Growing Up in a Flurry

Chapters

Age 1 - Mother's Milk, Daughter's Seed
Age 2 - The Family That Bathes Together, Lays Together
Age 3 - Rock-a-Bye Babysitter
Age 0 - Daddy in the Closet, Mommy on the C(l)ock

Age 1 - Mother's Milk, Daughter's Seed

"Flurry, honey." Cadance's soft voice cooed through the air of the bedroom as she craned her neck forward, lining up her gaze to meet her daughter's. "Time for your bottle!"

Nestled snugly in Cadance’s lap, little Flurry Heart blinked innocently up at her mother. Only one of her big blue eyes was visible; the other, Cadance noticed with an accustomed twinge of discomfort, was concealed beneath the hulking girth of the tiny foal's not-so-tiny shaft.

Smiling a little bit wider, Cadance lowered the bottle a few inches closer to Flurry's darling little muzzle, the fresh formula sloshing inside. "C'mon," she cooed. "Nice and nutritious! Choo-choo goes the train!"

Unfortunately, Flurry was completely immune to even locomotive-based temptations. Instead, the stubborn foal was happily suckling on the shaft of her monstrous stallionhood, the girth of which was laid in parallel across her body, concealing a good amount of her coat from view with its sheer bulk. A perpetual sheen of thick-scented precum glistened, as always, from its surface, and Flurry's little lips suckled a bit harder around her lovely length as it throbbed again, the visible motion sending tiny droplets of pre dripping onto her coat...and Cadance's below her. Flurry gurgled once with delight-- and then went swiftly back to smooch-slurping her ruling rod.

Cadance's lower lip trembled with a roilsome mixture of lust, disgust, and indescribable hunger, and she was suddenly very aware of the twin weights of her daughter's hyperproductive balls pressing against the outside of her thigh. Though Flurry was growing fast—much faster, really, than she'd ever seen a baby grow as a foalsitter—she remained almost laughably out of proportion with her endowment. Her three foot, two inch shaft passed over the top of her forehead; her flare, easily wider than Cadance's leg, drooled a lazy river of precum onto the carpet behind her. The scent was everywhere-- but of course, it often was, these days.

A soft bead of tense sweat emerged on Cadance's forehead. The quiet sound of Flurry's contented self-nursing stirred a familiar furnace in her belly, and she shifted her weight uncomfortably as an intimately commonplace, almost domestic heat flared up between her legs. In all honesty, she and Shining really had no idea how the tiny filly managed to wrangle her plus-sized stallionhood into any sort of suckling or hugging position...and yet the fact remained that, on more nights than not, it was hardly a surprise to find Flurry cuddled up against her monstrous organ, the soft throb of her veiny length lulling her to sleep.

Of course, an endowment that big came with a pair of testes to match, each soccer ball-sized nut carried enough seed in its voluminous depths to feed a family a liquid meal fit for five. Cadance swallowed around the sudden, compelling lump in her throat, that bead of sweat breaking against her skin as she watched her daughter ignore her ministrations utterly. Drinking milk—well, formula, at least—was an important part of a young foal's nutrition! And yet… This young foal seemed to vastly prefer the output of her own organ, paradoxically impossible as it may seem. Try as they might, neither Cadance nor Shining really had any idea where it all came from...but, all the same, the fact remained that little Flurry's not-so-little stallionhood was always happy to bend to the wishes of its pint-sized owner, and even happier to provide her with all of the sustenance, warmth, and pleasure that she could possibly need.

And to bend others to said pint-sized owner's wishes through those infectious, invasive qualities as well.

Oh, yes, there was pleasure. Though any reasonable mare would have doubted the ability of a tiny filly to feel real, sexual satisfaction, there was no doubting the squeals and gurgles of happiness that came from Flurry's throat whenever she...released. Cadance swallowed again, sliding a hoof across her rounded belly as she heard the phantom echoes of those squeals in the back of her mind, the gaping, empty abyss in her sex yearning for the weight pressing down on her lap.

“Flurry, please,” Cadance murmured. She tried to pull herself back into reality, away from fantasy-- or at least to not dwell on what she was really asking for. The bottle bobbed gently in the air beside her, and she curled her hoof tighter around Flurry’s shoulder, clutching to her daughter's small, though surprisingly strong, form. “Drink your milk for Mommy.”

Flurry gurgled happily. With a wet pop, she released her grip on her bulging shaft, her pre-slick lips shining in the faint light. Instead of opening up for her bottle, though, she squirmed defiantly in Cadance’s weak grasp, imperiously nudging her muzzle beneath Cadance’s hoof just far enough to brush against the two pendulous weights suspended from her mother’s crotch.

Cadance gasped, shuddering. Flurry’s insistent snout pressed harder, squishing hungrily against Cadance’s full breasts. She could feel her daughter’s strong tongue probing against her sensitive flesh, her perky tits smooshing beneath the imposing weight of Flurry’s little muzzle. Involuntarily, Cadance’s eyes flickered shut; she felt her nostrils flare, her crotch obediently clenching as Flurry rubbed against her very sensitive breasts. The little foal chirped again, wriggling in Cadance’s grip as her mother’s breasts squished against the insides of her thighs. For just a moment, Cadance mentally groaned. This was the closest to the correct relationship Flurry had had with her crotch, ever, and yet...

“Flurry, no,” Cadance choked out. She groaned under her breath; Flurry’s pushy ministrations did little more than remind her of just how tender, just how sensitive her pendulous tits were. Involuntarily, her other hoof moved to knead the taut twin balloons between her legs, their wrigglesome warmth throbbing against her skin. She whinnied softly, feeling the weight of the milk sloshing inside.

She’d deny that she didn’t want to nurse her foal; no mother would do that. All the same, Flurry had always been an...aggressive nurser, suckling thirstily on Cadance’s fat nipples in a way that left her feeling sore for hours. And so horny. The proximity of her baby’s monstrous member already left Cadance’s well-stretched cunt feeling empty and lonely. The additional stimulation of her needy breasts, so full and ripe with milk, just made her libido insufferable.

She swallowed, her eyes searching the wall blankly. She’d meant to try switching to formula, just to give herself a bit of a break, but it was clear that Flurry disagreed. Precum was, it seemed, an appetizer; for the main course, Flurry knew what she wanted. Her little lips bumped against Cadance’s nipple, making her mother swallow a groan as her sensitive flesh warmed to the touch.

“Flurry - “ Cadance squeezed her eyes shut, swallowed again. Her hoof travelled up from her breasts to her barrel, feeling out the round curve of her belly. Her pregnant belly. Half of that milk wasn’t even for Flurry; it was for her future sister.

Cadance was heavy with foal, and it showed. It’d been nearly eight months since she’d had Flurry, and already her stomach was half as big as it’d been the first time. Her big, rounded tummy hung low between her legs when she walked, bouncing and smacking against her thighs as she walked, ensuring that if she got used to the weight she could never forget the heft of what had been put in her. She could feel the foal kicking at night; when it did, Shining would cuddle up close to her, his affectionate hoof slipping around her waist to feel the bulge of her belly.

Flurry's little cheek rubbed almost aggressively against the curve of Cadance's middle, the little foal still chirping happily into her dam's obscenely overfull breasts as the shadow of her mother's popped-out belly button occluded her. Cadance felt another flicker of needy, submissive heat spark between her legs, and felt herself fidgeting uncomfortably as each nuzzle of Flurry's left her sensitive boobs swell up all the further. Future sister or no, her mammaries were full of milk now, and were eager to spill it.

Her eyes fluttered; she let out a low groan. Flurry's energetic wriggling had set her great mast swaying and bobbing in the air above her. As Cadance's eyes closed completely, her nostrils filled with that heady musk and she felt something hard, long, and wet brush against her cheek. When she opened them again, more and more of her had fallen from worry to obedient lust. Her gaze was rewarded with the sight of Flurry's massive cock drooling a steady stream of precum lazily onto her lap, rivulets of milky-white running down and soaking her legs, across Flurry's belly, and between Cadance's crotch's cleavage. Her breasts seized up again, her tender nipples growing swollen with each nip of Flurry's little teeth.

Yet Cadance's gaze lingered on her daughter's flare: the fat, monstrous head that dominated her vision as easily as it dominated her dreams. She felt another bead of sweat stand out on her forehead as she watched it bob lazily just inches away, her eyes following it from left to right, each bobble drawing her in, its stream of pre looking luscious enough to guzzle down right then and there. As her magic released the formula bottle, forgotten, she found herself understanding why Flurry would rather suckle on that than her bottle.

A hunger stirred in Cadance's well-used cunt, and she let her hoof drift back to her rounded belly. She could still feel the phantom quivers of her quim as she remembered being stuffed with Flurry's monstrous girth - could feel her gut rounding out, bulging out with each massive jet of spunk. Cadance licked her lips, trying to push the fog of need, lust, and passion of it all down into the depths of her mind. She patted her well-seeded belly again, felt the foal squirming inside as she remembered feeling her daughter's fat curve stretching her skin to its limit. Was it that her body was telling her that Flurry's spunk-stick belonged inside of her? Or, as she was beginning to fear more and more often, that her pussy belonged on and around and owned by her daughter's marvellous dick?

She'd managed to resist for a whole week, now. More than that - nearly ten days. She'd climbed into bed with Shining and screamed out in orgasm; had actually meant it. She was so thankful he hadn't mentioned the bulge in her belly on nights after she'd come from sessions with their hyper-endowed daughter, and endlessly grateful that her pregnancy hid the sloshing gallons of cum that the squealing little Flurry tended to unload into her on any one of their nights of passion.

But even though she resisted, Cadance knew she'd break soon. Be broken soon. Just smelling the intoxicating musk of Flurry's member from this close left her mind swimming with possibilities, her thighs wet with her juices. The added, persistent stimulation of her breasts left her treacherous cunt dripping, her insides screaming out to be filled even as her pregnant womb pressed heavily against her walls.

The last time she’d taken Flurry - had taken all of her, without any hesitation or half measures - she’d felt her baby daughter’s cock brush up against the womb holding her sister. She’d only barely registered it at the time, being too busy squealing in mindless delight around the sheer fullness of Flurry’s cock as her daughter fucked her to blissful oblivion. That night, though, she’d laid in bed with her sweet Shining, his hoof peacefully wrapped around her middle, and felt the shame of it drip down her spine.

She didn’t know, really, if Flurry was properly virile - if her cum, so to speak, was properly equipped to fertilize. The question terrorized her during the time when her body wasn't insisting the answer was, "Yes, please!" It would have been a simple matter to have the royal doctor take a sample, but in a way, even asking that much would have been tantamount to an outright declaration of guilt. And if Flurry was virile…

Cadance wasn’t sure if she even wanted to know. To the world outside, the baby growing in her belly was Shining’s, the next foal to carry on the Crystal Empire’s royal line. Night Light and Twilight Velvet had all but wept with happiness at the very thought that they might have two foals to spoil, rather than just one. Twilight Sparkle herself had vowed privately to Cadance that they’d be fully prepared in the event of another alicorn’s birth, if the foal happened to be one.

But on the nights when Cadance’s belly was almost painfully full and sloshing with Flurry’s seed, she’d often find herself laying awake in her bed, one questing hoof wandering over her rotund middle as she felt her daughter’s spunk gurgling inside of her. The load that Flurry’s volleyball-sized testes had dumped into her would weigh hotly against her insides, and she would find herself remembering just how it’d felt the day she’d brought Flurry into the world.

Cadance’s face flushed; that memory, more than any other, was seared indelibly into her mind. She could remember the pain of foalbearing, the pleasure of being stretched out as Flurry’s cock - that magnificent, gargantuan cock - followed the rest of her. She remembered the orgasm, the roaring, lightning-strike climax that had left her trembling and bowlegged for a week afterward. She’d claimed it had been just the trauma of foalbearing. Claimed.

The privilege she'd granted to her sweet, goofy Shiny had been taken from her-- from him, by extension-- and utterly claimed by the tiny form of her daughter, or more precisely, her daughter's not tiny at all cock.

Her hoof once again found her belly, and Flurry’s frustrated gurgles reached her ears again. Cadance rubbed at her soft coat, feeling the foal sleeping inside, as she remembered that first time. She didn’t want to know if Flurry was virile, she was sure - didn’t want to know whether the foal growing inside of her was Shining’s or her daughter’s. Her infant daughter’s.

A lump rose up in Cadance’s throat, and she swallowed fitfully around it. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Flurry’s shaft stiffening, growing, throbbing with a heat and arousal so real it mimicked life. Cadance whimpered softly, and felt her own endless libido stir within her. And yet, even given that possibility, she still wanted it. Celestia help her, but she more than wanted it - she needed it.

Flurry's amatory musk filled her: hot, heavy, spicy. Cadance inhaled deeply, her burning lungs expanding to take in as much of the sex-edged air as she could. She distantly heard herself whimper, her legs tightening beneath her breasts as her urge flickered within her. Her daughter's endlessly masculine scent was the purest aphrodisiac she'd ever tasted; her tongue flickered out into the air, her eyes squeezing shut as she felt her body try to fill itself with that pure, virile scent. It wasn't so much a question at this point of if she would succumb once again—but when.

Beneath her, Flurry gurgled…happily...again, pressed her cheek against Cadance's milk-bloated tit. Cadance bit her lip, stared down at her infant daughter with an unknowable emotion to her eyes. She was so innocent, not even knowing what she did to her. What she did to everyone. Or had it just been envy, or perhaps projection, when she'd thought she'd caught Shining's gaze lingering on Flurry's pillar of meat? Fear of being found out, when she'd thought she'd noticed the royal nanny keeping a little too close to Flurry's side?

"What do you do to me, little one?" Cadance murmured. Her mouth was dry; she licked her lips, trying to ignore the squirming need digging against her insides. In her suddenly tense lap, Flurry squeaked and turned up to face her, those big, innocent eyes shining with innocence, confusion, and hunger.

Cadance took another breath, and let Flurry's musk into her nostrils unfought. It was just… easier, this way. "Okay," she said, working a smile onto her face. She cradled Flurry's head in her foreleg, and beamed down at her child - her precious, perfect, massive little girl. "You're hungry, huh?"

Flurry giggled as Cadance's hoof tickled the underside of her chin. Cadance's smile widened; she ignored the drool collecting inside her cheek. "Well," she said, "Mommy's hungry, too. So you just hold on and drink all you want." Her gaze flickered up to the towering black shaft standing mere inches from her cheek. She could actually feel the heat of it, her vision seeming to distort around the hot, throbbing length of Flurry's shaft, warping her world to suit the monstrous member's needs.

Cadance swallowed, then tried to smile again. Cradling Flurry carefully, she spread her trembling legs a little wider, and lifted Flurry with both hooves. "Okay," she cooed, nestling her daughter into the warm space just between her legs. Luscious thighs depressed beneath Flurry's weight, the two great spheres of the filly's ballsack settling heavily against the outside of Cadance's leg, and a sudden rush of sensation carried the little foal's breeding pheromones hide to hide. Cadance's smile twitched, and she felt the replenished and savage need inside of her squirm even louder. Gently, she turned Flurry's head to face her big, rounded breasts, the oft-abused pair of tits like balloons weighing down against her lap. Her nipples, excited and sensitive from Flurry's nuzzling, were almost pleasurably stiff, poking up against the warm nursery air as Cadance's feminine lips clenched and tightened in the cavern beneath. Part of her had never been fighting, she dimly realized.

It had been waiting.

"Drink up," Cadance cooed, and pressed Flurry's familiar muzzle lightly against her perked nipple. Instantly, Flurry latched on, powerful lips squeezing around her mother's stiff nip to milk out the sweet, creamy nectar waiting within. Cadance grunted softly, feeling the pressure in her breasts blessedly start to recede as her daughter began to guzzle down her liquid meal.

"Th-that's right," Cadance murmured dizzily. She smoothed her hoof over Flurry's mane, feeling the softness of her daughter's fur beneath her touch. "Drink all of Mommy's milk. Grow big and strong." So big...

She shuddered, and nearly came at the gloriously infectious mental image. But that fantasy could be saved for the future. For now...

Finally freed of Flurry's pouting, persistent attention, Cadance turned her own focus to the pillar of gloriously male meat standing tall beside her. Flurry's pulsing shaft, big and black and thick with powerful muscle, loomed a good six inches above her head. Cadance gulped around the sudden lump in her throat as she watched a hefty stream of clear precum drooling down the side, the smell of it alone driving her feminine parts crazy, heralding their overthrow of her last walls of morality. She felt something obscene stirring powerfully in her gut, and felt the inferno of her libido blast her crotch with its heat. So fat, so tall, so strong - it took a real effort of will not to let her hypnotised body sway in time with its gentle, lazy throbbing. The liquid weight of Flurry's nuts against her trembling thigh was suddenly very real, and Cadance felt her heart quicken as she let herself be filled with the memories of being filled with Flurry's cum. With the memories, came pleasure; with the ghost of pleasure, came compulsion.

Letting her dry, cracked lips part slightly, Cadance leaned forward, rocking her hips back to balance the weight on her lap, and placed her tense muzzle gently against Flurry's dominant shaft. Her tongue, hesitant at first, but rapidly growing confident, poked out, prodded against the lewd heft of Flurry's shaft, lapped at its pre-soaked skin. A soft moan leaked from Cadance's mouth as she felt the heat of it all but sear her gums, her lips peeling back as she suckled on her daughter's throbbing shaft. The taste of the pre was even more intense than being face deep in her baby's big balls, her tongue feeling thick with the sensation. She felt herself shrinking beneath it, her dulling eyes drifting shut as she drew her tongue across its surface accompanied by low, lust-dripping moans.

Between her legs, Flurry let out a soft squeak of approving delight. Cadance gasped, her taut rump flexing as her daughter bit down harder on her nipple. Cadance's shoulders relaxed, her neck pulling back, as she felt a fresh spray of milk stream from her breast, the cascade of cream gushing down into her waiting foal's throat. Cadance's eyes opened, flickered down to see Flurry still suckling happily on the nipple beside her, thin rivulets of creamy white running from the sides of her daughter's mouth.

An adoring smile touched Cadance's muzzle - and then the titan beside her throbbed against her cheek, blanking her mind once more. Filling her horn with magic, Cadance embraced her daughter in a telekinetic aura, holding her gently in place as she pulled her hooves away. Flurry swayed, calm and swaddled in the embrace of magic, as Cadance eagerly shifted her weight toward the magnificent member before her. Taking a deep breath, Cadance filled her lungs again with Flurry's musk before obsessively curling both arms around the mammoth girth of her daughter's shaft.

Cadance moaned again, softly, sounding like a foal herself as she lapped and licked at the addictive pre dripping down Flurry's shaft. She felt her hide growing wet, her chest and forelegs matting with stickiness as Flurry's arousal stained them and began to suffuse her flesh. If anything, that only drove Cadance on. She pressed her chest against the rugged stallionhood before her, hugging it needily with both arms as she suckled on the liquid arousal drooling down the sides. Her seeking lips found a particularly thick vein, latched around it, her tongue flicking to scoop up each glob of precum it could reach. As she felt the unbearable pressure in her breasts recede, more and more milk spilling into Flurry's hungry belly, Cadance felt her own stomach warm with delight and worship at the familiar taste of her daughter's pre, the hot stickiness of it sending her libido into full overdrive.

Groaning around, whimpering desperately with need, Cadance ground her chest against the pillar of stallion meat before her, each beat of her heart echoing the mighty throb-throb of her daughter’s obscene endowment. She felt the pillow beneath her legs grow wet as her arousal flooded the fabric, feminine juices seeping into her chair even as the masculine, choking musk of Flurry’s lust wound its way around her throat and held her.

Cadance dutifully lapped at Flurry’s dripping shaft like a mare in a desert, gulping down cupfuls of precious pre by the mouthful, her cheeks bulging with the milky, sloshing liquid of her own meal. Beneath her pregnant belly, the curve of which was growing tauter by the second, Flurry twisted inerrantly and latched on to Cadance’s other nipple, a torrent of fresh milk flooding into her mouth. Cadance moaned, her core clenching as she clutched her daughter’s endowment closer to her chest, unwilling to let even a single drop of burning arousal escape her by hide or by lips, even as Flurry drank hungrily of Cadance’s own motherly essence.

Up and down Cadance’s worshipful hooves went, her forelegs rubbing lovingly up against the slick, smooth surface of the monstrous cock before her. Each throb of Flurry’s sovereign length left Cadance’s hide soaked with ever-greater amounts of pre, the titanic organ all but erupting with mounting pleasure. Flurry’s virile balls, already the size of watermelons, groaned audibly as their weight slowly, but surely, increased. Cadance could feel the lush stiffness in Flurry’s cock increasing, her daughter’s powerful sexual muscles flexing and rippling beneath her tender touch. Cadance’s every labored breath left her heaving chest pressing against Flurry’s shaft like a foal yearning for a parent’s embrace, her sweat-beaded brow set in determination as the daze of her lust consumed her.

Beneath her, Flurry gurgled. Harder and harder she suckled, commanding Cadance’s swollen teats to produce more. More, her tiny body urged, as her titanic testes sloshed with their gallons of seed. More, her hungry mouth begged, greedily gulping down enough milk to feed triplets. More, Princess Flurry Heart commanded, suckling like she was starving, holding onto Cadance’s nipple with all of the force her pint-sized body could spare.

More, Cadance heard, just in the back of her mind, as images of her own legs curled lovingly around her daughter’s shaft filled her mind, dominating her thoughts, as the stallionhood in her fantasy grew to tower over all of them - ponies, alicorns, and crystal ponies alike - giant balls swelling with enough seed to flood entire buildings, veins as thick as hooves pulsating with a terrible, powerful lust, as little Flurry Heart herself grew tall, strong, and regal enough to look down at them all as they worshipped her.

As if to echo her thoughts, Cadance suddenly felt a small pressure on her belly. Her gaze flicked down for a moment, one dizzy eye opening up just enough to peer past the pillar of sex filling her vision, and peeking down to see a tiny, smooth pink hoof curled around the curve of her pregnant, bloated middle.

Mine, she felt Flurry send to her, the tiny foal’s hoof pressing almost protectively over Cadance’s popped belly-button. A moment later, Cadance felt her daughter’s hoof rubbing against the curve of her belly, felt the foal inside kicking back as Flurry squeezed around both of her mother’s tits, as though training them for her foals to come, with all of her hunger and desire and might.

More, she thought she heard Flurry whisper to her, as her daughter’s hoof met each kick from the foal inside of her. Cadance gasped - her core tightened - and then, helpless between current filly, and foal en route, she came.

The burning inside of her cunt became a volcano, and her vaginal walls clenched hard as each jerk of Cadance’s hips sent another spurt of femcum flooding forth onto the sodden pillow beneath her. Her pillowy breasts squished, then swelled beneath Flurry’s hungry lips, sending spurt after spurt of thick, creamy milk down her daughter’s eager gullet in a secondary orgasm of torrential cream. Cadance gasped, her chest heaving violently, her twisting hooves squeezing around Flurry’s mega-cock as each pang of her climax rang through her like a resounding gong. Her spine arched, her flower dripping with its fresh honey as the soothing coolness of her descending peak washed through her gloriously aching muscles.

Her mind consumed with pleasure, her thoughts awash with satiation and lust, Cadance scarcely noticed it when Flurry’s mighty organ tightened, then lurched in her grip, the slick precum sliding with a lubricated ease up through her arms as it clenched, bulged, and then swelled with an ominous, powerful rumbling.

As the last echoes of Cadance’s induced climax began to subside, Flurry’s took over with a roar of satisfied pleasure. The tiny foal’s huge cock contracted - and then exploded, sending up gallons of thick, wadded spunk with each pulsating throb of its thick length. Globs of foal-jizz the width of Cadance’s hoof splattered against the walls, the ceiling, the floor - and then, in as simple a sequence as the weather itself, began to rain down upon her in a musky, creamy torrent.

Cadance squealed; Cadance giggled; Cadance moaned like a teenage mare losing her virginity for the first time. Her muzzle opened wide, her tongue wriggling and lolling past her lips as she strained to catch each falling glob of her daughter’s delicious super-spunk that she could, burning to taste Flurry’s load on her tongue. Catching a particularly hefty drop of creamy cum, Cadance’s moans redoubled, her cheeks bulging as she sloshed Flurry’s hot, sticky load between her tongue and gums. What little respite she had from the orgasm her daughter had forced from her teats was gone, a fresh wave rippling through her absurdly soaked body. She swallowed it, opened her mouth anew, her eyes squeezed shut as she let Flurry’s volcanic climax shower down upon her, drenching her, staining her, marking her.

At long last, as Cadance’s fur was covered in enough white to make a snowpony blush, the monsoon of cum subsided. She gasped, her chest heaving as she let her eyes open, peering out at a white-covered world over white-spattered cheeks. She gasped again, willing her lungs to fill with oxygen even as the heavy, confident musk of Flurry’s climax filled her from head to hoof, still driving back conscious thought.

Trembling, still wrought with the throes of her own grandiose orgasm, Cadance let her spine straighten, bending her body forward until she’d removed herself from the contortions of climax. She exhaled, her hooves shaking - and in a brief, panicked moment, realized that the light around her horn had gone out.

Her face blanched - Flurry! - but with a jerk of her neck, Cadance saw that her dear, sweet filly was still perched peacefully beside her crotchtits, muzzle still clamped gently around a pulsating nipple. Flurry’s own horn glowed with a steady, subtle blue, her tiny body encased with an aura of cerulean as her infant alicorn’s magic held her - and her massive, flexing shaft, all fifty-plus pounds of it - aloft with barely a twinge of effort.

With a final, pleased cry, Flurry released her hold on Cadance’s tit and and burped. Blinking rapidly, she peered up at her mother, saw her libidinous pre dripping from the sides of Cadance’s lips, and wiggled her legs with a happy little giggle. Her mighty organ throbbed and wobbled a final time, and then fell to a slow, shuddering stillness.

Still panting, seizing for breath, Cadance kept herself in a soft, relieved stillness as Flurry’s serene smile widened up at her. Slowly, as if bent by the will of an inexorable, unseen force, her daughter’s titanic shaft began to bend backwards, its shadow falling over Flurry’s wriggling torso. Tiny, grabbing hooves clenched around the sides, leaving Flurry to gurgle happily as she pulled her deliciously dripping, cum-streaked shaft toward her.

Cadance sucked in a breath as the weighty girth smooshed down over her tender breasts, but Flurry didn't seem to be bothered as the hefty weight of her endowment pressed down over the gentle squish of her tiny, milk-bloated belly. Instead, Flurry cutely cuddled up to it, holding her impressive length in all four little legs - for all of the fact that her “grip” barely reached an eighth of the way around - and suckled happily on her cum-soaked shaft, rosy little cheeks bulging as she relaxed around the familiar weight of her own stallionhood.

Cadance sighed, finding her mental balance anew, if just a bit further on than before. Still breathing heavily, but somewhat less overwhelmed, she smiled softly down at her little filly - her little stud. Gently, tenderly, she reached down and curled a hoof through Flurry’s mane, feeling out for the sticky globs of spunk matting it together and pulling them apart. She heard herself humming a cheery tune - a lullaby, she remembered, from her own foalhood.

“All full?” she cooed. Flurry smiled back up at her, as if she knew a particularly funny secret. As Flurry’s lips wrapped ever-more tightly around the vein protruding beneath her ring, Cadance smiled back - and, through the haze and heat and scent of the cum covering her body - felt the foal inside of her kick one more time.

Age 2 - The Family That Bathes Together, Lays Together

"Up you go!"

Flurry's excited, liquid babbling was like music to Cadance's ears as Shining lifted her up into the air beside her. Her husband's strong magical glow surrounded and embraced their daughter's slight form, hefting her over the side of the bathtub as Shining's hooves rested on the side.

For a brief, wonderful moment, Cadance felt her spirits lift. The soft, almost beautiful innocence of their baby—well, toddler—daughter's voice made her chest swell with motherly pride. Her perfect little baby, bright and cheery and smiling, beamed at her as her father lifted her up into the waiting bathwater, a soft haze of steam curling over the rose-scented warm water.

An inch later, though, and Flurry's familiar shadow slipped into Cadance's vision. A lump swelled in Cadance's suddenly dry throat as the hulking mass of her "little" daughter's throbbing member bobbed in Shining's magic, its weight easily half again Flurry's. Flurry had grown quite a bit—surprisingly so, in fact, over the past year, outpacing all the other foals in the palace nursery with apparent ease. She already reached up past Shining's knee when she managed to walk...though just how she managed to move with that turgid behemoth trailing between her legs, Cadance still wasn't sure; watching for too long made it hard for her to think straight.

Cadance swallowed around the tight, catching lump in her throat and smiled wanly, shifting her attention back away from...that and toward the comforting gleam her daughter's smiling face instead. The name of Heart was certainly appropriate—framed by her bouncing, candy-colored curls, Flurry's face was all but shaped like a heart itself. Cadance couldn't help but smile a bit wider at the innocence in those eyes as Flurry's little rump splashed down in the warm water. Her daughter giggled, and pulled her hooves up to her tight little chest.

Flurry's hefty, hoofball-sized testes followed the rest of her a moment later, their sheer volume displacing a good amount of water on their own in a sudden surge. Instantly, a milky-white film began to filter out to the surface of the water around Flurry's wriggling form. Her shapely shaft, not entirely hard, but still turgid with a rigid, powerful frame that never entirely softened, poked a good two feet out of the water, its wide-curved flare leaning almost casually over the side of the tub.

Cadance's smile grew a bit forced, her eyes fixed. "Aww," she said. She leaned toward Shining and nuzzled against his shoulder, trying to find some stability within the shifting new normal. "She always loves bathtime."

Shining nuzzled her back. His hot breath on her neck sent her sighing with comfort, and she felt his confident hoof slip around her side, a relaxed snuggle. It reminded her of how they’d been when they’d first gotten serious—just a filly and a colt messing around after school.

"Yeah," he said with a grin and wink. His horn still flickered above them, keeping Flurry upright...though it was doubtful she even could fall over, what with the anchoring mass of her...organ acting as a hefty counterbalance to her own lithe foalhood weight. "Nice and warm and wet."

Cadance giggled softly. "Oh, yes," she said, relaxing and letting her mind drift. "She does get awfully messy, doesn't she?"

Beside her, she heard Shining swallow; felt his muscles tighten and his stance unbalance. Her own words hit her in sudden, sharp relief, and Cadance felt her own lips go dry a beat later. Her gaze tracked invariably down to Flurry as her husband's grip on her barrel tightened, clinging to her, now. Flurry smiled beatifically back up at her parents, beaming as though she hadn't a care in the world. Indeed, the attention seemed to make her squirm with further pleasure. A thick droplet of white oozed down her cheek, a few ropey strands of...something sticking to the foal's chin. Her fur was wet and sticky, matted with...

Well. It wasn't at all hard to guess.

Beside her, Shining cleared his throat, and she felt the moment of rapport falter; not as though a gulf had arisen, but like they were falling into the same pit. "Heh," he said, chuckling awkwardly. Not unlike the first time Auntie Tia had inquired… Oh no. He pulled away from Cadance, and squeezed her gently on the shoulder, tender yet somehow as much needing as giving. "Looks like we'd better get her cleaned up, then."

"Oh, yes," Cadance said. A part of her wondered, though, somewhat tiredly, just how long it would be until Flurry needed to be bathed again. Another part of her, sleepy but present, seemed fixated on the idea

With a soft grin on his face that seemed to merge with the vagueness in his eyes, Shining leaned over the side of the tub—and hesitated all of a sudden. Flurry, her big eyes wide and shining, gazed up at him with unmistakable adoration.

"Da-da!" she squeaked. Her stubby little legs reached up toward him, wriggling in the air as warm water dripped down her coat. Shining grinned back down at her...and then swallowed in sudden shock, as the monstrous titan flexed, its jet-black shaft swaying mere inches from his muzzle.

His smile twitched uncertainly, stretching out his neck in an oddly deferent evasion of the enormous member, and Cadance felt her forelegs wrap reflexively around her suddenly hungry belly. "Yeah," Shining said, smiling down at their daughter. "Daddy's here. Mommy too."

He glanced toward Cadance. She smiled back, all too willing to ignore the glint of...helplessness? Fatigue? Desperation? in his eyes.

"And we," Shining huffed, turning back to Flurry, his smile broadening again with that adorable resolve and tenderness restored, "are gonna get you nice and clean."

Not quite able to pronounce the word "clean," Flurry just gurgled again happily and enthusiastically waved her arms up at her father. Chuckling, Shining reached down to nuzzle their little one's chubby cheek—though, Cadance noticed, he was very careful to keep his muzzle away from the compelling pillar rising surrounded by the steam of alpha-masculine musk from Flurry's far-too-tiny crotch—and held a hoof out toward her.

"Got the washcloth?" he asked with almost normal Shiny-casualness. Cadance started out of her trance, breaking free of the drift that had unknowingly overtaken her, all the way down to her clenching core. She hadn't noticed it, but her gaze had drifted across Flurry's...endowment...and just locked in place. She couldn't help it. It was just so magnetic.

"Er," she said, mildly resenting just how unprincesslike she sounded. Shining blinked, and then chortled with an exuberant, easily shared enthusiasm, a soft little snort that was so strikingly Shining that Cadance felt her smile returning and her chest unknotting.

"Oh," Shining said with a deep, almost goofily macho chuckle. "There it is—I got it."

As he turned off to the side to rummage through a pile of towels and towelettes, Cadance sighed, and turned vigorously back to the bathtub. She tried—she really tried—to push those other thoughts out of her mind, and just focus solely on her daughter.

Flurry loved the water. She always had, and often it was a pure, beautiful thing. The one time Shining and Cadance had taken her into the Palace pool, the little filly had splashed around in Cadance's grip for a good half-hour, gurgling and cooing appreciatively constantly.

"Momma swim?" she'd asked hopefully, toward the end. She was such a precocious filly—"swim" had been her seventh word! Cadance could only suppose it was from Twilight reading to her whenever she visited.

Cadance had chuckled—"No sweetie," she'd said. "No swim." She'd patted Flurry's shoulder, and the little filly had gone back to splashing, her little water-wings smacking heartily off of the surface. Her own wings had buzzed excitedly against Cadance's thighs, just a light smack, and—

Cadance swallowed, closed her eyes, and tried to clear her mind. Right. That was what had happened. For all that Flurry was her baby, spending so much time with her like...that had made the conclusion all but inescapable. She knew that Flurry was innocent, ignorant of the effect her actions and body had on others...but all the same, it was almost impossible not to feel like her daughter’s touch had...marked her. Like a stallion slapping a marefriend’s flank, a teenaged colt pressing his lover against a tree while his hooves gripped her thighs playfully, his wings curling around her sides…

Cadance swallowed. Her thighs had been so sensitive, her breasts tender from a long morning feeding Flurry's little sister. The tickling of Flurry's wings against her fur had just felt so...

...alive.

Evening out her breathing, Cadance opened her eyes again, forcing herself to focus on the here and the now, and smiled down at Flurry, determined to keep her regard motherly. Just as before, her lovely, growing daughter was splashing happily in the water, not quite gurgling, but giggling to herself every once in a while. And yet...

Cadance licked her lips, suddenly feeling a ravishing thirst. There was a very, very good reason they hadn't taken Flurry back to the pool since the solstice, no matter how much the little filly liked water.

It'd taken the custodians weeks to filter all of the spunk out. If a bemused Sunburst hadn't shown her by just how much the water level had risen...

Well. Even given her prior experience, she almost certainly wouldn't have believed it.

She was no longer entirely sure what she could believe, not anymore.

"Got it," Shining said, turning back. That confident grin still stood out on his face...but it still flickered, periodically fading and betraying something hidden hastily underneath. He hefted a washcloth, wet with warm water and lathered with soap, and met Cadance's eyes; she wondered if he thought he was looking into a mirror in her gaze too. "Want me to wash her?"

"No—I've got her." Cadance took the washcloth and returned the smile, leaning on her husband's perpetual joviality as far as she could. "You want to get her mane?"

"Sure." Shining turned back around, wriggling his rump absent-mindedly. "I know I've got the shampoo here somewhere."

As Shining rustled through the royal bathroom's well-stocked cabinet and whistling off-key, Cadance turned back to Flurry and sighed happily. Gently, taking the washcloth in hoof, she began to massage lightly at Flurry's slight shoulder, sopping up some of the...fragrant fluids matting her fur.

Flurry giggled wildly, splashing again in the water as Cadance moved to clean her cute little tummy. Despite herself, Cadance found her smile widening—hung like an over-sexed stallion or no, Flurry was her baby, and it brought a fierce stab of joy to her heart to seeing her beloved baby so happy, so carefree. Flurry's little splashing motions did have the side effect of making her, ah, organ bob rather noticeably in the air, but Cadance decided—wisely, she thought—that it was probably best for her to ignore it.

As least with Shining here.

Still, she couldn't help but shiver appreciatively as Flurry's stirring made her gorgeously potent cock slap heftily against the side of the tub, its fat flare smacking against the porcelain with a wet, meaty thwack!. The sound of it, so reminiscent of the pounding Cadance had taken at her daughter's hooves on so many nights over the past two years, made her tense up, wary of even moving for fear of displaying her suddenly peaked arousal. Her tail twitched, tried to flag—but she held it in place, only the sharpest lens of will keeping her body from betraying its attraction.

In her desperation to focus on something, anything other than the hypnotic sway and slap of her daughter's rut-ready rod, she thought she saw poor Shining flinch behind her. Unsure, and somewhat unwilling to ponder on what that meant, she did her best to refocus her attention on wiping Flurry clean. Of course, she thought, pursing her lips as she tried to scrub away at a particularly fat, musky glob of spunk staining her daughter's chest fluff, it would be no surprise that Shining might feel a little...self-conscious around his toddler filly's hyper-endowed stallionhood. Somewhat guiltily, Cadance found herself struggling to push away certain comparisons she might have made in the past, praising and even worshipping Flurry's mega-cock as even Shining's impressive endowment seemed to fade into nonchalance beside it. Nonchalance or nonexistence? whispered a traitorous part of her mind.

Blushing, and ever so desperately trying not to, Cadance dipped the washcloth in the warm water of the bathtub, attempting to wash out some of the omnipresent gunk. She wrinkled her nose, though, when she lifted it back out to find the surface covered with a thin film of a familiar-looking musky substance. Flurry, she should have realized—or rather, Flurry's vast, pulsating shaft—was constantly extruding its never-ending stream of precum. At this point, it was unclear whether it was arousal, or simple overproduction. Or, Cadance thought, with a small shiver, what seemed more likely: both.

"Mama!" Flurry chirped. Cadance forced the erotic thoughts from her mind yet again and smiled, lips slightly trembling, ignoring the tinge of red on her cheeks.

"Yes, sweetie," she said. She mopped at Flurry's chest tufts, doing her best to ignore the invasive, demanding scent of the matted cum as she scrubbed at it. Even minutes after eruption, Flurry's stallion-spunk was still so thick, so gooey, so virile that all Cadance seemed to be doing was spreading it around. "Mama's cleaning her little sweetie pie."

"Mama lick!" Flurry chirped, and wriggled, almost expectantly. Possibly not almost at all.

Cadance's hoof stalled and all thoughts of concealment were lost in sudden panic. An icy hoof clenched at her gut, and she wondered if Shining had heard that.

She didn't remember Flurry knowing that...word. That command. Then again, with all of the times she'd rambled out her arousal, drunk on lust and Flurry's own musk...it should not have surprised her that the foal would pick up on some sketchier vocabulary. She had no idea what to do about it, but left long term concerns for another time.

"Hush, Flurry," Cadance said, perhaps a bit too quickly. But Flurry only smiled curiously up at her.

Eventually, as most foals do, she settled on repetition. "Mama lick!" she cheered. Cadance shook her head, but Flurry only wriggled happily, her pert little filly flanks setting the filmy water around her sloshing against the sides. Barely three inches deep when Shining had run the tab, the volume and spread of Flurry's nutsack had raised the water level a good inch and a half...yet Cadance couldn't help but suspect that the constant drooling from her shaft and pent-up nuts had contributed a significant inch or so of their own.

Gods. She could sob. Or drool, she wasn't sure which. Pent-up. The filly had just orgasmed fifteen minutes ago. Cadance bit her lip, forced her blush away, and got back to scrubbing.

"No, Flurry," she cooed, her sing-song voice a little stretched.

"Cock," Flurry chirruped insistently. Cadance blanched. Flurry wriggled and thrashed her little arms about, splashing a few droplets onto the sides of the tub. "Cock!"

"What's that?" she heard Shining say. She could feel a rush of air against her back as he turned, shampoo doubtlessly in hoof.

"—Duck!" Cadance blurted out, only somewhat desperately. She searched almost frantically in the little basket of toys next to the bathtub, and victoriously retrieved Flurry's bathtime rubber duck from the top of the heap. She turned to Shining, smiling broadly, and held it up into the air with triumph. "She wants her duck."

Just barely managing to keep her hoof from shaking, Cadance set the rubber duck down into the bath. Flurry cooed appreciatively—but not before giving her mother what almost felt like a knowing, secretive grin.

"Bathtime fun, huh?" Shining said. Cadance swallowed, and grinned.

"Yeah," she said. "Lots of fun!" Flurry beamed proudly up at them, and Cadance tried very hard to ignore the sight of her daughter rubbing the little rubber ducky against the mammoth pillar of her drooling shaft.

No, Flurry, she told her silently, begging her to stop—begging her to let her tormented pussy calm down. But Flurry only smiled at her, and banged the duck against her titanic member a few more times, the motion all too reminiscent of the way her mother's marehood would slam down against that mighty, pulsing medial ring.

Cadance shuddered, not entirely without pleasure. Flurry only giggled, a gleeful, innocent expression on her little muzzle.

"There we go," Shining said. Hooves lathered up with shampoo, he started to knead the suds into Flurry's fluffy, cum-spattered mane. The little filly shivered, and then giggled again, her nose twitching and ears perking in recognition.

"Dada!" she chirped. Shining, a loving warmth on his face, smiled down at her—although, Cadance noticed, tearing her own eyes away from the bath to see his, his gaze seemed to go past her, right over Flurry's ears and toward her...

...cock.

Cadance swallowed. She tried not to notice, but she saw Shining do...just..the same.

"Heh," Shining chuckled after a moment. He licked his lips, a familiar slight red tinge coming to his cheeks. Cadance moved her scrubbing to Flurry's tensing little thighs, trying her best to work out the cum-stains without letting her arms so much as whisper across that massive, throbbing mountain of manhood. Seeing it was one thing. Smelling it was quite another. But if she let herself even touch that thing...

Her marehood flared up with recognition and desire. That part of her knew what she wanted. What she almost required, now. Cadance had to fight not to bite down—hard—on her lip, in an effort to make pain wash out lust.

Flurry smiled sunnily up at her parents, and held the rubber duckie high and proud. Cadance tried to ignore the fact that it was now covered in dripping, heady-scented precum.

"Whatcha got there, baby girl?" Shining said, leaning down. Cadance could actually see his eyes roll back and jaw slack—if only for a second—as he let himself enter the radius of Flurry's musky shaft. She shuddered, just barely resisting the urge to lean in closer—to compete for some of that mind-blanking scent. Surely it couldn't hurt to lean forward, to fill her lungs with that delicious, masculine smell...to maybe nuzzle it a little bit, or even clean off some of that musky pre with her tongue and cheek...

"Lick!" Flurry squealed and the shock knocked Cadance out of her trance. She banged the duck imperiously against her titanic shaft and held it there. Her little hoof jerked rapidly up and down the base of her shaft, her stubby legs too short to reach her fat, flared-out medial ring, but her intention perilously clear. "Lick!" The little duck's face, rubber and flimsy, squished inward as she pressed it against the surface of her rock-hard member.

Cadance's gaze flicked upward nervously, her panic deadened by increasing exposure to her daughter's scent. To Flurry's commands. Shining's head was still bent forward, his muzzle mere inches above Flurry's. He was right in the danger zone, she realized with an almost clinical detachment; she watched his pupils dilate, his nostrils flare as that impenetrable musk filtered into his lungs. Her shoulders tensed as she felt the lump in her throat lessen, if only by a little bit.

So it's not just me...

She felt an odd sense, like a loneliness lifting more than even the quality of a burdened shared. It took her a few moments more to realize she wasn't thinking of Shining as a mutual sufferer, no. Not even as competition for the cravings she hoped to fight off.

No, the husband whose virility she had once eagerly pursued, whose maleness she had once prized over all delights…She recognized him as a fellow mare. A stallion—a proud, virile, powerful stallion, she reminded herself, watching the bob of his own hefty endowment, the unassuming bounce of his well-shaped pectorals—but Flurry's mare all the same.

Shining swallowed. Cadance swallowed too, her whole body going rigid as she watched Flurry press her little toy more firmly against her titanic member, then stare at her parents. As if awoken by the stimulation, the mountain of flesh had begun to throb gently, its turgid surface pulsating in time with the little filly's heartbeat as its veins bulged across its surface. Streams—no, rivers of precum had begun to drool down from its tip, running in rivulets and white-water rapids down the sides as, ever so slowly, the level of the bath began to rise...

Cadance licked her lips and let out a little, shuddering, "Ah-h-h!" Unconsciously, she found herself leaning forward, her own nostrils flaring as she struggled to get a good, full whiff of Flurry's teasing, spicy musk. A shiver went down her spine as she realized that her face was only an inch away from the massive, black rod, Flurry's pillar of malehood staring her down from its throne of arousal.

And below... Cadance felt a flurry of arousal sweep through her needy belly. Flurry's big, black balls were only half-covered by the water level now, with the tops of their swollen spheres shining with precum. So much precum...

They stood there, in silence, with Flurry's soft breathing and the terrified little squeaks of the molested rubber duck the only sound in the room. Faces turned up toward their daughter's tower of sexuality, Cadance and Shining could only stare in obscene awe together, hooves still dripping with the sticky, tainted suds of bathtime.

"Well," Cadance said. Her voice wavered, and she bit back on a soft moan of want. "She's certainly awfully...messy." She chewed her inner lip and looked hesitantly over at Shining. Was there a hint of something dark, secret, and familiar there?

"Oh, yeah," Shining said. His voice was...high. Whining. "She's really getting the bath kind of..." He swallowed again. "Dirty." Yes. There was. She shouldered over closer to Shining, closer to that cock, and closer to taking care of it properly.

Cadance's own voice pitched up as she watched Flurry's deliciously fat shaft throb, its monumental length swaying lazily forward to brush against Shining's cheek; almost a brush of benediction. To his credit, he didn't so much as flinch—but his daughter's wide, drooling cockslit left a long, gooey strand of pre stuck to his cheek that only lengthened as her cock swayed back into place.

His lower lip twitched and his eyes stared straight ahead, unblinking.

"Maybe we should clean it off," Cadance said. It was just a suggestion. Just a notion. They were here to get things clean, right? Her hoof twitched, the squeegee feeling hot in her hoof...but somehow, she knew it wasn't the right tool for this. And they both knew that it didn’t refer to the bath.

Lick, Flurry had said. Cooed. Demanded.

Shining nodded. "Yeah," he said, his voice trembling. His pupils were still black, his hooves shaking slightly. He took a deep breath, as if to inhale Flurry's musk purposely. After a moment, Cadance realized that she was doing the same.

And then, without quite waiting for her to reply, Shining leaned forward, paused, and then gingerly opened his muzzle.

Oh. Yes.

A cute little moan slipped from her husband's throat, a sound so soft, so gentle, so needy that she could scarcely associate it with the tall, broad-chested stallion she'd come to know and love; could scarcely believe it hadn't come from her own throat. But there he was all the same, his cheeks blushing, his eyes half-lidded as he lapped quietly against the pre-slick surface of Flurry's cock. Lapped eagerly. His tongue curled tenderly up around a particular fat glob of liquid arousal and slurped it up with an obscene care, seeming unwilling to let a single dribble go uncleaned—or unclaimed. Cadance saw his eyelashes flutter, another low moan reverberating from his lips as he swallowed his daughter's pre down his gullet.

But he wasn't alone. She'd already started a cleaning session of her own, her body knowing how to get what it needed while her mind was concerned with trivialities. Where Shining's tongue lapped delicately at the broad curve of Flurry's tapered flare, Cadance's caressing lips had instead found her daughter's medial ring, fat and heavy with turgid stallion meat. Her muzzle quivered, and she whimpered softly as she latched onto it. Tablespoons of pre drooled over and into her mouth, Flurry's massive shaft twitching and trembling beneath her suckling lips.

There was just so very much precum. So wonderfully, powerfully virile was Flurry that it became clear to Cadance in very short order that the two of them just weren't up to the task. Never could be, just they themselves. But that didn't mean that they couldn't try, couldn't work together to serve and service that lovely altar of sex, with Shining's tongue lapping around the bulbous head of his daughter's cock as Cadance's muzzle, with long, loving licks, made its way down toward the base.

Thick, pulsating veins saturated with heady scent brushed against her nose as she made her way down. The permeating musk intensified, almost choking her as her nostrils approached the ultimate source of her daughter's churning libido and in turn, the source of their compulsion. Below her, Flurry gurgled happily, almost smug with satisfaction at her little needs finally being met; one of her stubby legs poked out to catch Cadance on the shoulder. As a toddler, she was far too weak to actually push Cadance anywhere, but the weight of her hoof was clear: Flurry wanted her mother to go lower. To lick, to clean, to love her massive, dripping endowment. To be lower, simply, before Flurry herself.

Cadance's lush butt creeped its wriggling way up into the air as more and more of her weight leaned forward onto the side of the tub. She was slurping eagerly at Flurry's shaft now, her own soft squeaks of pleasure mixing with her husband's slightly deeper, but no less eager whimpers of servitude. She glanced up happily to see him nuzzling lovingly his daughter's fat cock head, his dutiful tongue working to slurp up as much precum as her fat slit drooled out. She could have giggled aloud—they’d promised to be a team when she’d learned she was pregnant, and they certainly seemed to have found their cameraderie! That was assuming that they were up to the task, of course. As wide and thick as Flurry's cockslit was, Shining appeared to have his work cut out for him.

But as for her... Cadance actually moaned aloud as she felt drawn in, her muzzle pressing down automatically against Flurry's tremendous, swollen nuts. Her daughter giggled, Flurry's little hoof pushing encouragingly against her mother’s shoulders as Cadance found herself adoringly burying her face deeper, ever deeper between the cleavage of her daughter's massive testes. Plump, cum-swollen orbs the size of soccer balls—and steadily pulsing larger—filled her vision, dominated her every sense. Small, warm, sticky droplets of water splashed against Cadance's side as Flurry squirmed happily in her bath, but Cadance herself paid it no mind. Her lungs were too full of Flurry's musk, her mind long since receded in favor of worshipping the divine pair of testicles pressing against her face.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a long, black shaft—nowhere near as large as Flurry's, but noticeable—lurch forward, its length growing steadily stiffer, thicker. She heard Shining groan, his muscular hips rocking forward as his cute stallionhood reached its full length, his girth throbbing with its erectness. A paltry, pathetic—compared to Flurry, at least—stream of his precum drooled to fill the growing waterline of pre, the bathtub growing into a reservoir of filly lusts. His own arousal mixed with hers as she nuzzled her cock in time with her daddy. Stubby legs cuddled around her length as Shining's muzzle slurped lovingly at her tip, Flurry's arms stroking her superior shaft in lazy self-satisfaction as her parents did their best to pleasure and clean her.

Cadance's drenched cunt spasmed, clenched in calling for that heft, as she felt Flurry's orbs swell up larger beneath her very nose. Their fertile contents squished, sloshed against her muzzle and around her cheeks, and she felt a fat, protruding vein pulse against her forehead. An irrational impulse seized her, as though the massive maleness was prodding her—not enough, she thought it was saying; you're not low enough. Burying her face deeper, she began to suckle on Flurry's laden nuts with zealous devotion, first suckling on the bridge of skin connecting her daughter's hefty ballsack, and then moving to suck encouragingly on the closer nut.

The tremendous orb was far too large for Cadance to fit fully into her mouth, of course, but meekly, squirming with arousal and a need to serve, Cadance carefully vacuumed every dry inch of it clean. She happily found herself taking a few seconds to slurp up the puddle of arousal that had pooled in the sagging skin between her daughter's churning nuts and cute little lap, a motion that brought her muzzle rubbing up against Flurry's soft belly fur.

Above her, Flurry lounged gleefully, her little foal cooing with obvious arousal as her hoof rubbed affectionately against her mother's cheek. Cadance suckled all the stronger at the sudden river of precum streaming past her lips; out of the corner of her eye, she saw Shining's hips sawing back and forth, grinding his engorged length against the side of the tub. She whimpered, moaned lustfully as she curled a hoof worshipfully around one of Flurry's tremendous orbs. The fat testicle sloshed and smooshed beneath her touch, its voluminous contents all the more eager for release.

Flurry's cute little breaths were growing shorter, faster. The little tuft of fur on her chest bobbed up and down as the toddler panted, squirmed, squealing with delight with every loving lick her parents gave to her cock. "Lick," she squeaked, her hoof hot and heavy and Cadance's shoulder. For all of her foalish, childish tone, it sounded almost a growl, nearly a command.

And oh, how Cadance licked.

She licked hungrily as the balls she was kneading between her hooves sloshed and churned, their contents swelling larger in volume by the moment. She licked feverishly as Flurry's cock swayed and throbbed, its heat like a furnace against her tender muzzle. She licked in incoherent delight as the water level of the bath slowly lifted up, the precum-streaked bathwater actually wetting the bottom of her chin, the water level having risen by nearly three inches since they'd begun. She licked, slowly, tenderly, lovingly, catching every drop or oozing glob of precum as her husband's little moans made her ears twitch and her stomach clench, her cunt throbbing lewdly as she watched each rope of his adorable orgasm splatter across their daughter's damp back.

The inexorable heat of Flurry's potent cock grew, the hardness of her overwhelming shaft growing until it was Cadance's rock, her mountain, her foundation. She worshipped it, praised it, both she and Shining alike as Flurry bathed in their adoration like a reclining goddess, carried upon a fertile, fertilized sea. Little Flurry purred, cooed, stroking her parents' precum-matted fur fondly as the portentous rumbling in her giant nuts deepened, her tiny toddler's frame seeming to tower over them like a giant's as her lusty shaft flexed and grew—

Ropes of glorious spunk half the width of Cadance's leg fired forth from the grand tip far above her head, Flurry's fat flare bobbing and lurching wildly as the toddler's orgasm hit her—hard. Flurry gasped, squealing with delight as her attentive daddy found his mouth hit with a tsunami of jizz. His long tongue, which had been lapping and digging eagerly into her pre-slick cockslit, was all but blown back by a wave of white.

Cadance moaned aloud, a triumphant cry of need fulfilled. She could feel her moist cunt throbbing, her juices bursting from her tender insides as the scent of Flurry's seed filled her lungs. This was their reward, this was their release. Clean, she thought, dreamily. She was clean.

Rivers of white washed down the sides of Flurry's imperious cock like the floods of a monsoon. They covered Cadance's mane, streaked Shining's cheeks as his long, flexible tongue worked its way around his daughter's unrelenting girth. Flurry's tiny body jerked and squirmed, her frame not quite large enough to handle the pleasure of her tremendous organ. Cadance pressed and snuggled her face harder against her daughter's length, the heat of it overwhelming her as she drank from Flurry's font of seed. Each gulp of heady, thick spunk was like a drink of nectar, each swallow of gooey seed a gift to her tastebuds and stomach alike.

Stomach groaning with fullness, Cadance felt the geyser of spunk slow to a trickle above her. Her cheeks were streaked with thick, creamy white as she pulled away, the deep blush on her face leaving her head hot and heavy. She was panting, she realized, her wings flared out behind her as her horn sparked with instinctual, ambient magic.

Shining groaned incoherently as he rocked back. He'd gotten the larger share of Flurry's first shot, swallowing it directly before having a chance to pull away. His stomach was large and round, strained with the weight of Flurry's seed. Her heart softened; seeing his jiggly gut like that gave her a dreamy sensation of rightness—of an adorable cushiness she suddenly yearned to cuddle. With a soft grunt, he plopped back onto the bathroom tiling. His rump squished out beneath him—had it always, Cadance wondered, been quite that soft and pliant?

Back in the bath, Flurry let out a soft whimper of her own. Then she giggled.

Blearily, Cadance lifted her gaze from the floor to the bath—and froze. The walls were splattered in white, fat globs of spunk clinging to every surface, ceiling, wall and floor, as their gooey contents oozed downward with the force of gravity. The water level of the bath had risen yet again, the murky water thickening to an impenetrable creamy white. The musky cum-bath swirled and sloshed around Flurry's little body as she splashed about in it happily; the "water"-line reached up nearly to her chest, though the viscosity doubtlessly was enough that she was in no danger of falling in.

Her chest heaving, Cadance blinked helplessly around the cum-stained bathroom, awareness flickering between a mare's delight and a mother's concern. Beside her, she heard Shining groan—and then curse loudly, the sound of it enough to jolt her out of her spunk-matted haze. Swallowing together, the two parents turned as one to face their happily gurgling daughter, whose matted, sticky fur was now drenched from head to toe in the thick, gooey white of her own load.

There was silence for a moment. Then, Shining sighed, the sound low and resigned.

"I'll run another bath," he said, and did.

Age 3 - Rock-a-Bye Babysitter

“Here comes the train! Choo-choo!”

Sunburst, grand wizard of the Crystal Court, re-graduate of Princess Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns, and husband to the most powerful mage of the nation, whistled cheerily as he pushed the pea-laden spoon a few inches closer to the muzzle of his charge. “Eat up, little Flurry!”

“No!”

Sunburst’s smile twitched. “But it’s good for you!” He gave the spoon a little flourish. “Please?”

Flurry Heart pouted. “No!” She shook her head vigorously, then returned to sucking on her shaft.

Inwardly, Sunburst sighed. He’d known, to an extent, that this wasn’t going to be the most straightforward foalsitting job in the world. But even as he’d accepted Princess Cadance’s request, he hadn’t entirely realized what he’d been getting himself into.

Princess Flurry Heart was, in all respect, a strong, healthy foal. She was big for her age—a hearty three years—and had already started speaking the basic words that all foals soon grew to love. “Momma.” “Daddy.” “Hungry.” And, of course: “Now!”

Except little Flurry, it seemed, had added a most unfortunate word to her developing lexicon.

“Cock!” she shrieked. “Co-o-ock!”

Sunburst sighed again, but didn’t release his magic. The tip of his horn sparkled, and a bright orange glow twinkled around the girth of Flurry’s flare, all six inches of breadth pulsing steadily as they were pulled from the wailing toddler’s hooves.

“Flurry,” he said. He tried to sound stern—he really did. “You mustn’t do nothing but drink—ah, fluids all day. Your parents left me a specific list of meals for the weekend, and I am going to make sure that you eat a healthy, well-balanced—“

“Cu-u-um!” Flurry Heart’s hooves slammed against the side of her chair. The vibrations sent her mountainous shaft bobbing dangerously beside Sunburst’s shaft—a proximity that he quickly removed, noting with a tremble just how strong the filly’s musk was up close.

Sunburst chuckled nervously. Face flushing, he used one hoof to push his owlishly round glasses a half-inch up his nose. “N-no,” he said. He sniffed, and tried to draw himself up a little taller. He was the foalsitter! He had to be authoritative. “That is not part of a well-balanced diet. I’ve made you a perfectly good meal, and I expect you to eat it.”

Perhaps, a part of him hoped, the foal would listen to reason? To authority? To...something, anything other than the blasted beat of blood through that oversized sex organ?

He swallowed. Sunburst did his best to hide the trembling of his hooves as his eyes flicked back over to Flurry’s magnificent—massive tool. He’d scarcely been able to believe it himself, but he had heard it: her heartbeat, pounding, throbbing dully, not inches away from his cheek as a glob of arousal the diameter of his hoof rolled down its side…

A soft coo from Flurry struck him from his reverie. Blinking rapidly, Sunburst glanced down at his young charge—and blushed when he saw that the vibrations of the chair had caused the filly’s tremendous nuts to shake and slosh. Flurry moaned softly, both of her small hooves moving down to massage the great orbs as they seemed to swell slightly in size.

Egads. Sunburst’s cheeks felt hotter than the sun. What was this filly—so incredibly, dangerously virile that even the smallest acts were sexual in nature? How was this...normal?

He’d known, peripherally, of the family’s unique situation. Being the court wizard, though, he’d preferred to keep his distance from any personal affairs. Watching the little foal’s massive endowment sway gently from side to side, his muzzle twitching and nostrils flaring as a heady, masculine scent filtered into them, Sunburst realized that his distance may have been more of a gift than he’d ever thought before.

But he was a foalsitter, he thought. He had no duty sitting her and pontificating. He had a foal to feed, darn it!

“N-now—“ Sunburst cut off. Damnation—why was his voice shaking? Why was there a bead of sweat on his brow? He wiped it off, took a breath, and tried again. “Now,” he said, and was proud of the strength in his voice. “Like it or not, Princess Flurry, you must eat the dinner that has been prepared for you. It is the duty of royalty to be gracious, humble, and healthy, and therefore vitally important for you to clean your plate.”

Flurry didn’t even grace that with a reply; she just gurgled angrily. Sunburst’s cheeks puffed. His peas and potatoes were perfectly acceptable! Well, the peas might have been a bit soggy, and the potatoes overdone—but darn it, Starlight was the one who knew the cooking spells, not him! He’d done his best guesswork based on the instructions, but he’d be damned if fiddling around with stoves would ever be his forte.

And besides, a filly certainly shouldn’t have the pallate of a high-class Prench chef!

“Five bites,” Sunburst told her. He scooped a new pile of peas-and-potatoes up with the spoon and floated it in front of her mouth. “Just five bites! And delicious, too.” He slurped a pea off of the spoon himself, and swilled it around in his mouth, doing his best to produce a few sounds of culinary delight.

Flurry blinked owlishly at him. Her big, young eyes were wide, interested—almost contemplative. Happily, Sunburst swallowed and then grinned down at her. “See? Yummy!” He pushed the spoon a little closer to her mouth. “Now you!”

“No!” Flurry shrieked. Her horn suddenly blazed with a yellow-pink glow. Sunburst’s eyes widened—but instead of the worst, a similar aura merely sprang up around her tall, black mountain of a stallionhood. Flurry giggled as her magic pulled her shaft toward her, and then cooed appreciatively as she took it in both hooves. Her legs were still a bit too stubby to hold it completely in place, but with her magic helping too, she’d grown big and strong enough to wrap her little arms around nearly half of its tremendous girth. Rivulets of precum, thick and gooey, ran down her member’s length in streams. Flurry happily returned to lapping at the never-ending cascade of arousal, her meaty shaft chubbing up further beneath the ministrations of her tiny tongue.

Well then. Sunburst sighed. "Please?" he said, desperately. It sounded pathetic—he sounded pathetic, begging a foal a tenth his age to cease autofellatio long enough to actually eat her dinner!

(In a certain respect, he was somewhat jealous. He'd certainly never been big enough "downstairs" for his muzzle to comfortably reach his own—

Ahem.)

Biting his lip, Sunburst watched Flurry's suckling with a furrow to his brow. Really—this just couldn't be healthy, no matter which way it was spun. The source of Princess Flurry's apparently inexhaustible source of semen—his sheath twitched, but he did his best to ignore it—was still a mystery to the royal doctor, but no matter where her ocean-sized loads came from, there was no disputing the fact that it just could not have all of the nutrients necessary for a growing filly!

(Unless it did, a part of him murmured. His left thigh flexed at the thought's suggestive tone. Hasn't she grown so big? So strong? So virile? Surely a diet of royal cum might not be so harmful to one's health.)

Sunburst swallowed, and moved his gaze to the untouched plate. No. At the very least, Princess Flurry had to eat solid food at some point. He tried to picture her at a stately function as a mare, fifteen years older...and shivered as the image arrived with the equally firm illusion of a mountain of a penis sticking up from the slender princess' legs, towering over the rest of the party as literal rivers of precum overran the tablecloth and floor.

His groin throbbed—but Sunburst's hoof clenched against the carpet. No! He could not let that happen. He was a foalsitter, and he had been employed to care for the young Princess no matter the cost!

(But how thick that precum looks, the voice in the back of his mind said, slyly. How creamy. How gooey must it feel sliding down your throat. If such arousal is food for a growing alicorn, surely it must be nectar and ambrosia to an older unicorn.)

No.

Sunburst took a deep breath, and forced a smile onto his face. Surely there must be some way to...

His eyes latched onto Flurry's flare—or, more specifically, the valley cleft into the head of her shaft, just below where the gaping slit of her cock drooled precum down onto the floor and filly below.

His gaze switched back to the table, and to the peas waiting there. A ridiculous, desperate, obscene idea began to shape in the back of his mind.

Flurry Heart would only willingly ingest the produce of her...equipment. The way those fat gobs of arousal rolled down her shaft, however, gave Sunburst the beginnings of a plan. As he watched, the great pillar of meat shuddered, and then splurted out a heaping glob of precum. It drooled over the cleft in her flare, pooling there before running down the side—

—and slipping directly into the delighted Flurry's muzzle.

He couldn't have asked for a better delivery system if he'd designed it himself.

Carefully, Sunburst picked up a single green pea in his magic and levitated it toward the top of the beast before him. Flurry's member would have just barely reached past his eyes if fully erect, but in its semi-flaccid form, it flopped to the side just enough to give him the angle he needed.

As he moved, though, Sunburst couldn't help but shift in his seat—until his muzzle was mere inches away from the pulsing flare of the filly beside him. Flurry cooed softly, his little hooves pumping her magnificent meat...and Sunburst froze. Her musk was inescapable, indescribable, and incapacitating. He felt his nostrils twitch, his lungs expand...and his member plop out of its sheath, its girth thickening as Flurry's maleness caressed every inch of his body.

A flicker of magic curled his cape a tad closer around his body, but Sunburst could already feel his flaccid shaft stiffening toward an erection. Keep it clean, he told himself, floating the pea closer every second. You're a foalsitter—she's a child. Don't do anything you'll later regret.

But oh—he was hard now, and the throbbing in his cock was preternaturally strong. Sunburst swallowed as he leaned in further, angling for the perfect spot to leave his edible gift. His rear end pushed upward into the air, just slightly, but enough to let his unsculpted rump bounce and his tail flag upward. His thighs flexed, and he felt the weight of his testicles pressing heavily against them, each shifting muscle only teasing his erection further—

With a sigh, Sunburst released his gift over the target. Flurry didn't even notice—the weight of such a small pea was surely far too tiny for her mountain of malehood to take notice. Sure enough, as he sat watching with bated breath, her gigantic member twitched—throbbed—then glorped forth a fresh gush of precum. That high tide of arousal flooded into the cleft, swirled around the pea—and then lifted it up and over the side before depositing it directly into little Flurry's wide-open mouth.

Princess Flurry closed her lips. She looked briefly surprised, her cheeks puffing out. Then she chewed—chewed—and swallowed.

Sunburst could have cheered.

That was how the rest of the peas went, along with several of the potato chunks. One after another, Sunburst balanced them in the cleft of Flurry's great flare, waited for a fresh geyser of precum—and Princess Flurry swallowed the culinary reward with only the smallest squeaks of surprise.

Dinner was going swimmingly. More than half the plate was cleared, and Sunburst was more than ready to have his own meal. His throat was parched from a half-hour of cajoling and pleading, and he hadn't eaten since that morning, having been too preoccupied with last-minute paperwork to actually feed himself.

(But there's a delicious meal right in front of you. Princess Flurry would likely be gracious enough to share. Drink, dear Sunburst—guzzle from the spring before you; swallow the creamy delight of little Flurry's seed.)

Sunburst's shoulders tensed. His erection, halfway forgotten, throbbed forlornly between his legs.

Sunburst groaned aloud.

At the sound, Flurry paused in her precum-drinking. She blinked up at her foalsitter with big, blue eyes...and smiled.

Sunburst smiled back. It seemed the right thing to do. He'd read somewhere that foals responded well to signs of optimism, and—oh, darn it, she was suckling again.

Well, at least his methodology appeared to be working. Sunburst rolled his shoulders and stood a little straighter. They were in the home stretch. His mind ran over the checklist the parents had given him before setting out: Feed her dinner. Give her a bath. Tuck her into bed.

And then you're free.

(To jerk off in a lonely corner of the guest room while listening to the moans of that cute filly next door and fantasizing about her rutting you with that magnificent monster of a—)

In his mixed thoughts, Sunburst didn't quite pay attention to the chunk of potato he was picking up from the plate. This one hadn't been cut as small as the others, and in fact was large enough to make more than a mouthful for even him! Still, he didn't so much consider it as glance over it, still going over to-dos and to-don'ts in his mind while Flurry guzzled happily below him.

With a light splash, the chunk of potato landed right in the cleft of her flare. It didn't quite fit, and failed to nest comfortably in the valley of turgid flesh it had found itself in. Sunburst, though, paid little mind to that fact, instead turning to smile down at Flurry as thoughts of success ran through his brain.

Flurry Heart's tremendous cock twitched, flaring as it tensed for the inevitable geyser of pre. As the gigantic sex organ throbbed, its three-inch cockslit gaped wide open—and an errant twitch of the head pushed the potato chunk over the ridge of cockflesh to tip it right down the cavernous maw of Flurry's cock.

Flurry froze instantly. Not a coo or giggle escaped her. Then she hiccuped.

And she hiccuped again.

Sunburst had been waiting eagerly for the cascade of precum potato down into his charge's hungry mouth. When no such eruption was forthcoming, he blinked upward at the top of her shaft—he could have sworn he saw it throbbing—and then glanced back downward when he heard Flurry hiccup a third time.

What he saw made him pale. Flurry's cheeks were red and puffy, her eyes wide and confused. A few beads of sweat stood out on her little forehead, and her hooves were no longer wrapped tightly around her mammoth meat.

What in Equestria had—

Sunburst glanced back up to Flurry's girthy flare. Oh, no. Oh, no.

The ridge of cockflesh where he'd balanced the potato chunk was empty, the crevice dry. Sunburst's eyes widened, and he all but sprung forward. His stomach dropped when he saw that Flurry's cockslit was still gaping wide open, its fat lips trembling like a pony struggling to breathe.

"Oh, no," Sunburst groaned. He looked down at Flurry; the toddler's cheeks were puffed out fully, and she looked about to wail. "Oh, no. Oh, no—"

A quick illumination spell down her...urethra proved his suspicions correct. A thick white chunk of creamy potato was lodged about a third of the way down Flurry's monstrous member, its diameter stretching the passage until it could no longer progress any further down. The constant burbling of precum rolling down her shaft had ceased, leaving the little filly's stallionhood sticky, but swiftly drying.

Flurry hiccuped again. Alarm bells rang in Sunburst's head.

"D-don't worry!" he said quickly. Which of the two of them he was addressing, he wasn't sure. "It'll be fine. This is okay. I can fix this." Biting his lip, he leaned over the dark passage and tried a levitation spell.

The spell fizzled. Sunburst's ears wilted. "Drat," he muttered. "Alicorns are resistant to magic." It was impressive, really, just how much volume the cavern of Flurry's cockshaft held within it—but damn it, pontificating over the girth of her slit was not helping matters!

Sunburst's analytical mind shut off the part of him that had been eyeing Flurry fearfully—if not approvingly—for the past thirty minutes. There was a biological subject and an accompanying puzzle in front of him, and he had to solve it.

"Um," he said. "Maybe if I—no, that won't work." Holding his horn a bit closer to the gaping cockslit only made his spell fizzle faster; he could feel the magic evaporate the second he tried to fix his telekinetic grip against the slick walls of Flurry's urethral tunnel. It didn't help, either, that the filly's musk intensified with each inch closer his muzzle drew.

"The square-cube law," Sunburst muttered, somewhat fuzzily. Right. The strength of an aroma grew in proportion with the ratio of -

Flurry's cock throbbed—and then shuddered to a halt. Beneath him, Flurry let out a tiny, burbling cry.

"S-stuck," she moaned. "F-full."

"It's okay," Sunburst mumbled. "We can fix this." Something groaned, creaked. Sunburst's eyes widened as he felt something warm, plump, and heavy push against his leg. Glancing down, he saw one of Flurry's hoofball-sized testicles pressing uncomfortably weightily against the inside of his thigh. Even as he watched, eyes wide in awe, the great black orbs glorped, sloshed, and swelled imperceptibly larger.

Flurry's eyes were watering. "F-full," she whimpered. One of her little hooves pounded weakly against the side of her broad shaft. The monstrous organ shuddered, but not a drop of liquid escaped her gaping slit.

Frick, frick, frick. Sunburst stared anxiously down the dark passageway of Flurry's cockslit, forehooves prodding together as he balanced just above it. No, no, no. This was not going well. There had to be some way to get the chunk out.

Flurry moaned again. "C-cock," she mumbled. Her little hooves pounded together this time, and the entire pillar of meat shuddered with ominous tension. Sunburst could feel the mass of spooge in her mighty balls churning heavier by the second as they pushed harder against his thighs, overflowing the seat as they dropped toward the floor.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay." Maybe repeating it would change things. Sunburst gulped. His own erection was pulsing in time with the rhythm of Flurry's, a tiny candle flashing to the beat of a towering titan of a lighthouse. His little balls felt heavy and tight, despite all of the size those monstrous cum-sacks had on them.

Flurry's eyes teared up further. "C-c-cum," she wailed. "Cu-u-um!" She pounded on her shaft, again and again, confused, helpless, and thoroughly unable to achieve release.

Sunburst's mind was short-circuiting. Magic was out of the question. Flurry was not happy, and the situation was getting more unmanageable by the minute. How was he supposed to—

A muscle in his thigh flexed—and the sheer weight of Flurry's nuts suddenly seemed to redouble. Sunburst gasped as he lost his balance. He tumbled forward, hooves reaching out to catch his fall with the first hoof-hold available—

Squelch.

Time seemed to stop.

His right hoof had caught his fall the only way it could: by sinking into Flurry's turgid rod up to the foreleg.

Sunburst's eyes opened wide. His cheeks flushed crimson. His erection throbbed.

Flurry had stopped wailing. She didn't even hiccup. She just stared at him, wide-eyed and dumbfounded.

Sunburst would have felt much the same himself if he didn't feel close to sobbing. He'd known that her stallionhood was squishy, and seen how wide her slit was—but even so, this didn't quite feel real. His foreleg tensed, and little Flurry gasped. The slick, pre-drenched walls of her member flexed around his hoof, their rapidly drying walls clenching almost hungrily.

Oh, no. Sunburst nearly yanked his hoof out immediately—but then felt something cool and lumpy brush up against the back. His cheeks reddened, and he glanced back down at Flurry. She hadn't made a single sound; her little back was perfectly straight against her chair, with her big eyes wide and unblinking.

Sunburst tried to put a smile on his face. A crooked, twitching grin kind of touched his lips, but altogether it just looked somewhat sickly, especially given the deep blush that slashed across his muzzle. "J-just a moment," he croaked. "I'll have it out in a jiffy. Just..."

He wriggled his hoof a bit further down Flurry's shaft. The filly gasped as his hoof twisted against the walls of her urethral tunnel, his wrist's fur whispering against her walls as jellied globs of precum matted his coat. Sunburst squeezed his eyes shut, doing his best to ignore the mountain looming before him even as Princess Flurry's musk invaded his lungs with every breath.

He just had to push a little further. A little harder. He was almost elbow-deep into her cock now, her slit gaping hungrily around his foreleg with each inch forward he pushed. His hoof wiggled—Flurry gasped, and then moaned softly. A bead of sweat stood out on Sunburst's forehead, and he decided that he very much did not want to decide how this felt.

Flurry's nuts were enormous now; reaching halfway down to the floor, they were easily wider than his torso, with a musk so thick it was intoxicating. Sunburst's thoughts swam warmly, for all that he tried to keep himself on task. The potato chunk was almost in his grip now—he just had to lean a bit further forward. Sunburst chewed on his tongue and rocked his weight forward. His hooves went on tip-toe, and a bead of sweat dripped down his cheek. Almost...there!

He grabbed the potato chunk in the cleft of his hoof, twisted it—and Flurry's testicles gurgled.

The seed that had building up with each moment of stoppage had let her great nuts roil and churn, swelling up with restrained, unreleased pressure, suddenly found a path of least resistance to travel through. The chunk that had blocked it off had suddenly been tweaked—just enough, at least, to let the pressure force its way upwards.

And force its way it did. Sunburst had barely enough time to register the deep, ominous rumbling in Flurry's ballsack before a geyser of arousal blasted up against the force of gravity. The gush of backed-up pre flooded forth like the breaking of a dam; Sunburst's hoof was thrown wildly free just before a torrent of real spunk blasted him across the face.

He stumbled back, sputtering, blinded by the thick, gooey wad of cum that had splattered across his face. He fell, smacked onto the floor, and moaned as thick precum drooled across the fur of his foreleg.

Something was in his mouth. It was lumpy, hot, and coated with something thick and gooey. Sunburst tried to breathe—couldn't. His nostrils were clogged with something that made his crotch ache, and his rump flex. Trembling, shaking, he chewed on the object in his mouth—and moaned quietly. Thick, goopy cum flooded down to fill his belly as he swallowed bite after bite of the potato chunk that had caused so much trouble. Infused—no, enshrined—with Flurry's seed, it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted.

And then, with the world still swirling from the fall, the world—only briefly—blinked out.

When Sunburst came to, the first thing he heard was Flurry's soft moans. They didn't sound pained—they sounded...grateful?

The kitchen came back into view. Blearily, Sunburst sat back up...and saw Flurry hugging her shaft once more, gently lapping at the great globs of spunk still rolling down the sides.

The devastation was incredible. The table was covered entirely with a watering hole of precum, and a wad of spunk larger than Sunburst's head had splattered across the ceiling above them. Droplets of jelly-like cum, cream-colored and thick, dripped down onto the floor like fat raindrops, forming puddles and rivers wherever they fell. In the middle of it all sat Flurry, little hooves massaging her great shaft as she cooed and giggled.

With a grunt, Sunburst heaved himself to his hooves. It was only with a small amount of wobbling that he made his way back over to the table. Once there, he first spared a glum look for the dinner he'd so lovingly prepared. The remaining peas and potatoes were all covered with a layer of jizz so thick it'd be a miracle to wash it off the plate, let alone the food.

Flurry looked up at him and beamed. "Cum!" she chirped.

Yes. Sunburst stared down at her...and then couldn't help but chuckle. There was no point in trying not to—the situation was just far too ridiculous.

"Yes," he finally mumbled. "Cum." Flurry grinned, and then stretched her hooves upward.

It took him a moment to realize what she was trying to do. "Oh, no," Sunburst said. He reached to move her hoof away. "We are not putting anything in there again."

Insistently, Flurry began to tug his hoof up toward her fat flare. "Cock!" she said brightly.

Sunburst's cheeks flared. "Oh, no." Nope, nope, nope. "You want me to put my—oh, no." Flurry's shoulders slumped, and Sunburst couldn't help but feel a twinge of shame.

Finally, though, he managed to clear his throat. "Well, then," he said, deliberately. "Shall we get you—erm, cleaned off, then?"

Flurry just wriggled her little legs delightedly. She had somehow, he noticed, with more than a twinge of shock and envy, managed to escape the eruption without more than a single rope of her own spunk decorating a strand of her mane.

The next step after dinner was bathtime. It was, surprisingly, uneventful. Sunburst did his best to mop off the bulk of the cum from the both of them, using magic where he could and using his hooves when a bit more elbow grease was required. By the end of it, the drain was clogged with long, ropey strands of goopy spunk, and the bathwater better resembled yogurt than water—but Flurry, if not sparkling, was at least clean and happy.

Thankfully, the next step on his foalsitter’s to-do list was also the last one. If he were being honest with himself, Sunburst had been looking to bedtime for the better part of the past ninety minutes. The three-year-old princess was a hoof-full at her best, but the events of dinner had left him thoroughly exhausted. That didn’t even touch upon the stiff, steadily throbbing horsecock that had prodded stiffly against his belly with each movement he made. Sunburst may have been red-faced and stammering, but one part of him was thoroughly enjoying the experience.

Tucking Flurry into bed was easy enough. Unlike most foals her age, she had no complex night-time rituals—save for one.

“Good night, Flurry,” Sunburst murmured. He tugged the thick quilt up over her; the foal yawned, and snuggled up to her sheets.

Next… His glance drifted over to the large, black mass sitting silently beside her. He couldn’t help but follow the curve of it, the bulge of its girth beneath the covers—down, and down, and down, all the way to the great, twin mounds right over Flurry’s little crotch. Sunburst swallowed.

But it had been on the to-do list. And—oh, who was he kidding? He wanted to, anyway.

Muzzle shaking slightly, Sunburst leaned forward, puckered his lips—and planted a kiss right on the tip of Flurry’s monumental stallionhood. The filly cooed, then moaned softly. Cheeks burning, Sunburst swiftly withdrew, though not before noting the long, dark stripe of wetness running down Flurry’s pillow. It began at the great, looming shadow of her flare, and pooled in a rippling puddle depressed beneath the crook of her elbow.

Sunburst hesitated again, and then quickly ducked down to kiss Flurry’s forehead. “Good night, Flurry,” he said again. He added, mumbling this time: “Good night, Big Flurry.”

Dammit—it had been on the list!

Flurry yawned, and then smiled as her eyes drifted closed. “Night-night,” she mumbled.

Sunburst smiled softly, and withdrew to his own room.

It had been generous of Cadance and Shining to set him up in the guest room of the Royal Quarters themselves. He would have been fine on a ratty old couch (to an academic, ratty couches were the most tasteful of furniture, only behind lumpy armchairs), but it would have been a struggle to find anything in the Royal Suite that was anything less than perfect. His guest room especially was…

Well. A good part of his home could have fit into it.

Flopping back into a bed wide enough to accommodate a family of twelve, Sunburst was greeted with the sight of his stallionhood slapping happily against his belly. It left behind a strand of precum stuck to his stomach fluff. Blushing, he slid a hoof down his side and gave his thigh a squeeze. Every sensation felt...stronger. Intensified.

Sunburst exhaled. He was trembling, he realized—just his hoof, admittedly, but it felt like small earthquakes were going off across his body. He’d never been supremely well-endowed downstairs, but if he’d taken a measurement right now, he’d be willing to bet that his cock was harder, and perhaps then longer and thicker than it’d ever been.

If only slightly.

Slightly. Oh, gods. It wouldn’t matter if his shaft had doubled in length, wouldn’t it? Not next to that monster. Eight inches was respectable for a male of his stature (though he’d caught sight of the fourteen-inch tower swaying and smacking between Shining’s legs on more than once instance), but beside Flurry’s thirty-six? And growing?

He’d always been enough for Starlight. Or at least, he thought. But Flurry…

Sunburst’s lower lip wobbled, and he let his eyes slide shut as the image of his marefriend touched his thoughts. Oh, frick. Starlight.

They weren’t married yet—weren’t even engaged. Two years of going steady had left a certain feeling of reliance in the bedroom, though. She was his, and he was…

...hers.

Sunburst’s hoof touched one of his swollen testicles. He cringed at the sensitivity of it, but groaned aloud as his cock pulsed against his belly.

He’d never really been much of a precum producer—his balls had never really been that productive, he supposed. But now, here, a veritable river of the stuff was running down between his legs. Sunburst remembered the cascade of liquid lust flowing down Flurry’s shaft, though, and shuddered.

He loved Starlight. With all his heart. But Flurry—she was just so intense. There was just...so much of her. It made his body arch, made his tail flag, made his rump sway as he walked her back to her bedroom…

Sunburst’s eyes shut tighter. A quiet whimper escaped his muzzle. Gods, she was a foal. And he was—he—

—couldn’t help himself.

A smile, crinkled and trembling, slipped onto his face. One hoof wrapped around his drooling shaft, and the other moved to massage his aching balls. It was all too easy to imagine the taut surfaces of his charge’s massive, cum-filled orbs supporting his own, just as it was easy to imagine the weight of her three-foot cock rising up before him, pinning his pathetic little member against his chest.

Sunburst’s breathing was growing shorter. Faster. More erratic. His cheeks burned, and droplets of sweat stood out on his forehead. More precum poured from his erection onto his chest.

Starlight would understand. She had to understand. Schlick-schlick went his hoof. Pant-pant went his tongue. Flurry was—Flurry was too much for him. She was too much stallion for his imagination, his libido, his fantasies to ignore.

And at least, he reassured himself, sucking in a breath as his balls contracted against his groin, he wasn’t actually doing anything worse than masturbating alone -

“Mister Sunny?”

"Wh-wh-whoa!"

Oof.

Sunburst moaned pathetically from his place on the floor. He'd been sitting on the edge—both sexually and physically—and so when Flurry's chirping voice had rang out just inches away, he'd spilled, flailing, over the side of the bed. He'd taken a belly-flop onto the carpet, and now lay, glasses askew, with his legs splayed awkwardly around him.

His eyes fluttered open. Sunburst moaned again, this time more from the stimulus of the raspy carpet against his erection. He'd been so close!

But Flurry—

His eyes shot wide open. Flurry!

"Oh! Princess Flurry!" Sunburst was on his hooves in an instant. Blushing, he kept his eyes downcast, and angled his hind legs to try and conceal his throbbing boner. "Is something the matter? I thought I..."

His gaze flickered upward...only to find a massive, throbbing pillar of meat sticking out two feet in front of Flurry's forelegs. A river of precum as wide as his hoof drooled from the slit, pooling over and staining the carpet. Little Flurry looked up at him with wide eyes, her stubby toddler's legs stretched awkwardly around her own girth.

Sunburst sighed. He straightened his hind legs and relaxed his haunches. His boner, free once more, sprang out and smacked against his belly. "...tucked you in."

Flurry pouted. "Can't sleep."

"Oh," Sunburst said. "But you had a long day! Maybe you can just go back to"—his mind scrambled, searching for suitably paternal language to use—"your nice, big-girl bed and close your eyes, and—"

"No!" Flurry shrieked. “No sleep!”

"U-um." His voice was shaking; why was it shaking? Sunburst tried to keep a straight face, and glanced down at the hopeful-looking filly. “What—what helps you fall asleep?”

"Fuck!" she chirped.

He could've whistled aloud. Hoooh, boy.

His boner leapt at the thought. Someone really liked that idea. A vision struck him: Meek little Sunburst, rump wriggling up in the air, waiting as the musk of a proper stallion suffocated him, balls the size of melons slapping against his jiggling ass—

"Right," he blurted. "That is—perhaps...not?" Flurry looked confused. Scrambling, Sunburst searched for a way out. He didn't trust himself to...help, no matter how clinical the need might be. His boner kept throbbing, and he found his nostril flaring a little bit wider, his breath inhaling a little bit stronger. Flurry had scarcely been in the room for ninety seconds, and already her musk lay over the air like a dense, heavy soup. His balls pulsed; his flanks clenched.

But Princess Cadance—

No, he told himself. That was Princess Cadance. He was—he was Sunburst. Archmage Sunburst. Coltfriend to—to—

—what was her name again?

That musk was so thick. So heavy. It was just so hard to think...especially when every throb of his own cock drew him to the incredible swell of Flurry Heart's nutsack, even as her testicles steadily bulged larger by the second.

Archmage Sunburst gulped.

And then an idea came to him.

"Well," he said. He drew in a shuddering breath. A smile plastered onto his face, he met Flurry's eyes and went on, "I don't know if I should—do that, but I can help you fall asleep."

Flurry Heart cocked her head to the side. A particularly powerful flex of her cock sent a glob of precum the size of a saucer splatting rudely against one of his bedposts.

Sunburst winced.

"Storytime!" he said. "I—they always helped make me sleepy. When I was a colt," he added, grinning awkwardly.

Flurry gasped. "Story!" she chirped. Her hooves thumped atop her great organ in thunderous applause. Each impact sent another glob of precum shooting across the floor until the outline of a small country was painted in liquid arousal upon the carpet. "Story! Story!"

Sunburst had to chuckle at that. "Okay, then—storytime it is." He heaved himself up onto the bed, then patted the mattress beside him. "Up you get, little Flurry."

The three-year-old suddenly looked very focused. She trotted over. Sunburst couldn't help it as his gaze drifted to the way her megacock rasped on the carpet as she dragged it along, or the way her tiny body heaved her massive, sloshing nuts across the bedroom floor.

Grunting, Flurry reached both hooves up the side of the bed and heaved. Her hooves tightened around the sheets, crinkling them as her little wings buzzed—somewhat uselessly. Flurry panted, whimpering as she did her best to pull herself up with every ounce of her power-packed little form.

Below her, a pair of testicles, each larger than her entire body, kept her anchored to the floor.

"Here," Sunburst said, horn lighting without thinking. "Let me help." Sparks shimmered around his horn, and Flurry gasped as he picked her up in his magic.

A tremor went down Sunburst's back as he laid her down. There was a certain tactile feedback to telekinesis, but he'd never paid much attention to it before. Now, though...

He'd touched Flurry's...thing, back at dinner. He'd felt awkward about it then, and had tried to disengage as quickly as possible. But now, cradling her erect, three-foot python in one weave and hefting her twenty-pound semen stores in another...

Sunburst's cheeks flushed. Gods, but those things were heavy.

Flurry sighed contentedly as she touched down. The mattress shook, and then—as Sunburst's magic disappeared—depressed beneath the weight of her mighty stallionhood. Sunburst exhaled.

"Okay," he mumbled. He shifted back, and got comfy against a few extra-fluffy pillows. Flurry watched, and then emulated him. It took her a bit more effort—especially given the added weight at her crotch—but the toddler filly managed to wriggle herself back until she was laying back against the pillow beside him.

"Okay," Sunburst said again. He took a breath—and then blushed. "Urk." Flurry had snuggled up to his side. Her little cheek rested upon his belly—and her great, throbbing stallionhood was draped almost tenderly across his legs.

"Story," she chirped softly.

"Story," he echoed. "Story..."

The filly expects a story, Sunburst told himself. So it's up to you to deliver.

But it was so terribly hard to concentrate with that massive meat weighing upon his knees...

Sunburst gulped. Welp, there was nothing doing for that. He had to shoulder the weight and push on. An archmage didn't give up. Right?

Right?

"There...once was a princess," he finally said. "She lived in a big castle."

"Me!" Flurry cooed.

"A very big castle," he mumbled. "And like you. She, ah—loved to run! And jump, and play. Very much like you."

Flurry's wings buzzed appreciatively. She cuddled up closer to Sunburst's side. Sunburst's mind was adrift in the world of storytelling...but his eyes were fixed closely on the mammoth black shaft that was steadily stiffening with each heartbeat.

"She, er, wielded a great weapon! Fought many battles." Battles? What the heck was he—

"And it was called her Wand of Power."

Flurry oohed and aahed. Sunburst could have smacked himself.

But it seemed to be working. He could feel her heartbeat slowing against his hide. Letting himself smile a bit, Sunburst went on.

He talked about the adventures the princess had—her and her Wand of Power. He talked of the monsters she conquered, the friends she made, the strange creatures she met. Flurry giggled at the right parts, and gasped at the other. She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself.

And so, Sunburst discovered, was he. He was falling into a rhythm, a beat—and who cared if that beat seemed to be in time with the throb of the beast drooling arousal over his thigh, or that Flurry's little hoof seemed to be not-so-innocently stroking circles around his flank?

He was a mage. And there were stories to be told.

By now, Flurry's cock had chubbed up even further. It had to be as wide as his torso, easily, and a bit longer besides. Its further stiffness had pushed it up past his navel, with the tip coming to rest just a few inches beyond his ear. Sunburst drew in a deep breath of its musk, and groaned softly. Absentmindedly, he picked up a hoof and drew it in a long, casual stroke along its length. Flurry cooed beside him, and he heard himself grunt alongside her. Her mighty shaft was draped completely over his lap, and his own erection—his own tiny eight-incher—was squeezed beneath a small cross-section of her thirty-six-inch python, each throb of Flurry's pre-soaked member masturbating his little boner as he clenched and groaned.

But all good stories have to come to an end, eventually. "And so," Sunburst finished, yawning, "she returned home and lived happily ever after."

Flurry yawned with him. "Happy."

"Yes," he said. Smiling warmly, he turned to give her curls a pat. "Happy."

It was time, he decided, for bed. He glanced at the clock: Eight-o-six. Not bad. Now, if only he could get her back to her room...

Shifting his weight slightly, he hefted her just far enough from his side to let his magic get a good grip on her—and her additional weight. Sunburst's bleary eyes twitched as he felt the mass fill out his telekinetic grip. Goodness, but he didn't remember her being that heavy.

Flurry whimpered.

"Come on, little Flurry," he mumbled. "Time for bed. Time to get up."

"No," she whimpered. "Can't."

He paused, then stared at her blankly. "Can't? Why not?"

Her big eyes were wide, her lips tight. "Full."

Sunburst blinked. Then, craning his neck to the side, he peered around Flurry's little flank...to see an enormous jet-black sphere as tall as his shoulder weighing on the ground behind her.

His eyes bulged. "But—how—"

Another quick glance confirmed that her second testicle was as insanely large as the first. Sunburst swallowed. His own balls were around a third the width of his hoof—not large, but not small, either. At dinner, Flurry's had been around the diameter of dinner plates. But now?

He shivered. He could see them pulsing—breathing—from here. How in the blazes had he not noticed their growth?

"Um," he said, in a very small voice. "Er. Yes. Very big."

"Mommy helps," Flurry added, helpfully.

Sunburst attempted to register that. "Sorry?"

"Mommy helps," Flurry repeated. She nodded over at the pile of papers detailing her care; he'd rested them on his night-table after bathtime. "Says so."

Sunburst frowned. He turned to shuffle through the pile of notes Cadance had left for him—and then noticed one sticking out from below the night-table.

It had a ridiculously long section dictating the kinds of carrots Cadance had picked out for snacks, and then:

Please ensure that Flurry is released once every thirty minutes. I know that it might be an awkward, as well as messy task, but it's important to make sure that she doesn't get backed up. Two sessions before bed will finish her off for the day—her body's clock ends at seven P.M. sharp. A cleanup containment spell might come in handy!

There were a few other scribbled notes after that, but Sunburst didn't bother to read them. He didn't need to.

Slowly, he turned back toward Flurry, who was staring up at him with a pained look. Once every thirty minutes. And twice before bed.

He glanced at the clock. It was now eight-oh-nine. Over an hour since she should have been "released" for the final time.

Twice.

Crap.

He swallowed. “So...your mother usually helps. How?”

Flurry pondered that for a second. Then: “Night-night kiss!”

A...kiss. Sunburst eyed the gaping, precum-drooling slit of her member and licked his lips. Right. “Does...your father do anything different? Perhaps he also helps?”

Flurry didn’t even have to think. “Daddy fuck!”

“Flurry!” Sunburst’s breath caught in his chest. “You mustn’t say that!”

She didn’t seem to care. “Daddy fuck!” she giggled. “Daddy fuck! Daddy fuck! Daddy—Daddy cu-u-u-uum.”

Her eyes rolled back a bit; her tongue lolled out of her mouth in indisputable arousal. Her cock bulged, flexed—and then spat a wad of precum half the size of his head across the room. Sunburst flinched as it splattered across the glass balcony doors, and watched in awe as the thick, gelatinous mass slowly oozed down to the floor below.

Her balls, tremendous in size and only growing, gurgled, then visibly expanded. Sunburst swallowed as he watched little Flurry's nutsack roll over the quilts of his mattress. Her massive nuts, each twice the size of his head, gurgled audibly with each inch—then each foot—of mattress-space that they swallowed up. Princess Flurry Heart, and her massive cock flexed. Trembling with barely bridled virility, the powerful organ slowly lifted into the air, inch by inch, until it was standing tall and proud like a flagpole. Its bulk cast the bed into darkness beneath its shadow; leaning back on his pillows, Sunburst felt his mouth go dry, his muzzle trembling with awe as he felt its musk and sheer size dominate his senses utterly.

"O-okay," he stammered. "Just—just let me—let me take a look." He slid off of the bed, and thumped onto the carpet. Hesitantly, he padded his way around the corner of the mattress. His tail was curled tightly over his taint, concealing his shiny balls, already moist with the precum that had slid down his own throbbing length.

And then, without warning, Flurry's nuts loomed in his vision, filling it utterly. Sunburst licked his lips, then groaned audibly. His legs shook—his tail flagged, eager ponut clenching—as those great spheres sloshed, then groaned as they rolled out to cover another inch of area.

They were nearly to the edge of the mattress.

"O-okay," Sunburst mumbled. He took a deep breath—and then halfway regretted it when he found himself choking on the little filly's powerful, invasive musk. Clearing his throat, he moved to straighten his spectacles, then leaned in even closer.

Her scent was overpowering, but somehow, he held onto his will as he bent forward. Swallowing, Sunburst inspected Flurry's nutsack—every curve of her gigantic, cum-swollen orbs, every nook and cranny of her overstretched, overstuffed ballsack. His cock throbbed in time with hers, and his tail leaped with an eagerness to please—to taste—to submit—with each fat dollop of precum that rolled down the little filly's cock.

He was swaying himself, he realized. Bobbing, his eyes half-lidded, entranced by the massive organ before him. Taking a deep breath—and savoring the impeccably maleness of her scent—Sunburst lifted up a hoof...and laid it atop one of Flurry's swollen orbs.

He put some weight on it. The testicle resisted: taut, firm. He rocked the weight to one side, and whimpered quietly as he felt its contents slosh beneath his touch. There was just so much...

"It's okay, Princess Flurry," he mumbled. His voice was almost a whisper now. "We'll take care of it."

His hoof moved to push around her nut in small circles. Their radii slowly grew, his hoof pressing more firmly into the taut skin of her ballsack with each lap. Flurry's soft voice cooed in approval.

The hypnosis—for what else could he call it?—intensified. Sunburst felt compelled to bend in further, to lean in close—until his horn was very nearly rubbing against her cock. He tilted his head forward, and then moaned aloud at the sensation as his hard, sparking horn pressed into the firm flesh of Flurry's rod. She was so...hot. Burning, even. He felt his cheeks rise in temperature, felt sweat dripping down his shoulders and back, and found that he didn't care one whit.

He was a foalsitter. And he was going to do his job.

Sunburst's lips parted. As if it were as natural as breathing, he extended his tongue and then licked along the top of one testicle. The rough surface of his tongue dragged across the taut, swollen orb, the skin of Flurry's nutsack piling up with his movements. Flurry's little gasps were music to his ears, and Sunburst did it again—and again.

Each lap of her ball tasted even better than the last. Her musk—her taste—her scent was stifling, invigorating, dominating. Sunburst's barely-chubby rump tensed and swayed, his tail flagging as he moved to suckle on Flurry's great nuts.

Precum continued to drool from Flurry's flare. A fat dollop oozed down his cheek, then another found itself stuck in his mane. Sunburst just brushed any hair out of his eyes; he couldn't have any obstacles separating him from his prize.

Was it his prize? Or his god? He moaned, hips pumping, as he buried his muzzle deeper in the cleavage between her testicles. Flurry's satisfied moans and whimpers egged him on, pushed him to nuzzle deeper as the weight of her massive nuts pressed against either of his cheeks. He took the bridge of her nutsack in his teeth, delicately, and rolled it against his tongue as his lips suckled harder on the skin there.

"O-oh," Flurry gasped. "Oh—oh—ooh."

His tongue emerged again. Tenderly, lovingly, Sunburst lapped his way up between her pre-drenched nuts, making sure to taste the pool of precum at the base of her shaft. Then he went higher, drawing his tongue up her shaft and twisting it around each vein with tender care, letting each one fill his mouth as Flurry cooed and sighed. He sighed, too, his shoulders relaxing and his crotch throbbing as he reached the base of her medial ring and lingered—only for a moment—before removing his tongue completely.

Then:

"Daddy fuck?" Flurry mumbled.

Sunburst's cheeks burned, but he offered his charge a gentle, eager smile. "Not daddy," he corrected her. "But...yes. Fuck.

Flurry applauded—and then moaned when his hooves, digging into the mattress to heave his weight back up—pressed firmly against the exposed flesh of her nutsack. Sunburst grunted, and then exhaled when he flopped back onto the bed. His cock throbbed, and he spared a moment to pump his hips and erection against the quilt, the soft, pre-drenched fabric lovingly caressing his mast.

"Y-you know, Flurry," Sunburst said. He drew himself to his haunches, and stroked Flurry's engorged erection with a hoof. The little filly moaned; Sunburst smiled. "There's m-more to the story I told you."

"Mmmmm."

"The princess had a"—Sunburst stumbled—"a—a servant." He stood up; each of his hooves sank a half-inch into the well-padded quilts. His erection was throbbing, drooling; his balls felt like lead weights. His tail was all but curled over his back, exposing his rump completely.

"She was"—he gently pulled Flurry's cock downward, just low enough to have an angle—"a lovely, pretty servant. She loved to—um, play, and tell stories. And she"—a shiver went down his spine—"loved the princess' wand of power."

His taint was rubbing against the side of her shaft now. Precum, cupfuls of it, gushed down over his bare ass, underused archmage muscles flexing and shifting delightedly with each throb of the mammoth mountain against his ring. Sunburst bit his lip, then gasped, as Flurry's nuts gurgled and rolled further forward across the quilt.

His thighs spread—wide, then wider still. "Sh-she loved it," he went on, then stifled a moan. He could...feel her now, the great curve of her flare pressing against his hole. Oh, gods, but she was big. So big—so powerful. Had he ever been a male? Could he ever be a stallion again, especially in the presence of this...thing?

This filly?

"She loved it so much," he panted, "the she would...clean it." Flurry's cock pulsed, and Sunburst groaned. His tight ring had unclenched just a bit—and the volley of precum that Flurry sent forth had gushed right down through. He could feel it already sloshing in his belly, and each throb of the foal's organ only brought more. "She would...kiss it." The vision of those nuts—those tremendous, beautiful nuts, sloshing and groaning with gallons upon gallons of fresh, hot, virile seed—filled his mind's eye. "Even w-welcome it inside of herself."

Flurry was moaning. Even as he sweated, even as he panted, groaned, and held his weight up, Sunburst felt warmth rise up inside of him. Good.

He shifted the weight, pressed downward. His horn flickered with a spell—trembling, his little ring suddenly unclenched, the shimmer of magic relaxing it. Sunburst exhaled, then pressed further. He was pushing it in. He was doing it. He was—

With a pop, her cock went in. Sunburst's eyes bulged. He nearly howled—but instead only moaned, his voice pitching up like a filly a quarter his age. Trembling, shaking, but with erection throbbing and balls churning, he pressed onward.

"The p-princess," he breathed, "and her—her s-servant... They liked to play." A little bit more. Just two inches. Good. Breathe. Two inches more. "The s-servant...would tease her princess. Whenever they were alone." He sucked in a breath—and then pressed further. A full six inches—half a foot—of girthy, Flurry meat were now buried in his ass.

Further still. A foot. Sixteen inches. He could feel her in his belly—his hoof flew to his gut, feeling the mound swelling there. He could feel her. Gods.

Now he could feel it—the fat girth of her medial ring. It was firm, an inch wider in radius than the shaft, and absolutely throbbing with heat. Sunburst gulped—and then shoved his weight downward.

He wailed, head jerking back as his ruined asshole gaped around Flurry's mass. He was full—oh so full—but there was more, more, so much more—!

"Th-the princess would ask," Sunburst groaned, "wh-why, it looks like you're very nearly pregnant?" He wriggled his hips, pushing to fit a few more inches inside of him. The bulge in his belly swelled; by now, the fat curve of Flurry's flare could be easily seen in the outline of his hide. He did look pregnant, big and round and full of precum. More and more of Flurry's liquid arousal gushed into him by the second; he rocked his weight backward, and felt his belly slosh against his thigh. Sunburst whimpered.

And then, he started pumping his hips up and down.

"The—the w-wand," he panted, "felt so—sweet inside of her." His puckered, ruined ring clenched, and little Flurry moaned. Her balls groaned, their contents gurgling as they pushed up around Sunburst's hooves. His next descent brought him all the way to the bottom—Sunburst gasped, feeling her cock bulge out his belly grotesquely—and he groaned as his plush rump sank into the taut, cum-swollen surfaces of Flurry's massive seed-sacks.

"It felt so warm," he breathed. "She—she wanted to keep it there." His cock throbbed against his belly—then, as he went down again, against the massive bulge swelling in his belly. A fresh jet of precum widened his belly further—making room, it seemed, for the inevitable eruption. He swallowed.

"She wanted the wand's hot, g-gooey magic inside of her," Sunburst grunted. "She wanted to feel it—feel it f-filling her up." He sank all the way down again, and whimpered as his tush pressed against Flurry's nuts again. Were they even bigger? How much—

"She wanted t-to feel it stretch—stretching her out," Sunburst mumbled. His hips wriggled happily, his gaping ponut struggling to suck in each inch of Flurry's cock it could. "The servant wanted to show that she was marked—that she was fertile—that she was own—own—oh!"

His hips jerked forward, his cock flexed, and he came. Sunburst squealed like a pig in heat, jerking, humping the air as rope after rope of seed spat from his pulsing tip. His whole body shuddered with the force of it, the roar of climax filling his ears as he panted, wailed, and came like he'd never cum before.

He could feel Flurry's head buried deep in his belly; each twist of his hips sent his spasming cock slapping wetly against the great bulge in his gut. Sunburst moaned like the sluttiest showmare, as high-pitched as the youngest filly—and still, he came. His thighs flexed, his forelegs thrashed, and his hooves tensed...right around Flurry's great, plump nuts.

He heard her before he felt it—a stifled, moaning gasp of surprise. That surprise came with pleasure—tension—and then, at long last, a filly's gentle sigh of release.

A massive rush of spunk flooded inside of him; in an instant, his ruined asshole was forced near twice as wide as Flurry's cock bulged with gallons of oncoming spooge. Sunburst's eyes widened, and his spine arched backward as his belly pushed outward around the tidal wave. Flurry's gasping moans filled his ears as the thrashing, irrhythmic flexing of her shaft first pushed him forward—and then, slowly, but surely, lifted him from the bed entirely.

Sunburst's legs wriggled, his rump teasing its way this way and that. Shot after shot of thick, heady, musky spunk fired off inside of him. His belly continued to bloat; by now, it was spilling past his hooves, leaving him with the look of a mare ten months pregnant—with triplets. He looked like he'd swallowed a feast, guzzled a barrel of cider—and still, the flood came.

He was powerless to stop it; his hooves had been lifted entirely from the bed, his entire bloating body speared, then hoisted atop the filly's spasming organ. He gurgled, and then hacked up a wad of spunk onto his forelegs. Sunburst groaned. There was so much—

Hooves scrambled, pressed inward, struggling to hold his expanding stomach in. But there was no holding that bulge back anymore. Sunburst belched, a fresh glob of Flurry's cum expelling from his muzzle as his big, sloshing belly spilled over his hooves. It flopped against his thighs, its great, plump mass spilling down in an overhang as the squealing, squirming filly beneath him pumped him full of more cum—more cum!—more cum!

By the time Flurry's orgasm ran its course, Sunburst resembled little more than a great, bloated balloon speared atop her great shaft. He gurgled, then groaned. Lines of cum, thick and creamy, ran from the corners of his mouth to dribble down his chin. With a grunt, a heave, and a gasp, he wrenched his way off of Flurry's cock—and onto the mattress beside her.

Sunburst moaned. He was so big now—so full, so stretched full of Flurry's cum that he could scarcely feel anything more than the squirming, gurgling slosh of his gut as it struggled to digest its massive meal. His gaping asshole clenched, winked, his tail not even bothering to try and hide his spooge-streaked taint.

He whimpered, hooves trembling as he tried to cradle his gigantic gut. His legs didn't reach the bed, so great was its girth—it was like lying atop a water bed. He tried to rock his weight to the side, and only moaned with the sloshing ripples of flesh only stimulated his softening erection further. He heard somepony sob—was that him?—a gentle, muffled sob of pleasure, happiness, relief—and submission.

Some part of him pretended that the squirming, the sloshing he felt in his great gut was a platoon of foals. Healthy, strong, virile foals. His eyelashes fluttered, and Sunburst sighed as he sank into the fantasy.

But it was just a fantasy—wasn't it? For all that he could swear that he felt the sheer virility of Flurry's cum sinking into his organs, infusing them with her sex and vitality...he was a stallion. That wasn't possible.

But gods, the idea of it felt good.

With hooves barely reaching around two-thirds of his gargantuan gut, Sunburst blinked drowsily, and then glanced down to his side. Little Flurry was still lying there, her shoulders embraced by the great fluffy pillows around them. Her great shaft was softening, her mighty balls drained. The pillar of meat that had filled him so wonderfully was now becoming flaccid, its needs taken care of. Sunburst sucked in a breath when he felt it brush, then lean against his plump flank—and then sighed, his body relaxing.

He turned again to Flurry. The little foal was sleeping soundly, her cheek nuzzled up against the great, plush softness of his cum-filled belly. Sunburst smiled, then spared a moment to lick a dollop of cum from his own cheek. Whose it was, he couldn't tell—but as he sloshed it between his cheeks, and then finally swallowed, he couldn't help but shudder in erotic, satisfied pleasure.

A yawn split his muzzle. Rubbing at his drooping eyes, Sunburst spared a final, sleepy smile for the slumbering filly, and, with a soft shimmer of magic, drew her closer to his side.

There would be no moving her back to her own room now—nor would there be anything further to do tonight. Not while he was in this state, at least. But...

His eyelids drooped further. Sitting up here, perched upon a belly half the side of a bed... It was peaceful. Soothing. Yawning again, Sunburst closed his eyes, and nuzzled his cheek against his folded arms. Beneath his head, he could feel the soft gurgles and sloshes of his stomach, well-stuffed with Flurry's seed.

It had been one month since that night.

Sunburst still thought about it sometimes. He found himself staring after Flurry's stallionhood, at least on the rare chance that he caught her pulling it through the hallways. Once or twice, he'd pondered following the inevitable trail of precum she left behind, nosing his way forward and lapping it up before finally reaching the filly herself. He could see it now: He'd bury his face in her balls, pleasure her rod, then moaning, panting, present himself to be used for her satisfaction—

He swallowed. He was in control. Right?

And besides—he didn't need that anymore. Really. His marefriend had returned, and his needs were to be taken care of, just as he would take care of hers.

He'd waited for three and a half weeks for Shining and Cadance to ask him to foalsit again. They never had.

"Gosh," Starlight said beside him. She glanced around the towering vaults of the Crystal Palace. "This place really doesn't change."

Sunburst forced a laugh at that. "Six months isn't exactly a long time for an ancient palace to shift its foundations," he said. "And you've not changed a bit."

"Except"—Starlight shot him a smirk—"for maybe a little more magical punch. Thank you, Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns!" She pumped a fist; Sunburst giggled.

Did he do that now? Giggle? He wasn't sure.

It felt...right

"And you," Starlight said, "certainly haven't changed a bit." She slung a hoof over his side—and paused when her foreleg sank into a bit of softness. "Well. Mostly."

Sunburst blushed. "Oh. I, uh, think I've been putting on a bit of weight, actually." He awkwardly removed her probing hoof from his flank—even that motion made his slightly-rounded belly sway beneath him. "I'm not sure how, I confess. I've been eating properly, exercising—"

"Well," Starlight cut in—"even with a bit of pudge, you're still cute." She gave him a peck on the cheek, and a wink; Sunburst blushed deeper as she went on, "I love you, even if you do get a little bit tubby."

"Actually," Cadance's voice rang out behind them, "he's pregnant."

Age 0 - Daddy in the Closet, Mommy on the C(l)ock

Light flickered through the slats of the closet door, dim rays of blue-white lighting upon the shadows inside. In the darkness, Shining held himself perfectly still, hardly daring to move at all. Through the slits in the door, he could still make out Flurry Heart’s crib—and the slender, pristine form of Cadance, sweeping gently across the nursery.

“Hush, dearest.” Cadance leaned over the side of the crib to affectionately nuzzle Flurry’s cheek. The little foal giggled cheerfully, poking her mother’s muzzle; as she withdrew, Cadance was smiling, a happy gleam in her eye. Shining saw it and hated it—hated himself for feeling only lust, only fear as he’d walked in, without even a single beat of fatherhood.

“It’s a beautiful evening, my love,” Cadance murmured. Her voice was like silk; her words may as well have been a lullaby. Her dulcet tones sent shivers down Shining’s spine, his mind flashing back to the first night they’d spent alone together. Slowly, Cadance pulled back, a small, secret smile on her face as she turned away from Flurry’s head, and, as though pulled by a string, back toward the monstrous, three-foot stallionhood pulsing gently above her bed.

Shining instantly cringed. Oh, no. He hadn’t been able to clean Flurry off before hiding. As it was, her shaft was absolutely drenched with volumes of dripping jizz, the aftermath of her load filling the entire room with her overwhelming musk. Even here, trapped in the stale darkness of the nursery’s closet, he felt his own cock obediently stir between his legs at that demanding scent. He choked down a whimper of lust, still staring dead ahead at the room behind.

That cryptic smile played across Cadance’s face for a moment. Then, for just the blink of an eye, she glanced back toward the door—and shut it softly with a near-invisible blue glow.

Shining’s eyes widened further.

“And here’s my big, beautiful girl.” Cadance cooed softly as she leaned down to nuzzle worshipfully against Flurry’s engorged flare. Shining felt his heart nearly stop in his chest, his entire body stiffening like his aching cock as he watched his wife lap tenderly at the cum-drenched side of his infant daughter’s shaft.

For a moment, his mind spun. He tried desperately to convince himself that it was innocent—that Cadance was just cleaning her off—but the telltale roll of Cadance’s eyes, bright with concentration, the familiar tingling shiver that danced its way down her spine was too much to ignore. He knew that look, knew that adorable little wriggle she made when he entered her. And he knew the little perfect moan she made when she was horny, knew the flicker of lewd mischief in her gaze when she wanted to play.

He saw that flicker. He heard that moan. And between his legs, his stallionhood throbbed once more. He felt a surge of long-dead jealousy. To his shame, he didn't know of whom.

“Looks like Daddy’s off to the kitchens for a snack,” Cadance murmured, still hungrily nuzzling Flurry’s cock. The baby cooed in a delighted gurgle, evidently quite happy to feel her mother’s soft snout rubbing so close against her length. “Means that you and Mommy get to have some...alone time.”

There was something to the words that sent further jitters up Shining’s spine. Something low, something dark, something undeniably...sensual. He bit his lip, trying to keep himself quiet as he reached back to stroke at his stiffening little erection. A part of him grappled for the memory of when he’d been endowed, of when he’d been Shining Armor, the largest cock in the showers - the largest his wife had ever taken. And yet, here before him was firm, throbbing evidence that he held that title no longer.

“Oh, my yes,” Cadance said happily, a sweet little chirp. She rubbed her cheek perkily against the curve of Flurry’s flare, her eyes fluttering shut as she took a deep breath of her daughter’s musk. Shining was shocked to see a fleck of drool on her cheek. “Mommy will have you all to herself—and such a big, handsome stallion you are.”

A moan slipped into the nursery. Instantly, Cadance whipped her head back, froze, her eyes wide with a familiar panic. Back in the closet, Shiny slapped his treacherous muzzle shut, his face paling under his hoof as he realized that that’d been him—he’d moaned at hearing his wife compliment his daughter like…like that. He’d moaned at seeing the lustful, needy look in her eyes—at seeing the absolute and overwhelming virility his infant child held over him.

Cadance inhaled sharply; a mother's protectiveness and a lover's stymied rage all in one. “Is—is anyone there?” she asked. Her voice sounded ragged, almost frenzied. Shining kept a trembling hoof over his mouth, not daring to remove it, not even caring that it was thoroughly smeared with his own salty precum. Cadance’s wary gaze tracked across the room, her eyes hard-edged obsidian. Shiny - Shining Armor shied back, cringing away from the light, as her eyes passed over the closet—lingered, he thought—and then finally, blessedly, moving away. He knew he was damned nonetheless.

He gritted his teeth hard, his eyes squeezing tightly shut as he tried to buck that old, locker-room nickname out of his head. He could still remember his times as a new recruit - when he’d stood, naked and mewling, in the center of the Royal Guard showers. He could remember the feel of a tender hoof against his quivering rump, of a determined mass prodding against his rear. He could feel the weight of it, the heavy, protective embrace of an older, stronger stallion. He'd needed it then. He’d been little Shiny then - but no longer. He’d earned his full name and honor, had earned the right to stand tall, proud: a stallion. Hadn’t he?

A world away from him, Cadance sighed with relief. Shaking her head, she turned back to Flurry with an eager chirp. “Sorry, dearest,” she said softly. “Where were we?”

She took a deep, saturating sniff of Flurry’s musk, and smiled dreamily. Her front was directed toward the door, her deliciously plump rump pointed at the closet. Shining gulped, then squeezed his hoof tighter around his muzzle when he saw her vaginal muscles wink, her nethers dripping with obvious arousal as her tender clit was exposed. Cadance purred softly, leaning forward to plant a gentle lover's kiss on Flurry’s proud cock once more. “Right,” she giggled, pulling back, with cum and pre-cum smearing her lips. “I was nuzzling the biggest stud of a stallion I’d ever seen.”

Something took a hold of Shiny’s chest and squeezed. Did she - had she…? He swallowed, shaking slightly, as he watched Cadance ran her tongue lovingly along the side of Flurry’s throbbing shaft. Even from here, he could smell his daughter’s dizzying scent—even from here, he could feel it calling to him, summoning him, pushing him to submit to the greater stallion once again. His hoof curled tightly around his own erection, almost painfully, wishing that it was him Cadance was stroking, him that she was praising, just as she had every night they’d spent together.

And yet, the call of Flurry’s sex was stronger yet. He shuddered against his thoughts, trying to ignore the way her shaft seemed to loom above his vision, to dominate the room, even at this distance. It was no wonder Cadance seemed so eager to submit. He had—and did—feel the same way.

Murmuring, Cadance noted just how messy Flurry was. With a giggle and a sloppy kiss, she began the reverential work of cleaning her daughter’s dripping shaft with her tongue. She flicked across thick globs of the jizz that Shiny had left behind, seemingly ignorant of the streams of saliva that he’d left around Flurry’s veins. Each deposit of rich cum made Cadance’s eyes roll back, a low, needy moan coming from her throat as she swished the hot, salty load around in her mouth. When she swallowed it… Oh, Shiny thought he could cum to that alone.

Damn her. Damn them. Flurry was only an infant...and yet, somehow, more than anything, Shiny's entire being yearned to be out there beside his wife, pleasuring, worshipping his daughter and above all her glorious dick. He forced down another whimper, and then…gave in.

Staring up in adoration through the slats, Shiny began to jerkily stroke his needy erection harder. Droplets of pre trickled around his hooves even as far thicker, muskier gobs of arousal rolled down the sides of Flurry’s beautiful shaft, each one larger than just one of his entire loads—bigger, in fact, than anything he'd contributed to Flurry's conception. He’d never been so thrilled as when he’d found out he was to be a father—and yet, sitting here now, he felt more helpless, more confused, and yet still somehow more proud than ever before.

Cadance finished cleaning Flurry after a few fixated minutes. She pulled back regretfully and licked her lips, eager to clean up any last morsels of cum speckling her muzzle. She gulped down her last mouthful, smacking her lips for the last taste, and groaned with obvious pleasure. Even as she rubbed her belly, full of nearly a cupful of Flurry’s heady spunk, the rate of pre drooling from her daughter’s shaft redoubled. More and more clear, musky arousal cascaded down the sides of her towering tool in a torrential sheet, rolling down her colossal testes and pooling at the base of her shaft. Shiny shivered, wishing that he could be closer—to smell it, to taste it, to feel that warm, masculine wetness rubbing against his own pathetic erection.

Cadance exhaled slowly. She turned at last to Flurry, eyes half-lidded, flustered arousal still evident in her eyes. “Come on, dear,” she said, her stained lips smiling wide. “Mommy needs to feel just how big you are.” Her horn glimmered around Flurry’s comparatively tiny torso; the baby gurgled with innocent glee, wiggling her stubby arms about as Cadance lifted her gracefully out of her crib. Cadance purred softly and then gave a quiet growl. “Mommy hasn’t been properly filled in far too long.”

Shiny felt his cheeks sear with anger and no little dismay. Properly filled? What in Tartarus was that supposed to mean? Unwillingly, he glanced down at his own endowment, his face hot with shame. At just under a foot and a half in length, he was quite a good size for a stallion—better than good, in fact, when most stallions tended to run from seven to ten inches. He’d always filled up Cadance perfectly...until now, he supposed.

He watched in dejected desperation as Cadance lifted Flurry further into the air. He’d lined up his member with hers before, and had been stunned into silence when he found that his once-respectable endowment didn’t even reach the halfway point of hers. He was a stallion; she was...a god. A freak. His daughter. His god. A haunted shiver went down his spine, and this time, he couldn’t stifle his weak whimper. Oh, how he wanted her. How he wanted to be her.

A bump of Cadance’s magic caused Flurry’s form to jerk suddenly, her gargantuan nuts squeezing between her little legs. Flurry gasped squeakily—and just as suddenly, her stallionhood lurched, her great length contracting as her balls seized up toward her crotch. Shiny was sickly certain he could see the cum travelling towards that glorious shaft. Toward his wife - towards Flurry's mother.

Cadance yelped with delight as Flurry’s overwhelming length throbbed mightily, pumping out cup after cup of goopy seed. It wasn’t nearly as voluminous as her last orgasm—Shiny’s other hoof tightened around his own cum-swollen belly, whose bloated curve still pressed up against his aching erection—but it was still an incredibly virile display. Fat ropes of spunk erupted from her broad cockslit, spraying into the air like a geyser, and showering down upon the nursery below. Cadance instinctively went to cover her face with both wings, but she wasn’t quite fast enough. By the time Flurry was done, everything in a four-foot radius found itself splattered with a hefty amount of thick, oozing cum.

“Mm…” Shiny’s grip around his cock seized tighter as Cadance’s submissive moan echoed in his ears. He felt his little balls seize up, filling with a paltry amount of seed compared to the blanket of jizz covering his wife’s face. To think he’d once believed his tangerine-sized orbs to be generous. Flurry’s nuts were globes, fat, foot-wide spheres of sloshing cum. Cadance’s eyes were fixed upon them, her gaze glassy, her cheeks flushed. For all the lustful goop dripping down her cheeks, her nostrils were open wide, as though she was trying to inhale everything. Slowly, almost sultrily, she began to lick her face clean, making periodic noises of contentment, and slurping down each streak of Flurry’s gift that her tongue or magic could reach.

“Goodness,” Cadance said dreamily. She giggled softly, and licked Flurry’s chest clean of her own sticky spunk. Their daughter giggled, her little hooves wiggling as her monstrous endowment bobbed silently above her, regally nodding approval of the Royal Cock-Cleaner. As Cadance pulled away, Flurry gurgled happily, smiling expectantly up at her. Cadance smiled back. “So much more virile than your father. I wonder just how many foals you could make, you cute little stud?”

Shiny stifled a despairing groan. His strokes began to increase in speed, sweat beading at his brow, his jaw opening wider against his hoof. Cadance’s drenched vagina winked enthusiastically, and her tail whipped impatiently behind her, betraying her dripping nethers.

“Ooh,” Cadance murmured, shivering and flicking her spooge-covered wings about. “I can only imagine what you’ll be like when you’re older.” She nuzzled under Flurry’s chin, and Shiny shivered sympathetically. What would she be like? A strong, confident alicorn… And if they continued this? How could he hold any respect for himself as her father if she was like thisalready? If he could scarcely even look at her without feeling inadequate—if his own wife would rather have her daughter’s cock than his. They could try to hold themselves back, but even if the both of them swore off Flurry’s cock from this day forth, each lingering glance, each whimper of desire - surely she would catch on eventually. And even if she didn’t, she clearly had enough of a natural libido to make up for it anyway. His shaft throbbed, splurting out a generous dollop of precum at the thought.

Gently, Cadance’s magic placed Flurry onto the carpeted floor. “Okay, dear,” Cadance said, steadying herself. She had to magically bend Flurry’s shaft slightly forward; it was too long, too rigid to just descend straight down.

Shining swallowed when he saw it prodding against Cadance’s feminine lips, stretching the welcoming entrance. That should be me, he thought—but did he mean Flurry, or did he mean Cadance?

“I can’t forget what birthing you felt like,” Cadance said, her voice nearly low as a whisper. Flurry’s mighty cock throbbed, and a steady stream of precum slid down the inside of her mother’s thigh, marking her. Cadance groaned, adjusting her hips to better submit to her daughter's commanding prick. “I’d never felt so full—so satisfied.”

She swallowed visibly and tilted her head. Shining tensed up.

Her brow tightened. For a moment, a bead of sweat dripped down her cheek. Shiny could see it all in her eyes—the desire, the need, the writhing pit of self-loathing. And even so… Shiny's not getting away this time, he told himself. Neither of us are. He took a deep breath, threw away all but the last shreds of his dignity, and let himself be filled by Flurry’s lust-inducing musk once more.

“Help me feel that way again,” Cadance whispered, pleaded. Slowly, careful of Flurry’s sheer girth and reverent of Flurry's pleasure, she marched herself back.

“A-ah! Ah! O-oh, y-es.”

Shiny couldn’t look away. He wanted to, needed to—but his pupils stretched wide as he watched Cadance move, his gaze locking in place. His nostrils flared, his Adam’s apple bobbed, sweat streaming down his cheeks as he jerked his hoof up and down his erect length. He forced himself to choke on another moan, his whole body shuddering as waves of unstoppable arousal surged through his compliant body. This shouldn’t be hot. This shouldn’t be erotic. He should stop this.

But then why did he feel more turned on than ever before?

“Oh—f-fuck.” Shiny cringed at the obscenity; Cadance was never one to curse, not even in bed. As his gaze darted guiltily up, he saw Cadance’s eyes rolling back, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as drool seeped down her chin. “S-so big.”

Big she was. Shiny swallowed, his cock throbbing in his grip with lust quite unconnected to any will of his own as his gaze tracked down the his wife’s torso. A massively male bulge, easily as large as his head, stood out in Cadance’s belly. It had forced the skin around it to bend, to distend outward, until the shape of a massive flare stood outlined below her middle. Cadance’s left hoof was pressed against it, massaging the bulge with soft devotion as she leaned her weight back.

It was little wonder they’d thought Cadance was having triplets, Shiny thought. As Cadance walked herself back even further, her belly widened slightly before settling back—a surge of precum, he thought, his own shaft throbbing at the idea. A splurt of Flurry’s liquid arousal, so forceful, so thick and virile, that Cadance couldn’t help but be filled up by it.

And still, there was more. With a final, self-satisfied grunt, Cadance heaved herself backward, impaling herself on her daughter’s superb shaft. Cadance moaned—and Shining did too, a pair of soft, feminine grunts echoing through the silent nursery. Flurry’s pulsating cock lurched above her, and Shiny’s did the same, the pressure in his balls building until it almost hurt. He nearly cried aloud; he’d almost cum, save for the near-painful grip of his hoof around his shaft. Tenderly, trying not to whimper, he pulled his hoof back, and saw a fat drop of precum ooze down into the pool between his balls.

Through the slats of the closet, he saw Cadance panting rapidly, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Her lips slightly parted, his wife groaned in fullness while her hoof masturbated her bulging middle. Flurry's cock throbbed and bucked within her, their daughter's overpowering organ all too eager to revel in its return to its mother's cunt. Between her thick, luscious thighs, Flurry giggled, tiny hips bucking around her oversized nutsack as Cadance grunted and moaned above her.

It took Cadance a moment to steady herself from this latest surrender, but once she had, she swallowed, setting her brow in place. Trembling, Shining watched her gaze harden, her resolve strengthening as her wobbling lip settled into stillness. With a soft whimper, Cadance let herself slide a few inches down Flurry's length—tenderly, at first, with a few weak moans echoing off of the nursery's padded walls. The bulge in her stomach traveled ever-upward, her pre-matted coat rounding out over Flurry's girthy flare. A blunt grunt slipped through Cadance's throat, both hooves kneading her middle as, gently, she let herself descend a few inches more.

Shiny gulped. His hoof jerked up and down his member with a tenacity born of the most ferocious lust he'd known, his forehead burning as he felt his mind whiten with thoughts of release. He'd been the biggest, thickest stallion Cadance had ever taken; their first night together had been a long session of aches, grunts, and tender moans. All the same, his penetration into her velvet depths had not been nearly as labored or strenuous as the scene that lay before him. He watched Cadance's brow tremble, the desperate resolve in her eyes steeling as she struggled to swallow more of Flurry's dripping length.

And it was clear that Flurry wanted more. Sweat shone from Shiny's forehead as his breaths grew labored, his chest heaving in time with every flex of his daughter's distant cock. It bulged out hugely in Cadance's belly now, making her look as pregnant as she'd been two months ago. His wife's whimpered cries left his ears perked, his eyes half-lidded. Each throb of Flurry's greedy cock released another load of—not cum, but precum, the excess volumes of his infant daughter's arousal running in monsoons between the cracks of Cadance's overstretched pussy lips.

Flurry gurgled happily, and Shiny winced, a volley of his own precum splattering him on the muzzle. He was nothing compared to her, he realized. Even her precum outmatched his entire orgasms—Cadance's belly was already large and round, sloshing with the arousal of her daughter's growing libido. Cadance groaned, cradling her bloating gut as her daughter imperiously pumped more and more liquid lust inside of her, her womb rounding out by the second. Was she pregnant? Could she get pregnant—from this?

Cadance's cunt visibly clenched, her winking lips wrapping tightly around her daughter's spasming shaft. Up and down she went, pumping herself like a good little cocksleeve around Flurry's triumphant length, her lips rounded out into a tender, delicate "o."

"Flurry," she whispered, sweat shining atop her brow. "O-oh, Flurry. Flurry!"

Her daughter's name on her lips, Cadance threw her head back and squealed.

Shiny couldn't see her orgasm directly, but he knew the sound of it. He recognized the clench of her throat, the arch of her back, the simple, soaring pleasure of her voice. Her could feel the phantom pressure of her cunt around his cock and grunted, his own hips heaving forward in sympathetic climax. As his wife squealed in the center of the nursery, Shining snuffled and moaned, his soft whimpers beating in time to the lurching of his erupting cock.

Thick white strands of his own spunk splattered his cheeks, ropes of jizz layering his muzzle like a cum-covered strudel. Shining didn't stop pumping—didn't stop listening, drinking in the voice of his orgasming wife even as she came to another stallion's cock—his *daughter's* cock, which throbbed and twitched inside of her spasming marehood even as Cadance's juices streamed down the sides. Flurry's giggles echoed with unknowing mockery in his ears, her pure innocence at the entire situation only driving home the absolute inadequacy he felt as his wife came to the girth of his infant daughter.

His hips mindlessly continued to buck, his own load all but spent, but his chest still heaved with the force of orgasm. Shiny hunched his shoulders forward, his whole body curling up as it was wracked with an overbearing, overwhelming lust. A few more globs of jizz—each one a tablespoon, large and gooey enough to mat nearly his entire chest—erupted onto his fur. His hooves shone bright with pre and spunk, their slick surfaces oozing with his hot lust. Shiny wheezed, his hips twitching a final time. It was more than he'd ever cum before.

But Flurry hadn't cum yet.

With a final, shuddering moan, Cadance bottomed out her clenching cunny atop Flurry's churning, basketball-sized nuts—and her daughter's stallionhood paid her back with masterful glee.

Far too small to thrust on her own, Flurry's hips neither bucked nor jerked. Her shaft, however, did the job for her. Speared immobile atop her daughter's looming length, Cadance was powerless to do naught but moan and clench as the monstrous girth inside of her lurched and flexed, bending her body around its muscular girth. Huge volleys of spunk erupted inside of Cadance's pre-rounded belly, each "rope" of Flurry's jizz easily larger than Shiny's entire erection. Shiny softly whined as he watched, his hooves going to his own cum-bloated gut as he watched his daughter climax directly into her mother's conquered womb. A soft moan slipped from his dry lips, his softening cock slapping up against the soft, furry contours of his middle as he felt Flurry's load slosh inside of him.

But he hadn't swallowed all of Flurry's generous orgasm. Though his own stuffed belly was large enough with seed to look pregnant, far more of his fur was splattered with oozing jizz, his form marked with the aftermath of her lust. Cadance's cunt, by contrast, looked primed and ready to swallow every last drop down.

A huge rush of seed flowed forth, a tsunami of jizz that forced Cadance's stomach to bloat out obscenely as it gushed in from Flurry's massive, swollen balls. Shiny could actually hear it sloshing, hear the rush of the oncoming tide as Cadance's gut grew behind her ability to hold it, her womb rounding out with each gallon of cum that Flurry relentlessly pumped inside. All throughout her explosive orgasm, Flurry squirmed and squealed on the ground below, her pleasured sounds harmonizing with her mother's labored grunts, each titanic splurt of jizz pushing Cadance's body far past what it should have been capable.

And yet Cadance took it all, like a champion broodmare. Her belly was round with seed, its great curves wobbling with its hot, gooey contents—but Cadance's thirsty cunt drank it all in, her cum-streaked lips trembling around each throb of Flurry's rock-hard shaft. As the infant's orgasm finally came to a shuddering end, Cadance didn't remove herself so much as collapse, slumping forward onto the floor as Flurry's cock slowly slipped from her wide, motherly rump.

Cooing softly, Cadance groaned, her hips working to find purchase on the soft nursery rug. Flurry cooed in echo, her smug stallionhood twitching in the warm night air, once cool, but long since heated up with the musk and sweat of sex. Cadance grunted again, her great belly wobbling past her knees as she struggled weakly to her hooves. She almost fell, but caught herself, slinging her body back up into something resembling a proper standing position. Shining watched, trembling, as she sucked in a breath, sighed, and turned back around.

Heaving the massive weight of her cum-stuffed stomach took obvious work, but Cadance was nothing if not persistent in pursuit of her duty. Waddling, her great belly slapping against her thighs, Cadance made her way back toward Flurry. Cadance herself looked as though she were carrying quintuplets—and, for all Shining knew, perhaps she was. The very thought of it made him bite back another pleasured whimper, his cock twitching for want of a load it could no longer deliver.

Was this what they were now? Shiny - Shining’s hoof rubbed against his cum-filled belly, squishing against its liquid contents. Dumpsters for their daughter’s cum? His muzzle trembled, his throat constricting as he remembered that Cadance hadn’t been the only one to break taboo tonight. He licked his dry lips, tasted his daughter’s savory essence still oozing down his chin. He swallowed, shuddering with delight.

Cadance smiled lovingly down at her daughter, then nuzzled her cheek submissively. A sliver of her mane fell over the side of her face, concealing it from view—but Shining couldn't miss the way she turned her head, her lips opening just wide enough to slip over Flurry's. His face burned, his libido and conscience dueling as he heard the wet, smacking sounds of his wife lustfully kissing his infant daughter. Just as he'd imagined the velvet embrace of Cadance's cunt around his cock, so too did he imagine the sense of her full lips against his—and yet, once more, they belonged to anyone but him.

Slowly, Cadance pulled away, her eyes fluttering with surreal contentment. The potent scent of musk was still thick in the air, and Shining thought he saw something twitch behind her dull, drowsy eyes. "Good night, sweetie," she cooed. Flurry gurgled happily back.

Still waddling clumsily, Cadance made her way to the nursery door. A few pints of cum leaked from her puffy lips; frowning, she turned back and sealed herself shut with a quick spark of magic. With a raised eyebrow, she glanced down at her grossly distended middle. "You'll be rather difficult to explain to Shiny," she grumbled. "Still..."

Flurry gurgled again. The smile flickering back onto her face, Cadance glanced back over her shoulder and winked. "Sleep tight," she said, and reached up to flick off the light. The nursery was plunged into darkness.

In the closet, Shining whimpered softly. He could already hear Flurry's nuts refilling—and his own aching to join them.