Subtle Manipulations

More lewd stuff in this chapter.

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Caught In Her Web

I had no idea just how far it was going to progress as the weeks passed me by. I had no inkling, not a one of just how much my life was going to fall down into sin and depravity.

But it did…and though if confessed some might think otherwise, I cannot help but blame myself for everything. For all of it…for falling so easily into mom's trap, for second guessing and doubting myself in times when I shouldn't have at all.

It's moments…it's times like those that made me feel incomplete. As though I was missing a part of myself I dearly needed to understand, to survive what mom did…what I did.

What we did.

It'd been a few weeks since the incident. Or should I say the first incident?

Oh yes, it didn't end there and then. She wouldn't let it…

Mom's attitude, her personality seemed to change when we were alone. The maternal feeling I felt around her was still there if not stronger than before. But it was the sheer intensity of her eyes, of her words as she spoke them that changed. She spoke in such a way that it made me feel claimed, owned in a way I was certain did not simply reflect the authorative love of a mother. If I was looking at a maid and she noticed…well, she would tell me as much later on that day.

One such moment occurred on a day like any other. The sun was bright and warm, the servants and maids were practically bouncing around the palace in peace and joy, and my eyes were having a tough time of looking away from the subtle sway of Dust Catcher's flank.

I didn't really know her that well. She was well into her thirties, had a simple brown coat and mane, and possessed some way of always knowing where a spot of dirt had been missed, no matter where it was in the palace.

Fortunately…or unfortunately she was also quite an attractive mare, fit too. Her body was toned, lean and almost sultry from years of hard labour. And like I said, I was having a pretty tough time looking away.

It was because of this that I believe that my life descended into what it did…what it is.

"Ahem."

The sudden cough not a few steps away nearly frightened me out of my skin…and the look on mom's face did nothing to dissuade this. Years of being alone with nopony but her have given me a rather unique way of reading into her subtle expression changes. Something that nopony else could, I believe, do.

Her eyes were narrowed in a way one might call stern, but with my knowledge I knew it to be just below furious. Her muzzle was twitching minutely, barley even noticeable if one did not know what to look for. Her ears were upright in a fairly normal way…too normal in fact; they looked almost stiff from a constant effort.

Mom has always been about keeping up her happy charade due to present company. But I think she knew then that I could see what other's did not…I think she was counting on it too.

"Sweetie," she cooed. "Would you mind coming with me for a few minutes, I have something I want to tell you."

And then there was that. Her voice, her carefully constructed tone and the words she used in an overly clever and safe manner.

I wasn't looking forward to what was coming.

But I followed her anyway, what else could I do? In the weeks that had passed and the constant doubt that followed in its wake, I had seriously been contemplating running away. But where would I go? Where in the world could there be a place that would keep somepony like me anonymous?

Mom would do something to pressure whoever tried to keep me out of the limelight. Not threats, at least not open ones, but something nonetheless.

Surviving on my own was out of the question too. I'd been kept in an overly safe palace my entire life. What did I know about the world outside, let alone how to survive it?

When it came down to the nitty gritty…there was literally nothing I could do. And even then, did I really want to run away? Did I truly want to do that to Mom?

Did I?

I followed mom all the way back into my chambers. Or ours I suppose, they might as well be given that I'd not slept alone in quite a long time.

The door closed and locked itself with a brief bout of golden magic, followed swiftly by the familiar squelch of a silencing charm.

Oh yes, I was definitely in some sort of trouble.

"Cosmos…have I done something to upset you?" Mom finally asked, her ears splayed back slightly. Though in anger or worry I couldn't tell, I wasn't that good.

"W-What do you mean?" I asked, wary of where this was going…and more than a little frightened by her quiet tone of voice. So much so that I looked away instinctively.

"Well for a start you've been avoiding me," she quickly replied. "You elude me in the corridors, you barely acknowledge me when I try to talk to you, and you won't even look at me anymore…like now."

I DID look up when she said this…and that's when it became too late, I was caught the moment I acknowledged her observations by doing so, as opposed to voicing my denials.

"Instead you…"

The almost hiss like tone, the narrowed eyes and gritted teeth. They were all there now…and unfortunately I was the one they were aimed at.

"Instead you would rather look another!" she growled, stepping close to me aggressively. "Am I not enough for you my son? Does the lure of a smaller body match up better to your standards?"

"N-No, I didn't mean to look. I was just-"

"Betraying my love?" Mom interrupted, her voice taught, upset. "By throwing it away in favour of a swaying maid? Do I really mean so little to you that you would hurt me like this?"

Oh now that hurt me. The fact that such a simple, easily forgettable act like checking out a mare would make her believe that I did so to hurt her…Well, it hurt. And my teary eyed, shaking form showed as much by the time all that guilt welled up inside me.

"Mom…no I never meant to hurt you," I explained…or tried to at least. "I didn't even realize that I was looking at her, n-not really."

Stupid…stupid, I was so stupid. So easily trapped without knowledge of having ever been so. I thought the tiny smile of her muzzle was one of understanding.

Not one of satisfied victory.

Mom sighed as she stared down at me, pursing her lips in a thoughtful way, as if she were contemplating on something drastically important.

"Will you do it again?" she asked quietly, softly.

"N-No, I won't!" I cried, the softness of her tone getting to me. "I promise!"

Mom kept the silence up for many a moment longer…but eventually she smiled and spread her wings open. I knew what it meant when she did so, and thus it was with no hesitation that I all but buried myself against her barrel, enjoying the immense feeling of relief, of dependency that followed.

"I love you Cosmos," she crooned gently. "You'll always be my baby, and I'll never stop loving you. Just…please don't hurt me like that again."

"I won't," I mumbled against her fur. "I'm sorry mom."

"It's okay sweetie."

A few moments of silence…she tilted her head down, lifting mine up.

"Give mommy a kiss, baby."

I did so without any hesitation, dregs of previous desperation doing everything they could to make mom happy. The familiar short shakes from me that followed, caused solely by a nearly terrifying sensation of intense arousal, were very much enough to make mom laugh into the kiss.

She pulled her muzzle back and looked down at my red face…and down, and down, and down, smiling all the while. Said smile widened as she used her wings to pull me against her, caring nothing for what was pressing against her stomach, and even less what her subtle movement was doing to it.

"Nopony will ever be able to make you feel this way as much as I," she whispered softly, pressing her lips against the tip of my left ear, her breath making me shiver. "You will never need anyone but me Cosmos. Only I can love you. Only I can care for you. And only I can do these things, because I am the only one who knows what you really want…"

She looked right into my eyes, a loving smile adorning her muzzle as she moved slightly to the right…then to the left…then back to the right. A constant repeating motion that rubbed my excitement against her over and over until-

"And what you really want," Mom crooned, flexing her stomach, smiling as I gasped. "Is me…"

I gasped again, panting raggedly against the muzzle so unbearably close to my own.

"And that makes me so happy," she whispered, pressing her lips to mine.

The intense feeling of utter pleasure, of utter love near wiped me of any coherent thought. Any coherent thought that is…but for the undeniable truth that needing mom made her happy.

And after the guilt, the shame that I'd felt. I knew then and there that I HAD to keep her happy.

I had too.

…

Stupid child.