It was a cold, mid-March day. The day after Winter-Wrap up.

A Sunday.

And Caisson’s least favorite day of the year.

Today was the day that field-work started, all over again. With the guarantee of no new snowfalls from the pegasi weather-teams, it meant that the family fields could be cleared of snow) and readied for the spring season.

It was dark. It was wet. It was cold.

And he had a long day of work ahead.

At least, he comforted himself, it would be easier than the previous year. He was bigger, stronger, more experienced. He’d already felt it when moving Ponyville’s biggest plow the day prior. He’d grown even more since the fall, just as his mother had expected, finally reaching his full size by Hearth’s Warming Eve.

The biggest farm-stallion in Ponyville’s whole history, they said. Records in both height and weight and power.

Pride of the town.

It actually hadn’t bothered him as much as he’d once worried that it might. He’d found a new self-confidence in the fall semester at Ponyville High, and quickly he’d realised that he’d been misreading a lot of the signals over the years.

Turns out, those frou-frou fashion magazines with idealized slender pegasus-colts and dainty unicorn-stallions were a far cry from what the mares and fillies of Ponyville actually found attractive.

Once he’d started understanding what those signals from fillies his age — and quite a few mares around town — actually meant, well…

He’d actually been called in by Principal Cheerilee at one point to be careful about sowing wild oats too prolifically around town. He’d gotten a long lecture on the use of contraceptives from the pink-haired instructor if he was going to continue indulging what was clearly his ‘special talent’, particularly as they headed into a new heat season.

‘It won’t be good for the town’s genetic diversity to have a whole high-school of fillies heavy with Little-Caissons running about. I’ve talked with Mayor Mare, and we’d both like you to restrain yourself when it comes to the townfillies.’ Caisson had blushed extremely, profusely apologizing that his activities of the past few months had become so legendary... and assuring Principal Cheerilee that he would always use protection with his partners, and reduce the frequency of such events. Thoroughly scolded, he’d turned to leave her office, only to suddenly feel a tug on his tail.

‘Hang on now. I just mentioned townsfillies. Lonely, single, foal-less mares on the other hoof… both I and Mayor Mare want to be clear that un-married mares are very much fair game. I think she’ll be wanting to see you this afternoon about getting a Little-Caisson of her own. But she’ll have to wait her turn, you have a free period right now, don’t you?’

He chuckled to himself, remembering that particular afternoon.

A bright memory before a long, dark day.

He groaned as he picked up his harness. Still the same old adjustable mess of buckles and straps that he’d known for the past few years.

“Sheesh Mom, didn’t you say when I was done growing we could get me something custom-fit?” He griped, looking over at his mother, who was being strapped in by Posey. It was the morning, so the whole family was in the barn at the same time, enjoying the last bit of warmth before they would have to head out into the dark, cold spring morn.

Golden Harvest shot him a look, the look that only mothers can give.

“Well, son of mine. I did budget to get you a lovely custom-fit harness, and it would have made oh-so-nice a Hearth's Warming Eve present for you.” She snarked, clearly also grumpy at the work ahead. “But, all of a sudden, out-of-the-blue… I had to spend those bits on a specialized rig for pregnant mares! I wonder why that is?” She tapped her hoof sarcastically against her chin, as if pondering. “Maybe you can figure that mystery out while doing the whole South field with your sister today?”

“Hah!” Posey giggled, shaking her head annoyingly. “You tell ‘em, Mom!”

“Posey, quiet.”

“The whole South field? That’s not f- OOF!” Caisson yelped, as Cookie buckled his belly strap in a single jerk, nearly driving the air out of his lungs. He turned to yelp at her. “H-hey!”

“Serves you right, you should have known Mom wouldn’t let you give her guff. Now shut up before she makes us do more.” A very pregnant, six-months-with-foal, Cookie harrumphed. “I swear if your foal is as much a blockhead as you are…”

“S-sorry.” Caisson folded his ears back, shrinking. He could never stand up to his beloved Cookie.

“Hmmf.”

“It’s my fault, really.” Golden Harvest sighed, repeating what she had a million times before over the past few months. “I figured you two would romp in the hay a few times, but never thought about Cookie’s late heat. I really should have: I nearly had the same thing happen to me with your uncle, Carrot Cake, you know… quite a scare but in the end a false pregnancy.”

“So you always say, Mom…” Cookie sighed, the same tired response to the same story.

Caisson knew well enough to keep his muzzle shut — The truth was, he didn’t mind having Cookie have to ‘adjust his harness’ every afternoon.

The end.

Author's Note

Well everybody, that's it!

I'll leave a brief author's note here, because I need to get this in before the midnight deadline to submit to the Incest is Wincest September competition.

I just want to give a HUGE shout-out to my editors on this thing. AJ Aficionado and Admiral Biscuit both went through the entirety of this gigantic fic (which, as usual, was supposed to be short and sweet). Every word you read was checked by them... and though they might have disagreed with the insanity of my scenes, their effort nonetheless (despite the fact that a lot of the fic was not their fetishes or kink) MASSIVELY improved the quality of the fic.

There's nothing quite as good as having a fantastic pair of editors working with you through a story. It gives you confidence in your writing, makes you feel like the finished product is really shined up to perfection.

Even better, we had a running commentary in the gdocs as we were working through. Between Admiral Biscuit's expansive horse and farm knowledge, and AJA's insane youtube links (at one point a video of two wild Lynxes screaming at each other for five straight minutes) it was the most enjoyable writing experience I've had in a long time.

Hopefully you enjoy the work too!

The idea popped in my head a few weeks back after re-reading Admiral Biscuit's 'Mares complaining about penises' fic. I just loved the idea of harness-sex and something a little more concrete in terms of world-building, and then once Shake launched the September contest, it was a match made in heaven.

Here's hoping we can start kicking off a wonderful discussion in the comments as well, and keep up that atmosphere of enjoyable goofiness that we had so much fun with in the doc.

Cheers!

~Clops