The loud whistle of the train split the silence as steam billowed from the engine. A posh mare sniffed the air and pulled a disgusted face. “Ugh… Why would Dustin come to a hole like this?”

She trotted away from the station, confused as to why there wasn’t anypony out. It was mid-day on a Tuesday, so the place should be bustling. It wasn’t like it was a Thursday after all. A pit started to form in her stomach. Something was telling her that something was off, and she wasn’t sure if it was this podunk little town or not.

She trotted through the market, not finding a single pony. If she were a normal mare she’d be nervous by now. But she was made of sterner stuff.

Then the ground rumbled. She lost her hoofing as the ground beneath her cracked. She scrambled away. “What in Celestia’s name?!”

A deep blue-gray head shaped similar to a cone burst from the earth. There were two distinct plates that made up the upper and lower part of its head, and dorsal plates ran from its head all the way down its back to a stubby, yet sharp looking tail. Short legs, like tree trunks ended in three, plated toes each pulled the creature from the ground. It shook dirt off itself and the two beady eyes on the front of its head locked onto her. It inhaled and roared.

Suri Palomare screamed.

“Head’s up!” A voice cried out as a dark blue something landed in front of her. It was a Diamond Dog. A beautiful Diamond Dog. She just had to ha-

The dog twisted his whole body and whirled into a spinning kick that collided with the beast’s head. There was a sound like a loud clang and the beast’s head whipped back.

“Hell yeah! How do you like-” He didn’t get to finish as the head snapped back like a rubber band and smashed into him. The Diamond Dog was sent flying, sailing into, and through, a nearby house.

It roared again, then returned its gaze to Suri.

The Dressmaker whimpered.

Nothing could make this day any worse.

“Dash!” a familiar voice yelled as a yellow form blurred into being next to the shark. “I don’t think Diamond Storm’s gonna cut it! Get the civvie outta the combat zone while I act as bait!”

Suri yelped as she was unceremoniously yanked off the ground. She got a very brief view of Dustin of all ponies before her savior yelled. “Where am I putting her? She’s struggling a bit.”

She wasn’t struggling. The nerve!

“Take her to the nearest shelter, I’m going to run rings around this thing while Geralt gets his head out of his ass,” Dustin snarled. Some spikes of blue energy were shot at the creature, which only pinged off its armor and got its attention.

Suri yelped as her vision blurred. She was starting to feel very queasy. Before she could fully grasp where she was being taken, she was unceremoniously plopped on the ground.

“Get inside until the All Clear is given.” The gruff mare’s voice spoke up. As she looked up, Suri only saw a rainbow contrail flying away. While pretty-

“Well I never!” Suri snorted.

The damn thing was just too armored! Diamond storm would only work if Dustin could hit a soft spot, and by now it had learned to keep turning every time it saw that familiar blue color pop up. And Geralt had yet to make a reappearance. Being bait would only work as long as they had some heavy hitters on the field too!

There was a loud whistling sound as a blue blur slammed into the beast’s side, making it stagger sideways and collapsing its left legs. The blur ricocheted of and a somewhat dazed Rainbow Dash shook her head clear. “I got the idiot do a shelter. How you doing?” She called out then looked towards the hole in the house. “Geralt not up yet?”

“I think he had something collapse on him,” Dustin muttered, one ear flicking. “And, well it’s interested in me, but I can’t hit it with Diamond Storm. It’s just pinging off and he’s got half a brain.”

“Well it’s not one of the smart ones.” Dash grumbled as the beast righted itself, shaking its own head clear. “Growlmon and Pinkie dealt with theirs so they should be on their way.”

The beast Roared once again, then started to burrow.

“Shit! We can’t lose it again!” Dash cried as she raced forward.

Dustin took a chance and aimed at the back of one of the creature’s knees, seeing soft flesh to work with. Maybe if he annoyed it even more it’d stick around? A quick Diamond Shotgun should do the trick.

Suddenly the creature stopped. Dash didn’t and yelped in shock as it head snapped up, not only blasting her with dirt, but also violently smashing into her.

She hit the ground roughly twenty feet away. Instantly she hugged her left foreleg. “Fuuuuu…..” She grunted out through very grit teeth.

Dustin growled. He saw red, then white. And something in Dash’s bags flashed white at the same time.

Dustin shone like a small Sun. Even the beast had to back up. Rainbow had to shield her eyes with a wing.

When the light faded, Dustin was once again a nine-tailed fox. A Silver nine-tailed fox. The flames at the end of each paw and tail were an angry red. As was his eyes.

Rainbow gaped at her transformed fox-friend. He’d digivolved. The question was, did she make it happen?

Dustin, was pissed. As evidenced by the fact that he chomped onto the creature’s tail and swung him overhead to slam into the dirt. Multiple times. He didn’t even go for any special moves, he just used his new strength and anger to fill in the blanks as to what he wanted to have happen.

The beast thrashed and roared at the the new assault. In some for of self-preservation it backed up and tried to start burrowing. Emphasis on tried.

The fox merely opened it’s maw and shot a plume of fire directly at the creature, cooking it in it’s armor.

“Holy shit.” Dash said bluntly, temporarily forgetting the pain in her leg. “Dustin?”

The sound of Dash’s voice caused the red in his eyes to dim, and the fox turned to look at her. “Oh crap, Dash, are you okay?” Dustin asked, bounding over. It took until he was close to her before he realized he wasn’t bipedal anymore. “Bloody...great. At least I don’t have to think about it.”

“H-hey.” Dash laughed somewhat weakly. “You look good with four legs. Also, nine tails? That’s going to be fun.”

“Jokes later, let’s get that leg looked at, I’m not a fan of the way it’s hanging like that,” Dustin said. “Though how to move you with jostling it too bad-”

His body answered the question for him as a tail pulled away from the others, picked Dash up gently, and deposited the mare on his back.

“Aren’t you the gentlestallion. Also, how’d your tail do that? Aren’t they still sensitive?” She asked then winced. “But.. yeah let’s have this looked at.”

“Generally a good idea,” Dustin agreed as they began walking through the town. “That was the last one, right? Also, I have no clue how this body works, don’t ask me.”

There was a set of thuds as a giant red dinosaur came into view. Pinkie Pie (her mane styled into a ponytail, and with goggles on her forehead) was riding on top of his head.

“Hey Dashie!” Pinkie waved happily then saw her leg and gasped. “Did you get hurt?!”

“That’s a bit obvious hon.” Came the deep growl of Growlmon. “Dustin, congrats on turning into a shiny Silver Kyubimon, but you should probably get your marefriend to the hospital. I have to go burn off all this energy before dinner.”

“Funny, I thought the roasted landshark was dinner,” Dustin quipped.

Growlmon opened his mouth and raised a claw. Paused. Then his face screwed up in thought.

“Guilly, no.” Pinkie patted his head. “Now, to the forest!”

Dustin watched the giant dinosaur of a digimon turn and walk into the forest, though not without giving the smoking forms of the landsharks another look. “Okay, onwards,” the fox said, continuing towards the hospital. Why it was so far away from everything else he would never know.

Actually...it might be because of Tuesdays it was built as far away as it was…

On the way there, they passed by one of the shelters. A very ticked off mare was standing outside berating a stallion who honestly looked like he could care less. “Hey, there’s the mare I had to save.” Rainbow said blandly. “She was definitely worth saving.” She rolled her eyes.

Dustin...wasn’t moving. No, wait...he was shaking. Trembling really.

“Dustin?” Dash asked. “You good?”

“Su...Suri,” he managed to croak out, still shaking like a leaf.

“Suri?” Dash blinked. “Suri….” She hummed. “Wait- YOU!” Dash snapped as she scrambled off Dustin’s back. “How Fucking dare you come here after what you did to him!”

Suri shrieked and backed up.

“Do you have any idea what you did to that poor stallion?!” Dash continued. “Where do you get off locking somepony up and turning them into a fucking slave!?”

Suri scrambled backwards as the limping, yet still advancing ball of prismatic fury bore down on her. With another cry, Suri managed to get her hooves working. She beat a hasty retreat. Dash made to follow her. “Where do you think you’re going?!” She didn’t take off as as a tail wrapped around her and tugged her back onto the large silver fox’s back.

“Dustin! She’s escaping!” She cried, still pissed.

“There’s a reason she’s running,” Dustin said calmly. The thumps from Growlmon going to the nearby forest had returned. Apparently Pinkie had a twitch for ‘psychotic fashion mare’.

“Well…. That was great.” Dash grumbled as she pouted on Dustin’s back. He had to carry her out of the hospital. “How the flying fuck, is this,” She lightly waved her leg in a cast. “A sprain?! I. Should. Have. Broken, that thing hit me so hard. I should have broken legs, cracked ribs, internal bleeding, something!” She continued to rant as Dustin walked. “What kind of backasswards physics made this,” she shook her cast again, “a sprain?!” She took a deep breath. “I wanna drink, you wanna drink? We should go drinking. Celebrate your digivolution and my breaking of the laws of magic and physics.”

“On the latter note, my current working theory is that ponies are made of rubber, and bounce when they hit the ground,” Dustin commented airily. “And didn’t the doctor tell you not to drink while the cast was on?”

“Fuck that, I need a drink.” Dash grumbled, crossing a forehoof over her chest.

“Tell you what, you tell me of a place where they’ll disobey doctor’s orders to give you a drink, and I’ll take you there,” the fox said with a chuckle as one of his tails leaned down to tickle Dash between her wings.

She eep’d then melted against him with a quite pleased moan. “Yes, Dustin, right there....”

...Okaaaay, he just wanted to pet the pony. It wasn’t about to get weird, right? His tail rubbed between her wings again for a test.

She pressed her chest against his back as her wings flared. That got a loud gasp.

...Maybe she just liked being pet there? It wasn’t like it was sexual, right?

“Dustin, please keep rubbing there…” She breathed, panting a little.

“Dash, you would tell me if this was a sex thing, right?” the fox deadpanned, not moving the tail one way or another.

There a pause as she stiffened slightly. “...Maybe?”

“I’ve changed my mind, you clearly need nothing more than a good night’s sleep,” the fox said in a cheery tone.

She sat bolt upright. “Wait What?!”

“Doctor’s orders~” the fox sang. “Unless of course you were going to be honest with me…”

There was a moment. “Yes.” She said quietly. “Yes it was a sex thing.”

“Mhm. And were you going to tell me before you moistened my fur coat or after?” The fox tapped her head with one of his tails.

“After… It was going to be a surprise….” He was quite sure she was blushing at this point.

“Horny little blueberry,” Dustin quipped.

“I wanna be your horny little blueberry.” She muttered.

“Foxes have ears too you know,” her ride deadpanned.

“...Oh…” Was her slow response. “You heard that?”

“There’s very little I don’t hear,” Dustin answered. “Now come on. Let’s get drunk enough to where I forget I heard that.”

“I can get behind that!” Dash instantly brightened. “To Alcohol!”

Dustin didn’t know how he’d found himself drinking ‘one of everything’. Or how he wasn’t blackout drunk yet. He was certainly staggering, that much was for sure. Digimon apparently handled alcohol like everything else: It would take a lot before he’d notice.

“Hey, hey, HEY! Dustin!” Dash said through giggles as she tried to walk next to him. “Hey, guess what?”

“Daaaash, yur s’pposed to be on my back,” the fox pointed out, one tail jerking around a fair bit before it just laid on her back. It took three attempts before it picked her up and deposited her on her ‘designated driver’ for the night.

“I wan’ to be on my back.” She giggled and nuzzled into the fluff around his neck. “And I want- want you to take me. Like whereever.” She reached out to a tail and grabbed it. “C’mere.” She hugged it to her chest.

“Yer drunk, Dash,” the fox slurred out as they kept walking through the streets. Was...was it a left here? No, he was supposed to go right. “Also, whaaaaat are you doin’ with that?”

“Whatever I wan’.” She nuzzled the fluffy tail. “Yer so soft an’ warm. Can I make you hard and warm?”

“You do dat a lot,” the fox pointed out as he meandered his way through the streets of Ponyville. “Like, every day. Do you ge’ off on it or sumthin?”

She gasped. “I do?!” Then she giggled more. “Yes. A lot actually. Yer amazing Dustin. I jus’ want you. And… And I jus’ want you to want me.”

There was a bit of silence then, and Dash was almost afraid she’d said the wrong thing. Then the fox spoke up again. “I...I’m ‘fraid of hurting you,” he admitted. “Yer only a small pone.”

“I can take it.” She said confidently. “I’ll show you I can take all of it. You’ll see!”

“Whatever you say,” the fox chuckled. Oh, there was the boutique. He began wandering towards his bed, still only barely on his paws.

“Hey, there is it. We’re almost home! Yay!” She cheered. “Wait, how we gettin’ inside? You don’ have pawhandthings.”

“...How do I key without hands?” Dustin muttered as he got closer. Then his body answered, one tail going to the door handle and shakily opening it. “Oh. Dat will werk.”

“Yay…” Dash squirmed until she was back up near his floof.

“Oh good, I was beginning to worry. Did you two have fun?” Rarity peeked her head out of the kitchen.

“We drank… Everything. It was great.” Dash said doing small hoofie kicks on her back. One of Dustin’s tails was rubbing Dash’s belly now, and the fox didn’t seem to be aware of what was going on with his tail. A subconscious thing?

“I’m puttin’ us to bed,” the fox declared dramatically, one paw raised high. “Afore we do something stupid.”

“Nooo! Stupid stuff!” Dash whined.

“Oh dear, well you should probably head up then.” Rarity giggled. “Though you might have to work to fit in the door.”

“He’ll do tha same ta me!” Dash announced.

“I can fit through enny door,” the fox huffed, squaring off against the door in front of him. He got one shoulder in before he realized that wasn’t going to work. Then he laid on the ground and put his paws through first, trying to stand up through the doorway. That...also didn’t work. He wasn’t a cat.

“Stupid door,” Dustin huffed. “Why can’t I teleport?”

“Hey hey, you get through that door an’ I’ll suck yer dick.” Dash drawled a little. “I can take more than you’d think too.”

Dustin’s ears perked as he looked at the door one more time. “Okay. Okay okay okay. I can do this. It’s...it’s like getting a running start, but without the running. I just gotta go fast!”

The fox jumped at the door frame and managed to get his shoulders through with a popping noise. He wiggled forward, jostling Dash only a little until his hips got stuck. The silver fox screwed his face up and pulled himself forward, and suddenly he was in the foyer in all his shiny majesty.

“I coulda pushed ya.” Dash giggled. “Maybe… I’d prob’bly be distracted.”

“Bed,” Dustin declared as he wobbled a little, before heading for the stairs.

“Yussss bed.” Dash nuzzled his fluff. “That dick needs some attention an’ so do I.”

“Have a good night you two.” Rarity replied sitting at the kitchen table and lightly blowing on her tea. She could still hear everything.

“Okay...on the bed with the horny blueberry.” That was Dustin’s refined voice.

“Oh, comfy.” Dash’s rather rough voice cooed. “C’mere. On the bed.”

“Alright, alright…” The squeak of bedsprings complaining. That could only be because he was up there. “Now what? Din’t think this through, didya?”

“No…. but I’m not complaining.” She giggled. “You smell nice… Silver Fox.”

“M’not old, and normally I’m golden,” the fox complained. “Also, be careful what you rub with that hoof of yours.”

“Where?” There was a pause. “Here?”

“Mmmmmmrrrr...lower.”

“Oh rlly… Here?”

“Lower.” That was nearly a growl.

“Yes… master….” There was a pause. “There it is…. It’s so mppph-!”

“You talk too much.”

The only noise was a half-mumbled affirmation.

“Mmmmm...you were right, this is good. Now...let’s see how much you can take.”

Rarity, her face a nice shade of bright red, finally decided to soundproof their roof with a quick spell. “Oh goodness.”

She breathed, taking a sip of her tea. “I should probably let Twilight know. She’s been the one keeping track.” She gave a soft titter. “I can’t believe that I won for once!”

Author's Note

Yay two more chapters today! If everything works out, we might have another one tomorrow. Here's hoping!