Author's Note

Warning: The last section of the chapter gets a bit steamy.

Twice the fox, Twice the trouble

Nat was settling in, somewhat well in the day since she’d gotten “home.” She took Dustin’s old room, as he’d moved most of his stuff out to the mine to allow the vixen to take his spot. Even then, this was a temporary arrangement for both as Dustin was planning on going house shopping (In reality he was going to speak with Mayor Mare) and Nat did not want to stay in a place with so much lace.

“You’re going to love it darling,” Rarity spoke up as she, Dustin, and the fully clothed vixen walked to Sugarcube Corner. “Guile, Pinkie and the Cakes are the nicest people. Even though the Cakes may retire since Cup Cake is pregnant.”

“Mmmhmm. Sounds nice...” Nat nodded. She was wearing black sweatpants, a black tee-shirt, and a fluffy black hoodie. When Dustin asked her about it, all he got was, “I like black.”

“Now Rarity, remember,” Dustin said as they walked towards the Corner. “Treat her like a fresh version of me. No pressure. Don’t even bring the topic up, okay? She’s probably still scarred.”

“Mmmm… MmmMmm” Nat shook her head. “I can just use the back door in.”

“See, she can get around the dresses.” Rarity nodded.

“I would like someplace less…. Frilly…” Nat said softly, nervously glancing at Rarity.

“I totally understand darling.” The unicorn replied with a soft smile.

The three entered the corner as a stallion with a back in his mouth held the door for them.

“Thank you darling.” Rarity nodded as the three stepped inside.

“Heyyo!” Guile waved a claw. “Morni-” He froze as he saw the two Renamons. “Ummm, What’s going on?”

“Guile, meet Nat,” Dustin said, gesturing to the Rena wearing black. “Fresh rescue from Manehatten.”

“Hi.” The vixen said with a small, shy wave.

“Oh… I saw the paper but…” Guile blinked. “Pinks, sweetie, come out here please.”

“What’s up? I’m frosting the-” Pinkie came out of the kitchen, looked at Guile, then, on seeing her lizardfriend’s gesture, saw Nat.

Pinkie blinked.

“Pinkie, no sudden movements,” Dustin warned from the side. “Nat, fair warning, the pink one can be...excitable.”

Pinkie sat back on her haunches, brushed her hooves on her apron, then got up and trotted over to the vixen. She sat on her haunches, reared up, and opened her forelegs.

Nat took a moment, then knelt.

Pinkie leaned in, and hugged the vixen. “I get it.” She said softly. “It’s okay. You’re home now.”

Nat buried her muzzle in Pinkie’s mane as the mare closed her eyes and gently rubbed Nat’s back

“Pinkie. I think she’s an adult, we can’t exactly adopt her.” Guile spoke up from the counter.

“M’twenty-six.” Came the muffled voice from Pinkie’s mane.

“See?” Guile said gesturing a claw at her.

“Nope. She’s our kid now.” Pinkie replied, smiling and just holding the vixen.

“But-”

“I don’ mind.” Nat replied softly.

“Whelp. Okay then. I now have another daughter.” Guile shrugged. “Can I get you two anything?” He gestured a claw at the pony and the fox.

“Nope, I was just here as comfort, but Pinkie’s taking that role pretty handily,” Dustin chuckled. “Though if you’ve got any of that combo spice-cheese bread going on, I’ll take a couple of loafs for the road. Got a meeting with the mayor about a place of my own in like half an hour.”

Guile nodded and went to fetch the bread out of the back.

“Are you good here?” Rarity asked. “Need anything.”

“M’good.” Nat replied, still hugging the pink mare, only for the mare to pull away.

The vixen whined, only for Pinkie to boop her muzzle. “You find a place to sit, and I’ll bring you some breakfast. Then we can talk. I trust my lizardfriend to not eat everything in the back.”

“I won’t.” The lizard replied as he returned with a paper bag and handed it over to the fox.

“Cheers Guile,” the fox said, raising the bag up a touch and nodding. “Put it on my tab, I’ll pay you back later. Not carrying my bits today cuz, you know, big meeting. Just gonna have it billed to the mine.”

“I got it.” Guile nodded as he headed into the back, while Nat found a seat at a table, and Pinkie went to rifle through the case for food. Dustin waved them all goodbye as he headed out to his meeting.

“So Mister… What is your last name?” Mayor Mare asked as she looked at the paperwork on her desk. “Everypony just calls you Dustin. Though I know many Digimon do have last names.”

“Ah, it’s not important, though if you need it for paperwork, it’s O’melia,” the fox answered, rubbing the back of his head. “It has some meaning back in Scotland which basically means I’m one of the last descendants of the last prince of that land. Before they drew and quartered him, which, you know, means I’d probably not be welcome if I told them who I was.”

“Well that’s quite fascinating.” Mayor Mare smiled as she wrote on the paperwork. “So, Mister O’melia, What are you looking for?”

“A house,” he answered succinctly. “One close to the diamond dog mines in the gem field north of town so I can be there when they need me for more than just administration work, yet close enough to town I can still be here for things like market day and whatnot.”

The Mayor’s brow furrowed as she flipped through some paperwork. “Mmmm… Well. We don’t have anything on the market in that particular area, as it is a tad out of the city limits proper. However! Ponyville Construction is quite talented and I’m sure that we can find somepony to draft something for you that the construction ponies can make into a reality.” There was a small smirk on her face.

“Oh good,” the fox sighed. “Okay, that settles half the issue. Well, more like a quarter,” he amended. “I still would need to go over a floor plan. I would need at least two guest rooms, possibly more, and the house would need to be furnished.” He frowned a bit. “This is going to rack up a large bill, isn’t it?”

“Yes, however, Flint did come by the other day. Nice old dog.” The Mayor smiled. “You don’t need to worry about the costs one bit.”

“...One step ahead of me again,” the fox sighed. “As long as he didn’t provide the floor plan-”

“You mean this?” She set a blue scroll on the table.

“...I do not need a ‘sex dungeon,’” the fox deadpanned. “I’ll keep the place for an emergency tunnel to the mines, but that? That can be converted to a finished basement for an entertainment center or something.”

“I thought you might want to do that.” The Mayor giggled softly. “I hear you have enough mare problems as it is.”

“One mare, one plant, and two is twice the trouble, thank you,” the fox succinctly stated. “So. Hmm…” He looked the floor plans over. “Maybe a small greenhouse?” he suggested. “Something to make Ivy feel more at home.”

“We can adjust that.” The Mayor nodded. “Now, should we go and pick a location.”

“Let me just…” Dustin rolled the first set out of the way to look at the second floor plans. “Ah, good. A balcony for Dash to fly in through. Though I don’t know why Flint labeled it the ‘aerial booty call zone.’” He silently resolved to never tell Dash that’s what it was called in the plans.

“I can’t tell if Flint is helping, or making fun of you.” The Mayor chuckled as she rested her head on her hoof.

“The rest of these plans seem fairly solid and sane,” the fox nodded, rolling them up and passing them back to the mayor. “So, the location should be someplace between town and the mines to the north.” He tilted his head in thought. “Hmm...don’t want to build it too close to the woods…” Picking a spot would be hard.

“So, shall we go location scouting, I do need to get out of the office myself.” Mayor Mare said stretching a bit.

“Sure thing,” the fox agreed. It was highly unlikely they had the stuff just lying about to build and furnish a home right now. This was probably more a scouting mission than anything else, right?

The Mayor asked as she trotted around the desk. “Say, have you been to Quills and Sofas?”

The door to Sugarcube corner opened as Scootaloo yawned.

“Long day?” Guile asked from the counter.

“Yeah.” The tatzlfilly nodded hopping up into a seat next to Dustin.

“Hey Duthtin. You’re wearing more than normal today.” The filly blinked up at the fox in black.

“Ummm…” That wasn’t Dustin’s voice. “M’ Nat.”

“Oh… Huh.” Scootaloo blinked. “There’s… another Renamon.”

“Yep.” The vixen nodded at the small filly.

Guile plodded up to the table. “So… thanks to Pinks, I have a bit of an announcement.”

“Wuthat?” Scoots blinked.

“Well… Nat here needed a place to live. So Pinkie decided that we’re adopting her… Even though she’s twenty-six… so…” Guile took a breath. “You’re have a sister… yay~”

Scootaloo blinked than looked up at Nat. Nat smiled weakly at her.

Scootaloo stood up in her chair and climbed into the vixen’s lap. She sat down like a cat would. “Mmmm… Ya.” Nat tentatively reached out a paw and stroked the top of Scoot’s head. “She’ll do I guess.”

Guile let out a breath that he didn’t know he’d been holding.

“This family is so weird.”

Dustin squinted. If he looked carefully, just over that hill there, he could see the start of the gem flats. And if he looked back, he could still see the town, not that far away. Just about the distance of a morning run, really. All around was grassland, and off to the west was the trailing edge of the White Tail Woods, which was a much more hospitable neighbor than the Everfree.

“I think this is as good as we’re getting,” he finally admitted, marking out an X in the dirt with his foot-paw.

“Mmmm alright.” Mayor mare nodded as she marked the spot on the map, then stuck a small flag in the ground. “This seems like as good a spot as any.”

“Yeah,” Dustin nodded. “So, what’s the timeframe we’re looking at here? A month, two months?”

Mayor mare blinked at him. “A week, two if we add in all your additions.”

“That’s...is that normal?” Dustin blinked himself, stunned at how fast the mayor said they were. “It feels faster than it should be.”

“We have monster attacks weekly, and you’re surprised that the construction company can’t build houses in a week?” The Mayor asked.

“...You have a point,” the fox admitted. “Okay then. Oh, be sure to, ahem...edit those blueprints before you pass them on to the builders?” He mostly didn’t want them calling things the way Flint had written them. No need to call the master bedroom ‘The place to be makin’ more foxes.’

“Absolutely, your highness.” Mayor Mare bowed with a chuckle.

“Oh stop it,” the fox grumbled. “Okay, so...two weeks then? See you then I guess. Hopefully I can last in the mine that long.”

They could smell him.

Dustin.

The Boss.

“Hey! I see those noses twitching.” The guard protecting the construction site for Dustin’s house (still under construction) snapped at the small group of bitches.

“We’re no’ doin’ anyting.” One of the bitches spoke up.

“You’re lurking, that’s what you’re doing.” The guard narrowed his eyes.

Suddenly, they saw it, a flash of bushy, yellow tail.

As one, the group race towards their prey. The fox would-

Again, as one, the group skidded to a halt.

That- That wasn’t.

A head hidden under a hood turned to look at the group. “Ummm… Hi?”

That was foxdog.

But it wasn’t foxdog.

“I’m… Nat.” The female foxdog offered. “Ummm, can I help you?”

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” The clearly pissed voice of Dustin snapped out, causing the bitches to yelp.

Dustin stormed over. “You leave her be! You hear me?!”

The bitch group slowly looked between the Boss and the female foxdog and back again.

“Dere’s…”

“Dwo o’ em…”

As if unable to process, and once again, as one, the bitches all fainted.

“...Nat, I’m sorry you had to see that,” Dustin sighed. “And now I’m gonna have to drag them all back to the mines. Fuckin’ fantastic waste of an afternoon…”

“See what?” Nat blinked. “What was that about?”

“Those are the bitches of the mine that are obsessed with ‘having the strongest pups,’” Dustin deadpanned. “I’ve told them no. They insist.”

“But… aren’t there other dogs?” Nat tilted her head to the side.

“I’m the one that killed the warchief that took over the mine before me,” Dustin pointed out. “They might have a point, if I weren’t against the idea.”

“I guess?” She shrugged, glancing at the pile, the back to the construction. “It’s coming along nicely.”

“And hopefully I won’t need to rebuild it for a while,” Dustin nodded. “I mean, I’m not holding my breath, but it’d be nice.”

“I hope not.” She shook her head.

“Okay, so…” Dustin began organizing the pile of dogs so he could start pulling them to the mine. “I’ll see you around, Nat, I have a lot of bitches to move.”

Nat waved. “See you later.”

“Oi!” the male fox called to one of the construction workers. “Give me your wagon, I have to offload this load of dogs!”

“Ya got it!” The construction worker called out.

It had been a few weeks. Natasha, or Nat as she preferred to be called, had settled in quite nicely in the town. She was often seen with the Pinkie family of either the pink pone herself, Guile, or Scootaloo. Dustin had been hiding in his office in the mines while the bitches kept prowling around for him, and the construction workers kept up the hard work on his house.

There had been a few Tuesdays between then and now, but the Hunters had managed to contain both sets. Just. Dustin had contributed quite a bit to making sure ‘my fucking house isn’t falling to some bastard monster!’

And the day came! The house was done, the bill had been sent to the mine, and the fox stood in front of the thing with a wide smile on his face. He knew it was two stories tall with a basement in the ground it rested on, but he couldn’t wait to explore it himself and see all the additions that you couldn’t get through a blueprint.

“This looks great.” Dash nodded, sitting next to the fox.

“I know, right?” Dustin sighed. It was a nice little house. Well...okay, it had two stories and a balcony for easy access for pegasi. And a greenhouse out the back for flower growing. But other than that it looked fairly simple. “Seriously, you ponies are great at construction work. And for a reasonable price.”

“Well, you have to be when you never know when a house is going to be destroyed or not.” Dash shrugged.

“I’m hoping I’m far enough away from the town for Tuesdays to mostly leave it alone,” the fox admitted, walking up to the front door and pushing it open. “Wait. Did they furnish it too?”

“Yeah?” Dash looked at him, confused. “Why wouldn’t they?”

“...Now I feel like I underpaid,” the fox whined. Seriously! The living room looked like it had the most comfortable couches ever, the lighting fixtures were impressive, and- “If there’s a fully stocked fridge in the kitchen, I am putting another bag of bits on the mayor’s desk,” he warned.

“Might want to keep a tally there.” Dash chuckled as she trotted in and tested out a couch.

“For fuck’s sake,” the fox threw his hands up at the very thought. “Well at least I know they won’t have touched my stuff in the mine yet,” he admitted. “I get to furnish my room, right?”

“Eh….” The pegasus cocked her head to the right.

“...That’s it,” Dustin said, picking a couch and throwing himself down on it. “I’m just going to go to sleep here, and wake up when the world isn’t being generous for no reason.”

“Want me to join you?” She teased with a smirk, batting her lashes at him.

“Yeah, sure, get some of the chest fluff action, I know how you like it,” the fox teased back, patting his chest with a paw.

Dash blushed as her own fur fluffed up. “D-dammit.”

The fox chuckled as he adjusted himself from being splayed out to being more of a body cushion shaped like a fox.

Dash pouted and glanced at him.

“Offer’s still open, Dashie~” the fox teased, closing his eyes and counting upwards. How long would she hold out…

Like a cat, she pounced on him and made a little nest out of his stomach and chest fluff.

“Mm, you’re warm,” the fox commented, bringing a paw up to stroke her mane.

“You’re warm.” She tried and failed to counter even as her eyes drooped.

“You’re adorable,” Dustin chuckled, bringing his paw around to her muzzle before booping Dash’s nose.

“M’not.” Dash puffed her cheeks out. “H-hey… We could… you know…” She blushed and coughed into a hoof. “Claim the house by… um…” She gulped. She whispered something he couldn’t hear.

“...Pretty sure it’s mine already,” Dustin pointed out. “Besides, I’m happy where I am.”

“M’kay.” Dash stuffed her blushing face in his fluff. Dustin kept petting her mane idly.

“This is nice,” he admitted. “A house of my own and a cute mare on my chest.”

Dash grumbled through the fur. “M’not cute.”

“You are absolutely cute and adorable,” the fox countered. “Doesn’t mean you can’t be other things, but you are a pony and thus are cute.”

Dash’s head popped up. “I will fucking-” She sputtered. “Fuck you.”

“Pretty sure Rares would be upset at that,” the fox noted out loud.

Her cheeks puffed out as her blush grew. “Mmmm…” She hopped off him. She stretched like a cat and flapped her wings out. She winced as she stretched her wings. “Ugh… sore wings…”

“I could give them a massage,” the fox offered, opening an eye before waggling his fingers. “I’m pretty good at that.”

Dash looked at him nervously. “That wouldn’t be too bad…” Her blush actually grew larger.

Dustin got up from the couch and gestured to it. “Lay down and spread ‘em out,” he intoned. “I’ll hopefully give you some relief.”

She hopped up on it, laid on her stomach, and spread her wings. “Your wording…” She muttered, her blush covering her cheeks and muzzle.

Dustin started on the right wing, using his paws to get between the feathers at the muscle beneath and instantly found a few spots that needed work. He gently yet firmly kneaded her wing, trying not to go too hard and damage any feathers.

“Mmmmm…..” She sighed with a small moan of pleasure as she melted into the couch. “Paws are grrrreat….”

“Heh, well, I’m only starting here,” the fox chuckled. Once he was done with her leading edge of the wing, he worked his way back down towards the base and made sure to massage hard enough to be felt bone-deep.

“Uuuuhhhh…. Dussstin…” She said breathily, arching her back a bit.

“Aaaaand that’s the right wing done,” the fox commented, flexing his fingers a bit. “Give me a moment to make sure my fingers still work and I’ll get on the left one.”

“Mmmm… take yer time…” She sighed, her hind legs twitching a bit.

The fox eventually tackled the mare’s left wing, starting on the leading edge and working out some of the kinks he found there.

“Mmm, right theeeere…” She groaned, trying to nuzzle the couch.

“Well I can’t stay on one spot too long,” the fox pointed out, starting to work his way back down her wing. Once again, the further back he got, the harder and deeper his massage went, so that she could feel the hopefully long-lasting effects.

“O-oh… Dust- Ahhh…” She shivered a bit. “Tha’s good…”

“Mmm, I think you’re just...about...done,” the fox commented, finishing the massage and flexing his fingers again. “How you feeling, Dashie?”

“Mmm… goood… ‘lmost there…” She groaned, sounding half-asleep.

“You’re already here, silly,” the fox teased.

“N-no… I was…” She blinked and seemed to come to a bit. “I was…” She blushed furiously. Then gulped. “Oh…”

“...Something wrong?” the fox tilted his head.

Dash looked away. “You’re massage… caused… reactions…”

“...Good reaction?” he ventured.

She took a shaky breath. “Very good reactions…”

“Ah…” the fox blushed a bit. “Um. Well...it...would be rude to, ah...leave you hanging, as it were,” he pointed out.

“N-no! Y-you don’t h-have to…” Dash gulped loudly. “Unless… you… want to?”

“Just...lay back down before I regret this,” he said, blushing through his fur. “I think I know something you’d like.”

Dash nodded and laid back down. Her whole body was shaking like a leaf.

Dustin’s paws touched her lightly. But not on either wing.

He was massaging the portion of muscles on her back that connected the wings.

Dash gasped. “O-oh sh-shit…” Her wings snapped out stiff. “R-right th-there-”

The fox didn’t stop. If anything, his massage grew stronger.

Dash panted heavy breaths as her back legs started to twitch.

“How are you holding up, adorable little blueberry?” the fox asked, kneading deep with the balls of his paws.

“Dust- Almost-” She let out a groan. “There- Mmmm….”

The fox leaned over the mare and used his upper body weight to push down into her muscles with his paw-hands.

Dash’s body locked up as she let out a squeak. Then her body shivered as she let out a slow sigh.

“...You done?” the fox asked incredulously. “All that build up and that’s it?”

The mare looked back with a slightly tired gaze. “W-would you have prefered I scream out your name and soaked your legs? Are you orgasm-shaming me? You just got your marefriend off and you just ask, that’s it?”

“Well I was kinda expecting more out of it, yeah,” the fox admitted. “I mean, you seem to be quite vocal about what you want normally. Was kinda expecting that to translate to this.”

Dash blushed again and frowned at him. “Dustin… this was the first… intimate moment we’ve had since… well… the bug… and you’re kinda ruining it.”

“...Point,” the fox admitted. “Sorry. I’m sorta rusty.”

“Rusty?” Dash blinked. “Dustin, you managed to make a mare finish just through massage, I’d consider that impressive. Then again, I don’t really ever go to the spa.”

“If that’s how you react from being touched, I’m glad I get to be the one to run my paws all over you,” Dustin teased.

Dash’s eyes widened as she leaned away a bit. “D-Dustin! S-stop! Y-you’re gonna… make me…” Her sentence dissolved as she looked away.

The fox’s eyebrows raised as he leaned closer to the mare. “Oh? Do you like it when I tease you, my horny little blueberry?~” One paw tickled up her stomach, to come to rest under her chin.

Her breath hitched. “N-no…”

“Hmm...maybe I can whisper sweet nothings into your ears about how I’ll take you up to the bedroom and touch you all. Night. Long. Just to see what makes. You. Tick. Would that tickle my little blueberry?”

Dash gulped, still refusing to meet his gaze. “Yes…”

“Well then!” Dustin smiled as he stood up, scooping Dash into his arms. “Let’s see about that, shall we? One night of exploring Dash’s body coming right up! And since I’m keeping my pants on, no complaints from Rares!”

“B-but what about r-returning the f-favor?” Dash stammered, huddling into herself and his chest fluff.

“Oh, you won’t be thinking about that,” Dustin promised as he climbed the stairs. “You won’t be thinking about anything.”

Dash shuddered. “O-oh Celestia…”