All That Sparkles

Twilight Sparkle sighed, wiping her brow down as she stepped off the balcony and back into the beautiful halls of Canterlot Palace. She had just finished her Princess Coronation Ceremony, much to the joy of the populace, her friends, and her family, and had flown gloriously off the balcony, stretching her new wings and sailing about Canterlot. Of course, she didn’t really know how to fly yet, so she was actually just carried around on strings and puppeted like a marionette by the Wonderbolts. It had been such a grand time for her that she insisted on doing it for seven and a half hours.

“Ah, that was fun,” Twilight said to no one in particular as she walked down the hallway towards her royal quarters. “I bet it’ll be even better when I learn how to actually fly! But, I can always go again soon with the Wonderbolts to get that thrill. Right, guys?”

Twilight turned around and smiled at the tuckered pile of pegasus ponies, who had collapsed together a few yards down the hallway. All groaning and muttering in unison, the Wonderbolts waved their hooves in resignation.

“Please, Princess! No more!” Fleetfoot pleaded, groaning in agony as she and her comrades writhed in their little heap.

“If I have to go through that hell again, I’d sooner kill myself!” Soarin’ moaned, his wings throbbing and shedding a few feathers. Spitfire couldn’t even bring herself to speak; it hurt to move anything on her body.

Twilight chuckled as she resumed her trot back to her quarters. “Oh, those guys. Always the jokesters.” More pained groans echoed throughout the halls as Twilight advanced towards her room, humming a soft tune to herself.

The princesses had given Twilight a swank suite in the Canterlot Palace, and it was located conveniently at the end of the hallway that lead to the orating balcony, where all of the public speeches were held. This would give Twilight a head start if she wanted to do something fun with the populace, like start a riot or a flash mob.

“You know,” she said to herself as she reached the door. “I thought that there would be horrible repercussions if I became a princess. But so far, everything’s been great! The public is super receptive my friends are all happy for me, my parents were so proud of me, the Wonderblots are gonna give me free rides whenever I want until I learn to fly for myself—” This was punctuated by more groaning from down the hall. “—and Shining was crying. Hehe!”

“I was not!” came the muffled voice of her brother from behind her suite door. Twilight frowned and cock one of her eyebrows, pushing the door open after a small burst of magic unlocked the door. Inside, she found herself facing a group she didn’t expect to see until the honorary banquet later that night: Her parents, Shining Armor, and his wife, Princess Cadance.

“Oh, please, Shining,” Princess Cadance said with a smile. “It’s honestly nothing to be ashamed about. I can assure you, nopony cares if you cried at such an event!”

Shining gave his wife a bemused smile, and pulled her into a hug. While he was nuzzling her neck, Cadance turned to face Twilight and mouthed “everypony totally did”.

Shining resurfaced, and Cadance walked towards Twilight. “Twilight, I can’t even begin to express my congratulations and pride for you. It’s just so... exciting! I watched over you as a filly and watched you grow up into a smart young mare, and now you’re taking my side as one of the rulers of Equestria!” Twilight’s ears flattened and a blush grew on her cheeks as she smiled, looking up at her former foalsitter with bright eyes. “There just aren’t words I can use to express how happy I am for you!”

Twilight’s blush grew deeper, and her parents giggled and tittered behind Cadance.

“Well, I—” Twilight began, but was cut off by Cadance almost immediately.

“That’s why I’ve decided to get you a present! And the most useful, top quality one I could find, as well!”

Twilight’s mouth still hung open from being cut off previously, so she slowly closed it and turned her head slightly to the side, furrowing her brow and looking at Cadance. “Well, Cadance, thank you! But honestly, it’s hardly necessary, you don’t need to give me anything...”

Cadance shook her head, beaming down at Twilight as she did so. “No, Twilight. Please. I insist.”

Twilight shrugged. “Well, alright. If you insist...”

Cadance turned from Twilight, still smiling, and faced Shining. “Alright! Bring her out!”

Twilight raised an eyebrow. “‘Her’?”

Cadance and Shining shared a chuckle, while her parents joined in. Shining stepped to the side, and a shaking pegasus stepped forward. She was a little smaller than Twilight, and her red mane contrasted sharply with her grey coating, although it was not garish. She seemed to hide behind her mane, taking very shaky steps.

“Oh, hello there!” Twilight said, stopping a bit. “What’s your name?”

“S-solitaire...” the pegasus whispered, her voice slightly raspy, although distinctly feminine.

Twilight opened her mouth to speak once more, but closed it as something occurred to her. Looking up at Cadance, she cleared her throat and asked, “Wait, she’s my present?”

Cadance nodded enthusiastically.

“You can’t give me other ponies as a present!” Twilight exclaimed in exasperation. “That’s slavery!”

“Oh, don’t worry Twilight,” Cadance said, as a green light crackled over Solitaire, sounding like a million beatles singing the blues in harmony, revealing some disgusting black chitin. “I don’t think that’ll be an issue.”

“AH!” Twilight screamed, hoping back from Solitaire as the changeling huddled down in fear. “CHANGELING! KILL IT!”

Her horn shot out a little fireworks display, and a huge flyswatter along with an enormous can of raid materialized above her. But before she could exterminate the changeling with extreme prejudice, Cadance lifted a hoof up.

“Twilight! Control your racism for just one moment, please!”

The two mechanisms of insect nightmares dissipated. “Y-you’re right. Sorry.”

“Twilight, I know it’s a bit difficult to adjust to, but you needn’t worry about this changeling,” Cadance said, her voice soft and kind. “But we ran her through enough re-education programs that you needn’t fear her at all! Take it from me, Twilight; after all, don’t I have more reason to fear Changelings than anypony else?”

“I-I guess so,” Twilight said, voice unsteady. “Wait... re-education programs? I thought those were just an urban legend! We don’t really run those things, do we? I mean, they don’t actually exist... right?”

“Don’t worry, we’ve done such a good job of covering them up, they might as well not!” Cadance reassured her.

Twilight opened her mouth to argue, but Shining Armor stepped in before she could say anything. “Twily, Solitaire here is completely safe. You don’t have to worry at all about her! You see, me and Cadance—”

“Cadance and I,” Twilight corrected automatically.

Shining paused, his expression the same relatively neutral one it had been before, but in his eyes one could almost see the fires raging within him. The stallion shook ever so slightly as he screamed internally, the wails on he could hear echoing within in skull, each bounce magnifying them more and more until it was nearly unbearable.

“Y-yes,” he growled, with gritted teeth and slightly narrowed eyes. “Cadance and I, after the invasion of Canterlot, were given control over the remaining changelings that we weeded out. After several unsuccessful attempts to make them Equestria’s next big snack food, we took the remaining ones that hadn’t suffered a delicious, buttery fate and put them in the re-education camps originally meant to replace the public schooling system, and we had them true Equestrian patriots in no time!”

Twilight shot the cowering Solitaire another glance, and upon further inspection, her brother’s words proved true! In her haste and well-placed hate for sneaky insects, she had overlooked the little pin in Solitaire’s mane with Celestia’s cutie mark on it, the holy Celestial Sun, as well as the little sports flag with “Go Wonderblots!” written on it clutched in Solitaire’s maw.

“Hm, I guess she might not be that bad after all,” Twilight concluded as she looked back up at her brother and his wife. “Isn’t it still slavery, though?”

Both Cadance and Shining exchanged glances, their cheek puffing slightly as they struggled to make no noise. Unable to contain themselves after a grand total of three seconds, they burst out into hearty, rich laughter. Guffawing at Twilight’s expense for a good five minutes, Cadance eventually managed to catch her breath.

Wiping a mirth-induced tear from her eye, she turned to Twilight and said, “Oh, silly Twilight! Changelings don’t have rights like you or I because they simply aren’t worthy of it!”

“It’s true,” Solitaire said, almost mechanically. “We weren’t made in Celestia’s image, merely to imitate it. We’re only good for serving the great ponies who are kind enough to let us come into into their lives and their society.”

Twilight let out a laugh. “Haha! Disturbing. Anyway, can I still treat her like a regular pony? I don’t want to be needlessly cruel.”

“Well, of course! You can do whatever you want with her!” Cadance said. “Just don’t hesitate to give her a light beating with a lead pipe if she steps out of line.”

“Or to deep fry her in a vat of butter if you get tired of her,” Shining added, licking his lips hungrily. Solitaire’s eye twitched.

“All this talk of deep frying is making me hungry,” Night Light, Twilight’s father, suddenly said. “What say we all head down to the banquet, now that Twilight’s been given her present?”

“That doesn’t start for another hour and a half, dear,” Twilight Velvet, the mother of the clan, pointed out.

“Yes, but the food will probably be all laid out! Considering a prince, two princesses, and their parents will be there, I’m sure they’ll be more than lenient with us...”

“Do you need to go there first to pig out? You’ve packed on the pounds as of late,” Twilight Velvet stated in a dry voice, poking her husband in the chub. Night Light blushes, his ears flattening.

“Well, I’m kinda hungry too, don’t know about the rest of you,” Shining said, looking between his father and Cadance. “That’s probably why I’m so hung up on... mm... delicious changeling...”

Solitaire crept back a few feet.

“I could go for a bite,” Cadance agreed. “We could always go there to assure that the two of you get prime seats, since Shining and I are already assured thrones next to Twilight and my aunties.”

“Well, if you’d like,” Velvet said with a shrug. “You three go ahead, I’d like to talk with my daughter in private, if that’s alright with you all.”

“I don’t see how that’s an issue,” Night Light said, smacking his lips. “Come on son! If you hurry, I might even let you get a beer!”

“I’m twenty five, dad...” Shining muttered as he and the two others left Twilight’s luxurious room. Before they were completely gone, Cadance stuck her head back in, glaring at Solitaire.

“You! Come with me!” she barked. “I’ll find you some closet where you can stay until the banquet is over!” Solitaire yelped, and scampered to her hooves, scrambling for the door as fast as she could.

The door slammed shut, and Twilight Velvet sighed, trotting over to her daughter’s bed. “Twilight dear, come sit on the bed with me. Let’s have a little chat, just you and I.”

Twilight nodded and walked over towards her mother. “Is something wrong, mom?”

“Oh no dear, on the contrary,” Velvet said, smiling warmly at her daughter. “I’ve very proud of you for achieving all you have. I always knew I’d produce at least one child who’d do great things!”

“And lucky you, you got two,” Twilight said with a little giggle.

“Hrm, yes, I suppose so.” Velvet sounded almost despondent. “Well, your brother aside, I feel like I’ve achieved much with my life. My little baby filly, all grown up and a ruler and heroine of Equestria! It’s almost too much for a mare.”

Twilight blushed, sitting down next to her mother, returning her warm smile. “Well, it’s all thanks to you and dad. If you didn’t listen to my pleas to enroll me in the magic school in the first place, I would have never done anything that got me to where I am now!” She leaned over and gave her mother a big hug, her wings wrapping around her spawner’s body. Velvet shivered a bit, her eyes rolling back in her head and she mouthed unheard words and bit her lip.

“W-well,” Velvet said once she had recovered. “I really couldn’t ask for a more perfect daughter, Twilight, and that’s what I’m here to talk to you about.”

Twilight disengaged from the hug, and raised an eyebrow curiously. “Oh?”

“Yes, Twilight,” Velvet said, looking down at the floor. “This is hard for me to say, and just... well, I hope you can take this to heart, and accept what I am about to tell you.”

Twilight’s curiosity gave way slightly, becoming tainted with worry. “A-alright...”

Twilight Velvet inhaled deeply, and turned to her daughter. “Twilight, I’m in love with you.”

Twilight said nothing, staring blankly at her mother’s face.

Velvet sighed, and looked down at the floor again, before turning to face her daughter. “It’s been like this for a while, Twilight, I’m not going to lie. Ever since you were a little filly, I felt this... odd, awful attraction towards you that I couldn’t explain. I suppose your intelligence had something to do with it, your father never was an intellectual. I am no foal fiddler, don’t mistake me for that, your physique was never one that I enjoyed sexually, even though you do retain both the best physical features of your father and I. However, as you blossomed into a young mare, even though I am less than often attracted to the female form, I couldn’t deny your beauty any longer. I began to hate myself—what kind of dirty perverted mare was I? A mother loving her own daughter? It was abhorrent! But still, I gave you all my motherly love, and even... a bit more. Couldn’t you tell, Twilight?”

Twilight continued to stare blankly at her mother. There was an audible snap from deep within her head, and she slowly opened her mouth. “Wh-what?”

“You can’t honestly tell me you weren’t able to tell, sweetie,” Twilight Velvet said. “Think back, really hard...”

Twilight Sparkle, still somewhat dazed as her mind processed the strange and slightly disgusting new information it was receiving, closed her eyes and thought back to her childhood.

”Goodnight, mommy!” A small filly Twilight Sparkle said sleepily, wiggling down in her bed.

Twilight Velvet, somewhat younger herself, crossed the room, and took the blankets in her hooves, tucking her daughter into bed. “Goodnight, my sweet darling,” she said softly, kissing her daughter on the forehead, giving her a little nuzzle to boot. “Have sweet dreams.”

“Thanks, mommy,” Twilight said with a yawn, closing her eyes and smiling.

“Goodnight, mom!” A young colt Shining Armor said, from his bed on the other side of the room.

Twilight Velvet left without another word.

“Thanks for taking me out to see a movie, mom,” a teenaged Twilight Sparkle said, smiling at her mother, her braces reflecting the light from the cinema screen so brightly it blinded a poor usher who happened to be looking in the direction at the time. “Too bad Shining had to clean the house and he couldn’t come.”

“Yes, what a shame,” Twilight Velvet said from behind the safety of her movie-going sunglasses. She yawned in a very transparent way, and stretched her forehoof around her daughter’s shoulders, leaning in against her, snuggling up.

“Nope! I’m here!” came Shining’s voice. The two mares turned to see Shining stepping over the blinded usher, who was writhing on the floor in agony, grinning hugely. “I pulled some of my buddies together and we got the house cleaned just in time for me to make it!”

Twilight Velvet gave her son a look of the utmost unamusement. “You’re grounded for a month.”

Shining’s smile faltered. “What? Mom, you’re kidding, right?”

“Two months.”

“Jeez mom, you really went all out...” Twilight from two years ago remarked. “This is the fanciest pasta-restaurant I’ve ever been to!”

Twilight Velvet from two years ago chuckled, taking a sip from her spaghetti sauce sherry garnished with a veggie meatball. “Well, only the best for my favorite child.”

Twilight giggled. “You mean daughter, right? You’ve only got one, so that way you don’t accidentally imply that you love me more than Shining!”

“I said what I meant, dear.”

Twilight’s face contorted in confusion, but as soon as she laid eyes on the heaping plate of spaghetti before her, it changed to one of delighted hunger. “Well, regardless! Let’s eat, I’m starved!”

The two of them levitated their forks up with their magical auras, and dug in to the food, Twilight a fair bit messier than her mother. The two of the mares each found a noodle, and began to slurp it down with the extreme prejudice only pasta-lovers can muster. The other noodles fell away as the mares slid the spaghetti into their gullets, and it was revealed to them that they were each slurping down different ends of the same noodle. As they neared the middle of the spaghetti, they leaned in over the table, their muzzles getting closer and closer. Velvet’s eyes fell to a half lid as they grew ever closer...

Twilight blinked, dispelling her flashback, which was in black and white for some strange reason. “Wow, you’re... you’re right! I don’t know how I didn’t pick up on that before...” She looked back up at her mother. “Mom, I don’t... I really don’t know how to feel about this, it’s just... there’s so much wrong with this, sweet Zombie Celestia...”

Twilight Velvet set a hoof on her daughter's shoulder, gently pulling her into a hug. “Oh sweetie, I know. Just please, I beg of you... try to find some of the same feelings for me somewhere in you. I know it’s hardly a conventional relationship, but... I just want some validation for the pull I’ve felt all these years.”

Twilight hugged her mother back, albeit somewhat apprehensively. “I-I don’t... I’m not sure, mom. I mean... you’re my MOM! And, and, and... what about dad? You can’t honestly expect me to be the knife in the back of your marriage?”

“Twilight, honey, your father is an amazing stallion,” Velvet said, petting her daughter's mane. “But he simply isn’t... you. You’re the best parts of him, the best parts of me, and one hundred percent you, and that’s what makes you so... utterly desirable. I’m surprised—although not ungrateful—that you haven't attracted a stallion or mare by now. And now that you’re a princess, and expected to take a partner soon...” Velvet took another deep breath. “I just wanted to put this out on the table.”

Twilight looked away from her mother, stuttering for a moment before she found the words. “I-I... are you really that deeply attracted to me?”

She could feel her mother’s mane as it drifted over her when she nodded.

“W-well...” Twilight’s voice was shaky as she spoke. “I could... what is it that you want to do with this, exactly? What do you want, mom?”

“I want you to tell me you love me,” Velvet breathed into Twilight’s ear.

Twilight smiled, although this was more a slightly sad, somewhat terrified smile. “M-mom, I’ve told you that so many times before...”

“Yes, Twilight,” her mother said, and when Twilight turned, she could see an expression that she hadn’t ever seen present on... anypony’s face, really. It was a pleading, begging expression, but it was also one of hope, and grim determination, all mixed together into an awkward cocktail that looked like it had no business being on a married mare with two children. “But this time, I want you to mean it. Say it to me and give it more depth than a child parroting it, or a mechanized, automatic response to affection, or as a simple goodbye.”

Twilight’s throat contorted, her mouth dryer than a Saddle Arabian’s pussy. When she finally was able to speak, it was a hoarse whisper, a low croak, and she half expected dust to drift from her gaping maw.

“I-I love you.”

Twilight Velvet smiled, and leaned into her daughter’s hug even more. Twilight stared at the space on the bedpost above her mother’s head, unmoving as her mother nuzzled her. Her mother’s head was slowly moving upward. She didn’t even resist when Velvet pressed her cheek against hers, rolling her head so that their lips connected.

Twilight did not return the kiss, although she was still not resisting. Her mother’s soft lips against her own felt... oddly soothing, although internally she was still screaming and debating of much scrubbing she was going to have to do to get clean again after this. Her mother’s tongue, the warm, wet meat muscle in her mouth, slid up against her teeth, and it was now that Twilight new that she had to make a decision.

Breaking the kiss, a thin trail of saliva connecting the two of their mouths, Twilight looked her mother deep in the eyes. “D-do you... I mean, are you sure about this, mom?”

Twilight Velvet nodded, smiling at her daughter. “Twilight, this is the crescendo of an eighteen year long symphony. It started small, when you were just a tiny filly, but the instant I saw that intelligence in you, I knew that there was more than a motherly bond that I had for you. As time dragged on, it merely confirmed that for me, Twilight, that I simply did not love you... I was in love with you, as scary and disgusting it may seem...”

Twilight say that her mother’s eyes were wet, and a single tear was sliding down her cheek. “M-mom? Come on, mom, don’t cry, I... I...”

Velvet pressed into Twilight against, kissing her deeply. The younger mare could feel her tears splatter against her cheek, a strange wetness that she wasn’t used to feeling. It almost... stung. As her mother continued to press against her lips, Twilight returned the kiss, opening her mouth slightly to be more receptive of her mother’s affections.

As the two tongue wrestled, Velvet leaned on her daughter with just enough force to tip her over. As she landed Twilight on her back, Velvet slid her hooves down, stroking her child’s side as she ground her hips between Twilight’s her hair standing on end as she felt the bump of her sheath yield to a much more... exciting object.

“Oh, so the rumors are true,” Velvet moaned as she pulled away from the kiss for just a moment, Twilight still pecking her cheek as she did so. “Oh, my dear Twilight, this night just got all the sweeter...”

Velvet sat up, licking her lips hungrily as she watched her daughter’s length grow. “Oh, my... Princess Celestia really went all out on you, didn’t she? Not even at half mast and you’re already at your father’s length.”

Twilight looked down, and her super-duper math senses tingled as she approximated the length of her exposed cock. “What, dad’s only 5.23 inches?”

“Well, actually, he’s at five inches exactly.” Velvet giggled mischievously, her horn sparking. “Let’s just say that he started out at a... heartier length.”

Twilight's face did the thing where it made it look as though she were witnessing a bus full of retarded paraplegics crash into burning building in slow motion. “Oh sweet Zombie Celestia mom, what the fuck?”

“Honey, there’s one thing you have to understand... when I was first married to your father, in the first two years I was apprehensive of having children. Wasn’t ready to give up the figure, you know? And it was such a radical life change, I just wanted to make sure I was ready first. Well, one drunken night, your father and I were somewhat... reckless. A few weeks later when I found myself growing, I was, shall we say, less than pleased with your father.”

This whole time while she was causally explaining herself to Twilight, she was stroking her daughter’s dick with her hoof. Her touch was delicate, and the gliding of Velvet’s hoof on her sensitive sexual sausage’s skin was almost too much for Twilight to bear, as her phallus engorged with blood rapidly, and a bit of pre splattered into her belly.

“So I had to take some magical action,” Velvet continued, grinning saucily at her daughter’s prelude to a quick trigger. “Hmm, still getting used to the equipment, darling?”

“I-I actually haven’t done anything with it since the afternoon after I first got it,” Twilight confessed, her cheeks burning with a blush. “I’ve been feeling rather... aroused by things I’ve never felt aroused by before, so I was scared of trying anything out until I could read into it more.”

“Mmm, my dear,” Velvet crooned as she watched the dick continue to grow right before her very eyes. “Some things simply must be experienced instead of read about...” With that, Twilight’s mother leaned over and took a good, long lick up the length of her daughter’s shaft.

Twilight let out a guttural moan as she felt her mother’s tongue upon her. This was obviously the tongue touching of a mare who had experience, somepony who knew what they were doing! Dashie had felt nice, but her clumsy tongue was nothing compared to this. This was... euphoric.

“I knew you’d like that,” Twilight Velvet said with a giggle. “You’ve got a very lovely taste, Twilight honey, heady and sweaty with a hint of raspberry... ah, it’s wonderful.”

“Wh-what does dad taste like?” Twilight found herself asking before she could stop herself. Velvet licked her lips, placed a hoof to her chin in thought, and smiled devilishly.

“Like sweat stale cheese puffs,” she concluded, and Twilight felt herself smiling, however nervous it was. “No, honestly, your father isn’t awful it’s just that... I’ve progressed. I’ve evolved from a relationship with him. He’s given me you, which is all I need, and I thank him for that, but I simply cannot bow to an inferior product when I have the much needed new and improved version at my disposal.”

Twilight’s smile became less nervous, and she found her blush growing even more intense. “Y-you were talking about dad? And the...” she blanched. “...penis thing?”

“Ah yes,” Velvet said, absently stroking her daughter’s penis once more. “Well, my magical action consisted of me shrinking his dick and balls magically. The dick by two inches, and his balls proportional to that.”

“Oh dear,” Twilight said, her eyes wide. “Did it hurt him?”

“Agonizingly so!” Velvet responded in a chipper voice. “I was hoping it would teach him a lesson, and deter him from trying to knock me up again. At the time, I thought to myself ‘one colt isn’t so bad... one child will be alright.’” She smiled knowingly at Twilight. “Of course, I was a fool back then, but it still stands. When your father knocked me up again after a three year clean streak, my fury knew no bounds. I considered leaving him right there, but I’m glad I didn’t. I settled for dropping him another two inches, and overall, he had shrunk from his former nine inch glory to a meager five inches.”

“That’s... exceptionally cruel, mom.” Twilight gave her mom a reproachful look, which immediately to pleasure when her mom began stroking her dick once more. Twilight Velvet bit her lip as she watched the dick grown at long last to its full length.

“Maybe so, Twilight, but my method produces results,” her mother said, ogling the fully erect member. “And my, what wondrous results... at full length you’re at least an inch bigger than your father ever was!”

Twilight Velvet rolled off the bed and trotted towards the headboard. With a devious smile, she levitated three of the soft, downy, pegasus-feather filled pillows, and stacked them up against the wall on the floor. “Now, Twilight, usually I’d break you in on the bed, but...” she shot her daughter a glance, who was struggling to her hooves while avoiding getting thrown off balance by her boner. “I imagine we might only get one time. You’ll ‘come to your senses’, you’ll call it a big mistake, I go back to being with Night Light, however unsatisfied...” she sighed, and rearranged the pillows slightly, almost absently.

“But for this one brief moment, I get to have everything I wanted. This is my denouement, as it was, in my love for you.” Velvet sighed yet again, and laid down on her back, head and neck reston on the pillows, legs spread to reveal her gorgeous, if mature, pussy. “Well, come now, Twilight! Don’t keep your mother waiting, that’d be rather rude of you...”

Twilight was wobbling on her hooves, wings jutting out now and then to keep her balance. When she saw the sight before her, her mother splayed out for the ravaging, she stopped dead, lost her balance, and slid sideways, slumping over into the floor.

“How do stallions walk with these things?” Twilight grumbling, crawling over towards her ready and willing mother, wings flapping and scraping against the floor, giving her small pushes towards her prize.

“To be fair, Twilight dear, most of them grow up with them,” Twilight Velvet said, doing her best not to burst out laughing and her flippity-floppity daughter trying to make her way over to her. “And not all of them are... quite as endowed as you are, hehe!”

Twilight Sparkle bumped her head against her mother’s hoof, and looked up. Her eyes fell upon the finely aged vagina, the one that had once stretched and nearly tore birthing Twilight into the world, still looked quite lovely.

“Forty four years old, and it doesn’t look a day over thirty two,” Twilight Velvet giggled to herself. That’s not always a good thing though, because pussy, like a fine wine or cheese, is best aged. But I digress...

“Jeez mom, especially after giving birth to the two of us...” Twilight poked the slit experimentally with a hoof. “How’s it still look... so nice?”

“Time heals everything, my dear,” Velvet said, smirking as she moved one of her own hooves down, spreading her nether lips and giving Twilight a nice view of her inner lining. “Now, come on, sweetie. Stop wasting time and jam your cock into your first slip-and-slide.”

Twilight pushed herself to her hooves, and braced herself against her mother, dick slapping against her mother’s inner thigh. Velvet had reasonably meaty thighs—in fact, her flank was something to definitely look twice at. Twilight slid up and down and all around her mother’s body, until finally, she managed to poke the head of her erection against her mother’s goo hole. Twilight herself was perched over her mouth, in a pre-crouching position.

“I-I obviously haven’t done this before...” Twilight said, sweating from the sheer awkwardness of the situation.

“Honey, I’ve been having to deal with five inches for the last twenty-two years. I’m going to be just alright with whatever happens, as long as you don’t end up fucking my bladder or something like that.”

Twilight nodded, and slid herself forward, her member connecting her to her mother as it pressed its first three inches in right off the bat. Velvet sighed in pleasure; not only was it lengthy, but it was considerably girthier than her husband's as well.

Twilight was completely unable to move after this. Her whole body has seemingly frozen, rusting itself into place. This. Felt. AMAZING. Well, not more amazing than that time she injected LSD into her eyeballs (thanks, Pinkie), but this was pretty close up there. This was such a foreign feel to anything she’d done with her vagina, and anything that had happened to her balls, so she wasn’t entirely certain what to do at this point.

“Alright, sweetie,” Velvet said, one of her eyes closed as she bit down on her lower lip. “Gently... gently thrust in and out of me, alright?”

Twilight Sparkle nodded, and began to do just that, slowly thrusting in, and then slowly thrusting out, her penis going one inch either way with in in and out movement. The warm, wet pussy walls grasped Twilight’s cock as she went in and out, sending little tingles through her body and up her spine as she fucked her mother.

Velvet, meanwhile, was enjoying the feeling of finally feeling like she was being stretched again. Truth be told, she and her husband hadn’t been doing much in the sex department lately anyway, and her vasgina was beginning to revert to factory settings. With her daughter’s new, fabulous dick, however... by Celestia’s swarthy, hair balls, she was finally going to feel s though she were being fucked again.

Still though... Twilight was exceptionally under experienced. Never even having been fucked herself, she was the epitome of virgin! Never fucked, never been fucked! She was just sort of... pivoting inside of Velvet, not sliding any further, not hunting for the g-spot, and not doing anything... inventive. Just safe rocking back and forth.

She’d have it no other way, though. This was about love, not meaningless sex! She wanted her daughter to feel happy and enjoy her first and quite possibly only time fucking her mother.

Twilight, feeling a bit adventurous, slowly slid in another two inches, taking shorter, faster thrusts. Her screwed up her face in concentration as her back legs bent, and her hips dropped downward. A bit over half of her length insider her mother, and her thrusts were still speeding up.

“A-ah...” Velvet moaned. “K-keep going sweetheart, this is nice, this is very nice...”

And keep going Twilight did. She moved her hooves closer to her mother’s boyd, and dipped her head down. In some of those trashy romance novels that Twilight had read before she burnt in lieu of firewood that one exceptionally cold winter, kissing had taken place during some of the thrust-fucking. Of course, Twilight had also learned about that in Advanced Sex Education, which she had taken when she was nine. It just never hurts to have facts confirmed by two or more reputable sources, that’s all.

As she continued to softly pummel her mother’s sweet snatch, Twilight leaned in and bumped muzzles with her, kissing her mother sloppily on the lips. Drawing on previous techniques used in the kissed but naught from ten minutes ago, the two slammed each other’s tongues into one another’s, explored their respective partner's oral cavities, and ran their tongues over the other’s teeth.

There was a strange pressure forming in the back of Twilight's gut, near those giant swinging pain orbs that hung off of her like some cruel joke put there by a vengeful god(dess). She felt a rush of blood surge into her cock, and it hardened even more than it already was.

Velvet felt it too, and grinned. “Mmm... guess somepony’s got a hair trigger...”

“I-I’m not...” Twilight gasped as she thrust harder and faster into her mother’s beef portal. “I’m n-not used to this yeeet...”

“It’s okay, baby,” Velvet crooned, licking her lips and letting her mouth fall open. “Just let it all out inside me, come on, cum inside your momma, just for her...”

Twilight continued to thrust, but her expression was one of mixed worry and ahegao. “W-wait, that’s... that’s how primary mammalian reproduction works, I can’t kn-knock my own mother up, that’d be... I can’t even begin to comprehend the genetic repercussions.” Twilight had apparently forgotten she now has a chromosome that isn’t supposed to exist outside of cheesy sci-fi pronos.

“Twi-Twilight, it’s a magic cock that the princess gave you,” Velvet moaned as she arched her back, impaling herself further on her daughter’s mass of meat. “I have serious doubts you’re fertile... besides, I’m on the pill!”

Twilight gave her mother the best apprehensive look she could with her eyelids fluttering and her cheek muscles twitching as her orgasms smashed towards her like a wave of unstoppable teenage fillies rushing towards a Fall Out Foal concert. “R-really? You sure?”

“Well, some kind of pill,” Velvet muttered. Looking back up at her daughter, she gave her her best sultry smile. “Yes, Twilight. Now cum! Cum in momma!”

Twilight nodded, and grabbed the top of her mother’s thick left thigh and the lower part of her flank with her hooves, lifting her up as she stood up on her hind hooves. Her wings splayed out, flapping about, generating gusts of air and an ever-so-slight bit of lift that helped her balance on her back hooves as she thrust forward, sinking herself almost entirely into her mother. This pushed Twilight Velvet’s hips up even high, lifting them up off the floor. Her back and neck were safely padded against the pillows as Twilight's cock slid up against something tight and hard inside her mother’s vagina—the cervix, Twilight's orgasm riddled brain made passing note of—and their tails batted against each other.

Velvet’s eyes rolled back in her head as their two hips crashed together, her mouth falling open and her tongue lolling out of her gaping maw. All she could do was let out quick little pants and gasps as Twilight's cock twitched and quivered in her cooter. Twilight’s facial expression were strained as the pressure was so close to being revived. It was there, so close, she could almost...

And the dam broke. Twilight gasped in a mix of pain and pleasure as her first orgasm with her cock occurred. As the semen flooded from her cock, it burned like she was pissing molten slag, but after a few more squirts, it was nothing but a wave of orgasmy goodness. She hadn’t cum at all since she first got her testes, and boy, was she over making up for that. It seemed as though there was a near limitless supply of semen to flood from her into her mother—indeed, there was so much of it that her mother’s stomach was beginning to bulge as her insides were filled with her daughter’s purple pony princess penile propagation paste.

“M-mom...” Twilight moaned out, her teeth gritted and her eyes almost closed, drool leaking from her mouth and dripping down her cheek. Her semen began to shoot out around her cock and mother’s pussy lips in small rivulets. The cum leaked down her cock, sliding down and gathering in strands on her large, swaying balls, which were almost visibly shuddering as they discharged their heavy load. Large, gooey ropes were sliding down Velvet’s plot and crack, collecting on the floor in a puddle underneath her.

After what seemed like an eternity of orgasmic pleasure and supernovas of pure warmth, Twilight finally shot her last strand into her mother, and fell backwards into her back, her cock sliding out of her mother with a long, wet noise reminiscent of a plunger being removed from an exceptionally clogged toilet, dragging along with it an odd gallon or so of semen.

Both of the mares laid their, sweat pouring down their bodies, covered in semen and saliva and all manner of bodily fluids that are completely inappropriate to share with family members. Velvet’s eyelids were fluttering, and her whole body was shaking, still brought to her own orgasm, despite her daughter being such an inexperienced fuck. Even though it was just one orgasm, she’d easily rank it among the best in her life.

“Th-that was...” she said, huffing and gasping for breath. “That was lovely, Twilight. I really appreciate you indulging me in such depravity.”

Twilight did nothing except stare at the ceiling, gasping for breath.

Velvet sat up, pressing being exerted on her midsection and resulting in a jet of cum splashing from her depths. “Hehe... we’ve made quite the mess. Well, Twilight honey, we’ve got about an hour left before we’re expected... I think we can both stand to wash up.”

Twilight nodded, the ceiling still being her primary interest.

“Together.”

Twilight swallowed hard.