Lineage

Svea and I had crawled into bed with one another after our moment together, happily falling asleep in each other’s warm grasp as the sun finally began to set over the frigid wastes. Our sleep was undisturbed until the sunrise, at which point the dragoness began to stir and move. I opened my eyes to find her staring into mine, a look of wonder and confusion glazed over her icy orbs as she spoke:

“Your breath stinks,” she said.

I responded to this by breathing directly into her face.

She responded to this by kneeing me directly in the balls.

“Ow!” I yelped in agony, hunching over in the bed and trying my best not to cry.

“That’s what you get,” she said, sitting up and stretching, joints and bones popping and cracking as she did so. “That’ll teach you to have naturally foul-smelling chemical compounds in your mouth.”

“I really need to introduce you to my Aunt Twilight,” I squeaked, sitting up as best as I could with the ache I now possessed in my balls. “I think your lack of social skills would really spark off a conversation. That, or you’d just sit at opposite ends of the room and pretend to look at the scenery whenever you catch each other’s eyes.”

“I think I’d enjoy talking to her,” Svea said, lying back down again. “After all, she’s done so many great things in her life, like solving the problem of eventual enchanting gem energy leakage, rewrote the rulebook on magically-assisted terraforming, and recreating rune and book casting magic altogether.”

“And I’m sitting here with my only achievement in life being the fact that I can flip a wineskin that’s slightly empty over and have it land right side up,” I sighed.

“You never know, it may become a respected craft in time, my dear,” she said, petting me on the head.

“You’re mocking me,” I stated.

“Of course I am,” she smirked, getting out of bed and cracking her neck. “Now, do we have anything planned for today?”

“I’m not too sure,” I shrugged, sitting myself up against the headboard and admiring Svea’s naked form. “Do we?”

“We could go into the city?” she offered. “Shop around for a while, eat at a nice restaurant, have a nice day out?”

“That sounds like great fun,” I said with a smirk.

“It’s a shame we’re gonna have to cancel that,” I heard a familiar voice say from the doorway. We both turned our heads in surprise, seeing Luna standing with her arms crossed and a stone-faced expression. “We’re in a lot more trouble than we thought we were.”

“You don’t knock much, do you?” Svea asked, seemingly annoyed by the intrusion but making no effort to cover herself up.

“Not really,” she shrugged.

“And what if Richter and I were engaged in a passionate moment?” Svea asked.

“Then I would’ve walked in and ruined the entire thing, killed the moment, and made both of you feel really awkward,” Luna answered before looking at me. “And you can thank my attitude for being the reason you don’t have a younger sibling from a drunken night without thought.”

“Duly noted,” I nodded before getting back on topic. “What kind of trouble are we in?”

“Go and ask Twilight,” Luna said, “She’ll fill you in while Celestia and I sort out our gear.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” I said, cocking an eyebrow in confusion. “Twilight and Celestia are here?”

“And your mother, too,” Luna nodded. “Get dressed and come and say hi. Your mother’s been antsy to talk to you and Celestia had to practically pin her down when we arrived early this morning to not kick the door down and assault you with questions.”

“I… I expected you to take longer to get back here,” I said as I got out of bed, noticing the real lack of any modesty or caring about nudity as I searched the room for something to cover myself up with that wasn’t my armour.

“The border’s only an eight hour ride from here, took about two hours to convince everyone they were needed, and hour to sort the council into taking over in our absence, and another eight to get back, we’ve only been gone for nineteen hours, Richter.”

“You guys get shit done fast,” I said, finding a pair of leather pants and a white shirt in a set of drawers.

“We’re used to this kind of thing,” she shrugged. “Now, go and see Twilight… and I’m sorry for interrupting your sex time.”

“You will be,” I said, deciding to forgo my swords and just get on moving. I walked over to Svea, giving her a hug and a kiss goodbye before moving towards the door, slapping Luna on the ass as I walked past her and receiving a thwack to the back of the head as I did so.

“You shouldn’t get so mad about me touching your ass, Luna,” I chuckled. “I’m gonna be fucking it sooner or later.”

“And until that day comes, I’m going to keep it on a pedestal out of your grubby reach, letting you fantasise and drool over your imagination of what it feels like,” Luna said. “So that when it finally happens, you’ll think I’m even more of a goddess than I already am.”

“I’m not sure if that’s unendingly cruel or extremely benevolent,” I said, blinking blankly.

“And that is why I’m a ruler,” she winked, walking past me. “Twilight’s taken the study in the right wing of the Academy. Go talk to her as soon as you can and then come see me. I’ll be training in the courtyard with Celestia for a few hours. You can go and visit your mother after you’re done. She’s stolen the room overlooking the gardens on the east side of the Academy.”

“Right,” I nodded, taking mental note of everything she’d said. “I’ll come and see you soon.”

“Get moving,” she said, walking past me and down the hallway, leaving me on my own. I quickly made my way over to the study, hearing Twilight muttering to herself as I opened the door. She was facing away from the doorway, sitting on the floor in her underwear, her other clothing discarded around the room, as she looked over a metal staff, several books, and a pile of gems. I cleared my throat as to not scare her on approach, her head turning around and looking at me.

“Oh, Richter!” she said with a beaming smile. “How long have you been awake?”

“A few minutes,” I answered, walking over to her and sitting down. She kissed me briefly before moving back with an unpleasant look on her face.

“You need to clean your teeth,” she said, wiping her tongue on the back of her hand. “C’mere…” She leaned over again, prying my mouth open and placing her finger on my tongue and using some kind of magic. She then levitated a glass of water over to her free hand, pouring it into my mouth and closing it again.

“Rinse,” she instructed, following the command until she made the gesture to stop and gave another order “Spit.”

I did so, spitting out all of the water that had now lost its clear colour, now being a slightly yellowish-brown colour.

“Ew,” I stated. “Why the hell does it look like that?”

“Because the spell I used helped do more than clean the plaque off your teeth,” she answered. “It washed out dead cells, bacteria, and saliva mixed with whatever you ate and drank last night, as well as having a basic freshening smell mixed in there. Your teeth are probably as clean now as they were when they first formed. And your breath’ll be much fresher too.”

“Wow,” I said, licking around my teeth and feeling them insanely smooth, not just on the surface, but rougher edges had been smoothed off entirely. “Did you fix them?”

“Eh, ‘fix’ is a bad term,” Twilight shrugged. “Your oral hygiene is quite good; you don’t have any sort of decay, rotting, or severe damage to your teeth, but they were a little rough around the edges, so I decided to give them a quick regrow in small parts to get rid of the jaggedness, as well as fixing a very minor chip to your rightmost first premolar that’s not really noticeable, but I’ve seen cause discomfort when the jaw rests.”

“Thanks, Twilight,” I said with an impressed nod.

“Don’t mention it,” Twilight said. “If you had your own magic, I’d teach you the spell that myself and the other girls use for perma-fresh breath in a flavour of your choosing. I use lavender, Cadance goes for bubblegum, Luna uses blueberries, and Celestia has vanilla for hers. What d’you think you’d prefer?”

“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “I’ve had the smell of ‘good pussy’ in my mouth since I was thirteen, so going for that flavour wouldn’t change much.”

The bemused look I got from Twilight was worth the respect she obviously lost for me, turning her head back down to the staff and continuing to tinker with it, messing with a mechanism on the upper shaft that caused a four-clawed mechanism to expand and contract upon hitting it.

“What’re you doing?” I said, moving closer to her to get a better view.

“Just working on making an invention of mine a little more efficient,” Twilight said. “A few years back I was working on teaching a group of witches out in the Verunda desert how to incorporate bo staff techniques into casting magic and which steps worked better with which element of magic, but after a while I got sick of having to continuously pick up a new staff or carry loads of them around with me, so I cobbled together a metal staff that grab hold of different enchanted gems, each being given their own element that I could change on the fly.”

“That’s pretty impressive,” I whistled.

“Yeah, I was really surprised nobody had done it before,” Twilight nodded. “When I got back to Equestria I put a quick letter and file into the patent office, got a few smiths and mages under my employ, and went about selling them for a good few years to get a few more million bits in the treasury from the patent alone.”

“How is it some people have to struggle and bleed for their inventions to be taken seriously-” I asked with a smirk. “Yet you’re able to make millions off an invention you created overnight because you were a tad lazy?”

“It does insult some of the greater minds, doesn’t it?” Twilight chuckled in agreement. “I remember a friend I had a while ago, a Neko-Mage by the name of Chesnee, who was trying to get her research project patented by the Guoxian Industrial Furtherment Offices and they just kept back-logging the file to the point of her bringing up her anger with the invention to her shrink, who had an old girlfriend in the offices who could speed up the process.”

“So he did it for her?” I asked.

“Nope,” Twilight said, turning a purple gem over in her hand as she spoke. “Chesnee had described the project to her in such great detail that she was able to memorise it, build it several times to perfection, and then put her own claim in for it, had her girlfriend speed it along, stole the credit as inventor, and got the money for it all for herself.”

“You’re fucking kidding me?” I asked in horror. “What about Chesnee’s submission? Surely it was dated earlier than the shrink’s, right?”

“It did indeed, but it turned up ‘missing’ after an investigation was launched,” Twilight continued. “The investigation in the department where that girlfriend, the one who handled both the most recent patent submissions and the backlogged ones, just happened to have ‘misplaced it’ during an office move she’d done recently.”

“That’s complete horseshit,” I said in disbelief. “Did she get away with it?”

“Legally? Yes, she was free to reap the rewards of the stolen invention for as long as she lived,” Twilight said, a darker smirk appearing on her thick lips. “Though thanks to an unfortunate ‘accident’ at work, that wasn’t too long.”

“You killed her?” I asked with a cocked eyebrow.

“Goodness, no, Richter!” Twilight said in a faux-shocked manner. “I’m a princess… I have people to do that for me.”

“I forget how much I love you sometimes,” I said, smiling at her in a proud manner.

“I’ve always said that I’m no angel,” she said, finishing up her work on her staff and trying the mechanism a few times, seemingly contented at the changes she’d made. “Right, I’ll test out the lightning gem first.”

“Hang on,” I said. “Won’t the charge be conducted through the metal if you use a lightning gem?”

“Already solved it,” she said, flipping the staff around and showing me the claw itself, running her fingers over it and pointing out the half-inch thick coating of resin it had on it. “Non-conductive insulating resin covering specially-molded glass stops the current from going down the metal shaft. It’s not the most resilient thing in the world, but the staff isn’t really made for hitting things with.”

“Huh,” I said, scratching my head. “I really should just assume you’ve thought of everything before opening my mouth.”

“Indeed,” she stated. “I am the girl that has three back-up plans for every contingency plan for when plan B fails.”

“What’s it like being so smart?” I asked.

“Conversations can be kinda one-sided,” she shrugged, fitting the gem in and closing the claw, myself spotting the resin fold slightly around the gem as it did so.

“Wait, the resin is malleable?” I asked.

“Semi-malleable,” Twilight said with a so-so gesture. “It’s malleable enough to cushion anything placed into it, this being another reason I went with this resin over others I’d developed because it can protect the gems from being scratched, but it’s not malleable enough to lose its shape through use.”

“You genuinely are a genius, aren’t you?” I asked in amazement.

“It took you this long to realise that?” she asked with a proud smile. “I’ve solved equations that have stumped the best minds in the world, completed spells that had been left unfinished for hundreds of years, and was the first to develop the mathematical formula on how many licks it takes to get to the centre of a Tootsie-pop.”

“How many is it?” I asked.

She tapped the side of her nose and winked playfully at me.

“The world isn’t ready for it yet,” she giggled. “Anyway, I’m sure you’re hear for a briefing, right?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, getting back on topic. “Luna said we, or you guys, were in more danger than we thought you were?”

“Indeed we are,” Twilight nodded. “In the few minutes I was given to search my library before leaving, I used the same searching book we used for the Black Bible to locate any books on religions involving female deities, and during the journey here I was able to read up on three that mentioned the creation of a fake god by the practicers of said religion.”

“I think I might be able to help with that,” I said, getting Twilight to look at me with a bright expression. I took my journal out of the pouch, thankful I’d strapped my belt onto my pants and kept the pouch on it. I took the pages I’d taken from Elron’s mansion and unfolded them for Twilight to read, her eyes immediately focussing on the images focussing on the desecration of the mothers.

“Oh dear,” she said, placing a finger to her lip. “That doesn’t look good.”

“No, it’s not,” I sighed. “It’s your classic case of a guy getting angry at a girl he wants to fuck because she’s not paying attention to him. But anyway, the guy I took these from, Elron, found evidence on the Highmoore’s religion, it focusses on an all-female pantheon from what I read, and so far there are three of them I’ve seen: the Mother of the Harvest, the Mother of Fertility, and the Mother of Darkness.” I pointed to each picture as I mentioned the names, the Mother of Darkness getting Twilight’s attention almost immediately.

“That looks a lot like Luna,” she stated.

“I thought the same thing,” I nodded. “You don’t think-”

“No, definitely not,” Twilight said with a shake of her head. “I’ve traced Luna and Celestia’s Lineage back to fifteen generations ago, even going so far as to find their parents’ names in an old textbook, where they were born, and what their last names are.”

“Care to share?” I asked.

“Their mother’s name was Etyrna, the Alicorn Pharaoh of Resheph, which is where Luna gets her dark skin from, because their mother was a black woman, and their father, Ailbeart the alicorn prince of Shetland and younger brother to King Lachlan the Conqueror,” Twilight explained. “Tracing even further back than that, we get nothing close to Highmoore Elves or ancestry, and ignoring the fact that there are several portraits in possession of the Equestrian royal family that show both Luna and Celestia as children throws out any possibility of Luna being some earth-bound Goddess of an ancient religion.”

“Fair enough,” I shrugged.

“You were saying?” Twilight asked.

“Right, the three mothers are part of the Highmoore religion,” I answered. “But if my basic knowledge on religions of the past tells me anything, having mothers of Fertility, Darkness, and Harvest seems way too scattershot to just be those three, especially when so many other religions involve gods that have control over life, death, elements, love, and all other kinds of stuff. There has to be more, right?”

“I think there is,” Twilight said, using a levitation spell to drag a thick, decaying white tome over to her, gently opening the ancient, yellow papers to a page she’d booked marked. “I’m happy the bookmark didn’t fall out.”

“I usually just fold the page over to remember where I am,” I shrugged. There was a moment of silence as Twilight shot me a severely disgusted look, my skin beginning to itch as she stared at me before going back to the book itself.

“The religion here mentions several female deities that were worshipped twenty thousand years ago,” Twilight said. And judging from the fact that the Highmoore supposedly disappeared thirty five thousand years ago, we’re looking at an adapted-slash-adopted religion from another civilization. It makes things like the names less reliable, due to them usually giving them newer ones, but I’m positive we can still rely on this information.”

“So what does it say?” I asked.

“The religion focussed on the worship of Twelve specific female deities, each being given a month of the year to call their own and be worshipped, with the main four ‘Mothers’ being the Mothers of Life, Death, Light, and Darkness, with eight lesser Mothers that represented Fertility, Harvest, Seasons, Animals, Magic, War, Emotion, and Wisdom.” Twilight read from a passage. “So it seems that we have twelve, four representing the main parts of the world, with eight others representing smaller-yet-essential parts of life.”

“And I’m guessing the three here were Elron’s favourites?” I suggested, looking at the pictures again. “Seems the guy had a thing for stacked MILFs, athletic Reshephian women, and hard-working girls.”

“A man after your own heart?” Twilight asked.

“Indeed,” I nodded. “Though I think I’d replace the working girl with a big-titted redhead with emerald coloured eyes.”

“That a particular fetish of yours?” Twilight asked.

“That’s my dream girl right there,” I smirked.

“Y’know Cadance has mastered the art of body modification magic, right?” Twilight asked with a cocked eyebrow. “You could probably ask her to change into that.”

“Don’t tell me that,” I responded, examining the notes again. “Otherwise I’ll be looking into patricide and remarrying-under-mind-control.”

“Forget I said anything,” Twilight said, reading the descriptions of the mothers and the images of their desecration. “But everything seems to check out for this being the same religion… which I’d hoped it wouldn’t be.”

“Why’s that?” I asked.

“Because this mentions a thirteenth Mother, a false mother created and locked away by whoever worshipped these Mothers previously,” Twilight said. “The second civilization to worship these Mothers gave the thirteenth the name of ‘Mother Misfortune’.”

“Mother Misfortune?” I asked. “Not the Mother of Misfortune?”

“No, no account ever lists her as a mother of anything,” Twilight said with a sigh. “Though there are accounts of her being the opposites of the True Mothers in terms of appearance. While the True Mothers are often described as being inhumanly beautiful… Mother Misfortune is described as an abomination.”

“Is she really that ugly?” I asked with a confused expression.

“Richter…” Twilight said, skimming through a few pages. “From what I’ve read about her, she’s not even human. She was apparently a mass of tentacles and stitched-together body parts from several animals ranging from horses, to wolves, to orcas that then seemed to decay and rot into a malformed crime against nature all the while possessing the power of one of these gods.”

“How do you do that?” I asked.

“Do what?”

“Give something the power of a god? Gods are supposed to be unbelievably powerful, to the point where no mortal being can touch them. How do you just throw some offerings around and give a corpse power beyond humanity?”

“Usually through mass sacrifice of human life,” Twilight sighed in a depressed and, worst of all, knowing manner. “You line up thousands and offer their spirit, soul, power or whatever into something that can contain it before channeling that power into yourself or your god. It’s what Sombra did with the Crystal heart. He killed thousands of his own citizens to fuel their energy into the Heart and wanted to transfer it to himself.”

“I heard about that,” I said, racking my brains to think of the history lesson. “What stopped him?”

“In the end?” Twilight asked. “Your mother. She was able to drain the power out of the heart, putting herself in a hell of a lot of danger, and used its power to wipe Sombra off the face of the earth.”

“Why was it dangerous?” I asked.

“What happens when you set an explosive off in a closed container?” Twilight asked.

“It breaks the… oh,”

“Yeah. Your mother took on more energy than it was safe for her body to handle and not only almost killed herself, permanently damaged the Crystal Heart beyond repair to the point of it being nothing more than an ornament,” Twilight explained. “I think it’s actually mounted on the footboard of your parents’ bed.”

“That’s the real Crystal Heart?” I asked in disbelief.

“Yup,” she nodded. “It’s not good for much. If I remember correctly, Cadance had some of it chipped off on a side that you can’t see where it’s mounted and had that turned into a ring.”

“Wow,” I said, nodding my head in amazement.

“I think Celestia wanted Cadance to use the fragment to replace the pink stone in her second crown, but Cadance outright refused to have it changed,” Twilight chuckled.

“Why’s that so funny?” I asked.

“Ask her about it the next time you see her,” Twilight said. “Actually, go ask her about it now. I think I’ve caught you up on the situation and you’ve helped me narrow down what we’re up against.”

“Right, okay,” I said, both of us getting up from the floor. I gave her a hug, kissing her briefly before heading out of the door. “Give me a shout if you need anything.”

“I will,” she winked, going back to her research.

I was eager to find out what was so special about the stone in my mother’s crown. I knew from a history book that it was a pink diamond similar to Celestia’s, but beyond that I didn’t know much about it. I made my way to the bedroom overlooking the garden where Luna said she’d be and entered the room, seeing my mother, also in only her underwear, looking out the window with her thick hair tied behind her head in a high ponytail.

“Hi, Mom,” I said with a smile. She turned around, her eyes lighting up in joy as a smile spread onto her gorgeous lips, bolting over to me and squeezing me tightly, mashing her massive rack against my chest before locking lips with me, gently caressing my tongue and inner cheeks with hers. I enjoyed her taste, her touch, and her warmth more than any other woman’s, feeling closer to her than anyone else and always feeling regretful when she had to leave. She reluctantly broke away, staring down at me with a compassionate gaze before uttering a single, quiet sentence:

“I’ve missed you,” she said, placing a hand to my cheek and kissing me again.

“I’ve missed you too, Mom,” I said after she broke away. She slowly guided me toward the bed, sitting down with her back against the headboard and opening her legs, allowing me to sit down with my back resting against her torso. She closed her arms around me, resting her chin on my head and inhaling deeply, allowing me to feel the rise and fall of her chest and her heartbeat in my back. There were no words between us for several minutes, merely silence and comfort as she embraced me, not willing to let me go for a long time. She ran her fingers through my hair in a comforting manner, the scent of her perfume bringing back childhood memories of falling asleep in her arms at night in a more comfortable way than any bed could provide.

“What’ve you been up to?” she asked after several minutes.

“Nothing much,” I answered quietly. “I killed a few ancient Elves, got my ass kicked a good number of times, and knocked up a catgirl and a dragon.”

“I really wish you’d marry someone before you’d do that,” she said in a bemused manner. “For once I’d like to have an official grandchild that I can publicly claim is mine, instead of having your girlfriends run off to other parts of the world where I never get to see them again.”

“Sorry,” I chuckled. “But on the bright side, you should be seeing these two more often.”

“That’s good,” she whispered in my ear. “Who are the mothers?”

“The catgirl is the mother of the one I got to work for me and the other is Svea,” I answered.

“Older women, yet again,” Cadance said in a fake-disappointed manner. “You keep picking qualities in women that are the same as Mommy, don’t you? It’s older girls, girls with pink hair, girls with similar facial features. I swear one of the reasons you fucked Calatera as often as you did is because she looks like she could be my daughter. Your Oedipus Complex needs to be kept in check, Mister.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I smirked, kissing her forearm. “I don’t need to find cheap replacements anymore. Not when I have the real thing.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” Cadance said, being silent for a moment before speaking again. “Though your attraction to me is what made you crush on Calatera so hard, isn’t it?”

“... Yes,” I said after a moment of silence. “I almost called her Mom once when we fucked a few years back because I was pretending she was you.”

“I’m flattered,” she chuckled, snuggling closer to me before talking. “Though I’m happy she’s legal now. I can finally get her to go down on me without getting dirty looks from my mother when I bring it up to her. Which is unbelievably hypocritical coming from her of all people.”

“How come?” I asked.

“Because I was fourteen the first time she fucked me,” Cadance answered, looking out the window. “Granted we were both highly emotional due to a recent death of a family friend, bad times in country relations, and she was completely trashed on whiskey at the time, and she needed the loving embrace of someone because Luna wasn’t around… but she was completely sober when she asked me to bed the next night.”

“Wow… I had no idea you were that young,” I blinked in surprise.

“Eh, underaged sex is kind of a big factor in our family,” Cadance shrugged. “I had that whole ‘Law-abiding princess’ personality about me that told me having sex before you’re eighteen was a morally wrong thing to do, but after Celestia introduced me to the fun world of body modification and how big of a dick she could give herself with a snap of her fingers, I stopped feeling guilty about it after the first blowjob.”

“Oh, that reminds me,” I said, being more surprised at the fact I was able to brush off the knowledge of my mother and grandmother’s futa adventurers with one another and continue a conversation than the fact that they did it to begin with. “I met a Futa Demon yesterday at a mansion in the city. She mentioned that she was a hired goon or something and she gave me a crystal I could use to contact her if I had a job… do you think she’s trustworthy?”

“The only people I think you can trust when it comes to paid services are ice-cream men and prostitutes,” Cadance answered. “But keep her in mind if you think you ever need an extra hand… or an extra cock. By the way, did she mention how big she was?”

“No. I accidentally grabbed a hold of it when it was soft, and it felt pretty big,” I shrugged.

“Bigger than you?” Cadance asked.

“Definitely not,” I said with a shake of my head. “She’s maybe nine or ten inches at full length, while I’m about a hairsbreadth of twelve inches nowadays.”

“That’s good to hear,” Cadance chuckled, kissing me on the cheek. “I think your cock’s still getting bigger as time goes by. You’ll probably get to about twelve and a half before it stops. You’ve got good incubus genes if your father’s anything to go by.”

“Awesome,” I smirked. “Are you gonna be fighting the Rejected Mother with everyone else?”

“That’s it’s name?” Cadance asked. “And yes, I am.”

“Right. How long d’you think it’ll take?” I asked.

“It shouldn’t take longer than a week from Luna’s report on how big the city is,” Cadance answered. “Why’d you ask?”

“Just to get an estimate on how long we’ll be here for,” I answered. “And to see how many nights you and I get to share a bed.”

“Who says I’ll be bunking with you?” Cadance asked in a teasing manner. “I might wanna sleep in the same bed as Luna and Celestia.”

“Tough,” I shrugged.

“Ooh, somebody’s getting possessive,” she giggled, pecking me on the ear.

“I think it’s in my nature,” I grinned.

“What about your dragoness friend?” she asked. “Won’t she wanna sleep with you?”

“I think she’s got her eyes set on fucking Celestia sometime soon,” I shrugged. “I promised to help set the two of them up sooner or later.”

“I know Celestia’s been itching to get her tongue on another girl recently,” Cadance nodded. “This’ll be good for her… oh, that reminds me: Are you going to be busy later tonight?”

“No, why?” I asked.

“Because ever since we set off, Twilight’s talked to me non-stop about fucking you,” she chuckled. “Poor girl fingers herself sore every night thinking about you. So I said that I’d get word to you that she’s desperate for your cock on one condition.”

“Which was?”

“I get to join in with you,” she answered. “So? Would you be interested in dumping a load into both of us later tonight?”

“I think I’d like that,” I nodded with a wide grin, getting a kiss on the cheek from my mother as she lay her head back. “It’s still early morning. Fancy a nap?”

“I’m supposed to be going to see Luna soon,” I responded.

“I don’t give a fuck,” Cadance shrugged. “You’re sleeping with me until I say you can go.”

“Alright, the blame’s on you if she gets mad at me,” I shrugged, closing my eyes and snuggling against my mother’s pillowy tits.

“Please, if she gets mad all it takes to calm her down is a bottle of brandy and a rimjob,” Cadance sniggered, closing her own eyes and sighing. “She’ll be nothing to worry about. Trust me.