Author's Note

Kinks: Lactation, talk of pregnancy, heavy drinking

013 - Moooving in

“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?