Growing Up in a Flurry

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.