Author's Note

Just a quick addendum in celebration of Pistachio finally getting his own character tag here on the site.

Enjoy.

Pistachio Got a Tag

Oak and Butternut sat together in their living room, Butternut's hooves idly stroking her husband's cock as they awaited their son's return. Today was the day he got back from his trip to Manehatten, and he should be home any minute, assuming the trains were running on time. They stared anxiously at the front door, eager to hear how his trip with Rarity had gone.

Just as they were beginning to fear he might have been delayed, their front door banged open and Pistachio burst in. As soon as he saw his parents waiting for him, he galloped over to them and wrapped them up lovingly in his hooves. After sharing a brief but passionate kiss with each of them, they way his energetic tongue danced inside each of their mouths offering them a hint to how his trip had gone. When he broke apart from them, he looked positively giddy as he stood before them both.

"Guessing you had a good time?" Oak asked, smirking as he watched his son practically bouncing in place in front of him.

"Good?" Pistachio asked. "Try fantastic! Everything was even better than I could ever have imagined. It was like spending a week living in all my best dreams, but even better!"

"Well, tell us all about it," Butternut prodded, before swallowing Oak's cock in her mouth as the two settled in to listen to their son's adventures in the big city.

Time passed as Pistachio regaled them with stories about his experiences among all the glitz and glamour of high fashion. After Oak had fired a load into her, Butternut made her way behind Pistachio and began to tongue his asshole. Her son was so engrossed with telling his story that he hardly reacted to her rimjob, though his hardening and twitching cock showed her that her efforts weren't entirely wasted. She could tell his hole had been used earlier in the day, and she wondered when he'd get around to sharing who the lucky stallion was who had gotten to give Pistachio a goodbye rut before he'd left for home.

Oak was enjoying listening to his son's tales, but he could only take listening to Pistachio explain how new stitch inlays were going to revolutionize the way ponies wore leggings before he began to grow impatient. There was no way his son didn't know what Oak was most interested in hearing about, and the longer he droned on the surer Oak was that Pistachio was just teasing him. Finally, he couldn't take it any longer and pushed his son to move on to more interesting topics.

"Alright, Pistachio. This is all fascinating and all, but you know what I'm curious to hear," Oak chided him. "Did you or did you not manage to get your dick wet with Rarity?"

Pistachio simply smiled back at his dad, the self-satisfied look on the boy's face telling Oak all he needed to know. That said, Pistachio could only keep the silent act up for a few seconds before he broke and began telling his parents all about it.

"Alright, yeah, I totally got to rut Rarity," Pistachio admitted. "And it was every bit as amazing as you'd expect. You were right about her wanting me, dad. As soon as she got me alone in our suite that first night, she was all over me. I couldn't believe how tight she was when I was thrusting myself inside. I guess I've been fucking mom for so long, I never even realized how tight a mare could actually be."

"Ha, that just means she hasn't found a stallion yet who knows how to use mare properly," Oak explained. "Shame that a mare that beautiful and successful hasn't found anypony to break her in yet, but I suppose those city mares tend to stay single for longer these days."

"But that wasn't even the best sex of the week," Pistachio continued. "After she found out that I preferred stallions over mares, she took me to meet Hoity Toity, insisting that he would absolutely love to fuck me. And boy, did he ever!"

"Used you well, huh?" Oak asked.

"Oh yeah," Pistachio reflected. "And he was super impressed by how well I took him, too. He said most colts my age ended up crying and begging him to stop before he's ever able to finish rutting them, but I took his whole pounding like a champ," he explained, before offering a coy look at Oak. "Guess you trained me well, dad."

"Darn straight I did," Oak said proudly. "Those fancy city ponies don't know how to rut their foals proper either these days. Bet he wasn't even going all that rough on you. Compared to what you're used to, I mean."

Pistachio nodded in agreement. "You guessed it, dad. I mean, I was barely even bleeding when he was done. Can't imagine what those other colts were crying about."

Well, good on you," Oak complimented. "So, this Hoity Toity fella is somepony important?"

"Important?" Pistachio asked incredulously. "He's one of the most influential ponies in the entire fashion industry! And I haven't even gotten to the best part yet."

"Oh?" Oak asked.

"Yeah. He enjoyed fucking me so much that he let me do some modeling work for him!" Pistachio exclaimed. "I got to dress up in all sorts of fancy outfits, got a full makeover and my mane done up too, and got to pose and model for next month's Cosmoponytan magazine!"

"That's fantastic, Pistachio!," Butternut exclaimed, pulling her mouth off Pistachio's ass to speak. "I hope we get to see those photos when that magazine comes out."

"You will, mom, don't worry," Pistachio replied, rolling his eyes as he pushed his ass back towards her mouth. "It was all so much fun, and all I had to do was let Hoity and his camera pony fuck me while wearing each outfit between shoots."

"Sounds like a fun time," Oak stated.

"Sure was," Pistachio confirmed. "Anyway, he offered to let me apprentice with him for the upcoming fall season designs, and he even set me up with my very own personal tag."

"Tag?" Oak asked.

"Yeah, everypony who's anypony in the industry has a registered tag," Pistachio explained. "It's basically an image of my cutiemark that goes into an official database and gets affixed to any design I'm involved in. The idea is that it makes it easier for ponies to shop around for the designers they like, and filter their choices by what pony worked on the clothes. Registering a tag is a major step in getting my name out there and recognized."

"Well, it sounds like you're really making a name for yourself, Pistachio," Oak congratulated him. "Now, one more question for you: did you get what I asked for?" Oak inquired.

"You bet I did," Pistachio answered as he unpacked a picture from his bag. "Here you go, dad."

Oak's eyes bulged as he viewed the signed photo of Rarity that his son hoofed toward him. Pistachio had really gone above and beyond Oak's expectations. Pictured before him was a stunning image of Rarity from the rear, her tail flagged and head turned over her shoulder staring lustfully at the camera. He could see every inch of her rump and winking pussy. Written in the corner of the poster was a message directed at him.

"To Oak Nut, Thank You So Much For The Acorns During My Last Visit. Next Time We Meet I Hope To Sample Your Other Nuts.

-Yours,
Rarity"

"Well, hot damn Pistachio," Oak excitedly said as he eyed up the image. "I suppose you really came through for me. Thank you."

"No problem, dad," Pistachio replied, smiling at how happy his dad was with his gift. "Rarity signed it for me last night, before her and Hoity fucked me until dawn."

"Well, it means a lot to me that you came through with it," Oak told his son. "Thank you."

"You know, dad," Pistachio started, "I upheld my end of the bargain. You do remember what you said you'd let me do if I brought you that, right?"

Oak took a deep breath, eyeing his son up and down as he considered his end of their agreement. "You've grown into a fine young stallion, Pistachio. And it sounds like you've made some real work toward getting a career started in your dream job," Oak said approvingly. "So, with all that being said, I think you've more than earned the right to mount and rut me like a proper stallion."

"Can we do it right now?" Pistachio asked excitedly.

"Sure can. Let's see if you can fuck me hard enough to make me scream," Oak answered with equal enthusiasm.

And so the two stallions made their way to bed, and spent the next few hours fucking each other in every manner two stallions could manage. Meanwhile, Butternut was left once again on the couch downstairs, silently rubbing herself off with a hoof as she listened to her husband and son rutting in the loft above her.