Title:           (WIP) In Nomeni Patri (RGRE)
Author:          Uh-hmmm
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First Edit:      Sunday 23rd of April 2017 08:46:39 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Sunday 23rd of April 2017 01:12:24 PM CDT

> Be Anon, farming on the outskirts of a small village of ponies
> It seems you are stuck in the horse medival times, victim of spontaneous, cross dimensional teleportation
> You blame all those hours playing Portal, and not doing anything productive
> Now you have all the time in the world to be productive, and it's just as bad as you thought it would be
> You get up at dawn, yawning and wishing for proper running water
> You make do with a water basin and a washrag, giving yourself a quick wipedown
> You pull on your handmade boxers and pants
> No shirt though
> After a full year living in this village, the ponies' nudist colony ways have rubbed off a little, hence why you generally don't wear a shirt unless it's absolutely necessary
> Of course, having fewer clothes that you have to wash is a contributing factor to your exhibitionism
> After a simple breakfast of bread and cheese, you are ready to start your day
> You open the door to your little cottage, taking in the sounds of the wildlife
> Snippets of birdsong, a gentle breeze rustling your wheat field, baby noises
> Wait
> Baby noises?
> You look down
> It seems someone left a basket on your doorstep, with two little foals inside
> The white earth pony gazes up at you with big, magenta eyes and babbles happily
> The blue pegasus foal is asleep, nestled up against what you assume is its sibling
> Welp
> You can't really complain too much, Miranda took you in when you had nowhere to go
> If you were going to drop off some unwanted foals, a cow's farm isn't a bad choice
> You pick up the basket and carry it to the barn
> Lil' whitey with the pink mane giggles, and you smile at her
"Aren't you the cutest."
> She wiggles her little hoovsies and grins
> Muh heart
> You shift the basket under your arm as you use the other to open the barn door
> Miranda looks up from her feeding trough, and raises an eyebrow at the basket
> "What did you find, colt?"
> You walk over, setting the basket down for her to see as you grab the pail
"Looks like we got volunteered to be an orphanage."
> The cow sniffs at the foals, a goofy smile on her face
> "I always wanted you to give me foals, but I didn't expect you to do it like this."
> You roll your eyes
> Miss Daisy here hits on you so regularly, it has almost lost all meaning
> You grab a stool and set the pail below her udders
> The you pause
"We should probably let them go first."
> "Hm?"
> You go to the basket and start to pick up whitey, but then bluey starts fussing, and you pick her up instead
> At the touch of your hands, bluey opens her cyan eyes groggily
> You gently rock her in your arms, whispering soothingly as you bring her to Miranda's udders
> She latches on to the nipple greedily, sucking down the warm milk
> Miranda's voices catches
> "Oh, oh my."
> She swings her head around to gaze on the suckling foal with a warm look in her eye
> "I didn't think I'd feel this again, ever since Jessie got too old for it."
> You smile
> Miranda has been a little lonely, ever since her youngest went off to find her fortune
> Once bluey is full, her eyes drift shut
> You still burb her for good measure, before setting her back in the basket and grabbing her sister
> While whitey suckles, you glance at Miranda
"What should we name them?"
> She considers this, gazing upon the sleeping pegasus foal
> "I'll name this one, and you can name the other. What name indeed..."
> You look at the nursing filly in your hands
> Even now, you think you can see the hint of a baby smile
"I'm thinking Sunshine."
> Miranda hums in approval
> "I like it. Then, this one shall be Moonlight."
> Once you are done feeding Sunshine, you set her down next to her sister, and watched as they cuddles in their sleep
> Adorable
> "Oh Anonymous, I believe it is your turn to have some of my milk."
> You honestly don't know what to think of Miranda
> One one hand, she is a cow
> It's not as if cows are particularly attractive in any way
> On the other hand...
> You tug on her teat, squirting milk into the pail
> "Hnnnng, oh yes."
> Her voice
> "Grab me with those strong hands, unf."
> It sounds like a mature woman
> "B-buck yessssss!"
"Not in front of the kids, alright?"
> She gazes at you with bedroom eyes
> "It's fine, they won't remember. Oh, but I will never forget. Now pull on my teats harder."
> The things you do for dairy
> And whyboners