Filly Guides Badge Hunting

by Caladis

Rating: mature
Tags: Narcotics, Drama, Original Character, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Cutie Mark Crusaders, Other, Sex, Big Macintosh, Slice of Life
Length: 11321

Tag-a-Long pulls out all the stops to earn her last few Filly Guides Scout Badges

Written for That One Strange Fellow for the 2024 Summer Sin Celebration

Proofread by Deparnieux

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Tag-a-Long is the Senior Filly Guide Scout for Ponyville. Being the daughter of the local chapter's Scoutmaster has set her up with some high expectations. Over the years, she has earned all but the last two Filly Guide Badges and this Summer presents the opportunity to earn at least one of her missing badges.

When faced with overwhelming odds of failure, what lengths will she go through for success?

Story contains: Foalcon, Impregnation, Latation, Incest, Herding

Original Prompt: Tag-A-Long. And impregnation as the fetish. Foalcon optional.

Tag-a-Long is the Main Character of the Story but there is no Character Tag for Tag-a-Long.

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Featured 7-7-24

Published 2024-07-07 11:50:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-07-07 11:50:00 UTC

Epilogue - Family Naming Conventions

6 Months Later

“Push darling. Almost there!”

Big Mac was holding his daughter’s hoof while being as supportive as he could. A large part of him regretted not being there for Guidance all those years ago now knowing that she had to do this alone.

Tag’s scream rocked the room. “I can’t! It hurts so bad.”

Guidance held her other forehoof. “No choice, Tag. Push… push now!”

With a grunt of effort, the doctor called out. “I can see the head. One more good push. One… two… PUSH!!!”

Holding onto both her parents’ hooves, Tag leaned forward and yelled what could only be a battle cry as her exhausted, spent body was struggling to push out a foal that was one-fifth her own size. She was too small to give birth, but she was in this predicament.

Statistically speaking, a mare had a 5% chance of dying during natural labor and the foal had a 4% to 44% chance of dying through normal labor, which was why it was so important to go to the hospital and not have the foal at home. By the same token, a caesarean section would normally be recommended for a filly as young as Tag, but mares had a 14% chance of dying and the mortality rate of foals rose to 53%, which was unacceptably high.

With that last push, the foal dropped into the doctor’s waiting hooves and with a little bit of light cleaning, the foal was slapped on the rear and started to scream.

It was music to Tag’s ears.

The doctor brought the foal over. “Congratulations, Tag-a-Long, it’s a colt.”

Looking at her colt, nestled on her stomach and already suckling, she cried.

“He’s so perfect…”

With a red coat exactly like Big Mac’s and an orange mane like her own, the colt was a perfect blend of both Mac’s and Tag’s colors.

Guidance cooed at the foal but asked her daughter a question. “What are you going to name him?”

Tag-a-Long considered it a moment while the foal suckled. “We are Apples now… I think a name paying homage to the Apple Family would be appropriate.”

Guidance nodded but also frowned. “Sure… but there aren’t a lot of Apple-based named left that aren’t being used. So, what do you name him?”

At that moment, the colt let out a loud belch. It was comically loud.

With a giggle, Tag kissed her son.

“Hard Cider.”

Mac grinned and Guidance frowned. “Hard Cider? Why not Apple Cider?”

Mac shook his head. “We already have a mare in the family named Apple Cider. And that belch would rival any heavy drinkers from any Cider House. I bet he’ll grow up ta make the best Hard Cider the Apple family has produced in generations.”

Guidance allowed herself a small smile. “Something to look forward to, then. He is a colt… I guess that means he’ll never be in the Filly Guides.”

Tag-a-Long smiled. “Actually… I was thinking that I want to create a ‘Colt Guides’ so we can teach colts how to be stallions similar to how the Filly Guides teaches fillies how to be mares. Big Mac would be a nice father figure to a lot of colts that don’t have fathers. The badges can be similar to the Filly Guides scout badges, but with male skillsets. We can use the existing Filly Guidebook to create a Colt Guidebook with daddy’s input. What do you think?”

Guidance kissed her daughter on the forehead. “I think that idea has earned you your Grandmother’s ‘Uncommon Wisdom’ badge. I believe that is the last one you needed to have them all… What a wonderful way to retire from the Filly Guides.”

Tag-a-Long nodded. “Well, I’m a married mare now… I can’t very well stay in the Filly Guides even if I wanted too… and you’re too young to retire as the Ponyville Scoutmaster and I don’t want to move to a different town to be the Scoutmaster anywhere else. At least creating the Colt Guides with Daddy’s help will allow me to continue to do something meaningful and still spend time with my son and stay on the farm. The farm chores will still get done.”

Mac kissed her on the forehead. “Of course, ah’ll help ya start up the new social group. Ah might be socially awkward but ah know how ta work and ah can teach that work ethic.”

Tag grinned. “I guess it’s settled then. We can convert our old house in town into a full-time Guide Lodge. Filly Guides and Colt Guides can meet on opposite weekends so both groups can use the lodge without getting into anypony else’s way. And we can hold a co-ed group activity once a year to foster colts and fillies working together.”

Guidance nodded enthusiastically at the idea. “And what activity would they work on together?”

Tag gave her mother a lustful grin.

“Animal Husbandry.”

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Chapter 1 - Sweet Summer Innocence

Tag-a-Long was getting the Filly Guide Lodge for the Ponyville Chapter in order.

Well actually… it was her living room… but, as the Senior Filly Scout within the Filly Guides of Ponyville, it was her responsibility to make sure that everything was ready for the meeting.

And what an important meeting it was going to be…

This meeting was going to be discussing the Summer Filly Guide Badge for this year. All the fillies were excited to earn a new badge, herself included. Granted, the Ponyville Chapter only consisted of herself, Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo as the current members. The Filly Guides were a filly-only organization; no colts allowed. She was hoping that Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon would join after Diamond’s recent redemption but alas, the Filly Guides were too dirty and rough and tumble for the rich pony and her rich friend.

She enjoyed the nickname of ‘Skip’ as a long-time tradition of being the senior scout, but she liked for the other members to simply call her by name. That level of familiarity was going to be important with the level of trust required for this year’s badge hunting.

Her mother, Guidance Counselor, was the Ponyville Chapter’s ‘Scoutmaster’ as a former Filly Guide herself, and her grandmother, Uncommon Wisdom, had founded the Filly Guides decades ago to install life skills and other ‘uncommon wisdom’ that fillies and mares needed to know. It was an honor to serve in the organization that her family had founded.

The doorbell rang and she ran to the door, excited to let her guests in.

“Welcome to the Filly Guide Lodge of Ponyville. Please come inside and sit down. The Scoutmaster will start the meeting soon.”

The three other fillies were happy to be seated and accepted Filly Scout cookies and milk as a snack while they waited. Sweetie Belle was all too happy to ask questions before the official meeting started.

“So… any idea what the summer badge is going to be?”

Tag-a-Long shook her head. “My mom said that it’s going to be something that is easiest to earn during the summer months but didn’t give me any hints as to what that could be. I guess I wasn’t supposed to get a head start on earning it, if it's even one of the last two I need to earn. Gotta keep it fair.”

The girls chatted amongst themselves, speculating about what the badge might be when Guidance Counselor entered the room. She simply spoke over the chatting fillies, bringing all of their attention onto her.

“All right, Filly Scouts. The final badge decision has been made and I am pleased to get the meeting officially started.”

The fillies all quieted down and waited for the scoutmaster to continue. Guidance cleared her throat in a way that told Tag-a-long that she wasn’t going to like the conditions about to be imposed upon her. Or that her mother didn’t like doing this particular badge event for one reason or another.

“It has been decided by the Rural Area Scoutmasters that this year’s Summer Filly Guide Badge is going to be… ‘animal husbandry.’ Any questions before I explain what you are going to need to do?”

Tag-a-Long gasped. It was one of the two remaining badges that she needed to earn and she had been waiting a long time for this event to come up.

Scootaloo raised a hoof. “Yeah… what exactly is animal husbandry?”

Guidance smiled and pointed at Apple Bloom. “I bet she knows. Apple Bloom? Can you answer Scootaloo’s question?”

Apple Bloom beamed at the chance to show off some uncommon wisdom, as the filly scout catchphrase mirrored the founder’s name.

“Sure can… animal husbandry is the act of intentionally breeding two animals ta produce babies. Fer example, a pig typically takes about 4 months ta give birth after it gets pregnant. A dog, like my Winona, only takes about 2 months ta have puppies. The time it takes ta give birth after getting pregnant ranges a lot dependin’ on the animal. It takes ponies a whoopin’ 11 months to give birth which is why most ponies are born in the late spring or very early summer after the previous summer heat.”

Guidance beamed at the young filly scout. “That is correct! I think you’ve earned the coveted ‘Uncommon Wisdom’ badge for this year with that answer.”

The other fillies beamed at their friend as the scoutmaster pinned the new badge onto Apple Bloom’s guide sash. Tag-a-Long looked at the badge with longing, as it was the other badge that she was missing. Apple Bloom blushed at the praise but didn’t say anything else.

Guidance continued. “So… that is the assignment. You need to breed a dog, cat, pig, goat or whatever you can do so safely to demonstrate a working knowledge of animal husbandry. You will have 5 months to produce provable results. Ideally, the birth of what you breed would be preferred but I’ll accept any form of proof. I would like to give it a longer time frame but any longer than that and it would interfere with the autumn badge hunting later this year. With that… this meeting is officially closed.”

Tag-a-Long beamed. “I got all the meeting notes recorded and I’ll file it with the rest of them. I’ll see the other scouts out.”

She escorted the other scouts to the door and gave them all last second instructions. “If any of you need any help at all please let me know. Since we have a hard time limit for this one, time will be of the essence.”

Scootaloo seemed the most down. “I’m not sure my Aunt Lofty or Aunt Holiday will even let me have a pet, let alone try to breed one. This badge is going to be impossible for me.”

Sweetie Belle shared the sentiment. “Rarity will kill me if I find a tomcat to breed with Opal. It would be different if Opal was mine or if I had a pet of my own, but this will be hard.”

Apple Bloom nodded. “Living on a farm has its perks. I’ll be able ta earn this badge without even tryin’.”

The comment earned a glare from the other members of the CMC and Apple Bloom backpedaled from the perceived gloating and offered some advice.

“Sweetie Belle… yah should demand that Rarity get ya a cat ta help ‘teach ya more responsibility’ and then insist on going ta an animal rescue or shelter to adopt an adult cat since that would be more responsible than buying a kitten, and just insist that it’s an unneutered male. Nature will take its course. Scootaloo… umm, I bet Rainbow Dash would help ya find a female tortoise ta breed with Tank if ya explained it ta her. She’s helped us out a lot in the past. I bet all three of us can earn the badge if we work together, like always.”

Tag-a-long closed the door as the CMC walked away to continue to discuss their schemes. Walking back into the living room, she came face to face with her mother.

She took a deep breath and asked a prepared question. “Mom… I was under the impression that the animal husbandry badge was one of the ones you hate the most. Also… I don’t own a pet at all either, so I don’t see how I’m supposed to earn this one without you changing your mind about me having a pet of some kind.”

Guidance sighed. “I haven’t changed my mind. I do hate the animal husbandry badge, but Ponyville is listed as a ‘rural farming community’ so knowing how to farm, breed livestock, and otherwise grow and preserve food are required badges in the Filly Guide. Larger cities offer different badges to fit the environment and to teach fillies and mares the ‘uncommon wisdom’ of how to survive and thrive where they are living. I didn’t like being forced to earn that badge growing up and I haven’t had a pet or a real coltfriend since. While I feel that you are more than capable of taking care of a pet, I just don’t want any in the house.”

She looked at her mother with a frown. “If I aren’t allowed to have a pet… how am I supposed to earn the badge?”

Guidance shrugged. “I guess this is one that you just won’t earn.”

She froze in place. “I’m the senior filly scout of the Ponyville troop. I have to set an example for the chapter. The CMC have a solid plan… I can’t be the only scout that not only didn’t earn this badge but didn’t even try to earn it! And we both know that you will never offer it again! Not until there is a new batch of younger members that need it and by that time, I might be too old to try for it!”

Her mother glared over at her. “I told you to never raise your voice to me. I’ve made my decision and it’s final. If you can breed something without having a pet in the house… then go for it. You’re the senior filly scout, after all, go do some problem solving.”

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The next couple of days brought about some major brainstorming. Going over the Filly Guide rules, she discovered that she could take credit for part of the breeding and earn the badge by helping Sweetie Belle locate a tomcat or by helping Scootaloo locate a female tortoise, and thereby, help initiate the breeding of the pair.

It was a loophole of sorts, but it was her best chance.

She was therefore devastated to discover that Sweetie Belle managed to get a tomcat very easily and Scootaloo had a female tortoise so fast with Rainbow’s help that it was mind boggling.

Her last shot was at Sweet Apple Acres.

“Come on Apple Bloom! Surely there is something here I can help breed for the badge?”

Apple Bloom shook her head. “Sorry, Tag. Ah don’t like loopholes and the rules state that it has ta be your pet. Now. Ya could rent a pen from ma brother and keep a couple of animals here ta breed for the badge but it’s not free. Ma family is runnin’ a business here, ya know.”

She perked up. “I wasn’t asking for charity. I’m sure we can work something out.”

Apple Bloom pointed towards the barn. “Ma brother should be in there. I’m sure he can help ya.”

She went to the barn and walked in. Big Mac was sorting apples into different baskets. From the looks of it, some of them were earmarked to be sold as is, a few others turned into baked goods, and the rest would be used for cider. She couldn’t tell the difference between the different types of apples, but Big Mac clearly could.

“Sir? May I have some of your time?”

Big Mac turned to her. “You’re that Tag-a-Long filly, right? Ma sister speaks highly of ya. How can ah help ya?”

She tried to give her best smile, but she was nervous. “Apple Bloom told me that I could rent a pen to try to earn my Animal Husbandry badge. She also said that you handle that part of the business. Can we… umm… make a deal?”

He nodded. “Sure can. The farrowing pens we have fer rent are meant for pigs or goats. Takes about 5 months for a goat to give birth and about 4 months or less for a pig. Keep in mind that livestock like this is normally sold for a premium price to creatures that eat meat. Female goats are sometimes kept for goat milk as an alternative to cow’s milk. Lucky fer ya, renting a pen is much cheaper than buying an’ buildin’ yer own. Feeding the livestock would normally cost extra but our pigs an’ goats eat the damaged or rotten apples that we can’t sell or use in the pies or cider, and we have end up with more than enough extra waste apples that ah won’t charge ya extra to feed them. So… how about an even 100 bits?”

She gulped. Tag-a-Long only earned 5 bits a week as an allowance so it would take every bit she would make for the next 5 months to rent the pen.

“I can pay it… but it’ll take 5 months for me to get all the bits to you. I don’t suppose that I could use the pen to earn my badge and then let you sell the piglets yourself to cover the expenses? You’d probably make more profit like that.”

He eyed the filly with suspicion. “Ah could do that… but it doesn’t seem ethical ta profit off yer hard work. Ta earn the badge, you’d have ta come by the farm nearly every day and help feed yer livestock ta be actively participating in the husbandry process. It’s gonna be time consumin’.”

She started to tear up. “I don’t care how much work it’s going to be and I don’t care about making a profit! I just want the chance to earn the badge. I’ll do anything for the chance!”

He looked her up and down with increased interest. “Anything, huh?”

She looked up into his eyes. “…Yes, anything!”

He sundered up to her and looked down at the filly who was half his age. She backed up a step, unsure as to where this was going. With a grin that was less endearing and more lustful, he leaned down and whispered into her ear.

“How about ya lift yer tail for me? Let’s have some fun and ah’ll have no problem lettin’ ya use the farrowing pen fer free.”

She froze in place before looking up into his eyes. “You mean… sex? Aren’t I too young?”

He shook his head. “Yer about the right age to start getting curious about the in’s an out’s of it. Ah normally take payment in full before ah rent out a farrowing pen. There’s no guarantee that the piglets will survive long enough ta sell at market. At least this is a payment of sorts and ah would be happy to work the compromise with ya.”

She backed away from the older stallion. “Umm. I’m willing to consider it as a last resort. Give me a couple of weeks to figure out if I can come up with the 100 bits before I decide to take this free route. Okay?”

Big Mac stood back up to his full height and smiled again. “Take all the time ya need, but remember, it is breeding season. These here farrowing pens will fill up fast if ya don’t reserve one in advance. Ah’d hate fer ya to miss this one in lifetime chance to earn this badge.”

As she left the barn and headed back into town, she had to wonder if she had any other options. Every other member of the Filly Guides didn’t need help or couldn’t help her. Apple Bloom was willing to let her use the farm if she paid the fee. Big Mac’s offer for a free pen was almost too good to pass up but it carried an expensive non-monetary price.

What should I do?

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Chapter 2 - Sweet Summer Sin

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.”

* * *

Chapter 3 - Revelations

Tag-a-long stuck to the plan flawlessly. She continued to work at Sugarcube Corner during the day and got plowed at Sweet Apple Acres at night. As Mac continued to slowly stretch her out, they were able to get more adventurous with their positions and eventually, he was able to get her off without hurting her. It felt better than she thought it would but not good enough to continue having sex once she knew for sure she was pregnant. Just because she was about to be a single mom didn’t make her a harlot.

She decided to save her bits for the purchases she would need to take care of her foal. She refused to place the burden onto her mother and despite Big Mac’s promises, she was wary about him not marrying her or paying foal support as promised.

Mac was a good, hard working and honest stallion, but his family was ‘land-rich and ‘money-poor.’ She supposed that free apples, baked goods and cider at the monthly value of what the foal support was worth would be just as good as getting bits. Maybe better… since it would take a huge financial burden off the household without making it too easy to waste bits.

As Tag-a-Long started to show, she made a point to get cheap dresses from Rarity to hide her foal-bump, and it worked. Only Apple Bloom and Rarity seemed to know that she was pregnant, and they were keeping the secret just fine and didn’t tease her about it. She couldn’t be sure that Sweetie Belle wouldn’t hear about it eventually, given that her fashionista older sister could be bad about gossip and rumors.

In a town as small as Ponyville, nothing stayed a secret forever.

* * *

4 Months Later

4 months passed by in the blink of an eye, Tag-a-Long having returned to school and continued to work at Sugarcube Corner part-time. Buying a pregnancy test from Barnyard Bargains was hard… given that the ponies were looking at her with a sense of thinly veiled disdain.

Filty Rich stopped her at the exit to the store. “If you need anything, anything at all special ordered… I’ll get it for you at cost.”

That took her aback as she blinked at him. “That’s very kind of you, Mr. Rich. Thank you.”

He nodded at her with sympathy. “It’s not easy being a single mom at your age. Not every pony will support you on your decision but as the General Store owner I feel obligated to help you as a pillar of the community.”

Tag-a-Long stiffened. Curtly, she asked. “How many ponies know?”

He winced. “I couldn’t tell you a number. Diamond Tiara overheard Apple Bloom talking about it. I don’t believe she told anypony else, but she demanded that we help you as much as we could justify. I think she’s still trying to prove that she’s changed. Not easy to erase the image of being a bully.”

She nodded. “I appreciate your help. My mom doesn’t know yet… I’m going to tell her tonight.”

She ran home as quickly as she could while 4 months pregnant and wondered how bad this would be by the 11-month mark. Taking the pregnancy test was easy enough… just pee on the stick and wait 5 minutes for the two pink lines to appear. Easy enough to manage with having to pee every hour on the hour…

* * *

The Filly Guide meeting to show the results was going to be that night so she put on her uniform and winced at how obviously pregnant she was in the unaltered uniform.

The other scouts showed up on time and gawked at her, not bothering to hide their shock. Apple Bloom knew what to expect and was still shocked by how pregnant she looked in her uniform. Oddly enough, sitting down in the chair lessened the appearance of her foal bump, further hidden by all the note taking supplies to record the minutes of the meeting.

Guidance Counselor came out of the kitchen with snacks and called the meeting to order.

“All right, Filly Scouts. Show me the proof of successful breeding.”

Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo all showed recently taken time stamped color pictures of Sweetie’s kittens, Apple Bloom’s piglets and Scootaloo’s tortoise eggs as well as a detailed log of what they did and how long they spend taking care of the pairing.

Guidance looked at her own daughter smugly. “And your proof?”

Tag-a-Long pushed away the rolling table holding the meeting notes and trotted over to her mother, holding the pregnancy test in her mouth… not that she needed it with her belly swaying back and forth like a wrecking ball about to destroy the living room.

With an equally smug grin, she replied. “Ta-Da! I bred myself.”

Guidance sputtered. “Wha… WHAT! How could you do this!”

She cringed; not sure she should be fighting with her mother in front of the other filly scouts.

“You told me that I could breed anything that I could do so safely so long as I didn’t bring a pet inside the house and that I had proof. You also told me to problem solve. What else did you expect?”

Enraged, her mother responded. “I expected you to volunteer at Fluttershy’s cabin and assist in feeding the animals… and then pick a mating pair to take care of and earn the badge while helping Fluttershy!”

The entire house went silent. Tag-a-Long whispered. “Why didn’t you tell me that?”

Embarrassed and ashamed, her mother whispered. “By the rules, I wasn’t supposed to give you ideas to make it easier because that wouldn’t have been fair to the other scouts. But come on… Fluttershy has more animals by herself than nearly the whole town combined. You couldn’t figure out that helping her was the easiest way to earn the badge?”

Tag’s ears folded back as she returned quietly to her seat to update the meeting notes. Once everything was caught up, the badges were handed out to all 4 fillies and the other 3 left very quickly afterwards. No pizza party that night…

* * *

A few hours later, Guidance was sitting in her favorite chair, drinking her favorite tea and trying to wrap her head around just how badly she had failed her daughter by failing to install uncommon wisdom and thinking outside of the box.

She heard the sounds of a fresh cup of tea being left on her chair-side table and she sighed.

“Tag-a-Long… we need to talk.”

Her daughter quietly moved to the couch and waited for her mother to start.

“I didn’t handle this very well and I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to shame you, but I also didn’t want you to repeat my mistakes.”

Tilting her head, Tag responded. “What mistakes? You’re a good mom compared to half the mares in town.”

Guidance sighed again and took a sip of tea. “How old am I, Tag?”

Tag-a-Long looked up at the ceiling… lost in thought. “About 26, I think. Why?”

Guidance nodded. “And how old are you?”

Tag’s confusion was obvious. “12… Oh… OH!!! You got pregnant when you were 13 and had me when you were 14…”

Guidance sighed. “You are the joy of my life, Taggy, but I had you way too young. I wanted to give you more than I’ve managed and now you’re following in my hoofsteps. I’m just so angry that I wasn’t more supportive and that I kept secrets far longer than I should have. I guess I thought it was obvious that I had you young, but fillies and colts don’t think about how old their parents are. Your father was a colt about my age when I got pregnant so naturally, we didn’t get married, and I never got any foal support from him. Blessed Celestia, I don’t think I ever even told him that he was the father. I should probably tell him eventually.”

Tag hopped off the couch and gave her mother a hug. “It’ll be okay… the stallion who got me pregnant promised to marry me when I turn 18 or give me foal support if he can’t marry me. Plus, I’ve been working at Sugarcube Corner all summer full-time and then part-time since school started up again. We will have everything we need for the foal. I promise that I won’t be a burden.”

Guidance smiled at her daughter. “I guess I didn’t fail you completely. Who’s the father?”

She lowered her head. “I said I’d keep it a secret. Like I said, he’s a stallion. He doesn’t want to get in trouble, and I don’t want him in trouble either. Once he marries me, it won’t matter as much… just got to wait 6 years.”

Guidance nodded. “I understand and I support it, but I do need to know who it is. Apparently, I’m too good at keeping secrets so you can trust me to keep yours.”

With a shrug, she conceded that it made sense. “The father of my foal is Big McIntosh Apple…”

Without saying a word, Guidance Counselor went pale as the blood drained from her face, and she left to go to the kitchen and returned to the living room shortly after with a bottle of hard cider. She downed the whole bottle without stopping to breathe.

Tag had never seen her mother drink like that. “Mom? Is there a problem?”

Guidance felt a single tear roll down her cheek.

“Sweetheart… Big Mac is your father.”

* * *

Chapter 4 - Decisions

The information shocked Tag-a-Long to her core.

“My own father got me pregnant…”

Guidance Counselor was now less panicked and more in a damage control mode. “It’ll be okay. I’m going to tell Big Mac that he is your father without telling him that you told me who the father of your foal is. He clearly can’t marry you now but maybe he’ll pay the foal support… for both you and your foal.”

She replied bitterly. “Best they can probably do is products from their farm. Better than nothing, I guess. I can’t believe he talked me into this!”

With a wince, Guidance asked a question. “Let me guess… he used the whole ‘ponies are animals too’ line to get you lift your tail?”

With a shocked gasp, she turned to her mother. “Yeah… he did.”

With a grim chuckle, Guidance sighed. “He used the same line on me 13 years ago. I earned my animal husbandry badge by having you the same you just earned it with the foal you’re about to have in 7 more months. We’ve come full circle… and with the same stallion.”

With a snort, and trying to find something humorous about the situation, Tag nudged her mother.

“At least he’s consistent. We can’t blame him or me for not knowing that he was my dad, but he did say that he’s lonely on the farm and he doesn’t want to be tempted to have sex with his sisters. He’s going to go off the deep end when he discovers that he got his own daughter pregnant. We did this on purpose… he knew he was getting me pregnant, but he didn’t know the family connection.”

Guidance nodded, deep in thought. “I don’t want him to hurt himself… got any ideas?”

Tag held her stomach. “I need to pee… maybe I’ll have an idea when I get back.”

Watching her daughter walk away, she called out. “How did I miss you getting morning sickness!”

Tag answered from the bathroom. “You leave for work so early that you were never home to see it! I’m glad it stopped before school started again… it would have been harder to hide.”

Another wince of painful failure racked Guidance’s body. She really did need to make this right. Grabbing another bottle of hard cider wasn’t smart while she needed to think but this problem was more than a one bottle issue. Downing the second bottle and throwing it away, she grabbed a third bottle and sipped on it in a normal fashion.

The flush of the toilet was followed by Tag reappearing, but she seemed upset. “Mom… can you help me…”

Guidance put down the bottle. “Of course, what do you need help with?”

With a wince of shame, she looked at the floor. “I’m too fat to wipe myself. Stupid pregnant belly…”

Guidance remembered that all too well and was happy to help. Cleaning up her daughter was a welcome change of pace in the flow of the conversation, but it also gave her a good look at Tag’s well-used pussy.

“How many times did you and Mac do it?”

Tag sighed with relief, happy to be clean. “7 times. Once a day for a week. We wanted to make sure that it took.”

Guidance hummed in thought. “He only did me once, but it was more than enough. I’ve never had a lover as good as Mac since he got me pregnant. He had a huge cock even as a colt and giving birth at your age will stretch you out to levels that sex will probably never be as satisfying. There’s a reason that ponies say, ‘Get it while you’re young.’ I kinda wish we did it more than once, but he was even shier back then than he is now.”

That statement seemed to jar something in her and Tag looked up at her mother.

“Why don’t we both go to Sweet Apple Acres tomorrow and explain the situation. I have an idea that might fix this for both of us.”

With no ideas coming to her, Guidance Counselor conceded that she probably had no choice but to go along with it. From the look in her daughter’s eyes, she knew that she wasn’t going to get the idea out of her before she presented, what would be no doubt a shocking plan, to both her and Mac.

“Tomorrow is going to be an interesting day…”

* * *

Big Mac enjoyed his work on the farm, but he missed the time he had shared with Tag-a-Long. Heat was long over, and he wasn’t at risk of losing control near his sisters, but he missed the connection he had forged with Tag.

He had made love to her mother 13 years ago when they were still just teenagers themselves and he hated that his shyness prevented a deeper bond from forming back then. Maybe Tag-a-Long was going to be a second chance for him to find happiness.

Deep down, he knew that Tag kept her distance because if they started spending more time together, their secret would get out. Tag didn’t really resemble her mother and yet she looked so familiar to him… but he couldn’t place why she looked so familiar.

Sunset was his favorite time of day… in part because it meant the day’s work was done and in part because that’s when Tag used to come to the farm for her daily dose of foal batter. Of course, with her knocked up, she didn’t need that anymore.

Looking down the path that comes up from the main road, Mac’s heart began to sink as he saw the familiar form of Tag-a-Long walking beside her mother. They were heading right for him.

He wanted to play coy but there was no point. “Evenin’ Guidance. Tag-a-Long. Can ah help ya with something? Maybe some hard cider?”

Guidance nodded. “Hard cider for me, regular apple juice for my darling pregnant filly. You might want some hard cider yourself… I have a feeling that you’re going to need it.”

Mac turned back to go into the barn, and they followed him in. He was able to retrieve cold cider from an ale cellar that kept everything naturally colder and hoofed off both some hard cider and apple juice to the waiting mare and filly. Grabbing himself a hard cider and taking a sip, he started.

“Ah get the feelin’ that this ain’t no friendly chat. I’m guessin that ya know who the father of Tag’s foal is, eh?”

Guidance sighed. “That’s half of what we have to talk about. Mac… do you remember when we had sex 13 years ago when I was doing my animal husbandry badge?”

He nodded. “Sure, ah do. It was one of the best moments of my early life. Ah regret being too shy ta have made ya my special somepony but ah also blame my parents’ fer it. They didn’t want me involved with a pregnant filly. Ah’m sorry fer not even askin about who the father was. Ah should have been brave enough ta ask ya out or marry ya, but even after ma folks passed, ah didn’t come back ta make us a couple. If regrets were apples… I’d never have ta plant another tree.”

Guidance winced. She had never questioned why things didn’t go further but that made sense, after a fashion.

“Well. That’s in the past. But it’s also coming back to haunt us. Mac… Tag-a-Long is your daughter. I got pregnant after our one rut all those years ago. I wish I told you…”

Mac dropped his cider into the hay, his jaw hung open in disbelief.

“Ah should have seen it sooner… Tag has my father’s yellow coat and my mother’s orange mane… and the natural strong work ethic of the Apple family. Oh, horse apples. Ah got my own daughter pregnant…”

Mac wasn’t immune to tears as his world was crashing down around him and he found himself surprised to be held by Guidance. Her comfort seemed very out of place given that she should have been furious.

He looked into her eyes, tears streaking down his face. “What am ah supposed ta do? How do ah fix this?”

Guidance pointed at her daughter. “I believe that Tag-a-Long has an idea. She hasn’t told me what that idea is… but I trust that you’d be willing to listen to an idea from your daughter?”

Mac looked at Tag and she cleared her throat. “Well dad… you told me that you’d marry me when I turned 18 or would pay me foal support if you couldn’t marry me… well, now that we know what we do now, we can both concede that you can’t marry me… but you can still do the right thing.”

Big Mac nodded and hedged the next question. “An’ what is this ‘right thing’?”

She pushed her mother closer to his side. “You should marry my mom. I’m your daughter already and you clearly liked her… maybe even loved her when you were foals… maybe it’s time for us to be a family.”

Guidance seemed as stunned as Mac was.

Guidance looked at him. “Do you think it would work? I mean… I don’t object but it’s been so long…”

Mac nodded. “Ah don’t see why not. Ya could quit that job ya hate and learn how ta work on the farm while still being the Scoutmaster for the Ponyville Filly Guides. Tag can learn the farm chores and work the farm after she gives birth and ah’d reckon that having two extra sets of hooves on the farm would make it more profitable. Ya’d both be taken care of an’ ah wouldn’t have to pay foal support for two foals… everypony wins.”

Guidance agreed in principle but hedged. “What about Tag’s pregnancy? Ponies are going to want to know who the father is eventually.”

Mac shrugged. “Ya kept the secret of me being Tag’s father from everypony for 13 years. Ah don’t see why we can’t do the same with Tag. Nopony needs ta know who the father is with me taking care of both my daughter and my grandfoal. Granny will probably be thrilled ta have a great-grandfoal and a great-great-grandfoal before she passes. Applejack and Apple Bloom will probably be happy ta be Aunts… although Bloom does know that ah got Tag pregnant. That could be a problem down the road.”

Guidance was less than concerned and blushed. “So, when do we do this?”

Mac kissed her gently on the lips. “Autumn is a good time fer a weddin’ and ah know just the spot. Give me a couple of weeks ta set this up and ah promise ya the wedding of yer dreams.”

Guidance kissed him back while Tag nuzzled him. “Good enough, Mac. I’ve waited 13 years. I can wait another few weeks.”

Mac sighed in contentment. “Eeyup.”

* * *

Chapter 5 - Tagged at the Wedding

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.”

* * *

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.”

* * *