Growing Up in a Flurry

"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.