A loud knock came from my door as I set Wayne on the floor of his room. "Alright buddy, guess she's here."

"Raaauau!" Wayne cooed loudly as he flapped his wings, dragging him across the floor as he did.

"I- that's...alright, whatever works for you." I walked out of his padded room, leaving him to scoot around the floor with his wings. "Good lad...I think."

I walked through my freshly furnish apartment and towards the door. I opened the door, revealing Foxglove standing awkwardly. "Ben...hi."

I smiled widely, our previous agreement sealing her fate for the day. "Foxglove...come in."

Foxglove took a deep breath and stepped inside. "Oh wow...Ben, what is all this?" She ran about my living room, looking at my new furniture and decor. "When did you do all this!?"

I looked at my new sofa as Foxglove crawled atop it. "I had a lot of free time while I was waiting for my leave and the paperwork to finish."

Foxglove went nuts. "I- can I look around before we--"

"Sure, go ahead. I'll show you around." Foxglove brightened up as I started leading her around my house. "Kitchen." I turned on the lights to my simple dark grey kitchen.

"Dear Luna, how- how did you afford all this!?"

"Government mismanagement." I crossed my arms and leaned against the archway as she looked at the modestly fancy kitchen. "The company that sent me here went under, I got a huge settlement when they liquidated."

"That's so lame!" Foxglove complained as she poked my blender. "How does a company turn to water!?"

I shook my head. "That's...uh, I guess I'll explain it later. Come on, best room time."

Foxglove glared at my blender, bopping it with her hoof and stepping off the counter. She followed me towards Wayne's room. I carefully opened the door and stepped inside. Foxglove peeked her head in and went sour faced. "This is crap...this is better than my room!"

Wayne bolted upright as he Spotted Foxglove. Her dove under her stomach and started looking under her hips. I tried not to laugh as Foxglove's muzzle scrunched up like crazy. "Is he--"

"Yep." Foxglove reached back at her bra straps, the cloth color matching her coat amazingly well. She dropped her bra to the floor and let Wayne go to work. "I- ow! Little ass!" Foxglove's leg kicked out as she fed Wayne. "He fucking bit me!"

"Yeah...he does that." I laughed wryly as she tried not to yelp.

"Okay, okay, it's enough!" She flew off the ground, breaking away from Wayne and hovering heavily in the air. "You know we're supposed to be weening him right!?" She rubbed her nipples as Wayne tried to fly after her.

Wayne angrily bounced at her, trying to get enough lift with his wings to catch her. He growled angrily as I found a pacifier and popped it into his mouth. I held him in place as he started chewing. Little by little he went more and more docile until finally he slumped over in my arms and lingered on the edge of sleep. "I know, I bought like ten of these things, he's killed like five already!"

Foxglove fluttered down next to me and folded her wings. She watched as I set Wayne down in his crib. "He's- aww...he doesn't look like the little monster he is.... Has he said anything?"

"He's asked for you, like mama."

Foxglove gasped, holding her hooves to her face. "Really!?"

"No, he's just been babbling." I deadpanned.

"Oh...wow...you're an asshole." Foxglove stated angrily. "That's really not funny."

"It was to me, now, speaking of assholes...you showered yet?"

Foxglove's ears folded back. "No...but Ben, do we have to?"

"You fucked my face! You hid in the rafters, dropped down, and fucked my face!" I crossed my arms. "Yes, you owe me this."

Foxglove looked hurt. "But- I mean...it didn't taste bad...I could just--"

"Nope, go shower I'll get things ready in the bedroom."

Foxglove let out a scared yelp as she started walking off. "I- it's gonna hurt...."

"I promise you it won't hurt. And you know what hurt, having you clothesline me from the roof!" I rubbed my neck and pointed to the door. "Now go, the showers nice, warm water instantly."

Foxglove grumbled to herself as she walked off. Wayne cooed quietly as he struggled in his crib. I walked over and peered into the crib, gently tugging at the pacifier. "Nuh!" Wayne yelped as the pacifier slid free from him. "No!"

I stood stunned for a few moments, highly confused by what I just heard. "Did--"

"No!"

I stared down at Wayne, his hazel eyes staring angrily at me. "Wayne...can- dad?"

"No!" Wayne struggled free of his blanket and flew out of his crib, landing face first on the soft carpet below. "No!" he scrambled to his hooves and bolted wobbly away.

I scratched my head as Wayne dragged a blanket under a table and hid in the corner. "First words were backtalk, that's-- Kid, you confound me."

Wayne stared at me from behind his hiding place. "No...bad...."

I threw my hand up and stared at him. "Really?" I walked over and ducked down next to him. I reached under the table and started reaching for him.

"Noooo!" Wayne yelled as I got a grip on his back. He bit my arm hard as I scooped him out from under the table.

"Really!? You want milk?"

Wayne stopped dead, teeth scratching my skin. He stared at me as he nibbled at my arm. "Yess!"

"Wayne wants milk?"

"Yess!" His voice had a decent rasp to it. "Yess, yess!"

"Let's get some milk." I carried Wayne out and towards the kitchen. I poured a bottle for him and popped it in the microwave. Wayne watched it spinning for the five seconds I put it in and started babbling. I capped the bottle and held it for him as he greedily drank. "Huh...gonna have to switch to pastes soon."

"Yeah...." Foxglove mumbled as she stepped into the room, the smell of fruit preceding her arrival. "He could probably just go to meat soon."

I looked at her. Her dampened mane was nearly knee height, and her tail was raised high to keep it from laying on the floor. "Wow...how long is your hair!?"

Foxglove forced her mane back. "I had to use two towels. And it's not that long, it's just--really dense."

"It's almost on the floor!" I yelled as I started taking Wayne back to his room. "When's the last time you cut it?"

"Uuuuh, a few years ago." I stared angrily at her. "What, when do you cut yours!?"

"I cut my a week ago!"

"What!? But, you're like us now, grow it out!" Foxglove yelled angrily, her mane slapping her in the face. "This is why I don't shower often...."

I set Wayne down and pulled the bottle free. He knocked out instantly with a belly full of warm milk. "Jesus, follow me." I lead her towards the bathroom and found a new box. "So are you moving in or not? Because if you're not yet, you can take this with you."

"Take wha--" She stopped dead as a rush of hot air blasted her in the face. "Ben, what the fuck!?" She backed into the door as I dried her off with the blow dryer. "Ben, stop!"

"What?" I feigned deafness and continued to dry her. "You look great!"

"Aaaaaaaah!" Foxglove yelled as I finished with her mane. She stood angrily as her mane poofed out like crazy. "Ben, fuck you!"

I dried her tail quickly and watched as she went frizzy. "Whoa, check that out."

"Ben you're a prick!" Foxglove yelled as she dampened her hooves and fixed her mane and tail. "I have one, I never use it because this happens!" She pointed her shaking hoof to her head. "Dear Luna I hate you right now."

I shrugged and set it down. "Fine, I just didn't want you to be soggy when we did it." I pulled a bottle of oil from my shelf and pointed to the door. "Now, you ready?"

Foxglove took a deep breath as her spiky mane regained its shape. "That? Really?"

"Do you have a better idea?"

Foxglove scrunched her muzzle up. "I- whatever...I guess it's as good as it's gonna get."

"Well...saliva...."

"Fuck you! One or the other, one or the other, Ben!"

"Fine, fine...it's fine." I ushered her to my room. "I--" I looked at the oil in my hands. "Huh...this could work."

Foxglove was breathing heavily as she prepared herself. "What's gonna wo-wo-wo--" She stumbled as I pressed my oiled hands against her breasts. "Whoa- okay...this...mmmm, alright...I'm okay with this...." Foxglove was nearly purring as my hands massaged her breasts, her nipples rock solid as they dragged against my palms. "Hhhhmmmm, slower...."

I complied, switching to one hand and kneading her breasts, pulling at her nipple as I closed my hand. My other hand was pulling myself out of my jeans. "Feel good?" I asked as she spread her backed into my groin.

Foxglove let out a long soft moan. "Years- of foal abuse- teething- and that fucking bra- I need- this--" She stopped herself as I pushed her off me, placed my member under her sex and between her legs, quickly sliding her back and planting my cock between her breasts. "Uuuugh...." She let out a long groan as I went back to kneading.

I worked myself between her oiled breasts as she continued to mumble. The soft texture of her tender flesh and coat, oiled and freshly washed it felt amazing. I was in bliss as I squeezed her mounds, letting them settled in my hands and form around my fingers as I forced myself between them. "This...is by far...the most shameful, and amazing, thing I've ever done."

Foxglove hummed as she backed against my stomach, her tail parallel with my chest as I slowly split her breasts with my rod. "See...this is so much better...." she trailed off as she relaxed and let me go to work massaging her heavy breasts.

"Much better than what?" I asked as I pushed my head against her soft flesh, parting it with a glorious slimy texture.

Foxglove said nothing, half asleep as I pressed her breasts together, squashing my member between and surrounding it with a warm oily heat and pressure that pushed me closer and closer to the edge.

My breath went shaky as I felt the pressure build in my base. I went a bit lightheaded as a particularly healthy thrust massaged my tip and sealed the deal. I took a deep breath and held back as long as I could. I pushed Foxglove off of my waist, pressing her backside down and snapping her awake. "Ben, what are you--" She stopped dead as I unceramoniously slid my tip into her ass. "Ben, you motherfu--" She stopped again as a small spurt shot inside her. "Gross- gross- gross!" She shreiked as she tried to pull away. "Ben...this is gross...."

I was snarling and grunting as my release was blocked up around her hole. "Come- on-" I felt myself throb and pulse as my body tried to force past the blockage. I felt the dim pain force past my shaft and explode out my tip. I let out a long groan as I went lightheaded and reveled in the feeling of the buildup and eventual pop as I spurted in her ass.

Foxglove just grumbled as I moved my hands back into place, awkwardly hunching over her to keep from jamming my entire cock into her ass. "Well- this...doesn't hurt...I just-" She shivered hard as I sent a final heavy load inside her. "Gross gross gross gross!" She stomped her hooves rapidly as I pulled out. "Groooooss! It's slimy!"

I sat on the carpet and watched as my seed dripped out of her. "Warm and gooey...." I put my hands on my head as I laid back. "Eeeeeugh...I'm gonna take a nap."

"Oh no you're not!" Foxglove walked wobbly over and sat on my chest. "I'm not done! Now hands!"

I stared up at the mare on my chest, her breasts resting against my stomach as she tried not to let on how disgusted she was by my cum coating her ass. I laughed weakly as I grabbed her breasts and pressed and pulled idly. "So...do you...wanna move in?" I asked, calmed by gentle kneading I was imparting.

Foxglove scrunched up her muzzle as she laid down, pinning my hands under her body. "Maybe...no more butt stuff.... But it is closer...and Wayne's here...and you're here...." She smiled cockily. "I'll think about it."