Filly Guides Badge Hunting

Tag-a-Long had pulled out all the stops to earn bits to rent the farrowing pen from Big Mac.

His offer of a free pen had caught her off guard and if she was being honest with herself about the situation, Big Mac was a stallion who was more than worthy of her time. Under slightly different circumstances… she might have said yes without hesitation. He wasn’t married… wasn’t even dating as far as she could tell… and as the owner of a farm would be able to provide for a family of his own someday.

Big Mac very well could be the best single stallion in town, except that she was too young for marriage, too young to be openly dating him as a special somepony and she really didn’t want to lose her virginity to a stallion in an otherwise causal hook-up, no matter how capable or convenient.

Going from shop to shop, she asked all the local store owners if they needed part-time and very temporary help so she could raise the bits to rent the pen though good old-fashioned hard work. Most of the store owners were regretful to have to turn her down, especially when her reasons were very earnest.

Refusing to lose hope, she continued to try her luck until she ended up at Sugarcube Corner. It only took her a matter of hours to work out a deal with Mrs. Cake to work as a waitress of sorts at Sugarcube Corner, delivering food to the tables and then wiping the tables down after the customers were finished, working basically for tips as Mrs. Cake couldn’t afford to pay her directly.

Everypony in town knew her so striking up conversations with the customers was easy. As a result, it only took her 2 weeks to earn 600 bits to pay for the fallowing pen and any other associated costs, as most of the customers seemed more than willing to help.

The tips were outrageously generous, but she knew she needed to raise more than the original quote on the off chance that the cost had changed. She knew that there was a chance that she now had to buy a breeding pair of pigs on top of renting the pen, which might also be more than his original offer. It was an expensive endeavor but worth the work she had put into it. Today was the day though. She was going to Sweet Apple Acres at the end of her shift.

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It was the end of a long workday, and the sun was starting to set. Working was more fulfilling than school, but she’d only be able to during the summer and other holidays until she graduated. Trotting along to Sweet Apple Acres, Tag-a-Long spotted Big Mac at the fallowing pens and went to say hi. Big Mac winced when he saw her, and her trot slowed to a walk.

“Umm… is this a bad time?”

Mac shook his head. “Eenope. Just finished up my chores fer the day. Anythin’ ah can help ya with?”

She smiled and presented a huge bag of bits pulled from her saddlebag.

“I raised 600 bits. That should be enough to rent the pen and to buy a breeding pair of pigs. Can we work out a deal now?”

Big Mac seemed to be mulling over his response when she noticed just how hot her tail was.

The masculine musk wafting from Big Mac seemed extra thick and somehow inexplicably intoxicating in the hot summer air and she just had to do something about it. She found herself involuntarily moving her tail to the side to help herself air out, unconsciously also fanning out her own pheromones.

He took in a deep breath of air through his nose, catching the scent, and his cock slowly seemed to emerge from its sheath. He knew what was happening, but she didn’t.

He cleared his throat. “Ah’m afraid that all the fallowing pens have already been rented. Ah warned ya that they would fill up fast. Ah’m sorry, Tag.”

Tag-a-Long sucked in several panicked breaths as she came to the full reality that she had lost what was probably her last chance to earn that badge.

Sweetie Belle was going to get kittens from Opal and her new tomcat but Sweetie wouldn’t be able to house a third cat for her so she could get a second set of kittens out of the same tomcat with a female cat of her own.

Scootaloo couldn’t have pets at home and Rainbow Dash probably wouldn’t tolerate one or two more pets either.

Apple Bloom had been in the best position to help with her farm, and she still said no. Some friend she was.

Tears streaked down her face as she realized that she was going to fail. Her mother should have been the most supportive of her efforts… and yet, there was nothing. Nothing but the bitter taste of lost opportunities and empty promises.

Big Mac cleared his throat again and placed a forehoof on her withers. He was trying to be comforting but he knew that his previous offer might make it feel creepy.

“Is there anythin’ else ah can do fer ya?”

She asked a meek question while still staring at the ground. “Can I pay you to build a new farrowing pen and then use it? How much would that cost?”

Big Mac sighed. “A new pen built from scratch will cost about 400 bits. Ah wouldn’t charge ya to rent it if ya paid ta have it built but a breeding pair of pigs is 300 bits on the cheap end for a pair of young pigs that should still take some time ta grow before breeding and closer ta 1,800 bits for fully grown pigs ready ta breed or that have already been bred at least once. Ah’m impressed with the bits ya raised in 2 weeks but no matter which route ya take, ye’re still a little short of bits. Ah’m not sure how else ta help ya other than ta tell ya ta go back ta whatever job ye’ve been workin’ and raise more bits. Gotta hurry though… it’ll be past birthing time fer the badge if ya wait much longer.”

She sighed to herself while considering what he had said.

Most of my regulars don’t have more bits to give me. I could raise another 100 bits in enough time but not another 1,600. This is hopeless…

With his height, she had a clear view of his undercarriage. When she raised her eyes to try to look up at him, she saw his fully engorged shaft standing at attention and waiting for attention. The burning under her tail seemed to intensify and she blankly realized that she was in heat.

Her first heat.

She gulped as it all started to make sense. “I can’t afford to build a pen and buy the pigs. My customers can’t afford to continue to tip me at the rate they’ve been going, and I can’t ask them to. Without a fallowing pen… I’m doomed. You were right about me being the right age about being curious about sex, but it seems that I’m 2 weeks too late. I’m sorry for wasting your time.”

Mac held out a forehoof to stop her from leaving. “Wait. What exactly are the rules fer the badge?”

She finally tore her eyes off his shaft and met his eyes. “My mom was willing to bend the rules a little but not enough, I don’t think. I am allowed to breed anything that I can do so safely to demonstrate animal husbandry. While the birth of the offspring is ideal, I only have to show successful breeding if the offspring isn’t born yet. My mom doesn’t want pets in our house, so I don’t know how to prove it without the offspring.”

Big Mac nodded. “How about a pregnancy test.”

Her frown caused her forehead to crease in an adorable way. “I guess so… but they don’t make pregnancy tests for pigs… or for most other farm animals that I am aware of. Why would you point that out?”

Big Mac sat down on his haunches. “Ah’ve been workin’ a farm my whole life. Let me tell ya a secret. Ponies… minotaurs, cows, hippogriffs… we can all talk… we are all intelligent… but at the end of the day… we are all still animals…”

Her eyes widened at the weird logic of that statement and the possibilities that it created.

“My mom gave me permission to try to earn the badge if I could do so without bringing a pet into the house and she encouraged me to do some problem solving. I could breed myself! My own pregnancy could earn me the animal husbandry badge!”

Just considering the act of making a foal caused her wet tight pussy to clinch, releasing thick fluid and an undeniable desire for relief. She stared at Big Mac’s cock, still visible between his legs even though he was sitting down.

Biting her lip, she asked timidly… “So… what do you charge for studding?”

The lustful grin returned as he considered her again. “Fer ya, Taggy, no charge.”

Getting a little more adventurous herself, she whispered. “Will your family miss you if you come home late?”

He shook his head. “This is a busy time of year. Ah’ve been known ta sleep in the barn ma chores run so long into the night. Ah have a special place in the loft we can go. Nopony will spot us. Ah’ll keep the secret of who the father is if ya keep it too…”

She followed him into barn silently, hoping that nopony was close enough to watch them enter the barn together. He turned a corner and the ramp that led to the loft was there. Continuing to follow him, she was mesmerized by the sway and bounce of his thick shaft and balls, clearly visible from behind given how closely she was following him.

He led to what looked like a dead end when he jiggled a chain and a hidden door opened.

Her interest peaked, she followed him in and was astonished by the cozy little room. It had a bed just large enough for two ponies along with an end table with an oil lantern plus a bookshelf that was being used to store some extra blankets.

“Wow. What is this place?”

Big Mac smiled at her. “This room was once used as an extra bedroom fer family members visiting from out of town if there wasn’t room in the main house. Over time, this extra bedroom hasn’t been needed as much so ah use it for storin’ extra supplies or fer getting some alone time if ah’m feelin’ overwhelmed. It’s great during the busy season and fer givin’ ma sisters some space.”

She frowned. “Why would they need space?”

Mac’s smile fell just a hair. “Ya know… like while they’re in heat. It gets lonely on this big ol’ farm and some companionship would be nice… but ah don’t wanna be tempted by ma sisters. Ah would never even try under normal circumstances, but the rules go out the window during heat. It’s hard to ignore the pheromones and the instincts of mating when it’s so close for so long.”

She licked her lips in anticipation of his reaction to her next statement. “I bet your pretty pent up then. I can fix that though… I’m wet enough for you to take a swim.”

Big Mac blushed at that while he turned his attention to lighting the lantern. She tried to distract herself by watching the sunset through the room’s only window and was surprised when Mac wrapped his hooves around her delicate frame and pulled her into a passionate kiss.

The setting sun and rising of the moon framed the moment perfectly, making it feel far more romantic than the hasty decision to have a foal for the Filly Guide badge. The kiss seemed to stretch forever and left her gasping for air when they broke away.

She looked down at the floor and trembled in place. She knew that she was at a point of no return.

Mac seemed to sense it too. “Is there anything else ya need before we start?”

Tag didn’t know how to answer so she blurted out a very blunt question.

“I don’t want to be a single mom like my mom is. Will you be able to marry me when I turn 18? Or is this just a business deal for us?”

Mac kissed her again. “Ah’ll marry ya… if ya still want me when ya turn 18, if ah’m not already married ta somepony else. It’s not like ah’m datin’ right now anyways. Good enough?”

She nodded and nuzzled unto his neck. “Good enough… how shall we do this?”

He looked her over. “Hop onto the bed. Ah should be able ta mount ya despite the difference in our heights. Just lift yer tail and ah’ll do all the work.”

She followed his instructions, hopping into the bed and lifting her tail. Mac’s forehooves landing on either side of her startled her but she had no time to react before feeling the pressure on her pussy. She could feel the massive expanse of the cockhead as it pushed into her untamed frontier.

She gasped as the tip slipped in. It seemed to fill her completely and yet, she knew that he was barely in.

“Ow… be gentle please…”

Mac grunted. “Bein’ as gentle as ah can. Yer’re small and ah’m big. Just relax… it’ll fit.”

She moaned but then asked. “Should I suck it first? Get you lubed up?”

Max smiled at the idea but shook his head. “Yer plenty wet, Tag. Just tighter than ah thought was possible. This is gonna take longer than ah thought it would, but ah won’t hurt ya, ah promise.”

Mac tempered his enthusiasm and slowed down, pushing in an inch at a time in a gentle rocking motion. He tried to make her feel better with gentle kisses and love bites. His gentle caresses started to feel more like lovemaking and less like a quick rut, but it still hurt. She bared down and took his girth, trying hard to fight instincts to push back and help the process. She knew that if she threw him off his rhythm, it was going to hurt even worse.

Her own grunts and moans of passion echoed loudly in the small room, and she was starting to fear that somepony would hear her. A firm bump on her plot caused her to gasp.

“Are you in all the way?”

“Eenope. That’s just the medial ring. Ah’m only about halfway in ya but ah think that’s as far as it’s gonna go until yer older.”

The words sent a shiver down her spine as she realized that there was endless pleasure to be found here. Mac kissed her again and whispered into her ear.

“Ah’m about to blow this load. We can worry about foreplay more next time.”

She nodded timidly. “Is there going to be a next time?”

Mac tilted his head. “Of course. We need ta do this everyday for the next 7 days ta make sure that it takes. And then, well, we might get married someday too.”

Mac seemed to pull out slightly and then hammered his cock into her hard, stopping at the medial ring but unloading his foal batter into her receptive womb. The feeling of being stretched to the limit was amplified by his hot sticky cum inflating her stomach to levels that suggested that she was already pregnant.

She fell into the bed, exhausted. “That was wonderful…”

Mac sighed. “Ah came too fast. Ya didn’t get off yerself. Maybe as we both get more practice, we can make this better fer both of us.”

She smiled at him. “Pleasure is nice, but the foal is my goal. I don’t care if I get off as long as I’m knocked up.”

Mac grinned. “That makes my job easy. Just come by the farm around sundown every day fer the next 7 days and ah’ll make sure that ya get knocked up.”

Jumping off the bed revealed to her just how sore she was. “Ow. It’s going to be hard to walk normally and make it look like nothing is wrong and nothing has changed. I’m glad my house isn’t far from here.”

Mac was a little worried about the secret getting out. Princess Celestia and the Canterlot nobles never set an official age of consent, allowing parents to decide what was best for their foals, but Tag-a-Long didn’t even have a cutie mark yet. No matter how open a pony might be about sex, most ponies waited at least until they had a cutie mark. She seemed to be mirroring his thoughts.

“Do you think anypony heard us?”

Mac shook his head. “The rest of the family should be eating right now. Even if they knew this happened, ah trust them ta keep the secret. Ah’m worried about other ponies finding out. Yer ma will throw a fit and if she doesn’t want us ta get married, she could have me arrested. Once yer 18 and we get married, it wouldn’t matter as much that ah got ya pregnant at 12.”

She considered their predicament. “I said I’d keep the secret and I mean it. But if you don’t marry me, I’m going to want foal support. You’re a pony of your word so I intend to hold you to it.”

Mac sighed. “That’s fair. Let me walk ya off the farm.”

Like a gentlestallion, he escorted her to the main path leading off the farm. She looked back at him once over her shoulder with a sense of longing before sighing and returning home. When she was out of sight Mac sighed too. Apple Bloom’s voice piped up from behind him.

“So… did ya get laid?”

Mac turned to her. “Eeyup. You were right about her being desperate for the badge. Never thought ah’d get her ta lift her tail fer me though.”

Apple Bloom smiled. “Well. It worked out. Ah’m sure your both gonna get what ya want out of it, and ya know ah won’t tell anypony.”

Mac smiled and followed her inside. “Ah need ta eat and get some rest, Ah have a busy week ahead of me… plowing some plots.”

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