Author's Note

Kinks: Dragon-on-Dragon Fisting, Oviposition, Misuse of a Portal, Needy Milf, Thirsty Bitch, Self-Degradation, Lots of dirty talk

010 - Guess Who's coming to Dinner

“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.”