Lineage

The sleep lasted for several hours, definitely bringing us into the early afternoon, and it was Mom that woke up first. Both of us were reluctant to get up, but she convinced us both that it was probably a good idea to go and see the others to make sure we hadn’t missed anything important. I got up first, letting her get up and get dressed, forgoing her usual posh attire for an article of clothing similar to mine. The pants she selected managed to fit but were still rather tight around her thick ass. The shirt, however, was a no-go in all areas. It was too short, the sleeves didn’t fit, her tits were big enough to the point of the cotton splitting over her cleavage whenever she inhaled.

“Ugh…” she growled angrily, tearing the rest of the shirt off and discarding it to the floor, digging through the drawers for something else. “This is why I always order my clothes from a tailor I trust.”

“I’ve never seen you do that before,” I said, looking down at the shredded shirt.

“You should’ve seen me ruining my wardrobe when I was twelve,” she chuckled. “I was about five-foot-five and as flat as brick on my twelfth birthday with loads of nice dresses and casual outfits. Luckily, though not so much as the time, puberty hit me like a fucking cannon, and my cup size went from an A to a double-D in about eight months, even bigger when I changed into my succubus form. I shredded all of my favourite outfits as my tits got bigger and had to start ordering clothing in for a girl of my body type as well as being around six feet tall by the time I was thirteen.”

“Damn,” I nodded. “That must’ve sucked.”

“It did,” she said, finding a shirt for a larger man and deciding that was the best she was gonna get, wearing the baggier shirt before gripping the lower side of it, gathering the excess shirt into a handful and tying it into a knot, making the shirt fit much better than before and in a much more shapely manner. “I had this really nice cheongsam that was a gift from the Empress, one of my absolute favourite things because it was made of silk, and I cried for about forty minutes when I tore it after sneezing.”

“Wow,” I said. “Mind if I ask a question?”

“Go ahead,” she nodded, putting on a pair of boot she found in a chest.

“If you’re six-three and dad’s six-five… why the hell did I turn out at five-eleven?”

“Genetic modification thanks to yours truly,” she said with a wink.

“What?” I asked in shock. “Why would you do that? How did you do that?”

“Magical alteration to specific strands of DNA during fetal development,” Cadance shrugged in a disturbingly-casual manner. “And I did it because I didn’t want you to be taller than me like your dad is.”

“That’s ridiculous,” I said in an annoyed manner. “I could’ve been the same height as Luna by now.”

“Don’t act as if I forced you to stop growing at three feet tall, Richter,” she said, tying a belt around her waist and tugging a few knots out of her hair with her fingers. “You’re perfectly fine at the height you are and I’ve never heard you once complain about it.”

“Still…”

“‘Still’ nothing, young man,” she said, flicking me on the ear. “Now, get going down to the training yard. I’m gonna go talk to Twilight about the lighting devices she was making for us. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Alright,” I sighed, rolling my eyes as she headed out the door. “Bye.”

She gave me a cheesey smile and walked out of site, myself heading out after a few moments of lamentation and worthless sulking before heading to the right, down the stairs to the courtyard. I was met by Luna and Celestia, the latter of which looked rather angry about something.

“What’s wrong, Aunt Celestia?” I asked as I approached, the taller woman turning her head to me before forcing a smile.

“Oh, nothing,” she sighed, her smile dropping from her face as she explained what had irked her so. “Just had to sit through another speech from the preachers of the Church of Eternal Light.”

“To be fair,” Luna shrugged. “They’re getting much better public speakers than before. I mean the one with the small tits actually managed to look you in the eyes for longer than a second before they both scurried away like the rats they are.”

“True,” Celestia admitted. “Much better than the ones that couldn’t get through the word ‘Whore’ before running away crying.”

“Anybody wanna fill me in here?” I asked, looking between them both in confusion.

“Right, sorry,” Celestia said. “The Church of Eternal Light is a nutso cult that somehow managed to get itself registered as a government-backed religion is a group of madmen and insane people that believes in the purity of light and all things it brings. With myself being an alicorn with a sun as my birth crest, they often hurl insults at me every time they see me as they believe me to be some kind of False Prophet, Fake Messiah, Whore of the Darkness, and the one that really weirds me out: Cedric’s Plaything.”

“Who the fuck is Cedric?” I asked.

“He was one singular guy that spilled wine on the first flag the artist for the group had drawn when they first got together,” Celestia said. “He didn’t do it on purpose, there was no malicious intent for the guy, he just accidentally knocked a wine glass over in an inn one night and ever since he’s been the antithesis to their religion, and anyone that believes in Cedric’s ‘teachings’ is a Pawn of Dark and a Slut of the Night.”

“Which I take great offence to,” Luna said in a displeased tone. “Though one thing I find hilarious is the fact that Cedric didn’t oppose the Church of Eternal Light in any way. He didn’t slander them after they’d cursed his name, didn’t attack them. He literally just went on about his life with the memory of some weird old guy yelling at him.”

“Wow,” I commented. “That’s… wow.”

“Oh yeah,” Celestia chuckled before turning back to Luna. “Though one thing that annoys the hell out of me is the fact that the Sisterhood of the Full Moon absolutely adores you.”

“I know right?” Luna asked with a laugh. “I have no idea why the Moon church loves me but the Sun one hates you so much. I know that they hate each other in every way imaginable. Though when it comes down to their beliefs, I prefer the Sisterhood of the Full Moon simply for the fact that they’re completely okay with people not believing in their religion and instead uses it as a way to comfort people instead of preaching and screaming about the Light of the Almighty searing the flesh from those who do not convert.”

“It’s the difference between adoration and fear,” Celestia shrugged. “The Sisterhood has followers because they teach of a loving Moon Goddess that embraces all in the comforting blue of the night, whereas the Church of Eternal Light terrifies people into worship because they’re afraid of burning to death.”

“I also prefer the Nun outfits the Sisters have,” Luna added. “They’re much nicer than the shite the others wear. They’re low key, soft, and a good make.”

“The Church was everyone parading around in bright white and silver outfits that try to look like armour, just to hit home the fact they’re a nutso religious group that ended up getting state protection for preaching horseshit.”

“This is an interesting insight into your guys’ heads,” I said, sitting down on a lower wall and crossing my arms. “Though the thought of both of you dressed up as Nuns is a pleasant one.”

“Then you might be in luck,” Celestia chuckled. “We brought some of the custom-made Nun outfits the Sisters wear to sermons. They’re enchanted with a phenomenal resistance to demonic energy and influence. They’re also really comfortable, too. Cadance’s seems exceptionally cosy, too.”

“Lemme guess,” I smirked, thinking of how my Mom usually ordered her outfits. “Leg slits, visible hips, lack of panties, and a push-up support for her boobs, right?”

“Surprisingly not,” Celestia commented. “She’s actually rather respectful to the Sisterhood and their traditions of modesty and restraint… that doesn’t mean she hasn’t had sex wearing one of their Nun outfits, but she doesn’t exactly desecrate their very pillars of worship by having someone fuck her on the altar.”

“That is way too specific to be a hypothetical,” I said with a cocked eyebrow. “When did she do that?”

“Before you were born,” Luna said, a smirk appearing on her face as she lowered her head and thought of the memory. “She and your father decided that if they were going to be hated by the Church for being Celestia’s family, they decided to really give them something to get angry at.”

“How bad did it end?” I asked.

“I think they’re still washing the cum stains out of their holy tapestry to this day,” Celestia chuckled. “I gotta admit: I was proud of her in a twisted way.”

“Of course you were,” Luna said, looking up at her older sister. “It’s something you would’ve done yourself, a lot of lifetimes ago.”

“Aye,” Celestia said, looking up into the cloudy sky with a nostalgic look in her eyes. “But that’s a Celestia that was laid to rest a long time ago. Well… maybe that’s not entirely true. If there’s gain from it, I don’t mind causing a little controversy.”

“I think it’d be amazing to be a fly on the wall in your room a few thousand years ago,” I laughed.

“I’d doubt it,” she smiled. “If you’d seen half of the stuff I got up to during my experimental years, I doubt you’d have a shred of respect for me left.”

“And speaking of tiny, inconsequential insects that are a drain on my life,” Luna said quickly. “Let’s talk about you, Richter.”

“I was wondering when the abuse was gonna start up,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Don’t worry, I’ve abused enough children to know not to do it around friends and family,” Luna said before falling quiet, biting her bottom lip for a long moment before speaking up with a raised finger. “Let me clarify: That was a joke. I have never and will never abuse children.”

“I disagree with that,” I stated.

“Indeed,” she said before continuing. “It’s going to take a few days for us to set up around here and fully get to grips with whatever we’re dealing with. We’re scheduled for a week at the least, but can send word back to get more time away to deal with the threat here. After all, killing a god isn’t something you do on the way to the butcher’s.”

“So what are you gonna do till then?” I asked.

“We’re gonna plan, like I said,” Luna said. “But you can do whatever you want, as you’re not coming down with us. Train, hunt, climb, fuck, take a job off the board in the city, whatever keeps you interested until we’re ready to go.”

“So if I’m not worth anything while I’m here, why not send me home?” I asked.

“Two reasons,” Celestia said, taking over from Luna briefly. “The first being that this can be seen as on-site training and a method of you getting experience in the set-up for events like these for when your time comes to deal with them yourself. The second reason is that Cadance would gut us both if she had to spend another week without you around. Twilight wouldn’t be happy, either.”

“Damn,” I sighed. “I was kinda hoping to get home and set Karra up for work.”

“Who?” Celestia asked.

“Karra,” I answered, feeling the need to elaborate upon noticing their confused looks. “Blue-haired Nekomata… shorter hair, blue eyes, huge tits, passion for fucking things? Ringing any bells?”

“No,” Celestia said with a shake of her head. “We’ve never heard of her. Should we have?”

“Yeah, I sent her to the castle a few days back to get started on tracking down monster girls for me,” I answered.

“We have informants all over the world who can do that for you,” Luna said in a confused manner.

“Yeah,” I shrugged. “But I can’t fuck them, can I?”

“Good fucking granite, you sound just like your mother,” Celestia said in a disappointed manner, putting a hand to her face and sighing. “No, you can’t. And if you want a fuck-toy with a search function, we’re not gonna say no. But we don’t know where she is.”

“Which means she’s either dead, didn’t set off, or didn’t make it there yet,” I said. “And since it’s an eight hours journey back to Equestria… I’m guessing it’s one of the first two.”

“You gonna go looking for her in the Red District?” Luna asked.

“Why there specifically?” I questioned.

“If there’s two things I know about Nekomata, it’s this: They’re whores and they love alcohol, especially in combination. They’re second in libido only to your mother, but since she’s not a species, the most whorish race in the world are Mermaids.”

“Really?” I asked. “Mermaids?”

“Oh yeah,” Celestia nodded. “And it’s not even referring to them as whores or sluts in a derogatory fashion. It is literally the only way to describe the way they behave. They fuck anything, ranging from fisherman they take a liking to, other mermaids, children that fall into the ocean and almost drown. Hell, I saw one fuck a seagull one time.”

“How do you fuck a seagull?” I asked in confusion.

“With great difficulty,” Celestia commented. “But seriously, mermaids will fuck anything. Whereas some Monster Girls that are naturally high in libido might resist a little if you try to force yourself on them, Mermaids do not care about consent, be it giving or receiving it, and they just want sex.”

“That’s…” I said, struggling to find the words for it. “Good to know.”

“For you, I’d guess it would be,” Luna shrugged. “But besides that, go look for your kitty fuck-toy and keep yourself entertained with her or something else for the next week. I’d recommend looking for contracts on monsters. If you’re lucky, you might be able to hone your skills when dealing with them. If you’re even luckier, you might run into one that’s willing to wax your pole for you.”

“I’d hope so,” I smirked.

“Go on then, my loveable little fuckboy,” Luna said, gesturing towards the gate before chucking me a heavy pouch full of coins. “Leave your mark on this world and some poor woman’s vagina.”

“Will do, Teach,” I nodded, tucking the gold into a pouch on my belt and heading off into the town. I made good time into the Pleasure District, gently and politely refusing the calls and offers from the working girls, the ones in this city being the cleanest most well-kempt prostitutes I’d ever seen. They were all dressed nicely, with make-up, styled hair, good clothing, and, the most surprising thing, genuine enthusiasm for their jobs. I’d always been good at detecting fake smiles, due to being brought up around them for my entire life, and every single one of the busty beauties patrolling the streets were smiling ear to ear with genuine enjoyment.

I decided that I was on work at first, but kept a mental note of a few of the more appealing girls I spotted, before hearing talk of a specific catgirl with blue hair taking numerous dicks at an inn-slash-brothel by the name of The Lonely Pooch.

How ironic.

I asked directions to the place from the nearest working girl who surprisingly didn’t proposition me and instead immediately answered my questions. I headed over to the south-east corner of the Pleasure District, finding a few small, Eastern-themed inns where I came across The Lonely Pooch, one of the few places here not themed after Nippon and Guoxia. I guessed this part of the city was home to a lot of eastern immigrants and that they’d feel more comfortable over blowing their loads over a more familiar tile set than Winter’s Maw.

I opened the door to the brothel, seeing the place being extremely clean and well kept, bar patrons ordering drinks and eating meals with the faint sound of hard fucking coming from several floors upstairs, not loud enough to be off-putting, but loud enough to be noticeable.

“How can I help you, big guy?” a female voice asked from beside me. I turned my head to see an older woman, presumably the owner of the place with thick black hair, a beauty spot on the right side of her lower chin, a sultry gaze in her eyes and the biggest tits I’d ever seen on a human woman, complimented by her thick thighs and big ass.

“I’m looking for a Nekomata,” I answered. “Around five-seven, blue hair, huge rack. Sound familiar?”

“Yes, she’s upstairs entertaining a group of the Royal Guard for the next few hours,” she answered, gesturing for me to walk over to the bar. “Can I get you a drink while you wait?”

“Sure,” I nodded, following after her with my eyes on her swaying ass. “You the owner of this fine establishment?”

“Indeed I am,” she nodded, walking behind the bar. “What can I get you?”

“Something cold and fruity, non-alcoholic please,” I answered. “I’m still working right now.”

“Right, fresh strawberry daiquiri, coming right up,” she nodded, getting to work on mixing the drink. “So, what does a handsome young man like yourself do for work?”

“Monster hunting, mostly,” I answered, there being truth to the statement.

“Really?” she asked in an impressed tone. “Where’d you learn to do that?”

“I was trained by my Aunt from when I was a kid,” I answered, gently tapping the wooden countertop as I stared at her tits. “Started off with the basic kind of uglies: Bloated, Gigascorpions, and the occasional wraith. Moved on to bigger stuff like Wyverns and Ice Wraiths. Last big thing I took care of was an Yakanozu Wind Dragon.”

“That’s not something I’ve ever heard of,” she said, pouring the drink into a glass and leaning forward, letting me get a better look at her heaving cleavage.

“It’s not a well known monster in this part of the world,” I answered. “They’re native to Nippon, grow to be about ten to fifteen feet long, and can blow out sharp gusts of air as an attack. A bunch of idiots had smuggled them across the ocean but gave them to guys who couldn’t take care of them. They let one go, it ran off into the wildlife, and started causing problems with livestock by eating them.”

“And they called you in to take care of it?” she asked, resting her chin on her hand.

“They posted a job about it on a board on a town I was visiting and I just happened across it,” I answered. “The money was good and it was a good fight, too.”

“I’m guessing you travel a lot?” she asked. “That’s how you were in that town?”

“Yup,” I nodded.

“Did you hear rumours about the dragon? Is that why you were there?”

“If I’m allowed to be honest, I’d only stopped in the town overnight because I met a girl at a bar that I fucked when we went back to her house,” I shrugged. “Her house is just past the job board and I just happened to notice it there.”

“You happened across it after fucking someone?” she asked in an intrigued manner. “Quite a boast if I do say so myself. A slayer of both beasts and pussy? Hard to believe for someone of your age.”

“To be honest, I’d have a harder time believing I killed the dragon than I fucked someone if I were you,” I shrugged, taking a sip from the drink. “How did you say you opened this place?”

“I paid for it from the money I got when I was in the business,” she answered. “Saved up for fifteen years and put the money down on it. I’ve been picking it up in droves ever since it opened.”

“Do you ever serve clients yourself?” I asked, swilling the drink around briefly.

“Sometimes, but only if I like the client,” she shrugged.

“Do you like me?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow. “Because I’ve got a growing urge and a growing cock that is really interested in getting to taste you.”

“Very forward there, young man,” she said with a chuckle, crossing her arms under her huge jugs. “I trust you’re not always this demanding with your ladies?”

“You’d be right,” I nodded, taking another sip from my drink. “But right now I’m in a business establishment, willing to engage in some of it with the beautiful manager. Are you willing as well?”

“What if I said no?” she asked.

“Then I’d go somewhere else,” I shrugged.

“Do none of my other girls interest you?” she asked.

“They’re all very beautiful,” I said honestly. “But they’re all too plain for me. I’ve become quite the connoisseur of the female form and the plain and the mundane no longer interests me. It’s why I was so eager to fuck Karra the first time I saw her, she’s not your average girl.”

“As a quick question… your name wouldn’t happen to be Richter, would it?”

“Indeed it is,” I nodded, finishing my drink. “I’m guessing she mentioned my name?”

“Aye. And she mentioned that monster cock of yours, too,” the manager said, leaning forward with a slutty smile on her face. “Are you shy about it?”

“Ask the mothers of my children,” I shrugged. “Hell, ask any of the hand maids I’ve fucked in my bathroom.”

“You are a confident one, aren’t you?” she giggled. “Or is that just arrogance?”

“I’ve always believed that confidence is belief in oneself with the ability to back it up, while arrogance is the words a man uses to patch his insecurities. I know which one I’ve got” I said in a calm manner. “I think an hour in bed with me will help you see the difference as well, don’t you?”

“I believe I do,” she said, sliding a hand over my cheek. “I’ll get Mary-Ella to tend the bar. You and I can have the private room.”

“When does her shift end?” I asked.

“Not for another four hours,” she answered. “Why?”

“Get two on and make sure the second’s gonna be here longer,” I answered, necking the rest of the drink. “You’re gonna need the recovery time.”