Family Incestry

by IRpony

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Other, Romance, Shining Armor, Sex, Twilight Sparkle
Length: 10101

It's Mother's Day! And for a certian sparkling individual there's only one thing to be done for the occasion. Research some family genealogy!

Twilight Velvet is a good mother. She's got two wonderful children and a loving husband, Night-light Sparkle. Who could be more deserving of a great Mother's Day?
Probably nopony, but her daughter Twilight Sparkle is sure to find a way to screw things up! Join Twilight (Jr.) as she learns more than she probably ever wanted to know about her family's ancestry.

Last Warning: This is a clopfic. Gratuitous sexual depictions to follow.
(Also, if it wasn't obvious, this fic involves incest.)

Published 2013-05-13 08:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-06-27 01:59:47 UTC

Chapter 1: All in the Family

“Happy Mother’s Day!” a pearly white unicorn with a blue streaked mane announced, barging through the door of his mother’s bedroom.

“Shining, what a nice surprise! Breakfast in bed...” Twilight Velvet regarded the tradition with a welcome smile. Sunlight streaming in through the window to alleviate her drowsiness.

It was almost noon, a little late for breakfast. But the tray laden with syrupy waffles, piping hot oatmeal, and buttery toast argued otherwise.

“Where’d you like this?” Shining Armor asked intent on serving the delectables fresh for maximum enjoyment. Every year without fail he brought her breakfast. A simple gesture, but one he took pride in. He figured it was the least he could do for the mare who had raised him.

“On the nightstand is fine dear,” Velvet replied, a twinge of disappointment appearing on her son’s face. She didn't notice.

Yawning and stretching, she always enjoyed an opportunity to spend quality time with loved ones. However, not quite awake enough yet to satiate her gullet. Though she appreciated the effort. Rather, she was intent on a different kind of morning service. And, as much as he tried to hide it, Velvet could tell her son was as well. Mother’s always know.

“Happy Mother’s Day,” Shining Armor repeated, bringing his muzzle close to hers for the impending kiss. His lips grazed cheek, pulling back as quickly as they had gone in. Not wanting to stay too long in fear of being mistaken for more than what it was. An expression of love, proper love, between a mother and her child. But it wasn't really what Shining wanted.

It wasn’t what Velvet wanted either. The fleeting motion teasing, barely registering on her skin. Just enough to arouse her. Like father, like son. The men in her family could never decide what they wanted.

“Oh please Shining, you can do better than that,” Velvet said playfully, Shining hovering on the periphery of the bed. “After all these years you don’t have to hold back you know. I’ll gladly accept your Mother’s Day present early.”

At that, two ponies were in the bed. Velvet accompanied by not her husband. Another kiss being offered to make up for the first: on the lips. One that allowed a prehensile tongue to probe inside and touch the nerves beyond her teeth teasing them and wrapping around her own tug in a salivating tug-of-war. Something forbidden.

Breakfast was served.

It was two days before Mother’s Day when Twilight Sparkle began her hunt for the prefect present.

“This is going to be so much fun!” Twilight squealed. She was barely able to contain her excitement over the prospect of learning something new. Before her sat rows and rows of books, all shelved with militaristic precision, in her favorite pattern: Dewey Decimal. It was her natural environment, the library. Though, not just any library, the Canterlot Archives. Possibly the only building in all Equestria that housed the knowledge she sought.

Magically flicking through the volumes, what she was searching for appeared: History of Unicorn Genealogy: Canterlot. The purple pony carefully levitated it down, some dust mites powdering her mane.

“Wow,” she gasped, turning the first few yellowed pages, “mom and dad should certainly be in here.”

Twilight always speculated her family’s history was closely tied to the monarchy. Her parents raised her in close contact with Canterlot elite. Her babysitter was a princess for Celestia's sake! But, actually thinking about it, her parents never talked much about the ponies they were before they met one another. Twilight sheltered from the knowledge of if she had any relatives other than her immediate family. Aunts, uncles, cousins, growing up she never knew any. Then again, she had never really thought to ask.

Returning to her research she looked under ‘Sparkle,’ flipping to a page detailing a branching diagram. The caption read ‘family tree’ underneath. Surprisingly, even though over six generations of ponies were listed, very few branches split off from the main trunk.

“That’s odd.” Twilight mumbled to herself, a bit perplexed, “it lists Mom and Dad as the son and daughter to Crescent and Gleam Sparkle. But that can’t be right… that would mean-”

Shining Armor continued to nuzzle his mother’s soft fur. It was so familiar. Actually, everything about her was familiar. Expected, he supposed, as she was the mare who raised him. Imprinted her femininity deep into his subconscious. Over the years Shining had perverted those platonic feelings into a smoldering lust. Not all together replacing them, but allowing their influence to dictate his fantasies as a maturing colt, until he had come to see his mother as his caretaker and a sexual being. Her ass, her breasts, her curves, every lock of hair, even her voice: all things he now desired in a mate.The fact that she had enabled him to live out these fantasies was probably not doing wonders for his psyche.

“Ohhh, that’s good Shiny. Your mother’s very proud,” she complimented him on his technique. Sliding slowly down, he licked every follicle of her coat into place. By now every one of his five senses could recognize her.

The taste of flesh, salty with a twinge of sweetness. Shining Armor tried to recall the first time suckling her teats. Those plush pillows swollen with milk, dangling and tender, but could only imagine what it had been like: his mother’s nipples erect, calling out, waiting to be drained. Too long of a wait and they would ache and begin to dribble. An act engineered by nature to be pleasurable for both parties involved. Velvet getting a milking and Shining Armor acquiring food. Perhaps breastfeeding was the first seed of their incestuous relationship. Wishing for a more vivid memory, he repeated the motion as he imagined. Velvet’s mammary slipped into his mouth between his hungry teeth, tongue teasing her nipple to stay rigid as his lips folded around it. Unthinking, he slurped greedily.

The smell of her mature sex dripping anticipation began to mix with her motherly aroma. Mothers have such unique scents. Given off to calm, to reassure, like after they embraced somepony in a teary hug. Juxtaposed, the two were particularly intoxicating, each flaring instinctive desires. One, to be loved, and the other, to love. Shining's penis surged underneath him pushing into the sheets of the bed. Both smells were seductive in their own way and Shining lost himself to dopamine induced bliss. Neurons fired in his brain telling him to mate: the more love he could give her, the more she would give him. Nose close to her marehood, enticed by its aroma, Shining used his horn to bisect her bosom, attending to Velvet’s stiff nub with a lick. Immediately she seized up at the sensation, involuntarily thrusting upward into her lover’s waiting maw, her soaked pussy grinding on her son’s face. Her musk kicked in as juice trickled into Shining’s mouth, pheromones provoking him to lap furiously at her insides. Face burrowed deep in her crotch he tasted a savory flavor with just a hint of something more. Like a secret ingredient to a homemade dish. Love.

The sound of her wetness humping his snout coalesced with a breathless moan, releasing some of the pressure building inside her. Combined, the two noises were auditory confirmation that she was ready for her real mother’s day gift.

“Stick it in me,” Velvet added, in case the message wasn’t clear.

Shining hastily ascended her body locking lips with her once again. Tongues lolled about, sharing the flavor of an aroused mare, until they broke away to attend the main event. Achingly, Velvet used her hooves to spread her labia and invited her son inside. Puffy lips adjoined her slickening orifice, winking at his stiffening shaft. Shining didn’t hesitate, aligning his dick to her hole. He slipped forward into his mother. The flare of his hood pressed against her entrance until it expanded to allow him access. The arduous movement of his cock traveling to her vagina was torturous. Made more so by the fact that he expanded inside of her resisting her vagina's attempt to milk his sperm, but only temporarily. As the length exited her crevasse she lathered it in her secretions, tethering her son's crotch to her own in a web of mare-juice. She squirmed, scooting towards him to hurry along his member's return trip.

“Shining.”

It was a simple statement. Just a name. But hearing her voice suck on every last syllable provoked Shining Armor to ravenously buck his hips into the canal that had sired him. Now in a groove, he slid in and out of her slit, speed increasing with each thrust. Liquids poured from the both of them to help assist their desire. Each drew curtailed breaths, indicative of the strain they were going through trying to maneuver their bodies closer and closer in anticipation of climax. Shining felt his rod twitch, a trigger in the back of his mind told him he should consummate the mare in front of him, spraying his load into her womb. Create a new life with one who had given him his own. But on the verge of explosion, he relented and released from his mother, falling backwards onto the bed. Unsheathed from her flank he ejaculated, splashing his seed onto Velvet’s posterior covering her cutie mark, as well as the bed. In return Velvet finally relaxed her muscles, allowing her fluids to also seep out onto the bedspread, joining her son’s. Their pony cum mixed in a pool of shared love: some from an older mare who still enjoyed a good rutting and some from a son who worshiped her flank. Tangled sheets lie around, sweaty and wrinkled, as the two ponies recoiled, spent.

“Well,” said Velvet after a long pause, “although I thoroughly enjoyed that, I think it’s finally time to get up.”

Easing off of the bed she headed for the bathroom, sticky strands sloshing between her thighs. The kind of mess she usually didn't expect first thing in the morning. A long awaited shower would be just the thing to wipe away yesterday’s, and now today’s, grime.

“Why don’t you go see what your father’s up to?”

“But what about your breakfast?” Shining protested, dick still flopping about lazily as it retracted. He worried that his efforts, including the part where he had gotten up early in order to cook, had gone to waste. Or hoping he could at least bring her some while in the shower.

“Oh I'm sorry dear,” Twilight Velvet stammered, embarrassed for accidentally dismissing her son's generosity, “I’ll be sure to have a bite as soon as I get out of the shower.” The answer again disappointing her son.

Breakfast was cold.

Author's Note

Dedicated to that special woman in every man's life: his mother.
Happy Mother's Day!
-IRpony

Chapter 2: Oh Brother!

Twilight failed. She still hadn’t gotten the perfect present, let alone a present at all. Worse, she was already at her parent’s house.

I bet Shiny got mom something really nice she brooded, wondering how to compensate for her efforts. Maybe some flowers? Or a nice piece of jewelry? A book? No, too expected. None of those things conveyed her true feelings. Besides, it was too late to do anything now. Potential solutions would have to wait.

Chomping down her oatmeal Twilight greeted her father, Night-light Sparkle, returning from his errands. A fresh bouquet of roses perched in his mouth. Twilight was glad she hadn’t done that. Dad always gets Mom flowers, duh.

“Something wrong pumpkin?” Night-light offered. Parental intuition.

“Ugghh,” huffed Twilight, prepping the room for her complaints, “I was going to surprise Mom by making a lovely histogram of our family, only the research materials were no help at all. I was sure with all the information here in Canterlot there would be something, but no. Apparently documenting over three-thousand years of history is an excuse to forget about the most recent hundred or so. I mean really, anypony would have assumed their research started with the most recent decedents working back from there…”

Night-light nodded, half-heartedly acknowledging his daughter as she droned on. Slipping a teabag out of the cabinet and into a steaming mug of water, he relaxed. It was best to have a little distraction when Twilight was being Twilight.

Suddenly, she chuckled. Something atypical of her usual rants. “Actually, you should speak with one of the castle’s reference librarians. Did you know they forgot to list one of you with parents? There’s only one pair noted for the both of you. Kind of silly, right?”

Night-light averted his gaze and set down his tea. Careless, should have seen it coming. In fact, looking at Twilight, he saw it building: the coming torrent of questions. Such a dangerous animal when provoked by curiosity, undoubtedly she would probe too far. Further than he was comfortable with at least.

They were going to wait to tell her when she was older, right? About their relationship? Well, maybe she already was older. And she was going to find out sooner or later...

Life in Canterlot was hectic. Royal duties had consumed each of the Sparkles in turn; Shining a soldier, Twilight apprentice to Celestia, Velvet an ambassador, Night-light a council member. Leaving very little time to reflect on trivial things like ‘who begot whom.’ Truthfully, it had been years since the last time any of them saw hide or hair of their relatives.

Unsure how to approach the subject, Night-light began with an aside, “So Twilight, you know you and your brother are purebred unicorns, right?”

“Obviously, since you and Mom are both unicorns.”

“And we’re purebreds as well.”

“So grandpa and grandma are unicorns. Makes sense. Why’s that unusual?”

“Well,” Night-light continued, hoping to avoid further detail, “it’s because Crescent and Gleam Sparkle, your grandparents, come from a long line of purebreds.”

“Okay. Though I’m sure plenty of unicorn families go back generations.”

“Yes but, in order to keep their bloodlines pure, those families chose to follow royal Canterlot tradition. To breed more powerful unicorns.”

“A royal tradition?” Twilight interjected, trying to listen to her father but eager to hear whatever secret it was obvious he was hiding, “What royal tradition? And what’s that got to do with-“

Then it hit her. Once, she read about an old tradition enacted to promoted inter-marriage of family members to breed desirable traits into future generations of equines. Traits useful to the monarchy, like magical aptitude in unicorns.

No.

“Wait. Does that mean grandma and grandpa are-?”

“Yes,” Night-light admitted reluctantly. Realizing she had figured it out, he cut her off before she could say more.

She said it anyway. “Brother and sister?”

“Yes,” Night-light repeated. He hoped telling her was the right thing to do.

“S-so wait, are you and Mom…” The purple mare’s throat closed around her words.

Ah, there it was. What he had been truly afraid of. “Yeah, but sweetie-” It was no use.

The confession broke the dam, her feelings flew out unfettered. “Oh my- it can’t… NO! Sweet Celestia, no!”

Taking her mentor’s name in vain; it was serious. Hyperventilating, daughter fell into father’s embrace, a soothing stroke brushing the nape of her neck.

“It’s not that hard to imagine. You and your brother are both very gifted unicorns. Your mother always expected you would find out eventually.”

“But i-isn’t that- isn’t that… ” calming down, but still blubbering a little, she still couldn’t bring herself to say it. Incest. It made her feel funny. It made her think about Shining. And she knew why.

“Does that mean Grandma and Grandpa forced the two of you to-?”

“No,” Night-light laughed awkwardly. He had forgotten how cute she was when all worked up like this, “I love your mother dearly. Growing up together we realized how important we were to one another. It was actually a relief when we found out about your grandparents and they consented to let us marry.”

“Does Shining know about this?” Twilight continued to press her father.

“He’s known for a while now. We, well- uh…”

“We hesitated to tell you,” Twilight Velvet interrupted, followed closely by Shining Armor, “and I’m sure you can imagine why Twilight. It must be a lot of pressure being Celestia’s star pupil. Better not to get involved in the semantics of something beyond your control. You know how you are.”

“Basically, you didn’t think I could handle the truth?” Twilight jabbed, feeling more than slightly betrayed. Velvet and Night-light exchanged a knowing glance.

“No honey, of course not,” Night-light consoled her, “we always intended to tell you.”

“Actually dear,” Twilight Velvet chimed in, “I thought you’d be happy when you found out. You know, since you and Shiny-”

“Mother!” Twilight shouted, rather incriminatingly. Causing her to blush and look away from her brother.

True, Twilight Sparkle had always had a crush on her brother. How could she not? He loved playing games, exploring, teaching her new things; all activities she enjoyed too. In fact the first spell she ever learned, how to illuminate her horn, she learned from her brother. Not that she had ever been scared of the dark or anything like that. Besides, it was frightening to talk to the other foals her age, let alone colts. What if they didn’t like her? What if she got teased? Or, worse yet, what if they just ignored her? She wasn’t good at handling rejection. Probably because she never gave anypony the chance.

An irritable heat emanated underneath her tail, by now a familiar sensation. Like that first day she tried something with Shining. She recalled walking home from classes one day a few years back. Her brother and Cadence in tow.

“So Shiny,” Twilight overheard Cadence say, “I heard it was your parent’s anniversary tonight. Think it would be a good time for us to…” the alicorn trailed off, hoping he would fill in the details. To her disappointment he did.

“I can’t. I gotta take care of Twily tonight.”

“Mmmm, that’s okay. You’re a good brother,” she relented, flicking her tail against Shining’s posterior coyly. “We can always try something another time anyways. Have a good night Shiny,” Cadence said, almost at a whisper, drawing her boyfriend in closer.

An obvious tactic, Twilight concluded, but effective. Cadence was good at this sort of teaching. Twilight hoped to lean lots from what Cadence referred to as ‘flirting.’ The little unicorn was getting a free demonstration now.

“Yeah -uh, good-night then,” said Shining Armor, fumbling his words before leaning in.

Closer. Closer. Their fur came to within an inch of one another. Cadence blushed, which was difficult considering her already rosy hue, and closed her eyes in expectation. But nothing came.

Crack.

Two horns clacked together. The pain of which was nothing compared to the embarrassment that followed.

“Er, I- um, sorry- I didn’t,” Shinning stammered without forming a coherent sentence. The pair refrained from looking at one another. Finally he managed a “goodbye” before retreating into his home and slamming the door. Amateurish. How did I screw that up? Now Cadence probably hates me.

Cadence stood taking in the scene rather dumbfounded. “Hmmm. Some ponies…” she remarked as the purple filly followed her brother inside.

“Ha-ha,” Twilight laughed, upon seeing the frustrated stallion, “Big Brother loves Cadence, Big Brother loves Cadence!” She began to dance, hopping around in a circle. Then, to rub it in more, she resorted to the best weapon available to somepony her age: “Cadence and Shiny lying in the hay. Rolling around, going all the way. First comes love, then comes marriage, then come ponies in a foaling carriage.”

“Hush up, you.” Shining feigned an attempt to silence her with a hoof. Twilight jumped away playfully.

“You’re so shy Shiny. You didn’t even kiss her.” Twilight could tell she was getting under her brother’s skin. She kind of enjoyed it. It was the type of thing she imagined siblings did all the time. “Actually, I bet you’ve never made out with any mares before.”

“Sure I have,” Shining countered defiantly.

“Nuh-uh, if you had then why’d you clonk Cadence on the head?”

“That has nothing to do with it. Plus I said be quiet.” Shining tried to ignore his sister’s taunts but wasn’t doing a very good job. Mostly because she was right.

That evening progressed as usual. Twilight and Shining went off to separate rooms to complete their schoolwork; a bevy of spells and incantations to serve them as adults in a unicorn society. Twilight practiced her precision levitating. To set the table for dinner, she floated plates and cups out of the cabinets to their proper places. Sticking to the schedule, food was to be served at promptly six o’clock. She expected her brother would be joining her soon.

However, she waited. And waited. Nopony came.

“Shining,” she called through the house, “food's ready.”

Again no response. Except she swore she could hear creaking coming from down the hall. Like somepony jumping up and down on a bed, accompanied by heavy breathing.

Walking, she swung open the door to Shining’s room, “Didn’t you hear me? I said dinner’s ready.”

“Whoa, hey Twiley,” Shining exclaimed, out of breath for some reason. Rolling over on his stomach he smiled politely, hasty movements made it obvious.

Oh right, Twilight concluded, Cadence. He must still be upset about that.

Seeing this moment of temporary weakness, Twilight formed a plan. Shining hadn’t ever kissed a mare. She had never kissed anypony either. Maybe they could use what Cadence taught her to solve their mutual problem. Taking a deep breath and swallowing, Twilight remembered the times she hadn’t asked out those potential someponies. She did not want to be rejected. But it was her brother, somepony she would have no problem doing this with. Somepony she liked. No- somepony she loved.

Just take it slow. “You know,” Twilight said, making her move, “we could practice.”

“What?” Shining replied, pretending not to hear.

“Kissing. You, me- I don’t mind.”

“Twiley, you’re my sister.”

“That’s true,” she admitted, “but I’m still a mare. And doesn’t that count for anything?” She batted her eyelashes and sat down next to Shining on the bed. He didn’t move.

It’s working, she told herself.

“I-I don’t know… it wouldn’t be the same,” Shining said.

“Oh, yeah right. I bet you’re just scared you’ll screw it up again,” instigated Twilight.

“No.”

“Then prove it. Or, admit I’m right,” Twilight smirked innocently at her ultimatum. The trap was set. Now she had only to wait.

Shining turned over and sat up. Using the opportunity, Twilight snuck a peek at his groin, seeing his flared stallion penis jutting out. What did she expect? He was a male after all. Of course, that’s why she looked there in the first place; but she regretted letting curiosity get the better of her. Civil society dictated ponies should be considerate of one another’s sex, as most just tended to ignore it day-to-day.The exited stallion leaned over, taking her hooves in his. It was a fragile connection. Rife with inhibitions, like at any moment either of them would pull away but, by some miracle, stayed. Their proximity closed and Twilight felt hot breath fog the area at the end of their snouts.

Pause. She didn’t know what to do next. First, she never imagined she would get this far. Years of fanaticizing about the all-important ‘first kiss’ rendered her quite the romantic. Two individuals drawing on their mutual attraction for one another, mentally and physically giving in to love: that was magic. Something she had always wanted to experience. Second, she should have lowered her expectations.

Lips touched. Good, as she had been expecting a horn slap. With that out of the way Twilight began her evaluation. No tongue, dry, forceful, sloppy technique. Her brother was terrible, just laying his lips on hers, expecting, for some reason, that the timid motion could convey a passionate and fiery love. Nothing like what a first kiss should be.

Ewww, no effort, D-.

Corrections were in order. Cadence would have had her partner drooling all over himself by now. Inexperienced but eager, Twilight forced her mouth into his. She had to have this: a first kiss was an important step in a young mare’s life after all. Mashing into him multiplied the sensation of pleasure between them. Though crude in their ability, any and all actions performed on their virgin bodies provoked new feelings of euphoria. Quantity was preferred over quality. Pawing each other, Shining returned the favor inspired by his sister’s enthusiasm. Spit lathered between, pooling in the creases where lip met cheek. Jockeying for position, Twilight extended a probing tongue. Finding his, she ran her own salivating appendage down its length, in a massage. Hay lingered, its flavor emulsified upon Shining’s taste buds, as he savored a hint of it from the solitary bite of dinner Twilight snuck.

Entwined and wrestling for dominance, the siblings licked at each other until they finally had to pull back, bodies aching for oxygen as much as carnality. Eyes shut Twilight could feel a switch flip in the back of her mind, restraint melting away. No longer was it her brother before her but rather a mate, a stallion. To put it crudely, a rut buddy. When that had happened she didn't know, nor did she care. All she knew was she was feeling… hot.

Getting better… C

Recovering, Shining took a moment to boast, “Ha, see? I told you.”

“It was alright,” Twilight relented. A definitive bulge swelled to attention underneath her brother, now undeniably erect. Twilight licked her lips, cleaning the remnants of their make out session form around her mouth.

Ready for round two, she knew she could push him further, “But I’ve seen you kiss mom better than that.”

That was probably a little much. Already he was right where she wanted him. And he had shown no signs of stopping half way. Teasingly, Twilight rose from the bed to straddle her sibling, giving him a nice view.

“Hey Shining, you wanna-“

She didn’t get a chance. Reaching out, Shining Armor groped her waiting ass with both hooves. Lifting her delicate frame onto his face while lying back, he squeezed her butt together, forming a pleasing plump. Releasing her overtop him, the mass of quivering fat came down squarely upon his face. Greedily, he ran his virgin tongue against her pouty pony pussy simultaneously inhaling. Her bouquet rose in his sinuses. It smelled wonderful. Scent betrayed the truth of the situation: that under a dignified and composed exterior was a horny slut, waiting for the chance to escape. Probably still a little scared too, judging by the bitter taste of ammonia around her sex. The baseness of which excised the flavor of hay that had previously been such a delight.

Content of skipping further foreplay as well, Twilight copied her brother swallowing his genitals in a hungry gulp. It was a massive amount to take in for the first time, but she had practiced a few times before. Like at summer camp, when she took an ear of corn to see if she could fit it down her gullet. She could. And she stuck it in other places as well. Bobbing up and down, pretending that corn was in her mouth again, she sucked off his meat. He bucked at the resistance and she squirted back down at him, both her orifices now drooling. Ravenously the two siblings ate at each other, dinner long forgotten, enjoying the feeling of pressure building inside of them.

“Twiley,” coughed Shining as he drowned in her juices, “it’s… I’m gonna-“

Twilight didn’t heed her brother’s warning. Unrelentingly, she enveloped his dick and sucked as long and as hard as she could, feeling the load surfacing from within him as the penis twitched.

Sploosh

A large eruption of hot spunk emptied into Twilight’s waiting maw. Enthusiastically, the magical mare drank as much of the salty secretion as she could manage, before suction between lips and phallus broke, releasing the rest of his load onto her chest in short bursts.

Heat cascading down her throat and filling her belly, Twilight’s muscles clenched, vacating her essence onto her brother’s intrusive muzzle.

Lesson learned, A+

The exchange of bodily fluids did not seem to diffuse the situation. Cleaning off his member, Twilight savored the flavor of cum. Salty with a sweet undertone, a dash of oats here or there, maybe barley; quite a unique finish as it slid down the throat. However there was still some material to cover. Fully lubricated, Twilight’s wet slit darkened the comforter staining the fabric.

“I want it,” she demanded of her mate.

Eager to please, Shining rolled over his sister and positioned his drooping phallus at her entrance. Its retreat back into its sheath halted only a moment, needing encouragement to push its lust.

“Com’on Shining rut me. Rut me!”

Forcing his flopping appendage into her winking orifice, Shining Armor grunted. It was a forceful, primal noise from his gut. His mare needed him to fulfill the most basic instinct of his existence. If ever he needed to shorten his refractory period, it was now.

“Shiny, hurry up,” the wanton mare begged.

Looking down between his legs in this haze of pleasure he was able to reaffirm something. Cadence. Since the siblings had stopped their make out session he hadn’t been thinking about her. His thoughts had been focused solely on Twilight. Funny how all this time growing up together he had never thought of her as that. But now, he couldn’t think of a better word to describe her: sexy.

Flesh gave way to a smacking sound, as fat reverberated with each impact of hips on ass. The two ponies humped furiously, spreading the natural lubricant of their love making around their groins. Gaining traction, Shining pushed off the mattress in a series of thrusts, bringing the brunt of his weight down on Twilight’s form. The force of which almost bucked her off the bed. Twilight was lost in an epiphany of lust. She could hardly care about her surroundings as she tore at the sheet to back her posterior into her brother. All she wanted was for him to have better access. To ram his long shaft deeper and deeper into her folds. Which is exactly what he did.

“Oh Shiny, that’s so amazing…” Twilight gasped, hardly able to contain her excitement.

Shining was having trouble as well. He slowed, withdrawing his cock less and less with each thrust. The rapid halting motion signaled his intent.

“Shiny no,” Twilight reprimanded, momentarily coming out of her stupor, “you can’t cum inside, I’ll get pregnant.”

Her brother was close and wasn’t intent on stopping. For an instant her body betrayed her. Some part of her actually wanted this. Sopping vagina sloshed and squirted, inviting the warm torrent of semen to spill into her. Seed her with potential foals, ponies that would grow up to be excellent unicorns, perhaps even more powerful than their incestuous parents. The instinct made sense.

Using the last of her self-control, Twilight offered an alternative, “Anal. Please Shining, shoot it in my butt.”
A mare offering him anal? Like he could miss this opportunity…

In surprise and eager for the transition, Shining withdrew his phallus, resting it on the crest of Twilight’s buttocks. Slippery with mare cum, he teased the rose-budded entrance with his flare, massaging at the hole. Twilight took a deep breath and prepared for the worst. She should have been a little more daring with her corn on the cob when she had the chance.

Forcing her head down and ass up, Shining mounted his sister. The first inch of his stallionhood slid into her puckered hole.

“Gaahhhh!” Twilight yelped, trying to acclimate to the strange sensation. Her pussy convulsed underneath them, disappointed that it could feel her other hole vying for attention. Naturally, Twilight tightened against the intrusion, clenching around Shining’s dick and holding him fast.

“You’ve gotta loosen up a little Twilight,” Shining observed, “if you don’t it’s not going to fit.”

“Hmmmfh, obviously,” she responded, breaking the intimacy a little.

Her anus pulsated as she visualized releasing her bowels. It’s no different, it’s just like taking a reverse-

Then she felt it. Deep within her a very familiar sensation arose, distracting her from the pleasures of having her rectum plugged. It told her things could end very badly.

“Shining I think I have to-“

“Ahh, hold on Twiley,” Shining said continuing to assault his sister’s rear. That same jerking motion she had felt in her pussy now present in her ass.

At once, everything came. Shining soiled the inside of his little sister, the opposite of where she had taken it previously. This time she couldn’t use her tongue to taste it, but it still gave a very pleasurable feeling of being warm and full. The feeling sparked the same reaction as when she had felt it hit her throat. Her marehood drained a sticky fluid of its own out onto the bed, further dampening the already soaked sheets. However there was still an emergency. Pressing her cheeks together as hard as she could, Twilight made a mad dash for the bathroom as she dripped cum across the floor.

“Twiley?” Shining said surprised, now reclining on the bed. His stallionhood expended but proud of its performance. Even managing an encore.

Reaching the edge of the porcelain, Twilight relaxed her sphincter emptying her bowels.

Just in time. By a slim margin, she had avoided a rather unpleasant accident. Semen and other unmentionables polluted the water below, the results of taking her anal virginity. Sitting on the toilet in her post coitus state, Twilight realized the magnitude of what she had done. Innocently she had played her brother into outright banging her. What would it mean for their relationship in the future? Could she ever look at him the same way again, after having sex with a member of her own family?

It was still too early tell.

Chapter 3: The Family That Plays Together, Stays Together

Turns out three years made all the difference. Twilight assumed she buried a mistake in her past. A single moment of weakness when her emotions got the better of her. Coincidentally, with running off to Ponyville and Shining joining the military, she was afforded the chance to leave these confusing feelings behind. And for the longest time she hadn’t thought about it. But the moment her brother came back into her life: heart fluttered, throat tightened, and she felt a little queasy. Maybe time apart made it worse. Too much anticipation was self-destructive after all.

What’s wrong with me? She demanded, concerned she might have contracted some sort of disease. The pain coming as a slow clenching. And, she thought it odd she was saying this, but it literally felt like a knot had formed in her stomach.

“So you knew?” Twilight’s voice cracked, barely managing to finish out the question. Eyes searching her parents' faces, as if confirming what her mother said could make the sickness subside. Illness a symptom of confusion a misunderstanding. It did not. Another part of her secretly acknowledging the truth her mind would not accept. Growing wet and impatient in the gap between her thighs. Sabotaging her will.

“Really Twilight, you should give us some credit as parents. It would be awful if our own children were having sex and we didn’t even know,” Velvet said, joining her husband in the kitchen. She nibbled playfully at Night-light’s ear, pushing up against the kitchen counter, banging on a cabinet door that refused to get out of their way. He bit back, sucking her neck. She rolled her head to the side, granting him better access to nuzzle her satin skin.

Twilight, trying to retain some modesty, looked away. Though not at Shining. She couldn’t manage that yet. The memory of being taken by him rose once again and her symptoms flared. Those thoughts didn’t belong. They were making her ill, causing uncertainty to cloud her judgment. Basic need for his affection was illogical. There were other stallions that could satisfy her bestial desires. And if that couldn’t be arranged she knew- certain spells. Aware of society’s rules; what the other ponies would think. Just because her family legacy of such debauchery didn’t excuse her actions. Sex with her brother was a mistake, that was all. But if that were the case, then how come the only thing she could think about was getting a chance to do it again?

“The main thing is we’re not mad Twilight. In fact, it’s quite the opposite,” Night-light assured as Velvet continued to poke and prod, causing him to dribble some tea down his front, “It’s okay to show the ones you love just how much they mean to you. Sex can be many things, but for somepony special, it is the physical manifestation of that love.”

Twilight Velvet stole the last of his words planting a sensuous kiss across his lips, ending with a playful tug using her teeth. Nigh-light set down his tea. “What your father’s trying to say is love's complicated. It’s something you have to decide for yourself. And, when you’re ready, share it.” Velvet giggled at her daughter’s continued silence, “Looks like we should provide an example.”

Taking more than a quick peck this time Velvet dove in, mashing her snout into her husband’s. Drawing his tongue into the vacuum between their mouths, they struggled to taste one another, saliva sealing the conjoining orifices. Night-light returned the gesture by illuminating his horn and focusing a simple psionic upon her fur. The hair stood static under the glow as Velvet felt several intrusive magical fields ravaging her curves. Each once acted independent, squeezing or rubbing or pushing at her body. Her breasts pushed together, compacted to the point where it felt like there was no more room between them, and then released. The motion repeated over and over she bucked lightly. Delighted in part due to the precision of the spell which provided equally distributed amounts of pressure across her form. One magic field proceeded to fold itself, slipping between her plump mounds, and then expanded all at once opening her sopping pussy with a ‘pop.’ At the intrusion she gasped, then retaliated, enveloping her husband’s most sensitive spot in her own magical aura. Tugging the dangling pouch until its contents erected, much to her excitement.

Stunned that her parents were heatedly fondling each other and quickly progressing toward full blown intercourse, Twilight did the one thing she was most practiced at: she sat and studied the situation. Shouldn’t she be revolted? Wasn’t there some societal influence to condemn this action? Not only were her parents literally going at one another unabashed, but they were siblings. Didn’t that matter?

No. It didn’t. Twilight shook her head, surprised at the confidence in her conclusion, but it was true. That moment, nothing else mattered to her parents. Strangely enchanting such a sensual sense expression could exist between two ponies. Each of their movements so refined it belied the hours of exploration it must have taken place to memorize exactly what each of them wanted from a sexual encounter.

Twilight realized the emotion welling up in her wasn’t disgust over what she had done in the past. It was jealousy. Envious she wasn’t able to experience the connection her parents had. Angry she wasn’t courageous enough to rebel at what society dictated. And depressed that maybe she had missed her chance to ever be with Shining again. All the time spent thinking about her brother and that night, wondering if she could come up with another excuse. Just to let him know that she wanted something more than a brother. That everything they had done was okay because it felt so right. Perhaps a wasted effort.

Velvet and Night-light continued to wrestle across the kitchen tile. Mother mare playfully took a long, lavishing lick at Father’s behind. Cleaning the area from taint to tail, spit enticed the crevasse to arousal. Visibly, Night-light shivered, the wet skin exposed to air, made sensitive to even the slightest breeze. Large hanging spheres swung pendulously between his legs as his scrotum acclimated to its new saliva coating. Spit dripping down, prepping for the inevitable debauchery. Intrigued by Velvet’s friskiness, he indulged a sniff at her backside, judging how his efforts were coming along. Apparently, he was doing very nicely because a musky odor permeated from between her cresting flanks. Arousal rolled into his sinuses and devoted his mind completely to pleasuring her. So the magical massage continued to pound her body, unrelenting. Side by side now, his mare plucking hungrily at his distending shaft, Night-light planted his snout on her flank and took another deep, suffocating breath. Hairs from her rear tickled the inside of his nostrils as he kept nuzzling her fine lacquered coat. A quick flick of the tongue allowed him to taste her cutie mark: stars resonant of bitter earthen flavors, a hint of saccharine perhaps, this due to being a freshly showered mare. Twilight Velvet reeled at the attempt on her rear, sputtering loudly in a combination of grunts and moans. Purple and white tail flicked back to fend him away, but only managed to entice his lust further; wafting her scent around the room. Fruitless in her efforts, she decided the only appropriate course of action would be to perpetrate her own erogenous attack. Deftly cupping her husband’s scrotum with her fore-hooves, Velvet allowed her pursed lips to draw some of the forgotten smegma from around the base of his loins. Proceeding, she bisected his testis with a probing tongue eventually sucking one of them into her maw for a taste. She swirled it around relishing the textures and flavors of its package before allowing it to fall back to its standby position. Over the years she had been allowed to become intimately acquainted with such a delicate part of her husband. Far be it for a male to show any kind of weakness. Every suck, nibble, pinch and prod carefully placed to ensure pleasure, not pain.

Shining watched his little sister continue to squirm at the sight of their parents. An enlightening experience, if not mentally scarring. The deliberate fondness of each action as lovers crisscrossed, searching out their favorite spots. Breaking away from the spectacle for a moment, he considered Twilight. It was curious. She grown more beautiful in their time apart, maturing in the areas he had hoped, but it wasn’t really the reason he felt attracted to her. Well, to be fair, his throbbing sex was appreciative of her looks, but it was mainly the familiarity of her body. The fact that he was comfortable thinking about her as his pride swelled beneath him. Like there was something just right about mounting her supple frame and whispering that he would take care of her into her ear. The only mare who knew him better was probably his own mother. And considering how much he loved her…

“Twilight.”

Ever the big brother, Shining could see the timidness in her eyes as she watched the contorting ponies on the ground. Studious as always, thought Shining.

“Twiley,” Shining repeated.

No response.

By now Twilight Velvet and Night-light were on act two of their performance: the presentation. The playful mare straddled her husband’s chest, laying pouty pony pussy out on display. Its sopping heat left a trail of need stuck to him as her puffy lips winked, pleading for attention. Night-light lifted his head to the paunch, simultaneously stimulating her anus with a wet nose. The flesh gave way initially. Cheeks spreading, until Velvet shuttered, her muscles contracting around the familiar phallic shape of his snout, inviting him to remain lodged in her pale, finely toned ass. Incensed by female aroma, Night-light licked the sopping passage, spreading her labia wide and stimulating her clit. Also his nose buried itself deeper into her perfect little doughnut anus, satisfying the needs of both her holes. In shock more of Velvet’s essence trickled out. A reward for his diligence.

Obviously enjoying herself, but not wanting to be outdone, Velvet looked down at the full girth of her mate’s heaving rod. The member jiggled up and down cutely as Night-light worked, feverishly eating out her behind. Inviting as it was, she bypassed it, favoring something a bit more teasing.

“Yeeeiy!” Night-light yelped, breaking the typical sexual oratory by letting out a rather un-manly squeal. Velvet’s tongue now lapped his own puckered plot-hole, readying it for a spell. The attention, while not what he was accustomed to, wasn’t necessarily unwanted. Gradually Night-light relaxed, but felt a pressure building at the budded entrance. Velvet solidified a magical field; the presence penetrating a few centimeters into his anal passage. Night-light emitted a solitary grunt over the sensation. As his sphincter clenched and unclenched, the aura slid further and further in, filling up the hole. The pressure on his prostate drove his already formidable penis to new lengths as it stiffened further, determined to satisfy his frisky lover. He bucked softly up at her, practically begging for any sort of resistance against the pulsating phallus. Confirming his groans of pleasure, Velvet relented, returning her attention to his demanding sex. However, again she did not immediately satisfy its wish, sadistically noting her methods must be driving him crazy since his lapping at her genitals ceased. She also took a moment to dispel the force rooting around inside of his ass. All his attention was to be focused on this moment. That way its impact would be greater. Carefully, she lowered her snout to his stallionhood making sure not to contact it and exhaled, caressing it with a cloud of moist pony-temperature heat. Night-light shook uncontrollably, disgruntled that she had barely touched him yet elicited such manic need.

He voiced concern, barely above a whisper, “C’mon honey. That’s not fair…”

“Fine, spoilsport,” she mocked, “I’ll have a taste.”

Starting at the tip she slowly, painstakingly, enveloped his flare in her cheeks. Having them puff out around its circumference. Coyly, she offered her tongue at his urethra, relishing a dribble of pre-cum that surfaced there. No wonder they named her Velvet. She was a goddess with her tongue and it was as soft as her namesake. The long appendage skillfully wrapped around his dick and took a single pump all the way to the base. Velvet watching her stallion’s scrotum pulse as she ascended back up the shaft, pausing again at its head for a loud slurp before popping her lips off it. The depressing of her lungs resulted in a sultry “ahhhh” as if she had just enjoyed a refreshing beverage. Her scintillating display made her children acknowledge she was indeed sexy, in every sense of the word.

Shining couldn’t stand waiting anymore. There would be no more mixed feelings or ‘could-haves.’ He needed to clear things up. “Sis, I think we should tal-”

Twilight Sparkle didn’t give him the chance. Immediately, Shining was tackled to the ground, purple pony using her full weight to overcome him. She dug her face into his broad chest, soft white hairs matted against her own plush violet coat. He coddled the younger mare in his hooves, strangely feeling his fur dampen. Tears poured from her eyes, the sobbing coming uncontrollably. Shining was surprised Twilight’s emotions finally managed to surface. He never could tell exactly what she was thinking. In some sense it was a relief. That means she must feel the same way.

“I-I’m so… it’s just that,” sniffled Twilight, unable to finish a thought as she attempted to cover her face. “I can’t, I just Shiny- I just, I want…”

The words wouldn’t come. Her intellect failed, leaving her powerless to fend off her feelings. Those same fears as when she was little crept into her mind producing a storm of doubt. What if he rejects me? If he doesn’t feel the same way as I do about him? Why do I feel like this in the first place? This is so wrong…

She squeezed her eyes tight trying to dam up the tears, continuing to utter nonsense. Seeing her resolve crumple, Shining decided it was his duty to take the initiative.

“Don’t,” he stated simply, “Some things don’t need to be understood. If they feel right, then there has to be something good about them, right?” Shining leaned rose his head to Twilight’s ear and whispered, “I love you sis.”

“Oh look hon, the kids are finally getting along,” Twilight Velvet remarked, taking a break from fornicating to see her offspring pawing at each other. She continued to invigorate her husband’s phallus, taking precise steps to escalate the procedure. Currently she was at the stage where she had ingested about half of its length, deep throating it quite nicely.
“Mmhm,” Night-light agreed, though he was unable to pay attention to anything other than his wife’s protrusive posterior. Its sights and smells re-stimulated his carnality, wanting again to pleasure her holes. Where to start was the question.

That delicious slobbering pussy? Her beckoning ringed anus? Or… Once more he found himself returning to his favorite spot: a cleft of flesh that stretched between tush and tail. The patch wasn’t covered in the soft fur of her coat or by the long silks of her tail. It was simply bare like her marehood. And even though she had washed earlier, it was one of those ‘hard to reach’ places, basted in a bit of yesterday’s juices. So the refined flavor of a mature female still waited in the creases of her loins. Tilting his head, Night-light aligned his snout for a suckling. Hearing his wife inhale sharply, he knew he hit the right spot.

“Oh my goodness Nighty-night… that’s amazing,” Velvet let the compliment slip as well as the pet name, thoroughly pleased that she had a mate so generous and willing. Truly, Shining still had a lot to learn.

He was doing his best though. Taking after their parents, the contorting forms of Twilight Sparkle and Shining Armor were expressing the pent-up desires that were three years coming. There wasn’t as much care in the process, just a sense of urgency. Their only purpose was to sate their growing lust. Furiously grappling each other, Twilight stopped crying to focus her attention on prepping for their inevitable mating. Atop him, her resulting movement was a desperate attempt to grind her marehood into his groin. However sloppily done, it did seem to work since Shining’s cock springing to life, intent on delivering its load into his sister proper.

“Oh Shiny, please. I-I need it. I want you to fill me up,” the purple pony begged.

Forcefully, Shining pushed his sister to the ground, trading places so that now he was on top. Looking up, she wrapped her fore-hooves behind him and pulled, closing in for a kiss before his genitals slid into her winking crotch. As the pair began to buck in excitement, Shining felt his sister hump back at him, following his rod out of her drenched marehood. The priority: getting the shaft back into her as quickly as possible. Juices spilled forth, congealing with spit and sweat, to create suction between two bodies. Pounding away, Twilight recognized the familiar sensation of her brother halting inside of her. His thrusts grew more erratic, betraying his intentions. He started to pull out, but Twilight kinetically stopped him with an aura of magic.

“No, it’s okay Shiny. I want it.”

They were the words he’d been waiting to hear. Shining surged forward at the invitation to seed his little sister. A few final strokes from her pulsating vaginal walls prompted the flood of semen. Heat pouring into her: giving her a warm, full feeling. It was like nothing she ever felt before. As if all the sex pervious to this encounter was just meaningless bucking. She found her true mate, a special somepony to share love with. Still caught up in the moment, Shining lowered his mouth around Twilight’s horn and gave it a powerful slurp.

Perhaps she had spoken too soon. This was like nothing she ever felt before. Twilight had no idea horns could work that way. Of course she knew they were sensitive, but to use it so deviantly… Her mind went blank, and for a moment all she could feel tingling at the base of her spine. Then a surge shuttered from her pelvis, erupting as a plume of opaque fluid which painted her brother’s invading phallus. She lurched up into her brother’s waiting embrace, panting. His member still sheathed inside her. The two hugged, each unwilling to let go, as tears returned to Twilight’s eyes.

“Thank you Big Brother. Thank you for sharing with me.”

Moving past foreplay, Velvet and Nigh-light were ready to proceed with full blown intercourse. They had done a fair job exiting each other for the main event. Her yawing vagina easily swallowed her husband’s rod with an un-ladylike squelch. Hopping up and down, the missus brought her vagina down the entire length of the shaft, slapping lightly against his balls, creaming the base and scrotum with cum. The full range of her movement was quite impressive, as she managed to lean over and nuzzle Night-light while still keeping pace. Building inside of her, his cock expanded to push out against the interior of her vagina. Its flare prompting a healthy amount of mare lubricant to escape. Feeling the cock’s growth peak inside her, Velvet quickly dismounted, much to her husband’s chagrin.

“Don’t worry dear,” she coaxed, obviously with a plan, “Let’s just try something new.”

Cradling the penis between her voluptuous breasts, Velvet began shifting again. Using magic to steady the motion Velvet’s tits bounced, letting him feel vibrations through her soft fat rather than the typical slap of mammaries on his stomach. Breasts continued to mash against his heaving erection until he couldn’t take it anymore. For the grand finale, Velvet spread her haunches across his lap, boobs bobbing to a halt. Leaning over, she enveloped the tip of her husband’s pride in one massive gulp, greedily slurping at it to draw out her prize. And come it did, hot sperm shooting everywhere, coating his wife in sticky secretions.

“Well that was a little hasty,” Velvet shot at Night-light, somewhat disappointed that her husband had climaxed without her. Though, it was a cruel expectation, as there was really no way resist her efforts. Laying in bliss, the collective of ponies exhaled. Father, Mother, Daughter, Son. Twilight personally felt a heavy weight lifting, the knot in her stomach untangling. So far she had only studied in friendship, but ‘love’ was perhaps a stronger emotion still.

Her mother turned to her, “So, do you want to switch?”

Twilight considered for a moment what her father would feel like. Different than Shining for sure. Passionate, with experience. For the most part what Twilight and Shiny did was experimenting.

Wow, I really must be a perverted pony, Twilight reconciled, dripping over the idea of her father, thinking about sex this much.

The floor of the kitchen now interspersed with pooling sex juices, accommodated the seeping kinkiness of the ponies. The room saturated with the smells of shame and lust.

“What? We could go all at once if you prefer…” Velvet said, insinuating that the two incestuous pairs combine to become an incestuous orgy. Her daughter intrigued by the proposition and obviously her son not having any objections.
Beckoning, Velvet slid off her mount and sidled over to hook a hoof around Shining. She prodded vainly at his retracting bulge. Shining struggled to overcome his physical limitations on willpower alone smelling the permeating arousal of his mother.

Fortunately, Night-light had plenty of experience with the refractory period. Being a male it was a frustrating problem, but being a unicorn, the solution was easy.

“Another round?” Night-light urged, “Guess we wouldn’t want to disappoint our ladies, would we?”

With that, his father focused, conjuring a magical blue aura beneath each of them. The cylindrical projections spurring their stallionhoods back to full size. The magic washed over their shafts bathing them with a thousand little pinpricks. To Shining it was similar to what it felt like when his leg fell asleep. Only this time it was his penis. The pleasure culminated, pressure building within his testicles. Semen loaded at the base of the barrel, ready to fire. Shining’s rod stiffed to the point where every pulse of blood thumped it against his belly in excitement. Devious smiles spread across their partner’s faces as the mares realized there would be more entertainment this evening.

Velvet wiggled atop her husband, healthy backside jiggling invitingly at Shining. Her son pounced upon it. Rubbing his chest against her arching back he brought himself up to her flushed rear, stabbing at the entrance. It was no less than what she deserved after all her teasing, as now she was the mare begging for it.

“Shining, I can’t wait- let me have it,” she groaned, backing into him so her marehood could slobber across the top of his penis. Now wet, it slipped between her thighs massaging her tulip-ed opening with a messy squelch.

Seeing her brother entrenched in her mother caused Twilight to succumb to a new level of depravity. It was a primal feeling, embarrassing for sompony who considered herself above the ‘base urges of animals.’ She could feel her ass waving back and forth, pleading to get pounded. Maybe it wasn’t so bad. After all, she had given in to her brother, who cares how much further she went now? In fact, it was sort of relaxing: letting go. Not taking the time to criticize every action. Only need and instinct drove her. She had lost control.

Night-light could see his daughter struggling. Evidenced by the strained look on her face. Judging by how things progressed so far, he concluded he and the Mrs. actually did a fairly good job acclimating her to their family situation. Also, watching and hearing the scene between Velvet and Shining put him back in the mood. Though he didn’t want to pressure Twilight into anything. His little filly already had such a big day.

The puddle on the floor spoke for her though. Shouted really, advertising a sensuous odor like a sample of the latest Canterlot perfume. Which compelled Night-light to respond: appearing next to her.

“Twilight,” he whispered “if it’s too much-”

“No dad, I want to. Really.”

She was still extremely sensitive from her earlier rutting, but at this point Twilight was willing to try anything. Which was good, because Night-light planned on making things a little more interesting.

“Over there,” he instructed as she turned to face her mother, “and get down.”

Twilight squeezed herself underneath Velvet, pushing her purple head past her mother’s swaying teats. Shining didn’t stop pounding away. Still ensnared in the heat of the moment, Twilight lapped up the residue left in the gap between mother and brother. Then looking back on her form, she saw Night-light draw close, sandwiching her and Velvet between the two stallions.

“Oh my gosh,” Twilight moaned, “this- mother I can’t believe… this is- just so impossible.”

“Well life is about more than just friendships dear.”

On either side, fluids and magic gushed from the orifices of the ponies. The mares attended to each other’s holes as well as their stallions' members. Involuntarily, as the ponies neared climax, magic flooded from their horns out across their mingling bodies, mashing them closer and closer together. That prickly feeling enrapturing each of them in turn. Never before had Twilight been as close to her family. Literally and physically. Her parents were right. She was lucky to be able to share this experience with those ponies she loved most. It would be complicated, but she could get used to this. Seizing up, mother and daughter released. Shining and Night-light feeling the shiver of vaginas stroke against their phalluses came as well. Sperm once again giving Twilight that warm safe feeling. Now being able to share with her father as much as she was her brother.

Twilight smiled. Completely satisfied she was able to continue the family tradition. Celestia was due for a letter, detailing the only love stronger than friendship: family.

“H-happy Mother’s Day.”