A Tale of Conquest

by Reaps

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthro
Length: 1533

They say karma's rough, and sometimes it's pretty twisted. This is a lesson Silver Spoon will learn soon.

Silver Spoon was never a nice filly growing up. In fact, many might have called her a bully, a tyrant, a bitch. To call her these things would hardly be unfair, but still her life was hardly hurt from it. She still had friends, though most have come and gone to be replaced and again, and no one she'd tormented in her youth had anything to do with her, which was fine as far as she cared.

But life catches up with you, and sometimes a twisted game has a twisted end. When Silver Spoon hears noises from her mother's room, she decides to see what's going on, and happens to find out just how twisted that end can be.

All characters depicted are above the age of consent.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-02-19 06:07:48 UTC

Check Mate

To say that Silver Spoon’s eyes resembled decorative dinner plates wouldn't be a far stretch as she peered through the keyhole of her mother’s door. Though there was almost no noise from the room, save for what slipped past her current viewing portal, the scene on the other side was hardly what she could've expected, though it did explain why she received no answer at her knocks.

On the other side of the door, what left Silver Spoon’s jaw slack, was her mother being taken, sexually, roughly. The act itself, however, wasn't so much the cause for the young mare’s reaction; it was the sight of an old school mate, Scootaloo, being the ‘stallion’.

For a time, the grey coated mare sat outside the room, staring on with a mind buzzing in every direction at once, with not a cogent thought between its tangents. It wasn't until a somewhat muffled, ecstatic shriek from her mother brought her from her haze that she even moved. Unfortunately for her, the movement she made was neither one she'd expected nor one she'd wished to make.

As Silver Spoon was snapped back into reality, she flinched, and her precarious balance she’d somehow held through her shock toppled. She grabbed for the nearest source of a hold she could, which happened to be the door handle just above her. Though her hand found it, her fingers were too slow to grasp, and she managed only to turn it, with her weight carrying her against the door, and to the floor of her mother's room quickly after.

Between the sighs and screams of excitement now flooding Silver Spoon’s ears, it was little wonder that her intrusion wasn't heard by either party. Fortunately for Silver's secrecy, her mother was a bit too busy being impaled on a very real looking equine shaft to take other notice. Unfortunately for her, Scootaloo was nowhere near as distracted and happened to catch the rather sudden movement. As Silver looked up, she saw Scootaloo meet her gaze with a knowing, sinister smirk she still remembered. She wished that had been all she’d looked up to, as experience made that alone something easy to deal with, but today, that was not the case, as today, mercy was not for her, and karma had come full circle, in a rather twisted way.

Though she took the full sight in at once, unable to look away or ignore any detail, it felt to Silver as though she’d forced herself to witness the scene before her for hours. She saw Scootaloo standing, an almost insultingly casual hoodie and jeans still covering her almost entirely as she held Silver’s mother before her, Scootaloo's hand now firmly grasping her partner’s still remarkably rounded posterior for age. Silver’s mother was a literal hot mess, her mane horribly disheveled and doused in sweat, her legs wrapped around Scootaloo's clothed waist as she continued to bounce on the large, thick, impossibly realistic shaft jutting from Scootaloo's crotch. Silver wouldn't normally have looked at her mother like this, but the lofting surreality of watching her mother’s naked form like this made it abnormally difficult not to take notice of her still full, generous chest bouncing with her body’s pace.

As Silver continued to watch the scene, mute from the full sight, scent, and clamour of it all hitting her finally, she almost wondered if she’d seen the shaft sliding in and out of her mother’s pussy throb, then twitch. The only rationale left available to her was also the only thing telling her that was impossible. It was upon Silver’s noticing that the shaft was coming from Scootaloo's pants, from behind her undone zipper, that what was once rationality holding that the shaft was fake, soon became a frantic, desperate hope.

As Silver finally began to snap out of the effective trance she’d been put in once more, she tried to form words, something to utter, to say, to scream, but before she could, her eyes caught Scootaloo's once more, and as she heard the mix of moans, she was silenced once again, and a brief glance down was all it took to rest any hopes she’d held that this couldn't get worse. Silver sat in silence as she watched the target of her and her friend’s torment for years climax with, and inside her mother, knowingly, and spitefully.

Before Silver could even once more attempt to find a sound to make, her mother beat her to it, finally sobering up from her escapade, she let out an almost mortified gasp as she noticed her daughter on her knees on the floor, watching on silently.

There was no further sound in the room, with the only movement being Silver’s mother shivering slightly as she felt the last spasms of Scootaloo's very much real stallion cock as it finished releasing her seed. With its fade, the room sat still and silent for a moment, with Silver glancing between her mother’s ashamed countenance and Scootaloo's holding, victorious grin.

Seconds passed, moments, before there was anything to break the perfect picture of a twisted, but undeniable end to a foalhood feud. Silver had tormented Scootaloo, and though the pegasus retaliated, there was never any true return on any of it. Now, though, through whatever powers were at work, Scootaloo had established a kind of dominance, a position of power, that neither had expected, but both fully recognized.

Scootaloo, ever the one to push things, and to tempt fate, lifted Silver’s mother from a still erect, now very messy member and set the mare on her bed. With a dark, commanding gleam in her eye, she walked over to Silver, a hand keeping her thick shaft excited and erect. Silver watched as Scootaloo approached her, her eyes darting between her eyes and her thick, throbbing cock, still covered in the juices of both Scootaloo and her mother, a thick musk wafting off of it. Silver’s mother had little to say, and merely covered herself and hid, wanting neither to speak to the daughter she now knew she’d betrayed, nor to see what would happen now.

As Scootaloo reached Silver Spoon, she placed a firm hand on the back of the kneeling mare’s head, and held her turgid length before Silver’s face. The musk from the shaft filled Silver’s nostrils within seconds, the scent flooding her mind and filling her with disgust as she nearly gagged at the intense smell. It was a visible fight to keep from doing so, and it only made Scootaloo's grin broaden before she spoke.

“Clean the mess your mother made.”

Silver’s eyes went wide once more at the command. The order was clear, and the full meaning tore at the last of her will to resist everything happening. She gulped, and took in more of the musk involuntarily. Scootaloo made her impatience known by pushing Silver closer to the shaft, the scent now wholly inescapable. Silver bit her lower lip as she tried to muster the last of herself to pull away. She pulled at her limbs with every last ounce of herself that still had a will to resist, but it was a battle that she was not to win.

Silver Spoon’s mind stalled for a moment, her eyes drooping slightly as the last of the fight she had faded. With no real mentality left, she breathed in, taking in her world, which right now, was only defined by the cum-covered member before her, and the musk that still filled her nose, that she could not escape, and that she would never want to again. With a look less, not of defeat, but of acceptance, and almost purpose, Silver leaned in close, opening her mouth and starting to clean the length before her with her tongue, taking in a new part of her world, and accepting it without hesitation.

Scootaloo smiled and sighed contently as she watched the mare before her, on her knees and cleaning her cock with her mouth, licking away her cum and her recent partner’s juices without an inkling of resistance. She basked in the moment and felt a sincere pride in what she could comfortably call her claim.

For almost a minute, the only sound was that of Silver submissively lapping away at Scootaloo's member, swallowing the cum as she cleaned it away, and only stopping once her tongue found no more. She pulled away only momentarily before removing her glasses, placing them on the floor as she leaned in, pressing her face against the shaft as she looked up to its owner. A nod from Scootaloo, and Silver got the message.

The kneeling mare pulled from the length before her, wrapping her lips around the thick head of the cock in a sloppy, wet kiss before opening her mouth wider to take it past her lips, with a few more inches of cock flesh following into her welcoming mouth. Scootaloo sighed and shivered happily, the show of complete submission sealing it all as she placed a hand on Silver’s head and began forcing her down the shaft. This was a conquest for Scootaloo, and she was about to take full command of it.