic work, but I like adding his soon-to-be-wives in. It fills out his life more than just dumping everything in about his research.”

“That’s great and all, but how do you feel with all of us?” Ember asked.

“How so?” The mare blinked.

“You’re getting pretty close to us, what with how often you come by. Dig has someone to really talk shop with. Gilda has someone to talk house things with. You check to see how me and Smolder are holding up.” Ember smiled. “It’s almost like you want in.”

Honey blushed bright pink. “O-Oh! N-no. I-I wouldn’t want to intrude. I-I mean, three’s enough right?”

“For Dig?” Ember smirked. “Barely.”

“O-oh… w-well I-I should probably leave you to your e-egg warming.” Honey backed up. “Thanks a-again!”

“No, Dig, she didn’t scare me off,” Honey rolled her eyes as she lay next to the stallion.

“I’m pretty sure the only reason you didn’t Sonic Rainboom out of the house is because you don’t have wings,” the stallion teased her.

“Well I was just flustered is all.” She blushed. “I haven’t been propositioned like that in… well along time.” She pouted.

“You’re just lucky it wasn’t Smolder, then,” the stallion mused. “She’s way lewder.”

“I-I don’t mind lewd!” She stammered. “I just… wasn’t prepared for it is all… And plus isn’t this supposed to be about you? Or do you want to start asking me about my sex life?” She raised a brow though she was still blushing furiously.

“I’m pretty sure if I did that, you’d spontaneously combust,” the stallion pointed out with a smirk. “So, go on then, ask away.”

“I wouldn’t combust.” She muttered. “S-so… ahem… How’s your research going since we last talked. Oh and how’s the house hunt been?”

“Eh, the research has been slow,” the stallion admitted. “Most of the landmarks we’d use to find the Estates are under a thick sheet of ice and snow. Plus they’re all ‘as the dragon flies’, so it’d take a bit of work to make them useful anyways.” He shrugged. “As for the house hunt, well, we can’t seem to find one that’d be large enough for all the eggs Gilda keeps trying to have, sooo...we’re just going to contract out to the construction company in town and Princess Twilight to make our house big enough without taking up too much space.” He flicked an ear. “They should be arriving soon to put in the larger furnace. One with a door that we can use to stick the scalebutt’s eggs in to keep them warm 24/7.”

“Oh renovations are going to make things fun.” Honey rolled her eyes. “Going to find a hotel for a bit, or are you just going to live through the noise?”

“Actually, Twilight says she can work a few different types of magic,” the stallion said. “The one we need is space compression, keeping all the new rooms in the same rough hoofprint that the house currently occupies. Said she made some major breakthroughs after studying Smolder.” He grinned a bit at that. “The other one, related to that, is time compression. As long as she’s on site, she’ll have the stallion crew manage to get it all done in one afternoon, with time for snacks and naps shoved in.”

“Twilight… can do that?” She blinked in shock. “Well she’s advanced quite a bit hasn’t she?”

“It helps that we provided her some useful material,” the stallion hummed wistfully after that. “But yeah, she’s still going to make me pay the crew the full week’s worth of time it would take them to build the extensions to the house.” He shrugged. “Can’t win them all. Though Gilda will get a decently large aerie on the top to house all the eggs she could possibly make at once.”

“Well you’re paying for the amount of time the work would normally take, not the actually time.” Honey pointed out.

“I think our houseplan comes close to beating out Canterlot for weird architecture,” the stallion deadpanned. “Ember and Smolder want a cave each. Gilda wants an aerie. And we need a lot more rooms in the base of the house to support the increased amount of children that will be running around in it, because apparently one each is only enough for right now.”

“I may have to do a whole article on your house alone when it’s finished.” She giggled into a hoof.

“It’s scheduled for tomorrow, between 1 and 2 in the afternoon,” the stallion pointed out. “We’re putting the furnace in today so the eggs can rest in it during that whole time, cut a week off their hatching. Gilda will be carrying hers in little slings.”

“Oh Anu that sounds adorable!” Honey gasped. “I am so coming back to see that!”

“We’ll be spending that whole time at Twilight’s castle, just so you know,” the stallion warned. “I have to give over all the directions I’ve found so far to the ‘foremost experts’ in the field of archeology.” He scoffed a bit. “Experts my flank,” he muttered to himself. “Tomb robbers, more like.”

“Oh… Well I’ll come back to interview Smolder after the renovations then.” Honey said looking away for a moment.

“Sure, whatever works for you,” Dig nodded. “I have asked Twilight to make sure there’s an accurate map in the front room when the renovations are finished, so that we don’t get lost looking for something. It’d probably make a good picture for your article.”

“Then I’ll be sure to swing by to get a picture of it.” Honey nodded.

“You’ve been dreading this since you first wanted to talk to us.” Smolder smirked at the obviously uncomfortable mare. The small dragon was resting her head on her folded arms. The rest of her was in what seriously looked like a jacuzzi only with lava instead of hot water.

“N-no! No Smolder not at all.” Honey stammered. “You don’t make me nervous at all.”

“Oh really? Come a little closer then.” The dragoness’s smirk grew.

Honey took a few hesitant steps forward. “Better?”

“Mmmm still not convinced.” Smolder giggled. “You’re cute.”

“Th-thanks…” Honey blushed. “I-I just trying to gather my thoughts.”

“Can I help? I wouldn’t mind helping you gather whatever you needed.” The dragoness puffed out a snort of smoke.

“Was…. Were you trying to hit on me there?” Honey blinked. “Because Ember actually gave it a better try if I’m being brutally honest.”

“Hey, so sue me, I’ve never tried to hit on a mare before.” Smolder actually blushed. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Well why are you trying to hit on me at all?” Honey asked with a small frown. “I don’t want to make anything awkward with anyone.”

“Hey, Dig would be fine with it. The other girls would be fine with it.” Smolder pointed a claw at her.

“I don’t deserve it.” Honey said quietly. “I don’t want to hurt any of you.”

“Pssshhhh, We’re fine. We can handle anything.” Smolder waved away her concerns.

“I-I-” The mare met Smolder’s eyes then whirled around. “I need to go!”

“So,” Dig said as he lounged on the newly expanded couch, that now had room enough to be called its own bed for all of them. They’d wanted something to snuggle on for a while now, and the princess was in a helpful mood when Dig said he’d turn over more relevant research. Especially when it related to magic. “Why hasn’t our reporter friend come around today? She knows that the renovations are done. Did one of you do something to scare her off?”

Gilda and Ember just glared at Smolder.

“What?” The small dragon asked.

“Smolder, what did you do,” the stallion stated, not asked.

“Nothing!” Smolder defended herself. “Well….. I might have hit on her a bit…. And said that everyone would be fine with her joining.”

“Smolder…” Gilda facetaloned.

“Sweetie, you can’t just coerce someone into- … dammit.” Ember faceclawed.

“...I miss something?” the stallion asked with a raised brow.

“I think Smolder was attempting to do to Honey, what Gilda and I did to her, and it failed spectacularly.” Ember groaned.

“Oh.” Dig said. A pause. Then… “Wait, you pressured her into this arrangement?”

“What?” Gilda asked.

“No!” Ember yelped.

“Ember wanted to question her.” Gilda replied. “And I just wanted to have someone to keep an eye on you and maybe help us flirt with you since we couldn’t be at the hospital.”

“Yeah, it was really me who pressured them to let me in.” Smolder looked down at the floor. “I just figured, she’d want in.”

“...Girls,” Dig said, hugging Gilda and Ember close and using them to gather Smolder up to his chest. “Not everyone is an egg-hungry slut like you are.”

“I know…” Smolder grumbled.

“I may have suggested it in passing but I didn’t out right say, hey come join our fuck pile.” Ember sighed. “I said that she was just really good for everyone, then she took off.”

“Pretty sure she has her own baggage.” Gilda replied. “I for one hope she comes back, if just to have someone to let Dig talk nerd to.”

“She was fun, I’ll admit,” the stallion nodded. “But we’ll just have to wait and see.”

There was a knock on the door. Dig was out arguing with researchers that had come from Canterlot to Twilight’s Castle. From the letter he’d passed along, he’d probably be there for a bit. Ember was the first to the door. On opening it.

“Honey…” Ember blinked.

The mare in the doorway looked a bit of a mess. Her mane was unkempt and her coat looked a little dirty. She also wasn’t wearing any bags this time. “Hi…”

“Oh Sweetie!” Ember gasped and ushered her inside. “What happened, are you okay?”

“Oh, I’ve just had a few rough nights… days… months… years…” The mare didn’t seem to want to meet Ember’s eyes.

“Come into the living room.” Ember said shutting the door behind her.

“Okay…” Honey said quietly.

“I heard the door-” Gilda popped her head out of the kitchen and squawked. “Honey!” She raced over and gave the mare a hug. “I was starting to get worried about you. Are you okay?”

“No…” The mare said and the griffon guided her to the couch. “M’not. M’scared.”

“Of what?” Ember asked.

“Us.” The mare could only occasionally meet the eyes of the two. “This.” She waved a hoof around. “It’s been great getting to know all of you but-”

“Honey!” Suddenly there was a small orange dragon attached to the mare’s chest. “M’sorry! M’sorry! M’sorry! I didn’t mean to push you away.”

“Y-you didn’t!” Honey squeaked. “I just… just…” She sniffed. “I don’t want to hurt any of you. I don’t want to lie-”

“You need a shower.” Smolder spoke up.

“Smolder!” Gilda and Ember snapped.

Honey actually giggled. “I-I probably do.”

“Well we have a nice big one upstairs that can fit all of us.” Smolder grinned. Gilda and Ember shot her another glare.

“That… wouldn’t be too bad…” Honey nodded. “So long as… all of you are okay with it?”

“Of course.” Ember nodded.

“Sure, Smolder no groping unless she’s okay with it first.” Gilda said tugging the dragon off the mare.

Honey got up and allowed Ember to lead the group upstairs. “We can get you clean then we can talk.” The dragon said warmly as she shuffled the mare into the small-room-sized shower.

“Warm, Hot, Scalding?” Smolder asked, looking at the dials.

“The hotter the better.” Honey seemed to be shaking.

“Remember that you’ve got a griffon in here too.” Gilda mentioned, moving over to steady the shaking mare.

Smolder shrugged and started turning dials. Like a small rain storm, water began to fall from the ceiling. Ember moved over to hug the mare.

“M’sorry.” Honey sniffed as Gilda quickly moved over to grab mane and coat wash.

“For what?” Ember asked as she slowly ran her claws through the mare’s mane.

“For just inserting myself into your lives.” Honey looked at the floor as water dripped off of her mane.

“Hey, I basically did the same thing and look how that turned out.” Smolder commented stealing some soap to scrub at Honey’s legs.

Honey gave a dry chuckle. “But…” She took a breath and looked up to meet Ember’s eyes. “I don’t want to be scared anymore. I-I want to come clean.”

“Okay.” Ember smiled softly.

Suddenly Honey kissed her. Ember was shocked at first, then returned the kiss in kind.

“Welp, forget what I said Smolder.” Gilda said, massaging the mare’s back, helping her relax.

Honey moaned into Ember’s mouth, widening her back legs a bit.

Smolder for her part, rubbed up the mare’s legs until she found the mare’s pussy. She was winking. The small dragon watched it for a moment, then as Honey’s clit popped out, Smolder wrapped her lips around it.

“Ah!” Honey cried out, shaking and lighting her horn. “W-wai-”

Ember took that opportunity to lick the lit horn.

There was a gasp. Then-

~Fwumph!~

A burst of green fire made all three leap back.

There was a much taller figure where Honey had just been. Jet black chitin covered her body, pockmark like dimples covered her legs. A long tail like green spider’s silk came out of her flank. An emerald green shell covered her barrel and back. A pair of semi-tattered wings protruded from just above her shoulders. A man, like the same silk of her tail came off her head. A gnarled horn protruded from her head. At the top of her head was what looked like a small black crown tipped in green balls. A pair of fangs only just poked out of her mouth.

Harlequin eyes of blue and green stared in wide-eyed horror at the three.

Then “Honey” bolted. Or tried to. Her hooves couldn’t find much purchase, so she made it a few steps, slipped on the floor, went through the door to the shower (thankfully only knocking it open) and crashed to the ground. She slid until the hit the wall and immediately curled into a ball defensively.

The three tentatively looked out of the shower.

“Honey” Was in the process of both sobbing and babbling on the floor. “M’Honey! M’Honey! Really! I am! Please don’ hurt me! M’not lying!”

Ember was the first out. “H-Honey?...”

“Th-This wasn’t- It wasn’t supposed t-to be l-like th-this!”

“Honey.” Ember laid a claw on the shaking giant of a mare.

Honey locked up and her eyes stared at the dragon.

“It’s okay….” Ember said softly so as not to spook whatever she was. “We’re not going to hurt you.”

“Honey’s” shaking returned, but she at least seemed calmer.

“Who are you?” The dragon asked.

“Honey Glow….” The bug-mare looked away. “... Chrysalis….”

“Chrysalis…” Ember nodded. “We’re going to go back in that shower. We’re going to fuck you senseless. Then, when we’re all recovered, you’re going to tell us everything.”

Chrysalis nodded, shakily getting to her hooves. Ember was used to being the tallest, but she had to actually look up to meet the mare’s eyes. The pair walked back into the shower. The mare seemed to both want to and avoid meeting the other’s eyes.

“So, Chrysalis, before we ruin every one of your holes for lying to us. Anything we should know about?” Ember asked, her claws on her hips.

“I… I have an ovipositor…” Chrysalis looked away.

“What’s that?” Smolder asked.

“And should we be worried about it?” Gilda added, frowning.

Chrysalis bit her lip and slowly lowered onto the floor. She rolled over and spread her hind legs. There was her butthole, her pussy, and-

“She’s got a dick! Dibs!” Smolder snapped, only for Gilda to swat the small dragon with a wing.

Chrysalis didn’t want to meet their eyes. “I-I can lay eggs with it… Th-though I don’t h-have to…”

Gilda walked over and sat on her haunches before the bug pony. “Look at me.”

Slowly, the mare did just that. Her eyes full of fear and shame in equal measure.

Gilda reached out and wrapped a talon around the mare’s “ovipositor.” It got a moaning squeak in response. “I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed.” The griffon stated as she started to stroke the green phallus in her talon. Chrysalis nodded as she gave breathy moan. “But, you can explain after we’re done with you. Girls, pick a hole.”

As opposed to Gilda and even the dragons, Chrysalis was the easiest to dry off. It seemed her body repelled most moisture. The group now sat on Dig’s bed, the three fiances stared at the towering black bug pony.

“Ask anything.” Chrysalis looked at the sheets dourly.

“What are you?” Smolder snapped out.

“I am Chrysalis, Changeling Queen, former Queen of the Badlands Hive, and former Praetorian of the Great Dune Sea Hive.” The Changeling Queen stated.

“Wait…. You were in the papers years back.” Gilda mentioned.

“I was.” Chrysalis nodded. “We were desperate.”

“Surely you could have reached out to ponies before attacking the capital city of Equestria.” Gilda deadpanned. This got Chrysalis looks from both dragons.

Chrysalis wilted. “We tried. But… Ponies notoriously don’t deal with a species that eats emotions. They think we’ll drain them dry. Which is impossible by the way.”

“Honestly, yeah ponies can be pretty racist at times.” Gilda nodded. “I mean, Ponyville’s gotten better, but other places…”

“It’s why I’ve been staying the the Everfree.” Chrysalis said slowly. “Thanks to you all I could maintain my pony form for quite awhile and I could actually do my job, but.... Maintaining a transformation while asleep is a difficult thing to do.”

“Wait, you mentioned you eat emotions.” Smolder frowned. “Were you feeding off us.”

Chrysalis jumped and stared at the small dragon. “Only on the ambient emotions in the house! And there were a lot of ambient emotions in the house. It was hard to concentrate at times.”

“So that’s why you seemed out of it sometimes.” Ember nodded. “So why us?”

“You all love each other.” Chrysalis stated as if it were obvious. The blank stares she received made her blink. “Right. See, Changelings feed on Emotions. Positive emotions are more filling than negative ones. Lust is a power source oddly enough. Trust me, I’ve had a really hard time keeping my head here.”

“Seems legit.” Smolder shrugged.

“Can you actively feed?” Ember questioned.

“Yes, but it’s very detrimental to the host. It’s better to just temporarily replace a pony, put em in a cocoon for a bit, feed of the love that from whatever the pony has for a family for a bit, then put the pony back. They might lose half a day, but so long as no one finds out, everything works out.” Chrysalis explained gesturing her hooves as she spoke.

“Kinda dark, but I can see how that works, especially if you’re desperate.” Gilda nodded along.

“Attacking ponies or other races doesn’t help anyone, frankly it’s the worst possible thing you could do. And yet…” Chrysalis took a breath. “We were starving. Celestia and I have a history, a bad one. Her first encounter with Changelings was bad and it tainted her whole perception of them. When you’re so desperate for food that you’ll take Hatred over anything… And I outed the whole Changeling race… Which is why one of my Praetorian daughters kicked me out of the hive and took over.” Chrysalis looked away. “My whole life seems like it’s just one mistake after another.”

Smolder shifted over and hugged the much larger mare. In turn the mare wrapped a leg around the small dragon.

“Well, you’re going to have to tell Dig.” Ember sighed. “Anything else you want to share?”

“I vigorously clopped everytime I left your house.” Chrysalis said with a shine of pink on her black cheeks.

“Well that can end now.” Gilda said with a snort. “Now, lay down. I wanna see how you compare to Dig.”

Dig came home and found two dragons, a griffon, and a unicorn on his bed. As well as more stained sheets, also something glowing from Ember’s, Gilda’s, and Smolder’s nethers. Perhaps they got freaky with her horn. Honey came to as he was examining Ember. “Hi…”

“Hello again,” Dig smiled at the mare. “So I think it’s safe to say you’ve been inducted, hmm?”

“P-Pretty much?” She took a breath and managed to squeeze her way out of the pile.

“Mm, we’re going to need to clean the sheets again,” the stallion mused. Fortunately, their own laundry room had been included in the floor plan. “Well, it’s nearly time for dinner anyways. How about you rouse the girls, and I cook?”

“S-sure…” Honey made to start poking the girls as Dig left. Some nice, simple food to get her used to their way of doing things sounded good.

There was the telltale sound of claws, talons, and hooves on the stairs and the small group filed into the kitchen.

“What’s for dinner?” Smolder asked.

“Gems for the scalebutts on everything,” the stallion said, rubbing Smolder’s head. “For the mare, some vegan lasagna, and for the rest of us, a little bit of meat between the noodles.”

“O-oh… I’m not hungry….” Honey tried so stammer as she sat down. Ember and Gilda gave her and Dig concerned looks.

“Nonsense,” the stallion scoffed. “It’s dinnertime, so I’m making you something.” He hummed happily as he put the pans in the oven. “Shouldn’t take too long,” he nodded to himself.

Honey glanced between the other three then took a breath. She scooted out her chair and took another steadying breath as she walked away from the table. “D-Dig?”

“Yahuh?” The stallion flicked an ear in her direction.

“U-ummm could you turn around please?” She was starting to shake a little.

The stallion turned to look at her. “What is it?” he asked the mare, before frowning. “Okay, something’s up,” he noted. “You’re shaking.”

~fwumph~

Green fire momentarily lit the room.

“H-Hi…” Squeaked Chrysalis.

Dig blinked a few times. The oven dinged. The stallion held up a hoof towards the bug mare. “Hold that thought please,” he said, before going to pull the food out of the oven. Once that was done and it was cooling, he turned back to the mare and sat on his haunches. “So,” he stated. “I have...some concerns.”

“Say whatever you have to...” Chrysalis said shakily.

“Which one was the real you?” the stallion asked bluntly.

“Yes.” She blinked. “I mean, I-I always was I just d-didn’t look like me….”

“Okay, fair enough,” the stallion nodded. “Now, I’ve been out of the country a fair bit, and might not have gotten every newspaper, but I’m certain you ring a few bells. Should I be concerned you’re in my home?”

“I’m Chrysalis, Changeling Queen, I did assault Canterlot years back, but I am still considered foreign royalty by genetic standards. My own hive excommunicated me and I’ve been by myself ever since. I wouldn’t be surprised if you told Princess Twilight I was here.” Chrysalis wilted a bit, her heading drooping.

Dig’s next words shocked her.

“Did you try saying you were sorry?”

Just that. No accusation. No ‘I’m telling the princess.’ He just asked her if she was sorry.

“I did during the invasion but they fell on deaf ears. I… haven’t really had the chance since then…” Her ears perked up a bit, though she still didn’t meet Dig’s eyes.

“Well, how about we help you work on your apologizing until you can say it, then?” the stallion offered. “We’ve got the room now, as you well know.”

“T-true…” She smiled a little. “I’d like that.”

Dig walked over and lifted the mare’s muzzle up until they were looking each other in the eyes. He used his other hoof to brush her face a little. “No more tears,” he said with a smile, before drawing the mare into a hug. The mare immediately pulled him into a bone-crushing hug. He coughed a little and waved a hoof around in an effort to get the girls to come free him.

“Chrys. You squeeze him any harder and his dick’s gonna pop out.” Gilda commented.

Chrysalis gasped and immediately jumped back, actually bumping her head on the ceiling. Dig coughed and took a deep breath of precious air.

“What...did they feed you?” he managed to get out as he made sure his bones were intact.

“U-ummm… You did?” She smiled weakly.

“Oh. So I did,” the stallion nodded. “Okay then. Let’s eat, and then you can try to survive the night with us.”

“Hey. Hey Dig.” Smolder spoke up. “Guess what? She’s got a dick.”

Chrysalis could only blush as she sat back down.

“...Oh good, someone else to help take over dicking the three of you,” he said dryly.

“I… might be able to last longer….” Chrysalis managed to get out.

“Well, we’ll have to see, won’t we?” the stallion asked. “Let’s eat.”

“Sooooo…” Chrysalis started awkwardly as everyone got situated in the living room. “I am rather tall… Should I kneel… I’m sorry, I’m normally this awkward.”

“Shy Queen is cute.” Gilda chuckled from her spot on the couch, Smolder cuddled into her side. “Dig? What is she doing?”

“I think she’s asking about how I should induct her into the herd,” the stallion mused. “But surely, she would know to be straightforward about it.”

“I will be blunt… It’s been a few years…” Chrysalis blushed.

“Dig. Should I get the ring, just in case she goes nuts?” Ember asked, getting up from her seat.

“Actually, she should probably always be wearing that,” the stallion agreed. “Help her not have those sorts of urges again.”

“Kay. Be right back.” Ember wandered off and opened the door to the basement.

“Thank you.” Chrysalis smiled softly. “Having a mental backup would be very helpful.”

“Hey, putting a cursed artifact to use to help someone is like telling the pony that made it to buck themselves in the nuts,” the stallion pointed out.

“HA!” Gilda barked a laugh.

“Got it!” Ember called out, puffing a little as she came back in carrying a silver box. She walked over to Dig and held it out. “My Lord.” She smirked. “You should do the honors.”

Chrysalis looked at the box curiously then slowly got on her knees.

“Mhm,” the stallion said, flipping the box open to reveal the little band of metal that glinted in the light. He picked it up with one hoof and then carefully walked over to Chryssy’s horn. “Your head may go fuzzy for a moment here,” he warned her. “Just let it in and it’ll go a lot smoother.”

Chrysalis nodded and lowered her head. “I understand. I trust you.”

Dig Site smiled at her and then carefully slipped the ring around the bug-mare’s horn. It slipped about halfway down before becoming stuck, where it started to work its magic on her. The mare swayed a bit then shook herself.

“Mmmm tingly…” Chrysalis hummed softly.

“Thaaat’s it,” Dig murred in the mare’s ear. “Feel it work on your mind, rewriting all those dominating urges of yours. You don’t feel them anymore, do you? You just want to serve, to please your master.” He paused for a moment. “Who owns you?”

“You…” Chrysalis shook her head a little. “... You do… Dig Site…”

“And if I tell you your new name is ‘Egg factory’ and you are to refer to me as your Master, how will you respond when I call you?” the stallion teased the mare by running a hoof through her mane.

The mare sighed. “I will come right to you Master.”

“Goooood egg factory,” the stallion soothed. “You like being called a good girl. It gives you sexual pleasure to know that your master praises you.” And with the ring on, rewiring her brain was as simple as one, two…

“Mmmpph…” Chrysalis blushed harder. Her wings buzzed softly. “A-am I a good girl?”

“We’ll have to find out,” the stallion said seriously. “Egg factory, the first egg I give you? You aren’t permitted to lay it in anyone else. You’re going to carry it until it hatches, understand?”

“Yes master.” Chrysalis nodded. “I would never lay it in anyone… It’s the first egg you’re going to fertilize. It’s special.”

“Good girl,” Dig said with a smile.

“Mmmmm….” The mare’s blush grew as a soft moan left her lips.

“That being said, my little egg-maker, I think it’s time we got to that, don’t you think?” the stallion smirked. “Kneel and let me inspect what is mine.”

Chrysalis shifted around and propped up her back legs a bit, she shifted her silky tail out of the way. Dig walked around to her rear end and softly caressed her flank, before using one of his hooves to spread her. He had to gauge how ready she was. The mare was dripping, her light green lips had already parted her chitin and her ovipositor was already starting to emerge.

“Okay, egg-bitch, here’s what’s going to happen,” the stallion told her, grinding his hoof over those lips of hers. “I’m going to fuck you long and hard. You’re not permitted to cum unless I’m cumming in you. That said, once I am, you’re going to milk me. Understood?”

“I-I understand!” The larger mare squeaked out.

“I love seeing him dominant.” Smolder cooed from the couch.

“Now,” Dig uttered, before rearing up and mounting, nay, spearing Chryssy in one thrust. “Let’s see how good you are, hmm?” He barely gave the mare time to feel his length inside her before he started moving, nice and slow fucking taking place.

The larger mare already started to squeeze and milk at him. She groaned as he filled her.

“Let the others hear how submissive you are,” the stallion ordered his newest egg-bitch. “Tell them how much you want this.”

Chrysalis let out a throaty groan. “I want Master’s cock. I want to feel it pump inside me. I want to feel Master cum and fill me with his seed. I want him to fertilize my eggs.”

“Who’s a good little subby egg-making bitch?” the stallion cooed. “I think it’s yoooou~” With that praise delivered, the stallion kicked his fucking up a notch, going from long and slow to a normal pace, drawing most of the way out before pushing in everything that would fit.

“I’m a good bitch! I can take it all!” The mare panted.

“Oh really?” the stallion raised an eyebrow. “Your cunt is that deep?”

“Yes! Please fill me Master! Please!” Chrysalis begged as her tunnel tried to draw him in.

“Very well, just remember that you begged for it,” the stallion warned, before he started pushing the cock past his medial ring into her lips.

“Ahhhh! Yessss! Oooo Master!” She groaned loudly, her hips bucking a little. He could feel her pussy sucking him in and shaping itself around him, before his hips bumped into hers. Just in time for the head to bump up against something else as well. “Yessssss~” Her walls rippled around his cock, flexing and squeezing every inch of him.

“I want you to mold yourself to me,” the stallion ordered the mare as he held himself still for this order. “I want you to never forget this cock, because it is going to break you.”

“Ah! Please!~” She begged, squeezing tightly around his entire shaft.

“Mmm...surely you can do such a small change to yourself~” the stallion teased the mare, running a hoof down her back between her wings. Then he felt it, the small shiftings, the mare’s walls squeezed and held him inside her.

“Good egg-bitch,” the stallion praised her.

“A-Am I-I a G-good Girl?” Chrysalis asked breathily, her whole body shaking.

“We’re going to make you the best girl,” the stallion noted with a smile. Then Chryssi felt it. He was pulling out slowly…

Only to hammer back into her, driving her breath out as he hilted his whole length into the mare. And then he just kept going as fast as his hips could move, emptying her and filling her all over again, and again, and again. She wasn’t full or empty for longer than a second before the cycle would repeat itself.

“Uhn uhn uhn… Ah. M-mas-sss-ter…” She tried to get out through each thrust.

“Good egg-bitches...take what their master...gives them...and thank him for it,” the stallion grunted, not stopping for even a moment.

“Th-tha-n-k Y-o-uuuu! M-Mas-ass-ter.” Chrysalis gushed.

“Such a good girl,” the stallion praised the mare, loving the way she squeezed him at that simple comment. “Do you want to be the best girl for your master?”

“I do!” The mare cried out.

“Then take...your master’s...cum, bitch,” the stallion growled, his thrusting becoming more erratic as his cock flared inside her. “Take it all...and give me eggs!”

Chrysalis gasped. Her eyes bugged out as they came together, her ovipositor pumped out a viscous cum-like substance. His cock pumped a nice, thick load right where it could do the most damage as the stallion gripped her around the waist for stability.

“Mmmph...who’s a good girl that’s going to give me another egg for the pile?” the stallion teased the mare he was filling.

“Me!” She cried out, bucking her hips wildly.

“Who owns you?” the stallion kept teasing the mare, running a hoof through her mane as his orgasm started to wind down.

“Master Dig Site does….” Chrysalis sighed breathlessly.

“That’s a good girl,” Dig praised her, feeling her twitch at that. “You’re everyone’s little subby bug-bitch, aren’t you? You’ll do anything anyone in the house asks, but you’ll only cum for me.”

“Yes Master….” The mare slumped a little, seemingly worn out.

“Well, I’d say she’s thoroughly inducted, girls,” the stallion said cheekily as he pulled out of Chrysalis. Not a drop of his cum spilled, her womb was so greedy for it. “So let’s cuddle her in our bed, hmm?”

“Welp, I can clean it up tomorrow.” Gilda got up, somewhat unsteadily.

“Yay cuddles.” Smolder grinned, almost flopping over in the griffon’s absence.

Ember just got up and helped Chrysalis to her hooves. Said mare was very zonked out.

“Dig, I think you broke her.”

Dig Site blinked and waved a hoof in front of Chrysalis’ face, before chuckling nervously.

“Aheh...at...least she’s not a threat anymore?” he offered nervously. “Hey, if the programming sticks, we can take the ring off.”

010 - Guess Who's coming to Dinner

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“I’m sure Spike!” Twilight Sparkle frowned at the Dragon on her back. “That reporter is up to something, I don’t trust her.”

“Twilight, it’s not surprising that she didn’t want to show up while we were hosting Dig’s family.” Spike groaned, rubbing his eyes with a claw. “She probably has enough to deal with as it is.”

“I just want to make sure.” Twilight replied with a huff as she got to the front door of Dig’s home. She went to knock then heard a voice, loud yet muffled through the door.

“YES!~ Fill your Queen!~”

Twilight’s eyes widened as the door ceased to exist. The mare tore into the entrance and skidded to a halt in the living room.

“Anu!” Gilda jumped in her spot on the couch, though she had her snatch currently being seen-to by an equally shocked orange dragon.

Twilight’s eyes bugged out as she took in what was in the center of the room.

Queen Chrysalis had her lower half down on the floor. Ember sat next to her with a look of concentration on her face as she held a silver ring over the Changeling’s horn. The Queen’s back half was raised and currently had a bat pony pounding away at it.

“Twi- Twilight Sp-Sparkle!” The Queen cried out as she laid eyes on the purple mare. “H-How DARE you interrupt a King Breeding his Queen!”

“Calm,” the stallion said, his eyes flicking over to the purple mare, but he didn’t stop for a second in his screwing of the bug mare. “Keep it civil.”

“Of- c-course My King.” Chrysalis nodded, though she still shot a glare at Twilight. “Why are you here Twilight Sparkle? Here to interrupt the King? Here to beg for his mighty cock?”

Twilight stammered. “I-I w-what- No! Wh-What are you doing here?!”

“They’re clearly fucking Twilight.” Spike deadpanned as if the little dragon couldn’t care in the least. “Hey Smolder, Ember, how’s it going?”

“Mmmph!” Came a greeting? From the dragon lapping at Gilda.

“Hey Spike.” Smolder waved. “Testing to see if Chrys can handle a good fuck without the ring. It’s been pretty successful.”

“That’s good.” Spike nodded.

“How are all of you so calm!?” Twilight snapped. “Queen Chrysalis is right there!”

“Tell her who owns your cunt, egg-bitch,” the stallion said calmly, like he wasn’t insulting the mare beneath him at all.

“King Dig Site owns this cunt.” Chrysalis tried to waggle her backside while Dig pounded away at it. “I bet you wish you could be where I am. It’s like being filled by a God!”

“Wh-what?” Twilight stammered.

“Chrys will probably want to apologise properly to you later.” Smolder spoke up. “She’s been really broken up lately.”

“Hey Smolder, why aren’t you servicing anybody?” Spike asked.

“Spike!” Twilight craned her head around to glare at the dragon.

“Somebody here needs a clear head.” Smolder shrugged. “Also Libido training with Chrys has it’s benefits. It’s kinda nice to think clearly every so often. Ember assumes it was part of my innate magic working a little too hard.”

“That’s interesting.” Spike commented as he slid off the purple mare’s back. “Say, got any spare gems?”

“Yeah…” Smolder actually winced. “But unless you want to go cunt fishing with your tongue or claw… I’ve been using myself as a storage bin for things lately.”

“Eh… Got no feelings either way.” Spike shrugged. “I mean, if Dig’s okay with it…”

“Spike!” Twilight cried out again.

“Just try to stay on this side of the lips,” Dig called out.

Spike waddled over as Smolder spread her legs. “So claws are more filling but tongue is more fun.”

“Hmmm…” Spike hummed then buried his snout into her snatch.

Smolder’s claws twitched as Spike’s tongue went to work. After a moment he retracted his head with his tongue wrapped around a sapphire. He dropped it into his claw then set it to the side. “Well, there’s one.” He immediately went back in for more.

“Twilight Sparkle, you look a bit flustered.” Chrys grinned wickedly.

“I-I’m just shocked is all!” Twilight snapped out of her daze.

“Uh huh, sure,” Dig noted as he stroked between Chrys’ wings. “Smolder I am watching you, don’t get greedy.” He turned to look at Twilight to explain. “She keeps joking about taking more than my dick just to see if she can,” he explained.

“Well I’m sure that she could-” Twilight began, then shook herself. “Don’t try to distract me! You have a criminal attached to your penis!”

“She’s not a criminal.” Gilda managed to groan out. “We- We already went to Canterlot and had a private meeting with Celestia.”

“The Sun Goddess was very forgiving.... A Bad Queen like me deserved to be punished…” Chrysalis moaned out.

“I had no- Ah- idea that Celestia had an assortment of mind magic to test on her.” Smolder groaned as Spike had his entire arm inside her, the look the smallest dragon was giving was a look of concentration and determination.

“Turns out that some of the ring’s effects were permanent and the Princess determined… nnngh! H-hey, stop for a sec, I can’t concentrate.” Gilda frowned down at Ember as said dragon pulled herself off the griffon and relaxed against the couch. “Better, anyway, turns out the Princess determined that thanks to Dig’s Hot Dickings Chrysalis isn’t a danger to anyone, though until she can fully control herself, or is in range of someone else who can, she shouldn’t be out in public as Chrys yet.”

Twilight blinked at the griffon a few times. “What? Why wouldn’t she tell me?!”

“Because you have a history?” the batstallion pointed out. “Spike unless you want to go spelunking don’t put that other arm there.”

“But there’s this big gem. I can feel it.” Spike stuck his tongue out in concentration.

“Ooooooh that one.” Smolder said with a groaning huff. “S-say, if you fuck me with that arm of yours I’ll just give it to you.”

“If it’s the one I’m thinking of, that’s a steal.” Ember commented, pointing at Spike with one claw while rubbing her lips with the other.

“Might need to be a bit rougher though.” Smolder winked.

Spike paused and raised a scaley brow at the dragoness. He pulled his arm out, used his long tongue to clean his arm off, then met the dragoness’s eyes. Then he leapt upon the dragoness. He sat on her chest as he pulled her backside up. He suckled at her clit and roughly shoved his arm into the dragoness’s cunt.

“Hot Damn!” Gilda gaped.

“I-I didn’t teach him that!” Twilight yelped with a pink face.

“Small one has talent…” Chrysalis groaned with a grin.

“Mmm, I’m guessing he’s where all your pent up sexual frustration went,” the stallion joked. “Spike I wasn’t kidding about watching your other arm, don’t put it anywhere near her lips.”

“I don’t have any sexual tension!” Twilight half-yelled, half-whined.

Spike briefly pulled away and gave a deadpan stare to Dig. “That sounds like a challenge now.”

“Dig…” Smolder whined. “You’re making me want to take two…”

“Spike, how much pussy do you want to drown in?” the stallion answered back easily.

“It would be a most epic death.” Spike said as he shoved both arms in. Quickly half of him got sucked in. Smolder immediately yelped and Spike came out with a wet pop. He tumbled and bounced off the couch. In his claws was a diamond the size of his head. “I saw such wonders…..”

“You… fucking… deserve that….” Smolder panted as she laid spread-eagled on the floor.

“I warned you,” the stallion pointed out. “If she hadn’t shot you out, you’d probably still be in there.”

Spike started to clean himself. “Worth it… It was honestly like looking into an endless, starry sky. Pretty were it not for being inside Smolder. Not that, that’s anything against you Smolder, just nobody else would get to see it.”

Smolder huffed. “No… No offense… taken…”

“K-King… M-Master… May I cum?” Chrysalis interjected.

“Once someone is tending to your length,” the stallion told the bugmare. “Don’t want you making a mess now~”

“Smolder’s down for the count.” Ember said, shaking a little. “I don’t think Gilda is in the mood to suck anyone off.”

“I’ll need my voice for work.” The griffon confirmed.

“It’s me unless Spike has a magic ass or something.” Ember got up.

“Don’t just whore out my assistant!” Twilight snapped.

“Hey, try anything once.” Spike shrugged as he took a bite out of the diamond.

“Spike!” Twilight half-whined again.

Ember chuckled as she walked over to the pair in the middle of the room. She got on her claws and knees and shuffled under the Queen. She rubbed the length between her ass cheeks. “Dig, what hole am I taking this glowing bug rod in?”

“You making eggs?” Dig Site asked Chrysalis. “Answer honestly now.”

“Yes, My King, every time you take me now.” Chrysalis groaned. “Want me to fill Ember with your eggs?”

“You read my mind~” the stallion cooed. “Take it in your cunt, Ember, we’ve got something special for you~”

“Oh fuck…” Ember moaned as she sank her snatch onto the mare.

“This’ll feel different~” Chrysalis cooed along with Dig.

Ember felt the mare swell as something rolled down the shaft. It pressed into her womb only to be swiftly followed by another, and another.

Meanwhile Chrysalis groaned bucking into the dragon beneath her.

“Let’s make a double load for her~” the stallion cooed. “Cum with me, little bitch.” His shaft flared and started to twitch inside the changeling.

“My K-King… C-can I fill her with both our loads?” The mare asked as they both started to cum.

“Mmm...why not. You’ve been a good girl,” the stallion cooed. “Not mischievous at all, not trying to get back at Sparkle for anything…”

Chrysalis groaned out as Ember’s belly started to swell.

“C-can’t h-hold it!” Ember groaned. “T-too much....”

“You can hold it Princess…” Chrysalis moaned nuzzling the dragon’s horns.

Twilight twitched. Suddenly her horn lit and Spike was hurled into Smolder. Into was the correct terminology, for the dragon disappeared into the orange dragoness’s snatch. Said orange dragoness gave a shocked yelp as she bucked her hips and squirted onto the carpet.

Twilight then stormed out.

“I’m gonna need to get the carpet cleaner out.” Gilda grumbled.

“We… may… need to … fish around… for Spike…” Smolder groaned.

“Anyone got a rope?” Dig asked as the impromptu fuck pile wound down.

“I can buy one, he should be fine for a bit.” Gilda got to her feet shakily. “Now, everyone go get cleaned up, I need to clean this mess. Ugh, should have torn up the carpet and gotten linoleum everywhere.”

“Point,” Dig fell back to all four hooves and began to nuzzle Ember and Chrys. “C’mon, to the shower you two. Let’s get clean.”

Spike was actually gone for a week. The search wasn’t fruitful until Chrys went to fuck Smolder and a purple claw came out to grab onto the offered ovipositor. And thus the purple dragon was rebirthed into the world covered in mare and dragon juices. The dragon didn’t seem too worse for wear for the most part. He stated that he survived off of the gems that had been stuffed inside her. Oddly he was seriously considering mounting an exploratory team to explore the depths of whatever dimension Smolder’s pussy was attached to. That is, after he spent a little time recovering from the experience.

It was a matter of days after that, that the unexpected happened. Dig was out for the day. Ember had gone with to help, since she had quite the vast knowledge of Dig’s/Her collection. Gilda was helping with an event at the pub. And Smolder… Was with Spike and Twilight… for research purposes.

This left Chrys alone at home. It wasn’t often that she had such a luxury in recent days. So she tended to spend it relaxing. In her case, reading a book. More accurately, critiquing the latest Daring Doo novel for a potential article.

Yes. The Queen still kept her job as a journalist.

That being said, the mare had her mane up in a bun, her reading glasses on (if only because she felt cute in them), a steaming cup of tea one one side, and a pad of paper for notes in the other. The house didn’t even smell like sex for once. It was perfect. And Chrys was going to enjoy every-

~knock knock~

And that was the door.

Chrys blinked, took a slow breath in, slipped her bookmark in her book, set it down, got up from her very comfy chair, adopted her “Honey” guise, and trotted towards the door.

She once again centered herself, then opened the door.

On the other side was a mare. A Thestral mare. She had a charcoal gray coat, a short cut blue mane, and bright gold eyes. Chrys also couldn’t help but note that her whole body was basically one massive chord of muscle. Like she could tear a hydra in half with her hooves.

Chrys blinked for a moment, then smiled. “Hello there. Can I help you?”

“Oh, a Changeling, haven’t seen one of you un-purified for a long time.” The mare said with a slightly surprised smile.

Chrys blinked as a chill ran down her spine. “Come again?”

“Oh, don’t worry sweetie, I won’t cause trouble if you don’t.” The mare waved a hoof dismissively. “Dig Site still lives here right?”

“Yes…” Chrys replied slowly, now very unnerved by this mare’s presence.

“Good.” The mare’s smile never faltered. “And you haven’t done anything to him?”

Chrys gulped. “Not… technically….”

The mare leaned in. “Care to elaborate on that, Sweetie?”

“C-come in.” Chrys stepped aside. “I just made tea so the pot’s still on.”

“I prefer coffee.” The mare replied, looking around as she walked in.

“I can reheat this morning’s coffee if you want.” Chrys edged around her to head towards the kitchen.

“That’d be lovely.” The mare nodded happily at the disguised bug as the pair walked into the living room. “Oh, smells like chemicals. Cleaning… Oh my, someone’s been busy. I can still smell hints of spunk. Dig’s been very busy.”

Chrys shot her a glance before trotting into the kitchen.

“Chamomile isn't bad for a day of relaxing… and… Daring Doo…” There was a pause from the living room. “Oh! I thought I recognised you! Honey Glow, I love your articles, you have good taste.”

Chrys trotted back out with a freshly microwaved cup of coffee, now thoroughly scared out of her mind. Who was this mare?

“Oh thank you Sweetie.” The mare took the cup and drained it immediately. “Oh, strong. Just like momma likes it.”

“Ummmm… I’m sorry, but, who are you?” Chrys asked.

“Oh, of course.” The mare tittered as she set the empty cup next to Chrys’s. “I’m Black Site, Dig Site’s mother.”

It clicked.

“Oooooooh….” Chrys blinked, somehow now even more terrified. “Dig… never… mentioned you…”

“Oh, he’s probably just caught up in his work… or in his mares.” ‘Black Site’ giggled with a knowing smile. “And who are you, being in pony form can’t be that comfortable. Look at you, you’re shaking.”

“I’m good.” Chrys tried to wave off Black’s question. “I don’t-”

“I insist.” If Chrys could pale, she would’ve. The slightest edge to Black’s eyes was all she needed to see.

~Fwumph!~

Chrys’s wings buzzed nervously the moment she had them back. Though she was now taller, and possibly magically stronger than the mare, she’d prefer not to try anything on the smallest chance she’d lose.

Black Site’s smile widened. “Oh my Anu, Queen Chrysalis in the chitin herself.” She giggled. “We were looking for you for a long time… Until I retired that is. I should’ve kept some of my contacts.”

“S-surprise….” Chrys smiled weakly. It was all she could do without going full blown panic mode.

“A surprise indeed.” Black nodded. “So, let’s have a seat.” There was no room for argument, and Chrys almost stumbled over herself to sit in her chair. “That’s better.” Black Site sighed as she sat on the couch next to the bug mare. “Now, tell me. How is my Dig doing these days?”

Dig was tired. It had been a long day. Thankfully Ember had both not tried anything, and offered to stay behind to box up a few remaining items. When he approached the door to his home he heard…

Laughing?

One voice was Chry’s. The other was-

The door burst open and Dig tore into the living room.

At the small table in the middle of the room was Chrys and his mother. Both were roaring with laughter as Chrys turned into a small unicorn filly. Then he noticed what was on the table.

An opened bottle of 679 Red.

And Cards against Equanity.

In the sweetest voice Fillylis said. “As Queen how do I keep the Peasants in line? As Queen how do I keep the peasants in line, Long Dong Silver!”

The pair burst into another bout of laughter.

“Mother,” the stallion said hesitantly. “Hello. I wasn’t sure you knew where I lived.”

“Diggy!” Black Site cried out as she got up.

“Dig!” Chrys cried. Still in her filly form she shot across the room, over the couch, locked lips with the stallion only for a second, then hit the ground with a thud. A flash of flame not only revealed full sized Chrys, but also knocked back the stallion.

“Sorry.” Chrys said, getting up and helping Dig up. “Dig why haven’t you told us about her?! You’re mother is wonderful!”

“She, ah, is also the foremost expert on taking care of threats to Equestria before they make it to being an actual threat,” the stallion pointed out. “And thus wasn’t...really there a lot of the time. Between us not having much of a family bond and her taking care of, well...” He eyed Chrysalis’ form warily.

“Well that makes all of the sense.” Chrys nodded, looking back at the mare, who just shrugged.

“Chrys, Sweetie, if you were any more tense when I was questioning you, I’ve probably just thrown you to the floor and made you relax.” Black said with a giggle.

“I told you no more poisons,” the stallion deadpanned. “Especially not in the spice drawer. Laughing gas is fine until you open the drawer and can’t breathe.”

“But you had to be prepared for anything, Sweetie.” Black replied. “Plus, you seem to have done well for yourself. I mean, bagging a sexually aggressive griffon, a dragon Princess, a dragoness with a portal vagina, and a Changeling Queen isn’t something everypony can say they’ve done. And don’t get me started on your archeology work.” She sighed. “But, you are right, I really wasn’t always there when you needed me most, so, think of this as me making up for lost time?”

“Now, see, that would elicit normal, warm, happy thoughts in anypony else,” the stallion pointed out. “Me, I’m just wondering how many doors are going to become guillotines.”

“No more traps.” She held up a hoof. “Pinkie Promise. I’ve retired and I want to spend some time with my son and his lovely herd. If you’ll let me of course.”

Dig sighed. “Mom...it’s not me you have to convince,” he admitted. “It’s the rest of them. I mean, you’ve got Chrys on your side, clearly.”

“I did propose a different idea of greeting you when you got home.” Black Site grinned. “But, I didn’t want you to die of embarrassment.”

“I can always try it on him later.” Chrys nodded at the mare.

At the very mention of what it could be, the stallion blushed a little. “Ah, in...any case,” he coughed. “Gilda won’t be back until late, Smolder may or may not be being explored, and Ember-”

The door opened.

“There she is.” Chrys noted.

“Dig, it went faster than-” Ember came in and froze as she saw everyone. “Hey… Chrys who’s this? I don’t know if we have room for many more additions.”

Thaaat got Dig to blush harder at the very idea, scraping his hoof against the floor.

Black Site barked a laugh as Chrys had to hold in her giggle. “-hmmm… That’s… That’s Dig’s mom, Black Site.”

Ember looked from Chrys to the mare. “Wait… Mom? No, look at her, she can’t be more than thirty.”

“Oh please, pile it on.” Black Site grinned. “Momma like.”

“She’s you.” Ember pointed at Chrys, “but younger.”

“That’s not far off.” Chrys nodded.

“Yeah...surprise,” the stallion said with a squeak, before clearing his throat and speaking normally. “Ah...anyways. She wants to make up for not being there for me when I was younger, wants to move in and be...probably in the kids eyes, the best grandmother ever, and spoil them rotten.”

“Diggy!” Black Site gasped. “You read my mind!”

“Did I miss something?” Ember blinked. “Does Dig actually have some deep mommy issues that Chrys needs to help him vigorously work through?”

“.... Tempting.” Chrys nodded.

“Please no,” the stallion groaned. “And if you’d grown up in the carnival of horrors my mom liked to call a house, then archeology in trapped temples wouldn’t phase you a bit either. They were tame compared to the horseapples mom liked to do.”

“I have to keep him on his hooftips.” Black Site giggled.

“I’m both concerned and intrigued.” Ember deadpanned.

“I’ve already heard some.” Chrys giggled. “Though it’s probably different from her perspective.”

“... Also, thought.” Ember raised a claw. “Is her being here gonna mean we have to pull back on all the sex?”

“Oh I don’t mind, you have to give me more grandfoals somehow.” Black just smiled.

“Chrys, new rule, no taking mom’s form while she’s in the house,” the stallion immediately said to the bugmare.

“Awww…” Both Chrys and Black wilted. “But what if she’s/I’m out of the house?” Both looked at each other and gasped.

“Chrys, mom, if I wake up to your form on my dick at all, I’m going to be disappointed in you both,” the stallion deadpanned. “No matter who’s responsible.”

“The real question is…” Black started.

“Would that stop you?” Chrys grinned toothily.

“Do I have to lay a blanket rule down of no incest?” the stallion glared at both the mares.

“Fine…” Both groaned.

“Good Anu, there’s two of them.” Ember blinked.

“I’m going to get started on dinner,” the stallion sighed. “You can try to keep order in here. And don’t let Chrys dump any eggs in anyone tonight.”

“Okay, but… you know, you don’t have to cook.” Ember commented.

Dig deadpanned at her. “Gilda’s working, Smolder is up at the castle, your idea of cooking is ‘flame until charred and throw gems on it’, and Chrys would snuggle everyone and call it a day. And don’t!” the stallion turned and pointed a hoof at Black. “Get me started on your cooking! There is more to life than liquor and chocolate coated insects!”

“You never asked if I knew how to cook.” Chrys muttered.

“The event’s done, The Slobberknocker is pretty empty. Pub food actually sounds pretty good.” Ember pointed out.

Dig pointed a hoof, worked his jaw for a moment, and then sighed. “Point,” he admitted. “Stone’s pretty good at cooking and serving for groups.”

“Stone?” Black asked, raising a brow.

“I prefer Stud.” Ember shrugged.

“I’ll go, if just to see what happens.” Chrys grinned, glancing around at everyone.

“C’mon, it’s Stone Stud, what’s the worst that could happen?” Dig asked.

The Sloberknocker was as inviting as ever, it was also much warmer than the chill breeze outside. Oddly enough, both Gilda and Stud were behind the bar. Stud was cooking and Gilda was making a drink for a Diamond Dog bitch sitting at the end of the bar.

“Gilda!” “Honey” called out. “You’ve upgraded from bouncer?”

Gilda looked up. “Hey Honey, and that’s later when more ponies get off work. For now I’m cooking and making drinks.” Chrys, Ember, Dig, and Black all sat down at the bar.

“Nice.” Ember commented.

Stud turned around, trotting to the end of the bar to serve the ‘Dog, then walked around to the front of the bar. “Site Family.” He commented. Then his eyes fell on Black. “Ye didn’ tell me ye ‘ad a sister.”

“Oh, please lay it on.” Black giggled.

“Well, if ye go’ a spare ‘alf hour.” Stud chuckled.

“Stud, this is Black Site, my mother,” the batpony stallion introduced them to each other. “Mom, this is Stone Stud, my bartender and the only reason I’m still sane with so many females in my impromptu herd.”

“Yer shittin’ me.” Blinked at the stallion.

“Thank you for taking care of my son.” Black said with a warm smile.

“Oh, yer welcome.” He nodded at her. “So, what can I get y’all?”

“Dinner,” Dig said succinctly. “I was vetoed from cooking by miss handbag over here.” He used a wing to pull Ember into a side-hug.

“I thought handbag was Smolder… wait… wrong kind of bag.” Ember giggled.

“Down girl.” Gilda commented as she poured a frothy ale. “You’re in public.”

“Ah figured. So. Wha’ can Ah get ye?” Stud asked, glancing between everyone.

“Fish dish?” Dig glanced between the females on either side of him.

“Fish.” Ember nodded.

“Fish does sound good.” Black nodded.

“I’m good here.” Chrys raised a hoof.

“Righ’ Gilda, ye wanna cook fer yer family?” Stud asked as the griffon slid the bitch her ale.

“Sure.” Gilda turned around and started messing with the kitchen side of things.

“Any drinks around?” Stud asked.

“Maybe later,” Dig shook his head. “I’ll just take a water for now.”

“Water.” Stud nodded and pointed at Ember.

“Something hard, surprise me.” Ember shrugged.

The hoof moved to Black. “Something thick, strong, and with a good head.”

Chrys snorted into her hoof. Dig rolled his eyes at the immature connotations she was likely making.

“Mmmm. Gotcha.” Stud nodded and started on the drinks.

“Soooo…. You single?” Black asked the small stallion.

“Mom,” Dig groaned.

“What? Your mother has needs too.” Black looked at Dig, feigning a look of hurt.

“Yeah I got that thanks,” the stallion huffed out. “Do you have to do this in front of me? Can’t you wait until I’m in bed like usual? Then I can pretend I don’t hear you half the house away.”

“I think it’s sweet that she’s interested.” Chrys smiled.

“Aye.” Stud nodded, pushing a large glass at Ember. “Ah am. Ye interested?”

“Stud I swear to Luna, you try to hit on my mom while I’m sitting right here, I’ll bend Ember over your bar and fuck on it in retaliation,” Dig threatend.

“You promise?” Ember asked, raising a brow.

Stud matched his gaze. “She’s the only one in ‘ere.” A hoof pointed at the ‘Dog, who looked like she was pretending not to be interested in the party at the front of the bar. He then looked at Black. “So, has it been awhile?”

“Oh yes.” Black nodded.

“Stud!” the thestral stallion barked. “We will stain your bar white.”

“Fine fine, Ma’am would ye like te see the back room?” He asked the mare.

“Oh I’d love to.” Black grinned.

“I can watch the bar.” Gilda commented.

Dig thumped his head into the bar in defeat. “Gilda, get me some earplugs,” he moaned.

Suddenly, the talon set some earplugs on the bar. The stallion looked up and then gave the griffon hen the most adorable face. “You...are a lifesaver,” he said solemnly, firmly inserting the things so that he wouldn’t be able to hear anything his mother got up to.

Ember proceeded to pout as Chrys leaned against Dig. As they did, Gilda started to serve food and drinks. Occasionally, the bug mare buzzed her wings.

Dig ate slowly, grateful for the earplugs. They didn’t hamper his ability to hear the immediate area, his ears were so sensitive, but fortunately anything outside the room was gone to his senses. So, it was like he was a normal pony for as long as he had them in. Something he was grateful for. Still…

“Gilda, there should be a black bottle of liquor under the bar,” the stallion said after his latest mouthful of fish. “Called Thunderstorm. Fresh from the Shades, I helped Stud find a supplier. Pour me a glass, I need it.”

“I know it.” Gilda bent over to get it.

“You’re a tease.” Ember pouted.

Chrys just nuzzled him, though she did nip his ear once.

“I’m not my mom’s keeper,” the stallion pointed out. “That’s apparently whoever has the biggest dick in her vicinity.”

“Stud.” Gilda commented, pouring Dig a glass.

“Stud.” Ember grumbled.

“Me when I want it to be.” Chrys sighed.

“...I find it disturbing that you all know that,” the thestral commented, before knocking back his glass of liquor.

“Poor guy’s a pony Dig, sometimes reactions happen.” Gilda shrugged.

“I may have caused it, cause I’m curious. Just curious!” Ember made sure to emphasize the ‘just curious.’

“Uh huh, sure,” Dig nodded. “Another drink to get those images out of my head,” he asked of Gilda.

Gilda poured another one, which Dig let sit for a moment.

“...You all aren’t planning anything, right?” the stallion asked, looking at Ember and Gilda.

“I’m working.” Gilda raised a brow.

“No, though I am disappointed you won’t bend me over the bar.” Ember huffed.

“It’s unhygienic, you don’t know where the bar’s been,” the stallion pointed out.

“It’s solid marble.” Gilda replied.

Ember popped her jaw then blew flames overs the bar top. “There, clean.”

“You breathed fire…. Over a countertop surrounded by alcohol...” Gilda blinked. “You feeling okay there Ember.”

Ember blushed. “... M’hormonal….” She muttered.

“Look, I made a threat, Stud decided to go elsewhere and keep the talking to a minimum, and that’s fine, whatever,” the stallion grumbled. “Hell the mere knowledge that my mom is a room away getting railed is killing my sex drive something fierce.”

“I can fix that.” Ember chuckled as Chrys chirped and nipped his ear. And surprisingly, the stallion didn’t blush at all. His ear merely flicked out of the changeling’s jaw as he threw back his second drink of the night.

“U-ummm…” A quiet voice came from the end of the bar. “I-I wouldn’t mind watching… I-if you’re into that at all… I-If you’re not that’s fine…”

“I don’t think you’re gonna get anything for awhile girls.” Gilda said, cleaning a mug.

Ember pouted and returned to her food. Chrys sighed and lowered her head to rest it on the bar top.

“O-okay that’s fine…”

“Look, I’m just really stressed and I don’t want to think about-” the stallion started to point out.

There was a tap on his shoulder. Dig paused and turned to see who it was. It was the Diamond Dog. She was slightly taller than Dig. She was like a bipedal husky. She had snow white fur, bright blue eyes, and a small black nose. She also happened to have mammaries that were just barely hidden by her bright blue vest. “H-Hi.” She waved a large paw. “I-I’m sorry I w-was so forward. I just… got excited… I guess...”

“No, it’s fine,” Dig said with a smile. “I’m sorry we interrupted your dinner with all our shouting.”

“N-no.” She quickly shook her head. “It’s fine. I-I used to see you here all the time, and now Gilda works here, so she’s been filling me in. Sometimes… too much.” She coughed into a paw. “B-but it’s fine! Don’t be mad at her. I p-pressure sometimes… I… don’t get out much…”

“It’s okay,” the stallion chuckled. “I know these girls. Heck, give them a megaphone and a tower, they’d probably shout about my prowess all the way to Canterlot, just to hear the nobles have conniption fits.”

She giggled into her paw. “Oh goodness…”

“She’s adorable…” Chrys whispered.

“Chrys. No.” Ember hissed back.

The ‘Dogs ears drooped.

“Maybe…”

Her ears perked back up.

Dig’s eyebrows raised. “Something going on, girls?” he drawled. “Surely you’d include me in any decisions.”

“What?” Ember blinked.

“I just think she’s cute.” Chrys commented.

“She has a name. Her name’s-” Gilda was cut off.

“You can call me Bitch!” The dog yelped then immediately wilted and stammered. “I-If you want to, that is… I-I mean… Maybe…”

“Gilda,” the stallion turned to the bar. “Did you put the ring on her when I wasn’t looking? You know how I feel about you being in control of someone else’s mind.”

“Dig, the ring’s been in the box since Chrys hasn’t needed it.” Ember commented.

“Also, this is her… most of the time.” Gilda explained. “Shy and thirsty and a bit kinky, but too shy to actually do anything about it.”

“I-I’ve had a-a lot of l-lonely nights…” ‘Bitch’ nodded. Dig swore he could see pink through her fur.

“...We do still have room,” the stallion admitted, looking back at the dog. “She’s cute too,” he admitted.

“Can we get her a collar?” Chrys asked.

“She’s not a pet, she-” Dig started to rebuke the changeling.

“U-ummm….” Bitch’s voice got his attention. The stallion turned back to the diamond dog mid-argument.

She was sitting on the ground. “M-may I?” She asked quietly.

“Um, sure?” he blinked a few times. “Do what?”

“I-I…” She took a breath. “I-I have these…” She pushed her fluffy cleavage together. “A-and…” She rested a single massive (compared to Ember or Gilda) paw on his lap in a very suggestive position. She refused to meet his eyes while she did however.

“...Tell you what,” the stallion said, turning to the others in the room. “If you three can find a collar and a leash before we leave, we’ll walk her home and I’ll add her to our bedroom.”

Ember and Chrys got up. “Got it.” They said in unison.

“I… might have to close.” Gilda said, looking towards the back room.

“S-so… It’d… just be the t-two of us?” Bitch asked.

“It’s always just a one on one session to welcome you in,” Dig pointed out. “To see if you can handle it.”

“I-I c-can handle i-it…” Bitch got up to her feet.

“We’ll see,” Dig said with an ominous smirk. “Now, why don’t you heel and tell me why I should fuck your brains out your ears, hmm?”

“W-well… have you ever p-powerbreasted a bitch before?” She asked, emphasizing her bust still tantalizingly half-hidden by her vest. “While, f-fucking her b-brains out?”

“I’ll admit, none of my girls have much in the breast department,” the stallion admitted. “You do add a compelling argument.” He smirked a little. “How good are you at nursing young?” he casually asked.

“Oh!” She perked up. “I used to nurse pups before I left the mine.” She smiled cutely. “I-I’m also good with my paws. I-If you c-catch my drift.”

“I do, but the reason I ask is because it seems to be fashionable for everyone I sleep with to come down with a sudden case of popping out spawn,” the stallion pointed out. “You wouldn’t happen to be in Heat right now, would you?~”

“N-no… b-but soon…” She replied, her voice returning to her shyer self.

“Oh good~” the stallion smirked at her. “How big are Diamond Dog litters, usually? I’m trying to have more than one at once, you see.”

“Oh, roughly five to eight.” She mentioned. “Pregnancy lasts about eight months and births are live young. Pups love everything and everyone, though they need to be potty trained and need to be taught not to chew on everything.”

“Mm, you’d be the first non egg-laying species in the house,” the stallion admitted. “And hopefully the second to give me more than one child at a time.”

“Oh yay…” She smiled, seemingly not knowing what to do with her paws.

“Here, come around to the underside of the bar,” the stallion said, tapping it with a hoof. “Sit on the floor in front of me.”

“O-okay…” She squeaked out a whisper, got on the floor and crawled under the bar. Once she was in front of Dig Site…

He spread his legs and let his sheath and balls drop basically onto her face as he scooted closer, his musk and sweat filling her sensitive doggy nose. A pant came from beneath him as a paw rubbed over his sheath, the other paw cupped his balls. The pads of her paws were soft, like being touched by silk.

“Mmmph,” the stallion grunted. “Think of this like...an audition,” he chuckled, relaxing as he waited for the other two to show up again. “Impress me, bitch~”

Immediately his balls were slowly massaged as the pads of her other paw gently rubbed around his sheath. Suddenly there was hot breath on his balls as a long, flat tongue ran from his balls to his sheath. The stallion moaned lewdly as the flat head of his cock started to emerge, poking out to say hello to the diamond dog. The moment his flare appeared, soft pads slowly circled it. Then the tongue pressed against the entire flared head.

“Mmmph,” Dig Site bit back a groan. “You’re going to be fun to break in,” he muttered so that the dog could hear him. “Can’t wait to have you moaning my name.” He paused for a moment and smirked. “Say, can you say my name correctly?” he teased.

Her paw wrapped around his shaft and slowly started to stoke. His balls were lightly squeezed as her chin rested on his leg. Bright blue eyes stared into his. “Dig Site…” She said with a husky growl. “Do you want me to suck your cock Dig Site?”

“You’re saying it wrong,” the stallion pointed out. “Needy bitches call me one word and one word only, or they don’t get fucked so hard they can’t walk.”

She slowly ran her tongue up his shaft then kissed the head. “Master.”

“Good bitch,” the stallion praised her. “Sure, lube me up.” He pet her head between the ears with a hoof. “If you get me as wet as you are, I’ll bend you over the bar and give you pups tonight.”

She licked his flare then panted out a hot breath over his shaft. She slowly took his shaft in her mouth and started to slowly descend the stallionhood. As she did her paw started to stroke back and forth.

“Mmmph,” the stallion groaned again. “Eager, aren’t we?” he teased. “Well, that’s fine. I got room in the house to put up a kennel for all the pups I’m going to give you~”

That got a response as suddenly she was down to his medial ring. Her paw jerked him harder and faster than he was expecting.

“Fuck!” Dig hissed, hitting the bar with a hoof. “It’s like you want to be a breeding bitch,” he commented.

The only response was a loud moan that vibrated his entire shaft. Dig blinked before smirking.

“Gonna chain you to a nice big bed,” he teased. “Watching you get swollen with pups and rubbing your fat stomach. Never leaving it before I knock you up with the next litter~”

One paw left his balls as her other paw slowly squeezed with her pads. The moaning started to sound needy, as her head started to bob in time with her stroking. Her head came off his shaft for a moment. “Please, let me have your puppies master… Please.” She begged.

“Are you done preparing me, bitch?” the stallion intoned, looking into her eyes.

“Yes master…” She breathed, panting hot breaths onto his shaft.

“Well then,” he scooted back from the bar. “Present yourself.” That was a statement.

She got up and slowly shrugged out of her vest. She gently set it on the bar, leaned herself against the bar and spread her legs. “E-everything for you master…”

“Such a good pet,” the stallion cooed, getting ready to give her what she’d worked for-

The pub door burst open and Ember and Chrys tumbled in.

“Ah Ha! First!” Chrys cheered as a silver collar clattered onto the floor.

“Shit!” Ember swore, slamming her leash wrapped fist into the floor.

“Ah!” Bitch yelped, went to shield herself, then paused, looked at Dig then kept herself bare and open to the world.

“Good girl,” the batpony said, gathering up the collar and leash. “You’re going to walk in front of me the whole way home, so I can smell how needy you are~” he taunted her as he slipped the silver ring around her neck. “Wearing nothing but what your master puts on you~”

“Yes master.” She got down onto her hands and knees and crawled over to the girls who were still untangling themselves from each other.

The pair blinked at her. She sat in front of them like a dog.

“Woof.”

011 - Breaking Free

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“Okay Spike, I think I’ve narrowed the curse down.” Twilight commented, looking at papers as she trotted along.

“Good. Think they’ll find it interesting?” Spike asked as he sat atop the mare’s back.

“Dig and Chrysali- I mean Chrys. Yes. The others, not so much.” She giggled, organizing her papers and slipping them in her bags before walking up the path towards Dig Site’s home. “I hope I can determine some of the specifics, then I can properly figure out the countercurse.”

“Would they want it though?” Spike questioned.

“That’s for them to decide.” She glanced at the dragon as she knocked on the door.

A Thestral mare opened the door. “Oh! Hello Twilight.”

“Ummm hello.” Twilight smiled nervously. She didn’t know this mare.

“Dig’s a little busy. He found a wonderful Diamond Dog last night. They’re still going. Smolder has to go in to make sure they eat and drink.” The mare smiled. “I’m going to have so many grandfoals.” She actually squee’d.

Twilight’s eyes widened. “I need to come in.”

“Of course.” The mare stepped back, and Twilight confidently trotted in and past the living room.

“They’re busy Twilight.” Chrys commented as she glanced up over her book.

“That’s why I’m here.” Twilight smirked.

“And I’ll just wait here.” Spike slid off Twilight and waddled over to the griffon laying on the floor. “Mind if I use you as a pillow?”

“S’fine.” The griffon replied, half-asleep.

Smolder came downstairs holding a tray. She spied Twilight. “They just restarted. I don’t think they’ll be up to talking.”

“They don’t need to talk.” Twilight grinned in a way that made Smolder a little nervous.

“More… More master… Fill me with your seed.” Bitch moaned out. “I want your puppies.”

“Who’s a good breeding bitch?” the stallion cooed as he pet the diamond dog between the ears with a hoof. “Who’s never going back to dog cock ever again?”

“I am…” She cooed. “Y-you’re like one massive knot.”

There was a knock on the door. “Knock Knock.” Came Twilight’s voice. “Researcher calling.”

And then Twilight Sparkle barged into the room.

“Twilight, I am this close,” the stallion held his hooves an inch apart, “To throwing you next to her and alternating between the pair of you. You don’t interrupt sessions in this house unless you want to join in!”

“I’m not interrupting anything.” Twilight responded calmly, her horn gave off a soft, warm, violet light. “Just pretend I’m not here. This is about your curse by the way.”

“Master…” Bitch moaned softly, rolling her hips against his.

“Oh, you want another round, bitch?” the stallion smirked. “Lie on your back, let’s try that thing you suggested last night.”

Twilight quietly snuck over to a chair and sat down, glancing between her notes and the couple.

“Yes…” Bitch groaned, rolling over with him still inside her. The stallion laid on top of her and was still for a moment, using his hooves to massage her breasts before-

Okay, he wasn’t a foal, why was he suckling on th- The dog’s moan answered that question. Apparently he brought his mate sexual pleasure by doing that. Her massive paws covered his back as she hugged him close, also pressing his face into her breasts.

“G-good b-boy…” She moaned with a sigh.

Twilight looked at the pair and gave a soft, “hmmm” Then softly scribbled some notes.

Eventually, the stallion’s hips started to move, pistoning in and out of the diamond dog as he suckled at her breasts.

“Good boy.” Bitch moaned nuzzling the top of his head, as well as his ears. “Keep sucking. Drink from momma.”

Eventually the stallion stopped and smirked up at the dog’s face. “Mmm, just prepping you for your pups,” he teased, not stopping in his slow, gentle pistoning. “Buuuut, I can do this.”

A long tongue snaked out of the stallion’s maw and made its way to the canine’s nipples, teasing and lapping at them.

The whole dog shuddered. A paw began to pet his head, making sure to run over his ears. “Such a good boy…” She moaned.

“Mmm...who owns your doggy cunt?” the stallion teased, his body shuddering a bit. “Who’s going to give you more pups than you can handle?”

“I am… You’re going to wake up covered in puppies every morning.” She groaned. “And you’re going to be the stallion that’s going to give them to me. My good boy.”

“You’re sa~aying it wrong,” the stallion sang to her. “What’s my name, bitch?” He actually paused in the thrusting, waiting for her to say it.

“Master….” She growled, rubbing his ear with her paw.

“Good bitch,” the stallion shuddered, taking up the thrusting again and going just a bit faster and harder.

“Am I?” She asked, slowly rubbing a wing with her other paw.

“Oh, you’re going to be a very good bitch,” the stallion promised her. “You’re going to give me a legion of pups~”

Twilight’s brow furrowed as she glanced up. She rolled her eyes then went back to her notes.

“More pups than changelings?” She panted, flexing and squeezing around his shaft.

“Mmm...I’ll have to have you both next to each other and...compare your outputs~” the stallion teased, lapping at one of her nipples again.

Her breath shuddered. “What would you want me to do to Chrys?” She hummed, her soft pads rubbing down to the bases of his wings.

“See, what I would do,” the stallion illustrated, “Is have her lying on top of you, you on your belly on the bed...and I would fuck either of your cunts as I pleased. But Chrys? She’d lay eggs in your ass, and we’d see which set of offspring is more numerous...right at the source~”

“O-oooo….” She groaned, her legs wrapping around his hips. “Fill me with puppies…” She begged.

“Beg properly, I trained you better,” the stallion said threateningly, once again halting in the thrusting while he disciplined his bitch.

“Please Master… I neeeed them….” She moaned, bucking her hips as she did. “Please. Please, please, please…”

“I’ve got it!” Twilight suddenly cried out. “I’ve found out how to break the curse!”

Dig growled and glared at Twilight. “Either you’re quiet or you’re on the bed, pick,” he snarled.

“Well, I’ve finished my notes and I think I’ve got a solution.” Twilight replied, sighing as she put her things away and undid her her bags. “So dominant.” She slid onto her hooves. “Let’s Fix that.”

A violet glow encompassed Dig as he was lifted off the Diamond Dog. Said ‘Dog whined as he was removed from her. It was as if Dig was locked in place.

“...What are you doing?” the stallion managed to grunt out.

A force slowly started to stroke his cock. “Just reminding you who’s really in charge here.” She looked down to see Bitch sitting on the ground, begging. “Awwww, were you close?”

“Y-Yes…” The dog whined.

“Twi, it was just teasing, I didn’t mean for you to-” the stallion tried to talk his way out of this situation.

“Ah-” Twi looked at him, shutting his mouth for him. “I think you’ve been dominant for a little too long. I think you need a little reminding.” Where was this… Had it been that long? Twi continued. “Bitch, if that is your name, want to be dominant for a bit?”

“O-oh no… I-I couldn’t…” Bitch stammered, looking away.

“Well, now’s a good time to learn.” Twilight smiled as Dig was planted onto the bed, on his back, his shaft sticking straight up. “Now Dig, you may speak.”

“Twiiii, I had her trained and everything, you’re messing with i-” the stallion started to complain.

“Trained? Really Dig?” Twi asked, as Bitch got on the bed. “That sounds like a very one-sided relationship.”

“She came to me for it!” the stallion pointed out. “She won’t let me call her anything other than Bitch, what else am I supposed to do with that information?”

“What’s your name?” Twilight asked the dog.

“Momo.” The dog replied.

“Dig, ask her what her name is.” Twilight “requested.”

“What’s your name?” Dig asked the canine who was starting to straddle him.

“I’m your Bitch.” The dog replied a little breathily.

“Momo, do you want to ride him?” Twilight asked.

“Yes.” The dog moaned as she slowly slid down the stallion’s shaft.

“And do you want him to dominate you?” The alicorn questioned.

“S-sometimes. I-I just want him.” The dog moaned.

“Dig, have you ever asked how the girls act when you’re not around?” Twi asked the stallion.

“I-I just assumed they acted the same,” the stallion moaned as the bitch started to rock back and forth.

“I did a little Digging.” Twi giggled. “Want to know what I found?”

Meanwhile Momo/Bitch lightly pressed her paws against Dig’s chest fluff.

“W-whaaaat did you learn?” Dig moaned.

“Part of your curse has to deal with submissiveness and desire. Specifically it amplifies it in non-ponies and suppresses it in ponies.” Twi explained as the dog groped herself and squeezed her breasts as she rocked faster.

“W-Wait...n-none of our...relationships are real?” the stallion blinked. Okay, even with a bitch on his cock, he felt terrible about that one.

“They’re mostly real.” Twi replied. “It has to be based on something. It just amplifies what’s already there.” Twi sighed. “It also affects you too.”

“How?” the stallion asked. Okay, feeling better and the girl was close to getting a load of pups at this rate.

“Basically, it makes you more dominant in bed. And it makes you really not like being submissive. Actually….” Twi levitated out her notes. “Scratch that, it makes you more dominant in general, and actually gets worse the more females you have. Oh, and it also increases your sperm’s potency and meddles with the females heat cycle, if they have one. So, congrats, you’re getting puppies.” She giggled then paused, thinking a moment. “Was that ruin up north by the way?”

“It waaaa-” Dig trailed off before shooting a load of his seed directly into the bitch, panting for a minute. “It was,” he eventually admitted. “It’s...where I found the mind-warping ring too.”

“Well, depending on the exact location, I can tell you which Empire the ruin was from.” Twilight glanced at her notes. “North or south of Mount Everhoof?”

“Ah…” the stallion thought for a moment. “I think it was on the...eastern slope,” he admitted.

“That would be… Congrats… you were cursed by the Ancient Caribou Empire.”

Dig paled. “Weren’t they, like, really bad? Like, ‘Celestia blasted them from orbit with power of the sun’ bad?”

“Yes and yes.” Twilight nodded. “Domination was their thing. Especially to females. It was part of the praise to their gods. That’s also why there’s little to no record of their existence at this point. They were… And I quote. A stain on the purity of creation.”

“...Am I going to be blasted next?” the stallion whimpered.

“What?” Twi blinked. “No.” Her brow furrowed. “I figured out the specifics of the curse when you yelled at me. I can break most of it. I assume you’d want to keep the boost to fertility?”

“YES HE DOES!” Momo/Bitch cried out as she simultaneously hilted herself and came all over his hips.

“...I think the decision has been made for me,” the stallion said dryly.

“Want me to fix that now?” Twi asked.

“I mean I’ve not noticed it for half my life, but if what you say is true and it’s only going to get worse, it’s probably best before we get the whole catalogue of ‘Species Equus’ in a harem,” he noted.

“Mmmm sounds like a Manga I read.” Twi commented as her horn brightened. She stepped up and touched her horn to his head. “This might feel a little funny.”

A weird wailing noise filled the room as something emerged from Dig. It floated above the bed for a moment as Twi looked up at it. She frowned, her horn somehow lit brighter, the light was almost blinding. With a deep hum the thing dispersed. And her horn died to a soft glow once again.

“Better.” Twi sighed. “How do you feel, not counting having your dick in Diamond Dog.”

“I…” The stallion actually blushed. Blushed! “Oh...oh dear,” he admitted. “Um. Things got really out of control, didn’t they?” Ah. Without the curse he was much more shy and withdrawn.

“O-oh… I-it’s okay.” And so was Momo. “H-Hi. I’m Momo…”

“I-I’m Dig Site,” the stallion said, looking down at their joined crotches. “I, uh...hope we knew that about each other before, um, this.”

Momo leaned in. “I’d like to find out.”

“And my work here is done.” Twi said a little stiffly as she walked out with a bright blush on her cheeks.

Twi took a heavy breath and trotted down the stairs. Chrys, Ember, Gilda, and Smolder all looked a little out of it.

“Twilight. What happened?” Chrys asked, seeming to be the first one to come to.

“I broke the curse. Well, most of it. Also, I wouldn’t go up there. They’re getting to know each other a little better.” Twi sighed. “Listen, this isn’t really Dig’s fault,” the mare sat down in the living room, “but here’s the specifics of said curse. And, again, try not to get mad at Dig.”

Dig carefully peeked down the stairs. It looked all clear, but there was a mansion packed into the space of a two-story house. Full of five females that he’d apparently knocked up at some point or another. (Quite a bit of time was really… fuzzy.) All of which might be mad at him for what he’d done.

The whole place might be a trap. He’d have to tread carefully. He put his hooves to the wood and tried to sneak down the stairs.

“Dig?” His moms’s voice wasn’t sly, or amused, or angry, or anything that he’d heard before. She sounded almost concerned. “Sweetie.”

“Mom!” Dig hissed. “They could be anywhere! Stop drawing attention to our loca-”

“Shhh.” Black Site shushed as she drew him into a hug. “Shhh shhh shhh. It’s okay. They’re okay. They’re just giving you a little space.”

Dig blinked a few times as the statement processed. “They’re...giving me space?” he questioned. “I thought I would have to leave the house to give them space.”

“Everyone needs to process a bit.” Black Site said slowly. “Chrys seems the most stable. I’m pretty sure she was highly resistant to the effects of both the ring and the curse. She made herself a little nest in the basement.” She let him go and smiled. Then her trademark sly look grew on her lips. “By the way, how was it with… Well whatever her actual name was.”

“Momo, and, uh...well she was hit hardest with the curse, but it had the least amount of time to affect her, so, um…” He tapped his hooves together. “Well, she’s not calling herself bitch anymore and is wearing her vest again?” he offered.

“Well that’s a plus. Also Momo’s a nice name.” Black smiled. “Is she planning on staying?”

“I offered her a room before we both passed out last night,” the stallion admitted. “She wasn’t there when I woke up this morning, but her vest is gone, which is how I know she’s probably wearing it. So either she’s left, or she plans to move in and is getting her things.”

Just then there was the sound of feet on stairs. And Momo peeked around the corner. Her eyes locked onto Dig. “Hi…”

The stallion blushed, the memories of last night still fresh in his mind. “H-Hi Momo. I’m, um, sorry again for basically ponynapping you and-”

Momo bolted down the stairs and wrapped him up in a hug. She was wearing her vest he noted. “No! D-don’t apologise. It’s okay…” She lightly nuzzled him. “I-I’m okay… I-I’d’ve never done anything without… well… you. And… We can h-have a proper s-start. I-if you want to th-that is….”

“I...wouldn’t mind getting to know you,” the stallion admitted. “Any of you. But I...I was terrible.” He looked ashamed. “I...I treated you all like things instead of beings. I wouldn’t blame you all if you left me because of that.”

“Well… Then... Be better.” Was her reply. Dig snorted a laugh in response.

“It wouldn’t be hard to be better than that,” the stallion admitted. “But...I don’t deserve the chance.”

“D-Do we need to l-love you to make up for you not loving yourself enough?” Momo asked.

“Probably.” Black smiled.

“I…” the stallion sighed. “I was pretty terrible. And some part of me wanted it. Liked the fact that I kept getting more females and taking control,” he admitted. “The part of me that wanted to be brave and knew I could never do this normally. It all felt like one big dream, and now I’m waking up to find the sheets are sticky.”

“B-but isn’t that a sign that you’re male?” Momo asked, squeezing him gently. “I mean, you pretty much just acted on the desires that were already there. It took what you wanted and made it real. Maybe this time you can do it naturally?”

“Because a normal thestral stallion like me can totally attract two dragons, a griffon, you, and the bucking Changeling Queen to be with me, at the same time,” the stallion snarked at himself.

The dog blinked. “But you’re adorable. And, I think you’re stuck with us.”

“I would be surprised if even one of you decided to st-” Dig started to say.

Momo shut the stallion up by kissing him. Dig blushed, but didn’t push her away. The dog shifted her arms around to actually cradle the stallion, still not breaking the kiss.

“Oh you are going to make such a good mother.” Black commented, only causing Momo to eep into the kiss. Eventually it broke and Dig glared at his own mother.

“Really mom?” he said in the flattest voice. “Reminding us of that?”

“Diggy, you have to admit, you loved plowing that dog.” Black gestured a hoof at Momo.

“Mom!” the stallion blushed straight through his fur. If he wasn’t being held he’d probably try to escape.

“I loved you plowing me.” Momo commented softly.

“Momo! Don’t take her side, she’s bad enough as is!” Dig blushed harder, the red overtaking much of his face.

“M’not.” Momo said with a small smile.

“Oh they are going to love building up your confidence via dicking.” Black giggled, grinning happily. “Err, vaging? Pussing? Sex?” She hummed. “Yeah. Via sex.”

“I really don’t want to be talking about this with my own mother,” the stallion whined.

“Wanna talk about it with me?” Momo asked, cocking her head to the side like a curious dog. “If she leaves?”

“You were one of the victims, I can’t count on you to be totally unbiased one way or the other,” the stallion pointed out.

“Dig, you think you need to see a therapist?” Momo asked.

“...Maybe later,” he admitted. “For now I want to have the dust settle from...whatever happened.”

Momo nodded. “Okay… Want me to put you down? If not, that’s fine. You’re warm.”

“Please,” the stallion replied, happy to be back on his hooves once she did put him down. “Thank you,” he said up to the larger dog. “Okay...now I have to decide how fast to run so that the rest of the girls have enough space that they can’t fin-”

“Ahem.” Black trotted up and turned his head.

There they were standing in the living room. Chrys had her mane up and was wearing her reading glasses. Smolder looked nervous. Gilda looked worried. Lastly, Ember honestly looked kinda mad. Her arms were crossed and her foot was tapping.

Momo stepped around and body blocked him so he couldn’t run.

“...Girls,” Dig said calmly, looking back at Momo and mouthing traitor! He then turned back to the living room and braced himself, closing his eyes. “Okay...let me have it,” he told them. “I’m ready to be hit for everything I di-”

He was cut off by an orange smol dragon latching onto his neck. “Don’t make me leave! I don’t wanna leave!”

Dig opened his eyes and looked at Smolder confused. “Um...you don’t...hate me for what happened?” he asked.

“Why?” Chrys asked.

Gilda walked up. “Dig. Let me explain.” She poked his chest with every word. “You. Were. Cursed.” The griffon shot him a glare. “You. Are as much of a victim as the rest of us. It was a cluster fuck of victimhood by Ancient Asshats that were wiped off the face of the planet.”

“There’s something else.” Chrys spoke up. “Turns out that, that specific curse was actually regularly used on captured male equines to make them more compliant with their own masters.” She growled as her horn lit. She took a breath and the light died. “Twilight did her research. Plus, if it wasn’t a Caribou curse, it would’ve been a curse developed by a very evil sorcerer. So that was a no win scenario in any circumstance.”

“...oh,” Dig said in a small voice. “Um. Well I still think I royally fucked up everything and I wouldn’t blame any of you if you decided to lea-”

Ember stomped up to him and loomed over him, she snorted steam. “Stop.”

Dig meeped and shut up, promptly closing his jaw with an audible clack of teeth.

“You have had me worried sick!” The dragoness steamed. “I was terrified that you were going to forget everything!” She picked him up. “I don’t want to lose you!” She virtually roared in his face.

...Oh. Right. Sensitive ears. She’d knocked him out, judging by the way his head rolled back.

“Dammit Ember.” Gilda groaned, facetaloning. “I’m going to go change the sheets, the rest of you… cuddle him or something.”

Dig Site came to surrounded by females. The females he was sure were going to hate him were in fact snuggling up to him. If he were a changeling, he’d probably have exploded from love overdose.

So the stallion wisely chose to keep his mouth shut for the time being about any of them wanting to leave.

“Feeling overwhelmed?” Chrys’s voice asked at a whisper.

“That’s...putting it mildly,” the stallion admitted in the same low tone. “I just don’t understand the reasoning.”

“For us staying?” She asked.

“Surely you all had lives before my cursed flank wandered into the picture,” the stallion admitted. “I’m not blaming me here, I’m blaming the curse for taking you all from...whatever you were doing. I just don’t know why you wouldn’t want to go back.” He then looked at Chrys. “Okay, maybe I can see the point with you,” he admitted. “But the rest, surely…”

“Gilda and Ember were jobless. Smolder was basically a semi-part-time assistant at the hospital. Momo… I’m pretty sure she’s a NEET.” Chrys chuckled.

“Neet?” Dig blinked.

“Ahem. NEET is an acronym that stands for "Not in Education, Employment, or Training". It refers to a person who is unemployed, not in school or vocational training. Additionally, there are many that are supported by the Crown for whatever reason.” Chrys explained.

“Oh.” Dig blinked a few times. “Wait, dogs are pack animals,” he pointed out. “So...wherever she lived before just...decided not to use her talents at all?”

“Perhaps she left of her own accord?” Chrys asked. “Maybe ask her yourself when you get a chance?”

“I suppose,” the stallion sighed. “So, um. You all...decided to stay with me, then.” He blushed at the idea. “I’m...not sure how you intend to share me.”

“Might it be because we love both you and each other?” Chrys raised a brow.

“You would know,” the stallion joked, before wincing. “That sounded out of line, I’m sor-”

Chrys smirked as she nipped his ear. That got him to moan and squirm. Chrys shifted a bit until she was behind him. Then she nipped his ear again.

“C-Chrysaliiiiis,” the stallion moan-whined. “Stahpit…”

“Oh?” She asked. “You say no, but your feelings say something different…” She murmured in his ear, lightly running a fang over his ear.

“I-If you keep this up, I’m gonna-” the stallion panted.

She stopped. “Already? Gonna have to work on your endurance, Sweetie.”

“N-Not that,” the stallion huffed, glancing down at the small orange dragoness. Ooooooh...he just didn’t want to pop a boner while Smolder was basically snuggling his lap.

Chrys looked down then back up. She grinned wickedly, then slowly leaned in and slowly grazed his ear with her fangs.

The stallion blushed, hard, as the sleeping dragoness was introduced, snoot-first, to Dig’s shaft head as it peeked out of his sheath.

“Mmmph?” Came a sleepy grunt from the smol dragoness.

“Kinky.” Chrys giggled softly, slowly running her fangs over his ear.

“Chrysaliiiiis~” Dig moaned. “You need to stop before she-”

“Mlem~” The dragon sleepily opened her eyes, yawned, and closed her mouth around his flaring head. “Mmmph?”

That got Dig to hiss as he tried to hold himself very, very still. It wasn’t easy when there were fangs on your ear; thestrals were practically hardwired to respond to something like that, it was assumed another thestral would be doing that. The orange dragoness on his cock was also a hefty distraction. He just had to hold still and this would all die do-

Smolder blinked, the cogs slowly starting to turn as she awoke. She opened her eyes fully, met Dig’s panicked eyes, then Chrys’s sultry ones. Then her tongue slowly started to wrap around the stallion’s shaft.

“Ohfuuuuu-” the stallion moaned a little louder, before meeping and covering his mouth with his hooves.

Her head slowly lowered. Chrys on the other hoof, frowned. “Smolder…” The smol dragoness shot the mare a defiant glare.

“I...hah...sorry,” the stallion apologized. “Chrys...was insistent…”

He could feel Smolder smirk around his cock.

“Smolder. No.” Chrys growled. Her horn lit and Gilda, Momo, and Ember were lightly shaken.

“Bleh…” Gilda grumbled.

“Neeewww…” Momo shook her head sleepily.

“M’wha?” Ember’s eyes opened.

“Smolder’s gone rogue.” Chrys stated at normal speaking volume.

That got everyone else to snap awake.

Gilda and Ember bolted upright. Momo however stretched.

“Smolder… Release. The dick.” Gilda said slowly.

“Mmm mmm.” Smolder shook her head slowly.

“Smolder….” Ember glared. “This isn’t what we planned.”

“Thhk wwvvv eee bbrramed.” Smolder tried to talk with her mouth full of dick. Which only got Dig to moan as the mouth around his cock caused it to vibrate with her words. Ember then grabbed her horns, causing the smaller dragoness to moan onto Dig’s cock.

“I-ah! I don’t...think your plan...is working!” Dig managed to get out, squirming where he lay.

“We planned on teasing you for awhile.” Gilda groaned. “But someone got greedy.”

Ember squeezed Smolder’s horns, eliciting another moan from the small dragon.

“Nnntt rrreeddyy.” Smolder tried to say.

“S-Smolder, please be careful,” the stallion warned. “Don’t get into a tug of war with my di-”

The dragoness finally gasped and was subsequently yanked off the pony cock. She was tossed to Momo, who wrapped her in a bear hug. The long, hard cock that slapped up against Dig’s chest was in fact fully hard as the stallion blushed suddenly. They could all...see it and he was so certain that he wasn’t going to enjoy what came next.

“Okay. Momo? Please put Smolder somewhere.” Chrys asked. “We have a Dig to tease.”

“I’m...ah, already,” Dig blushed harder. “I-I could go somewhere and let it go down…” he offered.

“No. You’re not going anywhere.” Ember replied, rubbing a leg.

“This is fine.” Gilda chuckled as Momo carried off the smol dragon.

“G-girls, what are you...planning?” the stallion asked with a whimper.

“Call it… Endurance Training.” Chrys grinned.

Dig panted as he lay against the tile walls of the shower. They’d gone on for hours. Not a one of them giving him clearance to cum, and Chrysalis had conjured up some sort of magical cock-ring to make sure he hadn’t. He needed it so badly, but they’d just warned him if he touched himself, that they’d go for twice as long tomorrow. The sound of the door softly opening caught his attention. Slowly, an orange dragoness slipped inside and slowly shut the door. She crept up to the door and waved nervously.

“A-ah,” the stallion waved back with a wing. She’d not been there for any of the teasing. “Um...can I, help you?” he asked.

She opened the door, stepped in, and shut the door behind her. “Better question.” She kept herself quiet. “Can I help you?”

“Ah, the other girls, they told me not to-” Dig warned her.

She crawled closer to him. “Fuck what they say.” She hissed. “Want to cum?”

“Yeeees,” the stallion hissed. “But they’ll smell it on me and-”

She put a claw on his lips. “But nothing. Yes or no. Do you want me to make you cum?”

“What kind of a question is that?” Dig muttered, nodding his head once.

“What do you want?” The dragoness asked leaning against him. “Claws, mouth, pussy, we could recreate the draconic sock puppet~” She giggled weakly. “I… just don’t like seeing you pent up like that.”

“If you get on I’ll probably bite anyone that tries to take you off, I need to cum so badly,” the stallion warned.

Smolder climbed into his lap, resting her chest against his. “Will once be enough?” She asked softly. “Want to empty yourself into me?”

“I want to cum until there’s nothing left to give,” the stallion nodded once, running a hoof down her back.

Smolder kissed his cheek and slowly leaned up to nip an ear. “Make love to me…” She whispered.

“Take me,” he hissed back to her, “And I will.”

Slowly the dragoness ground her hips against his. “I’m happy to.”

Dig held her close with a hoof, before leaning down and kissing her on the mouth, sitting still for the time being. The small dragoness was just teasing for the moment; he was sure, though, that any minute now she would-

She ran her hot core over his sheathe. She briefly broke the kiss. “Please.”

“Crawl up here,” he whispered. “I...don’t want to push it into you. Even if you can take it.”

She nodded, hoisting herself up to rest her chest against his. “B-better?” She sounded almost nervous.

“Y-Yeah,” the stallion nodded, the shaft throbbing beneath the dragoness. “Um, wh-whenever you want to, um…”

“You’re cute when you’re shy.” Smolder smiled, nipping an ear before slowly lowering herself until her hot lips kissed his flared head.

“Y-You’re sure you want to-” Dig started to ask.

“With you.” She met his eyes. “Absolutely.” She pushed and started to take him. “N-now…” She hissed. “Give me another egg, you stud.”

The moment the dragoness reached his medial ring, the batpony started to do exactly that, shooting his cum up into the smaller female as he gripped her around her hips tightly. Once his first load was pumped, though...he noticed she wasn’t stopping.

“That’s one… b-but, I want to feel all of you…” She bit back a moan. “S-sorry.”

“J-just as long as you don’t kill me with this,” the stallion huffed.

“I’m not g-going to unbirth you dick first.” She grunted. “M’not that much of a freak…”

“W-Wasn’t suggesting that,” Dig managed to eke out. “Just...you might suck out my soul with all the cum if you do too much.”

“Would you prefer I stop?” She asked, pausing, just above his hips.

“Fuck that noise,” Dig snorted. “If we’re going to get in trouble, let’s make it worthwhile.”

She gave out a shaky breath as her eyes met his and their hips touched. Then she reached up, grabbed his ears, and pulled him into a kiss by his ears.

There were muffled voices from beyond the door. Ones which neither of the two even noticed.

“O-Oh… Well Smolder’s helping Dig.”

“... Not according to plan, but it’s within the rules.”

“I think it’s adorable.”

“Let’s just leave them to it. I think they both need it.”

012 - Change of venues

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Dig needed to head to Canterlot today. There was a bit of a breakthrough and he really wanted to be there to figure out what it was. There was one small problem.

“Mom. I’ll be fine. I’m just going to Canterlot.” Dig groaned while facehoofing.

“You sure? Is anyone going with you?” Black asked, looking concerned.

“No one needs to, I’ll be fine.” Dig sighed. “And stop being concerned, it’s weird.”

“Just call it, me finally paying attention.” Black replied with a frown. “And you should probably have at least one go with you.”

“She’s right Dig.” Chrys spoke up from her chair. Dig almost hadn’t noticed her. “Perhaps you should try seeing who’s actually interested in going with you.”

“Who, like you?” Dig asked with a sigh.

Chrys got up. “Oh, I’d love to, I never thought you’d ask.”

Dig paused. “As yourself?” he posed delicately. The last time Chrysalis had been in her normal form in Canterlot had involved lots of fire and screaming. According to his mother, anyways.

“Of course not.” ~Fwumph~ “What do you take me for?” Honey Glow asked.

“Probably the sensible one,” the stallion admitted. “Which is why I was concerned you wanted to go with me to Canterlot of all places.”

“Can’t I be interested in your work?” The mare asked.

“...You would be one of the few,” the stallion admitted. “There’s this mare who writes books that keeps showing up to my meetings with Twilight and keeps degrading my work, like what I did wasn’t real archeology.” He snorted. “Like learning a dozen different languages, travelling to every major civilization, past and current, and putting only half the puzzle pieces that even still exist together wasn’t work enough. Apparently if I let a silly little wall of solid ice stop me from getting to Dream Valley, ‘I’m not a real archeologist.’”

“Oh, all the more reason I’m going.” Honey grinned. “I’d like to put that mare in her place. Now what of Ember? She’s been keeping track of everything. Well, sans the ring, which she melted.”

“...fair point, and good on her,” the stallion admitted. “Well if she wants to come with I won’t stop he-”

Suddenly he was lifted up. “Nope, you’re still tired from our probably overdone teasing. I’m carrying you.” Ember huffed as she held the stallion.

“...This is humiliating,” the stallion pointed out as she carried him bridal-style.

“Is it that bad though?” Honey asked with a giggle. “Now, is there anywhere we need to go before we take the train to Canterlot?”

“You mean besides the train station?” the stallion asked. “No...I think I’ve got everything in my bags.”

“Oh wonderful.” Honey nodded.

“Have fun, you three!” Black waved as Dig was carried out of the house.

“...This isn’t so bad,” Dig Site noted as Ember laid him across her lap. Apparently she was enjoying the therapeutic effects of petting a pony, and Dig thought it was pretty good too.

“Isn’t it?” Honey smiled, scribbling away as she read a Daring Doo novel.

“Why haven’t I done this before?” Ember asked, running her claws through his mane.

“Eh, probably because we weren’t taking things slow before,” Dig pointed out. “I could probably nap right here.”

“You’re free to.” Honey replied then frowned. “Ugh… another temple, another artifact, another encounter with Ahuizotl. I wouldn’t be surprised if Daring was just stealing from the few gods that still live in those jungles. Mmmm what if Ahuizotl was a guardian, it would explain why he never left the valley.” She murmured as she scribbled.

“Hmm?” Dig flicked an ear towards Honey as his eyes started to droop closed. “You say something?”

“Just complaining about this hack of a writer. I mean, I don’t doubt that this stuff may be embellished, but if you shift your perspective, she’s the bad guy.” Honey glanced at, then smiled at the sleepy bat pone.

“Diffence...b’ween arcology an’ grave robbin’...research all da thins and leave it where ya fin’ it...u’less is active weapon er magic, er both…” Dig yawned.

“Well Daring just steals stuff, doesn’t even make sure it’s secure.” Honey frowned. “Then she proudly displays it in a museum… where half of her books are based after the item is stolen. Ugh.” She snorted in disgust. “I dare her to try that in my homeland.”

“Silly...theif pone…” the stallion murmured as he nuzzled the scales. “Diggin’s fer adults…”

Ember blushed, scratching at the base of his ears, avoiding the sensitive parts.

“Exactly.” Honey nodded. “And you silly pony, are falling asleep. And it’s adorable.”

“Wake meh when we ge’ there…” the stallion muttered, before falling still.

“Dig…” A voice spoke into his ear.

“Mmmph,” the stallion muttered, snuggling into the warmth around him.

“Diggy…” Came the voice again, accompanied by a tickle around his ear. “Why am I saying this, it’s stupid.”

“Because it’s actually cute, you heathen.”

“Fiv’ more minues…” the stallion mumbled sleepily. Warm was good. He liked being where he was.

“What? No.”

“Come on…”

“Ugh. fine.”

There was a hot breath on his ear.

Then there was something wet and wiggly in his ear.

“Scree-hee-hee!” the stallion bolted right into the air, his wings extended, screeching his head off as he tried to get the feeling out with a hoof.

“You made him Eeee!” Honey happily clapped her hooves.

“Bleh.” Ember stuck her tongue out and made a disgusted face. “Not doing that again.”

“Thanks for that,” the batstallion grumbled. “Bleh...worst way to wake up.” His ear flicked irritably, like it was constantly being played with.

“What would you prefer?” Honey asked. “BJ on a train?”

That got the stallion to squeak and fold his wings up, dropping to the floor with a furious blush.

“Honey.” Ember shot Honey a glare. “We’re on a train, in public.”

“I’m kidding.” The mare waved her hoof as she got up.

“Let’s...let’s just go to this meeting,” the stallion managed to say, with only a bare minimum of a high-pitched voice infecting his normal tone.

“Lead on pack leader.” Honey teased as Ember still tried to get the taste of pony ear out of her mouth.

“Yeah…” Dig murmured, keeping a careful eye on them in shifts as he started to lead them to the location for the meeting.

“Dig, Honey, what do you expect us to do?” Honey asked. “You’re so nervous.”

“I…” the stallion sighed, putting a hoof to his chest and breathing in, then out. “You’re right,” he admitted. “Let’s just do this and get it over with. It’s likely just another hack claiming that I couldn’t possibly be as well-read as I am.”

They arrived at the museum and the director met them at the doors. “Thank you for coming.”

“Hello sir,” Dig nodded respectfully. “I understand you have some things you wish to discuss with me.”

“Less me, and more, others who are concerned.” The director sighed as he lead them inside. “I assume you know who I’m referring to. I do apologise, but she was very insistent.”

“Is it who I think it is?” Honey asked with a grumble.

“Honestly, if I could refuse to meet with miss Yearling, I would,” Dig agreed. “She seems to think that writing about tomb-robbing is a replacement for archeology. Or that generous donations are a replacement for the process of getting trained in how to properly contribute to a museum.”

“You!” was shouted across the main hall.

“Here we go.” Ember grumbled.

“Please, Miss Yearling, there is no need for this level of aggression.” The director sighed tiredly.

“Oh go back to your trashy romantic-subtext tomb-robbing novels,” the thestral stallion snapped at the named mare. “I have had it up to here-” he raised a wing way over his own head, “-with your horseapples complaints that have no basis in facts, logic, or reason!”

“Excuse me?!” The glasses-wearing mare snapped. “Daring Doo-”

“Is a hack.” Honey cut her off as she stepped in front of Dig.

“And who are you?” The uppity mare asked.

“Hi. Honey Glow. Journalist for the Canterlot Times.” Honey replied.

“You’re the one who’s been trashing my novels!” A.K. Yearling gasped.

“Yes, I’m the one tearing down your books, because some pony believes that her foals novels are the next coming of J.R.R. Tauruskien.” Honey replied.

“Where do you get off attacking my books?!” Yearling snapped.

“His place.” Honey jerked her head at Dig. “Where do you get off turning a grave-robbing, narcissistic, adrenaline junkie into a hero?”

“How dare you, those traps-” Yearling started.

“Were there to keep ponies like you out. So you didn’t steal artifacts that aren’t yours to begin with.” Honey replied with a smirk. “Think about it. All the artifacts you stole were going to be used to keep ponies like you out. Ever not how Ahuizotl never left the jungle?”

“But he attacked me.” “Yearling” thrust a hoof at Honey.

Honey gasped. “Oh no someone is attacking me because I waltzed right into their temple and stole their shit.”

“They belong in a museum!” The mare snapped back.

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” Honey rolled her eyes.

“He stole the Sunstone!” “Yearling” pointed a hoof at Dig.

Honey looked at him. “Dig Sweetie, care to explain to the ticked off grave robber?”

“The Sunstone was not secure,” the stallion explained. “It was also drained of magic, sitting in the middle of a dead valley, on a pedestal. I calculated a 95% chance that when it was brought to a place of high ambient magic, I.E. Equestria, it would start to recharge itself. At which point it would be a solar-powered battery, absorbing light and amplifying it over a large region to help things grow like it used to.” His expression turned grave. “Someone with a villainous mindset could easily abuse that. So I did the only thing I could to foalproof the future: I secured it in saddlebags of holding and brought it back to Princess Twilight for analysis and lockdown, before somepony less virtuous took it for themselves to make some sort of solar death ray.” He hummed as he considered the idea. “I think she’s got it under five layers of magical shielding, and uses it’s magical runoff it to make popcorn during movie nights when she’s feeling peckish.”

Yearling’s glasses fell off as she blinked. “She- You- What?”

“Sweetie, Dig did his research. He doesn’t fly in half-cocked and do research after the fact.” Honey replied smugly.

“Oh no, most of the research about the Sunstone I had to do on site,” Dig countered. “Flutterponies were very insular, rarely travelling outside their valley. I had to dig up old homes just to have a chance to have a fragment of a book to translate so I could learn their alphabet. It’s mostly based on Old Ponish, but they were more...artistic in writing it. Once I had that to work on, I was able to translate the runes on the pedestal, knew what I was working with, and knew why I couldn’t bucking fly while I was in the valley.” He took a breath. “The valley died because the Sunstone kept absorbing the magic from it to try and grow things that had long frozen over. It’s a magical dead zone now.”

“Ooooooh…..” “Yearling” said after a moment.

“Sorry, might have answered too quickly.” Honey apologised to Dig.

“No, you were right,” Dig nodded. “Everything else? I was able to research, carefully go to this place or that based on some clue I found elsewhere, find another thread to pull to maybe lead me to Dream Valley. But once I got the basic directions from the wall rubbings in the First Dragon’s cave, I...might’ve only double checked them before flying off on the adventure I’d been waiting for.” His wings shuddered a bit. “Wasn’t expecting it to still be frozen. Or a dead zone,” he admitted.

“Daring, do you do any research?” Ember spoke up.

“Well… Yes…” Daring Doo/A.K. Yearling looked away with a visible blush of embarrassment.

“To the extent of Dig?” Ember asked again.

“No.” The mare shook her head.

“Then how can you call yourself an archeologist?” The dragoness asked. “Most of my day is now spent helping catalogue and identify things that Dig found and couldn’t immediately identify. And you know what, it’s actually interesting!”

“The only reason I took them,” Dig cut off the argument as he saw the mare take a breath, “Was because they were too fragile, or in too bad of an environment, that they might degrade and their historical value would be lost to the ages. So I took a picture of the site, where I found it, how I found it, in triplicate, before excavating it over the process of days. Then I packed them into bags of holding, which are universally agreed to be the safest way to excavate things delicately and safely if you can afford them, because you can fit a dozen of those in a standard saddlebag.” He snorted. “Tartarus, with a full load of those, one pony could excavate an entire site over the course of a year.”

“But that’s all so much woooork…” Daring whined loudly. “And it’s boring.”

“You don’t have the temperment for this line of work.” Honey pointed out. “You… You’re- It’s like you read these foals adventure books and decided, I want to do that when I grow up, and you actually did, but you don’t understand any connotation of what the work actually means.”

“Aaaaactually, there might be a line of work she is suited for,” Dig mused. “Remember Mom? She used to work with secret stuff. I’m pretty sure Daring would be well suited to the Retrieval branch…”

“Wait… Who’s your mom again?” Daring asked.

“We’re going to make her write spy novels now aren’t we?” Honey groaned.

“Could be worse.” Ember shrugged.

“I think she’d make a good Retrieval agent,” the stallion answered. “Just as long as she doesn’t flunk the training.” He gave the mare a look over. “How’s your ability to dodge traps?” he posed. “Because the answer is not good enough for my mom. I should know, I grew up in her house.”

“If your argument is quite finished?” The director looked like he needed a drink.

“Of course, sorry for the drama in your museum.” Honey apologised.

“I’m simply happy that we were closed for the day.” He sighed. “Now if you don’t mind seeing yourself out, I have a bottle of scotch that’s been calling my name.” With that, the director turned on a hoof and trotted away.

“C’mon, I have somepony back home that would be very interested in meeting you,” Dig suggested to the ‘renowned’ archeologist.

“Who’s that?” Daring asked, somewhat confused as she re-donned her glasses to return to her disguise.

“Sweetie, you could do better than a dress and some glasses.” Honey commented as the four of them left the museum.

“You don’t want to know the sorts of disguises my mom used to use,” the stallion groaned. “I swear when I was growing up I thought I had a dozen aunts.”

“Please, I could turn into a dozen of your aunts.” Honey rolled her eyes. “Or grandparents for that matter. Thestrals have some very nice, subtle differences that make them quite interesting to turn in to.”

“Honey, Daring’s right here, and we’re in Canterlot.” Ember groaned.

“So?” Honey raised a brow.

“What’s she talking about?” Daring furrowed her brow.

“I drop the disguise, what do you think will happen?” Honey asked.

“Do you know something we don’t?” Ember glared at her.

“Girls!” Dig said, putting himself in the conversation. “Let’s get home before we break anyone’s mind, yeah?”

“Fine, fine.” Honey chuckled.

“Mom, this is Daring Doo,” the stallion said, stepping to one side and revealing the mare that had been antagonizing him for these past few months. “Daring, this is my mom, Black Site.”

“Oh so you’re the one who wrote all those grave robbing books.” Black Site smiled at the tan, and gray-gradient maned pegasus.

Said pegasus’s eyes slowly widened, as did her mouth.

“Sweetie, if you’re not careful someone’s going to fill that open mouth of yours.” Black smiled with a small titter.

“C’mon in, we’re about to have dinner,” the stallion offered. “You can talk with mom about becoming a Retrieval agent over some fish.”

“Fish?!” Daring gasped. “I haven’t had fish in forever!”

“Gilda and Stud are cooking.” Smolder commented from her spot on the couch. She was reading comics with Spike and the pair had a massive stack between them.

“Oh hey, it’s the dragon club,” Dig noticed. “Cool. Where’s Momo?”

“In her room.” Smolder commented. There was the sound of a door opening, the sound of paws, and a Diamond Dog plodded down the stairs. Most of her body was hidden within a massive gray hoodie. Her nose poked out of the hood and her eyes peeked out from within the darkness. The arms even almost hid her massive paws.

“Correction, she was in her room.” Smolder corrected herself.

“Hi…” The big dog said quietly. “Did I hear dinner?”

“Not yet, but eventually,” the stallion pointed out. “Just introducing mom to a mare that I think she can help.” He looked up and down the dog before cocking his head to one side. “Interesting fashion choice,” he noted. “Any...reasoning behind a large, obscuring piece of clothing?”

“It makes me feel warm, and safe, and I like it…” The dog replied. “Rarity made if for me.”

“Huh.” Dig commented. “Well if you like it, then that’s what matters.” He walked over to the dragons and sat nearby. “So, what’re we up to?”

“Comics.” Spike commented.

“Super Heroes.” Smolder added.

“I’ve always wanted some darker or edgier stuff but Twilight would go nuts.” Spike sighed. The small dragon looked up at Dig. “Would you believe that I’m nineteen?”

“...Well that makes your um...exploration a little less horrific in my eyes,” the stallion blushed at the memories, looking away as he scuffed a hoof.

“Small dragons club.” Smolder held out a fist and Spike bumped it.

“Tartarus yeah.” Spike nodded. “Say, if I buy some graphics novels can I stash ‘em here?”

“Gonna have to find a room, but sure,” the stallion shrugged. “I think we have a small reading room lying around?”

“Second floor, second door on the right. The second door on the left is the shower.” Momo commented as she flopped down on the floor in front of the couch and rolled onto her back.

“Sweet, I have a secret collection of The Darkness that I haven’t been able to get to.” Spike smiled. It was honestly the first time he’d seen the dragon smile honestly enough.

“That works,” Dig nodded. “Heck, if you want to stick around I’m sure we have some guest rooms.”

“You serious dude?” Spike his eyes widening a little.

“Just don’t sleep with anyone without permission,” Dig joked.

Spike paused and slowly looked over at Smolder. The dragoness waggled her brows at him and Spike quickly disappeared behind his comic book.

“Dig?” Momo called out from the floor.

“Hmm?” the stallion turned to the fuzzy rug he seemed to have acquired. “Yes?”

“Can you rub my belly?” She asked with puppy dog eyes.

“Oh fer...you don’t need to make that face,” the stallion sighed, walking over and sitting next to her. He raised a hoof and rubbed the dog’s belly in circles, letting it run through her fur, or what was exposed anyways. He had to stick it under the hoodie to give her a proper belly-rub.

“Ah….” Momo relaxed, her stubby tail wagging as she did.

“Oi, fam’ly. Dinnah.” Came Stud’s yell from the kitchen.

“Hey, Honey, why don’t you drop your disguise when Daring takes her first bite of fish?” the stallion posed. The spit-take would be epic.

“Why Dig, are you actually being playful?” Honey asked with a malicious grin.

“Think of it as payback for her constantly dragging me to the castle and Canterlot for meetings that had no factual basis,” the stallion riposted.

“Ah ha!” Honey laughed then grinned. “I love you.”

That got a more familiar reaction: that of the stallion blushing and looking away.

“Come now.” Honey brushed her tail against him as she passed, heading to the kitchen. “Dinner awaits.”

Dig had been right in his thinking, seeing Daring spit out her food at the green flash of flame had been hilarious. It was only when even Black Site hadn’t reacted that the mare realized that this was normal in this house.

Though, with his sensitive ears, the stallion had his pick of conversations to listen in on. There was Smolder and Spike, Black and Daring and Stone, or the girls.

Dig’s ears twitched and one pointed towards the two small dragons.

“No, no way that Spider-Mare would fight Supermare.” Smolder said through a mouthful.

“It happened.” Spike pointed out. “I have the issues. It was one of the few Detecting Comics and Marevel crossovers to happen in the past decade.”

“I still don’t believe you.” Smolder frowned after swallowing.

“The fight is very one-sided.” Spike pointed out. “It’s mainly the mind controlled Supermare trying to get at Spider-Mare, while Spider-Mare tries to snap her out of it.”

“Mmmph. Dumb.” Smolder grumbled.

“What would you prefer Wonder Mare picking up Thundering Sky’s hammer, Mjolnir?” Spike asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

Smolder coughed into her drink. “Ec-fucking-scuse you?!”

Okay, that sounded fairly innocent. His ears twitched and focused on Black, Stone, and Daring.

“So… Lemme get this straight…” Daring started. “Your ex wife left you… because you were too big?”

“Aye tha’s abou’ th’ short o’ i’’ The small stallion nodded.

“And you just got knocked up while on the job.” Daring pointed at Black.

“Yep. I probably could’ve… No I should’ve been a better mother to Dig, but… all I can do is the best I can do now. Plus he has all these wonderful females.” Black smiled happily.

“And it was through Dig that you two met.” Daring continued.

“Yep.” They said simultaneously.

“That’s actually kinda sweet.” Daring smiled.

“Though, we did kinda go in reverse.” Stud chuckled.

Daring shrugged. “Eh, haven’t found a pony to keep up with me yet.”

Okay...nice enough, Dig supposed. How about the girls? One of his ears twitched and focused on the other four females at the table.

“Dig do okay?” Gilda asked, taking a bite out of her fish.

“Oh absolutely.” Chrys nodded. “Ember was just petting him the whole way up on the train.”

“Sh-shut up! H-he was soft!” The dragoness pouted.

“I wanna pet him.” Momo said softly.

“It’s worth it.” Ember said mid-pout.

“And… Daring?” Gilda asked while nudging the dog playfully.

“Well we argued, Dig exposited all over the mare, Ember threw in a few finishers, and Dig suggested a new line of work.” Chrys listed. “Though… I expect spy novels in the future.”

“If she survives Black’s training.” Momo spoke up.

“Ha! Un-fucking-likely.” Gilda barked out a laugh.

Huh. Everyone seemed to be getting along. Out of curiosity, his ear twitched back to Smolder and Spike.

“No no no, Twilight’s not that bad…” Spike appeared to be in mid-defense.

“Really? Cause, entire castle, and you get a closet? You sound like Hairy Potter.” Smolder deadpanned.

“It’s not that bad. Really.” Spike laughed a little nervously.

“That’s literally the only thing you’ve been saying.” Smolder countered.

...That was going to degrade fast, and made him glad he offered the little guy a room. His ear twitched again, hearing something coming from his mom this time.

“Wait… I was joking about the grave robbing thing.” Black said slowly.

“So, ye actually, on a regular basis, broke inte temples and took relics.” Stud deadpanned. “Lass are ye fuckin daft?”

“Yeah… In hindsight….” Dig could feel Daring wince.

Thaaaat wasn’t going to end well for her. Maybe his girls had something more wholesome to talk about?

“Momo.” Ember spoke up.

“Hmmm?” Came the soft dog’s voice.

“You’re adorable, you know that?” Ember asked.

“Awww…” The dog shifted to hide in her hoodie.

“Look at you expressing your emotions.” Chrys said proudly. “There’s hope for you yet.”

“I’m sorry, what was that? I kinda got distracted by Momo’s tits.” Gilda said as if coming out of a daze.

“Eeep!”

“And you ruined it.” Chrys groaned.

Dinner was degrading. His ear flicked and picked up something from Smolder.

“It’s okay Spike. You just need to have a serious talk with Twilight.” Smolder sighed.

“I-I know… It’s… been a long time coming actually.”

Huh. More wholesome than he expect-

“If it makes you feel better, I could get you off later or something, barring we talk to Dig first.” Smolder replied.

“Well… We… kinda never properly started or finished anything… And this time you’re not cursed so…..” Spike trailed off.

There it was. His ear flicked again to check in on his mom and Daring.

“I’m gonna die.” Daring deadpanned.

“Yer not gonna die.” Stud chuckled.

“I’m not gonna die and I’m never gonna find out who my sister is.” Daring stated in the same flat tone.

“New topic!” Black spoke up. “So! Daring! You found out you have a sister?”

The pegasus seemed to snap out of it. “Yeah… the records were damaged though…. I haven’t given up hope though!”

Huh. Well that was a nice, safe conversa-

“Though she’s probably dead… There was a storm and the hospital was wrecked…” Daring slumped again.

“No no, none o’ tha’.” Stud spoke up. “Ye’ gotta believe lass. Believe tha’ she’s ou’ there. Say ye believe.”

“I believe.”

“Louder.”

“I Believe!”

“Louder!”

“I BELIEVE!”

“Atta girl!”

Huh...still surprisingly wholesome. Which is more than he was expecting with his mother and Stone Stud at the same end of the tabl-

“I love it when you’re motivational.” Black virtually purred.

Whelp. Dinner was now not safe to listen to. Everywhere had lewdness going on. The stallion just blushed more and more as the talks filtered into his ears.

A hoof touched his hoof. “Dig?” Chrys asked softly.

“Sensitive…” he muttered, ears flicking wildly as they tried to find something sane to listen to.

“What kind?” She asked. “Would you prefer somewhere more quiet?”

The blushing stallion nodded once, unable to say anything more than a soft squeak.

“Sorry, everyone. Dig needs some time.” Chys announced while getting up. She actually went into ponyloaf position temporarily to allow Dig to climb on, which the stallion slowly did as he managed to not look anyone in the eyes. His ears still were flicking around, which might have been a clue to others as to why he was blushing so hard.

There was a chorus of byes as the pair left the kitchen. Chrys trotted up the stairs in silence, then her wings buzzed and she rose up to land in the Aerie. There the eggs were sitting in soft piles of hay, each with their own small nest. Only the occasional sounds of evening, turning night, echoed in from outside.

“Better?” Chrys asked as she laid down on the single large carpet. She shifted a bit, then tugged Dig into a hug.

“Much,” Dig sighed. “I, um...understand how these,” he waved a hoof at the room. “Happened. But, uh...the talk just sort of…” he blushed. “Yeaaaah…”

“I understand.” Chrys nuzzled him softly, much in the way a grandmother would. “You got overwhelmed. It’s alright my little pony.”

“I just…” Dig blushed again. “All that talk going on around me, some of it related to me. It’s...a bit much to expect me to keep up with the menagerie I’ve somehow made into a herd.”

“Then maybe try to break it into more manageable pieces?” The bug mare asked. “Was today that bad with Ember and I?”

“No, you were both well behaved,” the stallion admitted. “The day was...nice, for all that it was ultimately a pointless trip.”

“Was it though?” Chrys smiled. “I mean, you got pet to sleep by Ember, we got to put a… mmm… mare in her place, and you even turned an enemy into a friend.”

“Depends on if she survives Mom’s training,” the stallion pointed out. “Heck, level one is bad enough, and I had to get past that as a foal before I could go to school.”

“Well, if I was reading her right, she’s got the spunk to keep going.” Chrys giggled.

“Mom’s training never really ends,” Dig noted. “She just gets more inventive.”

“Hey, you two up here?” Smolder called out as her head poked up into the Aerie.

“Yes,” Dig called back.

“Dig, can Spike and I bang? Is that okay?” It was strange that Smolder actually sounded more innocent than normal.

“I don’t own you, Smolder, you’re not a slave,” Dig called back, blushing a little. “Just make sure Spike’s okay with it before you pin him to the bed.”

“Actually, we agreed that I’d be on top.” Spike poked his head up too.

“...Well as long as you both agree,” Dig was nearly crimson now. “Oh, and Spike, just pick an empty guest room, it can be yours. I think we still have some left.”

“Thanks Dig.” Spike smiled as the pair of dragons disappeared from view.

Chrys looked at her furiously blushing stallion. “Want to cool down, or want some relief?” She asked softly into his ear.

“I need to not think about the pair of dragons making more dragons right now,” the stallion managed to squeak out.

“Then want to make more changelings instead?” She asked.

Dig squeaked harder, she could swear there was almost steam shooting out of his ears.

“That wasn’t a no…” She whispered.

“This is teasing, right? You’re just tormenting me?” Dig asked.

“No, I’m serious.” She replied, nuzzling his cheek. “Teasing’s done. We’ve all agreed.”

“Screep!” the stallion squeaked out, his wings flaring.

“You are adorable.” Chrys giggled. Dig Site kept blushing as he fought to fold his wings against his side. The mare giggled again as a hoof started to trace a stiffened wing. “Thestrals have the most wonderful wings.”

...Did he just eep again? And now his wings seemed to be incapable of retracting. Did she discover a new soft spot?

She slowly smirked as her horn lit. Lines of green light began to trace his wings. The stallion let out a moan as he tried his hardest to, well, not be hard, blushing immensely at her tormenting him.

“Like that Dig?” She whispered into his ear, focusing on the joints.

“A-a...little, too much,” the stallion whined.

“Too much?” She lightly nipped an ear. “Want to roll onto your back?”

“Nuuuu...dun wanna be lewd…” the stallion moaned, squirming as he lay on his belly.

“Why not?” She asked, nipping his ear again.

“You all...deserve better,” the stallion huffed. “I dun wanna be the stallion that I was when you found me…”

“Dig Sweetie, are you associating any lewd behavior with being under the effects of the curse?” Chrys asked, pulling her head away a little.

“I mean...maybe?” Dig winced. “It certainly was all the curse was interested in...I just don’t want to be that bad anymore…”

“Something softer? Sweeter?” She asked. “Want me to be Honey for you?”

The bat...shook his head? “I don’t want you to change who you are for me,” he told the mare. “You should be proud to be yourself.”

“Oh, Sweetie.” She chuckled. “I am. Actually being me in the chitin is a bit new-ish, but I am quite happy with who I am.”

“Oh. Good,” Dig sighed, managing to half-fold his wings.

“I just realised.” The bug mare chuckled again. “You don’t know how old I am do you?”

“You can’t be that old,” Dig shook his head.

“Oh?” The mare smirked and cocked her head to the right. “Care to guess?”

“You can’t be older than thirty,” the stallion scoffed. “You look too good to be any older.”

“Love keeps you young.” She chuckled. “Trust me, I was a holey mess before you came along.”

“Well I’m not going to insult you by guessing your age all night,” the stallion said. “Because honestly, that sounds like a quick way to be teased for ‘flattery’ all night.”

“You prefer I just tell you?” She grinned toothily.

“It’d be faster,” the thestral pointed out, having managed to get his wings under control while they were both distracted.

“Alright.” Chyrs rolled her eyes. “Fifteen-hundred, eighty-six.”

“...You don’t look a day over a thousand?” Dig offered.

“Ahem.” She put a hoof to her chest. Then smirked at the stallion. “Flatterer.”

“Well it is kind of unnerving to know that you’ll probably outlive me...and our kids,” the stallion pointed out. Ah, mood successfully killed.

“And?” Chrys asked. “It’s the memories that are going to be the best part. However, I prefer to live in the now as it were.”

“...Fair,” Dig nodded sagely. “Wise advice, I should listen to that more often.”

“I’m just full of advice.” The mare nuzzled his cheek. “You just have to get it out of me.”

“By surviving your teasing night after night,” the stallion joked with her.

“True.” She giggled. “How’re you feeling?”

“A little more calm after that nice conversation,” the stallion admitted.

“Good.” She nodded. “And feeling better after dinner?”

“That too,” Dig Site agreed. “It’s...nice, getting away from all the talk.” He flicked his ears. “I think everyone else forgets these things are sensitive.”

“They probably do and I believe your mother’s just used to it.” She smiled.

“Stud knows about it and he still made that comment,” Dig huffed.

“True, even then, are you happy that they get to be happy again?” Chrys rested her head on his back.

“Yes, I just wish I didn’t have to hear about it,” Dig huffed. “I mean, my ears aren’t for show, mom.”

“Also true, though your ears are also cute.” She used a hoof to poke an ear. It flicked away from her at the touch.

“So,” Dig sighed, resting his head on the floor. “Think they’ve calmed down now?”

“Eh, probably.” She shrugged. “Wanna go down and check, or stay here and cuddle?”

“Cuddle sounds nice,” Dig nodded, using one wing to drape it over the mare’s back.

Her wings buzzed softly. “Mmmm… Yeah it does.”

013 - Moooving in

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“I have not been in my head too much lately.” Daring pouted as she stretched on the floor of the living room.

“Yes you have.” Chrys countered, from her chair.

“No…” Daring groaned. “I’m…”

“You need to relax.” Chrys countered once again. “If you stay this high strung, something’s going to break.”

“Mmmm… Maybe.” The pegasus grumbled.

“If you don’t want to relax via dick, then maybe you should find another outlet?” Chrys commented. “When was the last time you went out drinking?”

“Dunno…” The mare stopped her stretching and simply laid there.

“Dig Sweetie? When was the last time you went drinking?” Chrys called out.

“Well, it’s been awhile.” Dig called out from the kitchen.

“Wanna go drinking with Daring?” The Queen asked.

“She still not relaxing?” The stallion called out again.

“Yes!” Daring yelled.

“No~” Chrys sang.

“Whelp, we’re drinking.” Dig replied.

“But I could be training…” Daring whined.

“Any more training and you’re going to break a limb.” Chrys rolled her eyes, glancing over her book.

“What level did she get up to?” Dig asked, walking into the room and noticing the splayed-out Daring on the floor.

“Three.” Chrys replied.

“Ah, so kindergarten level then,” Dig replied. “Or at least, that’s what I had to get past before I could attend kindergarten.”

“Diiiiiggg…..” Daring whined. “Your mom’s gonna kill meeeee……”

“It didn’t kill me, and I grew up with it,” the bat stallion noted, holding out a hoof to help her up. “C’mon, let’s go drinking.”

She groaned as she got to her hooves. “Because you’re a fucking superhero.” She rolled her eyes.

“No, Mom’s just a psychopath,” Dig answered easily.

“I heard that!” Came a yell from upstairs.

“You were supposed to!” Dig shouted back. “C’mon, let’s go drink before she rigs a toilet to explode.”

“Dammit Dig, now I need to think of something else!” Came the shout as the pair left.

“So, trotting or flying?” The pegasus get a test flap of her wings and winced.

“If I thought you hadn’t pulled every wing muscle just dodging the razor wire, I’d suggest flying,” the stallion noted. “As it is, we’re walking. Stone’s place isn’t that far away anyways. The fresh air will do you good.”

“If you say so.” The mare grumbled. “I’ve dodged temple traps, why is this so much worse?”

“Because my mom’s only gotten better with age,” the stallion teased. “Every time she thinks she’s peaked, she comes up with a new invention to test. Mostly so that nopony else will have done it first.” His expression turned serious. “She takes the safety of her recruits very seriously.”

“So they can damage, but they don’t kill?” The mare raised a brow as she deadpanned at the stallion.

“Of course not,” Dig nodded. “You don’t learn if you’re dead. Mom only tests the non-lethal traps on her recruits. If you get so much as a hair out of place, you’re as good as dead and don’t pass that level of training. Because the bad guys won’t be using non-lethals.”

“Well shit.” The mare’s ear flicked. “That makes me think… Were the goons I was beating up idiots?”

“Ehh,” the stallion waved a wing. “Kinda hard to dodge traps while being beaten up. Mom never did do any live combat training with me. Just enough trap training to make sure I didn’t walk into anything obvious.” He paused. “Or hidden. Or invisible.”

“Invisible?!” Daring snapped her head around and gaped at the stallion.

“She’ll probably give you night vision goggles for that,” the stallion noted. “I don’t need them because, you know,” he pointed at his own eyes.

She gasped. “Night-vision goggles?! Badass! I’ve always had to light torches. Also makes me wonder why there were torches to light in the first place.”

“Because relying on a thestral to tell you where the traps are is asking to step into them?” Dig posed with a smirk.

“Don’t step here?” Daring mimed pointing at an invisible trap. “Okay I won-” She made an effort to step on it. “Oh shi-”

“Basically,” Dig agreed. “Ponies can be silly sometimes. Thestrals are cunning~” His smile gleamed in the moonlight.

“Ah ha. Would you say you’re a cunning linguist?” Daring smirked back.

“Well, one has to be cunning to survive my mom’s idea of raising a child, and I likely know more languages than are currently spoken,” the bat mused out loud.

Daring blinked. “Huh. Woosh.”

“Hmm?” the stallion flicked an ear.

“Ah, nothin.” She waved her hoof.

“Whatever,” Dig huffed. “Okay, we’re here,” he noted, pushing open the door to Stud’s bar. “Oi, you smol mutherfucka! Get us some brews!”

The bar was mostly packed. There were a few calls of “Dig!” from various ponies and other creatures.

“Dig! Ye get some time away from gettin’ yer dick wet te come out finally!” Stud laughed aloud, waving the pair over.

“Dig, you get drunk and hunt for another female, and I won’t hesitate to lay you out.” Gilda called from her corner of the pub. “However, if a female finds you, that’s a different story.”

“Yeah, Dig.” A Diamond dog asked as the pair sat down at the bar. “What you missin’ in your little pack?”

“Oh har de har, the pair of ya,” the stallion rolled his eyes. “Stud, gimme a Thunderstorm,” he ordered. “Oh, and one for the mare too, she needs to unwind after mum put her through the ringer.”

“‘Ow far she in?” Stud asked, trotting over to grab a couple of large glass tankards.

“Three,” the thestral deadpanned.

“Oh… Oh no… You poor mare.” Stud moaned as he trotted over to fill the tankards. “Daring, yer drinks are on the ‘ouse. Yer gonna need ‘em.”

“Thanks, I guess?” Daring blinked.

“Small warning,” the stallion said as the tankards were put in front of them a minute later. The dark brew inside seemed to roil like there was actual lightning in it. “Sip. Don’t try to down it all at once. Unless you’re a thestral.” He grinned cheekily at her before chugging the brew.

“Is that a-” She couldn’t finish. As she took a sip her whole body froze as her wings popped out. “Mmmph!” She twitched then set the tankard down. “Gotcha…”

Meanwhile Dig slammed his empty tankard down and wiped his mouth with his hoof. “Aaaah...a good opener,” he teased.

“O-opener?” The mare’s eye twitched.

“I’ve been drinking here for a year at least, probably closer to two now,” the stallion pointed out. “Who do you think helped Stud get the Thunderstorm?”

“Oh I don’t know, you?” The mare deadpanned, freezing for a moment again as she too another sip.

“Got it in one,” the stallion chuckled. “Hey Stud, you practice that mix I told you about?” Dig questioned the bartender.

“I have been.” Stud nodded. “Gilda, get off yer flank and get me that practice barrel.”

“No problem.” Gilda called out with a chuckle as she trotted off.

“What’s he been working on?” Daring asked.

“Just a special mix made in the Shades using the Thunderstorm,” Dig smirked. “We call it the Nightmare.”

“... are you trying to kill ponies?” The mare deadpanned.

Nobody really paid any attention to the door opening. “Hey Stud, need me some hard cider.” A rough mare’s voice called out.

“Dammit Dash, there’s better drinks than that apple piss ye call alcohol.” Stud barked a laugh at whoever came in.

A cyan-coated, rainbow maned, pegasus dropped into the seat on the other side of Dig. “Hey, Dig. How’s the herd life?”

“Draining, tiring, and exhausting,” Dig deadpanned. “But I’m not about to run from the responsibility.”

“Good stallion.” ‘Dash’ chuckled. “Who’s your friend?” She looked around at Daring.

“Daring Doo.” Daring held out a hoof and Dash bumped it.

Dash snorted. “What, like the foals books?”

“It’s not my fault I had some editors that said that foals books would sell better!” Daring glared at her.

“... You’re shittin me.” Dash gave her a quick look up and down. “You’re not pulling my wing?”

“I’m as real as you are Pride Month.” Daring cocked a brow at her.

“Huh… What are you doing here?” Dash raised her own brow in turn.

“Gettin’ into a new line of work. She’s kicking my ass. Dig here was convinced to bring me along to relax.” Daring shrugged.

“No more adventuring, tomb robbing?” The blue pegasus chuckled.

“Probably something more spy-related.” The tan mare shrugged. “If I can survive the training.”

“Well here’s to your new job and success.” Dash raised her tankard of cider and clinked it against Daring’s.

Dig looked between the two mares before slowly getting up from his seat. “Daring, sit next to Dash,” the stallion suggested. “I wanna see something.”

Both mares blinked at him. Shrugging again, Daring got up and scooted over a seat. “S’up?”

Dig nodded. Yeah. They looked eerily similar. He’d suggest they talk later.

“So…” Dash blinked.

“What’s up?” Daring asked.

They both blinked in unison.

They even thought on similar tracks. Ah well. Tonight was going to be interesting.

“You, small thestral stallion.” A thick accent called from the other end of the bar. “You are responsible for Thunderstorm, yes?”

“Yes and- ah!” Dig smiled as Gilda walked out with a barrel under one arm. “Hold that thought. Let’s see if this meets with the thestral seal of approval.”

Gilda thumped the barrel on the bar. “Here ya go.” She shook her head as a shoulder popped. “What’s in that and why’s it so heavy?”

“Well, if Stud isn’t telling tales…” the thestral smirked. “It should be the first batch of Nightmare mixed up outside of the Shades.”

“Please, Dig. Tap it and see if it’s up te Thestral standards.” Stud was almost vibrating with anticipation.

“Gimmie a small glass,” the stallion said. “Only an idiot would try to drink a tankard of Nightmare. The only ones that could are the Princesses, and that’s only because they can’t die due to alcohol poisoning.”

A shot glass was set next to the tankard. “That work?”

“That’ll do,” the stallion nodded, holding it under the barrel’s spigot and easing out a small glass of...blue liquid?

“Wait,” the stallion said, holding up a hoof. A moment passed. The liquid rippled.

Then the liquid changed to being entirely black with white spots like stars dancing in it. Dig smiled. “Well,” he said, looking up at Stud. “It meets with thestral standards.”

“Oh good…” Stud relaxed.

“Mhm, and you should only serve it in this size glass, unless you want to be charged with killing your customers,” the stallion nodded, sipping at his drink slowly. “Aaaaah...now that’s the good stuff~”

“What do you think?” Daring asked. “And would that kill me?”

“I could take it.” Dash smirked.

Dig turned to the right and raised an eyebrow at both of the mares. As if to say ‘seriously?’

“I’ll pass.” Daring took another drink from her tankard, not freezing for once.

“Pussy.” Dash nudged her.

“I’d prefer not to vomit my guts out.” Daring countered.

There was a thudding of hooves that stopped behind Dig. A shadow fell over the stallion. A brown-furred four-fingered hand reached down and took the shot glass. It moved over to the tap and another hand pushed the tap to fill the glass. The hands disappeared, there was a moment.

Then…

“Ah, bat pony make good alcohol. Small stallion should be proud of smaller stallion.”

“Thank ye, Mina. Glad a Northlander approves.” Stud nodded as he craned his neck up. Dig turned in his seat to see who could also stomach a Nightmare drink.

His face was full of crotch. Brown-furred, tree-trunk-like legs, ending in black hooves, joined at hips covered in black cloth. Dig looked up. Abs that one could grind meat on made him tense, a little. His gaze rose to a hefty bust, barely contained behind a black cloth strap. Wide shoulders gave way to bulky arms of corded muscle. A cow’s head, with two curved gray horns protruded from her head, stared down at him. Bright amber eyes twinkled happily as Dig realized that this minotaur actually had to hunch over in the pub.

“Hello little stallion. You help small Stud make Thunderstorm, yes?” The thick accent of a Northlander spilled from the smiling face of the minotaur.

“Holy shit…” Daring blurted.

“Dig…. I can’t fight that… If she wants you, just let it happen.” Gilda called out. “I’ll be over here giving you as much morale support as I can. You got this Honey.”

“So much faith in me,” The stallion rolled his eyes. “And I didn’t help him make the brew,” Dig said to the minotaur. “I just helped him be able to import it. Helped him find someone that makes it, because that secret is never leaving the Shades.”

“Ah, Mina see now!” The minotaur grinned. “Thank you, it very good brew.” She slapped the barrel on the bar. “As is this, it also good brew. It remind Mina of home. Warms Mina’s belly.”

“Yes, well, one isn’t supposed to drink too much at once,” the stallion pointed out. “It’ll kick your flank in record time, and that’s just in one glass.”

“Little stallion doubt Mina’s gut?” The minotaur, ‘Mina’, asked with a grin. “Mina have great tolerance for drink.”

“Did she just challenge Dig to a drinking contest?” Dash asked, downing her cider. “Because I’m not drunk enough. This needs to be more funny.”

“I’m sure you do,” the stallion chuckled. “But this drink is special. Give it a minute and you’ll feel it.”

“Stallion mean the tingle in Mina’s gut and hooves?” Mina asked.

“Huh,” Dig blinked a few times. “That should have shot up your spine to make you feel like you’d had fifty casks of ale all at once.”

“Mina can take anything.” The Minotaur nodded and puffed out her already noticeable chest.

“Looks like you’ve got a new regular for the Nightmare, Stud,” Dig called over his shoulder. “Besides me, that is.”

“Since she’s showed up, she’s almost drank me dry, and paid me enough to buy it all back.” Stud admitted with a laugh.

“Smallest stallion is good stallion.” Mina nodded happily.

“He damn well better be, he’s been my bartender for years now,” Dig agreed.

“Stallion is called Dig Site, yes?” Mina asked.

“That is my name,” Dig nodded.

“Mina is Mina Ironhorn.” She held down a hand to him. “Happy to meet regular pony here.”

“Well I mean, I am still a thestral, but I understand,” the stallion chuckled, putting a hoof in her massive hand. The minotaur shook it and Dig was repeatedly yanked out of his seat.

“Ah, good, strong, hardy stallion. Mina like you.” Mina laughed. “Mina not find strong ponies, except for apple stallion at farm. Mina had to learn to not hurt poor trees.”

Dig Site managed to stop his head from shaking for a moment as he clambered back into his chair. “Ah...yeah, they wouldn’t...take too kindly to that,” he said shakily. Okay, note to self, she was strong.

“Smallest Stallion Stud say that Dig Site has growing herd.” Mina laughed as Dig composed himself. “Is good to have large family and many children, Dig Site will spread his strong bloodline to his babies.”

“I, ah, suppose you’re right,” the stallion blushed. “I didn’t really intend for it to happen, but we’re working to have it, well, work together.”

“It go well, yes?” Mina smiled. “The females happy?”

“Yeah, they’re happy with me,” Dig nodded. “It’s just a wee bit overwhelming to think so many of them chose me in the end.”

“Mina curious, what creatures make up Dig Site’s herd?” The minotaur tilted her head to the side a bit.

“Ah...two dragons, a griffon, a diamond dog, and a changeling,” the stallion answered easily.

“Is good to have such different females.” Mina nodded. “Mina wishes you luck. Mina has no one herself. She intimidates the bulls away.” She chuckled. “Mina does not mind. Mina will find one eventually.”

“Aww, c’mere,” Dig cooed, flapping up to be a bit more level with her face and hugging her chest. As much as he could, anyways. “I’m sure you’ll be lucky eventually,” he soothed.

“Thank you kind stallion.” Mina smiled and hugged him. Only to cause his lower half to get squished into her large globes. Dig let out a squeak as his eyes widened.

“Uh...Mina, you kinda…” Dig blushed, squirming a bit only to get nowhere.

“Is there problem?” Mina blinked, apparently unconcerned. “Oh, Mina notices now, stallion is very gifted.” She smiled. “Dig must make females very happy.”

“Fuck yeah he does!” Gilda crowed across the pub to the resounding woops and hollers of praise at Dig. The stallion blushed again, trying to extract himself and finding no traction.

“Does Dig want to be let go?” Mina asked.

“Please,” he squeaked in a small voice.

The minotaur let him go. “You are small, but endowed like mighty bull. Mina approves.”

The reason she knew that?

Half of Dig’s shaft was flopping around under his belly. The stallion took his seat and carefully made sure nobody could see anything. His blush was a furious red under his fur.

Mina actually crouched down behind him. Her smile actually fell for the first time. “Mina apologises for her actions. Does Dig Site need relief?”

“It’s fine,” he squeaked. “I’m...used to it. Living in a house with five females and all. Though I think Smolder is going to start going out with Spike.”

“Dig, the back room’s open.” Stud teased.

“Fuck you, you bastard,” the stallion fired back. “Some of us can stand not boning something every five minutes.”

“True, I get te come to yer house after work and fuck yer mother.” Stud replied with a smirk.

“Mina is happy that Dig Site’s mother has such a good stallion.” Mina returned to smiling.

“That’s it, night ruined,” Dig threw his hooves up. “I’m going to go home and drink alone.”

“No one should drink alone, Mina will join.” Mina announced.

“Fine, whatever,” the stallion grumbled. “I think I have a few bottles of Thunderstorm in the basement…”

“This nice home, very cozy, good to raise family in. Mina approve.” Mina smiled as she looked around, her head almost grazing the ceiling no matter where she went. “May Mina meet Dig Site’s family?”

“They’re probably all in bed now, you can meet ‘em later. Or now, if they’re still wandering,” the stallion shrugged. “And eh, the house is bigger on the inside. Which is good, it means we have plenty of cellar space. And there’s some casks of Thunderstorm calling my name.”

“Good, fill pony belly with drink to make heavy weights lighter.” Mina grinned. “Should Mina be quieter?”

“I mean the bedrooms are soundproofed, so it doesn’t matter one way or another,” the stallion pointed out. “If they weren’t, I’m sure we’d be hearing two small dragons screwing each other right now.”

“Little dragons making more little dragons.” Mina nodded. “Is good. Large family means more support for elders later on, and more chances to spread the bloodline. Family is important to Mina.”

“Heh, well most of it’s still in egg form, up in the aerie,” the stallion chuckled. “Which is the exact opposite of where we’re going.”

“Ah, Mina see. Dig Site has personal celler for drinking.” The minotaur followed the stallion. “Should Mina duck?”

“Probably,” Dig mused. “The stairway might not be big enough.” He shrugged. “We’ll see.” They soon reached a set of stairs leading down to a large door, and Dig led the way first so that he could hold it open for her.

“Dig Site is gentlestallion.” Mina smiled, indeed having to hunch over a bit. “Were Dig Site Minotaur, Dig Site would make great husband.”

“That doesn’t seem to have stopped any of the others,” the stallion pointed out as they entered the cellar, the first time Mina could really stand up.

“Little pony have point.” The large minotaur said with a laugh. “Though Mina does not want to intrude. She isn’t worthy.” She shrugged.

“Pfft, who told you that? The department of totally wrong information?” the stallion giggled. “Come on, let’s find that cask.”

Mina followed the stallion. “Many bulls insulted by Mina’s size and strength. Heifers are for children, and Mina does not have build for children, so bulls say that Mina not worthy of husband.” She said, her smiling faltering a bit. “Mina is fine being strong. Mina is happy to leave Minotaurusia. Mina make many friends in Equestria. Mina have job. Maybe Mina find nice bull that not be frightened of Mina. Mina would look for other races, but bull elders smash rules and thoughts into Mina’s brain. Breeding with other races is wrong. Heifers are to keep house and raise children.” The Cow seemed to be venting, but her tone still sounded happy at least. “Might have been few of the reasons that Mina left.”

“Well, here,” Dig said, coming up on a pair of casks. “Down some of this Thunderstorm and I’ll tell you some wonderful facts about mammal biology.” He pulled up his own cask and started drinking straight from the tap, shuddering in delight as the strong brew danced over his tongue.

With a ~thunk~ the tap came out and Mina rose the cask to her lips. She took a few large swallows before bringing it back down. “Ah! Yes! Pony brew is good brew! Mina approve.”

Dig smiled and turned his cask off for a moment before he began outlining all the changes a mammal’s body went through when it was pregnant. Red Heart had given him a very, very detailed talk, to make sure he was ready for these signs. Like the body’s hips readjusting themselves...or breasts swelling with milk. Little things, so that even the most butch could be prepared to carry a foal to term.

“Little pony know much about mammal baby making.” Mina laughed. “Dig Site believe that even Mina could bare child? With body like this?” She gestured a hand at all of herself.

“Mmm, that’s the thing though,” Dig pointed out. “You’d go from simply attractive as you are, to a goddess of fertility once you did get pregnant, just so you could feed and protect your child, and have more afterwards.”

“Dig Site tell funny joke.” Mina snorted another laugh after taking another swig from her cask. “Dig Site say Mina attractive.”

“I tell no lies,” the stallion promised. “Keeping in mind I’ve traveled the world, learned quite a few languages, dug up artifacts...I have been to the lands of your people.” He shook his head. “The females that the males claimed were attractive were overdoing it. Fat is only attractive up to a certain point. You?” He waved a wing up then down her body. “You keep yourself in shape, strong, powerful. The only fat on you is where it needs to be. That has a beauty all its own.”

Mina actually blushed, her smile turning to a shy one. “Mina thanks small pony.” She took another swig. “Mina jealous.”

“Pfft, all you need to do is find a stallion out there and pin him between your breasts,” the stallion joked. “You’d have a pliant mate in seconds. No need to be jealous of the girls.”

Mina held up a finger. “Mina held Dig between breasts earlier.” She giggled then shook her head. “No, Mina jealous that ponies do not have to wear clothes. Minotaurs are much more... mmmm… out in open.”

“Well hey, who’s gonna see besides us?” Dig questioned. Oh...the drink had made him a little bold, hmm?

“Dig Site has point.” Mina blushed. “May Mina?...”

“Sure,” the stallion waved a hoof at her before going back to his cask and pulling from it.

Mina blushed harder and took another drink then set her cask down. “Does Dig Site have preference on what he like to see first?”

The stallion waved a wing before pulling away from his drink. “How about this?” he suggested. “I’ll close my eyes, and you can tell me when to open them.”

“Okay…” Mina nodded. Dig smiled and closed his eyes for the heifer.

There was the sound of shifting cloth and accompanied by the sound of cloth hitting the floor. Then more shifting and the clop of one hoof, then another. “Mina ready. Dig Site may open eyes.”

And when the stallion did open his eyes again… Mina stood bare, one arm at her side, the other under her breasts and lightly squeezing the other arm. Her breasts were full and seemingly were only barely contained by the cloth. The lips of her pussy were bright pink, full, and noticeably damp.

“How… How does Mina look?” The blushing heifer asked.

Dig smiled and flew up to her head, pecking her on the lips as he let his hooves drape over her shoulders. He pulled back and looked Mina in the eyes. “That answer your question?” he posed.

“Yes.” Mina smiled. “Does… Dig Site have ideas?”

“I think this is a good first step to getting your confidence up, which is what I was really after,” Dig pointed out. “You just need to believe in yourself, Mina. Not the things that were shoved in your head.”

“Thank you Dig Site.” Mina smiled shyly, rubbing her arm. “Mina is… tempted.”

The stallion raised a brow. “To do what?”

Mina took a breath. “To break rules that Mina was taught.”

“Hey, those rules sound like horseapples anyways, I say go for it!” Dig cheered her on.

Mina gulped, grabbed the stallion out of the air, and pulled him into a very heated kiss. Dig blushed as his wings snapped fully out and stayed there, not fighting the kiss at all as he waited for the heifer to finish with whatever she had planned with him. The heifer gasped as she broke the kiss. “Mina… want to do naughty things with small pony.”

“I, uh...Well I can’t actually stop you,” the stallion pointed out. “And you’re a grown female capable of making her own decisions, and I think the herd would be understanding…”

“Good. Now, Mina must ask,” She started as she pressed Dig into her breasts. “How did Mina’s breasts feel to Dig Site at Slobberknocker?”

“Ahm, I mean…” the stallion blushed harder as Mina felt his rod grow between her titflesh once again.

“Mmmm?” Mina hummed, lightly jiggling her generous bust against the stallion. “Tell Mina.”

“You’re...so soft,” the thestral moaned. “It’s impossible to resist.”

“Does stallion want to wedge his mighty rod in them?” Mina smiled with an evident blush.

“M-maybe later, though let’s keep that in mind,” Dig blushed. “W-what else did you want to do?”

“Mina want to feel Dig Site’s rod in her hands.” Mina grinned as she slowly sat on the floor, slowly setting him in front of her.

“O-oh gosh,” the stallion blushed harder as Mina treated him like a toy. “Um, do be careful, I break pretty easily…”

“Mina will be gentle. Mina will do her best to not hurt small stallion.” The heifer smiled softly. “Does Mina intimidate you?”

“O-Only in the sense that I know you’re strong enough to hurt if you’re not careful,” the stallion answered. “But...that’s okay. I know you wouldn’t do it on purpose.”

“Mina will be gentle.” Mina nodded. “Unless Dig Site want Mina to dominate him.”

“If you did I think the hospital would make my recovery as painful as possible,” Dig pointed out. “So, what are you plan-”

Mina lightly pushed him onto his back. “Dig Site like to talk. Is good. Mina like talking with small stallion. But Mina may be impatient.”

Dig gulped. “Uh Mina, just please be care-”

“Shhh… Mina will be.” Mina shushed as she reached out and gently spread his back legs. The stallion’s rod thumped against his chest as he tried to not cover himself.

The heifer let out a breath as she slowly reached out. “May Mina?…” She let her question hang. “Mina… admit, she has not done much… ever…”

“Oh, s-sure, feel free to...explore,” the stallion said, relaxing a little. Well if this was what she wanted to do, that was fine.

The minotaur gulped as she rested her hand against the stallion’s shaft. Slowly her hand wrapped around it. “Is so warm…”

“I’d hope so, it’s part of me,” Dig joked.

Mina’s eyes were locked onto it as she lightly pulled it up. “Small stallion have mighty, girthy shaft. Like mighty iron rod. Mina approve.”

“Well, I’m glad you like it,” the stallion admitted. “And it’s nice feeling hands on it as well…”

Mina blinked, then shifted to sit on her knees. “Mina’s hands feel good?” She brought her other hand up and wrapped it around his base.

“Oh fuuuuuck yes they do,” Dig moaned, holding himself still with great effort.

“D-does Dig Site want to f-fuck Mina’s hands?” She shuddered as her thighs clenched together.

“I-I probably shouldn’t,” the stallion huffed. “This is supposed to be about you...learning new things…”

“But Mina want Dig Site to enjoy himself.” Mina said with a shuddering breath as her hands lightly started to stroke.

“T-trust me, I am,” the stallion managed to say. “But...you should explore things that you couldn’t before.”

“Then…” Mina let go of the stallion’s shaft, causing a small whine to leave the pony. She shifted, got her hands and knees and crawled around until her her backside was on full display. The legs were clearly shaking. She looked back at the stallion. “Mina hear thestrals have talented tongue… Would… Would Dig Site like to show Mina?”

“Oh, that I can do,” the stallion admitted. “Just...bring it down here. Slowly. Don’t want to suffocate me.”

Mina slowly lowered her backside towards him until her pussy hovered right over his face. “G-good for pony?”

Dig smiled and latched onto her hips, bringing his face up a little more. Then his tongue pressed against her lips, getting a taste of her as he lapped away.

Mina gasped, jumping a little at the contact. He huffed a breath out as her hips gave a small buck. “Mina see now….”

Dig smirked, before starting to thread his tongue into the heifer, letting it coil around and stroke her innards from back to front.

“Dig Site do have talented tongue!” Mina moaned out, balling her hands into fists and closing her eyes tight.

Hmmm...his tongue went as far back as it could, licking and teasing every part of her he could find. A push here, a tease there...surely she couldn’t handle it forever…

“Dig- Dig Site! S-something…” Mina gasped, rolling her hips into his face.

Dig pulled a bit of his tongue back and pressed against the small nub that Gilda had taught him about.

“UNH! DIG!” Mina shouted as Dig’s face was sprayed with heifer cum.

The stallion drank down what he could, helpfully siphoning it into his mouth as he made sure the minotaur enjoyed herself.

Mina shook as she pulled herself up. “That…. That… Mina approve.” She giggled with panting breaths.

“Mhm,” the stallion nodded, wiping his face off. “I give that to all my girls as well. Once they learned I could, it became the warm-up act.”

“Speaking of warm-up.” Mina looked back, still on her hands and knees. Her legs spread. “W-Want to plunge your m-mighty stallion rod into this h-heifer’s p-pussy?”

“I mean, I won’t say no,” the stallion admitted, rolling onto his hooves. He walked over to where Mina was presenting herself and ran a hoof over her rump, letting her feel his touch.

“Mmmmph… Mina sensitive… all over.” She moaned. “Mina’s arms tired.” She shifted to lower her front half, crossing her arms and resting her head on them. Her backside was still fully presented for the stallion.

“That just makes this easier,” Dig noted, rearing up and landing on Mina’s back, his rod dancing around from the motion. “Now, hold still,” he said, reaching down with a hoof to try and line himself up properly. “Time to show you why your elders were full of horseapples.”

“Show Mina. Take Mina.” The heifer panted as her hips bucked a little. “M-make Mina yours. F-fill her with your s-stallion m-might. R-ride her like… like-”

“Hey Dig, Mina, you down here?” Gilda’s voice called out.

Both froze as there came a trotting. Gilda stopped in front of the two smirking. “Not content were ya? You had to get another one.” She chuckled.

“Mina sorry! It Mina’s-” The heifer was cut off.

“Pfft, it’s fine.” The hen waved a talon. “In fact, you ever been with a female?”

“Elders say that bull and bull or heifer and heifer love is wrong.” Mina blushed harder. “B-but tonight Mina breaking every rule.”

“Sounds good to me.” Gilda smirked. The griffon trotted up to Mina, laid down, and rolled over spreading her legs.

Mina took a panting breath, glancing between the hen and the hen’s damp lips.

“You lick i-” Gilda squawked as the minotaur’s long flat tongue lapped roughly over the griffon’s lips.

Dig noticeably relaxed as Mina embraced new things again, before he lined himself up and pushed his cock into the heifer. The heifer groaned into the griffon’s pussy as the minotaur pussy almost greedily took the stallion.

“Fuck- You s-sure you haven’t done this before?” Gild asked, grabbing Mina’s head with her talons as the minotaur started to push her tongue into the birbpussy.

“Said-” Dig huffed as he hilted smoothly and gently. “Said that she intimidated others,” he finally managed to string a sentence together. “Wonder how intimidated they’ll be when she’s popping out minotaurs~”

“Mlem- One at a time.” Mina temporarily pulled away to comment before shoving her tongue back into the hen, causing another delightful squawk.

“Y-Ya don’t s-say…” Gilda was already panting, rolling her hips into the heifer’s mouth. She shifted to grab the minotaur’s horns and squeeze them.

“Mmm...get ready, I’m about to start moving,” Dig warned, before pulling nearly all of his cock out, slowly. Once only the head of his rod was left inside the heifer, the stallion slammed it back into her.

This caused a chain reaction. Dig slammed in, bucking Mina forward, also causing her to moan loudly right into Gilda’s pussy.

“Fuck yes!” Gilda gasped as she felt the heifer’s tongue fill her. Though it didn’t get as far as a dick, it was rough and hit all the right places.

From there the fuck-chain was mostly powered by Dig’s hips. Every time he slammed home in Mina, she was bucked forwards, which would almost but not quite set off Gilda every time Mina moaned into the hen’s lips.

“Shit shit! Both of you, s-slow d-down…. Gonna cum if you don’t…” Gilda gasped for breath as she humped the heifer’s face.

“Gotta...show her a good time,” Dig panted back, gripping Mina around the chest as his thrusting became more fast-paced. Huh...he couldn’t quite reach her breasts, but he could just about feel the underside of them from here.

Mina briefly pulled her head up. “P-pause?” She asked with a throaty moan. “S-should Mina r-roll onto her back?”

“If you can do that while I’m railing you,” Dig teased.

Mina groaned as she flopped onto her side and slowly shifted around until she was on her back.

“Holy shit, those tits!” Gilda squawked, rubbing herself roughly with her talons. She got up and slowly lowered her backside over Mina’s face. She gasped as she was virtually attacked by the tongue. Gilda lowered her front half and caught the heifer’s left breast in her beak while her talons wrapped around the hefty globe.

Mina loudly groaned into the hen’s pussy as the hen started to suck.

“Somebody is sensitive~” the stallion sang as he resumed the railing of the cow. “Mmm...you’re gonna look so nice when you’re carrying my foal~” he teased. “Maybe I’ll sell your milk at the market~”

Mina’s legs spread wider in response. “F-fuck! Th-that g-got a response!” Gilda groaned out, before latching back onto the tit.

“Of course, you realize,” Dig mused, “That in order to keep up with the demand for your wonderful milk, you’ll have to always be pregnant~”

Mina suddenly slammed her hips up into Dig’s as her tunnel clenched around him, making it a little hard to pull out.

“Dig. Keep talking.” Gilda panted between her drinks at the now leaking breast. “I-I think I got a kink for you i-impregnating other females.”

Dig chuckled, running a hoof over Mina’s stomach. “You feel that?” he teased. “That is your future. You’re going to swell with my foals, again, and again, and again. I’ll have to build you your own bed, you’re going to be so swollen with milk and young for the rest of your days~”

“Dig- Dig- Dig-” Gilda gasped out, roughly grinding her pussy into the heifer’s mouth. “G-gonna cum. Dig- Make her cum! Fill her with your seed!”

In response, Mina’s legs wrapped around Dig’s waist, not enough to hurt but enough to lock him in place as her cunt rippled and milked his cock, demanding his seed.

“You want it, my little breeding sow?” Dig grunted, rubbing her clit with a hoof as his own orgasm started to sneak up on him. “Then...fucking...take it!” His cock jerked inside of her as his essence spilled up into her tunnel, filling her with his warmth and seed.

“Ah! Ah! Fuuuuuuuuuu-” Gilda’s wings snapped open wide as she shook violently and her voice gave way to a screech.

Dig’s cock was milked dry as it was squeezed and all but sealed inside the heifer. Her entire body quivered uncontrollably for a minute or two, before relaxing and slumping. In turn, Gilda slumped on top of the minotaur, her head wedging between the heifer’s breasts.

“Well...that was a good round one,” Dig stated, not withdrawing from Mina. “Give me five minutes, we can be sure it took.” He patted one of Mina’s thighs. “Little breeding sow~”

“Mina love sex.” Mina groaned with a goofy smile on her face. “Mina love Gilda. Mina love Dig Site. Mina love cock and pussy. Mina never going back to Minotaurusia ever again. Mina could not live without stallion cock.”

“Good, because for you?” Dig teased. “You get to walk around the home naked. Anytime anyone wants you?” He stroked her thigh again. “You get to bend over for them~”

“Mina want to get fucked by every one of Dig Site’s family.” Mina moaned, her tunnel rippling and squeezed the stallion shaft inside her. “Mina want to walk around dripping on the floor. Mina want to be shameless.”

“Good Luna, we’ve adopted a closet exhibitionist,” the stallion said to Gilda.

“Closet?” Gilda groaned, rolling off the heifer and lightly rubbing a talon over the breast she hadn’t paid attention to. “Sounds pretty blatant to me. Also Dig, love the dominance. Though that’s probably all that drink talking.”

“Oh, for sure,” the stallion nodded, swaying a little. “I am going to have a hangover Stud would be proud of when I wake up. But for now…” He glanced down at Mina. “I have a cow to fuck~”

“Fuck Mina so much Dig Site’s seed pours out her pussy.” Mina moaned.

“Whelp. You heard her.” Gilda chuckled. “She’s going to suck you dry.” The hen nuzzled the heifer’s breast. “Such a sexy cum-hungry cow.”

Dig woke up.

No, that was too gentle.

Dig Site was awoken by the feeling of a thousand angry lumberjack ponies trapped inside his skull.

Better.

He groaned and attempted to roll to his hooves.

Only to flop off the couch.

“Silly pony, Dig Site need to stay on couch.” Came the somewhat booming voice of Mina. There was a feeling of hands under his forelegs and he was set back on the soft surface. “Much better. Now, Mina have coffee, Mina has drawn blinds, and Mina has told others that small pony has drank too much.” There was a chuckle. “Mina would have brought you to bedroom, but she not know where that it. Also, Gilda make breakfast.”

Oh...that was the minotaur he remembered from last night. What was she doing in his home? “Bwuh?” the stallion said as he wiggled a little on the couch.

“Come, you sit on Mina’s lap.” There was a shuffling, then Dig was picked up and sat in a large lap and his head rested between…

“Meep,” the stallion squeaked. Memories of last night were flooding back and the stallion was not proud of how he’d acted. “Um, I, uh, ah…” Now if only he could talk properly.

“Gilda say that Dig Site is shy when not drinking.” Arms wrapped around him. “That okay with Mina. Dig Site is cute when he shy and sexy when he dominant. If okay with Dig Site, Mina make it her mission to sleep with every member of Dig Site’s family, so she can properly integrate into family. Oh, and Gilda go tell Apple family that she need day off due to Dig Site and drinking. Apparently Apple mare laugh and say is fine.”

“Well that’s...fine I guess,” Dig blushed harder. “Um, Mina, I uh-”

“Yes?” Mina asked.

The stallion gulped. “I...I don’t know if I can apologize enough for how I acted, I’m not normally like that and-”

Dig was picked up and cut off by a kiss. “No apologising. Dig Site liberated Mina more than he could know. Mina feels… free.”

“Oh, well, if you’re happy,” Dig sighed. He would still have to have words with the rest of the family.

“Mina?” Spike’s voice spoke up.

“Cereal needs some milk.” Also came Smolder’s.

“Yes little dragons, Mina can give milk.” Mina laughed.

...The house was never going to be the same, was it?

014 - For the birds

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“Hey Dig.” Gilda called out as she came in, fluffing a little snow off her wings. “Guess what I found out?”

“Gilda, why was griffon outside when the snow is so thick?” Mina asked as she sat on the floor rubbing the belly of a very happy looking Momo.

“It’s Gilda, what do you think?” Chrys commented putting up decorations on a tree with Spike and Smolder.

“Ah ha!” Came a draconic cry from the kitchen. “I did it! I made coffee!” Ember sounded so proud of herself. The cry caused Twilight Sparkle to bolt up from her half-dozing spot on the couch and shoot into the kitchen.

“This is the weirdest family,” Dig commented from his spot on the couch. He sipped his cocoa and turned to Gilda. “What’d you learn?” he questioned the catbird.

“So…” Gilda took off her scarf and walked over to take the chair that was normally claimed by Chrys. “I found out that Ponyville has a strip club. It’s next to the club that Vinyl Scratch DJ’s at.”

“Oh, yeah.” Chrys nodded.

“It’s not bad.” Spike commented. “The exotic dancers are actually exotic.”

“Spiiiike.” Twilight poked her head out of the kitchen as her horn glowed. A steaming cup of coffee hovered behind her head. “How do you know about the strip club?”

“I’m an adult and at the time I didn’t have a dragon to bury my dicks in.” Spike replied, hanging an ornament on the tree.

“He does now.” Smolder replied. “Hey, Dig, since Spike and I are a thing, we can still live here, right?”

“Hey, I’m not about to kick you out,” Dig commented. “Though I will expect you to show up less often demanding to be ‘worn all day’ in the mornings.”

“You clearly haven’t seen Spike when I’ve riled him up and his dicks swell like-” Smolder was cut off.

“Somebody mention the strip club?” Ember asked, walking out and carrying a cup that looked like it was filled with bubbling tar. She sat down next to Dig and kissed his cheek.

“A rude stallion once suggested Mina work at strip club.” Mina spoke up. “Strong red stallion hit him before Mina could. He was gentlebull.”

“Okay, fair enough all around,” Dig nodded. “So why are you bringing this up now, Gilda?”

“Well…… I was looking around inside…” The griffon looked anywhere but at Dig. “And… I saw someone…”

“Did Gilda find another female for Dig? Can Dig’s strong stallion rod handle another?” Mina asked.

“Mina?” Twilight trotted up to the cow. “It’s a tad strong.” She hovered her cup over to the heifer.

Mina chuckled. “Of course purple smart.” The heifer undid the strap around her breasts, only for a dog paw to reach up and milk a tit into the cup. “Thank you cute doggo.”

“You’re welcome.” Came the soft reply from the floor. Mina chuckled as she redonned her top.

“Gilda, do you honestly think we have room for more?” the stallion asked with a raised eyebrow.

“We have like three rooms in the loft across from the aeire.” Gilda pointed out. “Also, can I let her in?”

“Wait- Hold up-” Ember got to her feet. “Did you leave her outside?! In the snow?!”

“...Maybe.” Gilda replied.

“Mina go get.” Mina got up and walked over to the door. “Hello! Ignore rude griffon, she will be punished later.”

There wasn’t a reply, but there was the sound of talons in the entryway.

“Ah. Mina see.” Mina said as if in response to an unheard answer.

The minotaur walked back in followed by a… Parrot?

Yes a parrot. Her feathers were bright red, with the feathers of her head being tipped with yellow. The feathers around her emerald green eyes were a vibrant blue. The talons of her arms and legs, as well as her beak, were a rich golden yellow, like wheat. And while she was thin to a point, she still maintained an almost hourglass figure. If said hourglass had a flat top and a very bulbous bottom. She, strangely enough, appeared to be wearing a pirate costume. Additionally, of note was a patch of missing feathers around her throat.

The parrot waved at everyone.

“This Kizza.” Mina announced as ‘Kizza’ walked over to Dig while rifling through what seemed to be a stack of note cards. She handed one out to Dig.

It read. “Hello. My name is Kizza. I’m not ignoring you, I’m just mute.”

“Oh,” the stallion blinked a few times. “I’m...sorry about that,” he said with a kind smile. “If I could help you, I would.” He hummed for a moment. “There’s actually some old zebra remedies that we could maybe try…”

Kizza rifled through her cards again and held out another. “Would it fix the lack of a voice box?”

“...Ah, that’s a bit more complex,” the stallion admitted. “Well, I tried. At least you seem to make do.”

She nodded with a smile.

“Mina admit, she pretty.” Mina nodded, returning to her spot petting Momo.

“But why did you bring her here?” Ember asked the griffon with a raised brow.

“Wouldn’t need to work at a strip club, we’ve got the room, she’s hot, dat ass, she was honestly interested in Dig’s growing family-” Gilda started to list.

“One condition,” Dig said, raising a hoof. “Twilight, do you think you could come up with a magical workaround so she could talk? Some way for her to speak via an enchantment, like on a necklace or something?”

“Oh, of course.” Twilight nodded with a smile.

There was a snapping of talons as Kizza grabbed the stallion’s attention. She held out a card. “I wouldn’t mind joining.” She pulled out a card and a pen and scribbled on it. “If what Gilda said was true.”

Dig raised another eyebrow and turned to look at Gilda. “Whaaat tales have you been filling her head with?” the stallion questioned.

“Not much…” Gilda once again didn’t look at Dig. “Juuussst told her about how good you are in bed… and that you have a shaft like a tree trunk.”

“Strong rod of unbending steel, more accurate.” Mina chuckled.

“I’d say a pillar that was hard as a diamond.” Mono added.

“Puts full-grown dragons to shame.” Ember smirked while winking at Dig.

“Can fill the infinite void that is my pussy.” Smolder said. “No offense Spike.”

“None taken.” Spike shrugged. “Dude’s got some serious girth.”

“So do you when I make you greedy.” Smolder smirked and kissed his cheek. Spike blushed.

“I have to actually grow my ovipositor to compare, if I’m being honest.” Chrys commented as she hung another ornament.

“It’s probably in the top percentile for stallion erections.” Twilight commented as she sipped her coffee.

With every line, Dig grew more and more embarrassed, his blush growing redder and redder as he tried to sink into the couch to hide from the words they were showering him with.

Kizza flipped a card out and held it to Ember.

Ember laughed. “Yes. He is adorable.”

Kizza flipped out another.

Ember read it. “I don’t know. Dig, does she need to prove herself somehow?”

“I…” the stallion blushed harder. “I mean, if she needs a place to stay that isn’t a strip club, she doesn’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to to live here. I don’t force any of you into anythi-”

Kizza gestured a talon and Ember scooted over a bit. The parrot walked over, and planted her generous thiccness right in the stallion’s lap.

That got the stallion to blush and let out an ‘eep’ of surprise.

She held out a card to him. “You may spank it.”

“Seriously Gilda, what did you tell her, you egg fiend you?” the stallion whined. He couldn’t deny he was getting hard, but he was kind of hoping to have a non-lewd holiday.

“Not much.” Gilda replied innocently.

Kizza slowly ground her ass into Dig’s lap.

“Does Mina need to get pole?” Mina asked.

“Ooooo! Do it!” Chrys grinned.

Both Mina and Momo got up and bolted down to the basement.

“I guess we’re just lucky she’s wearing pants,” Dig sighed. Otherwise he was quite sure this would be Hearth’s Fucking instead of Warming.

Mina and Momo returned as they set up a steel pole in the center of the living room.

“There. Strong steel rod like Dig Site’s penis.” Mina nodded.

Kizza’s eyes actually lit up.

“...Are you- did you plan this?” Dig accused Gilda. “This better not be a permanent fixture, featherduster.”

“It’s removable!” Gilda replied, fluffing up her feathers.

Meanwhile, Kizza winked at Dig then slowly ground herself against his hips as she got up. The stallion turned himself into a pony-loaf, hiding his underbelly, once his lap was free. Kizza rested her back against the bar, gripping it in her talons, then slowly slid down, grinding her backside suggestively against the bar.

Dig gulped. This wasn’t going to be easy on him, was it?

She met his eyes, winked again, and twerked once against the rod, as she slowly straightened, she started to unbutton her top.

...Oh noooo. She wasn’t going to turn it into a strip show, was she?

She fully unbuttoned her top and slowly shrugged out of it. In comparison to Momo or Mina, the parrot was flat as a board. There was a wolf whistle from Chrys. The parrot walked over to Dig, dropped her top on the stallion, then reached up and pulled off her bandana. With a smirk she bent over and plopped it on Dig’s head.

“Get it.” Spike called out. Dig blushed at the very idea. He didn’t want to so much as move and risk exposing himself.

Kizza reached around, still chest to face with the stallion, and undid her bra. She let the straps hang as she held it up with a talon. Dig gulped, trying his hardest to look her in the eyes, but he couldn’t look away from her chest.

She let the bra drop to the floor. Her feathery bare breasts bounced a little. Two black nipples just barely peeked out from between the feathers.

Dig contained himself. He wanted to show her his tongue, but he knew that now was not the time. His body shuddered a little, most evident in his wings, at the effort to keep himself in check.

She stood up and backed up. She turned around, bent over a little, and leaned against the bar. She spread her legs a little and hook her talons into her pants.

Oh no. Surely she wouldn’t. She had to have more control than that.

She slowly pushed her pants down. Her backside gave a small jiggle when it was released from its confines. She also happened to be wearing a black thong that was entirely hidden within all that ass.

Dig could feel himself sweating with how much she’d revealed. She would.

Kizza kicked her pants away and Momo caught them out of the air with a very visible blush on her face. The parrot grabbed the bar and started to strut around it, every so often whirling around it by just one talon.

O...kay. Well. This was all very suggestive, but nothing actually lewd was happening ye-

She stopped suddenly, resting her back against the pole as she reached down and tugged at a thong strap, only to snap it against her waist.

Okay that was also highly suggestive, but as long as it stayed on the-

In one swift motion she yanked the thong down and kicked it towards the stallion. It landed on his muzzle and did very little to hide the rampant blush the action caused. Great, now he had another naked female in his home.

There was a very visible sheen of dew on the parrot’s black pussy lips. She pushed off, spun, grabbed the pole and bent over. Her ass and pussy were entirely on display for Dig’s pleasure.

“Mmmph,” Dig bit his lips. Keeping himself contained wasn’t going to be easy. He could do it! He just had to...not jump up and try to get his dick wet. Easy, right? Right.

She straightened and started to dance around the bar. As she did she seemed to pick up speed until she kicked off the ground, whirled around the bar, and spread her legs at just the right time, with an additional perfectly timed wink and smirk.

The stallion shook again. Okay this whole thing was really, really tempting. And if he wasn’t laying on his boner, he was sure Kizza would see just how well she was doing at trying to get him to jump her. He had restraint though. He wasn’t going to give in just because-

Kizza made one more revolution, before letting go of the bar, sailing towards Dig, and landing right in front of him, spinning so she was on all fours, and popping her ass right in his face.

Mmmph! Well...if she insisted, he could do something for her…

Kizza wondered what he was up to for a moment, before she felt a long, slender organ lap at her lips. She had a moment to process that before the thestral tongue filled the bird.

There was a gasp, then she pushed back into his face.

“Hey Spike, he likes it.” Smolder nudged the smaller, who appeared to be only containing his boners through sheer willpower.

Dig swirled his tongue around in the parrot, teasing every inch of her inner walls before he mapped out where all the best spots were. Then he kicked it into overdrive, working the bird like an instrument, playing her out and wishing she could talk so he could hear her sing.

Kizza’s legs shook as cum splattered his muzzle. He could hear her panting for breath.

“Forgot how talented his tongue was.” Ember said with a soft moan as she bit her lip.

There seemed to be a silent agreement that no one would touch themselves. One that Momo was clearly ignoring as the dog was sitting on the floor grinding against a paw.

Dig eventually pulled his muzzle back, but not before leaving one last lick across the parrot’s lips, like a memento of his time within. He leaned back and watched to see what Kizza had in mind for her next trick.

The parrot stood, a little shaky, and searched through her pants until. “Want me to return the favor?” The card read.

“Oh, you don’t have to do th-” Dig managed to say. Only for Ember to shove him over and Kizza to push his back into the couch. The parrot smirked as his cock bobbed and slapped against his chest.

“Oh he is definitely ready.” Ember commented.

“Ah!” Dig blushed. “Girls, you don’t have to-”

Kizza snapped a talon in front of his face. She pointed a talon at her other talon as it made a suggestive motion. Then pointed at her mouth as her tongue lolled out suggestively. Then she spanked her ass. She pointed at him then shrugged.

“Uhm, well, I certainly won’t stop you,” Dig managed to squeak out. “But, ah, you’re sure about thi-”

“Dig Site. Pretty Bird asks what one stallion wants.” Mina commented. Kizza clapped and pointed at the minotaur.

“Oh.” Dig blinked. “Um, well, I, um...I’m pretty big, apparently,” the stallion pointed out. “How about you do...whatever’s comfortable for you, if you want to that is…”

Kizza poked his chest. Then rifled through her pants until. “Take whatever you want.” Followed by. “Take the initiative.”

“But that’s not what I do,” the stallion pointed out. “I sort of get molested and passed around like a pussy-filler.”

More rifling. “Take me.” Then. “You dumbass.” Then “Be a grown-ass stallion.”

“I think she’s trying to get Dig to be assertive.” Gilda commented.

“Without drink.” Mina nodded. “If it would help, Mina could retrieve alcohol.”

Dig took a breath, then let it out slowly. “Look,” he said. “Why don’t you figure out what’s comfortable first? We can...we can build on that from there.”

She raised a brow as she crossed her arms under her chest. Then she turned around and plopped her ass right in front of him. Dig sat up and hugged her from behind, holding her close as his cock sandwiched itself between them.

“Look, I’m…” Dig tried to explain. “I’m passive. And I don’t like doing anything that could hurt anypony else. I don’t know what your limits are. I don’t know what you can and can’t take. And I’m not going to have your introduction to the family be of a memory of Redheart having to fix something on Hearth’s Warming eve because I got enthusiastic.”

In response she bucked her backside into his cock. There was a note in his face. “Be enthusiastic.”

“No,” Dig said, turning her around so they were face to face. He kissed Kizza, gently, before laying her down on her back on the couch. “I’m gentle,” he soothed. “I’m not going to hurt you. And we’re going to go nice. And. Slow.” His cock throbbed and teased at her lips as he laid himself on top of the parrot.

She smiled at him. “Go ahead.” read her new card.

Dig bucked his hips and managed to get about half of his cock into the parrot in one thrust before he rammed up against a barrier that would not be moved. He lay there for a moment and watched the expressions play out on her face, holding himself still so she could get used to his size.

There was a shudder as she patted a forehoof and shakily held up a card. “Back door might be easier to go through.”

“Truuuue,” Dig commented as he started to buck his hips slowly. “But I think the standard induction fee is one egg~” he teased.

Kizza’s feathers fluffed up as she paused, then she started to roll her hips into the stallion atop her.

“Still waiting on that spell Twilight,” Dig called over his shoulder. “I can screw her all night if I have to.” The girls had definitely been working on his endurance, it was not an idle boast.

“Oh, you wanted that now?” Twilight looked up from the notes that she’d apparently been taking.

“Tell me you don’t want to hear the songbird sing~” the stallion teased.

“Fine.” Twilight rolled her eyes. “Can someone get me a necklace or choker or something?”

“I got it.” Spike said stiffly as he waddled towards the basement stairs.

“I’ll help.” Smolder added following him.

Dig meanwhile carried out his threat of slow and gentle lovemaking. Every thrust in or out carried with it at least a three second pause before going in or out at the speed of a gentle stroll. He knew how to draw it out...and how to play with her. His tongue snaked out of his maw and began teasing the closest nipple the parrot possessed.

Kizza looked like she could have whined and her face screwed up in a mix of lust and frustration.

“Well, we couldn’t find anything.” Smolder said as she hugged the smaller dragon close. Said smaller dragon was humping away at her.

“Could you not?” Twilight groaned.

“And leave my drakefriend so pent up?” Smolder said with a soft moan at the end.

“I’ll get something.” Gilda got up and trotted her way upstairs.

“Mmm…” Dig hummed as he kept up his slow pace. “We could lie here like this for a while,” he teased the parrot.

The parrot gave him a pleading look.

“Got one.” Gilda returned with a choker. “I have a backstock.”

“Give it here.” Twilight snatched it out of the catbird’s talon. “I need to focus on something other that my assistant fucking two holes at once.”

“It’s just one actually.” Smolder groaned as she slumped to the floor, and Spike had… gotten a bit bigger.

“Not helping Smolder.” Twilight snapped as her horn lit.

“Mmm...Hey Chrys, wanna screw Twilight?” Dig teased.

“When I’m finished.” Twilight said, concentrating.

“When she’s finished.” Chrys purred as she trotted over to Twilight.

“Wonderful,” Dig smiled as he resumed the slow, teasing, really, screwing of the bird beneath him.

The bird bucked her backside into him trying to get more. In response, Dig actually stopped and gave Kizza the stink eye.

“Done.” Twilight announced. “Gave it Unbreakable too so you won’t have to worry about it, unlike Gilda’s chokers. Who wants to do the honors?”

“Pass it over here and I’ll slip it on,” the stallion said, holding out a hoof in Twilight’s direction.

Twilight’s magic tossed the choker to Dig. As soon as she did she was engulfed in green magic and was dragged over to Chrys, who planted her beneath the Queen. The Queen’s ovipositor slapped against the mare’s backside.

“Gah!” Twilight yelped.

“I admit Twilight. This is a bit of a fantasy of mine.” Chrys said, leaning in to the mare.

“W-well I’m happy I can hel-AH!” The mare was cut off as the ovipositor shoved inside the unicorn’s pussy.

Dig turned back to Kizza and slipped the choker around the parrot’s neck, clasping it shut. The gem glowed faintly as it started to get to work. “Okay, try saying something,” he said to the bird beneath him.

“Like what~” She paused. Her voice had a synthetic reverb to it. She blinked.

“I-Ah! Had- Fuck! Fuck me!” Twilight tried to get out. “Rainbow was- F-fuck! m-m-aking me binge listen- Celest- Ah- t-to Vinyl S-Scratch music-”

“You can get it out Twilight.” Chrys encouraged, thrusting hard into the mare beneath her.

“A-And F-Fluttershy- Ah- W-was h-having me- H-Harder- l-listen to Nipponese music-”

“Now remember Chrysalis, anything more than three eggs is rude without asking first,” Dig called.

“Right. Twilight Darling, do you want my eggs?” She asked the mare with a toothy grin.

“F-fuck Y-yes!!!” The unicorn gasped out.

“How many?” Chrys purred, nipping her neck.

“All of them! Fill me up!” Twilight was almost begging.

“I-I love it here~” The musical new voice of Kizza chimed in.

“It- g-great house.” Mina grinned. The Minotaur had stripped and she and the dog were grinding their pussies together as the dog squeezed the heifer’s breasts and buried her face between them.

“Now this is a party.” Smolder moaned out as the now double-her-size Spike held Smolder’s legs and piledrived his massive cocks into her dragonnesshood.

“Mm...as long as we all get along at the end of the day,” Dig mused, before nipping lightly at Kizza’s neck. “So, little songbird...sing for me~” he teased. “Tell me what you want.”

The parrot stared at him, her face full of want. “Flip me over, push my legs up to my shoulders, and pound my hole until egg batter comes out~ Then roll me onto my front, smash my small tits into the floor, and ride my ass until I can’t walk~”

“How about I screw you until you’re carrying a clutch, then you can show me how much space you have in your ass for round two?” Dig posed. “Because now? Now I’m going to make sure you can’t think.”

That was about when he started to really pound the parrot’s pussy, going faster and faster with every thrust until his hips were nearly a blur as he hammered her into the couch so hard it squeaked.

“Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Y-es~” Kizza sang with each thrust.

“Com’ere Ember!” Gilda tackled the dragoness onto the couch, shoved her legs apart and roughly shoved her face in the dragon’s pussy.

“Mmm...little songbird~” Dig teased. “Sing for me. Let me know how good a job I’m doing~” He just never stopped, even when he was going fast. He just kept hammering her! Surely he had to have a limit?

A loud chirping trill came from the bird, only pausing every time Dig thrust in. The stallion reached up and pulled Kizza into a kiss without pausing or missing a thrust, holding her close as he made them closer with his hips.

Kizza shook uncontrollably as he felt her squeeze him as she came, hard. Dig grunted and kept fucking her through her orgasm for a minute, before he finally gave her his own seed. His cock twitched and unleashed a load of virile thestral spunk right up against her womb, with his cock blocking the way out.

Her thin stomach and waist started to bulge out as he filled her. “Yes~” She sang.

Eventually, Dig pulled back and let his cock flop around, but not before he’d made the parrot look like she was already carrying multiple eggs.

“Gilda… y-you m-missed it!” Ember groaned out as the griffon whirled around.

“Awww rea-LLY!” Gilda yelped out as Ember pounced on her and shoved her tail in the griffon hen.

“Haven’t been filled like this in years~” Kizza sang.

“Mmm...well,” Dig panted, falling back onto the couch. “Give me a minute to recharge and you can show me about your ass.”

Kizza rolled up next to him and slowly stroked his limp shaft with a talon. The massive Spike looked like he was using Smolder like a fleshlight. Momo was sucking on Mina’s tits as the minotaur fingered the dog. Chrys was sitting on her haunches as she held Twilight in her forelegs. The smaller mare’s stomach was starting to bulge as she writhed in the Queen’s hold. Ember had pinned Gilda and was forcing the hen to eat her out as the dragon’s tail pumped into the griffon’s henhood.

“Lewdest...house...ever,” Dig proclaimed. “Love you all.”

There came a chorus of affirmations both muffled and not.

“Love you Dig.” Ember grinned as she held the griffons face to her crotch.

Kizza smirked. “I think I’m going to like it here~”

Twilight’s horn suddenly lit up. Her eyes widened. “W-wait! Wait! Everyone.” Chrys paused, holding the mare.

“The eggs are hatching!”

Inter-species Integration (Or: How to save lives and regret doing it)

by LucidDreamer

001 - Another day, another mauling

002 - Reading up on your stallion

003 - Surprises come in many flavors

004 - How to break your dragon's barriers

005 - Making omelettes, laying eggs

006 - Dig Site, layer of dragons

007 - Inflating the numbers

008 - Counting your chickens

009 - Interview with the Family

010 - Guess Who's coming to Dinner

011 - Breaking Free

012 - Change of venues

013 - Moooving in

014 - For the birds