Author's Note

[Incest/BestCest ]
Characters: [Derpy Hooves] [Dinky]

Sweet by TheMusicalBoy93

Dinky watched with a heavy heart as her mother trudged across the living room with leaden hooves, her head hanging low as if weighed down by a bag of heavy stones. The young unicorn glanced sideways at the hanging calendar, confirming what she already knew; tomorrow was Hearts and Hooves Day. Historically, Derpy had shown time and again to her little filly that this was her least favourite day of the year. Every year, ever since Time Turner – Dinky’s father – went missing, Derpy would fall into the same upsetting routine. She would wander through the house without any suggestion of awareness of her surroundings – at least, less so than usual – and she seemed to lose all her happy-go-lucky bubbliness that Dinky had grown up with, and come to accept as normal behaviour for her mummy. Hearts and Hooves Day was supposed to be one of the happiest days of the year for everypony but, instead, Derpy was always so sad and miserable because she was all alone at this time of year.

Dinky sucked in a deep breath, puffing out her chest as a look of determination etched itself across her face. Her mum had been sad and alone for too long. And Dinky decided to do something about that. She had once seen Button Mash and his mum, when she went on a playdate to his house, cuddling up to each other as they played a game called Mine Block, or something like that, on Button’s Z-Cube. She had been out of the room for just a few minutes getting snacks when she overheard them talking as she came up to the door of Button’s bedroom.

“Mum,” Button said, never letting his eyes move from the screen as he swung his avatar’s sword at the cuboidal monster in front of it.

“Yes, honey?” Love Tap looked down at her little colt as she nuzzled the top of his head with her chin.

“If dad doesn’t come back before I grow up, I’m gonna be your coltfriend,” the young gamer announced, nonchalantly. Love Tap chuckled good naturedly. She had worked with colts and fillies much younger than Button, so she was no stranger to the often uninhibited logic of youngsters. It was a common thing to; a filly or colt making it ambition to be a special somepony to a parent – especially where single parents were involved. She placed a kiss on her son’s cheek.

“And I’m sure you’ll be a wonderful coltfriend, Button,” she mused, stroking the gamer colt’s belly with her hoof affectionately.

Dinky nodded to herself resolutely as she turned for the door, sure of her goal for her mother. She strode through the door, saddlebags in tow, and marched through the streets of Ponyville toward the local bakery; Sugar Cube Corner.

The young purple unicorn weaved this way and that through the crowds, thankful that nopony really paid her much notice as she meandered her way to her destination. While she walked, she levitated a coin purse full of bits from her saddlebags and began counting its contents as she travelled. Her mum worked as a mailmare which, although wasn’t a particularly badly paid job, barely covered the cost of living for the two mares, simply because the bills and mortgage they had were so high. As such, Derpy was always careful with money, but she always made sure that she had enough money set aside for Dinky, whether for birthday of Hearth’s Warming presents, or to give her as pocket money. Ever since she had overheard that conversation, Dinky had often wondered if maybe that would help her mother get over her sadness at this time of year.

The young unicorn neared her destination, but was so lost within her own thoughts that she bumped into somepony who was passing by just before reaching the steps of the bakery. She rubbed her head with a hoof and looked up at the pony she’d bumped. There, stood before her with a look of concern on her face, was her teacher; Miss Cheerilee.

“Hi Miss Cheerilee,” Dinky kindly greeted her teacher, rubbing her sore forehead. “Sorry about that. Guess I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”

Cheerilee smiled back at her student, waving a hoof dismissively. “That’s alright, Dinky.” She looked around the town square for any sign on the filly’s mother. It wasn’t a usual sight for Dinky to be alone without Derpy at least three feet away. “Where’s your mother?” She quirked an eyebrow, hoping she wasn’t leading Derpy on a wild goose chase.

Dinky’s ears drooped a little, and her shoulders sank a fraction. “She’s at home, feeling sad,” she said, making her teacher’s eyebrows rise slowly in realisation. Then, as quickly as her posture sunk, Dinky’s shoulders snapped back up to attention and a wide grin wiped itself across her face. “But it’s OK, because I’m going to make it all better for her this Hearts and Hooves day.”

Cheerilee’s eyes widened at her student’s sudden change of attitude. “Oh? And how do you plan to do that?” She enquired.

“I’m going to Sugarcube Corner so Mrs Pie can help me make a special kind of muffin for her. And then, I’m going to give her her very own special somepony.” Dinky puffed out her chest with pride, happy with herself for having come up with this fool-proof plan.

“I think I’m getting a toothache,” Cheerilee said after a moment’s pause, clutching her cheek with her hoof.

“Well then, you should probably go see Miss Colgate about that, Miss Cherrilee,” Dinky stated, innocently. Cheerilee blinked a few times.

“…Sure. Sure thing, Dinky,” she all but deadpanned, reminding herself that Dinky was still a young filly, so she wouldn’t understand what she meant.

Dinky and Cheerilee bid each other goodbye and the young unicorn trotted up the steps into Sugarcube Corner. The bell above the brightly painted oak door jingled cheerfully to announce her arrival, but was ignored by the bakery’s patrons who sat in pairs around the circular tables sharing milkshakes as they gazed deeply into their other’s eyes. The new arrival paid the couples no mind as she trotted up to the counter where the young adult mare, known to everypony as Pinkie, stood with the biggest smile on her face.

“Hello there, Dinky-dink,” the party pony greeted, her toothy grin stretching from one ear to the next. Dinky giggled at Pinkie’s pet name for her and waved politely.

“Good morning Miss Pinkie.” The young unicorn reached into her saddlebags and retrieved her small pouch of bits, lifting them shakily in her, still not too well developed, magical aura onto the countertop. “I was wondering if you could help me bake some muffins for my mummy. Seeing as tomorrow is Hearts and Hooves Day, and she’s always so sad at this time of year, I wanted to make her something extra special. I think that’s enough bits to cover the cost of making them.”

The pink party pony peered down, perplexed at the proffered pouch of payment. She untied the coin purse and allowed its contents to pour out onto the glass countertop. Her eyes bulged at the pile of golden coins that sat before her. Without counting, Pinkie estimated that there must’ve been at least sixty four bits on the worktop before her; more than half a day’s regular earnings for the bakery. “Uh… Dink? You know I don’t charge this much for my baking, right?”

Dinky nodded, an innocent smile plastered to her lips, as if letting her expression change would make her drop some sort of disguise around herself and reveal her to be a changeling, or something. “I know that, Miss Pinkie. But these are really special muffins with some really special ingredients I wanted to add to the mix.”

Pinkie tilted her head curiously at the unicorn’s explanation. “Why? What’s so special about these ingredients?”

Dinky smiled, almost triumphantly, as if she knew that Pinkie was going to ask her this question and had rehearsed her answer for weeks, in preparation to avoid arousing suspicion. “They’re mood enhancing ingredients,” she explained. “They’re very rare, and highly potent. My mummy’s always sad at this time of year, so I wanted to make her these muffins with these special ingredients I got from Miss Zecora to help stop her feeling so sad.”

Hearing this, Pinkie’s smiled broadened, somehow, and she let out a squee that sounded like something from a dog’s chew toy. Her forehooves flew to her cheeks, squidging her slightly pudgy face in on itself. “Oh my gosh, I’m getting the mother of all toothaches right now!” She squealed excitably.

“Huh. That’s funny. Miss Cheerile sad the same thing.” Dinky tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Is nopony visiting Miss Colgate recently?”

“Pinkie snorted with giggles, clutching the counter for support as she laughed. “Oh Dinky, I’m not getting a toothache because of bad dental care, silly. It’s a figure of expression. You know? Like “raining cats and dogs” or “better than sliced bread”? What you just said about your mama was just so sweet !”

Realisation hit Dinky square in the face like a wrecking ball. “Ohh! I guess I should apologise to Miss Cheerilee after the weekend,” she muttered. After recovering from her giggle fit, Pinkie scooped up the pile of coins and deposited them in the till before ushering Dinky into the kitchen to help her bake.

Just over an hour later, the muffins were baked, cooled, boxed up and slid into Dinky’s saddle bag for her to take home. Dinky let out a breath she had no idea she was holding in as she left the bakery behind. Dodging Pinkie’s questions about the special ingredients had been one thing. Actually adding them to Pinkie’s recipe without arousing suspicion had been a something else entirely. Dinky had to time her placement of the secret treats perfectly. Once Pinkie had mixed the wet ingredients into the flour and sugar, she had gone to prepare some cookie dough for the chocolate chip cookie dough muffins they were making. This gave Dinky a good two minutes, at most, to add her secret ingredients and stir them into the muffin batter in time before she returned. She added her phoenix feather, dragon’s tear and a small piece of Pink Mare’s Hoof to the mix, stirring the mixture rigorously to mix them in thoroughly. Luckily, Pinkie didn’t notice.

Dinky hadn’t lied when she said she’d gotten these ingredients from Zecora. Well, not from Zecora directly, but she got the knowledge of what they were and what they did from her, along with where and how to obtain them. Luckily, there was a shop in Ponyville that sold things like dragon’s tears and phoenix feathers, so they were easy enough to purchase. But the Pink Mare’s Hoof was a different kettle of fish altogether. Pink Mare’s Hoof was a root plant that grew deep within the Everfree forest, and was traditionally used as a powerful aphrodisiac. Just the tiniest amount could increase a pony’s libido tenfold, and it was this property that Dinky was hoping to exploit.

“I’m home,” Dinky called as she slipped through the front door, shrugging off her saddlebags before making her way to the living room. As suspected, Derpy was still sat curled up on the sofa, looking depressed and dejected. Dinky retrieved her box of muffins and made her way to her mother. “Hey mummy.” She placed the box on the coffee table, nosing it towards Derpy gently. “I made you some muffins with Miss Pinkie. You know, to cheer you up.” Derpy smiled gently at her daughter and ruffled her mane, half-heartedly.

“Aww, my little muffin, you didn’t have to do that. Besides, you doing this alone is giving mummy a toothache.” The two mares giggled as Derpy pulled out two muffins, offering one to Dinky –who took it with no hesitation – before taking a bite. She cooed happily at the taste of the half-baked cookie dough heart in her muffin, and a welcome warmth flowed through her feathers as she tucked into the sugary treat. Dinky savoured her muffin as she watched her mother shiver with delight from the muffin and its little secret additives. She watched eagerly as the effects of the Pink Mare’s Hoof began to take hold of Derpy’s body, filling her body with a pleasant warmth, turning her cheeks light pink and making her wings extend of their own volition.

After about a minute or so, Derpy was openly panting, and small beads of sweat were pooling in her fur as the heat in her body reached lower, slowly changing from a warming sensation to a nagging need. A nagging sexual need. Dinky ginned at the sight of her plan falling into place before her, quickly scarfing down her own muffin and making her move.

“Mummy, ever since daddy went missing, I’ve been worrying about you. You always get so sad at this time of year, and I want you to know that you’re loved. Even if daddy isn’t here to make you feel that way. So I wanna be your special somepony for Hearts and Hooves Day.”

Derpy’s ears shot bolt upright, and her eyes bulged at her daughter’s words. She looked down at the filly, mouth agape and tongue lolled out in shock and undirected lust. Dinky pushed herself forward and wrapped her lips around her mother’s tongue, playing with the slippery muscle with her own tongue in a messy, inexperienced kiss. With a foggy mind and severely impaired sense of judgement, Derpy reciprocated the kiss, wrapping her hooves around Dinky’s barrel and leaning back on the couch until her back met the cushions. She caressed her little filly’s mane as she deepened their kiss, her other hoof roaming over her blank flanks, the gentle tickle of her soft young fur increasing her growing need.

“How about you come sleep with mummy, my little muffin?” She offered, with misty eyes and a thoughtless grin. “That’s what special someponies do, isn’t it?”