A Cheery Household Herd

After the time I spent with Moondancer, she went ahead and gave me a little trinket that I could use to activate the Spell Of Anthropomorphism--or Anthros for short. It was basically a small necklace that would allow me and whoever else I wanted to access a humanoid, anthropomorphic form for a time. I guess it was a reward of sorts for helping her out. Admittedly, I was eager to try it out with Cheerilee to see how she’d like standing on two legs and having her teats moved from between her legs to her upper abdominal region. With the knowledge that the kiddo was working on helping others around town in her own way, I was able to relax and think carefully about what I wanted to do next with my free time.

First, I decided to inform the Missus about what had happened.

“That’s great, dear!” she squealed, “It seems as if our herd is moving along nicely.”

“Yes, though I’m starting to wonder if I can handle it all,” Pale explained with a sigh, “I don’t wanna start neglecting you, hun. You’re my wife after all.”

“Oh, Paley…” she approached him and smooched the top of his forehead. “I appreciate that and you’re right. As a couple--we ultimately have to be there for each other first. So if something is making you feel uncomfortable, then let me know and we won’t have to keep doing this if you don’t want to.”

Pale smiled and replied, “Thanks, Cheery. I think I’m fine for the moment, but I will let you know if things become a bit too much for me. No matter what happens, you’re my number one.”

“Same for you, sweetie,” Cheerilee replied and pulled out a book that she had been reading. “Now what I’ve found interesting is that that’s exactly how the harems of our ancestors worked.” She opened one of the pages to black and white photographs. Each one showed a mustang stallion surrounded by several mares of their own. “There was always a headmare and headstallion for each herd and then young would be kicked out to avoid inbreeding. It’s also known as polygyny.”

“Ah, I see now,” Pale nodded as he inspected the page. “Well, in my case, I’m not impregnating anyone at all. All the mares I’ve dealt with thus far are infertile due to their age.”

“And I’m sure it’ll stay that way, hun,” Cheerilee sighed as she continued reading the book, “Just a shame really. But if Moondancer can introduce a gene that results in more colts being born from the younger mares, we won’t have this problem for the next generation.”

Pale thought to himself on the subject. Thus far, he had granted sexual favors for multiple mares, but still felt unwavering love towards Cheerilee above all else. Essentially, he had found within himself that having multiple mating partners didn’t interfere with his marriage as much as he initially thought.

“It seems to be working so far,” he thought, “Maybe I should keep going--at the very least to help alleviate the frustration of mares who haven’t experienced a good mating session. Plus, Cheerilee enjoys watching it…”

“Well, for now, I’ll continue helping the mares that need it. At least until they find permanent partners, hm?” Pale spoke his mind to Cheerilee.

“Good, but don’t burn yourself out, okay hun?” she kissed him on the neck, and cuddled up to him. “You’re too big and strong to start losing your mind again.”

“Trust me, we’re long past that,” he said with a smile.

Tap-tap-tap.

Their conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door to Cheerilee’s home. The fuschia mare got up to answer it…

“Hello?” she asked and upon opening it…

“Ayo, is Pale here?” a deep, female voice replied, “I tried lookin’ at his house but he wasn’t there.”

“Oh, Babs! It’s nice to see you again,” Cheerilee answered and stood aside to allow her to gain entry, much to Pale’s excitement. “Hey look, it’s your stepsister from another mister!”

“Say wh--oh shit it’s you!” Pale hopped off of the couch and approached Babs, who also trotted up to him and extended her hoof. “How’ve you been?”

“You sunuva gun, yeah?” Babs replied as they both wrapped each other’s hooves around the other in an ‘arm wrestle’-esque lock. “I’ve been great since ya killed that there goat busta. Shit’s been safa than a mug up in Manehattan, lemme tell ya.”

Cheerilee paused and blinked as she shut the door. She then rubbed one of her ears and commented, “Er…what did she just…say exactly?”

“She’s saying that everything is better in Manehattan now,” Pale relayed, “Which is good because that’s kinda where I grew up, ya know?”

“I remember,” Cheerilee replied with a nod, “I’ve actually been meaning to visit there, but I heard the crime rate was rather high there…or is that Chicoltgo?”

“Nah, Chicoltgo’s got more of a cartjackin’ problem,” Babs explained, “Manehattan’s usually gotta deal with the occasional mobsta and whatnot, but nothin’ really maja (major). It’s actually Haylem that’s got the biggest problems but that’s a story for anotha time.”

“Well, I’m just glad Manehattan’s slums are cleaner,” Pale added, then steered the conversation in a different direction. “So what brings you here, Babs? Everything okay back home?”

Babs rubbed her hoof against the back of her neck and continued, “Yeah and naw. Shit’s mostly betta, but there’s sompony in particulah that I think ya might wanna check out. Ya remembah Suri Polomare, yeah?”

“I do, we placed her in a Pony Protection Program so that should be kept safe from Svengallop when she was involved in one of his crimes. We recently released her and allowed her to strike back out on her own. I assume she went back to Manehattan, yeah?”

“Yuppa--but last I heard of her, she was busy tryin’a find work there again since her family kinda disowned ‘er. Just kinda wantya’ta check things out for me…” she looked down at the floor, “Hate’ta ask this of ya since I know ya tryin’a take a break, but…”

Pale shook his head. “It’s fine. I’m more than willing to go check things out. If anything, it might be a nice little trip back home. I’ve been meaning to head back there sometime soon anyway.” He looked at Cheerilee. “Wanna head there with me, hun? I don’t think Cozy should come along because it’s likely that the Bitalian Mob is still around.”

“I thought they had changed their ways to focus more on expanding their restaurant and bakery businesses,” Cheerilee expressed her concern, “Are they really back to their old ways?”

Pale grabbed his detective hat from off the nearby rack. “Only one way to find out.”