I stared at Foxglove from across our new dining table. Wayne was covered in baby food while Foxglove was face first with a bowl of soup. I forked at my grilled chicken tentatively as Foxglove just stared down at hers. "So...how...how much longer?"

Foxglove slurped at her soup, making a sour face as she stopped. "A month...."

"But...you can eat food once it stops hurting right?"

Foxglove let out a long sigh. "Ben...my mouth hurts...can we not talk?"

I watched Wayne as he slammed his hooves down on his plate, fliping it and coating his grey coat in tan baby gruel. "So...I was thinking...we're...we're...like...you live with me...I live with you. I have Wayne, you've got boobs--"

"We're together...yes...you're not getting rid of me."

I rubbed my chin. "Uh...so...are we like...married?"

Foxglove shook her head. "No, and I'm not getting married...." She rubbed her cheek with her hoof. "We're getting joined.... This-" she reached out and bumped Wayne's highchair with her hoof. "-is my baby, that-" she tapped the table, "-that thing between your legs, is my toy. Got it?"

I pursed my lower lip and nodded casually. "Fair enough...but I get sex whenever I want...."

"Not in front of Wayne and I get to bite you...."

"I can live with that." I forked a piece of chicken and held it for Wayne. Foxglove rolled her eyes and went back to her soup. "He's a big boy...mostly."

"More mature than you." Foxglove snipped, blowing on her soup. "Dear Luna, I don't want to eat this."

I made sure Wayne wasn't going to choke and stood. I picked up her soup and carried it into my kitchen. A quick bout in the microwave later and I stuffed a half a loaf of bread into the broth. I carried the bowl back to her, taking some of my chicken and adding it to her soup in shreds.

"Let the bread absorb it, then eat it with the chicken."

Foxglove glared at me, waiting a while before taking the half soaked loaf in her hoof and chomping down on the broth saturated bread. Her stare narrowed as she slowed her chew, dunking the bread back in the bowl and taking another bite.

I smirked triumphantly and watched her eat. "Say it."

"You suck." Foxglove snapped, continuing her glare. "You suck titty."

"Yes, your tit. Now say it!" I slammed the table, making the silverware jump. Wayne snapped to in his seat. "Say it!"

Foxglove turned her nose up at me. "Wayne, baby, you wanna go nappy?"

"Noooo!" Wayne tried to fly out of his chair, the straps keeping him bound tight. He started crying as he couldn't pull himself free. He started snuffing and huffing as he stared at me. "Daddy, no nappy!"

"No Wayne, no nappy." I reassured my adopted son, rustling his mane and giving him a chance to bite me. "Eeeh no bite." I flicked his nose, making him release my hand. "Bite if nappy, okay?"

Wayne started getting pissy. "Wan--"

"Eeeh!"

"Wa--"

"Wayne...say you're sorry...." Wayne started huffing and pouting. "Wayne."

He let out a final huff. "Bad...."

"Close enough!" I grumbled with a laugh. I turned to Foxglove with a pleased smile, she had already devoured the entire half loaf and was patting her lips down. "Oi!"

Foxglove shined her fang at me.

"Oh got!" I brought my arm up and blocked my eyes. "Too shiny, going- blind!"

"Wow! You know, I was gonna say we should have sex after this, but- I mean wow!" Foxglove jumped off her chair, flying over to Wayne and pulling him out of his seat. "Come on...let's go nappy."

"Nooooo! Daddy, no nappy, no nappy!" Wayne cried and moaned as he was taken away. It hurt my heart to hear him cry but I couldn't let him turn into a crybaby, and coddling him would do him no favors.

"Wayne, nappy bites." I yelled, hearing a sharp yelp from the other room.

"You're a monkey's ass, Ben!"

"Love you!" I yelled back with a laugh. I decided to try and do something nice for her and found a coat. I walked out of my apartment and into the warm spring night.

I had heard about a bar that was night friendly and I figured I'd pop in and grab some booze for my sore mate.

I took my time, strolling through the rather lively streets in the dead of the night. It was both heartwarming to see so many smiling faces, but a bit creepy that I was now some sort of human hybrid. "Freaks!" A man yelled, sloppily throwing himself down the street. "Ssaal a bunch of freaksh!"

I watched as the obviously hammered man stumbled past. He glared at me as he and his equally cocked friend walked past. "Fuckin' blue eyed penis...." The man grumbled at me, falling against me and falling to the floor. "Asshole...in my...wa- ...." He let out a long snore, prompting his friend to jab him in the ribs. "Get up...bats...gotta go...."

I let out a short laugh as the men struggle to get up. I took a break from my walk and joined a group of bat ponies, gawking at the drunk duo. They were having a terrible time, falling over and wallowing in the gutter. One stallion was busting up, forced to the ground as he tried to keep from pissing himself.

His laughter made everyone in the area bust up as the drunk acrobats stumbled about. "I can't- I really c-ah-hahahaha-- Jesus Christ...." A bat pony was struggling to stay upright, his eyes watering from the sloshed humans amazing display. It felt strange hearing a pony say Jesus, but I supposed just at there were humans embracing pony culture, ponies would start to embrace human cultures.

It didn't matter to me either way. I was about to partake in one of the most universal pastimes, getting my mate hammered and watching her play with my baby. I'd managed to get her drunk with Wayne before, and I was eager to see it again.

The rest of my walk was rather calm, Bat ponies and a few unicorns strolling around, burning the late night oil and going about their business. Even after I found the bar, the suspected den of drunks, everything was rather calm.

I had a strange feeling as soon as I walked into the rather plain bar. It felt calm, like a cafe, except with people getting drunk instead of coffee buzzed. It was a good feeling, a warm atmosphere that made me feel at home. Something struck me as I walked towards the counter, this would be terrifying if I didn't know these people.

I understood in a flash why some people found the bats frightening. They were everywhere in this bar, their eyes seemed to glow as they chatted and waved to me. If my eyes weren't so well tailored to the night I would have been absolutely petrified. Night was their time, and the time most others were weakest, it was a natural fear.

I stopped my over thinking and walked up to the bar. To my surprise a normal earth pony trotted over. "Hey, what do you need?"

I stared down at her, a little confused. "Uh...I was gonna...gonna grab a bottle and head home."

She nodded and touched her chin with her hoof. "Yeah, every pony's been doing that since the liqour store closed for renovations...so what do you want handsome?"

"Ginger...stop flirting and pour the fucking drink!" A man in a dress vest and a white collared shirt, sleeves rolled up high, walked over. "Ignore her...she is useless."

"Vlad, the fu--"

"Quiet you." The obvious Russian shut down his help. "Now, what can I help you with?"

I pointed at him. "You're not...but--"

"No...I am not like you." He found a rag and started cleaning glasses as we talked. "They offer to change me, I say no. Now, did you need something?"

I rubbed the back of my head. "Uh...I think my girlfriend knows you..., Foxglove, ring a bell?"

The Russian nodded deeply. "The one with the tits, you are dating her?"

"Well- I mean--"

"Good for you." He stated with a certain airiness to his voice. "She comes, complains to me no one loves her. Bah, good she has someone to keep her quiet."

"Yeah...oh, I'm Ben by the way."

The Russian stuck his hand over the bar. "Vladamir, good to see another friend of my patro--" A loud crash cut him off. "You, enough, get out!" He pulled his hand free of my own and pointed to the door. "Dry out, come back tomorrow!"

A severely beved up mare started mouthing off incoherently, pausing at the door. "You...you love me...you know you love me...it's okay...I love...I love...everyone...." She slumped against the door, riding it down with her cheek before collapsing.

Vlad just shook his head. "They need to learn their limit."

I nodded and put my hands on the bar. "Anyways, can I get a bottle of cherry vodka?"

Vlad popped an eyebrow. "For your friend...yes?"

I started laughing nervously. "Um, yes...."

Vlad nodded, sneering as he found a bottle and put it on the table. "Twenty five bits."

"Dear Luna, that's...bozzak." I pulled a pair of ten bit coins out and tossed them to him. He caught them like a cocky prick and slid me the bottle.

"Good business. Enjoy."

I grabbed the bottle and started leaving the bar. I spotted Buttercup drinking with her friends, I hurried out before she could spot me, but I made a mental note to come back here.

I walked back home, hurrying a little to get home and get my mate hammered.

I threw the door open. "Foxglove, booze!"

I walked around the two story looking for her. Eventually after a loud groan she replied. "Ben, is it good?"

I smiled and hurried towards my bedroom. "Cherry Vodka!"

Foxglove met me at the door. "You know...Wayne's in here."

I forced the bottle against her chest. "Well we can trade, I'll watch Wayne. And plus, this will numb your mouth!"

Foxglove frowned hard at the bottle. She pulled the cap off and started drinking straight from the source. I pushed past her and found Wayne flying around the room. I plucked him from the air and tucked him under my arm. I put the ridge of my hand into his mouth, letting him bite and chew as Foxglove continued to pound the bottle of crappy flavored drink.

I sat on the floor as Foxglove continually drank, not taking a breath, just draining the entire thing in one single bout of impressive drinking. She finished up with a final heavy gulp. She let the bottle drop as she hung her bright red face low.

"Jesus...you know you weren't supposed to drink that all at once...."

Foxglove let out a sharp hiccup and looked up at me, tongue hanging out as cheap vodka dripped from her lips. "Ben...I'm horny...love me."

I smiled wide and held my child out for the needy mare. "Wayne says he loves you."

Foxglove let out a soft squeal. "Oh- my- gosh, baby!" She slumped forward and started crawling towards me. I held Wayne in place until Foxglove grabbed his back legs and pulled him against her chest.

She flipped Wayne onto his back and started blowing huffs of vodka scented breath against his belly. Wayne was both ecstatic and terrified. Foxglove was kissing and prodding his belly, making him laugh towards the point of tears. "Nooo, daddy make stop, noooo!"

I watched in awe as Foxglove snuggled and kissed the growing foal. "Love me, I love you, love me!" Foxglove was pressing her entire muzzle into Wayne's coat. He was miserable as Foxglove laid atop him and cradled his face. He was staring at me, pleading with his eyes as Foxglove kissed his chin. "I love you little baby, I love you!"

I was almost crying as Wayne let out a long whine, he was crying slightly, babbling angrily as Foxglove held him like a stuffed animal.

I decided he'd had enough and pulled him free. "Ben- you prick, I want--" I set Wayne on the bed and put Foxglove over my shoulder. I took her onto the bed and laid her before me. She grabbed my head and forced her alcohol laden tongue into my mouth. I forced her back, fearing of getting drunk off her saliva.

She continued to flail her tongue even while I was a foot away from her mouth. her tail was over her back as she leaked onto my sheets. I scooped her up and ran her leaking sex into Wayne's room. I tossed her drunken ass onto a table and found a diaper, and taped it around her to keep her from leaking everywhere.

I jammed a pacifier in her mouth, stopping her strange movements and making her eyes go heavy. She sucked hard at the pacifier as she jammed her hoof towards her crotch.

I was in awe as the diaper clad mare tried to masturbate and suck her way to whatever drunk bliss she was going for. I set her on the floor and walked away.

I found Wayne pouting on my bed as I rejoined him. "Well...that was...Wayne...stop pouting...stop it."

Wayne made an extremely angry face and stared at me, he knew what I had done. "Bad daddy, bad!"

"You're too smart for your own good! Now come on, let's get something sweet." Wayne just sat there angrily. "What, you don't want sweets?"

Wayne flapped his wings slow floating down from the bed and onto the floor. He ran past me and towards my kichen. "That's what I thought...sent that foal for sugar...foals love sugar." I laughed at my own joke for a moment. "Heh... dumb."