Author's Note

Again, sometimes things need to be scrapped.

This is the original cut of A Sweet Surprise. The biggest problem here ended up being a rather underwhelming reveal of recursive incest impregnation by Hondo. Rarity is actually Sweetie Belle's birth mother. So it's pretty twisted as far as kinks go, but I like my stories to have some modicum of sense and plot. While it did have the latter, it didn't have the former, so I had to scrap a fair bit of the original story and rewrite something else entirely. Not much to say about it. This was just something that needed to be rewritten.

A Sweet Surprise (First Draft) - [Sweetie] [Rarity] [Hondo] [Cookie Crumble] [Incest] [Cum Inflation] [Impregnation] [Orgy] [Vaginal Sex] [Anal sex] [Dildos] [Blowjob] [Anthro]

There was something wrong with Rarity.

Sweetie could always discern her sister’ mood with ease whenever she was working on her clothes. If she ignored Sweetie and was talking to herself, she was busy. If she was just talking to herself, she was frustrated and needed heavy doses of ice cream. If she was quiet and yet didn’t complain about the ruckus of Sweetie falling down half a flight of stairs, something was bothering her dearly.

Sweetie let her light steps pitter-patter down the remaining stairs and into the boutique proper, shaking off the last twinges of pain. The large showing room was still its usual impeccably clean self, a side effect to Rarity’s self-imposed demand for orderly chaos.

“Rarity?”

Her sister twitched and turned around, idly sucking on a pen. Rarity often complimented her by saying she had a model’s hourglass physique, but Rarity was not someone to shake a stick at either. Perfect cheekbones and full lips, pert breasts, ivory fur groomed to a gleaming sheen, and a narrow waist that just seemed to make her hips saunter no matter how hard she tried. Rarity could bait anypony she wanted just by walking outside.

“Sweetie, sorry dear. I’ve just been a little distracted working on an order,” she said. “There’s a letter on the kitchen table you should see.”

Really now? It might provide answers for why Rarity was bothered by something. Sweetie had a job with a modeling agency every weekend, but being a tuesday, she wanted to hang out with Applebloom. Scootaloo had unfortunately moved to Manehatten with her father a few years back.

Resigned and with a little time to kill, Sweetie wandered into the kitchen and resisted the urge to eat one of the a cream-filled eclairs Rarity had on a platter; her weight was unfortunately strictly maintained. The letter itself looked like cheap stationary one would find in a strip mall. The return address was near Hoofington, but it was the pair of names that explained everything.

Sweetie Belle loved her parents. Rarity’s feeling were a little more... complicated. No wonder she was distracted.

Their parents were coming home. Tomorrow.

“Ah don’t get it. Why wouldn’t Rares like her folks?”

“I don’t know. She always just brushes me off and makes excuses, but I can tell.”

Applebloom pulled out around four sandwiches and started wolfing them down on the shores of Ponyville Lake. Whereas Sweetie was as slim and svelte as a dancer, Applebloom had followed in her sister’s footsteps in terms of physique. She had lost much of her girlish youth and charm and had grown into a lean and muscular mare.

“Y’know, you never talk about yer folks all that much,” Applebloom commented.

Huh, now that Sweetie thought about it, Bloom was right. Most of their youth was devoted to finding their cutie marks and helping others. Talks about Bloom were usually about the farm. Scootaloo talked about the next big adventure and tried to convince Sweetie to bat her eyelashes and lie her ass off; a pretty face was very useful when Sweetie wanted something she couldn’t have.

Sweetie dredged her brain for the memories. “Mom got into some money—I don’t remember how—and wanted to see the world. She and dad have been traveling ever since. Griffon Kingdoms, Zebrica, a guided tour of bits of Mareasia and their steam ponies, the frozen north. They’ve been all over the place and send pictures and postcards and all sorts of cool stuff.”

“Sounds pretty awesome.”

“I know, right! I’ve got boxes of awesome stuff back at home. When Dad was in the Badlands, he sent some musket balls and a shell casing he says was from Big Iron himself. Rarity just...” Sweetie waved her hand back and forth. “Just sort of waves off everything they send her and ends up giving most of it to me. It normally takes her a week or so to read their letters. I don’t think she likes them all that much. She doesn’t yell at them or anything when they stop by, but she gets sort of, I dunno, frosty.”

Something shifted in Applebloom’s expression. “How often they come back?”

“Most major holidays. Rarity’s all lovey-dovey, pretty Miss Perfect when dad’s around, but I don’t think she likes mom.”

Applebloom drummed her fingers. “Sounds more like she wants first crack at yer folks.”

“What do you—”

“Jus’ hear me out. Rarity all but raised ya, Sweetie. She loves ya fer sure, but that don’t mean she ain’t bitter about it.” She shook her head. “Jus’ me guessin’, anyway. There’s one way to know fer sure.”

“And that is?”

“Take a leaf out of Scoots’ book. Break in when nopony’s the wiser.”

Sweetie the lounge singer. Applebloom the builder. Scootaloo the burglar.

They were far too much of a bad influence on each other.

“Onto more pleasant things.” Applebloom interrupted. Sweetie nodded her agreement; there was no use theorizing about Rarity’s ire until she knew more. Applebloom pulled out a contraption with a series of several belts. She flicked a switch and showed it off. Sweetie felt her face go crimson as a fleshy bit of the mechanized cylinder started pumping up and down on its own in a suggestive manner.

“Finally got the bugger workin’.”

Nights with Applebloom were always vigorous in the most toe-curling way, but as much as Sweetie wanted to say yes to everything the farm filly had to offer, doing so would often leave her without feeling in her legs. Enjoying time with a friend was top of her list on how to spend her day, but Applebloom kicked her out after morning chores came rolling by. Sweetie munched on an apple as she meandered her way through town, her legs bowed slightly to alleviate the slight burning in her bum from Applebloom’s contraption.

Sweetie wanted to walk home barefoot and feel the course dirt grains and leafy grass between her bare toes, but there was a shoe line job she was hoping to get and they’d have a conniption if her legs were anything less than flawless and uncalloused. She knew very well she was pretty, and a lot of doors opened up to her because of that, but it came with its own bag of annoyances.

Sweetie stopped.

Cookie’s silhouette was in the Boutique window.

The mare was milling around their kitchen judging from the shadow. Sweetie’s first instinct was to throw open the door and greet her, but that wasn’t the goal. This would require secrecy and a fair bit of rusty skills dredged from the back of her brain. If she wanted to listen in and find out what Rarity might be hiding from her, now was the chance.

Her next deed would have Rarity go into seizures: she spat into her hands and rubbed them together. She gave herself a good twenty paces before sprinting full tilt at the Boutique. Sweetie learned a lot of things in her life. Rarity taught her the power of allure and a sharp mind, Applebloom could build just about anything, and Scootaloo taught her the finer points of breaking and entering.

Sweetie jumped at the last minute, clawing for the small awning. It took a second try, but her slim arms managed to hoist herself up and onto the first floor roof. Her own window wasn’t locked and she slipped inside, quietly landing on her room’s carpeted floor. She heard voices almost immediately. Gently closing the window to dim the sounds of Ponyville, her ears twitched and perked to catch the wandering voices. Hondo had joined Rarity in her her room while mother remained downstairs.

Sweetie opened her closet and shuffled past her many dresses and shoes. There were only two layers of thin dry wall between her room and Rarity’s if she slipped inside her closet. Even before she pressed her ears against the wall, nestled in a small cocoon of old CMC costumes she could bring herself to throw away, she heard their voices.

Rarity’s voice chimed first. Sweetie knew her elder had an encyclopedia of charms, moods, and smiles, but the one she heard had no precedent: resignation. “...just came of age last year. Sweetie’s made a life for herself now. I’m plenty capable of professing gratitude, father, but understand my caution when stopping by for a visit feels like an attempt to reinsert yourselves back in our lives.”

“Rarity, I—”

Rarity overrode him. “You left me alone!” she hissed. Sweetie could hear Rarity’s gentle step pacing in place ever-so slightly. Hondo, it sounded, was sitting on Rarity’s bed.

Sweetie just barely heard Rarity’s practiced and dainty sigh. She continued, “I’m sorry, you did not deserve that, but it’s hard to let go that you left me to raise Sweetie myself. I’m not angry. I’ve let that particular baggage go.”

Rarity walked to the bed and settled herself down, the bed squeaking under the added weight.

“I sense a ‘but’ coming.”

“I’m not angry, but I just...” Rarity trailed off.

“Coming back brings up old wounds?”

“Indeed. I love Sweetie Belle. I will burn my store down before letting anything harm her, but mother just stopping by and hoping to be a family at her convenience doesn’t bode well, but I expect that of her. I did not expect it of you.”

Ever the daddy’s girl. Whenever their parents visited, Rarity went to Hondo first, said thanks to him, was happy to see him. There was always love in her voice, even if it was strained at times. Cookie was an airhead to match Derpy, but Sweetie never saw that as a reason to dislike her.

There was a slight smack of a kiss and the sound of a hand rubbing against fur. Rarity must have leaned into him and he was comforting her. “I understand if you still feel a little bitter, honey. I know it is not an excuse, but your mother is a bit of a... free spirit. I fell in love with that, and she’s given me you, just as you’ve given me Sweetie Belle. You wanted to raise Sweetie yourself.” Another little chaste kiss. “I love you for that, but someone needs to look out for your mother and her impulses.”

Rarity gave a very undignified snort. “Let us not beat around the bush, father. Mom’s a little on the dim side. I don’t fault her for it, and I understand you needed to look out for her more than be at my beck and call—”

“I am sure you could string about half of Ponyville’s males by showing your navel,” Hondo interrupted.

Sweetie stuck her fist in her mouth to stop herself from giggling, a problem Rarity did not have as her laughter chimed from the adjacent room. Showing skin was Rarity’s way of getting gifts she wanted but couldn’t afford.

“—and,” Rarity continued, the mirth evident in her voice. After they died down, her she took on a more somber tone. “I accept mother’s wanderlust cannot be tamed. I wouldn’t trade Sweetie’s troublesome streak for anything, despite the property damage she has incurred over the years. And I wouldn’t change you. There is no such thing as a perfect family. A family is perfect once you accept them for whom they are.”

“That is... surprisingly mature and philosophical, honey.”

“Sweetie Belle said that to me the day after she tried to make Applejack her sister.”

Sweetie couldn’t stop the laugh before she clamped a hand over her mouth. The cold sweat already ran down spine before she realized Hondo’s simultaneous laughter hid the sound.

“Atta girl. Have to say she follows in your footsteps more than mine. I recall you making a police getup from newspaper once and trying to arrest me when I had to go out to a PTA meeting.”

“An unfortunate incident that will not fall upon pony ears other than our own.”

Sweetie rubbed her hands together. Not a chance in hell.

“Can you forgive your mother?”

Rarity sighed. “For Sweetie, yes.”

Their discussions seemed to be over, however, if the ensuing silence was any indication. She had missed no doubt a good chunk of the conversation beforehand, but Rarity’s grievance was easy to identify. Cookie was an awesome mother. She was so full of life and wonder every time she visited, but Rarity felt abandoned. Cookie was always so happy and devoted every time Sweetie saw her, but where she treasured those moments together, Rarity saw the absences more.

What was that?

...

...

She must be mishearing things.

Sweetie twitched an ear and pressed it full against the wall. There was no way she actually heard...

Oh.

Oh dear.

Oh god no.

That was a sound she knew, and knew well; the last time she heard it, Applebloom was making it when she was getting her chest massaged.

A little bit of wet smacking confirmed it. Rarity and Hondo were kissing.

Every fiber of her being locked in place, even her breath as her brain struggled to reboot and process what she was hearing. Despite the shock, she felt her nethers moisten a little as the current acts of lewd desire mimicked her own wanton desires last night with her fillyhood friend.

The bed squeaked. Sweetie imagined Rarity letting herself fall to the bed as her father rolled on top of her. Sweetie remembered her sister saying it was generally best to not be too assertive; letting others take the lead was often its own reward in a lover’s eyes, proof that they’ve conquered something. To get what you want sometimes involved letting something go.

“I suppose this is pity sex or something?”

A bolt shot through Sweetie’s heart. Rampant guessing was one thing, but open admission?

“Anything for my beautiful daughter.” Rarity doesn’t complain. She giggled. “I’ll come back every year and show you much I love you, baby.”

Sweetie bit a finger to keep herself from making any noise. The blossoming sounds of amorous lovemaking were leaking through the walls and violating her virgin ears.

‘You’ve just let your friend ride your ass last night,’ she reminded herself. Each of the crusaders had their own kink. Scootaloo liked to be mock arrested and fucked, Applebloom liked to bring in toys, and Sweetie had a fondness for anal sex. Once, Applebloom mounted her and rode her backside while Big Mac and Applebloom were upstairs. The thrill of getting caught had her whimpering in seconds and the orgasm more thunderous than any before. The taboo of getting caught, the embarrassment of Applejack finding out, was absolutely irresistible.

Rarity it appeared had a forbidden taboo of her own.

Sweetie sniffed the air. The familiar scent of her own arousal brushed by her nose, refreshing the memories of her session not one day prior. This was something even more unacceptable than getting caught with her pants down and ass in the air, it it was making it so very wet.

She couldn’t say why she hadn’t already jumped out the window. She didn’t even know when her hand slipped into her pants and started rubbing against her moist pussy lips. She swore she could smell something far more musky than her own delicate scent. Her mind immediately conjured up a picture of her father stallionhood caged behind his pants, rubbing up against Rarity’s crotch. The musk of a stallion ready to breed.

“Just let me take it off.”

“Wait, I don’t want it to wrinkle!” Sweetie could hear movie fabric, but it didn’t take long for a loud crack to cut the air and Rarity squeal in pain and delight. “I will never understand your desire to play with my tushie.”

“I like seeing the white turn red, hon.” Another spank and Rarity’s cry of passion set Sweetie’s own diddling into double time. Sweetie admitted her sister was attractive, and Rarity taught her how useful being a flirt could be. Rarity’s perky ass was the focus of more than one fingering session. There was something hypnotic about butts to Sweetie, from Scootaloo’s lean booty in booty shorts, to the Pinkie’s badonkadonk that seemingly had its own gravity.

Rarity’s next cry of lust was muffled conjured the image of her lying down with her ass in the air, biting a pillow as she presented herself to Hondo. Rarity would swish her tail to spread her marehood’s sweet aroma around the room, beads of arousal running running down her leg and ruining her perfectly conditioned fur. Hondo hummed his approval, and when that too was muffled, Rarity’s pants and groans told Sweetie exactly what his mouth was doing.

Sweetie pulled down her top and started massaging her little chest. She wasn’t quite as endowed as Rarity, less curvy and more pixyish, but she loved her boobs. She rolled a nipple between her fingers and gave it a slight pinch as her other hand pushed her pants down to her thighs. She was far too horny to discard them entirely and quickly busied herself by curling a finger inside her wet cunt. She found that sweet spot inside that made her hips buck against her palm, grinding against her clit. The idea of a prim and proper lady and socialite that beds her father was a fetish she didn’t know she had.

“Daddy!” Rarity moaned. Sweetie could tell she was biting her lips as Hondo went down on her, eating out the foremost untouchable Ponyville mare. Perhaps it was less she was looking for the perfect marriage, and more Rarity already had a stallion she wanted to bed more than any other. The one stallion she trusted, always there for her when she needed, always willing to give her a good, hard dicking if she batted her eyelashes and pulled up her dress.

Sweetie cried her release into the afternoon air, manhandling her tits while her sheath contracted around her slick fingers. There was always something lovely about having her own fingers coated in her own love juices, the exciting feeling of slickness.

She clamped her hand over her mouth. The heat from her self love session now turned into a frigid cold sweat rolling down her back. SIlence filled the air and every second felt like a little tightening of the noose now fastened around her neck.

There were two types of Rarity hustles: dainty mare and ‘oh shit’, the latter of which was reserved when she was absolutely sure no one was around. Before Sweetie could so much as get up, let alone make it back to the window, Rarity was already throwing open her door. Sweetie’s shirt was rumpled, her mane was no doubt in disarray, and she had yet to pull her pants up. After a few steps, Rarity had eyes on her and could see everything down to the slickness coating her hand.

Rarity was only wearing one of her lines of stockings and lingerie, a vivid ebony that contrasted with her pure white fur. She was disheveled and messy, the fur running down her legs matted with her own marecum. Rarity possessed a mother’s set of breasts, but they were perfect in just about every way down to the erect nipples. Sweetie’s efforts to button up her pants froze when their gaze met, Sweetie still wedge into her own closet.

“How much of that did you—”

If she was talking about the conversation or the sex, Sweetie couldn’t tell. Rarity also froze as another pair of footsteps came up the stairs.

Cookie was watching her from the door.

Sweetie Belle turned herself away from the doorway. She had seen Rarity naked plenty of times after they’d taken turns for the shower, but mother was in the doorway, and Sweetie didn’t want to call attention to the fact that her pants weren’t all the way on by trying to do them up. Rarity seemed completely unconcerned that her butt was towards Cookie and the results of the coupling with Hondo were currently running down her leg. No, Rarity ignored absolutely everything except her.

After so many years in each other’s company, Sweetie found it strange that she couldn’t identify what exactly Rarity was thinking. There was panic at first, but the thin line formed by Rarity’s luscious lips quickly shifted to a neutral expression.

Rarity held out a manicured hand. Seven hells, what did she hope to do to explain away what was going on? Jumping out the window felt ill-advised now that she had a crown. Sweetie met her sister’s grasp and Rarity’s warm fingers curled around her own.

Cookie didn’t say anything as Rarity led her out of the room. No chastising Rarity for her state of undress, or Sweetie for masturbating herself to orgasm. Hell, a little dim as Cookie may be, it wasn’t hard to figure out who Rarity was shagging giving the number of people in the house.

Oh gods, she grasped Rarity’s hand with the one that fingered herself!

Rarity did not protest the slickness of Sweetie’s fingers, questioningly enough, something just as puzzling as Cookie following in step behind her as Rarity’s magnificent, globular rear led the eldest and youngest in the family to Rarity’s room. She was grounded hard enough to be sent to the salt mines, soa visual grope wouldn’t hurt.

Hondo was thankfully dressed and standing in the far corner of the room, stroking his mustache. Thank god he was clothed, but she could still see a firm outline in his pants. Her father's erection wasn’t the biggest obstacle to overcome, only realizing far too late that was the wrong way of describing the situation to herself. The real distraction was Rarity’s nervous twitching of her tail. Getting an eyeful of that ass by accidental or deliberate intent was appreciated, but not appropriate given the circumstances and the twitching was spreading Rarity’s womanly scent with every nervous flick. The scent of arousal was still in the air and easily picked up by a pony’s keen nose.

Rarity’s room was fairly standard for a beautician and socialite, containing much of her usual flair. Despite it being her safe space, a single mannequin was pressed into the corner near Rarity’s expansive walk-in closet. It was so much bigger than Sweetie’s own bedroom, a minor grudge it took a long time to bury. Bigger it may be and filled with only four people, it still felt claustrophobic as Sweetie sat down on a loveseat to stop her knees from shaking.

“I suppose we have some explaining to do,” Rarity said.

But it was Cookie, not Rarity, that started explaining. “Rarity always was a bit of a daddy’s girl.” Rarity puffed her cheeks and pouted. "She’d give him valentines, make modifications to his suits, and all sorts of little things. One night, I heard Rarity actively engaging in a stress relief session. My dear Hondo’s name was called more than once.”

Rarity was ivory cheeks were now beet red. Even Hondo looked embarrassed.

“Now Rarity was almost as much of a shut-in as Twilight and never socialized with anyone outside us, so I proposed a little something to Hondo in order to have Rarity work out some frustrations. She was getting to that age where suppressing her libido would be unhealthy. He took some convincing, but agreed.”

Rarity taught her the wisdom of wathcing her words. For a half second, the ‘SHUT UP’ filter shorted out. “After all the times I’ve seen her fawn over dad, I bet she enjoyed that,” she blurted.

“Sweetie!” she protested. Hondo was sniggering quietly to himself.

“She sure did,” Cookie smiled at Rarity, who had the gall to look indignant after screwing her own father while mom was downstairs. “She might as well have been flying with the spring she had in her step the next few days.”

“Mother!”

Cookie laughed, but gave her eldest and Hondo a warm smile before turning back on her. “It’s a sort of become a tradition of ours, Sweetie. Whenever we have a get-together, we take the time to enjoy the pleasures of each other’s company. You are old enough to join if you wish.”

She saw the brief flash of hope in Rarity’s eyes. Yes, Sweetie liked thinking about her sister’s body more than once, appreciative of physical beauty. Could Rarity feel the same? She turned to Hondo, whom gave her a look that said it was her choice, but she still saw movement in his groin. Sweetie shifted her legs back and forth to try and soothe the new burn between her thighs. She had a chance to feel that same passionate love her sister felt.

“Rarity?”

“Yes, Sweetie?”

“Can I... can I watch you and dad?”

Rarity stepped forward to hug her, and then came in for an electrical kiss. “Of course.”

Rarity twirled happily and dove for Hondo’s lips. Heh, she even did the little leg pop as she wrapped her arms around his neck and secured herself to him. Listening was one thing, but seeing it was completely another.

Just as Rarity led her by the hand before, Cookie guided her to Rarity’s plush bed. Sitting down first, Cookie pulled Sweetie Belle into her lap and hugged her close. Mother was still clothed, but it provided her with the perfect angle when Rarity finally parted and drew him to the bed. It was the look on Hondo’s face that made Sweetie watch. He did not care that he had an audience, or that he was making out with his own daughter with his wife in the room. His eyes never drifted from Rarity and drank in her naked, alabaster curves. She was his mare, his mate, his love.

“Look at that,” Cookie said as they climbed into bed. “Some may view our family’s love as wrong, or immoral, but look at my darling. See how he worships the very ground she walks on? Look at her and tell me she has ever loved a pony more than him. Why would I take this away from them in the name of decency?”

Despite performing at her request, Sweetie didn’t see Hondo or Rarity even acknowledging they weren’t alone. Rarity continued to kiss her father for as long as she could until she pulled his hastily thrown on shirt over his head. Age was creeping up on him with the tinge of gray in his mane and mustache that was his pride. He didn’t retain possess the same sculpted physique as his daughters, and it was none more evident than in his slight beer belly, but neither sister cared. He was their father and loved them both dearly.

Sweetie jumped a little as Cookie’s hands drifted from her stomach to the bottom of her breasts. Looking up, Cookie was giving her a questioning glance. As Sweetie gave her a nod, a pair of hands drifted under her shirt and played with the little tuft of fur on her sternum. Sweetie always liked to groom it; it felt as soft as goose down between her fingers. A magical pair of fingers worked her breasts and rolled her slowly hardening niples under their delicate and experienced touch. Perhaps mom had practiced her technique on Rarity. The thought alone made her pussy tremble.

Rarity pulled away from Hondo, panting and sweating, eyes alight with fresh lust. Now that she thought about it, it didn’t sound like Rarity or Hondo had climaxed earlier when she came. No doubt the two of them were far more pent up than she realized, now realizing she’d interrupted some delicate lovemaking. Rarity was wasting no time, tearing at Hondo’s pants and popping the button off. Sweetie gasped as Hondo’s cock flared to life like a dragon waking from torpor. It was very much like a tankard, fat and stout, suffering in terms of length but thick enough to split a mare in half. Sweetie saw several sticky splotches in his pants along with several rivulets running down his rigid white shaft.

“Where do you put it all?” Sweetie asked Rarity admirably.

Rarity’s laugh chimed like a bell. “I’ve had practice, and plenty of it.”

Rarity’s now messy locks scattered as she shook her head to prepare for the plunge. It reminded her so much of Applebloom’s sweat body after a day of hard labor, or the occasional sneak peeks she stole of her brother and sister. Rarity dropped like a gavel and all but inhaled half of Hondo’s dick in one gulp. Sweetie could see the outline of Hondo’s stallionhood bulge in her throat. Sweetie placed a hand on her pussy and rubbed her fingers along her lips, feeling the wetness gather between her fingers as she watched the show.

Back went Rarity’s head and a few more inches disappeared on the downstroke. An ivory hand cupped Hondo’s balls and rolled them gently in the palm. Reverent was Rarity’s worship of the stallionhood that served to create both sisters; sinking that magnificent dick down her throat was equal parts desire and duty. Sweetie sunk a finger into her own moist depths as Cookie pinched her nipples and a little moan escaped her lips, joining Hondo’s as Rarity deepthroated her father. Gagging and squishing came from the mare as she impaled herself until she finally released the beast from her welcome lips. With a great gasp of breath, she plunged one final time and sank herself all the way down to the hilt.

There Rarity lay prostrated, mouth enveloping the fattest dick Sweetie had ever dared imagine, her ass in the air waiting to be mounted like a common harlot. Sweetie sunk another finger into her depths and bucked her hips as she found that sweet spot deep inside. The palm of her hand rubbed against her own aching clit. Pimp and proper Rarity, now displaying a mix of whorish lust and marital love. It was the last thing she ever expected out of her sister, and the memory of today was going to go down as the hottest thing Sweetie had ever seen.

Rarity’s eyes met her own. Beads of sweat rolled down her face and made her perfect mane stick. Her lips were still spread around cock, but Sweetie could still see her smiling.

“Sis, you are so trashy and I love you for it.”

A faint chuckling rumbled from Hondo’s dick and Rarity slid herself off and gasped for breath. Several strings of spit and precum connected her mouth to her favored cock as if trying to lead her back. “Let us start the main event for you, Sweetie. Do enjoy yourself.”

Rarity swung a leg over and straddled Hondo. Hondo’s dick was trapped between the warm lips of Rarity’s dripping nethers. Violet locks scattered every which way across Rarity’s back and stopped just short of her full bum. Goddesses, that disheveled look worked so well for her. Sweetie jumped and squeaked as Cookie affectionately bit her neck. Sweetie forgot to continue her ministrations altogether as her mother pinched her nipples and pulled them out from her chest as she slid her tongue all along her neck and to her jawline.

“Now, now, don’t let yourself cum too quickly, honey. We’ve only just started.”

Sweetie pulled her hand from her cunt and grabbed her mother by the back of her head, smearing her mane with marecum in the process. It was all worth it as she drew Cookie in for a kiss and their tongues twirled together in a time-honored dance. She might have just been waiting for Sweetie to take the initiative, but Sweetie immediately took the advantage and pressed the momentum, dominating her mother’s tongue.

“You’re a good kisser,” Cookie panted as they parted, faces flushed.

“I’ve had practice kissing mares.”

“Are we going to see a pretty little filly gathered into the herd?”

Sweetie shrugged. “I swing a little both ways.”

Mother and daughter were distracted by the almost frantically mating pair before them. Rarity was lubing up her father’s dick with a layer of her own feminine juices in addition to a fine layer of spit. They were already kissing and moaning like animals in a rut. Sweetie’s eyes were drawn to Rarity’s fantastic ass. She’s grown fond of Applebloom’s muscular buttocks, so the light fat clinging to Rarity’s butt didn’t appeal to her as much. What Rarity had going for her was although they may be shaky, they were perfectly round and stuck out from Rarity’s backside like a pair of watchful eyes. She could probably settle a wineglass within the space of that asscrack with room to spare. Rarity’s tits were big enough to make her look like she’d already been pregnant, but her fine ass was Sweetie’s favorite feature.

Rarity raised her butt and poised her dripping slit over her father’s cock. It sprang upwards upon finally being released from the confines of her wet cunt and fat ass. They finally parted their lips, but from the way it sounded it was less from desire to show off and more because they were running out of air. “Now I always love a kiss from my darling daughters, honey, but don’t you think you should turn around so Sweetie Belle can see you?”

“No need, father. I happen to know Sweetie has a certain fondness for looking at derrieres, be they belonging to mares or stallions. I don’t think she’ll mind when she sees my butt moving up and down your nice, hard cock.”

It was the first time Sweetie had ever heard her say something so profane. Sweetie gave her mother one more kiss and then wrapped a hand around Cookie’s manicured fingers before placing her hand between Sweetie’s legs. Cookie obeyed the command and slipped a finger into her daughter’s cunt.

A high keening noise cut the air as Sweetie let her head rest between her mother’s breasts. Hondo’s fat cockhead slipped inside Rarity and she announced that she had finally been coupled with her stallion. Sweetie had a much smaller waist than her sister, while the eldest had large, child-bearing hips and a narrow waist. Desperation and not having gotten off earlier clung to the pair like a cloak; Rarity put both hands on Hondo’s shoulders while he held her thighs, both of their tails intertwined like lovers. The air was filled with the sound of smacking flesh as Rarity’s cunt swallowed her father’s dick even easier than her slutty mouth did. Cookie was matching pace with them, now up to three fingers and thrusting into Sweetie’s cunt with abandon. Sweetie bucked her hips and gasped while she was penetrated.

“Mommy!”

“Daddy!”

Both girls rapidly ascended the slopes of pleasure under the deft touch of their parents. Sweetie’s eyes were glued to Rarity’s bouncing ass and the cock that slid into her stretched marehood. Ever bounce sent her butt rippling up and down, swaying back and forth every time she rode that cock like a true cowgirl. Every ripple and vein of his dick was swallowed by that tight but cavernous cunt. As Rarity’s ass rose, Sweetie saw that magical dick coated in a thin sheen of marecum. It was a monster roaring to life as it was released from its prison, Sweetie’s own cunt feeling an envious, jealous twinge. Rarity’s nether lips suddenly parted and revealed the cock head that had speared her.

Rarity rose too far and Hondo’s dick popped out. Rarity reached behind her to grab it and direct it at her empty flower, but Sweetie got there first. Hondo’s dick was far warmer to the touch than she thought. She could feel every little crease and vein under her delicate fingers. It was so very wet and slick, clinging to her fingers far more than her own excitement; that must have been Hondo’s precum rather than Rarity’s. Rarity’s bedroom was hotboxing her with the smell of arousal, every twitch of the tail spreading it about, but now her face was almost flush with both pairs of genitals. The wet and feminine slit was something she was quite familiar with, but she’d only played with an actual dick a grant total of twice. The present was the best time to learn as her fingers passed over Hondo’s medial ring. Now that she thought about it, it was the first time she had ever taken the time to properly examine a dick not attached to Scootaloo or Applebloom.

“I’ve got it for you.”

Rarity blew her a kiss and settled her rump to make another plunge. Cookie’s ministrations were lost on her now. All she saw were those magnificent globes. Rarity shrieked as Sweetie’s tongue lapped at her clit. Nostrils filled with her heady, musky scent, Sweetie’s tongue stroked from the very top of her clit to the cleft of her butt.

“A little distracted, honey?” Hondo teased, watching her from under Rarity’s legs. Rarity’s reply was a thoughtless grumble of syllables as Sweetie went back for another taste. Rarity was often oiled and perfumed like a Canterlot nance, but now all she could smell was that scent Sweetie associated with breeding time. A little salty and tart, but her mind was so delirious with lust she couldn’t have cared less. The sisters had shared everything with each other, and now they were sharing love.

Sweetie put a hand on her butt and guided her down to Hondo’s throbbing prick. She could feel his heartbeat and the twitching that had come from her tonguing Rarity. Instinct took over and Rarity began riding her father again, clearly ready to cum. Cookie shifted and now she was on her back, taking advantage of Sweetie presenting her ass to the air. She smiled at her mother underneath her as Cookie licked her cunt and started sucking on her clit while her fingers worked their magic. Sweetie humped her mother’s face as her own orgasm approached like a freight train. Both sisters were ready to pop.

She contented herself by lying her head on the bed, watching the spectacle unfold as Cookie pleasured her. She wanted to take one of Hondo’s balls into her mouth, to lick his cock clean. She wanted to dive into Rarity’s snatch and drink her dry, but she dared not interrupt the magic occurring between father and daughter. This was something special, something the two of of them. If only Rarity’s magical ass didn’t look so goddamn appealing.

Sweetie couldn’t stop herself. Butts had possessed her tonight and were making her do unspeakable things and Sweetie had come to one conclusion: that ass was a witch.

Smack!

Rarity cried out in delight and pain as Sweetie spanked her hard enough to leave a reddish tinge to her skin behind her fur-covered buttchecks. Rarity looked behind her, eyes glazed with lust, pleading an unspoken wish.

Smack!

Her little hand gave the other buttcheck a mathcing print. Rarity seized up and screamed her release. Sweetie could feel Cookie bite her ass, marking her as the fingers curled in her cunt and stroked her g-spot. She joined her sister’s cry of release while basking in the pleasant warmth of sister and mother, bucking her hips into the hand pleasuring her marehood.

It wasn’t enough. As she came down from her peak, more content than ever in the loving hands of family, that itch of lust still wasn’t satisfied. She’d grown used to a mechanic’s hands and devices plunging deeper than that. She wanted to be filled utterly and truly, more so than ever before. The perfect means of doing so was before her.

Rarity rolled off Hondo and giggled. Her hair spread like a halo, the satisfied smile on her lips, and the light blush touching her countenance She was almost glowing.

“I’m glad you had fun, honey, but I’m still a little....” Hondo trailed off and nodded towards his dick. It looked swollen and painfully hard, forced to endure two sessions with a daughter and still hadn’t blown its load.

“Sharing is caring, lover. I thought is best Sweetie would finally get a turn and see why I love you so.”

“Did I wear you out, Sweetie?” Cookie asked kindly. “You don’t have to ride your father if you don’t want to.”

Like hell she’d pass it up. She gave her mother one chaste kiss before crawling over. Hondo was covered in a thin sheen of sweat as well. She could tell exhaustion was starting to settle in by his breathing, but her little breasts bouncing with every crawl invigorated him.

“Come here, honey. I’ll take care of you, too.”

“You might have to work on pleasing your mares full time, Hondo baby,” Cookie giggled. “You’re up to three of them now. You’ve got quite the harem.”

Sweetie leaned in and gave her father a kiss. She laughed a little as his mustache tickled her lips, only to jump as hands gripped her ass. Cookie was guiding her onto Hondo’s cock while a now roused Rarity wrapped a hand around his stallionhood to keep it steady.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck!” Sweetie squealed as the head of Hondo’s cock brushed against her lips, stretching her father that Applebloom or Scootaloo had ever stretched her before.

Smack!

She squealed as she was spanked. Rarity smirked at her as she finished tightening the belts of a strapon. “Fair play, dear sister.”

Hondo placed one hand on her hips and another on her left breasts, squeezing the delicate titflesh. “I’ll take care of you any way you want, darling. Just tell me how.”

A singular thought had been on her mind for the past half hour. “Just fuck me, daddy!”

Hondo smiled at her happily, the beginnings of tears in his eyes. She met him in a quick kiss and their tongues joined. Sweetie could taste Rarity on his lips. She squealed like a stuck pig as he pistoned his hips back and impaled on... she wasn’t sure, but it felt like there was a soda can wedged in her pussy.

Cookie crawled around her to face her. Her own breasts, sagging a little with her age, greeted her. Hondo was about to say something but that was quickly cut off as she sat on his face. “Umph, the whiskers always tickle a little.” She ground her hips onto his face. “Just take a breath and ease into it, honey.”

Sweetie gulped, held her breath, and pistoned her hips up and down that rock hard shaft. It was slow work—at times painful—but every fiber of her wanted to see this through to the end. Sweetie rode her father, Cookie was getting herself tongued by her husband, and Rarity decided to lube up the strapon and peg her ass.

Rarity’s soft hands stroked and plucked at her breasts, but it was the love bite to her collarbone that made her moan in desire to feel her sister’s flesh. The little rubber cockhead pushed gently at her pucker. Rarity was so very gentle, until she decided to lean her hips back and thrust.

She squeaked so high that only dogs could hear. Everything felt so incredibly full down below, even though she had only half of each cock wedged inside both holes. Cookie kissed her cheek as Sweetie stopped riding.

Hondo tried to say something, but was muffled by his wife’s pussy and thighs sealing over his mouth. She lifted herself just enough to let him speak. “Are you okay?” he asked, his hands on her hips and ready to pull her off if needed.

“Y-y—” Sweetie’s breath caught in her throat. Both dicks felt like they were pressing against her lungs. “J-just let me... rel-l-lax a little.”

She’d taken strapons from both of her friends before, but nothing as thick as Hondo’s dick. Rarity’s faux phallus was longer, but it was father that was splitting her in half. She gyrated her hips against both family members as Cookie kissed the tears away. Rarity and Hondo left her to her own devices and get use to everything.

“Just think about it, daddy,” Rarity whispered in her ear. Sweetie stole a glance. Rarity looked at her, then back at Hondo. Rarity licked the side of her neck, daring Hondo to look away from the copulating sisters while another hand trailed down Sweetie’s furry chest until she touched Hondo’s cock.

“Mother had me, I gave birth to Sweetie, and now you’re inside her.”

Sweetie moaned and rose her hips just slightly, wincing. It still hurt a little, but the pain was fading as Rarity goaded Hondo.

“Another mare to breed, belly growing big with your great granddaughter. Just look at her. Light as a dancer and stuffed full of daddy’s nice, hard prick.”

Every word seemed to send shivers of pleasure straight through her cunt and down Hondo’s cock. She felt him twitch deep inside, stretching her more than she’d ever gone before. She thought of her growing stomach and the patriarch that had started their family, growing it a little at a time with his potent seed. She felt Rarity spread her labia just enough to show the slick juices, the combined effort of two mares and Hondo’s great stallionhood.

Rarity nibbled on Sweetie’s ear. Jeez, what a whore her sister turned out to be in private. “What do you want, Sweetie?” she whispered.

The air that had been fucked straight out of her by those two cocks came rushing back. “Breed me!” she screamed.

Cookie sat back down. Sweetie thought she heard some kind of complaint, but Cookie’s content sigh told her Hondo was more than happy to get back to pleasing his wife.

“If we’re lucky today, I’ll be a great grandmother in nine months,” Cookie happily squealed.

She sure will... wait, “great”?

“...Have to say she follows in your footsteps more than mine.”

“...she’s given me you, just as you’ve given me Sweetie Belle.”

It couldn’t be...

A look to Rarity confirmed it. A body built for motherhood, Rarity’s unending love for her no matter what she did, a love that transcended sisterhood. Rarity smiled weakly at her. “I wanted to tell you when you came of age.”

The filter short circuited again. “So I guess I can call you mother now?”

Everyone snorted, a sound that sounded distinctly odd coming from Hondo with his mouth buried under his wife’s ass.

“It honestly explains a lot, mommy.”

An odd look crossed Rarity’s face. “I’d never thought you’d call me that. I know our relationship isn’t something that shouldn’t be made public, and it is indeed strange—”

If Hondo taught her anything, there was one thing to do to shut Rarity up. It was the third deep kiss she’d had of the day, one for a different pony each time. She had that smoky taste that she’d come to identify as Hondo. She swirled her tongue about, tasting the strands of precum from her earlier blowjob.

She parted. “Mommy, or sister, just finish fucking me.”

Hondo gripped her thighs and thrust into her cunt in earnest. The pain was already fading and turning into a toe-curling pleasure, and coupled with Rarity fucking her in the ass and Cookie’s embrace and kissed, she was enclosed in family members loving her in their own special way. Rarity thrust into her ass with quick but measured strokes, supporting herself by wrapping her arms around her and pinching her nipples. She could feel dad’s medial ring starting to slip in and out of her abused snatch. He wasn’t getting very deep, but by the gods had nothing bigger stretched her inner walls.

Sweetie could feel herself racing towards a quick climax, the third of the morning so far. Rarity rammed her fake cock up her ass and Sweetie could feel the two dicks inside her rubbing together behind a thin layer of flesh. Her ass clenched around the fake dick every time Rarity dutifully plunged deeper to pleasure her. Rarity’s soft fur was pressing against her ass; she’d hilted herself. Seized by a stallion’s animalistic desire to inseminate and breed, her hands refused to let go of Sweetie’s hips to ensure her nonexistent seed had a proper chance to thrive. Cookie embraced Sweetie, rubbing her fingers through her hair as she was barely able to support herself upright. Sweetie managed to latch onto a nipple and old instincts kicked in, sucking a licking. No milk met her lips, but the animalistic desires inside her demanded satisfaction.

“She’s almost there, s-sweetheart,” Cookie said, her voice unsteady under the oral assault she was receiving.

She could feel dad’s warm balls underneath her rear. She managed to bury that entire, ungodly length. She tried to rise, but was cut with a feeling in her loins so intense she almost passed out. She was stuck there. Rarity was gasping and grunting like a dog like a buck ready to drop a load in her needy cunt. No one was far off.

“Cum in me, dad. Cum in me!”

“Fuck her full of kids!” Cookie cheered as she screamed her own release and squirted a handful of marecum all over Hondo’s face.

Shot after shot of deliciously hot cum flooded her womb, but it was Rarity biting into her shoulder and screaming her release that set of Sweetie’s own. Rarity tensed up and hugged her back while Hondo’s grasp on her hips was hard enough to leave bruises. Every spasm of that great cock and Rarity’s hips only sent Sweetie into higher planes of pleasure. Her father’s payload of life-giving cum seemed endless and quickly enough her belly began to inflate until it touched his chest. No wonder Rarity got pregnant. The most important ponies in the world hugged her as the most important gift she would ever receive expanded her womb. Even as she started to look well and truly pregnant, Sweetie didn’t wish for the rushing seed to ever cease, it even triggering a second orgasm right on the heels of a second.

Hondo’s fat cock was large enough to plug her tight little cunt so every drop was forced to plunder her womb and seek her prize. Just as she felt full to bursting, she felt Hondo’s cock give one final pulse of life and finally still. Rarity collapsed across her back, panting and groaning, smearing their combined sweat across her tits. The added weight didn’t matter as long as Sweetie was being held up and in place by Hondo’s turgid cock. She looked ready to burst, full term and read to push out new life into the world.

Sexually satisfied at last, the family relaxed on Rarity’s bed in the mess of fluids they’d all added. It didn’t take long for Sweetie’s father and two mothers to curl up to her and bask in the gentle afterglow of post coitus bliss. Sweetie put a hand on her bloated stomach and was greeted with the slender digits of her sister. Hondo’s cock still plugged her womb as the sisters’ intertwined hands silently wished that another seed was planted.

“I’m glad you could make it!”

Sweetie bounded towards the door and embraced Scootaloo. Rarity was fussing and saying something about how a pregnant mare shouldn’t run, but Sweetie Belle ignored her. Her birth mother was just jealous that Hondo knocked her up on the first try, while it took a few more attempts to put a child in Rarity’s womb. Sweetie knew that Rarity was perfectly willing to bed Hondo several more times, child or not. Motherhood seemed to agree with the sisters quite well; Rarity’s influx of suitor requests doubled, and Sweetie was scheduled to model in two magazines to the theme of motherhood, the clothing crafted to highlight and flatter her new curves.

“Hiya, Sweetie! Every bit the fatass I remember you to be.”

Sweetie gave her friend a playful shove before standing on her tiptoes, hugging the other mare. Both felt sluggish and big, and so utterly loved the feeling of life growing in their bellies. Their bumps grinded together as they hugged, and in an irregularly tender moment for the tomgirl, Scootaloo ran a hand up and down both of their expanding stomachs.

Sweetie giggled as she pulled away. Motherhood suited Scootaloo well. “Come in!”

There was only a small smattering of people in Carousel Boutique for Sweetie’s baby shower. Scootaloo had come early, but her presence was welcome nevertheless. Azure, Scootaloo’s father, followed right behind the troublesome pegasus. Sweetie watched as Azure eyed her belly, and then Rarity’s before settling on Hondo as he walked into the room. Sweetie let the two fathers be. It was an open suspicion of hers that they had many things in common.

Scootaloo had joined Rarity in shamefully indulging herself with fruit punch and tacos. Scootaloo had to worry more about the baby fat than the fat that would go to her own thighs. Rarity was just glaring at anyone who dared question her extra helpings. “Not a word,” she whispered. “I didn’t indulge myself when I had you, so I’m making up for lost time. Rainbow Dash would give me no end of teasing if she learned about that.”

Mother. Sweetie had two mothers, and never before that day when she was impregnated had she felt as loved as then.

“Relax, Rares!” Scootaloo said upon seeing the eldest give her a look as she piled more onto her plate. At least Scootaloo was in high spirits. The mare looked between the two sisters’ bellies. “Damn, you two look neck and neck. Who’re the two lucky bucks?”

Rarity joined her in bashfully looking away. Scootaloo turned her head towards her dad, who was laughing jovially with Hondo. “Ahhh... Don’t worry, I won’t tell,” she said as she rubbed her belly fondly.

Rarity stared at the implication and the cocky smirk. Sweetie just couldn’t stop herself from beaming; it was another thing that bonded her and her Crusader pseudo-sister together.

“How far along are you?” Sweetie asked. She was wearing a yellow sundress made by Rarity. It had just enough extra material around the middle to cover her bump, but still flatter her growing child.

Scootaloo patted what looked like a gym shirt that didn’t even cover her belly. She wanted it to be seen. “Four months. Let me guess... you and Rares are five?”

Rarity was munching on a mouthful of taco, daring Scootaloo to say something. “Yup!” Sweetie answered. “But I’m a week ahead of Rarity. With a little luck, maybe we can pop them out on the same day like dad says.”

“Ha! I’m on my second foal. You’ve got a ways before you catch up to me.”

Heh, Scoots had no idea. Mimicking her and patting her belly, Sweetie held up not one, but two fingers, one for each comforting heartbeat beating under her palm.