School Daze

My parents met in a back alley in Manehattan. At least that’s what I figured out when I grew up. It must have been when my father got tired of his legally married life and just began to search for pleasure in his life. My life began nine months later. I had always wondered why I looked different than my sister Sunstar. Then came the day where our new maid entered into my life. She was my mother. It was right before he took me on my one hunting trip.

My family life was tense after she entered into the mathematical equation known as my childhood. Valencia used to be nice to me; but after she noticed that I looked almost identical to the maid- well, let’s just say that she almost left my father for his infidelity. This just caused me to get closer to my mother. Her name was Minute Maid and I loved her with all my heart. She would tell me of lands far across the sea where she had come from and filled my head with tales of powerful knights and princesses. It calmed me down.

Then she told me that I was a special filly and I shouldn’t believe all the rumors that the others servants spread about her. They had said that she was only there to take care of me and that I was an illegitimate child. Because I was so young I didn’t understand what they meant then; I do now and maybe that was something that made me do what I did. Yes, I shot those two ponies because of what some no-name servants said about my whore mother. The sheer stupidity of that statement just made me bleed internally.

Then she told me that we were related. You don’t know how happy I was that she told me that I had a good reason as to why I felt different than anybody else in the manor. She and I were inseparable. Whenever she was cleaning some shit I was listening to her stories. Everything was perfect. Until I awoke one night and heard the Creaking Thing again.

My earliest memory was of the Creaking Thing. Once I woke up in my darkened room; light poured in through my blinds and painted shadows on my walls. My floor that had some creaky boards was completely terrifying. I thought that a monster was creeping stealthily towards the head of my bed to gobble me up. I didn’t move a muscle at all. I wanted to stay as silent as possible so as to survive the night. I waited and waited and waited. But nothing happened. I eased a hoof down to my floor and walked down to where the Creaking Thing was coming from. I stopped right in front of my parents door. (This was before the maid entered into the picture.) I took a look inside and got a face full of my father and his wife going at it hard core. I didn’t know what to think. My parents were in the room where the Creaking Thing was coming from and they looked radiant. That was the first time I ever touched my mound.

It was a weird first time. Getting off on seeing your parents (or at least who you thought were your parents) bump uglies and like it. Yeah, see why I worship my Filth? Well I was furiously trying to masterbate right then and there even though I was completely inexperienced and just ran my hoof in circles around my slit. Looking back, it was a complete mess cause when I found my g-spot I almost cried out in ecstasy from the shock that came from my honeypot. Thank Celestia I stifled it because that would have been awkward.

I don’t know why I just shared that memory but this is show and tell so...I guess it makes sense.

Back to the second time I heard the Creaking Thing. It wasn’t like the first time I heard it since my father and his now estranged wife (nearly, I still don’t know how they’re still married. Who’s the crazy ones?) slept in completely different bedrooms. Valencia had started to bring home rich friends to fuck on the weekends. I saw a cavalcade of colorful rich ponies enter into her chambers. Her personal chambers were all the rage in Manehattan. I only realize now that my father still hasn’t killed her for doing that. Probably because he was so embarrassed that his wife had made his friend’s jest come true in front of his eyes.

So my father started banging my mother yet again. At least she was a pro about it. She had had years of practice on the streets of Manehattan and Celestia knows where else giving stallions a pleasurable ride for a few bits. She was rolling in the bits when compared to the beggars that I saw everyday when I stared down at the alleyways from my room. Their gaunt faces were badges of honor gained through years of sleeping outside in the cold. Their belongings were just what they could carry. Most of them wore rags since the Manhattan winters were so cold and snow-filled that the new hobos that weren’t ready died in droves. The hobo: the definition of survival of the fittest.

So color me unsurprised when I followed the Creaking Thing for the second time in my life and found my mother, Minute Maid, giving a blowjob to my father. I just stood there and watched the motions go down. A few minutes of this and that. A momentary lull in the action cause my father was out of breath. And randomly my father tensed up and orgasmed all over her face. Meh. I had seen better jobs in movies and I knew those were fake. I learned that the Creaking Thing was sex. And that sex could be really boring if your partner had no staying power.