A gentle summer breeze cuts across her path as Dandy makes her way through the gate in a tall chain link fence, and steps hoof onto the homestead of some clever ponies that’d converted an old shipping company into a fully functioning farm. In short order, they had ripped up the vast majority of the asphalt and cement, exposing the untainted ground underneath. Soil that’s perfect for growing a variety of crops. Which, judging by the masses of greenery, the plants seem to approve of their efforts. She trots along, looking casually side to side, enjoying the view along the way, as she makes her way to the old office building that has been converted into a home. All while happily humming a Sweetie Bell song that she’d recently heard on a radio while out and about.

The large warehouse behind it is only for extra storage, workshop space, and an out of the way place to keep many trinkets or to work on things out of any bad weather that might come.

So she heads straight for the actual living space with a carefree, practically elated, smile on her face. A smile that just grows even wider as something catches her eye to the left. A large leafy plant with massive leaves that look all wrinkly, like a piece of paper that’s been crumpled up and unfolded. Repeatedly. She can never remember what it’s called, but it looks exceedingly tasty. So she quickly envelopes one of the leaves, one that’s not quite the size of being truly ripe, and bends it backwards. It easily snaps off its tall thick stock and she quickly floats it over to herself.

She continues trotting on, nibbling and happily squealing as she savors the flavor of whatever it is. She can’t help but giggle as she knows the owners of the homestead won’t mind. She’s special.

Anyone else would probably get murdered in short order for theft.

She trots up the metal stairs as she sucks the remaining bit of thick stem into her muzzle and takes in the view around the area that constitutes the family home’s ‘front porch’. There are many plants growing in boxes and containers, with a huge network of pipes coming from the roof and emptying into a series of water barrels on the ground next to the raised porch. She uses the ladle hanging off the railing, and grabs a quick dipful with her magic. She slowly tips her head back as she drinks straight from the ladle. The cool refreshing water runs over the edges of her muzzle and down her chin as she drinks more and more from the slow steady pour. A near never ending cool revitalment, that not only quenches her thirst but makes her glad to be alive, floods her mouth to overflowing as even more slides down her throat. Such amazing things are few and far between, and she, of all creatures, knows this is true.

She uses a hoof to wipe the cool clean water from her muzzle as she carefully hangs the ladle back onto the railing. She gives the ladle an appreciative pat with a hoof as she tilts her head, squeeing internally as she mentally thanks it for merely existing.

Dandy promptly turns and, simultaneously, pulls open the door to the office building turned homestead with her magic without any caution or ceremony. She walks through, with the door calmly closing behind her as she steps into the shade of the foyer where a secretary once greeted guests and clients. But the home is kept at a comfortable temperature and she takes in a deep breath before letting it out in a sigh of contentment.

There’s good places. There’s great places. There’s fantastic places.

But then there’s here.

This is definitely the best place. She’s never been so happy or comfortable in her entire life than she is being here. And, she wouldn’t even ever leave if she had a choice. But, that’s life.

She nods to herself as, on some level, a mental flag gets raised that leaving is also good. Because then she gets the joy of coming back. And with a place like this, you don’t want to risk getting too used to it. It might lose some of its magic if so. She waves a hoof and lets out a soft nicker as she brushes the idea out of existence. Like she could ever get tired of this place and get bored of it. Not going to happen. Ever.

This is the best place. Always and forever. She nods sagely with her eyes closed as she keeps slowly taking in slow deep breaths.

The air is filled with a variety of pleasant scents. Some are easily recognizable as various herbs that are being used for potpourri and incense. Some of which are being freshly grown right on the front porch. So there’s a never ending supply of it to enjoy. And then there are the other smells. Smells that let her know someone’s cooking something.

Something good.

“Is that you, Dandy?” a familiar stallion’s voice calls out from down a short hallway and from the door leading to the next room over.

The voice sends another flurry of giddiness through her before she nods widely and smiles. She takes off her saddle bags and drops them off on the metal desk near the door as she calls back, “Yeah, it’s me. How do you always seem to know?”

“Technology, Dandy, Technology,” the stallion partially chuckles before he adds, “Ask Stable-Tec how it works, because I have no clue. It just does!”

Dandy takes off her long white coat and hangs it up on the provided coat hangers on the wall with her magic. She gives herself a vigorous shake, feeling the wondrous air around her as she asks, “How was your day?”

“Oh, you know, same ole, same ole, just another day that ends in ‘y’,” the voice replies back with a coy tone that makes Dandy’s ear twitch.

“Uh huh… ‘same ole, same ole’ huh?” Dandy asks with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. “Nothing interesting at all, huh?”

“Eyup.”

Dandy rolls her eyes and smirks as she lets out a sigh, “Why is it I simply don’t believe that?” Her smile gets even wider as she tilts to the side a bit and calls over towards the door where she knows he’s standing near. “Especially when you phrase it like that!”

A yellow blur zips across her nose, fast enough that her dark mane swishes to the side, completely parallel to the ground even as short as it is, and draws her eye’s attention. A few more zips of yellow blur by her as it slowly manifests into a small yellow tornado right in front of her eyes. But, the sight doesn’t startle her in the least. Instead it just draws an even wider smile from Dandy as her eyes partially close at the welcome sight.

Slowly the blur line shortens until a small flying yellow filly appears in front of her at eye level as she casually flaps her wings slowly, but maintains the same height. The little filly squeals as she says happily, “You’re back!”

Dandy nods slowly as she looks from the little filly’s bright green eyes up to her jet black mane. She reaches a forehoof up and gently brushes the filly’s mane to the side as she asks with a smirk, “Kiddo, is that horn still getting bigger?”

The filly’s eyes cross comically as she looks up absolutely confused. She reaches up with a forehoof and gently rubs her hoof over the protrusion coming from her forehead. “Ummm I think so?” She looks at Dandy and gives her a sheepish smile as she asks, “So… uh… when’s it going to stop? It’s already as big as yours, ain’t it?”

Dandy leans forward and compares horns for a moment by crossing them as she giggles, “Nah, sweetie, yours might be about as long as mine, but it’s not nearly as thick.”

“Awww… man…” the little filly says with a sigh as she hangs her legs limply in the air. “But, then what does that mean?”

Dandy leans over and nuzzles her cheek with her own as she laughs, “It means you’ve got a lot more to grow, and it’s going to get even bigger!”

The filly giggles and pulls back as she excitedly trots in midair. “Yaaaay! I’m gonna be all big and strong like momma and poppa!”

Dandy rolls her eyes and sits down as she smirks. “Sweetie. You’re an alicorn… Of course you’re going to grow up and be all powerful… it’s kinda in the job description.” She waves her forehoof nonchalantly as she adds, “I’m not complaining, really, but I blame your father for it. He’s ridiculous.”

The little filly giggles as she holds her tummy, ‘Yeah, Daddy’s funny!”

Dandy smirks and tilts her head as she asks, “Yeah… so… what really happened today? Since you’re dad’s being so silly about it?”

The little yellow filly’s big green eyes get even bigger as they sparkle and her grin grows to a size that doesn’t seem to actually fit on her head. “Oh!” She starts her little tornado routine as she flies around in a quick circle, quickly becoming unidentifiable from pure speed. The little yellow tornado cruises around in front of Dandy, raising and lowering randomly as the filly chatters on, “Well, some big ole mean ponies and stuff showed up. And they tried to take our food. And our stuff-”

“Emphasis on tried,” the stallion’s voice chuckles from the next room.

But the filly doesn’t slow down at all as the two ponies’ spoken words melt into each other, “-And do some bad things. And they said they were going to do bad stuff to me. And Daddy told them to get lost. And they laughed. And they said didn’t care. And they said they were going to do what they wanted to do. And they had this huuuuuuge big boss pony with them. And she was like as big as a mountain. And she said she’d eat Daddy for breakfast, and feed the bones to her pet dragon. And Daddy told the mean ole mare, ‘Light’s green bitch’-”

“Language!” the stallion’s voice yells in from the other room.

The filly pauses only long enough to look abashed as she stares into the room the voice came from, “But you said it, Daddy! You diiiiid!” and instantly she goes back to her story without waiting on anything else, “And they all ponypiled on Daddy, and then Daddy beat them up all like.” She stops impersonating a tornado long enough to start randomly turning around and bucking the air in random directions, mid air, as she continues, “Pow, bop, bang, smack, crack!” She happily trots in place as she says, “And, yeah, I didn’t see them after that, Daddy beat them up so bad they just gone!”

“A dragon? They had a pet dragon with them?” Dandy asks as she tilts her head and asks the excitable filly with amusement plain on her own face.

“It wasn’t a dragon, Dandy, don’t worry,” the same buck’s voice comes from the other room.

“Oh, well that’s good to hear,” Dandy says with a giggle as she puts a hoof to her mouth. “For a second I was-“

“It was a wyvern… they only pretend to be dragons until the real dragons show up.”

Dandy’s eyes go wide as she asks, “A bunch of raiders attacked today with a pet dragon!?”

“Wyvern, Dandy, Wyvern,” the voice snickers from the other room.

“Well, where are they?!” Dandy asks as she quickly turns around and looks out the window to try and see any sign of anyone. Or, for that matter, any sign of the fight that must have taken place recently. But, no, nothing. Just a pristine farmland with produce that some ponies would literally kill for.

“Gone,” the stallion replies back nonchalantly. “And, on an unrelated note, I got you a new pair of boots, they’re in the box on the dining room table.”

Dandy’s ears perk up and she turns around, she trots out of the foyer and into the living room where a large wooden table has been set up dead center with a variety of chairs all the way around. Numerous trophies, ranging from damaged weapons to posters and letters of appreciation from many individuals for jobs done and ponies saved, decorate every conceivable surface of the room. With even a few being dangled from the ceiling by wires or other supports.

She spots the wooden chest on the table and tilts her head as she looks it over. “What’s this all about?” Dandy wonders aloud.

“It’s a su-prise, it’s a su-prise!” the yellow streak zipping around her giggles happily. “Open it, open it!”

Dandy’s eyes zip back and forth as she tries, and fails, to keep up with the speeding filly alicorn flying orbits around her. She uses her own magic and lifts the lid, letting the top fall back onto its hinge before she hops up and puts her forehooves on the table. She peeks inside and instantly her eyes go wide. “There’s a hell of a lot more than just boots in here!”

A snicker from the next room lets her know the prank she’s being subjected to has been sprung. She rolls her eyes with a smile before she sits back onto her haunches and simultaneously starts pulling the various items out of the chest. Her eyes go wide as she sees the absolutely beautiful set of barding that comes out of the wooden chest. There’s more than she can conceivably believe would have fit in that smallish box in the first place. She fans it all out, and floats it around her as she looks it over. The details put into it show a lot of care and dedication. Pieces cut to exact sizing and shape specifications. Nearly invisible riveting to minimize weak points. And there even seems to be a lot of decorative tooling to give it a fish scaled appearance. But the greenish yellow leather armor is not only supple and easily flowing, but still looks pretty tough. She runs a hoof over it and starts feeling the various ridges along its sides. And it slowly dawns on her: these aren’t merely some decorative elements that she’s seeing here. “What the hell, is this? Dragonhide?!”

“Wyvern, Dandy, Wyvern…” the same voice chuckles again.

“You really did have someone attack here with a pet dragon!?” Dandy asks with her eyes open to their max.

“Wyvern, Dandy, Wyvern…”

“Wyvern, dragon, whatever!” She waves a hoof at the floating equipment as she says, “You said ‘boots’ what’s with all of this?!”

“Well, it was a big wyvern, didn’t want to be wasteful… and you could use it.”

Dandy scowls as she looks at the armor, “Yeah, okay, I get it, I’ll go kick their ass with this! No problem!”

“No need,” the stallion practically sings as various dishes clatter around in the next room.

“Why?” Dandy asks as she looks up the hallway, “Don’t know where they are?”

“Oh, I know where they are. Like I said, they’re gone.”

“Well, they might come back! With more dragon wyvern whatever… Scalie thingies!”

“They won’t be back, I know exactly where they are,” he assures her with such confidence in his voice that she can’t help but tilt her head and stare at the empty doorway.

“Oh? Then, where are they, exactly?”

As she’s tilted sideways, looking through the doorway into the hallway, and staring at the door that the voice keeps coming out of, the owner of the voice finally steps out of the room they were in and into the hallway as he makes his way towards the dining room.

With ridiculous dexterity he walks down the hall on only three legs. On one hoof he has a large metal bowl steadily perched yet full of vegetables. In the tip of his left wing he has a large root vegetable of some kind, like a massive radish. His right wing holds aloft a curved knife that he expertly uses to dice the radish, putting the pieces into the bowl, while he’s walking. Without dropping, tripping, or losing anything. But, as he steps into the dinning room, she notices that it’s not an ordinary knife and has a bit too much of a curve to it to be normal. He stops not far from the table and starts twirling the knife around his green wing tip with a speed, dexterity, and precision that would make a unicorn jealous.

Being a unicorn herself, she’d know. Because she’s jealous, but at the same time mesmerized by the sight.

Her eyes follow it along before she asks, “Is… is that a dragon…”

“Wyvern, Dandy, Wyvern…. It’s a wyvern’s claw…”

Her eyes trail from it, to the suit of armor and clothes before she looks back at him and asks softly, “And… the rest?”

He gives the wyvern’s claw another forceful twirl, spinning it up into the air and catching it again with the same wingtip before he gives her a mischievous grin. “Fertilizer… at least, what wasn’t useful or can’t be traded away.”

The little filly hops onto Dandy’s back and gives her a big hug from behind as she rides on her back. “Daddy made dragon steaks out of the big ole mean lizard thingy, but he said I can’t have any.”

He gives a strong forceful nod as he sets the bowl of vegetables on the dining room table. He sticks the claw into a holster at his side, that seems to be made of the same type of reptilian hide as her new boots and barding, as he says, “No daughter of mine is going to be eating any meat if I have anything to say about it. This is a strictly vegetarian household!” He gives another forceful nod before he takes off the cooking apron he’s wearing, with crossed cartoonish looking carrots across the front, and sets it to the side.

“Isn’t that right, dear?” Gearing asks Dandy.

Dandy looks over at him and her ears practically melt down as she gives him a warm smile. She loves it when he calls her one of the many pet names he has for her. “Yeah, Gearing. That’s right.” She shakes her head, getting rid of the goofy grin from her muzzle, before she adds, “At least that way we won’t have to worry about accidentally getting something we don’t want, and end up raiders ourselves.”

“Eyup… the less raiders in the world, the better.” Gearing gives Dandy a smirk as he adds, “I mean… I appreciate the exercise… but, really… it’s rather dull to be dealing with them.” He reaches over, snags the yellow filly off of Dandy’s back, and starts nuzzling her as he has a massive grin on his muzzle. “Especially when I already have this little hell raiser to contend with on a daily basis.” The two cuddle and kiss each other repeatedly as the filly giggles and wraps her limbs and wings around him. He nuzzles the yellow filly’s neck and cheek with his own as he partially opens his eyes and stares at Dandy with a look of pure adornment and, not so hidden along the edges, a fiery lust that lets her know she’s going to be having a hard time walking tomorrow if he has anything to say about it. “But, she’s a treasure… so I wouldn’t have that any other way.”

Dandy feels a tingle go from the tip of her tail to the tip of her ears as she gives him a rather giddy smile in return. Her hindlegs start twitching and her nethers start a riot asking what the hold up is about. She’s here. He’s here. They have their own room. What’s the hold up?

She partially closes her eyes and lets out a content sigh as she looks at Gearing. This is exactly what she needed in her life. She can feel it in her very being. It’s not just his immaculate skills in the bedroom. Or his knowledge of how and willingness to perform any bit of manual labor that might come up. It’s not his, apparently, endless stamina. It’s this.

The fully and unwavering knowledge that, no matter what. No matter where she goes. No matter what she has to do. She doesn’t have to worry about things at home. That her lover can more than handle himself. And, by extension, she doesn’t have to worry about anything happening while she’s gone. It’s one of her greatest fears. That she’d settle down. That she’d get comfortable. Then something will happen while she’s out working. That she’ll come home to find her family devoured by raiders, slaughtered by bandits, or stolen by slavers.

But with a stallion like Gearing, she has no problems having a family any more. They’ll all be safe. She doesn’t have to worry anymore. They’ll all be safe.

Both her lover, and their children.

Dandy walks over and wraps a leg around Gearing, and the filly, turning the adorable nuzzlefest between daughter and father into a massive group hug as they happily nuzzle each other. “And neither would I, Gearing… neither would I.”

“Momma, Daddy, ya squishin’ me!” the filly yelps out between them, before getting pulled in, simultaneously, between both of them as both Dandy and Gearing use a limb and hold her sideways in a cradling action between them. The filly giggles and pulls her limbs in tightly to herself as she grins up at them with an oversized smile. “Love you Momma and Poppa!”

Dandy lets out a sigh as she leans down and carefully kisses the filly on the forehead, avoiding the bony protrusion sticking out of her forehead. “Love you too, sweetie.”

Gearing turns to the side, pulling the little one with him and still cradling her with one foreleg, despite her none-infant size, and walks over to the other side of the table as he asks, “So, how was your day?”

Gearing continues to cradle and rock the little one with his one hoof as he walks around and uses his wings to prepare the table for dinner. He sets out utensils and plates, all using just his wings, as he walks around and hums to himself, and the little yellow filly still curled up in his foreleg.

Dandy sits down at the table and watches the scene with growing excitement as she swishes her tail more actively. “Fine… fine… not nearly as exciting as your day had been, apparently.”

Gearing looks over at her and gives a devilish grin as he says, “Well, crops are going to be pretty good at least.”

Dandy snickers before she leans forward and rests her head on a forehoof as she just drinks in the scene of Gearing tending to the house, and their foal. “Yeah, there’s that… but I got some more caps coming in tonight too, so there’s that.”

Gearing looks over at her as he’s dishing out some roasted vegetables from a pan that’s so hot that it scorches the table when he sets it down. But he’d carried it in here with his bare wing. He quickly curses under his breath before putting a cinder block on the table and replacing the hot metal pan on top of it. But, after giving her a sheepish smile, he continues serving tonight’s meal. “Well, that’s good. I mean. We’re pretty well off already, and have more than we need, but it’s good to keep it coming in.”

Dandy leans forward and takes in the scent of the hot dished out food on her plate with a slow draw in through her nostrils. So many fresh herbs and vegetables. She’d only heard of this kind of delicious smelling, and tasting, food being served to the Society’s uppity snobs at the Elysium. But, being with Gearing, it’s become a new level of existence for her. Not just regular food that she doesn’t have to worry about going hungry, but a much higher quality food that she actually looks forward to eating.

She can’t help but giggle as she looks at the plate and knows, without a doubt, if she stayed home all day every day...

Her golden stallion with the big bubble butt and crystalline green wings would make her fat. So fat she couldn’t walk. Just from his cooking.

She giggles before she looks up at him and gives her tail another excited swish, “So… yeah… we have another visitor coming by later tonight… And, don’t worry, Big Daddy and Swift have already agreed to foalsit for the night.”

The little yellow filly hops up from Gearing’s loving cradling actions as she asks excitedly, “Uncle Big Daddy and Auntie Swift? Really!?” She happily trots in midair, doing circles around Gearing’s head, as she sings, “Going to see Auntie Swiiiiift, Going to see Uuuuuuncle Big Daddy… Yay!

Gearing grabs the little filly out of the air, and sets her in a wooden seat next to him, with a plate of piping hot food piled up high in front of her. “Yeah, we’ll see…” He looks over at Dandy and asks, “Really Dandy? Another ‘visitor’?”

Dandy feels her cheeks flush before she shrugs. “Yeah… Another one.”

Gearing turns to the right and watches as their daughter hops up in the air, and comes down at the mountain of food like a missile. But, instead of literally diving into it, she simply chomps down on the plate of food. Entire whole vegetables disappear into her maw as she very quickly gets down to the plate like an automated beaver felling a tree. A plate that she starts quickly licking the sauce off of as she flies in mid air, rotating on multiple axes at once, but has the plate hovering in front of her muzzle the entire time using her levitation magic.

Gearing looks at her and smiles warmly as he asks, “Would you like more, sweetie?”

The little filly rolls over and pats her belly, which is now big and distended from the amount of food, before she lets out a very loud belch. “No thank you. I’m full! Thanks, Daddy!”

Gearing looks at her and raises an eyebrow as he asks, “Too full for a fancy buck cake for dessert?”

The filly zips over right side up and stares at Gearing with her bright green eyes twinkling and a massive grin across her maw. “I didn’t say that!” She looks over at Dandy and asks, “Momma, tell Daddy, tell Daddy I didn’t say that! Please?!”

Dandy’s horn glows and from her saddle bag, sitting on the desk near the door, a package pops out and zips over by the dinner table. She flicks it out and a couple fancy buck cakes spills out onto the table as she says, “That’s right, Gearing. Our daughter didn’t say anything about turning down dessert.”

The little yellow filly happily clops her forehooves together rapidly as she asks, “All of those mine?!”

Dandy waves it off with a hoof before she says,” Only one… pick which one you want now, you can have the rest later when your father says it’s okay.”

“Awww,” the filly lets out a soft sigh of disappointment before she says, “Cherry! I want the cherry!”

Dandy quickly levitates one up off the table and flicks it over towards the yellow alicorn filly before scooping up the rest and putting them back into a sack. The excluded one doesn’t get very far before it’s snatched up by the filly’s own golden levitation field and zips over to her. But, in mid flight, the filly giggles and takes off down the hallway with it.

As she’s zipping away, Gearing calls after her, “Don’t forget to wash up afterwards, you know how sticky your muzzle gets after one of those!”

“O-kaaaaaaaaay,” the filly’s voice echoes down the hall and, from the noise in the background, it sounds like she actually zipped off to play in the warehouse behind the house again while she was at it.

Dandy giggles as she puts a hoof to her muzzle. When Gearing looks at her with a partial smirk and a raised eyebrow, Dandy says with a laugh, “Hey, don’t look at me like that… she’s your daughter!”

Gearing chuckles as he looks around. “Yeah… well…” He starts walking around the table as he gives her a smirk in return. “She’s your daughter too… so…”

“Mmmhmmm,” Dandy replies as her eyes continuously trail over the golden buck’s metallic body as he steadily walks closer. “Well, whose fault is that?”

Gearing stops in front of her, and sits down, looking in her eyes as he grins. “Hey, I’ll take credit for that.” He puts a hoof to his chest as he asks, “How many other fathers can say they’ve sired an alicorn?” He shakes his head. “None as far as I know.”

They both giggle and, simultaneously, blatantly look each other over. But, then Gearing asks, “So… about this ‘visitor’…”

“Hmmm?”

“When’s she get here?”

Dandy giggles before she bats her eyes at him. “What makes you so sure it’s a she?”

Gearing turns his head and smirks before he says, “Because in all of this time that you’ve been pulling this bar bet swindle, you’ve always brought home mares… not one buck.”

“Complaining?”

Gearing grins at her. “Not at all, just saying… you’re pretty predictable.” They both chuckles before he asks, “This can’t go on forever, eventually somepony’s going to get wise to it and stop making bets with you about this.”

Dandy bats her eyelashes at him before leaning forward and getting muzzle to muzzle with him. But not quite touching. She reaches up and gently rubs his cheek with a hoof as she says, “Hey… apparently it’s hard to believe I got a stallion that can put a mare into a coma just from his lovemaking talents.” She giggles as she says, “I swear, if you’re cutie mark doesn’t involve sexy times in some way, the world is in trouble.”

Gearing chuckles as he says, “Yeah, but it’s not a fair bet, eventually they’re going to get wise to the fact that my shiny ass doesn’t actually get tired… it’s kind of cheating, you know?”

Dandy leans over and kisses him along the muzzle as she says, “Somehow, I’m sure, even knowing that wouldn’t keep them away… I’m pretty sure they’re totally fine with having a lighter purse…” She giggles as she says softly, “After they wake up again, that is.”

Gearing shakes his head lightly, expertly timing it so he can kiss different spots on her muzzle and cheek, before he says softly, “Yeah, but you really okay with me sleeping with all of these mares?” He shakes his head. “I mean, I don’t want to ruin what we got.”

Dandy pulls back and grins. “Hey… No worries there… it’s my idea, you know… besides.” She looks off to the side and gives a coy grin as she says, “With a three way, I get to enjoy both worlds, while at the same time remaining conscious longer…”

Gearing pulls back and raises an eyebrow. “Come again?”

“And again, and again, and again, and suddenly it’s morning and I don’t even remember falling asleep,” Dandy says with a giggle as she feels her body flush. She looks him in the eye and sees his bemused look so she gives him a soft tender peck on the lips. “If there’s two of us, you have to divide your attentions… Which means I get to stay awake and enjoy it longer before you short circuit my brain with your ‘golden touch’ there, you insatiable beast, you.”

Gearing rolls his eyes but can’t help but smile. He chuckles and puffs himself up a bit with obvious pride as he says, “Yeeaahhh… well. You asked for it.”

“I did,” Dandy agrees quickly. “And, no take-backsies.”

Gearing chuckles again before he tilts his head and asks, “So, you’re really going to have Big Daddy and Swift foalsit?” Dandy nods. “Are you serious? You know he’s going to stuff her full of junk food! He always does!”

Dandy tilts her head and asks as she partially closes her eyes, “Yeah, well, who else could actually handle our alicorn daughter, hmm?”

“He does it with bribery! Of the unhealthy sweets variety!” Gearing retorts with a frown as he narrows his eyes at her.

“You don’t want Big Daddy foalsitting his god daughter?”

“Not really, no! Last time he loaded her up with so much sugar I was sure I was going to get diabetes just by looking at the leftovers on her sticky muzzle! And I’m not even organic! And Swift’s no help in that regard because she thinks it’s Celestia damned hilarious to send her back to us super charged for the moon!”

Dandy puts a hoof to her mouth and taps it a couple times as she says, “That’s true… I think she broke a couple speed records… for land and air…”

“See!?” Gearing asks as he waves a forehoof towards Dandy.

Dandy smirks as she asks, “Are you really going to tell Big Daddy that he’s not allowed to see his god daughter, because he gives her too many snacks?” Dandy laughs. “I’d love to see that!”

Gearing purses his lips off to the side and looks off to the other side. “Uh… yeah… no…”

Dandy leans over towards him, almost falling over, as she gets under his muzzle and looks up at him. “You going to challenge him in the arena fight cage over it? Huh? You gonna make a big deal out of it and make it an official challenge to forbid him from foalsitting her anymore?”

Gearing rolls his eyes and says, “No… Hell no…” He shakes his head. “I’m not suicidal, that’s Big Daddy.”

Dandy grins at him and asks, “Sooooo?”

Gearing rolls his eyes. “Fine… sure… he does seem to enjoy having her around. He keeps swearing she’s going to be top ten before she even gets her cutie mark.

Dandy sits up straight and nods her head primly with her eyes closed. “Mmmhmm! That’s my daughter all right!”

Gearing groans, “Well, if that’s the case, you can at least stay here for a day or two afterwards… Going to need the extra pair of eyes with how quickly she gets around and into things…”

Dandy keeps her eyes closed as she grins. “I’ll think about it, but staying home for a day or two means lost caps, I’m gonna have to make sure I can afford that.”

She slowly opens her eyes as she feels him slide over next to, then behind her. She slowly closes her eyes again and starts directing her muzzle up as he begins giving her soft tender kisses along the side of her neck, starting at her right ear and working his way down. “Mmm yeah…that’s a start.”

Her body gets warmer by the second as she starts flushing. It’s not fair. He knows all the right spots and buttons to push. And his lips start flicking the switches one by one with expert timing to get the tidal wave started.

“When’s our guest get here tonight?” Gearing whispers in her ear before he starts another cycle of trailing kisses down her neck and over her chest.

“Not until later tonight,” Dandy murmurs. “Four, five hours, maybe?”

“Mmm, good,” Gearing says with a chuckle as he trails kisses down Dandy’s neckline.

“Hmmm? For?” Dandy’s eyes jump open as she glances down and sees Gearing’s wings undoing her button down and exposing more of her fur at an alarming rate. Even more so as his kisses trail down even further as well, as he pulls her under him and uses his long neck to increase the rate of his very effective kisses. “Oh sweet Celestia, I’m fucked,” Dandy murmurs.

Gearing comes back up to her ear and chuckles, releasing a hot warm gush of breath across her neck and ear and causing her fur to tantalizingly stand up in response. “Yeah, Dandy, that’s the idea of it…”

She lets out a long slow groan as she leans back and gives in to his wandering limbs and lips. Focusing on how they feel as they are passing over her body. How she’s positioned and can feel him pressing into her from behind. And that obvious, and delightful, growing bulge pressing against her flanks. But even more so knowing what’s coming.

Knowing what’s next.

Knowing that this is only the beginning and that-

“Dandy, hey, Dandy! Equs to Dandy!”

Dandy lays on a cot in Megamart’s hotel, stretched out belly down, but with her forelegs tucked in slightly except for her forehooves hanging over the cot’s edge. Her face carries the trademark of her pinkish flush, and her ears are positively glowing from being so red. She giggles and grins with her mouth partially open, with a small trickle of drool on her lip, as she happily taps on the metal frame of the cot with her forehooves. She blinks a few times, then looks around, and instantly lets out a disappointed sigh as she mutters quietly to herself, “Was just getting to the good part…”

A mare dressed like a typical caravanner looks at her with a smirk as she asks, “What the hell was that all about? That goofy ass smirk? Looked like a kid in a candy story.”

“Oh, sorry, I was like… a million miles away,” Dandy mutters as she shakes her head and tries to clear her fog addled brain from her daydream.

The mare nods as she sets a piece of paper on Dandy’s outstretched forehooves. “Uh, yeah… well… Doc Bonesaw asked me to drop this off for you. Said to tell you ‘It was done’ and that you should see this as soon as possible.” She turns away and smiles as she says, “He said he was pretty sure you’d be happy with the results, so… Congrats I guess?”

Dandy’s horn flares up as she grabs the paper with her magic and brings it up to her muzzle to quickly read what was written.

She slowly starts shaking as she says quickly, “N-no… but…” Tears start forming on the edges of her eyes as she looks it over again. “This can’t be…”

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