It was early in the evening in the Hooves Cloudsdale home, as Derpy Hooves prepared a dinner treat for both her and her daughter, Dinky Hooves. Dinky was in her teenage years, and lately, Derpy had seen her daughter start to act more differently than usual. Derpy had been a teenager once as well, so she understood the sudden change in her daughter's behavior. She had become more curious about certain "topics" that Derpy normally never would have expected her daughter to take any interest in. It was normal for a teenager to be curious, but Dinky's case was something more "explicit" than your usual teenager's curiosity.
Derpy just took the sudden change as just a stage in her daughter's life, so she never confronted Dinky about it. She figured it probably had to do with a class that Dinky had recently been enrolled into, seeing the class focused around the "subject" that she had grown interested in; Sex Ed. Derpy knew that Dinky eventually would have to learn about the facts of life, so despite all the curious questions her daughter had, she allowed Dinky to learn the natural facts of sex. That is how she was created, and she would do it someday. Derpy just hoped it wasn't anytime soon.
The lingering smell of muffins filled the kitchen, as the oven timer suddenly went off, startling Derpy just a little. Her wings flared, as she quickly regained her composure, grabbed an oven mitt designed for use of the mouth, and rushed to pulling the muffins out of the oven. Once the muffins were safely out of the oven, she set them to the side so they could cool down. Derpy smiled at her accomplishment, seeing she normally burned the muffins. Luckily for her, she gained some tips from Ponyville's own Pinkie Pie. She gave Derpy some tips on baking muffins the "right" way.
"Success!" exclaimed Derpy at her accomplishment, smiling.
She gave her entree one last glance, then turned from the kitchen, toward Dinky's bedroom.
"Dinky, dinner's ready!" yelled Derpy.
Derpy awaited a response, but none came, which was normally not like Dinky. Dinky loved muffins, and normally was in the kitchen before the muffins were even pulled out of the oven. Derpy grew a little worried about her daughter. Her behavior may have changed, but she could never resist muffins. Derpy knew that for a fact, so she called out again.
"Dinky!" she yelled out again, only to receive no response again.
Now Derpy had really become worried, so she took matters into her own hooves. Derpy proceeded out of the kitchen, toward Dinky's bedroom. As she got closer, Derpy started to hear... moaning? Derpy's first thoughts were that Dinky had managed to sneak a colt into her bedroom without her knowing, and they were...
"Oh no!" she spoke in an intimidating voice, gripping the door handle.
Without warning, Derpy opened the door, expecting to see her daughter with a colt, but instead, it was just Dinky. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, with her right hoof positioned between her legs. Dinky was as red as a tomato, both from what she had been performing, and the embarrassment of her mother catching her in the act. Dinky's first response was a gasp, loud enough to echo throughout the room, but fell into a burst of tears from the young teenager.
Dinky buried her face in her hooves, feeling completely embarrassed and ashamed. Derpy was still a little shocked from the unexpected sight of her daughter masturbating, but quickly regained her composure, rushing to comfort her daughter. She joined her on the bed, and gently hugged her daughter, feeling Dinky bury her face into her chest. Dinky's warm tears stained Derpy's chest, but she didn't care, knowing that Dinky was embarrassed and needed comfort from someone she knew would understand. Derpy understood her daughter's current predicament completely, and just how Dinky felt right now.
Derpy rocked Dinky in her hooves, attempting to calm her down.
"It's okay, Dinky," she spoke softly.
"No it's not," replied Dinky through her sobs. "I'm dirty! I was touching myself! I should be ashamed!"
Derpy just continued to comfort her daughter, as she gave her a light kiss on the head.
"No. You're not dirty, honey," spoke Derpy, softly. "What you were doing is something that everypony does in their lives. It's nothing to be ashamed of, especially at your age."
Dinky calmed down, wiping tears from her eyes, and lifting her head away from Derpy's chest.
"Everypony?" she asked.
"Oh yes," confirmed Derpy. "Everypony has done what you were doing, even me."
Dinky looked at her mother with sad eyes, but was intrigued.
"You've done it, mom?" asked Dinky.
Derpy nodded her head.
"I was curious, just like you, and even though it may seem wrong, it's not. It's a way to relieve and pleasure yourself, until the day you meet your special somepony. What you were doing is called masturbation, honey, and trust me, you'll do it more as you get older. It's just when you do it, do it somewhere where you are not going to get caught, otherwise, it could end up much worse. You're lucky it was just me that caught you and not your classmates."
Dinky nodded her head, and turned to her mother with a curious look.
"I'm sorry, mom," Dinky confessed.
"Sweetie, there's nothing to be sorry about, " stated Derpy. "If there's anypony that should be sorry, it's me. I should've knocked, but with the way you've been acting lately, I thought that you may have sneaked a colt into the house. That's why I barged in without warning. So, I'm sorry for barging in on you, and ruining an experience that you should be able to experience."
Dinky smiled, as a way of accepting her mother's apology.
"If you ever need anypony to talk to about things like this, I'm right here, sweetie," clarified Derpy, rising from the bed, out of the bedroom.
Dinky had begun to follow, until Derpy turned around.
"What are you doing?" asked Derpy.
"Joining you for dinner," replied Dinky with a confused expression.
"Aren't you going to finish what you started?" questioned Derpy.
Dinky was surprised, as she looked her mother in the eyes.
"You're okay with that?" she questioned.
"It's something you need to experience, honey. Go ahead and have fun, there's plenty of muffins for both of us."
Dinky stood shocked, surprised that her mother was okay with her doing such an "unusual" act. Derpy closed the door tight behind her, as Dinky returned to her masturbating.
"Ok, now I think I'm supposed to put my hoof...
Dinky managed to hit a sensitive spot and moaned from the feeling, as she continued to experience her first time masturbating.
Derpy had finished eating her set of muffins by the time Dinky finally walked out her bedroom, taking a seat at the table. Dinky's mane was messy and small drops of sweat covered Dinky's forehead. It was clear to Derpy that Dinky had went full-effort with her first experience of masturbation.
"So, how was it?" asked Derpy.
Dinky grabbed a muffin with her clean hoof, and through her heavy breathing, gave an answer.
"You were right, mom," she started. "I needed that."
"I'm glad you enjoyed your first time, honey," replied Derpy.
"However, I hope you don't mind changing my sheets.. I made quite a mess...
Derpy smiled, giving her daughter an assuring look.
"I don't mind at all, considering I'm used to it. I can get quite messy myself, and at my age, it's a constant need, so I'm changing my sheets constantly."
Derpy smiled sheepishly, watching as her daughter took a bite out of her muffin.
"Love you, mom," spoke Dinky.
"Love you too, honey," she replied, knowing that the laundry schedule was going to get more cluttered on a constant basis. She didn't mind, as long as her daughter was happy.
