Filly Guides Badge Hunting

The next couple of weeks passed by with a whirlwind of plans and planning.

Rarity got the honor of making not one, but two wedding dresses, as it was decided that Tag-a-Long would wear a wedding dress too. Invitations were sent to friends and family while Mayor Mare was invited to officiate the wedding.

On a beautiful Saturday, with perfect weather thanks to Rainbow Dash, nearly the entire town of Ponyville gathered on Sweet Apple Acres under the joined Apple and Pear trees that symbolized where Bright Mac and Pear Butter had gotten married nearly 30 years ago.

Big Mac was looking pleased as punch wearing a nicely tailored suit with his sister Applejack acting as his best mare, wearing her gala dress that seemed to double or triple as her preferred dress for every important social function that she was invited to, much to Rarity’s frustration.

With a flourish of music, Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo walked down the aisle as a mix of flower girls and brides’ maids. And then, the brides appeared.

Guidance Counselor and Tag-a-Long walked side by side in identical wedding dresses to the traditional wedding march. The crowd teared up at the sight of the town’s leading youth special activities pony finally getting married, but they also whispered about the pregnant filly also wearing a wedding dress. They both arrived at the altar as the music stopped.

Mayor Mare cleared her throat. “Fillies and Gentlecolts. Nearly 30 years ago, I had the pleasure of marrying Big Mac’s father to his mother Pear Butter, in secret, on this exact spot. And now today, I get to marry Big Mac to his long-time crush, Guidance Counselor. I have been instructed to reveal that Tag-a-Long is Big Mac’s biological daughter with Guidance, that was the result of a one-night stand they had 13 years ago. I know that she suffered the stigma of being considered a loose mare and that the recruitment into the local Filly Guides has suffered a little due to her poor reputation. I declare that her reputation should be restored, as she was truly never a loose mare, and she is now marrying her daughter’s father. Big Mac? I believe that you wished to say a few words as well?”

He nodded. “Ah can see that everypony loves the sight of Guidance and Tag in weddin’ dresses, but ah can also see that it confuses some of ya. Ya see… I’m not just marryin’ a bride… Ah’m marryin’ a family. Ah wanted Tag in a weddin’ dress alongside her mother to symbolize that Ah love them both with all my heart and ah will take care of both of em fer the rest of my life. They are my loves, my joy and my purpose.”

Mac’s words ripped through the crowd as shame pierced them over the pointless idle gossip that most of them were guilty of, even if some of that gossip was technically true.

Mayor Mare continued. “Well then. Do you, Big Mac, take this mare and this filly as your lawfully wedded wives… to have and to hold, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, for as long as you all shall live?”

Mac nodded. “Eeyup.”

“Do you, Guidance Counselor and Tag-a-Long, take this stallion as your lawfully wedded husband… to have and to hold, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, for as long as you all shall live?”

Guidance and Tag both said, “I do.” at the same time.

With a smile that could eclipse the sun, Mayor Mare proclaimed. “By the power invested in me, I declare you a herd. You may kiss the brides.”

Mac kissed Guidance on the lips to the cheering and hoof stomps of the crowd. Tag stomped her hooves impatiently and the crowd giggled when Mac lowered his face to let Tag kiss him on the cheek.

The three of them dancing together for the first dance was a little awkward, if only because Mac didn’t normally do any dancing at all, and Tag was more than a little unbalanced at 5 months pregnant.

The cake was cut, speeches were made, toasts were offered to the happy family. When there was a moment to spare, Apple Bloom came up to them and asked a question.

“So… am I Tag’s Aunt or her sister-in-law?”

Mac blinked. “What do ya mean?”

Apple Bloom nudged him. “The mayor declared you a herd. Whether ya intended it or not… ya married Guidance and Tag-a-Long. So… by birth… I’m her aunt. By marriage… I’m her sister-in-law… so which are we going ta use?”

Mac started to sweat… “Let’s figure that out later. Ya can keep the secret, right?”

Apple Bloom nodded. “Ta my grave. Family first… and often.”

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The wedding party tapered off and everypony went home. It was clear that they would have to figure out where everypony was going to sleep long term.

The farmhouse only had 4 bedrooms so either Tag was going to have to sleep in the same room as Mac and Guidance or she would need to sleep in the barn’s spare bedroom. That would change once Granny passed but it was depressing to think about. Tonight though, it would be all three of them in Mac’s room.

Tag-a-Long was getting impatient. “Get this dress off of me! They hurt. They hurt so bad.”

Mac was confused by Tag’s statements while Guidance helped the filly out of her dress. He was taking off his own suit and asked Tag a question without looking at her.

“Ah know that today was a long day and ah’m sure your hooves are sore. Do ya want me to rub yer hooves, darlin’?”

He heard a gentle plop onto the bed and turned to look at the filly, his jaw dropping in disbelief once he saw her. She was laying on her back with all four hooves eagle spread, and while being naked was a pony’s normal state of being, what drew his attention was her massively swollen teats. They seemed so big on her small body.

He turned to Guidance. “What’s wrong with her?”

Guidance winced. “Tag-a-Long is suffering from hyperlactation. She is producing milk far sooner than she should and at rates far faster than she should. The only treatment is a good milking. Perhaps you’d like to suckle her?”

Mac’s grin was instant but also hesitant. “Are ya sure it’s okay? We start normalizing stuff like this and we might not be able ta stop later.”

Guidance kissed her husband. “I made the arrangements with Mayor Mare. Daughter or not… you married her. She is your wife as much as I am, and she needs her husband’s attention as much as her father’s. Go for it…”

Mac lowered his lips to Tag’s teats and gently suckled, eliciting a moan from the filly. His tongue circled her nipples as he paid each teat some attention, slowly milking each one.

Tag’s voice was a strained whisper. “More… daddy.”

The simple statement turning her on, Guidance got on the bed beside them and laid on her back, rubbing her pussy with a hoof while having front row seats to the action. She didn’t want to miss a single moment.

Mac chuckled. “Well, that won’t do. Let me take care of ya.”

Moving her hoof out the way, Mac mounted Guidance with his massive horse cock, rocking slowly into her while continuing to suckle his daughter. Guidance’s moans joined Tag’s and it was a chorus of ecstasy.

Despite having had a filly, Guidance was as tight as a virgin from years of lack of sex and Mac found himself losing control, overcome with the lustful sounds and the beauty of both his wife and daughter, filling her up as he emptied Tag’s teats.

Guidance moaned as Mac’s seed filled her. “Do ya think we can have another foal this upcoming heat?”

Mac nodded. “We might have our hooves full helpin’ Tag with her foal but ah’m willing ta put another one in ya. The farm needs more ponies ta work it properly and we don’t hire outside help. ‘Round here, it’s family or nothing.”

Guidance pulled Mac in for another kiss.

“Lucky for you… you have two mares to breed.”

With playful lust, Mac nodded.

“Eeyup.”

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