A sliver a light filled Apogee's vision, filtering the world beyond into a blurry distortion.

Questions swirled in her mind. Where was she and how had she gotten here? As quickly as they surfaced from the deep recesses of her subconscious, the questions, and their answers, fell into the hazy din in the back of her head.

None of it mattered. Only the serene, comforting warmth mattered, and she surrendered to it. It massaged every tired, aching muscle in her body from head to hooftips. While pleasant, it was the soft bristling which truly caught her attention. Along her spine, ever so gently, it brushed against her fur like a thousand tickling needles.

Then it moved.

With a rhythmic motion, the presence enveloped her further, then fell. A moment later and it rose again, only to fall once more. And there was something else as well... a faint tickling at her ear which matched the rhythm. With each fall of the pressure, a wave of hot air blew across her ears, playfully teasing them. She sighed with pleasure as her ear flicked against the current.

Then she noticed the weight which rested across her barrel. It lightly brushed against her fur, entwined about her body in a protective embrace. Further down was another, heavier weight which rested flat against her flanks. The comfort of their touch was a welcome respite against the breezy, cool air that threatened to sap away her body heat.

Then there were the smells.

A thick, pungent scent filled her nostrils with each breath. The texture and identity of that smell was well known to her. As she considered it, scenes played out in her mind like a silent movie: a lonely trailer which baked under the desert sun… deeper within was a cozy, messy den… and the sole occupant of it, standing proud and tall with her wings spread and her rose colored eyes staring tiredly.

Delta Vee.

Her mother had a very particular scent which she could pick out from far away. Within it there were strong hints of ash, soot, oil and carbon, the trademarks of her exhausting profession which always found their way into her fur. Then, deeper below this surface layer of opaque smells was an aroma which titillating the nose. It was that sour-sweetness which she came to recognize as 'mother'.

Apogee breathed the smell in deeply and longingly. As she did, a thousand memories flooded her, each one connected with the owner of the smell which dominated her senses. It was comforting and maternal as it brought her back to her earliest memories.

Yet something about the smell had changed. As it sat in her nostrils, her body stirred. All her extremities tingled as a roiling heat churned under the surface of her skin. Between her legs there was a wanting ache which came alive as she dwelled on the aroma. It was much more than the smell of her mother; it was the smell of a mare.

Mom smells good.

Pushing that strangely provocative thought aside, her eyes opened and she peered into the dim light of the room beyond. The intrusion of visual stimulus flooding into her brain was a shock to her system, waking her more fully. Then, like a trainwreck, the events of the previous night played out in her mind: from running away to showing up at her mom's trailer and the baring of her soul to her mother. It was a long, tiring night. The stress of it was becoming increasingly apparent in her joints.

It was going to be long day, Apogee realized.

Blinking against the darkness of her mom's room, she noticed the fur under her eyes was still crusty with tears. They had long since dried, but the faint smell of saltiness was still lingering in the air, along with many other scents which reached out from the past and grabbed hold of her. She'd been so wild, sensual and lusty. The air was quite thick with those smells too, like little post-it notes to the lurid events of the night.

Equine sense of smell had its ups and downs.

But where was her mom?

Her eyes darted about the room. The lighting was rather dim, but the slightest traces of dusky blue light poured in from the window of the room and cast long shadows over everything. It was probably around six in the morning. Six thirty tops. She wasn't late for school, though showing up for the class was the last thing on her mind.

With that burden avoided, she relaxed into the soft comfort of the bed. Though as she shifted her tired, aching body, she became aware of the weight across her chest and thigh again. She seized her stretching and pondered the origin of this warm weight which pressed against her. Carefully, she raised a forehoof to her chest and ran the underside of it along the peaceful, resting weight.

It was a hoof.

And then Apogee realized where Delta was. The enveloping warmth she felt was her mother's body wrapped around her. Between the forehoof around her chest and her mother's rear leg splayed casually across her thigh, she was peacefully captured in her mother's embrace. But when had they ended up like this? When they went to bed last night they'd each taken a 'side' of the bed. In fact, Delta was rather insistent about it. Yet somewhere between then and now the two had come together without Apogee being the wiser of it.

It was rare for Delta to share such intimacy, and Apogee failed to recall a time in the past when they'd ever been this close. This went far beyond a casual hug or laying side by side on the sofa, watching television into the wee hours of the night.

She's… holding me...

Focusing on Delta's breathing, she was fairly certain her mom was still asleep. The rise and fall of her chest against Apogee's back was shallow and steady. She probably wasn't even aware of what she was doing. Considering how easily her mother became upset, she considered waking the mare up before she discovered them in this compromised position. Then again, waking her up might be even worse. The only other option was to try and slip herself out of Delta's arms and respect her mother's personal space. As beautiful and wondrous as the experience was, she imagined her mom wouldn't be doing it if she were conscious of it. It would be wise to keep her distance and avoid the trouble.

Apogee sighed as she weighed the options, but knew she'd made up her mind before ever asking them.

Buck it.

Apogee plunged herself against her mother's body, nuzzling her back against Delta's stomach and allowing herself to be even further consumed by the warmth of the mare's sleeping body. It was wrong and stupid on so many levels, and if Delta woke up to realize what was happening she'd likely throw a fit. Whatever good might have come from last night would be ruined and her hopes of having a good morning would be dashed against the brutal rocks of reality.

But it felt so good and so right! Being surrounded by her mom's larger, mature body and her strong, feminine smell was too powerful a pleasure to willingly give up. As always, the consequences of her stupidity would have to be future Apogee's problems to deal with.

Of course, there was school to think about too. She'd have to get up eventually. But until then, why not enjoy being cuddled by her mom? Even if the mare wasn't aware of what she was doing, it was still a wonderful feeling, and she may as well get the most of it while it lasted. The chance may never come again, especially considering the events of last night. While Apogee had a sense their relationship was moving toward a better place, the hope that they'd have a more intimate relationship was unlikely.

A tight, bittersweet pain squeezed Apogee's chest the more she thought about it. Why did she have to be so dumb, lusting after things which were unreasonable and impossible? She wasn't sure, but for the moment, she was content to dream the impossible.

Sighing happily, Apogee closed her eyes and lost herself in her fantasies. Before long she was teetering on the edge of unconsciousness. With her senses dulled and her mind swimming in the sea of unrealized desires, she was all too vulnerable to the sudden, deep, bellowing sound which came from behind.

"So," Delta said in a drowsy, throaty voice, "do you intend to get your ass out of bed and go to school, or are you going to lay in bed all morning?"

Every muscle in Apogee's body seized up. Within seconds her heart was slamming in her chest and her extremities burned as adrenaline burst into her bloodstream. How long had the mare been lying here awake? Seconds? Minutes?!

"Y-You're awake?" Apogee asked, words fumbling out of her from her stupor.

Without responding right away, Delta yawned loudly. The mare's muscles tensed and relaxed as she shook off whatever weariness had taken residence in her aching bones. Then, with a steady voice that was flat and unreadable, she answered.

"Unfortunately."

But why? Apogee thought in her rising panic and confusion. Delta wasn't screaming or complaining or kicking her away like she'd imagined. What did that mean? Was her mom enjoying it as much as she was, or was she still in a morning haze, not fully realizing what she was doing?

As if to answer the flurry of questions rattling off in Apogee's head, Delta's body started to move. Like a cat waking up after a ten hour nap, Delta's legs stretched out as far as they would go, hovering inches above Apogee's body, and quivered from the flexing of her muscles. Here, at last, Apogee expected her mom to scoot away from her after the stretching had finished. Neither of them would speak of this cuddling incident ever again. Everything would go back to normal.

But then Delta defied her expectations again. Rather than awkwardly skitter away, Delta's hooves came to rest on Apogee's body again. An explosion went off somewhere in the back of her mind as she tried to process what was happening. Before she could make sense of it, Delta gave her the biggest shock yet.

A forehoof dug it's way underneath Apogee's body, pressing forward between her and the bedsheets. Her body moved of its own accord, lifting her weight from the bed just enough to permit passage of her mother's leg. As soon as it emerged, it wrapped itself around her chest and joined with its twin. A similar dance played out between their hindquarters, with both her mother's legs taking residence on either side of her own.

She was completely encircled by her mother's body now, and Delta actively squeezed them tighter. There was no way to misinterpret what was happening.

Her mom was actually cuddling her.

Convinced that she was misunderstanding her mother's intent—or perhaps having a wonderful dream—Apogee searched for explanations, but could find nothing to give reason to her mother's actions. It was far too intimate. Mothers and daughters didn't smash their hot, aroused, wet bodies together in bed...

A quick shake of her head helped to dispel the train of thought which tried to grip her. They were only cuddling. It wasn't like they were about to have sex. Un-fucking-fortunately. That was definitely a fantasy that wouldn't come true as much as she might want it to. Delta made that much clear if nothing else. Which left Apogee with only one conclusion...

Buck it.

Apogee sighed softly and allowed herself to melt into her mother's arms rather than worry over the confusing details. Delta responded to her wriggling and shifted her own weight. Both ponies writhed about as hooves awkwardly shuffled and fur bristled against fur until both had become completely comfortable. Like a mold and a cast they had found a perfect union of their bodies. After the two settled in, several minutes passed without incident.

Rarely had Apogee experienced such contentment alongside her mother. Maybe she's just cuddly in the morning, Apogee thought lazily. The number of times the two had shared a bed could be counted on a hoof or two. For all Apogee knew, this was normal behavior for the mare. And despite the fact their relationship would likely never become sexual, Apogee hoped this was a sign of things to come. It wasn't sex… but it was undoubtedly love, and that was just as rewarding.

Well, for the most part.

Ever since her recent sexual awakening, the desire to get hoofed off before school had become a frequent morning fantasy. That'd be the ultimate way to start a morning for sure, and she'd be riding on a wave of good vibes all day! But that was never going to happen. So far, she was the only willing participant of that fantasy.

"Hey," Delta said with a questioning lilt in her voice.

Apogee's heart stopped. She swallowed hard and grunted in acknowledgement of her mother's query as her nethers screamed anxiously. Surely she wasn't going to…?

"What time you suppose to be at school?"

Nope. Definitely not that. Apogee groaned and rubbed at her face. Only one answer seemed appropriate given the circumstances "Way too early?" she said with a morose sigh.

A hot waft of air snorted from her mother's nose and played over Apogee's ear. "No shit, huh?"

"Right?"

"But seriously," the mare urged.

Like most kids her age, she wasn't much for mornings. She didn't often struggle to roll out of bed, but the willingness to do so often fell somewhere on the side of 'just five more minutes'. As comfortable as she was feeling in Delta's arms, thirty minutes would be too little time to enjoy the comfort of bed and cuddling, much less five.

"Eight," Apogee said. Thinking more on it, why not hedge her bets? "... Ish…"

"Eightish," Delta replied, amusement dripping from her every syllable.

"That's my story and I'm sticking to it."

The warmth of Delta's breath spilled over her ear again as a sigh passed the mare's lips. "Come on kid. I don't want an earful of your father's insufferable whining for making you late to school."

"Well, stop being so comfy to snuggle with, then," Apogee said with a smirk. To emphasize her point, she pushed herself back against her mother, further burying herself into the cozy warmth like a pony-shaped tick.

Whether stunned into silence or resigned, Delta had no reply to offer beyond the tired, weight of the world sigh she so often gave. That suited apogee just fine, because when it came down to it, she didn't want to go to school today if she could avoid it. Her attendance was pretty decent so she could afford to skip a day once in a while. After the emotional challenges of the past day, she deserved this much needed rest.

And was it really unreasonable to enjoy the affectionate, maternal cradling of her mom for as long as she could milk it? How long would it be before they shared a moment like this again? For all she knew, it was a once in a lifetime experience and she wasn't going to give that up without a fight.

Though as seconds dragged on into a minute, no fight came. The room was silent, save for the rhythm of her mother's breathing. Apogee focused on the sound as it continued to tickle the small hairs of her ear. It was like a warm autumn breeze, dancing across the top of her head and rustling the hairs at the crown of her head.

Apogee tilted her ear toward the source of the hot, moist heat. The breathing was in a low pitch, and all along her neck its warmth spread. Was she breathing through her mouth and not her nose? Almost certainly, it seemed. And as Apogee listened intently, the weight of her mother's breathing became louder and clearer.

She was drawing nearer.

With all her attention becoming fixated on her mother, the rest of the world fell into the background. Her eyes closed so that nothing could distract her from the feeling and sensation of Delta's breathing. Soon, all she was aware of was the rise and fall of her mom's chest, each bringing a soothing wave of air which caressed her softly.

Then something touched the edge of her ear. With painfully slow and delicate care it grazed up and back down the edge of her burning flesh as another powerful cascade of breath spilled over her neck and down the front of her. Her lips, Apogee thought with surprise. Gasping quietly, she arched her back and tilted her neck, desperate for the stimulation to continue.

Oh buck, it's happening…!

Like a wild, raging fire, Apogee's body became ablaze with desire. Whatever doubt remained in her heart as to whether she desired her mother was snuffed out in an instant. No fiery passion this abrupt and powerful could be explained as platonic love. With every part of her soul she wanted to be taken by Delta right then and there; to join with her physically and do anything the mature, beautiful mare wanted of her.

Broken from the whirlwind of fantasies by further movement from her mom, Apogee moaned softly as the lips of her mother parted and took the tip of her ear between them. The small nib of earflesh became entombed in her mother's lips, and it was surprising how erotic such a simple act could be. Then something hard scraped along the fur of her ear; Delta's teeth, ready to nip her.

Then Delta bit her ear.

Hard.

In an instant Apogee was torn from the sweet, sensual embrace of her fantasy as fresh, raw pain tore through her. With hurt and betrayal she wailed, but quickly realized she had no time to dwell on her disappointment when Delta's teeth pulled her up and away.

With her body reacting on rails, Apogee jerked upright at the same time that Delta scooted off the edge of the bed. With her teeth firmly sunk into the agitated flesh of Apogee's ear, the young pegasus had no choice but to unwittingly follow along with where the teeth were leading her, helpless to resist.

Once the two were standing on all fours, Delta released her ear from its vice. While growling angrily, Apogee spun about and faced her mother while she cradled her stinging ear with a hoof. "Why did you do that?!" Apogee demanded.

After a long moment of contemplation, Delta smirked with her infuriatingly smarmy face, clearly unphased by her words. "I told you: I don't want to get an earful from your dad. If he found out I let you miss out on school because we were screwing around, I'd never hear the end of it."

Apogee wondered about her mother's choice of words. What exactly did 'screwing around' mean anyway? It certainly didn't mean actual screwing. Though for a moment, she thought they were about to. And once again, she was Equestria's biggest idiot for thinking it was going to happen. She had to stop getting her hopes up, because the let down was becoming a tax on her sanity she was unwilling to pay.

"Come on mom," she said, still rubbing the side of her head. "Can't you call dad and say I'm sick or something?"

A pair of steely, rose eyes glared back at her for daring to even suggest it. As serious as she was trying to be, seeing the comically exasperated look on her mom's face was more amusing than it ought to be. She knew she was being a cheeky bitch. Delta knew it too, and no amount of begging and pleading would be likely to change her opinion.

Before Apogee could ponder her fate further, her mother's hoof thrust toward the front of the trailer. "Get your lazy ass moving," she said, her voice more tired than anything.

Feeling the tide of inevitability crashing against her, Apogee bowed her head and trotted in the direction of the pointing hoof. As she walked past her mom, she stuck her lower lip out and feigned as much exaggerated disappointment she could muster. It wasn't going to change anything, but it felt good to be a pain in the ass.

Delta's broad smile said she was fully aware of her bullshit, though. "Move 'yer butt!" she shouted, then turned to face her before clapping a hoof square on her flank with a hard thwack.

Apogee jumped from the rough, playful slap and immediately took off through the hallway adjacent to her mom's room, giggling madly the entire way. As she passed the bathroom on her left she considered stopping to take a shower. Lifting her nose up, she sniffed at the air and was unsurprised her scent was heavy throughout the trailer.

And then there was the unmistakable smell of sex and mares which hung in the air like a sour-sweet syrup. The scent was caked into her fur and would be apparent to every pony at school. Smelling like sex was kind of neat in a way. It was like a big, neon sign that told everypony else you were getting laid and they should be jealous about it. Not that she'd get away with it considering the strict dress code and hygiene requirements of her private school.

Wait, Apogee thought as the small hamster wheel in her mind spun. Dress codes meant school outfits, which meant that… Dangit! My clothes are at home!

In her rush to get away from the condo she'd left everything but her jacket, which meant she couldn't go to school without going home first. And because of the distance her school was from home, returning for a shower and a change would almost certainly make her late.

Clutched by renewed frustration and panic, Apogee sat in the middle of the hallway and let out a groan for the ages. While she sat there and lamented the stupidity of past Apogee, Delta poked her head from around the doorway and looked down at the disheveled lump of pegasus. "Fucking hell, what is it now?"

Apogee peeked out from around the fringes of her hair and tapped her forehooves together sheepishly. "My school clothes are at home, so now I'm going to be late either way."

Cue Delta's deep, soul rattling sigh.

The sound of her mother's despair was quick to draw an apology from her. "I'm sorry! I said I wasn't thinking straight when I came over."

"You weren't kidding," Delta said as she entered the hallway.

Perhaps this could be a blessing in disguise?

While trying to look as pathetic as possible, Apogee threw herself at the tender mercies of her mother. "Seems kind of silly to bother at this point doesn't it? I'm super late now, so I could stay here instead! We could hang out and, you know… do stuff?"

While avoiding school was fun, she mostly wanted to continued exploring the budding relationship growing between them. The two of them were on the precipice of something beautiful; she could feel it deep down. If she could only have some more time alone with the mare, surely she could break through to her?

Before she could scheme any further, Apogee was shoved toward the kitchen from behind with her hooves and ass skidding along the floor tiles the whole way. She growled over her shoulder before lifting herself up and stumbling forward.

"Nice try kiddo. I know they'll give you a fresh outfit at the front desk if you ask."

"But it costs money to get replacements," Apogee said weakly.

"Yeah, and your dad is rich so who gives a shit."

So much for that idea. Breakthroughs were overrated anyway. Back to business.

UHG.

The kitchen hadn't changed since last night. In the corner, the wheezy space heater was still rumbling in fits. Ozone was heavy in the air and mixed with the always enjoyable smell of week old pizza and the sour tinge of dried beer. On the nearby chair, her coat hung where she'd left it. She preemptively ruffled her wings as she grabbed the coat and slung it around her back, carefully pressing her wings through the slits. Meanwhile, Delta maneuvered around her and went to the fridge at the far end of the room.

A whoosh of backpressure filled the small fridge unit as her mom opened the door and peeked inside. As Apogee approached for a better look, Delta stuck her hoof inside it and rummaged around. The sound of clinking bottles filled the room.

Gee, I wonder what's in there, she thought dryly.

The seemingly fruitless rummaging halted with Delta muttering under her breath. She looked back over her shoulder and asked, "You want a snack before you leave? I got some blue stuff in a container here. I think it's yoghurt."

A plastic container was pulled from the fridge and, indeed, it was surprisingly blue. A rather mottled looking blue, as though small chunks of some better-not-to-know material was floating in the goop. After a cursory glance, Apogee thought it best to take her chances with cafeteria food instead. She'd likely miss breakfast, but it wouldn't be the first time.

"N-No, I'm good, but thanks."

Delta looked between her and the container, lifted a brow and then shrugged. "Whatever." The blue mystery goop was pushed back into the fridge to be forgotten once again. Maybe in a few months Apogee could get it out of there and use it in her next biology lab.

"So," Delta said, shutting the fridge and turning back to her, "you got all your stuff?"

"Yeah, only brought my jacket with me," Apogee replied. Then, recalling something they'd talked about last night before bed, she added, "What about dad? Someone should probably call him."

Yeah, she was delaying the inevitable. But Delta was prepared for her. "I called him last night after you passed out."

Her heart sank at the news. "What? Why didn't you tell me?" she asked, unable to hide her annoyance. Scenarios of what the two might have spoken about polluted her mind. Knowing Delta, the conversation had likely been short and to the point.

"I wasn't going to wake you up for one," Delta said tersely. Her ears pinned back in a clear sign of irritation. "And for two, it's a good thing I called him when I did."

Watching as her mother's tail twitched side to side, Apogee swallowed down her frustration and pride. "What happened?" she asked cautiously.

"He was about to embarrass himself by calling the cops to report you missing."

"Shit!" Apogee shouted, "I'm such an idiot. Of course he would do that!" Why it hadn't occurred to her earlier was proof of how stupid she was. Her stomach turned while thinking about it.

"Relax," Delta said as she lifted a hoof and waved it in a placating gesture. "Like I told your father, the cops won't go lookin' for somepony until twenty four hours after they've gone missing."

"Thank goodness," the young pegasus muttered. She'd been dodging a lot of bullets lately.

"Besides, I told him you were here, so it's fine."

The sense of being betrayed tried to creep its way into Apogee's heart, but she quickly dismissed it before it could take root. It's not like she could hide where she'd been, so her mom did what had to be done. But that wasn't what worried her the most.

"So what did he say?"

Aftering a moment's hesitation, Delta gestured impatiently with a hoof. "What did he say about what?"

"What did he say about me!" Apogee shouted with hysterical urgency. After taking a calming breath, she tried to explain the root of her worry. "What did he say about me leaving? Is he still mad?"

The indifferent shrug from Delta following her question said it all, but she elaborated anyway. "Not much. He was relieved to know you're safe."

"... And?"

"You really don't know?" Delta asked. Apogee shook her head, to which Delta chuckled. She motioned with a hoof and offered Apogee to take a seat at the kitchen table.

Intrigued, but mostly worried, Apogee hopped to the cluttered table and pulled out a chair for herself and took a seat. As she got comfortable in her chair, Delta took a seat opposite hers. Impatient for her mom to continue the story, Apogee was dismayed when the older mare started rifling through the graveyard of empty cigarette packs scattered on the table surface.

"Mom?" Apogee said, leaning on her hooves across the table and begging with her eyes for her to continue.

The blue mare waved a hoof at her like she was swatting a bothersome fly out of the air, then continued her search. Just as Apogee was about to lose her mind, Delta's eyes widened in delight as she found a partially smashed cigarette and procured it from its pack. A lighter was thankfully tucked inside the cellophane sleeve of the now empty pack, so Delta took it and began the slow, tedious process of trying to coax a flame from the bone-dry tool. Apogee slapped her hooves on the table and groaned.

Delta grinned from ear to ear in response to her outburst.

After somewhere between an aeon and a millenia, a small blue flame was produced from the lighter and Delta brought it to the cigarette now dangling between her lips. After a few puffs to catch the flame, she snuffed out the lighter's tiny blaze and carelessly tossed it back onto the table.

A shiver of what Apogee discerned to be pleasure wracked her mother's body as she sucked blue smoke into her lungs and slowly exhaled it. "Apogee," Delta said with pleased smile, "never smoke. Terrible habit." Satisfied with herself, Delta sank into her chair and enjoyed her vice.

She really was unbearable.

"Mom, please," Apogee begged.

Finally ready to speak, Delta plucked the cigarette from her lips with her primary feathers and leaned closer to Apogee over the table. "I assumed you'd overhear us, considering I got into a shouting match with your father. I was sure i'd woken you up."

Apogee drew her hooves in closer toward her body and frowned. "I had no idea."

"Guess you really needed the sleep," Delta said with a shrug. "But yeah, we had a little tit for tat."

"What about?"

"The usual."

Great, Apogee thought. Now dad will be in an even worse mood when I get home. When those two fought, it was always her that suffered. The 'usual' argument was always the same. Who was the biggest asshole. Who's fault it was that her mom was living in a junkyard. Whose responsibility it was to deal with taking care of her.

Parents were really stupid sometimes.

"Cool," Apogee said as she slumped into her seat with a resigned sigh.

"Yeah," Delta replied somberly.

Apogee stewed in her misery for a while as thoughts of her father—and the terrible punishment he'd inflinct—tormented her. If there was ever any doubt that she was royally fucked, her mom had dispelled the notion. It was all so unbelievably unfair! If Jet hadn't stood her up in the first place then none of this would have happened.

Or so she kept trying to tell herself.

Perhaps sensing her distress, Delta cleared her throat and reached out with a hoof across the table and set it over the top of her own. The suddenness of the motherly touch was a shock, but a welcome one. She looked up and met her mother's concerned eyes.

Delta stroked her hoof and put on her best—if not somewhat crooked—smile. "It's not all bad kiddo," she said in-between drags of her cigarette.

"It's not?" Apogee asked with a roll of her eyes, unconvinced of her mother's words, though still glad for the soothing gesture.

"You could have been dragged back home last night," she pointed out.

Shuddering at the thought, Apogee nodded in agreement. "There's no way in Tartarus I could've dealt with that. At least he knew better than to try that."

Delta's ear gave a curious little flick as her smile widened.

"What?" Apogee asked, wondering what her mother was thinking behind that big, smug grin.

"Don't be so sure he didn't try," she said, snorting through her nose and blowing smoke around the claustrophobic little kitchen.

"Wait," Apogee said, catching her breath in her throat. "You don't mean…?"

As Delta continued explaining, the stroking of her hoof tempered Apogee against her melancholy. "He demanded I fly you back to the condo. He raved on and on about my parental duty to get you safely back home. To his home. Like mine wasn't good enough for you. Asshole."

Picking her jaw up off the floor, Apogee gushed, "Oh my gosh, I'm sorry! I didn't know you had to deal with that. How the hay did you change his mind?"

"I told him to go fuck himself."

Some things never change.

"S-Seriously?"

"Seriously," Delta said, then winked back at her. "I may have also pointed out you had a rough night, and I made it clear I wasn't going to make it worse by forcing you to go home and deal with his bitchy ass." Delta's snark toward Jet was well earned, Apogee thought. "Anyway, I also promised that I'd make sure to get you to school today." After a moment of pause, Delta added for emphasis, "On fucking time."

Ignoring the comment about school, Apogee's heart swelled and she rested her free hoof over the top of her mother's and grasped it firmly. The mare's eyes darted between the affectionate hoof sandwich and back up at her. With a subtle smile, Delta's ears fell an inch and her features softened. Words failed Apogee, but the tender joining of their hooves and the mutual affection on their faces went beyond the need of them.

Fighting back tears, Apogee rubbed her reddening, misty eyes as love for her mother overwhelmed her. Delta snubbed out the trailing end of her cigarette and stood up, with Apogee following shortly after. She took a step toward her mother, looking deeply into her eyes and getting lost within them.

"I got your back kiddo," Delta said, then stepped forward and bridged the gap between them.

A fan of blue feathers engulfed her. She was pulled her into the warmth of her mother's breast and she immediately gave herself up to it without word or question. Her eyes closed and she listened to the gentle beating of the mare's heart while the small hairs of her chest fluff tickled Apogee's nose.

"Have a good day at school sweetheart," Delta said, her warm breath stroking Apogee's ear.

"I will," she replied, nuzzling herself deeply into the musky heat of her mother's body.

The two remained this way in pleasing silence. It could have been hours or seconds; Apogee lost all sense of time. Once again she wished she could stay here with her mom. To be with her and come to know her more and experience this softer side of the mare that she so seldom shared.

Inevitably, the two pulled apart and Delta took a step back. There was a reluctance to separate, and Apogee could feel her mother's own hesitation as well. There was still joy in the older mare's life, and she was glad to be able to give her mother that joy, however briefly it might last. The ember of that mutual affection was a fragile thing, and Apogee knew she'd have to do everything she could to care for it and keep it from dying out.

Which gave Apogee a thought. A daring, absurd idea that would push the boundaries of her mother's patience more than anything else she'd done.

"Hey mom, before I go...?"

Delta's eyes narrowed down at her. Folding her hooves in front of her chest, she asked, "What the hell is it now?" Judging from the skeptical look on her face she was probably expecting Apogee to make some last, pathetic effort to avoid going to school. She had far more ambitious plans.

"I was wondering, if it's okay with you… If you don't have anything else going on…"

"Spit it out," Delta said with a fraction of the usual harshness.

With some effort, Apogee suppressed her body's sudden need to quiver. She swallowed her fear and took a shot. "Can I come over again? Like, Saturday?"

"Saturday?" Delta asked, taken back by the question entirely.

"Yeah, this Saturday. You and me! Together… doin' stuff?"

Her face was unreadable. Apart from the confusion, Apogee saw no other reaction to the proposal. As Apogee waited for a response, Delta's rose eyes got lost in the surroundings, unable to focus as she delayed answering. It didn't help that Delta was rather covetous of her weekends. Looking like she needed some incentive, Apogee put on the biggest smile she could force her muzzle into and beamed at her mother with the full force of her adorable, teenage wiles.

The mare's lips moved, mouthing replies which she couldn't commit her voice to.

Which meant it was time for the big guns. Apogee folded her ears low: she was submissive, sweet, hopeful. She drew a little circle with her hoof, tilted her head to the side, and made herself as irresistible as she knew how.

"Please?" she begged. "We'll have so much fun."

Delta exhaled slowly and rubbed the back of her neck. "You're really pushing your damn luck kid," she said slowly. Apogee's stomach turned inside out and she frowned. Delta turned away from the piteous sight and growled irritably, but Apogee's relentless, sorrowful pleading continued.

From the corner of her eye, the older mare saw Apogee's lower lip begin to quiver, which drew out of a groan of defeat from her. "Fuck," she grumbled. "Okay! Fine, fine... you can come over." Delta pressed a hoof to her temple and rubbed at it furiously.

Apogee could hardly believe her own ears. "You mean it? We can hang out?" she asked, her earlier facade of anguish being swiftly replaced by elation. It was like some kind of dream. Delta had agreed, willingly, on short notice, for a Saturday, to spend time with her. While it wasn't the first time she'd gotten her mom to agree to her coming over, getting the mare to say yes to hanging out on a weekend was unprecedented.

"If that's really how you wanna spend your weekend. Here with your mom. On a weekend, after school."

"Of course I do!" Apogee squeaked, and without further warning, she threw her arms around Delta and held her tight. The hug was weakly returned, a pale imitation of the earlier embrace they'd shared, but it was still something.

"Shouldn't you be off tryin' to get laid on the weekends?" Delta asked.

Who says I'm not? Apogee thought.

Delta continued, "... And sneaking beer into parties and being a hellish teen? Who spends their weekends with their mom?"

"I do, obviously," Apogee quipped. "Cus I'm an awesome daughter, and you're the coolest mom!"

A long, pregnant moment passed before Delta sighed and pulled Apogee in for a tighter, friendlier hug. "You're a weird one kid."

"Yup!"

That earned her a throaty chuckle from the older mare which Apogee felt more through their body contact than her ears. Like before however, the two ponies had to separate but this time is was Apogee who pulled back first.

Delta looked like she wanted to say something, but Apogee didn't want to give her mom a chance to change her mind. "Okay, I'm off to school!" she shouted happily, interrupting whatever thoughts the bemused mare might be forming. And before her mother could see it coming, she took a brave step forward and planted a kiss on the corner of her unprepared muzzle. Apogee had little time to appreciate the surprised gawk that mother gave before she turned to the door leading outside and opened it.

The cold desert air greeted the two ponies.

Apogee took a bounding leap from the doorway and landed on the soft sand outside. Chancing one last look behind her, she saw her mom standing in the doorway while holding a hoof to the side of her face. The surprise had gone from her face, replaced with something that looked like incredulous shock.

Waving a hoof to her mom one last time, Apogee offered her a sweet smile. Then, with a much lighter heart than when she'd come, Apogee gave a mighty beat of her wings and took to the frigid skies, away from the junkyard.

The air bit into her face as she gained altitude and turned toward Las Pegasus. In the distance, she could see the orange sun barely peeking over the top of the skyscrapers of the lower city and casting the town in a morning glow. Somewhere down there her father was at work, barking orders at ponies and being the big boss.

She loved her dad; she didn't relish the inevitable confrontation with him. After the events of the past night she was far more prepared to face him than when she'd stormed out of the condo. It almost seemed like an age ago with so much happening between then and now.

Were things going to be different?

How the relationship with her father might've changed she couldn't say. Time would tell, but she hoped they could go back to the way things were. Conversely, she hoped for the opposite with her mother. She'd seen a glimpse of the possibilities she could experience with her, and she was left wanting even more.

She wanted to read more playcolts together, cuddled up on the bed while tittering over secrets and fantasies. She wanted to feel her mother's arms around her, holding her close. She wanted to share love and warmth together.

Apogee couldn't go back to the Delta she knew… the colder, more indifferent Delta who barely gave her the time of day. Yet she feared that a single night couldn't change the stubborn mare either. By tomorrow it could all go back to way it always was as Delta sat in her trailer, mouldering by herself, embittered with each moment she spent in willing isolation.

But she wouldn't have to endure that for long; Apogee saw to that. With a little time and care, she could win her over. Mother and daughter together at last! They could be friends. Close friends. And maybe—against all odds and only if she's patient and cunning—something more. But that dream seemed far away now, however pleasing it might be to imagine.

Delta just didn't feel that way about her, and that was difficult to accept. But maybe...

She hoped.

Only time would tell, but she hoped.

High in the sky, above the cold desert sands, a small yellow dot vanished amongst the clouds. As the cold wind from the north blew into the doorway of her trailer, she lifted her nose and sampled it. Her daughter's smell was a ghost in the wind. She was gone now, leaving Delta alone with the lifeless, rusted hulks of the junkyard.

She stared vacantly into the vast, empty desert for a while, ruminating over the events of the past twelve hours. Frosty winds from the north buffeted against her as she sat, and she unfurled both her wings to create a shield between her and the elements. It was cold, but she paid it little mind. The absence of the little yellow bundle of life was sorely felt. Like the cold, desert wasteland beyond, there was a gray dreariness that blanketed her life once more. Far less exciting, though certainly less troublesome too.

Delta sighed into the wind, then turned toward the quiet solace of her trailer and escaped into it.

Stepping back into the kitchen, her eyes lazily surveyed the filthy, cluttered space. The morning chill sapped the strength from her legs and she sought the burning comfort of a cigarette. Her eyes were drawn to the kitchen table, but nothing was there except the carcasses of her habit which she consumed long ago. She probed the detritus with a trembling hoof, upturning crumpled packs and peeking inside to check for meager scraps of nicotine.

Finding nothing, she paced to a nearby chair and slumped her dead weight into it. There was still a faint warmth left on the seat from when she'd been sitting and shooting the breeze with Apogee. The kid was the worst kind of distraction: the kind she couldn't walk away from.

Looking back at the litter on the table, she lamented not going to the store to get more tobacco. She'd been too caught up in the aggravating antics of her sweet, adorable bitch of a kid to notice she'd run out. With every day that Apogee became closer to her, she became more convinced the feather-brained filly would be the death of her. How it was possible to both love and resent a pony so intensely was beyond her understanding.

What's that kid thinking? Delta wondered.

The things her daughter had said were shocking. Unbelievable even, but she wasn't hallucinating. It happened, and now she had to live with it. Her stomach turned in knots, prompting her to get up from her chair and wander back toward the fridge in an attempt to ignore the looming reality of what had transpired last night. Opening it, she was distraught to find it in the same sorry state as before. It was difficult to subsist on a diet of beer. The plastic container with the strange, blue goo caught her attention however. Retrieving it, she popped the lid from it and sampled it with her nose.

Like a sledgehammer slamming into her gut, Delta reeled away from the foul liquid. She pitched the container into the nearby sink and hastily fumbled to get the water running. As the pungent, moldy stuff swirled down the drain, she wondered when she'd last gone shopping for real food. It was hard to say; bar food was convenient. It was located in the same place as alcohol, which wasn't as good for the body, but certainly better for the soul. Besides, Apogee didn't come over often enough for her to be greatly concerned about the contents of her fridge.

But this left her in the same predicament as before: no cigarettes, and not even a light snack to distract her from the yellow, pegasus shaped elephant in the room. She'd have to look toward alternative solutions fight against the pounding, anxious throb that was forming in her temples. She trotted away from the sink and headed toward the hallway, muttering curses under her breath as she went. More than a few of them were leveled at Apogee.

Did she deserve that? Probably not, but it always seemed Delta was left with a pile of emotional baggage any time the bouncy pegasus was around. But in all the years she'd suffered through the filly's quirky behavior, nothing compared to the bewildering events of the prior night. The things that damn kid had said!

Delta shuddered and stepped through the hallway and into the bathroom.

Frigid water greeted her as it splashed up and soaked her pasterns. A deluge of curses exploded from her and she leapt away from the small lake which had formed on her bathroom floor. Confused and angry, a whirlwind of emotions tore through the mare and she lashed out, knocking over a dingy cup which contained her toothbrush. As it landed in the massive puddle at her hooves, she slapped a hoof to her forehead. The piping had sprung a leak yesterday. As with the cigarettes, she'd forgotten to deal with it.

Fucking Apogee!

Bile wormed its way up her throat and burned with a bitter, acrid taste on the back of her tongue. Trying to push past her rising fury, she stumbled toward the bathroom sink. Above it was a simple mirrored cabinet which she opened. With a feverish haste she poured over the contents, looking for any panacea to life's myriad pains. Even a simple aspirin would do.

But there was nothing. The cabinet shared much in common with her fridge.

Disgusted, she slammed the mirror door shut. A brittle, dry crack echoed throughout the small room in response to her senseless tantrum. Looking up, a double image of her face stared back at her from the spiderweb of new facets she'd added to the mirror.

Delta's heart clutched in her chest as she looked at herself. Burning, red eyes full of aimless fury stared back. The mare in the mirror was unrecognizable to her. What was she? Little more than a ticking time bomb, waiting for the next opportunity to explode.

She turned away from the sight and stepped back out of the bathroom, tracking small, wet hoofprints on the old, flat carpet of the hallway. To her right was her room, the one place left in the world where she cold find true peace. The welcoming familiarity of her personal space could bring her some fleeting respite.

But there was also the little blue box under her bed, calling out to her like a siren song.

Her heart skipped a beat as she considered it. Where other creature comforts had failed, it was her last resort. How long had it been since she last saw it? Several months at least. Perhaps it was time again.

With renewed urgency, she stepped through the doorway and entered the embrace of her nook. Familiar sights and smells greeted her immediately. Closing her eyes, she breathed deeply and took it all in. The sour tang of sweat was adrift in the air, flecked with a raw, salty undertone. Beneath the surface of this heady smell were a plethora of other scents ranging from the sickening sweetness of lubricant to the pungent musk of her own body – and Apogee's.

Her eyes opened and immediately fell to her bed. Amid the tousled bramble of wrinkled sheets she saw the distinct imprint of two ponies. Like a splash of cool water on a blazing summer afternoon, the fire within her veins cooled as she looked at the shape of it. Set within the womb of the larger imprint was a smaller one, nested against it.

Touching a hoof thoughtfully to her chest, she found it right that the shapes should be joined that way. As she continued staring, memories came flooding back to her. The warmth and the closeness… Apogee's body pressed against her own…

Delta gasped and shook the images from her head.

Returning to the task at hand, she trotted to the side of her bed. Her hoof stroked down the side of the soft, dingy sheets toward the treasure trove that lay beneath. Wincing from the creak in her sleepy joints, she leaned down to give herself easier access to the underside. Below the stained sheets there was an entire ecosystem of old boxes, sex toys and magazines that eked out a modest living here. One box—her wonderful, special little blue box—was set apart from the rest, further back.

A soft grunt huffed out of the aging mare as she laid on her stomach. The musty smell of mothballs hit her nose as a vortex of dust was loosed into the air from her efforts. Doing her best to ignore the stinging in her eyes from the ancient dust, she stretched her hoof into the dark depths. The tip of her hoof scraped tantalizingly along the edge of the sacred box, and in her excitement she tried to paw it toward her. Frustratingly, her hoof lost its purchase, skipping off the smooth wooden surface.

A string of obscenities punctuated her irritation before she tried again. Her muscles strained under the effort to reach and she pushed aside a dildo or two with a harsh swat to clear a path. An old bottle rolled in the way next, and after grabbing it and preparing to toss it haphazardly to a corner of her room, she paused to look at it.

"Shit," she said in surprise. That's where that bottle of rum went! A shrill, hollow laugh rumbled out of her as she turned the bottle over in her hoof and examined the brownish contents.

Wasn't that just a load of shit? And here she'd thought the Everfree (still sitting on her night stand) was the only booze in the house. Considering she had Apogee chugging that clear, bitter swill while this perfectly good bottle of alcohol was sitting right under them… what more could she do but laugh? It was either that, or she'd cry.

Life was strange. And stupid.

Delta set the bottle aside with care and reverence before returning to her agonized stretching. With a path under the bed cleared, she was able to extract the box in short order. Finally, she thought with a relieved sigh.

The small blue box wasn't ornate or particularly special looking, though she cradled it in an arm with the same care someone would a foal. It was weathered by time, frayed at the corners and covered in a thin film of dust which she swept away with her free hoof. The lid of the box was affixed by two brass hinges and at the front was a simple hook latch. Using the tip of her hoof, Delta slid the tiny latch free and slowly opened the lid, exposing the interior to the world for the first time in several months.

Everything was as she'd left it. A large assortment of knick-knacks, photographs and various illicit materials stared back up at her. The thing which she sought was tucked underneath a small sheaf of paper containing her various degrees. Carelessly shoving the documents aside, she grabbed the small pill bottle underneath and raised it up to have a look.

OxeeCotton(Hydropentanyl) - Take 1 pill every eight hours. Do not take with alcohol or other medications!

Chuckling morbidly to herself, Delta uncapped the bottle and peered inside. There were distressingly few of them left, and she didn't feel like breaking her wing again to get more. The street price on them was equally outrageous, so rationing was the only option.

Delta gingerly set down her box of memorabilia, then tapped one of the pills onto her now free hoof. There was a terrible sort of weight to it as it sat in the crease of her frog. How many times had she stared down at one of these life-destroying chunks of chemicals? Whether too many times or not nearly enough, she couldn't tell, but this was the only meager salvation she had left; a small flame to hold against the darkness which filled her life.

Delta leaned her back against the edge of the bed and let her head tilt back until she was staring up at the ceiling. She closed her eyes and sighed. Where had it all gone so wrong?

Years ago everything was simple. Back in her college days, the world was open to her, ready to bend to her will. She was brilliant. There was an adorable and dorky coltfriend to fuck her and an entire life of possibilities lay ahead of her. Nothing could stop her from achieving her dreams, save for one thing…

Lifting her head from the bed and looking down at her side, she was drawn back to the little blue box. Amidst the clutter she spotted a picture, purposefully placed in plain sight below where the pill bottle had been. On the picture was the bright, cheerful face of a young, yellow pegasus.

Her.

She was the sole reason that everything in her life had gone to shit. Like a small parasite, latching onto her teat, she sucked her dry of her ambitions and livelihood until there was nothing left. Nothing but a bottle of painkillers and a life of regret. Even now, the little filly continued to demand everything from her; being her mother, even a shitty one, wasn't enough it seemed.

Delta set her bottle of painkillers down and took the picture from the box in its place. A six year old Apogee, smiling brighter than any sun, and twice as radiant and beautiful, stared back at her. She was the cutest button of a filly that had ever been. Objectively, Delta knew it was a bunch of corny, saccharine nonsense for a mother to think that way about their child. Every mother's foal was the best foal… and yet... Delta knew it was true. Her daughter was the best filly any mother could want.

Hay, the kid put up with her somehow. That was proof enough.

"Damn you," she whispered, her eyes growing hot with tears "Damn you for being so lovable, you cute little bitch." As her vision distorted from the tears, she blinked them away and looked between the photograph and the pill.

As temptation drew her eyes toward the capsule, a little voice whispered to her, what would Apogee think?

She shouldn't have to care! The little filly's opinions were naive. Apogee, unlike her, didn't have the weight of regret pulling her down. She didn't understand what it was like to have your life pulled out from under you, leaving you with nothing. There was no way her kid could understand why she needed a little escape from the world every now and then. She was unburdened by the experience of such pain.

She didn't understand.

And it was best that she never got a chance to.

Delta bemoaned the arrival of these newfound—and greatly unwanted—sensibilities. With immense reluctance, she carefully dropped the pill back into its plastic container. With a dreadful finality, the pill clattered among the rest in the bottle. The cap for the bottle was resecured, and the drugs were placed back in her little blue box, gone, but not forgotten.

Once more, she was left with nothing. Her attention returned to the photograph, desperately seeking comfort in the gentle smile of her little filly. But as joyful and sweet as the picture was, it was only a flat, cold, lifeless substitute for the real thing. No matter how much she wanted to feel the filly's small, cute hooves wrapping around her, showing her that everything was going to be okay, it could not be. The light had gone from her life. Apogee wasn't here.

On the verge of succumbing to helplessness, Delta caught a flicker of something on the air. She wiped the drying, cold tears from her eyes with an arm and expelled a shuddering sigh as her body became still and calm once more. Lifting her nose to the air, she sniffed, searching for the musky scent that had caught her attention.

A smell, distinctly feminine and young, tickled the back of her nose.

Her daughter wasn't here physically, but the spectre of her presence still permeated the room. With nowhere else to turn to for comfort, she held onto that faint, lingering presence. It was strongest on the bed where they laid together, and Delta pushed her weary body to stand so she could examine the sheets again.

Two crescents, nestled against one another, formed a gentle curve in the mess of her bedspread. They had started sleeping under the warmth of the sheets when they went to bed, but Apogee, like herself, wasn't the type to sleep soundly. The devastation that their tossing and turning wrought on the blankets ended with them sleeping uncovered, pressed together for warmth.

But they hadn't started that way.

Earlier, waking up at the crack of dawn, cold and still achy in every joint, it was the makings of another terrible morning. But unlike every morning before, there was something different. Something exciting and new which she hadn't experienced in years: the presence of another pony she'd welcomed into her bed. And this wasn't some one-night stand that got punted from the door at the end of the night or kicked from her bed in the morning. This little pony was a welcome, comforting presence.

Delta closed her eyes and took herself back to that moment.

Her little one shivered in the cold, morning air. Her yellow fur bristled against the elements, and Delta came to her. With agonizingly slow movements she snuck across the bed to be with her.

And the young pegasus moaned softly as their bodies joined. Her smaller body is so cold… but Delta can warm her. She held her filly close, giving away her own heat willingly.

Together, with Apogee tucked safely in her arms, they laid.

Then Delta's body grew hotter and her nethers throbbed.

Apogee's ear flicked toward her, and she leaned in to sensually nip and caress it...

Pleasure and confusion rocked through Delta's body as she snapped from her reminiscing. The memory of Apogee's ear hairs teasing over her lips remained burned into her mind for several seconds. Holding onto to the thought, she crawled onto the bed after gingerly returning the picture of Apogee to its resting place. While sniffing at the air, she searched for where her daughter's smell was strongest.

The pillow. She'd been sleeping on it for most of the night.

Delta laid in the middle of the bed and reached for her daughter's pillow. Grabbing it, she brought it closer, and the smell of the young pegasus became stronger. It was thick with the scent of her tangy, sweet musk. Oil from her wings and velvety speckles of feather down lightly coated the surface of the old, beaten pillow. Delta's eyes closed and she buried her face into it, breathing deeply until nothing but the presence of her daughter occupied her senses.

A tickling warmth played across her nethers as her daughter's smell overwhelmed her.

"F-Fuck…"

Last night had nearly been more than she could bear.

The memory of Apogee's stuffed pussy being filled over and over intruded into her thoughts and fanned the growing flame of lust within her. With perfect clarity she recalled the young filly's squeals and moans of pleasure in response to the ministrations she'd provided with the sex toy.

Delta anguished at her inability to forget it. It was all so wrong, yet the naked, beautiful sensuality of Apogee's pleasure was impossible to forget. She reasoned it was only for Apogee's sake; to remove the damned COOLCO and nothing more! It wasn't her fault that her daughter took such obvious pleasure from it. Any other mare who presented themselves to her that way would have turned her on, and her daughter was a mare. A young mare, but a mare just the same. Her body was budding and maturing. It was sensual. Soft… Arousing.

Once more Delta fought against herself. You're a filthy, degenerate piece of shit! she thought bitterly, yet in spite of her own protest she breathed in the smell of her daughter from the pillow with greater urgency.

Then something touched her fiery hot nethers: her own hoof, mindlessly finding its way to her aching marehood.

No… I c-can't...

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It moved over her moistening, slick mounds, immediately sending shockwaves of repressed pleasure through her tired body. Delta gasped at the power of her own arousal. She was already soaking wet and her quivering flesh demanded satisfaction.

The culmination of her sexual frustrations came crashing down on her: her repeated attempts to quell her own need, the little bastard who denied her at the bar, and finally her own daughter. Her own daughter! With her sweet face and round, supple thighs…

Delta violently shoved the image of Apogee's young, flowering body from her mind. As her own hoof rolled feverishly across her sopping mareflesh, she frantically searched for any fantasy, any thought which could satisfy her.

She thought of stallions with massive, raging erections plowing into her. The feeling of being stretched to her limit by a thick rod of meat plunging into her hungry depths sent her mind spinning. She lost herself to the imagined sensation of being fucked against the bed as her pussy was violated by a group of stallions, using her body like a plaything. One by one they emptied themselves into her mouth and tailhole.

And then she imagined one of the stallions presenting themselves to her with his tail raised, wagging his curvy, yellow hips from side to side while her dripping vagina opened before Delta, waiting for her tongue as she…

Fuck!

Bewildered how the tantalizing imagery of her daughter could so easily infiltrate her deepest fantasies, Delta looked for something else… something closer to what her traitorous impulses wanted: Sunshine Meadows, the height of feminine sexuality.

Her pussy was perfect, and Delta had furiously rubbed herself off to the thought of the model countless times. She pictured the mare with all her perfections, imagining how good it would feel to bury her muzzle into the model's gaping, wet folds... Or to be hoofed nice and fast by her as they aggressively kissed.

A hoofjob from Sunshine Meadows would be heavenly, just as Apogee had suggested.

Delta could picture it perfectly: her daughter's overflowing nectar pouring from her young vagina as she and Sunshine Meadows used their mouths and hooves together on her and…

Delta's eyes shot open and she gasped for air. Her body was hot with carnal longing for her daughter's flesh. Resisting her desires, she pulled her hoof away from herself and immediately grunted with frustration from its absence. She knew she shouldn't—couldn't!—have these feelings about Apogee. She didn't want to hurt her little filly. She was a cruel, abusive, shitty lover. A terrible pony and a bad influence. Apogee was innocent and sweet… young and impressionable…

This was all undoubtedly true, and yet Delta couldn't shake the one errant fact that nagged in her mind. The thing which turned her argument on its head and rendered it pointless: Apogee wanted it… she wanted her.

Delta closed her eyes again, breathing deeply of Apogee's alluring smell through the pillow. The aching in her hot, burning marehood responded immediately to the heady scent, throbbing insistently in spite of her protests. Her own body exposed the hopeless fraud of her resistance, inflamed by little more than a whiff of her filly's scent. She hungered for her hoof again, and her own arousal had lost its patience with her floundering, existential crisis.

Images of her daughter filled her mind. Against her own better judgement, Delta saw her daughter not as family, but as a sensual, sexual being who desired to be with her. She was beautiful… sexy. Time had changed her from a lanky filly into a gorgeous young mare. Her body had filled out in all the best ways.

Once more, Delta returned her hoof to its rightful place between her legs. Sparks shot off in her head from the gentle brushing of it. Her body was ravenous for the attention, and the surrender of her mind to the lurid images of her own daughter intensified her arousal overwhelmingly. Throwing her head back, she let out a guttural cry while the tip of her hoof pulled her fleshy folds apart, exposing her to the cool air of the trailer. It did little to quench her lust and she paid it little heed as she continued rubbing at herself.

Her mind was drawn back the sight of Apogee's pussy being engorged by the massive silicone cock. She latched onto the thought as she rolled onto her back and spread her hind legs out to fully expose herself. Using her free hoof, she spread her lips wide open and rubbed at her overflowing slit in rapid motions with her other.

Now in a frenzy to orgasm, she recalled Apogee's titillating, pleasured moans. Imagining the wails of the young filly's simple, primal eroticism gave Delta a sick thrill and easily coaxed her sensitive little nub of flesh from within deep within her. With no thought to slow, steady build-up and pacing, she grinded the underside of her hoof against it with an aggressive pace.

"F-Fuck yes!" she shouted, letting her tongue hang loosely from the edge of her mouth while her hoof thrashed senselessly against her fleshy button. It was raw and aimless masturbation, unburdened by the need of skill and care; her staggering arousal was more than enough. With each image of Apogee she welcomed into her mind, the need to nurture her orgasm was overshadowed by the sinful, taboo thrill of her fantasy.

From deep within her, Delta could feel her orgasm rising with frightening speed. No amount of stimulation seemed to fully satiate her hungering pussy as she began bucking her hips erratically. She bounced up and down on the bed, fucking herself against her own hooves as she spat senseless curses into the room.

As her climax neared, she released one of her hooves from the demanding service of her greedy cunt and aimlessly grabbed for the pillow which contained Apogee's sharp, musky essence. Finding purchase, she brought it to her face and breathed in one final time. The smell conjured the memory of her little filly perfectly. In all her many details, Apogee was laid bare before her, and she violated the image with her mind in every beautiful and degrading way she knew how.

"Apogee!" she shouted hotly. Invoking the name of her child as she ravished her clit was enough to put her on the brink of orgasm. Balanced on the knife's edge of her climax, she gave herself completely to her shameful fantasy. "Oh yeah baby," she gasped, visualizing Apogee's tongue invading her dripping hot marehood. "Eat me! Eat mommy you f-fucking...!"

It was too much.

"AHN!"

The white hot fire of orgasm ripped through her core and came crashing down on her with violent force. She screamed silently as her legs elevated her hips toward the ceiling and her gaping pussy sucked hungrily at her hoof. The orgasm spread quickly, enveloping every muscle in her body with uncontrollable spasms which sent her wings flaring out from under her arched back.

For a while, she gave herself to the joy and warmth which flooded her body and knew only happiness. She was safe within the embrace of her climax, riding out each wave of it with a smile on her lips, unaffected by the harshness of the world around her. It was her perfectly little moment in time which no bad thought could take away. In here, the desire to become one with Apogee was a wonderful, if not fleeting, delusion.

After days of pent up sexual anger and bitter, cold disappointment, Delta collapsed onto the sheets with an airy whump and sighed with contentment. She rode on the waves of the breathtakingly powerful orgasm and savored every last twitch and spasm until she at last came to rest.

Staring up at the ceiling, her mind buzzing with neurochemicals and bliss, she muttered, "I needed that." The feeling of satisfaction lasted for several minutes, and Delta eventually closed her eyes and basked in the warmth of her bed and the lingering smell of her daughter.

As she thought about the yellow pegasus more, a pang of sadness crept into her heart. A faint tingling ran down her chest: the echo of her daughter's presence when they were pressed together, chest to back. Longing for that simple touch again, Delta rolled onto her side and looked at the pillow which smelled wonderfully of her little filly. For less raunchy reasons than before, she grabbed the pillow and pressed it against herself.

Closing her eyes, she wrapped her body around it and spooned it lovingly, as though it were the pony she wished it could be. It was a sad replacement for the filly it carried the scent of, but it brought her comfort all the same. If she thought about it hard enough, she could almost imagine herself being transported back.

They were laying together, drowsy and warm. She could remember the taste of Apogee's ear when she'd tenderly nibbled on it. The way her little filly arched her back and her head leaned toward her, begging her to give them what they both so obviously desired.

Delta slapped her forehead and groaned. I should've let her skip school, she thought.

But it was too late, and Apogee thought she didn't want anything to do with her; at least, not in a sexual way. And in truth, at the time, Delta almost meant it when she told her that. But deep down, she knew it wasn't really true. She did desire Apogee that way, but like a fool she threw away the chance to tell her when it would have been easiest for them both.

But it could never be. Apogee was her daughter, and far too young besides.

So what? a little voice said from the depths of her mind.

Delta groaned and rubbed at her tried, weary eyes. Truthfully, the legality of it hardly mattered. She'd done far worse things in her life. But she was a terrible influence, and the thought of possibly hurting her kid, even if her intentions came from a place of love (as well as lust), ruined the simplicity of their desires.

Yet the thought of being with her would not go away.

Delta sighed, staring up at the ceiling as she laid in her fluids, still high from her sick, mindless orgasm. "What are we doing, kiddo?" she asked.

She didn't know, but they'd see where this train was taking them soon enough. She hoped it would take them somewhere better.

She didn't know, but she hoped.

Author's Note

This took a while to complete mostly because I tried writing several other projects before it, then ultimately settling on doing this instead.

And yes... I realize that this chapter might be seen as a cop-out considering the previous chapter... that's fair, if you do. But if I'm honest, I felt like ch4 was also a cop-out. Not because I thought it was bad or couldn't stand on its own, but because I didn't deliver on the idea I originally had in my head. Partly I ended that chapter as I did because my feelings on how the night should conclude had changed... I didn't think Delta would go through with it. I still feel that way.

BUT, that doesn't mean she was completely disinterested. Or that she wouldn't do it some time later perhaps, after she'd had a chance to sort through her own feelings.

So that is why I consider ch4 a delay, rather than a conclusion.

Part of that is my insistence on 'realism' in my stories. I really didn't want to write the two screwing in ch4 because it just didn't feel right to me, but at the same time, I still wanted to make this an incest story too.

I shoulda just said it was a delay earlier rather than resigning myself to capping the story off early with a different ending. Obviously, I changed my mind about that. Sorry.

Anyway, hopefully everyone likes this chapter either way. Returning back to Delta's PoV for a brief scene was refreshing to write. And in doing so, I was able to leverage Delta's sexual nature to provide a little smut for the fic, too.

Anyway you let me know what you think about the bait and switch if you like. Thanks for reading.