Four days after drinking that poison and I still haven't recovered. The hyperactivity is gone, now all that's left is fatigue and exhaustion. But I still had to work, Foxglove was still making me sit around feeding the foals as she placed them into my lap. I had stolen a pacifier from the supply closet and was endlessly chewing it as my teeth continued to change.

My teeth had started to grow sharper and sharper as they came further out. I grabbed the pacifier and pulled it out of my mouth, I had nearly shredded it. "Son of a bitch...look at this." I held the pacifier for her as she traded foals with me. "This is ridiculous."

Foxglove grabbed the handle end and tossed it into the trash. "Yeah, we go through nipples and pacifiers like water. I mean, back before I hired you my nipples were--"

"Oh god...come on, I don't want to talk about your nipples." I started feeding a steely grey foal as Foxglove wandered off. She came back with another pacifier.

She trotted over and looked at me. "Shay aw." she mumbled with the pacifier in her mouth.

"I'm not-- ow, fuck!" I covered my mouth as I bit into my tongue.

Foxglove slowly leaned in over to me. "Ahhhhh...." she continued to hum as she pushed the pacifier against my lips. I finally opened my mouth, letting her force the pacifier into my mouth, along with a quick kiss. "Good boy." she patted my head as she wandered off. She had been sneaking in chances to kiss me, brush against me, or otherwise be overly friendly.

I just sat on the ground, chewing on the pacifier and feeding the current foal in my lap. I couldn't even enjoy the feel of their coat on my hands. The potion Foxglove had given me completely fucked up my circadian rhythm, given me my new teeth problem, and made my hair silky smooth. Granted the hair thing was negligible, but I was also developing a horrible hunger for steak.

I could live with the meat cravings and the amazing hair, but my nocturnal shift has been making me paler and paler. Even after only four days I had gone from Mediterranean to white as a ghost. And I was constantly biting my own tongue or lips, to such a degree that I had a lisp for the last thirty odd hours. But all Foxglove could do is laugh, or say how cute it was.

At least I had Wayne. Little green headed misfit and I spend the past few days together. Foxglove was even sneaking into my house as the sun came up. She had followed int the little one's hoofsteps and had started gnawing on my arm to go to sleep. I couldn't complain though. Watching the two bat ponies latch onto my arm like a fuzzy Christmas themed IV was worth the pain.

Foxglove brought my Wayne, last of the foals to be fed, and plopped her flank next to me. Her breasts jiggled softly as she plopped down. "So Ben...are we dating? Cause you let me bite you, and the foot thing...which we need to talk about after this. But first, are we dating, cause I really want to know. I mean...I know it's kinda fast, but I'm not saying we should fuck, I just want to know if you want to try at some point."

I stared blankly at her, sucking on the pacifier and looking at Wayne as he fought with the bottle. I darted my eyes up and shrugged. "Oh don't give me that Ben!" Foxglove gripped the other end of my pacifier and tried to yank it away. "Let-go!" she pulled back as I bit down harder on the false nipple in my mouth.

We went through a quick battle of tug the tit and eventually she gave up. "Fine! But I need to talk about the foot thing...." Again I just stared at her. "Will you stop that shit!" she threw her dark red hair back and took a deep breath. "I...I...I basically humped your foot- well technically you rubbed me with your foot, but I let you- so back to my point! It felt...it felt good, like really good. So even if we're not dating, I think we should do that again, or something else, something involving rubbing."

I shredded the rubber nipple in my mouth, spitting out the shreds and looking at Wayne as he fought my hand with his front hooves and bit at me. He continued to make loud angry coos and yaps as I stared at him. "She serious?" Wayne let out a long grumble as he grabbed my hand and bit me, his little green eyes practically glowing as he bite my hand like prey.

"Ben...don't joke about this." Foxglove covered her face with her tail. Her face only slightly lighter than her burgundy tail. "The last time someone touched me like that I was...well, a lot younger than now!"

"Pfff. Young, you're like twenty."

"Twenty six is old!"

"Twenty six is not old!" I snapped. "You're younger than me so shut up!" I batted her over the head softly. "Just go find a stallion or something, I'm sure a hoof would feel about the same."

Foxglove fixed her teased mane. "Don't do that. And trust me...your thingys move to much, what are they called...the little thingys. You know what I'm talking about, you're foot fingers."

I started chuckling as I stood up. "Foot fingers. You mean toes." I went to go put Wayne in a crib. "Foot fingers...just what?"

"I don't know what they're called! Anyways...they dug in and wiggled and...it had been a while. So...can we? I'll do something for you this time, I promise!" Foxglove stood on her hind legs, making her nearly my height. She nuzzled my neck with the top of her head as she hummed. "When you bit me, and your teeth dug in, I got so wet, so ready, ready to be taken, taken like a mare in heat, ready to be rode so hard." she leaned against me and got to her hoof tips. "So hard."

I felt my face burn as my pants constricted. "Go hire a prostitute...I will not be abused by my boss." I ran my hands through Wayne's mane. "And as for the dating...maybe. Tell ya what, I'll date you when I finally finish furnishing my apartment."

"Oh come on! Well can I just borrow you hand until you leave? You let me bite you, and that's something married couples do!"

"Really?"

Foxglove wrapped her forelegs around my arm. "Well...no, but it feels good. In a warm down there kinda way." she started pulling my hand down. "Just...let me borrow this for like five minutes."

I resigned myself to exactly five minutes. "I'm setting a time, you have five minutes."

"Really!?" Foxglove tightened around my arm, I felt her breasts sandwich my hand as she pulled me down. I sat on the floor next to her as she took control of my hand.

I was stuck staring at the cribs as she abused my hand. "Okay...one more stipulation, not here. Not in front of the foals."

Foxglove picked her head up. "They won't remember...."

"And I don't care, not in here." I stood up and looked around. "Either find a private place or I'm gonna go home and take a nap."

"A nap!? Are you kidding me!? I'm litterinally throwing myself at you, on you, and...something else, and you want to go take a nap!?"

I rubbed the back of my neck. "Yeah you're right...I should bring Wayne."

Foxglove was slowly filled with rage as she scrunched up her muzzle. "Colt cuddler!"

"Truely." I joked as I plucked the still feisty colt from his crib. "Don't you, auuughruagh, me!" I grabbed his face and shook him ever so softly before popping off and holding my hand in an aggressive pose over his head. "God I love this little guy...."

Foxglove bit my leg hard before pacing around me. "Love me damn it! Love me!" Foxglove stood in front of me and made as puppy dog a face as possible. "Please?"

That final stare tugged at my heartstrings. "Jesus...calm down. Meet me at that Russian bar tomorrow. We'll get drinks and see where the night takes us."

"You mean it?"

"I mean it, now I'm gonna go home, cuddle the shit outta this colt, and take a nap." I started walking out, finding a blanket and wrapping the bitey green foal like a burrito.

"....Really?"

I snapped around at Foxglove. "Keep it up and you'll end up like this!" I held the burritoed bat over my head.

Foxglove took a defensive pose. "Don't threaten me with a good time!"

"Bitch I will fuck you so hard!"

"I'll suck your life out!"

"I'll ride you so hard."

"You're nice and meaty, a lot to sink my teeth into."

We both had a short time before we each started laughing. "That got a little hot." I settled Wayne into my arms. "So you coming?"

Foxglove let out a soft sigh. "I can't sleep alone anymore.... Remember when I said chewing was a bad habit...I can't go to sleep without it."

I held the door for her. "You're like a foal...a foal breastfeeding foals. Oh the irony. The big titted irony."

We walked through the halls, bat ponies all heading to sleep as the sun rose. One inparticular met me as we left. "Ben...so are we-" she let out a long yawn. "-still on for breakfast?" Datura, in all her glorious purple headed glory, and I had been talking about going out for breakfast for a while.

"Ben...the fuck?" Foxglove bit my arm and refused to let go.

Datura shook her head. "With Foxglove? Hmm, good to know. No Foxglove, I'm not planning to steal your colt, I'm helping him with the change."

I nodded, trying to pry the sharp fanged mare off my arm. "I met her on my day off- night, off."

Datura laughed girlishly. "He was wandering like a zombie in the middle of the street."

Foxglove slowly let go of my arm. "Datura...I'm gonna say this once, he's mine. Talk if you want, hang out if you want, but if I smell you on him, you won't live to regret it." Foxglove to my arm in her mouth. "Now come on."

I stalled as long as I could, I knew what lay ahead, a night of being a pair of ponies chew toy for a night. "Datura- I'll- call- brunch!" before I could finish I was yanked out of the room.

Foxglove refused to let go of my hand the entire time we walked to my house. Even as I hopped in the shower she prowled outside the door, snapping back on my hand as I walked out. "Want...." was all she could managed as she pulled me into the bed and curled around my hand, gnawing and enjoying the taste of my blood as Wayne tried to crawl out of his burrito.

"Hey Foxglove...shouldn't he be flying by now?" I asked as I watched him wiggle free. Foxglove ignored me, too busy cooing and grumbling softly as she chewed on my arm. "I guess it'll happen when it happens." I laid back as Wayne found his new sport on my neck.

I ignored the slight sting and drifted away as the bats suckled at my arm and neck. A final scratch behind Wayne's head was enough to send me to sleep.