All That Sparkles

Twilight Sparkle lay in her elegant, comfy bed, blankets pulled up to her neck, hooves peaking out over the comforter. Disloyal to its name, however, the comforter was barely providing her any comfort at all. All she could do was simply stare up through the pink silk that was draped over the top of her four-poster, up at the roof above her.

“I don’t think she’s taking the news very well,” Shining Armor said observantly, looking down at his little sister in her bed.

“Well, I’d agree, considering she’s been in bed for a damn week,” Cadance said, shooting her husband a reproachful glance. “Honestly, I know it must have come as a great shock to her to find out that she had accidentally impregnated her mother and that the baby everyone thought was her parent’s last chance at saving their marriage turned out to be hers, but all things considered, this is a good thing! She should be happy that she has a child of her own!”

Shining turned and looked at his wife, eyes narrowing. “Do you even think before you speak, or do words just flow from your mouth like a sewage pipe emptying into a city reservoir?”

Cadance pursed her lips. “You’re sleeping on the couch this week.”

Shining looked down at his hooves, face downcast. “I know.”

Twilight, meanwhile, was ignoring all of this. No expression betrayed her face other than the subtle shock and horror of the situation—she was a motionless statue, laying there in the bed and staring up at the ceiling. The blankets moved only slightly from her light, infrequent breaths.

“See, Cadance, this isn’t natural,” Shining said, his eyes wide with worry. “We need to do something! We can’t just leave Twilight here like this! We’ve got to snap her out!”

“Well, if she’s just going to wallow in self pity, I think it’s best if we let her ride it out,” Cadance reasoned with a cock of her eyebrow. “Let her mind process it, let her have a little bit of a breather, get it all out of her system, and she can come back when she’s ready. It’s all a simple bit of psychology. And besides...” Cadance let out a breathy, dreamy sigh. “I think it’s wonderful that Twilight’s found love at last. Even as the princess of love, I was beginning to worry that she’d never find a suitable partner, and would die cold and alone in a ditch after selling her body for food money.”

“I think we all feared that in one way or another,” Shining agreed. “However... what I don’t think any of anticipated, or that any of us except you find wonderful is that fact that Twilight’s ‘love’ is with OUR MOTHER!”

Cadance chuckled and rolled her eyes condescendingly. “Oh Shiny, you are so old school. Get with the times! Let ponies love who they want! Don’t hate, tolerate.”

There was the soft click of the door opening, and Solitaire in pegasus form walked in, balancing a tray on her head. Cadance immediately whipped around, an expression of pure disgust spackled on her face. “What do you want, you filthy bug?”

“Now now, Cadance, remember the tolerance camp...” Shining said, patting his wife on the back. Cadance took three deep breaths, and turned to Solitaire, struggling to smile. In this endeavour, Cadance’s strained expression ended up giving her the appearance of a pony who was trying to pass a buik out of their colon as opposed to one who was pleasantly smiling.

“So sorry, S-Sol... S-Soli...” Cadance attempted to choke out, getting stuck on the name and nearly gagging each time she tried to say it. “S-Sol... Soli-S-Servant. Servant! I am sorry, servant.”

“Oh, it’s no trouble,” Solitaire said, smiling sunnily. “I know you and Shining have been trying your best to leave your past prejudices behind over this past year, just as I have tried to repair the immense psychological damage your re-education camps forced upon me!” Her smile never faltered the entire time, although one of her eyes did twitch rapidly towards the end of her speaking.

“Yes, well, we’ve all done out fair share of wrongdoings,” Shining said, trotting over to the changeling with the tray balanced on her head. “But hey! You brought tea! And I think that’s something we can all set aside our differences to enjoy.”

Cadance carefully levitated a cup next to the teapot, and poured out a steaming cuppa for herself. Shining did the same, and once the two were adequately pleased with the level of tea in each cup, Solitaire trotted to the bedside table and deposited the tray, reverting back to her regular buggy form with a serious of green flashes and loud crackles. Looking over at Twilight with a sympathetic glance, she asked “Is Twilight alright? I hope nothing serious has happened to her, she was always nice to me. Never tried to eat me or lock me in a closet...”

“No one tried to eat you,” Cadance said with a scoff. “Don’t over exaggerate.”

Solitaire opened her mouth to argue, but a muffled crunching noise and a shooting pain in her wings diverted her attention. Looking back behind her, she saw Shining Armor chewing on her wings, his eyes rolling back into his head. Solitaire shot a glance at Cadance, and Cadance sighed.

“Honey, you’re doing it again...”

Shining refocused his eyes, and quickly spat out the wing, downing the rest of his tea in one gulp. As steam poured from his nose and ears, and sweat ran down his face, he giggled, embarrassed to the fullest extent.

“I’m so sorry, Solitaire,” Shining said, and on turned away, he clutched his head in his hooves, sitting down on his haunches, repeating the same words over and over again in a frantic montra. “Changelings are friends, not food. Changelings are friends, not food. Changelings are friends, not food. Changelings are friends, not food. Changelings are friends, not food. Changelings are friends, not food. Changelings are friends, not food. Changelings are friends, not food. Changelings are FRIENDS NOT FOOD!”

Turning around, he smiled awkwardly at Solitaire, who scooted a few feet to the right away from Shining.

Cadance sighed and sipped her tea, glancing down at the still unresponsive Twilight. “Well, I suppose we should let her be. She’ll sort everything out psychologically, and she’s not going to do it any faster with us hanging over her like vultures over an exceptionally delicious corpse.”

“Wait, I’ve got one more idea!” Shining said, patting his mane down, which had frizzed into the ‘crazy fringe’ during his episode, a hairstyle popularized by lazy teenagers and insane asylum patrons everywhere. Walking over to the bookcase, he pulled out a particularly dense looking tome, and held it roughly a foot away from his face inside of his magical grasp.

“Step back, you guys,” he instructed his wife and Solitaire as he strode over towards Twilight’s bed with great purpose. “I’m going to snap her out of this.” By the time he had reached the bed, both Cadance and Solitaire had moved away, which gave him ample room to do his work.

Shining looked down at Twilight, and smiled kindly. “Heeey, Twily. How’re you doing? Uh... I know you’re probably still a little shell-shocked from the whole ‘finding out you impregnated your mother and destroyed your parents marriage’ deal, but look!” He wiggled the book around, flipping through the pages rapidly. “A book! Those are the things you like!”

No response.

“Hm...” Shining furrowed his brow and narrowed his eyes. “I think I just need to...” He manipulated the book in his aura, spreading it open to about half way in the book. holding the pages to either cover. Carefully, he lowered the book down into his sister’s face, letting it settle on her snout. The book covered her entire face, and now all Twilight would see were very blurry words. “There you go!”

No response.

Shining turned to Cadance and shrugged. “I got nothing.”

Cadance clutched her hoof to the bridge of her muzzle, groaning internally.

Meanwhile, down in one of the many guest rooms just a floor below, Twilight Velvet sat in a rocking chair, cradling her little filly in her hooves. The filly, whom she had named Twilight Glimmer, cooed adorably from her spot in her mother’s forelegs, yawning as the rhythmic rocking slowly put her to sleep.

“Velvet, she’s adorable and all,” Princess Celestia, the other occupant of the room, said. “But we really need to get into the task at hoof. First off... why did you name her Twilight Glimmer? That’s exceedingly close to your daughter and her moth... father’s name!”

“It’s the original name I had picked out for Twilight before her father and I did some negotiating,” Velvet said, smiling down at Glimmer. “And since Twilight wasn’t... lucid for the naming, I figured I’d finally be able to name a child of mine what I wanted.”

“Very well,” Celestia said. “And yet that brings me to my next point; Twilight Sparkle has been unable to do anything but stare at her ceiling for nearly a week! This is completely unacceptable, especially considering that she is your daughter! Ignoring all the obvious moral and biological ramifications, you need to show a bit of compassion for her and the state she’s in! I’m not usually this harsh with my subjects, but this is a very serious matter involving somepony I care about almost as much as you should!”

Velvet sighed, and looked over at Celestia. “Princess, this isn’t any easier on me. You know that I love her, right? More than a... mother should love her daughter, really.”

Celestia rolled her eyes. “Inappropriately so, or else we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

Velvet set Glimmer down on her lap, and turned her head to look at Celestia. “Princess, I beg of you. I know it must be hard to understand, but she’s... somepony I love deeply. I’ve watched her grow up into a beautiful mare, and I’ve been there almost every step of the way watching her blossom into this wonderful, perfect pony. There might be something deeply wrong with me, but I... I just want to be able to do something about these feelings that doesn’t involve suppressing or ignoring them! And don’t try and get me on the therapy thing, I’ve tried that, trust me.”

“Wait... when did you go get therapy?” Celestia asked, her voice saturated with skepticism.

“It was about eight years ago,” Velvet said, picking Glimmer up again and resumed to rock her gently.

“At about the same time those fifteen therapists went mad and committed mass suicide?”

“Yeah, that wasn’t a coincidence,” Velvet said , ticking her daughter’s chest with the tip of her hoof.

Celestia groaned. “Ugh... do you know how awful that was? I was doing no-stop paperwork for a week! It was completely ridiculous. Velvet, this charade must end. Please, don’t continue this on anymore than you already—”

“With all due respect, Princess,” Velvet said, shooting Celestia a reproachful glance. “There is no ‘charade’, as it were. I love my daughter, and yes, it is sexual, and yes I am in love with her. I am not faking this. I am not doing this as part of a scheme or an act or simply for attention. I had a foal with her, for Celesti-aah...” Velvet trailed off when she remember who she was talking to. “...right. Well, regardless, I’m actually pleased with where we are.” She smiled down at Glimmer, who smiled back up at her.

Celestia sighed, and clutched a hoof to her muzzle. “Dear sweet zombie me, why do these things always happen to me instead of Luna?”

“You could just let us be,” Velvet suggested. “I know this is no place for me as a citizen to tell my princess, but I really think you could just let us... try to have our relationship. Give us a little time to see if our feelings could be realized. Almost a year ago, I confessed them to Twilight, and she was willing to indulge in them. Now I want to see if she’s able to commit to them.”

“She’s in a coma,” Celestia said in a low growl, her teeth gritted.

“I fail to see how that’s relevant,” Velvet said, shrugging her shoulders. “She’ll come out of it soon. Besides, it’s a shock for anyone to find out they have a child when they weren’t expecting one.”

“Yes,” Celestia said, almost visibly shaking. “Especially if they had the child with their mother!”

“A minor technicality.” Velvet tickled Glimmer again, and the baby alicorn lifted her hooves while giggling.

“Besides, in doing this, you’re keeping Twilight away from tons of potential suitors who are far more... socially acceptable, and less damaging for the gene pool,” Celestia informed Velvet as she paced around the room. “And what’s worse is that you’re emotionally manipulating her! That’s not fair to Twilight, she should be given the choice to love who she wants.”

“I did give her the choice,” Velvet said. “And she let me have her.”

Celestia’s brow furrowed. “I still... I still believe that she should choose somepony she can have a less... entangles and taboo future with. You’re dooming her to a social stigma and a... a...”

Celestia trailed off when she saw the surreptitious smile Velvet was giving her. “Whatever is that expression for, Velvet?”

“You like my daughter, don’t you, Princess?”

Princess Celestia’s eyes widened. “Well I... that’s an absurd notion! Of course I like Twilight, very much so, she’s one of the best and most talented students I’ve had for a long time! I made her Princess for a reason, you know, and I—”

“Oh, Princess,” Velvet said with a chuckle. “You know what I meant. There’s something more there that you feel for Twilight. You’re overly defensive, you’re at a heightened emotional state, and you’re sweating over the smallest things.”

“Incestuous offspring of a high Canterlot noble family and a PRINCESS isn’t exactly a small thi—”

“Princess, I know unconventional love,” Velvet said seriously. “We’ve been arguing about it for the past hour, after all! I don’t have to be Princess Cadance to see the signs; love can make even a millennia-old Princess babble like a school-filly with a crush on her teacher.”

Celestia’s cheeks were aglow with a blush. “Supposing I even did have... romantic feelings for Twilight, this is not what this conversation is about! You’re dodging the subject, and I’ve got one last point to go over with you!”

“Oh really?” Velvet asked, cocking her eyebrow. “What’s that?”

“Night Light,” Celestia said, her horn sparking and opening a door behind her, which led into a small room with two couches flanking a coffee table. On the furthest couch lay Night Light, curled up in the fetal position and crying. “He’s been like this ever since he came to after learning about the child being you and your daughter’s instead of his.”

Velvet nodded. “Yes, I figured I’d have to deal with this eventually.” She picked Glimmer up in her magical aura, and gently laid her down in a crib just a few feet away. “Thankfully, I prepared for this.”

She leaned over her young filly’s crib. “Momma’s gotta go deal with a wuss right now, darling. I’ll be back soon.”

Glimmer gurgled.

Twilight Velvet walked over to a bureau on the opposite side of the room, and opened it up, levitating out a small briefcase. She nodded towards Celestia, and the two of them walked into the other room.

“Try to be gentle with him,” Celestia told Velvet. She nodded back.

Velvet took a seat on the couch across from Night Light, and set the briefcase down on the coffee table. Celestia opted to stand right before the edge of the coffee table, effectively in between the former couple.

“V-Velvet...” Night Light sobbed, clutching his tail and stroking it, tears streaming down his face. The cushion underneath it was thoroughly soaked, and indeed, little rivulets of water was leaking down into the tiles below, and a small pool of tears had collected under the coffee table. “H-how... how could you? You cheated on me with our darling little girl, and... just... how?”

“Yes, we’ve been over this,” Velvet said with a sigh. “I’m the one who had to push the little bundle of joy out of my cooter, I think I’m well aware that I had a child with her.”

Night Light sobbed louder, and Celestia cleared her throat. Velvet coughed, and lifted up the briefcase. “Right, anyway. We’ve got some business we need to go over...”

“What did I do?” Night Light whimpered, squeezing his tail tightly to his body. “Why did you have to d-do... this? Why am I... am I not enough for you?”

“Sweetie...” Velvet said, giving him a sympathetic glance. “You’ve given me a lot in these past two decades. You’ve given me love, we’ve shared wonderful experiences together, and you gave me a wonderful, amazing child. I think you were your own downfall, really—in giving me Twilight, you assured that you yourself could never hold up to her. You’re great, Night Light, but you’re not Twilight. She has all your best parts, and she has all of mine. She’s simply... better than you.”

Night Light stared at Velvet, eyes water, and burst out sobbing once more. Velvet looked over at Celestia, who scowled at her.

“What?” Velvet said indignantly. “I let him down easy! I didn’t make any reference to his small penis!”

“THAT YOU GAVE ME!” Night Light shouted.

“You can’t blame you problems on everypony else forever, Night Light,” Velvet said. “But I understand how difficult this is for you; you haven’t found the mare that’s absolutely perfect for you yet, and seeing me going off with one you helped create is filling you with jealousy and rage.”

“You are the perfect mare for me!” Night Light said, aghast. “I’m so upset because my wife is leaving me for my daughter!”

“Me? The perfect mare for you?” Velvet scoffed. “Oh, honey. If I were the perfect mare, I wouldn’t be leaving you for our daughter!”

This only served to make Night Light sob harder. Velvet sighed, rolling her eyes. “Oy vey...”

“Look, Night Light!” she said, opening the briefcase with a spark of her horn. “I know what will cheer you up!”

“Y-you do?” Night light sniffled, wiping his eyes with the tip of his tail.

“Yes,” Velvet said enthusiastically, levitating out a large stack of forms. “Divorce papers!”

Night Light stared blankly at Velvet for a moment, who smiled back at him. He burst out sobbing once more.

Velvet sighed. This was going to be a long night...

“...and at that point, the ice would wake her up,” Shining finished explaining to Cadance and Solitaire. “And there’d be minimal damage to her rectum!”

“That is quite possibly the stupidest idea ever,” Cadance said, and Shining looked down at the floor in defeat. The door swung open just then, and Velvet walked in, noticeably more wet than she usually was.

“Well, I finally cut it off with your father,” she told Shining. Shining looked up from the floor, and surveyed his dripping mother.

“How’d he take it?”

“Better than I thought,” she replied, shaking her mane, spraying tears everywhere. “Princess Celestia says she only estimates about four-thousand bits in water damage from his tears!”

“Ha!” Cadance said, holding out her hoof. Shining and Solitaire both grumbled, hoofing over ten bits each. “We had a pool on how much damage he’d do,” she explained.

“That was ten months’ worth of salary,” Solitaire said sadly.

“Is Twilight still in her...” Velvet said, gesturing towards her daughter, who was still in the exact same position, book on her face and all.

“Yup,” Shining said, shrugging. “We’ve basically given up all hope.”

“Well, you needn’t worry any longer.” Velvet grinned broadly. “I know my daughter and lover—” everypony else in the room shuffled their hooves and looked down at the floor, avoiding eye contact with Velvet. “—and I think I have just the thing to wake her up.”

Striding over to the bed, Velvet levitated the book off of Twilight’s face, and flung it to the side. It smacked Solitaire right in the face, sending her crashing to the floor. Velvet ignored this and the giggles from Cadance as she pulled back the covers, exposing her frozen daughter’s belly, sheath, and legs.

Velvet hopped up on the bed, and spread Twilight's legs. Gently, she cupped her swollen testes, and rubbed the sheath, humming to herself as she did so. In no time, the member began to snake out of its hiding place, laying across Twilight’s lower belly and hanging off her side. Whistling a gay little tune, Velvet, began to stroke the member instead of the sheath, smiling as it hardened, and moved her hoof on Twilight’s balls down to her daughter’s vagina, playing with the labia.

Twilight made no facial expression, but her member was at full mast in no time, sticking up with a slight curve, a bead of pre-cum present on the tip. Licking her lips, Velvet opened her mouth and enveloped the head of her daughter’s cock, suckling on it gently.

“Ew!” Shining Armor exclaimed recoiling in disgust.

“Come on, with us in the room?” Cadance moaned, shielding her eyes with her hoof and looking away.

“Y-yeah!” Solitaire said, picking herself off the floor and walking away backwards. “Gross...” The changeling retreated behind a potted plant, and faint schlicking sounds could be heard emanating from behind it.

Velvet paid no heed to the occupants of the room’s reactions, and simply took more of the phallus in her mouth. Her tongue rubbing along the back of the shaft, while her hooves massages the length that wasn’t in her gullet yet.

She continued to move down, bobbing up and down on the mighty meat, drooling escaping from her lips and trickling down the penis. She felt the rubbery texture against the back of her throat as she sunk down to five inches, and grinned around the cock.

“Mmm...” she moaned out throatily as she poked the cockhead against her suppressed gag reflex. Cadance and Shining gave each other embarrassed, awkward glances, while the schlicking sound from behind the potted plant intensified.

Velvet slide down even further, the cock about two inches into her throat. She gagged slightly, but took control of her gag reflex easily once more. Twilight Velvet was no amateur fellater—she had won two county fair ribbons in cocksucking back in her youth. Generally she hid those before company came over, except for when her mom showed up. Velvet always enjoyed flaunting how she had beaten her mom both years in a row.

Twilight’s cock twitched in Velvet’s mouth, and the mare new that orgasm was near. She slid her left hoof back into to Twilight’s testicles, and felt the beginning to retract closer to her body. Bobbing faster and licking vigorously with her tongue, Velvet worked her hardest to catapult her daughter to orgasm.

And orgasm she did! With a mighty heave, Twilight’s hips bucked upward, and her cock spasmed violently, held only in place by Velvet’s throat. A thick rope of semen splattered down Velvet’s throat, shooting almost directly into her stomach.

Well, where’s the fun if there’s no taste? Velvet thought to herself as another thick, long jizz strand slid down her throat into her belly. Moving her mouth up, the penis made a muffled shplik as it escaped from her throat, and entered her mouth. Twilight shot off two more spurts of cum, which landed on the back of Velvet’s tongue and slipped into her throat. She found that the jizz was jelly-like in consistency.

The cock was now about halfway in her mouth, and the cum delivered was less in ropes and more in globs. They were becoming fairly more watery, too. Velvet let her mouth fill up with the potential pony paste, and one her cheeks were bulging slightly, she swallowed. She opened her mouth, and let the dick slide almost fully from her mouth, the head barely resting on the edge of Velvet’s tongue and bottom lip.

Still, Twilight continued to cum, shooting little jets of semen into her mother’s mouth, and coating her cheeks and muzzle with spurts of sperm as well. By the time her cock stopped expelling jizz, Velvet’s face was soaked and dripping with a mixture of the yet-undried tears and roughly half a gallon of her daughter’s ball juices.

Shining turned around and vomited into the potted plant.

With a long snort, Twilight Sparkle slowly lifted her head, drool dripping from her mouth. “M-mom?”

Velvet turned around, spraying semen everywhere as she did so. Little droplets and globulos landed on Shining, who vomited into the potted plant again.

“Oh hey, sweetie!” Velvet said with a smile, jizz dripping down off her face and into her chest. “Glad to have you back with us!”