The heat of the night filled the small bedroom, sticky humidity mixing with perfect stillness. The sounds of summer nights broke the stark silence; the staccato chirps of crickets and low croaks of frogs crept in the open window. A soft rustle as soft well-worn cotton sheets were shuffled. The small purple filly kicked off the suffocating bedding. Sweat drenched fur exposed to the summer air provided a brief coolness. She could hear her own deep breaths as her chest rose and fell, flanks twitching as she tried desperately to ignore the fire in her nethers. A hoof crept down her thighs, and she gasped at her own heat. Slickened folds allowed her hoof smooth passage as she desperately tried to reach her itch.
It was no good. The same thing happened every night. Ever since Spring slipped into Summer, the foal had been suffering. The night was always the worst. At least during the day she could keep her mind on other things. In the spring she had even found great comfort in her schoolwork, enjoying the chance to have something to concentrate on. But the night. Nothing to do but lay in bed and think about her burning sex. Tossing and turning and grinding and rubbing, desperately seeking release that never came.
She doubled over, pushing her hoof in deep. A slight shudder of release caused her to shiver in the heat. It always felt so damned close. The filly sighed as she flipped over again in frustration, greeted only with the heat of her own sweat on the sheets. She shut her eyes, a frustrated look on her face as she tried to finally drift off to sleep.
Humming filled the small house as a grey pegasus expertly flipped freshly made french toast in her iron pan. Adding plenty of butter, she smiled as she plated it, sprinkling strawberries on top. Satisfied, she started making her own breakfast, humming a simple tune.
Pulling a pot of coffee off a stove burner, she looked over with annoyance at the other untouched plate. "Dinky!" she called up the steps. "Breakfast!"
The mare sat down, eating her own bowl of oatmeal and berries. Washing it down with a gulp of strong black coffee, she eyed the other breakfast plate cooling on the table, twitching an ear in frustration.
A few moments later her daughter could be heard stirring, soft clops as she found her way down narrow stairs to the kitchen.
Derpy immediately perked her ears up when she saw the purple filly. She looked like she had been on the losing end of a particularly bad dream. Mane matted to purple fur, and heavy lidded eyes that barely betrayed that the pony was awake at all. She sat down heavily at her seat, grunting slightly as she pulled her plate under her muzzle. Dinky absently started shoveling food down, voraciously attacking her plate as her mother watched, tentatively sipping her coffee.
“Everything alright?” Derpy asked softly.
Dinky’s straw colored mane covered most of her face with her muzzle so close to the table. She didn’t feel like talking to anypony right now. Least of all her mother. Pushing away an empty plate, she got up and walked away, never once raising her head. “It’s fine, Mom. I just need to get out of here for a while.”
Derpy heard the front door shut quietly as her daughter left her alone in the house. It had been like this far too long. The grey mare knew she wasn’t the smartest pony in town, but she prided herself on being a good mother. She knew something was wrong with Dinky for months now. Unable to figure it out exactly, she decided it was time for help. And she knew just the pony to ask.
Dinky was feeling absolutely miserable. The sweltering heat of the sunny summer day only served to make her feel more hot and bothered. Absolutely drenched in sweat, every hair on her body felt like it was plastered to her frame. Absently walking down a winding path around town, she was careful to avoid the center of town. She really didn’t want anypony to see her like this.
Smelling the sweet scent of apples, she glanced up from the ground, blinking her eyes in the sharp sunlight. She noticed she was near Apple Acres, the family farm of one of her friends from school. She knew little about the place other than most of the apples in town probably came from here.
Walking over to a sturdy fence, she could see several ponies working hard in the fields. The harvest was far off, but there was still obviously plenty to do. She saw her friend Applebloom dragging branches from the well-tended rows of trees, trying to keep the orchard clear of clutter.
Two other ponies struck her eye immediately. An orange mare was bucking violently at a dead tree, obviously trying to topple it. Another stallion had a block and tackle attached to it, pulling with all his might. His muscled limbs strained against the large tree, sweat streaming down his body.
“Dinky?” A cheerful voice surprised her from behind.
Dinky whirled around, startled from her daydreaming. She was greeted by the pony that sat near her at school. “A…Applebloom! Um, hey, didn’t expect to run into you here.” Dinky could tell the other foal had been working hard in the fields. Her mane was plastered to her neck, sweat glistening on her coat. She felt her body flush suddenly at the sight, embarrassed to even be feeling this way about her friend, let alone another mare.
The foal immediately clasped her tail tightly between her legs, trying to cover herself. She never had really thought about the prospect before, of two mares doing...well...*that*. But looking at her friend now, that cute smile, the little bow on her head wrapping her up like a present, that wet mane...
Dinky almost immediately felt a weakness in her knees as her whole body quivered. She stared lustfully at her yellow furred flank, imagining how strong she was from dragging branches all day in the fields. She didn’t quite know why, but the foal imagined Applebloom straining against her body, furry bodies pushed against each other. The softness of her coat against hers as she ground her flank against her…
The other filly giggled a bit. “Why woudn't ya expect to see me here? After all, it is my farm. Are ya havin’ a good summer so far? Nice to be out of school finally, aint it?”
"Huh?" Dinky wasn’t really paying attention. Sticky marecum already matted her tail and thighs, threatening to spill down her legs and pool on the dirt path. The foal turned a shade of crimson as she realized her situation, standing in front of her schoolmate.
“Dinky? You okay? You look a mite flushed. You feelin’ alright?”
The purple foal felt an errant rivulet of her nectar work its way down her inner thigh. A moment of coolness in the summer sun, but it only made her face burn brighter as she shifted nervously from hoof to hoof. There was no other alternative. Dinky stammered a quick ‘Good Bye’ and took off down the path, leaving a very puzzled farm pony behind her. Searching desperately for privacy, she fought back tears of embarrassment as she ran from her friend.
Derpy found herself marveling up at the expanse of books in the hollow tree. Light streamed into the library lazily, highlighting floating motes of dust as a purple alicorn busied herself looking through the tomes. Spike had been kind enough to let her in during her mail run.
But now that she stood before the other pony, she found it incredibly hard to choose the right words. She looked down at the weathered floor boards as she thought for a moment.
“Oh, Derpy!” A familiar voice called down. “I didn’t even know you were here. I’ll be right down.”
Looking up as Twilight clopped across the floor, Derpy found herself blushing somewhat at what she was about to ask. She awkwardly crossed her front legs, her golden eyes looking even more out of sorts than usual. “Miss Twilight, I, um, I wanted to ask you something…er…” Derpy glanced sideways towards Spike. The little dragon was organizing a small stack of novels, seemingly uninterested in the mare’s discussion. “In private, if we could.”
Twilight seemed slightly puzzled at first, but could see how distraught the other mare looked. “Of course we can. Come here, we can talk in the kitchen.” She met Derpy’s worried eyes with a soft gaze, and the mailmare instantly felt more at ease.
Twilight Sparkles kitchen was immaculate compared to the rest of the cluttered building. Derpy wondered if the pony actually ever used it. The two sat down at a small wooden table. Derpy shifted a bit in her seat, trying to start the conversation.
“Miss Twilight, um, I really am not sure how to ask you about this.”
“Derpy, it’s okay. It would take quite a bit to surprise me after all the things I’ve been through recently.” Twilight said sweetly, giving the grey mare a smile.
“Well…” Derpy took a deep breath. “Dinky has been…acting very, um, oddly lately.” Clasping hooves together in concern, she looked urgently over at Twilight. "She looks terrible every morning, and she stays up so late. The sounds coming from her room, and her sheets, I, well, I think she may be having her first heat.”
Twilight nearly giggled to herself. “Derpy! It can’t be that big of a surprise. You didn’t expect her to stay your little foal forever did you? Certainly you already talked to her about this.”
Derpy interrupted her with a look of panic. “Miss Twilight, I can’t! This is…this is different. She’s a well, you know, a um…” Derpy motioned to her forehead, moving a hoof from her head, indicating a growing object.
“A Unicorn?” Twilight smiled at her.
The mare nodded back, head sinking into her hooves. “I just don’t know what to do. It almost sounds like she’s suffering some nights. I never remember it being like this when I was young.”
“Hm, well of course Derpy, you are a Pegasus after all. It’s different for Dinky. Unicorns have a period where their magic comes of age too.” Twilight got up and called into the other room. “Spike, could you sort the books upstairs for a bit please?”
She looked back at Derpy, winking. “For privacy! Come on, I have something for you.”
Twilight focused her magic for a moment, then exclaimed to herself quietly as she found what she was looking for. A purple glow levitated a small pink book over to the pair, and Twilight gently placed it in a reading stand for the Pegasus. She expertly flipped the pages to a choice selection. Derpy read a few lines and instantly turned bright red.
“You see, Derpy, Unicorns tend to develop to sexual maturity at the same time their magic develops. It’s very confusing for the young foals, especially in a town like Ponyville where there are no formal magic training schools.” She walked over to Derpy, peering over the grey mare’s shoulder at the familiar book. “You can see, that young unicorns must use their magic as well as their body to reach some relief from their regular heat cycles.”
Derpy found herself captivated by the illustrations in the strange book. There were various exercises and massage techniques, all in full detail. She never knew the library had books this graphic.
Twilight giggled. “I know what you’re thinking! And no, that’s not a library book. That’s my personal book from when I was a foal. But you can certainly borrow it. I think you will need it.”
Derpy gratefully accepted the book, thanking the librarian. She only got about halfway home before she found herself flipping through the pages again…
Derpy wasn’t surprised to see no trace of Dinky when she got home. ‘Probly up in her room already.’ The mare thought to herself. ‘I guess I’ll just bring her something for dinner.’
Fixing a small plate of greens, Derpy placed the pink book under the plate, and carefully walked up the narrow steps to her daughter’s room. Turning the doorknob, she smiled as she thought of surprising the foal with her dinner. To her credit, she managed to not drop the plate...
Dinky gasped when her door opened suddenly. Clamping cum-slick thighs together, she curled up reflexively. She tried to dive under the covers to little success. Her mother had just caught her hoof deep in her own marehood and there was little she could do to cover it up. Looking up sheepishly at Derpy, she wiped her juices off as best she could, trying to hide her hoof in shame. She buried her head in the covers, unable to look at her mother. “You could at least knock before you come in, you know.” She said quietly.
With a kind look, Derpy walked over and sat on the bed with her young daughter. “I know what you’ve been doing in here for a long time, Muffin. I was young too once, you know.”
Dinky sighed. “Celestia, please make the ground swallow me up right now.” She said to herself.
The mailmare giggled slightly at her daughter. “It’s alright. I’m not mad or anything. I just know you’ve been acting very weird lately. You don’t even talk to me anymore.” Derpy looked down at the foal, her smile kind and soft. “I don’t want to lose my little Muffin.”
Sighing, Dinky clutched the covers around her tightly as she looked away. “I don’t mean it mom. I just haven’t felt normal lately. Nothing really is making sense.”
“Hm, well, not much makes sense when you are having your first heat.”
Dinky tried to sink further into the mattress. “You knew, then.”
“Pretty hard not to.” Derpy looked over at the other pony, even though Dinky had her muzzle buried in the bedding by now. “I just want to make sure you’re alright. I thought we already talked about all this last year. Have you been, well, um, touching yourself like I said? It will help a lot. I know sometimes the feelings can be overwhelming to a young mare, and there’s nothing else you can really do.”
Dinky at this point was looking out the window, praying for Celestia to send a stray lightning bolt her way. “Yes, Mom. I tried that. It doesn’t work. I can’t even think sometimes, it gets so bad. And sometimes I can’t even sleep.”
Derpy started to look more concerned. Maybe there was something wrong with Dinky. She also thought about that book from Miss Twilight. “Well, I actually was talking with Twilight Sparkle to today and she said there were some things we could…”
“You talked to the Princess about this!? For Celestia’s sake Mom!”
Derpy looked down at the floor for a moment, letting the quiet of the night calm the air between them. “I’m sorry, Muffin. I just didn’t know what to do. My parents were both Pegasi too. I never really ran into this problem before. A lot is different because you’re a Unicorn.” She reached down, picking up the pink book she received earlier. “She gave me a book! I think it will help a lot, there’s a lot of good tips in here. I’m kind of jealous, even.”
Dinky crawled over, still trying to wear a mask of utter misery. Derpy showed her the first few pages, showing a young unicorn. She was about Dinky’s age. “See, it’s because your magic is starting to develop. That’s why you’re so confused, Dinky. Did you do anything in school where you used your magic?”
“Well yah, just some small stuff. I can make my pencil float and things like that. But there aren’t a lot of unicorns in my school.” Dinky trailed off a bit, suddenly interested in the book. There were diagrams showing erogenous zones on the pony’s body. She was shocked to see the horn listed. She never thought of it that way before.
Derpy noticed the illustration too. “This might be one thing that will help a lot. Miss Twilight said a unicorn needs to focus some magic in their horn when they, um, make love, or touch themselves, or else it just won’t have the same effect.”
The foal looked genuinely relieved. Instead of something horribly wrong with her, she realized she had just been fighting her body this whole time. Never really letting her head raise up, she just buried her mane against the soft fur of her mother. “Thanks Mom.” She said, barely a whisper.
Ruffling the foal’s straw colored mane, Derpy beamed, holding her daughter close to her.
Much later that night, the mailmare found herself suddenly awake in the dead of the humid summer evening. She had long since shed her covers, and now lay sprawled in bed, the still warm air blanketing her. The urge to just go back to sleep struck her, but she knew something felt wrong. The silence was too heavy. A look of concern on her face, she trotted down the hallways to Dinky’s room.
Even before opening the sturdy oak door, she could hear slight moans and gasps; the sounds of young pony legs kicking at cotton sheets. She really shouldn’t open it, she thought. But at the same time there was a sort of pained misery to her daughter’s sounds. Derpy took a breath and decided she had to check on Dinky. The steel hinges creaked slightly as the door swung open.
Derpy was taken aback by what she saw. Her innocent daughter was practically writhing on her bed, a hoof frantically working her inner thighs. Cum slicked fur caught the moonlight from the window, drooling liberally from her open slit and dripping down kicking legs, pooling on the hay mattress.
The scent of musk clung heavily in the air, nearly overwhelming the grey mare. Combined with the humidity, the very air in the room literally felt like sex.
The Pegasus found herself just staring as her daughter kept going, seemingly oblivious to the other pony being in the room. She could almost feel the frustration as the foal ground her hoof into her sopping marehood, her eyes wet with tears as she desperately tried to reach some release. Her horn was lit dimly, something Derpy had never seen before, but if it was doing anything, she couldn’t be sure.
Moans gave way to sobbing, the pony curling up tightly as her horn went dim. Eyes fluttered open, and the foal recoiled slightly at the sudden intruder. “M…Mom?! What are you…” She started openly sobbing, the emotions just overcoming her. “Just get out…please…”
Derpy went to her daughter, laying down on the bed and cradling her tight. She was drenched from head to toe from her exertions, her body hot against the grey mare’s chest. “It’s okay my little Muffin. It will all be alright.”
“It’s not okay, Mom! Nothing is okay! I’m apparently not a unicorn cause this thing doesn’t work for crap!” She motioned to her horn in frustration. “And I’m not even a mare without it! Am I just going to have to suffer every year for months?! It isn’t fair at all. I just want to be a normal pony like my friends…”
Derpy held her sobbing daughter even tighter. “You are normal, Dinky. We’re going to get through this, okay?”
The foal just kept sobbing against her mother. Derpy took a hoof and smoothed Dinky’s messy mane back into place. “Dinky…Miss Twilight, she told me some other things too. That I was going to tell you when you were older. But it can help you now I think.” She felt her daughter’s hot flank tense against her own. The soft, sweat-damp fur rubbing against her breasts. There was still a sticky dampness on Dinky’s thighs, and every touch left trails of her cum on the mailmare, only to quickly cool in the soft breeze of the summer night.
She clutched Dinky tighter to her body. “We can try some other things.”
Dinky gasped a bit in shock at her mother’s forward attempts on her prone form. She was still very worked up from her previous session, and even the touch from her mom was making her flush from head to hoof.
Derpy flipped the foal on her back, pinning her in one swift motion. “As long as it’s just for tonight.” She whispered, kissing the purple pony on her stomach, wasting no time in licking her small breasts with her soft tongue. Dinky’s response was immediate, as she pushed her thighs into her mother’s face, moaning slightly. Derpy could see the full extent of her baby’s frustrations now. Her thighs were matted in her juice, rivulets running down furry legs. She moved quickly, lapping around the small pink opening, before burying her tongue in her daughter’s snatch, eliciting a squeal of joy from the foal.
After only a few moments, Derpy pulled away, strands of marecum trailing from her daughter’s thighs to the pegasus’ greedy maw. She looked up at Dinky, staring into her daughter’s eyes as she trembled from the strong sensations. “M…Mom, why did you…?”
“Shhh my little Muffin. There’s nothing wrong with your magic or your horn. Twilight said today some Unicorns just need a little more…coaxing before they can really let go.” Derpy slid up against her daughter’s body, eyes focused on the other pony’s gaze. She leaned in and kissed Dinky deeply, her cum slick tongue slipping against the foal’s, sharing the taste between them. Dinky closed her eyes, her breath catching in her throat.
Breaking away, Derpy kissed her daughter on the forehead gently, before trailing her tongue to the unicorn’s small horn. Running her soft tongue against the ridges, she worked her mouth against it hard, bringing an instant reaction from the young pony. Dinky gasped in delight, legs kicking out in spasms as her mom gave her her very first hornjob. “Mmmm, is this helping, my little Muffin?”
Dinky squealed in delight as her mother circled her tongue around her horn. A grey hoof found her damp slit, and started rubbing her clit without mercy. The foal clamped her thighs shut, but could find no escape from the other mare. Her horn started glowing again, stronger than before. Warm waves washed over her from her head to the tips of her hooves. Grinding against her mother’s soft fur, Dinky’s whole body spasmed. “M…Mom…something’s…Ahhhh!...something’s coming!”
Derpy grinned, increasing her assault on the gently bucking pony pussy. She waited for each wink of the filly’s clit, expertly stroking it from its folds. Dinky thrust her hips forward each time. It felt like months of bottled up frustrations were about to spill out. Her whole body tensed, as a massive jolt of energy spiked through her. Her horn lit up with a vibrant golden light, spilling into the dark bedroom. Derpy found herself pushed away suddenly, toppling onto her back on the other side of the bed. She blinked several times, adjusting to the sudden bright glow. Her daughter lay on her back, gasping as she tried to catch her breath. As her vision returned, the grey mare suddenly gasped. “Oh my…the book didn’t mention anything about this.”
Illuminated before her by the pale moonlight, a medium sized horsecock had sprouted from her innocent daughter’s nethers. Fully erect, she could already see small rivulets of precum dripping down the shaft, running into Dinky’s soft pubic fur. Derpy blushed immediately, realized just how wet the previous lovemaking session had made her. It had been a while since she last had a real stallion…
“Mom…ah…it’s a…oh my gosh…” Dinky gasped, looking down as she felt the new throbbing appendage. “Gods, I never even got there Mom. I still feel so pent up. What’s wrong with me?”
Derpy crawled across the bed, eyeing the erect shaft lovingly. “It’s your magic, Dinky. Miss Twilight said not to be afraid of it. I think it’s just giving you what you need.” Flicking out her tongue, Derpy caught a dribble of pre from the shaft, licking the trail from base to tip, tasting deeply. It had been too long “And maybe giving me what I want to.” She whispered.
“Ahhh! Keep doing that Mom!” Dinky gasped, arching her back as the grey mare licked carefully around the shaft, catching any errant dribbles before they could escape, nursing the member like a melting ice cream cone. She reached up and hooved at the young pony’s still present snatch, making the shaft pulse and twitch every time she stroked the filly’s clit. She started touching herself, sighing as she massaged her own folds.
Dinky had stopped making any coherent sounds. She basically turned into a puddle of pony pleasure as her mom suckled the tip of her new cock, nibbling on the glans gently, breathing on her with hot lusty breath, making her dick tingle all over. She especially loved when her clit winked and her mom would catch it just right with her soft hoof, bringing her member thrusting forward into Derpy’s warm mouth. The mare’s tongue circled the sensitive tip, sucking on it on and off. Derpy had to pull back a few times as her daughter thrust lustfully into her muzzle, pushing the cock as deep as she could.
Feeling her own body heating up, Derpy decided she could wait no longer. It had been so long since she was mounted properly. Maybe even since Dinky’s father had left. A hoof was a poor alternative. She pulled her sticky muzzle away from her daughter, kissing the tip of her dick playfully. Pulling the limp foal into her arms, she rolled over, flipping Dinky on top of her as she lay on her stomach on the bed. Getting on all fours, Dinky was at just the right height to see her mother’s swollen marehood winking at her, drooling cum as the other pony thrust her butt out invitingly.
“You know what to do, don’t you Muffin?” Derpy whispered. “We both need this. Just listen to your body.” Derpy sunk the point home by flicking her tail out of the way, and running her slick opening down Dinky’s shaft. She was so soft.
She couldn’t hold back any longer. Her body had been worked into nearly a state of frenzy. Her new cock throbbed, and her snatch was throbbing. She placed her legs firmly on her mother’s sides, clutching her tightly from behind. Derpy arched back against her, grinding her ass into Dinky’s shaft. “Ah, yes, there you go. Just like that!”
Just the feeling of rubbing her cockhead against Derpy’s soft flank was amazing. Dinky probed around for a bit, trying to find the right opening. Derpy sighed, reaching back with her hoof and guiding her daughter in. Placing the head at the warm entrance, Dinky gasped as Derpy winked on her cock, threatening to suck it in. Holding her mom tight, she pushed forward, easily slipping inside the warm vice of her mother’s marehood. Derpy moaned in delight, immediately sending contractions along Dinky’s dick, driving her even more wild. Rippling pink folds grasped her new dick tight. Smirking to herself, Derpy moved her hoof, grazing the foal’s clit as she was still taking in the feelings of her first fuck.
Rubbing her daughter’s folds brought the young unicorn back to reality, and she grasped her mother tighter as she started moving. She was awkward at first, but the older mare helped guide her, and pointed her so she hit all the right spots. Derpy found herself drooling into the bedding as her daughter started rubbing her g-spot, pumping into her with youthful abandon. She found herself quickly reaching her orgasm, the young cock sporting unicorn being just too much for her. Moaning softly, she pleasured her own clit, strong spasms coursing through her body as she shuddered in ecstasy. Gushing marecum rained down between their hot bodies. Derpy held her head into the sheets as she came hard, thrusting her flank even harder against her daughter.
“Mom…did you just…” Dinky gasped, slightly out of breath.
Breathing hard, Derpy just sighed. “I want you to cum for me, Muffin. Cum inside mommy.”
The foal didn’t need to be asked twice. She was so very close. Her thighs were tensed as her dick throbbed on every stroke, radiating pleasure into her whole snatch. Her mom’s marehood was still pulling her in like a vice as the mare’s orgasmic afterglow flowed over her. She felt her mom graze her clit as she hilted deeply, and her orgasm finally came rolling over her, months of pent up frustration washing away as her whole body tensed in pleasure. Her dick flared wide as she came deep inside the mailmare, flooding the already soaking cunt with her young seed. Her vision blurred as her mind lost track of the orgasms flowing through her snatch. With tongue lolled out of her mouth to the side, she could just feel the river of marecum flood down between her thighs; her pony pussy winking quickly as her clit exposed itself to the cooling night air. Just when she thought she would never stop shooting inside her mother, her dick stopped it’s pulsing, replaced with a gentle glow of vaginal orgasm as her snatch kept throbbing as she rode the last throes of pleasure. Her body drooped against Derpy’s back, completely spent.
The two just lay against each other for a few moments, the musky air of the room still and calm over their soaked bodies. Small drips of cum ran down Derpy’s legs, making small wet stains on the ruined bedsheets. Derpy moved first, slowly stretching out, feeling her daughter’s magical dick pop out of her, bringing a gush of warm juices down her thighs. She shuddered slightly, laying down next to Dinky, then reached out and held the foal tight to her body. She reached out a hoof and brushed sweat matted mane from the pony’s face. Dinky simply nuzzled against her Mom, body worn out from both magical and physical exertion. Cradling the foal to her furry chest, Derpy kissed her softly on the forehead, before she settled down against the pillows and quickly drifted to sleep.
Author's Note
A request I did based on a very fine picture done by PonyPron. I loved the image, so I sincerely hope I did it justice.
