Mother’s Day. A day for bouquets, phone calls, meals out, and copious quantities of orgasms for the mare who shoved your squalling, flailing, entirely unhelpful foalish body through a three-inch hole when you were very, very young.

Seriously folks. Blame Regidar. This would have remained a Very Bad Idea in my head if not for him. Blame. Blaaaaaaaaame!

Story incomplete; couldn't get it wrapped up in time for the deadline (CURSE YOU SID MEIER!!!), but I wanted to post this; the rest of it will be out in the next week or two, as I churn out chapters.

Tags: NC-17. So very, very NC-17. Incest (and lots of it), F/F, F/F/F/F, M/F, Foalcon, Mother/Son, Mother/Daughter, Some Very Squicky Things Involving Peat Bogs – you have been warned. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.

No cover art because I couldn't bring myself to do that to any of the suitable pics I could find. If anybody has donations, they're welcome!

Bwahahahahaha!