Lineage

With a combination of poor coordination, bad timing, and being completely outclassed, I once again found myself receiving a knee to the groin and the pommel of a sword slamming straight into my jaw.

With that brutal attack from my Aunt Luna, I was knocked into the mud and my sword thrown from my hand, stabbing into the ground several feet away with a sharp squelch. Lying on my side, I watched my Aunt’s expression as she lowered her sword, a sharp look of disappointment in her green eyes and an angry snarl on her lips.

I’d disappointed her, yet again, by being unable to stay up for longer than thirty seconds before she’d been able to overcome me, her mix of strength, speed, and stamina being too much for me to handle. I felt anger kick up in my chest, grinding my teeth at my own incompetence, at my own inability to succeed at anything my Aunt made me do, whether it was construct a saddle, forge a sword, or successfully hunt, it didn’t matter. They were all filed under “Things I can’t do.”

I didn’t want to be a fuck-up. I wanted to be great at everything I did, but I just wasn’t. I didn’t understand why, though. I’d been told my entire life that practice made perfect, and I’ve been practicing for ten years, training for hours every day of the week to get better. I often asked myself: “How can I be bad at something after training for ten years?”

“Another pathetic display, Richter,” Luna said, her chastising not helping my mood at all, her confirmation of my inability to do anything right causing my anger to blaze out and become nothing more than self-loathing. “I’m honestly beginning to wonder if I’m wasting my time doing this with you every day.”

“Yeah,” I said, sitting up and rubbing my sore jaw, ignoring all the other cuts, bruises, and breaks I’d suffered during our forty minute sparring session. “I’m starting to feel the same.”

This reaction caught her off-guard, she’d expected a snidey remark or another excuse to clip me round the ears for speaking to her in such a disrespectful manner. But for her to hear me agree with her, that was something she wasn’t used to.

“I’m sorry?” she asked in confusion.

“I said I’m starting to feel the same,” I said, getting to my feet and wiping as much muck off my leather apparel as I could, looking up at her with failure plastered across my face. “Why am I here, Aunt Luna?”

“To learn how to properly fight, as a prince or princess must be trained-” she began before I cut her off.

“-Trained in the arts of war as much as they are in the arts of literature, music, and conversation, yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ve fucking heard it before, too many times,” I growled, my throat becoming tighter as I spoke, getting emotional without meaning to. “But why the fuck am I here, really? I’ve already proven for a fucking decade that I’m worthless. There isn’t a single thing I can do without somebody else’s help.”

This conversation was making Luna uncomfortable, as she couldn’t comfort people. She didn’t know how to be affectionate or compassionate towards people. She was the woman the CO called in to knock the arrogance and anger out of recruits who thought they were too big to be told what to do. She was called in to threaten, yell, and scream at subordinates who refused to do what they were told.

It was Cadance and Celestia who were asked to comfort people. They were the ones who knew how to put an arm around a crying child’s shoulder and convince them everything was going to be alright. Luna didn’t. I could see it in her face while I spoke that she was out of her element and was trying to find something to say.

“Let’s face it, the only thing I’m good for around here is sleeping with the daughter’s of delegates and getting them to agree to proposals and deals you’ve set forward, to show them that Equestria and the Crystal Empire are great places,” I snarled, balling my fists down by my sides. “Y’know what else does that? Food. Wine. Clothing. The gifts you always give to the visiting delegates or ambassadors to convince them that there’s money and materials to be gained in diplomatic relationships. You might as well just get young, handsome men to deliver the baskets and sleep with them to do the same… no… the only fucking job I’m good at here.”

I paused mid-rant, placing a hand to my face and taking a calming breath, or at least trying to take one. I removed my hand and looked at Luna, hoping she’d have at least something to say to try and help, instead of being her usual cold and uncaring self.

“I… have never, and I meannever, seen a grown man sound so pathetic in all my years,” she said, saying the exact opposite of what my self-pity needed to hear. Instead, she just told me the truth. “Do you know how miserable and ‘woe-is-me’ that little display sounded right there? Do you?”

This is the point where the anger came back.

I grabbed hold of the hilt of my sword and drew it, Luna raising her own and preparing to fight, only to lower her sword as she watched what I did next. I grabbed hold of the bottom of the blade and lifted it up horizontally, bringing the blade down on my knee with as much force as I could muster, using my own natural super-strength to snap the blade in two, ignoring the large cuts this opened on my fingers, and throw the two pieces to the ground.

“Yes, throw a tantrum. I’m sure that’ll solve everything, won’t it, little boy?” Luna asked bitterly.

“Go fuck yourself,” I snarled, turning my back and storming off. “Grael?”

“Yes my… gods, Richter, is everything alright?” Grael responded with a worried tone. “I can feel your emotions, you’re angrier than I’ve seen you in years.”

“Don’t worry about it. Just tell Madame Vortega to have something ready for me to eat by the time I get back or I’ll have her and the rest of the kitchen workers put to the axe,” I snarled, ending the conversation and mentally blocking Grael out.

I sat on my bed, staring up at the ceiling while using my fingers to search for that stray fucking chicken wing on my plate that had been eluding me for nearly a minute. I obviously wasn’t looking at the plate and really couldn’t be bothered to, eventually losing my patience and grabbing the plate and throwing its contents onto my torso, picking the up the heaviest object, and finding the delicious chicken amongst the bones.

This must’ve looked quite amusing to anyone who would’ve been standing at my doorway as I munched on the chicken wing whilst being covered by dozens of chicken bones. Since there was nobody else there, I decided to laugh ironically in the ugliest way I could. This genuinely entertained me and caused me to laugh for real, though it still didn’t lift the foul mood I was in.

“Richter?” I heard my mother’s voice ask from outside my room, her fingernails drumming on the door as she spoke. “Mind if I have a word with you?”

“No,” I said, not moving from my position and allowing the chicken bones to remain dormant on my torso. “Come on in.”

The door opened and my mother walked in, stopping briefly and shooting a weird glance at the numerous corpses littering my figure.

“What have I told you about performing seances?” she asked with her arms folded.

“Always wear protection and do it on a safe day?” I responded.

She laughed at the joke, sitting down on the edge of the bed, resting her right thigh on her left knee, and leaning back on her arms. She turned to me with a compassionate look, pursing her lips as she examined the numerous injuries on my face.

“What happened?” she asked kindly.

“Same as usual,” I sighed, looking up at her. “I got my ass kicked.”

“Do you want me to tell Luna to go easier on you?”

“No.”

“Do you want a different trainer?”

“Nope.”

“Do you even wanna keep training?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Then what are you gonna do instead?” she asked in a curious manner.

“Sit around and whack it,” I responded, turning my head to look at the wall.

“Please don’t,” she sighed, rubbing the bedsheets with her hand. “These things are hard enough to clean as it is.”

“I thought you said you threw them out and just bought new ones?” I asked, looking at her with a cocked eyebrow. She then proceeded to make a “shhh” gesture before winking at me, my head hitting the pillow with a loud sigh.

“My entire life’s a fucking lie,” I whimpered, a sudden pain in my thigh springing up. “Ow!”

I looked down at my leg to see my mother unball her fist and point a finger at me.

“Don’t swear,” she warned.

“Please stop hitting me,” I moaned. “I’ve had enough of that today.”

“Yeah… it looks like it, honey,” she said, moving up the bed and sitting down next to me, gingerly moving my head from side to side to see the extent of my injuries. She then proceeded to lie down next to me and stare at the ceiling, a quiet air settling as neither of us spoke for several moments.

“So,” she said eventually. “Are you gonna tell me why you came back early? And in a hissy fit, no less?”

“Maybe,” I said, going quiet again before releasing a loud sigh. “I… I kind of had a tantrum after about forty minutes of getting the hell kicked out of me, and Luna wasn’t exactly very helpful at that point.”

“I know, she’s useless,” my mother nodded, leaning her head on my shoulder. “I don’t know why I let her near you, if I’m honest.”

“Because all she does is beat me up?” I asked.

“Yup,” she nodded. “What kind of things did you rant and rave about whilst throwing said tantrum?”

“Oh, the usual,” I shrugged. “‘I’m not good for anything, I’m useless and can’t do anything right, yadda, yadda, yadda.'”

“Pretty much the usual ‘woe is me’ schtick then?” she asked, nuzzling closer to my neck. “And you’re not completely useless, there are a few things you’re good at.”

I’d been ignoring the subtle movements she’d been making as she lay down next to me: the splayed legs, the slightly raised dress, and the seductive bodily contact. However, the next movement she made threw all of the subtlety and secrecy out of the window in less than a second. She placed a hand on my chest and slowly slid it down, using her soft and nimble fingers to gently cup my crotch, massaging my package through my pants.

“Mom?” I asked in an unsure tone, wondering how far she was going with this.

“And one of those things you’re good at seems to be pleasuring women,” she said, completely ignoring me. “That’s a skill I value very highly… care to show me?”

Well then. Here I was, the place I’d wanted to be for several months now with the prize dangling on a stick in front of me. Now, I know you’d expect any reasonable man to protest the act of fornication with their mother, using arguments like “She gave birth to you” or “She’s a blood relative, it’s wrong” but to be honest, I wasn’t really too concerned about it. Incest was a thing that had been popularised by royal families all across the world, and the two of us together would be a drop from a shower in the vast sea of incestuous families that nobody really knew about.

So, yeah. I was about to smash her like a fucking sledgehammer and had no qualms about it whatsoever.

“I’d love to,” I said with a grin, her beautiful pink eyes lighting up with lust as she smiled back, closing them as she moved her face towards mine. Her soft, pink lips made contact with mine, a practice I’d become very familiar with in the past few years, and she ran her tongue across my own, asking for entry. I heard her moan quite loudly as I allowed her tongue into my mouth, the thick, wet muscle pushing up against mine as the test of one her usual spells overrode my senses: Ever-fresh breath, always tasting of bubblegum, something I was fond of myself.

I moved my hand through her thick, multicoloured hair, massaging the back of her head as my tongue lashed, licked, and explored the confines of her mouth, the sweet taste of her spit sending fireworks off in my head, a hot groan escaping from my lungs into hers as I felt her lightly squeeze my rapidly-growing erection, her skilled fingers working around the leather belt and buttons to free her object of desire.

I pulled away from her, a spit trail connecting us that she quickly broke with a lashing tongue movement, before looking at me with discontent, completely enjoying our kiss and being quite upset that it had ended so swiftly. Although, my next movement was more than enough to help her forget about it, clamping my mouth to her neck and beginning to suck her soft skin, moans of pleasure coming from the maternal figure I was pleasuring as she finally managed to free my shaft from its home. She moved her eyes down to the large organ she had rescued, biting her lip excitedly as her eyes shone ever brighter with excitement and lust.

“Wow,” she said with a horny growl to her voice. “Somebody’s a lucky guy.”

I grinned at the compliment, sucking down a slow breath as my mother closed her hand around my thick shaft and began to stroke it gently, my intent to watch her jerk me off being changed to something else as I felt her lick my cheek. I turned my head to look into her eyes and became rather shocked at the transformation my mother had undergone. It was nothing as serious as the Nightmare transformations each alicorn possessed, and wasn’t even physical in terms of metamorphosis. But her entire demeanour had changed from that of a regal and restrained princess to a inhibition-less harlot, desperate for pleasure.

Her eyes were now not just shining, but glowing with bright pink light, her lips appearing thicker than before and seemingly glossed, biting down hard onto her bottom one as she stared longingly at me, her dress also looking a lot tighter around her chest, her bust having increased a cup size from a double-D to an E-cup, something I was more than happy to see.

Her posture had also changed, going from a neutral lying position to a much more sultry, curved way of resting, her thick rear jutting out as she pressed her tits against my arm. Her body seemed much warmer than before as well, her hands now providing a comforting handjob as she began to silently mouth several different words to me. She placed her forehead against mine, opening her mouth once more and allowing me to kiss her, her tongue feeling slightly longer than before as well as much more flexible.

While the first kiss had been a wake-up call to my cock, this one was slowly pushing me over the edge, my mother’s newer appearance coupled with her previously-unrevealed sexual aggressiveness not helping me last longer from her amazing handjob.

“You gonna cum yet?” she asked in a horny manner, batting her eyelashes at me.

“Not yet,” I answered honestly, having been often praised for my stamina in bed.

“Good,” she smirked, running her tongue over my neck before latching back onto my mouth, driving her tongue deeper into my cavernous maw. “I’m just starting to enjoy myself, my dear boy.”

With that remark, she removed her hand from my shaft and sat up, slowly raising a hand and snapping her fingers, her dress beginning to glow brightly before disappearing to somewhere else, revealing a sight that nearly made both of my heads explode from arousal: my mother in full lingerie. The matching bra, panties, and fishnets she wore coupled with the looks she was now giving me as she crawled lower down the bed, swinging her leg over my body, and planting her panty-covered cunt just above my mouth almost gave me a heart attack.

The smell from her moist lips, even with her underwear masking most of it, only made me harder, the soft giggle my mother produced at the other end of the bed as she prodded and played with my cock, making me smile myself. She pulled back the foreskin on my cock and lowered her head, the sensitive head of my organ feeling her hot breath mere inches above it, her weight preventing me from bucking my hips forward and getting the tip into her mouth.

“I’ll start when you do, baby,” she chuckled, grinding her crotch against my face. “And we’ll see who lasts longer.”

“Fine by me,” I nodded, pulling her panties to the side and uncovering her beautiful lower lips, pressing my hands against her thick butt and beginning to devour the pie in front of me.

“Ooh,” she chuckled. “Somebody’s hungry.” With that, she began to run her tongue along the length of my shaft, her hand pumping up and down the base while her long, hot, and wet tongue slathered the length, my cock beginning to twitch with excitement as she pleasured me. Another thing I realized is that not only did her breath, spit, and cunt taste of bubblegum, she was also producing a pink fluid from her pussy that was definitely her own lubricant, this fact amazing me as I’d never heard of anybody having that particular ability to cum a certain flavour. I knew guys could do it if they ate different foods, but I didn’t know women could.

I grinned through the cunnilingus, my tongue pressing against her lips and slowly dragging upwards before pushing inside her and exploring her inner walls, spreading her cheeks further apart with my hands and taking powerful licks, the taste of her delicious cunt driving me insane. I then felt her remove her hand from my cock and sit up as best as she could, removing her clit from my attention.

“Mom?” I asked as she stuck her hand out to the side. She turned her head to look at me, her beautiful features enhanced even further with sharper cheekbones and brighter eyes, the curves of her face and her white skin being now a tanned shade and much smoother than before, a fanged grin now staring at me as I recognized the features from a bestiary I’d read months prior.

“You’re… a succubus?” I asked in surprise.

“Maybe,” she said with a playful wink. “Maybe not, but if I am, would you stop enjoying this? Would you want to stop?”

I attempted to sit up, only for her to spin around on top of me and pin me down, her beautiful bright eyes staring into mine in an almost hypnotic fashion.

“Now, now,” she giggled, grinding her wet pussy against my shaft in an attempt to keep me still, which it did. “I know you’ve studied succubi and know that they’re monsters… but I’m sure that your teacher taught you the one type of monster immune to us… right?”

“Yeah… an incubus,” I nodded, the realization hitting me in the face. “Is… is Dad a-”

“Oh, of course, honey, you’re one of the very few crossbreeds to exist between our two races, with myself only being half-succubus and half alicorn. You’re quite the genetic marvel, you know?”

“But… only women can be succubi… right?” I asked, feeling my mother angling my cock to press against her lower lips, preparing to slide down onto it.

“Yes, that is true, but you still carry some succubi power, such as the ability to grow stronger through sex… as well as your incubus blood making you stronger by impregnating other women, using the life energy that forms at the point of conception to boost your own power,” she said, slamming her hips down onto my cock and taking all eleven inches deep into her womb, her cheeks flushing red and a loud moan escaping her mouth.

“And… the more powerful a being you fuck… the… the more power you d-drain from… it,” she moaned, finding it difficult to exposite information at me whilst riding me.

“Look,” I said, clamping my hands to her hips and beginning to buck into her myself. “Can we tell each other ghost stories and facts-o’-the-day until after I’ve fucked your brains out? Because this is a moment I’ve been waiting for for a long time and really don’t care for a science lesson right about now.”

“Fair enough,” she grinned, her now foot-long tongue lashing into my mouth and using the back of my teeth as a hook to pull her back towards my mouth, my mother now resting on her knees and allowing me to slam my thick cock into her, her body jumping and her tits bouncing with each powerful thrust of my muscular hips, the heat of her sopping cunt arousing me more and more as the slut moaned into my mouth.

“Harder!” she begged, wrapping her arms around my body and screaming into my ear. I obeyed her request and flipped her onto her back, pinning her arms to the bed and staring into her glowing eyes as her sense of reason and logic went out of the window, her primal instinct of procreation taking over and forcing her to do anything she could to get her mate to cum inside her. She began to slam her hips forward, meeting my thrusts as I bucked as hard and as fast as I could, moving my hands from her wrists to her breasts and squeezing her balloon-like fat deposits, loud screams coming from my mother’s lips as I pinched and tugged on her nipples.

She clapped her hands to my face and stared at me, my own vision turning a light shade of blue as I felt something begin to change, my speed increasing as well as my rapidly building orgasm depleting to a near-numb feeling.

“W-What… did you do?” I asked in an angry tone.

“Nothing…” she said with an aroused grin. “Your powers are waking up.”

The strange feeling overwhelmed, killing any notion to hold back that I might’ve still had, linking my hands underneath the middle of her back and lifting her off the bed, now slamming as deep into her tight space as I could and enjoying the animalistic screams of pleasure my mother was releasing as she wrapped her legs around my bag, slamming her hips down onto my cock as hard as she could, my new, seemingly limitless stamina helping me decimate her cunt faster than any man should be able to do.

Squeezing her close to my chest, she hugged me tightly, whispering words I couldn’t hear into my ear, my hearing suffering from the same effect as being too close to an explosion: completely gone and replaced with nothing more than a loud and almost painful ringing sound, only feeling the vibration of my mother’s words against my ear and the thud of my hips hitting hers.

Feeling the need to change position again, I pushed her off me, an angry look being gifted to me for the action, before turning her onto her front and lifting her onto her hands and knees. I grabbed hold of her hips and guided by cock back into her cove, slamming into it with near bone-shattering force, beginning to violently pound her again, my hands squeezing and playing with her soft ass cheeks as she soon lost the ability to support her weight. Her face slammed into the bed and she began chewing and tearing at the bedsheets, her sharp fangs cutting through the material as the heat of her body began to burn the fabric, though doing no damage to me.

Thoughts and words no longer existed. There was no inner monologue in my head recounting how hot she was or how good it felt to finally fuck her. It was nothing more than primal thoughts and grunts, my thrusts nearly lifting her feet off the bed. Even through my blue field of vision, I was able to see red marks appearing on her ass from where my crotch was hitting it, seeing my mother’s back muscles expanding and contracting as she tried to keep herself from being fucked off the bed entirely.

Slamming her hand into the bed, she turned her head back to look at me, her tongue hanging out of her mouth and drool down her face, her cheeks flushed redder than a tomato and her chest heaving from exhaustion. She said something, though couldn’t make out the words, but I figured it was a request. Whether it was something I either did right or completely ignored, I had no idea. I merely continued to fuck her with everything I had. She then repeated herself with an angrier expression, I guessed she was saying the same thing as her mouth made similar movements, and once again, I ignored her.

The third time she spoke was when I realized I’d done something wrong, as she held her hand out to me and fired a thin bolt of pink energy at my forehead. The beam connected, but instead of punching a hole through my head or knocking me out, it sent an enormous rush down to my crotch and made me ejaculate. I felt myself blast stream after stream of thick cum into my mother’s womb, her face returning to that orgasmic look she’d given me before as she visibly came herself, her head dropping onto the bed and drool running down her tongue as her hands tightened around the shredded bedsheets.

Several seconds went by as I continued to cum, more and more packing inside her until it began to spill out around my cock, dripping down her legs and onto the bed. The more semen I pumped into the her, the clearer my vision became, my hearing returning and my rational mind switching back on. All of a sudden, the energy I had drained and I dropped down onto my back, my cock sliding out of her and allowing the excess ejaculate to run freely from her cunt and down onto the bed.

We both lay there for several seconds, panting and unable to move before the more experienced lover of the two of us got to her knees and crawled over to me, collapsing onto my chest and staring at me in the eyes, her succubus features slowly returning to normal. After several seconds, she lay down next to me and, using her superior size and strength, hefted me up onto her chest and began to slowly stroke my head.

“I knew your incubus form would be strong…” she whispered in my ear. “But I wasn’t expecting… that much of a transformation… this early in your life…”

“W-What are you-” I began before she cut me off, pressing a finger to my lips.

“Shhh…” she said, massaging the back of my head. “You’ve just expelled a lot of physical energy just now and your body isn’t used to your transformation yet. Sleep it off for now, and you’ll feel better later on, trust me. Momma knows best.”

I nodded my head, allowing my mother to click her fingers and summon a new cover for us to sleep on, the heat of her body and the warmth of the blanket helping me go to sleep within moments.