6

Twilight Sparkle looked herself in the mirror, hoping something positive would shine through; but as she soon discovered, each passing second seemed to add more distaste to her opinion. She appeared awful, tired, disgusted, and utterly humiliated after that evening’s debacle. No matter what she thought she could do to dismiss the earlier events, the fact would always remain. Twilight’s first impression on her mother was crying at her hooves in front of a large crowd of high-class ponies. No matter how many times she reassured herself, “It could’ve been worse,” she simply couldn’t ignore her faults. Twilight wiped a loose strand of hair from her face; she was miserable. It was as if she’d been left on the curb waiting out the rain with nopony to shelter her. She felt like a dog that spent too much time in the mud and was now trying to overcome an illness. From the very beginning, Twilight was certain she was a step ahead of everything; but as she reflected on the evening’s events, she was far behind. “Stupid ribbon,” She tore the dash of red color from her head, throwing it the carpet in disgust. Even the smallest things were beginning to bug her.

Her mother had been generous enough to provide a couple nights at a hotel. They each had their own rooms; and upon arriving, she could see that, they too, were in high fashion. Elaborate crown molding lined the walls as bright orange spot lights dotted the ceiling. Though the carpet wasn’t too much to glamour over, the rest of the interior design was spot on. Doors and their frames were made from a stained oak, making for a deep, earthy red in color. Beds were decorated with elegant swirls and sometimes featured murals on the headboards. In the lobby, she could recall, a grand chandelier welcomed their guests, shimmering with the light of diamonds.

Since arriving at the hotel, Twilight couldn’t help but feel out of place. Everywhere she looked, she could see ponies accompanied by their loved ones, each of them wearing fancy attire boasting more zeros than Celestia’s crown. Everypony walked in pairs, as did she and her mother. Traveling to the hotel from the restaurant was not an eventful task; but as she played through the images, Twilight could sense a moment where there seemed to be nothing else that mattered.

The two didn’t talk much after the conflict in the restaurant, but they’d continued to keep each other’s company despite the differences. As they departed, Velvet, her mother, had kept a keen eye on her. Twilight was still shell-shocked by the whole breakdown; but when her mother wrapped a hoof around her daughter, Twilight began to embrace the warmth accompanied with it. There was a time when she leaned her head against Velvet’s, but she didn’t back off or gawk or do anything. She simply smiled and continued to gently pet her, holding her closer than any other pony had before. Twilight’s heart fluttered as the two walked into the hotel lobby, not breaking the contact that’d been established a mere five minutes prior. She didn’t want to stop; Twilight insisted the two stay paired until the end of the evening. But as hotel lobby couples began to stare, Twilight retreated, knowing her stance on the matter. Velvet hummed to herself, engaging in a chat with the information mare holding her reservation.

“I have a two-room reservation under the name, ‘Velvet’,” she spoke with the same deep tone as earlier in the restaurant. The lobby mare smiled and pulled two keys from the back, wishing her a pleasant stay. Then Velvet turned to her alicorn daughter, smiled, and once again wrapped an arm over her. The two were conjoined for a second time.

Twilight sighed as she paced about her room; the replay of everything leading up to that moment did no less than haunt her. She wanted to talk to her mother, say something to hopefully ease her subconscious about dinner. She wanted to ask forgiveness, but the more she thought about it, the more she couldn’t resist. Of all things she really wanted, she wanted to return to the loving comfort her mother provided. She wanted to continue what she started; she wanted Velvet for herself. “What am I thinking?” Twilight slammed her hooves against the vanity, pounding the reflected image of herself as she watched it smile. She knew what she wanted, but over and over again, she wished to deny it, “That’s so absurd. There was nothing there. There was nothing between us!” Twilight growled, tossing her saddlebag from one end of the room to the other. “It’s over, Twilight,” She confronted herself, “It’s all over. End of discussion, there was nothing to speak of, and now there’s nothing to think of.” Twilight held an imaginary key and threw it across the room. Twilight shook her head, “There’s no reason to apologize. I was right, after all. She was the one who hasn’t been in my life, why should I have feelings for her if that’s the case? Why would I have feelings for her to begin with? She’s my mother! That’s absurd. I’m absurd! I have a stomach ache.” Twilight fell to the floor, clutching her stomach. Ideas of forgiveness and an everlasting grudge orbited her concept of romantic tensions. It’d been so long since she’d felt that way about anypony; she couldn’t just shrug it off. But, she couldn’t accept it either, more or less because the entire concept is ridiculous. Twilight took a deep breath, but breaking under the pressure of an upset stomach. “Perhaps it’d be best if she apologized. Maybe . . . it’ll make everything better. Maybe . . . we’ll get along and I can ignore this . . . development.” Twilight stood on her hoof, just in time to catch the knocking door.

“Twilight? Twilight, are you in there?” A voice arose from her room’s door; it could be nopony other than her mother. Twilight panicked, quickly checking her hair, her muzzle, any makeup that might have rubbed off on her.

“Yeah, just a second!” She hastily grabbed the door, nearly missing a step and falling flat on her face in the process. Twilight opened the door to find a powder-white mare waiting at the entrance.

“Hey, I was hoping we could talk a bit,” Velvet’s eyes fell down, “About . . . well, you know.” She was wearing a sheer white nightgown laced with a fine gold trim and her face remained perfect, almost as if she never wore makeup to begin with. Her hooves boasted a fuzzy pair of striped snow and violet socks that reached her thighs, but she stood with confidence. It appeared obvious to Twilight she’d lowered some kind of defense, she seemed sincere and upset. Though Twilight’s internal voice was screaming at her to hurry up and welcome her, Twilight hesitated, awestruck by the turn of events. “I-If you’re too busy, I could come back later. Maybe this was a bad idea,” she trailed off, “It’s late, I guess I should’ve considered that. We’ll talk in the morning.”

“No, no, it’s okay!” Twilight let out a broad hoof, “It’s fine, I wanted to say something too.” Velvet slowly trotted into the hotel room; though she looked as emotionally compromised as Twilight, her gait remained a staple of her elegance. “I’ll go first, if you want.”

Velvet shook her head, “No, that’s fine. I think I should.” When Twilight closed the door, her mother pressed a heated hoof on her daughter’s cheek, “I shouldn’t have dug so deep at the dinner. I know it was supposed to be a casual get together; I didn’t mean for you to feel so out of touch.” Velvet took a step back, “And, I know your sexual experience is none of my business. I was just trying to start a good conversation. I’ve always known you to be as beautiful as a flower in spring; I thought you’d be all the more welcoming to the topic, but I never meant for it to be a competition between us.”

Twilight smiled, touching her cheek for her mother’s warmth still lingered. “I’m sorry too, mom.” She began, “I didn’t mean to turn it into a competition as well. I thought you were just trying to get more information; I didn’t know what your motives were. I don’t know why I found you so hostile. I guess it was because I hadn’t heard from you in a while, I suppose it caught me off guard. I’m sorry for breaking down on you; I don’t usually do that, but I’m sure Spike has some stories. Anyway, I’m glad I could say something, it’s been bugging me all night.”

“Yeah, me too,” The corners of her mother’s lips folded up, revealing the same perfect smile as before. With one swift move, Twilight’s mother embraced her daughter. Her gentle grasp was as warm as it could be, like sleeping by a fire on a cold winter night. Twilight began to wonder how else she could obtain such a pleasant experience; Twilight pecked at her mother’s neck, hoping she wouldn’t mind.

“Twilight, I’m so sorry this had to end the way it did,” Velvet continued, not seeming to even notice Twilight’s advancement, “It’s a shame things couldn’t have gone the way I’d hoped.”

“Mhmm,” Twilight continued her crusade, rubbing her cheek against the soft mare’s own. Before long, Twilight could feel her mother’s grasp loosen; in an instant, Twilight had to react with something. She’d become addicted to whatever feeling came with her mother and she didn’t want to leave now.

“Well, Twilight, I best be go- Mmm~?”

Before she’d realized what had been done, Twilight had fully committed to her act. In a fifth-floor hotel room in Canterlot at the dead of night, Twilight Sparkle managed to find her lips interlocking with her mother’s. Her eyes were closed, but she didn’t want to imagine the look her mother was giving her. It was all too good to pass up, she concluded, thus, she would take advantage of all she could while the moment was hot. In the heat of things, Twilight could almost feel herself turning her head, hoping for a deeper kiss. However, as the rush of adrenaline took its leave, Twilight began to touch down to the earth, pushing herself away from the mare in her arms. Gasping and afraid, she blurted whatever her mouth would allow. “Oh my Celestia, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me . . . there was this feeling and I didn’t think it’d come back . . . I wasn’t sure if I could ever tell you or if I’d ever return, so I just kept going and now we’re here and . . . oh my goodness, I’m so sorry, mom!”

Twilight Velvet pressed a hoof on her lips, tracing the places her daughter’s had been. It was true, the whole scenario had taken her aback; but having been without a sexual partner in so long, if not for Twilight’s obtuse reactions, she would’ve considered letting her daughter continue. For if it was one noteworthy thing to take from the evening, it was that her daughter was a good kisser and a bad liar. As her hoof reached the opposite end of her lip, Velvet weighed her options. Based on the violet mare’s expression, in panic, on the floor, and with tears budding in her eyes: she could be the one re-initiate the kiss; but would it be right? Twilight Sparkle appeared helpless in the situation, as if she’d committed an unspeakable crime. To some households, it would definitely seem that way; but seeing how the times in Equestria were changing for the worst, would there ever be a second chance for her?

Twilight Velvet’s husband left in spite. The two had been living alone ever since Twilight left for magic school and her brother became head of the royal guard; things were slow in the household. At first, all was fine, she and her husband would chat, make a few jokes, then go to bed and wait for the next day. Her husband was always good at making the breakfast for if she ever woke up late, and in turn, she’d see him off for work an hour later. He always worked late, but she liked staying up for him, for she knew his job was hard. Then, by the third month away from both of their children, she noticed her husband’s schedule had become warped. Instead of coming home at the usual 10 pm, she’d find him staggering into the front door by 11 or 12. When confronting him about the change in an otherwise stable schedule, he simply nodded it off with a casual, “it got busy in the office yesterday.” However, it wasn’t until Hearth’s Warming Eve that same year, when Velvet began to feel the true impact of a broken marriage. Her husband returned even later than usual, finding himself wrapped in his blankets by 2 in the morning. For the first time, Velvet didn’t wait up for him and found it hard to sleep, but as her husband rolled into bed, she could smell the poison stench from his breath, the potent vapor he exhaled caused by only one real source. In the morning, she packed his things, finding a letter from a “co-worker”. It appeared harmless enough, but no employee would ever sign their name next to a kiss. Distraught, she confronted him about it, but he refused to justify it. Instead, he simply left, leaving her alone for the next few years. Since then, Velvet found herself a new life through involvement. She joined a book club and refreshed her studies. She went through Twilight’s room and reminisced about old times she’d wished she had while her daughter was still young. Twilight Velvet began to pay attention to the news, keeping an eye on anything that involved her son, Shining Armor. Regardless of how it all ended, Velvet knew her husband would return eventually; and when he did, she’d be waiting, with more than enough stories to tell. Her romance was born from an argument, and no matter how many more would arise, she knew they’d be able to get through it.

Twilight Velvet took note of her daughter’s affection, and regardless of how many faults she found within her own judgment, it was something she’d have to pass herself. “Twilight,” She spoke up at last, noticing a single tear run down the young mare’s face; Velvet lowered herself to her daughter’s level and gave the mare the kiss she had went so far to get. Twilight, in shock and awe, closed her eyes as she herself never thought something so far off plan could be so wonderful. Twilight reached over her mother and brought her closer, forcing the elegant mare to a dirty tumble; the pressure of Velvet’s body over her own was enough to die for.

“Mom, this is . . .,” Twilight stammered between kisses.

“I know; please, call me Velvet,” Her mother attempted to silence her daughter, turning her head to intensify the moment. Their tongues crossed like swords, but swam together like the dolphins in the sea. Twilight struggled to speak between breaths and only managed to spit out few syllables before being overpowered by the wave of emotions crashing down on her and drowning the young mare in ecstasy.

“V-Velvet, I~,” calling her mother by her surname felt foreign to her, but still, in the power of the moment, it only seemed right. Twilight opened her eyes to find her mother in just as much of a trance as she was. The perfection she boasted as she walked, the grace she composed as she conversed, and the lust that radiated from her voice as she spoke, it had all broken under the wave; Twilight could see now her mother in a raw form. Her eyelids could not carry the burden she’d been put under, her cheeks were stained red with the color of a thousand pomegranates, and her eyes, as deep as the ocean, now seemed as shallow as a puddle on the road. Velvet seemed moldable and only operated on pure instinct, as power-driven as it may have been.

“Twilight,” Velvet dove into another kiss, but her hooves seemed to wander elsewhere. Once pinning Twilight down to the carpet, as though acting on their own, Velvet’s hooves descended down the alicorn’s torso, brushing past her wings and gently groping her rear. Twilight squinted as this welcome touch proceeded to make the advancements she’d secretly hoped for. Twilight attempted to roll over, hoping to be the one to pin her mother, but she found the rear-squeezing culprits to be faster than she thought. “You’re not going anywhere,” Velvet grinned, breaking from the kiss to deny her daughter’s wishes. Battling with the overwhelming emotions, Twilight didn’t find herself in a position to argue; she nodded, left only with the strength to nod and surrender, for at her hooves was an immeasurable puddle of fluids and atop her the mare in charge.

Twilight Sparkle’s wings were fully erect since the moment she’d decided to kiss her mother, but as the scene progressed, she could feel them throbbing, begging for release of some sort. Never before had Twilight experienced such a phenomena, but now that Velvet, pinning her down against a hotel mattress, wrapped in a number of blankets, had found the key to her everlasting lust, the answer to solving her newfound issue may be closer than she thought. As Velvet dug into her daughter’s neck, Twilight reached up, nibbling cautiously on the unicorn’s ear. It was soft and well pampered, as expected, but unfortunately wouldn’t be finding any other uses than spotting out the moans, screams, and occasional yelps for the rest of the evening. Velvet’s hoof once again ventured toward Twilight’s southern border as she tickled the throbbing red berry that awaited her on the other side. Twilight flexed reactively, but her mother had no intentions of halting the stimuli. At first, it was a quick dabble, a gentle tap to see just how sensitive her daughter was, but as Velvet’s hoof lowered to the general area, she could feel exactly how excited her daughter was. With that, she ignited her horn, taking a firm grip on Twilight’s clitoris, signaling a “yelp!” from the receiving party.

“C-Careful down there~,” Twilight whimpered, uncomfortable by the assertion, “I’m already wet enough as it is. . .” Velvet took notice to the grand amount of liquids that had already begun collecting in the sheets, a combination of both their juices, but Velvet was a professional at making her contributions minimal. She chuckled; taking advantage of the small window of opportunity, Twilight licked Velvet’s cheek, feeling the gentle textures of her mother’s skin against her tongue.

“Y’know, Twilight,” Velvet chuckled, the shine of her daughter’s kiss reflecting from her cheek. “I think you give me too much of a hard time; just because I’m an older mare doesn’t mean I don’t know young tricks.” The air held a note of uncertainty for Twilight Sparkle, pinned to a hotel bed with a clashing desire greater than that of the ocean’s waves. She perked up, but was swiftly denied. “I remember this one night in college, a couple of friends and I decided to dig into a few spells buried in the back of the campus library,” her horn illuminated a bright blue color as a bright spark ignited from her crotch. It looked as if it were on fire, and had the situation been any different, Twilight would’ve notified the towering mare. “we found this one spell that we all raved about for months.” The glow grew closer, focusing, and assembling into an organized structure. Before her very eyes, Twilight witnessed the creation of flesh and magic; a stream of energy igniting from her horn, travelling through her body like veins of illuminated platinum. It started from the base, small blood vessels grew into larger ones, followed by a casing of hard skin. From there, it towered with more layers than she could count. It kept growing, like a tree born in a meadow. Once the light-show had concluded, Twilight faced her greatest challenge of the evening: a bold, violet cock as solid as stone, and as eager as its bearer. It had a face flat like a stallion’s, yet it had an inherent curvature that seemed to be implemented on purpose. The color was only fitting for pecker, perched elegantly above the mare’s own gash; a pair of impressively sized testes dangled heavily, curtaining her marehood. “Impressive, hm?” Twilight eyed the beast as it stared back with its one intimidating eye, already leaking some kind of half-baked semen. “I can’t wait to see your face when it’s so deep inside you.” Her mother had a veil of lust and excitement Twilight couldn’t match. Without warning, Velvet pressed the head of the cock against Twilight’s vagina.

“Careful with that!” Twilight squealed, her poor cunt hardly making an effort to compensate for the thing.

“Oh, don’t worry, it’ll fit just fine!” Velvet persisted, squeezing its girth into the tiny gap, “I’ve seen stallions twice this size.” An image of Applejack came to mind; how did she do it? Both the mares began to grunt as Twilight’s stubborn mother reassured her daughter. Twilight Sparkle, in near tears, stretched her hind leg to either side, hoping to contribute to her role model’s endeavor. Finally, with much effort, sweat, and moans, the head of Velvet’s massive shaft popped into the mare’s pussy, a small lining of blood rimmed the crown. With one quick swoop, Velvet pushed herself into the mare’s body, finding it much easier now that the head was shaping the way. Twilight wouldn’t be able to say the same; she was speechless, gripping the sheets as furiously as possible, trying everything in her might to endure the pain of entry as well as the rapid progression her mother insisted was beneficial. Her head fell light as small droplets budded at the corners of the mare’s vibrant, violet eyes.

“It’s not going to fit, it’s not going to fit, it’s not going to fit, it’s not going to fit, it’s not going to fit,” Twilight gasped with every breath and with every inch of progress. Of the massive eight, there were four to go and a speed bump along the way. Twilight screamed without restraint. The rose blush that stained her cheeks were contagious. The flare in her mother’s eyes refused to die down. And the cock, burning her insides, managed to tunnel to the base. Twilight, in shock and horror, came to the realization that within her orifice, a massive, eight-inch hunk of meat stretched her hole. Her mother had dug deep inside her; there was no backing off now. Without a word, Velvet began to withdraw, only to return in entry, each time pressing against her daughter with more force than the last. At first it was easy to take (for as easy as eight inches gets), but began to demand more and more from the alicorn mare. Within her unders, a monster rolled, pulling back and forth from inside her. Her mouth drooled without reason; and her mother, who’s eyes glowed brighter every step of the way, was in love with the process. Her head swung back as she thrusted faster and faster into her daughter’s virgin cunt. A little blood wouldn’t bother her, not when she was in control. Who would’ve known burrowing deep inside her daughter could be the best activity in her life? The way her flesh rubbed with Velvet’s and the sensations accompanied with it, it was surreal and beyond pleasurable. It was heavenly. Tight to the point of near discomfort, yet it were the howls that added to the lust and passion. The expression the pinned down alicorn made was priceless. Such a beautiful portrait of excellency, skewed by deep, internal love that’d managed to rot her to the core. Her mane was a mess, her hooves occupied with both the burning clitoris and the white sheets, soon to be stained with a particular scent. Her pampered hooves, touched with perfection, dangled and kicked in the air the faster she strode. Those rear cheeks, once presenting a mark of pride hailed from all branches of their family, now carried a red tarnish matching her lover’s hips. The royal pussy, once sealed like a zipper, had become stretched to the size of a tennis ball. Her body, molded and clean, displayed a bulge along her lower abdomen that vanished and reanimated at will. It was a deep bulge, monstrously deep and dangerous, yet she loved every second of it. And based on the scarlet face of her alicorn daughter, she loved it as well. As soon as she could find the words, Velvet was certain a “thanks” was in order.

The clack of flesh on flesh livened the hotel room. The wails from beyond the wood door added color to the hallways. Unrelenting and unrestrained, Twilight cried, taking her mother in full was not an easy task. “Tell me how much you love this,” Velvet huffed, working harder as her daughter’s lack of response continued, “Oh come on, baby~, you know you like this.” Twilight peered at her mother through squinting eyes, unable to mutter any sign of compliance. Rather, she breathed a series of faint wails spoke under her breath. “Aahng!” Velvet cried as the cock grew harder with peaking. Twilight’s wheezes stopped for a moment as she realized what was going on mere milliseconds before the happening. In an instant, a weighty, warm, viscous liquid shot from Velvet. Seed, Twilight’s sex-intoxicated mind recalled. She howled once again as the liquid breached her cervix, overflowing from out her vagina. Then Velvet let out a lengthy expiration, withdrawing the device from her daughter, a gaping crevasse left from her daughter’s genitals along with a downstream of a pearly white liquid, seeping without end. Lacking explanation or time to breathe, Velvet climbed atop her daughter and watched the violet alicorn scarf down the eight inches of meat, swallowing it flawlessly. “You’re even better at this than I!” Velvet remarked, discovering a sense of pride in her daughter’s ability to flawlessly deep throat abnormally large cocks. “Are you sure you’re a virgin?” When the part was pulled from the depths of her esophagus, Twilight Sparkle climbed for air. Cum dripped from the tip of the purple beast, streamers teasing the alicorn mare. But, as quickly as it’d come, the cock disassembled in fibrous strands, blowing away in the wind effectively, but painlessly. Twilight’s eyes widened throughout the process, but more so because of her mother, towering over her with her next great leap. “Hungry?” Her mother laughed, finding Twilight’s controlled responses rather pathetic considering the turn of events she deemed “definitely in her favor”, “I’ve got something you might recognize~”

Velvet stood on the bed, exposing her lower-abdomen, featuring all-but-humble breasts plump and ready to be suckled. She didn’t wait for permission; as soon as Velvet presented her gifts, Twilight dove in, grabbing hold of her mother’s tit, and suckling it like a baby, kissing it tenderly with all the compassion in the world. Though the moment could’ve been nostalgic for Velvet, this time she was making all the noise. “Aaah~,” She whinnied, “Now- mmm~ you keep that up~” Velvet began to make use of her strong grip on Twilight’s genitalia, vibrating the nub slowly at first; but as Twilight began to be more aggressive, so did she, nearly pinching the throbbing clitoris until Twilight moaned aloud. Once Velvet could bear no more, without warning, she turned around and raised her rear onto the young alicorn’s face, calling out her name as Twilight’s muzzle ventured deeper into her mother’s vagina. “Oh, Twilight,” she called out, grinding her posterior rough against the mare as her tongue became part of the equation. Velvet began to feel herself become wrapped up in the whole situation. She could feel her daughter’s tongue move inside her, left to right, cleaning the walls of her vagina as she passed. Her muzzle, though it was a tight fit, only proved to stretch her insides; Velvet finally reached her breaking point, falling into a pair of Twilight’s own, well-developed tits, where she found comfort in nibbling an alicorn’s erected nipples. With every half-inch Twilight dug deeper into her mother’s vagina, Velvet could feel her insides closing up, collapsing from shock. The powdered-white mare wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead as she once again ignited the blue-glow from her horn and targeted her daughter’s own entry. “I’ve got a surprise for you, dear~,” Velvet ignored the murmuring from behind her. With one carefully recited spell, Velvet conjured a bright-blue dildo made entirely of focused magic. Peering behind her, Velvet’s daughter hadn’t noticed the object, as her senses tended greater matters. Without warning and with a single, progressive motion, Velvet lodged the object deep within her daughter’s anus, spreading her open faster than she could react. When she did, however, it came with a gasp and a scream: the sounds of success to the dominant party.

“V-Velv~et!” Twilight cried as the object spelunked deeper within her colon, managing to grow longer in size by the distance traveled, “I-I can’t do this! Th-This is too much!” Twilight spoke out, her words instantly overruled by the shining blue dildo. A tail raised before her eyes, introducing Velvet’s deliciously swollen anus.

“Shut up and dig in,” she chuckled, returning to the business of entertaining her daughter’s underutilized sex.

Twilight squinted her eyes as the object within her continued its exploration, finally stopping at the peak of her ascending colon, only to change into a vibrator of seismic abilities. Hesitantly, whilst juggling the pressure of having a tongue in her vagina, a toy the size of her large intestines mutilating her insides, and her mother’s ass presented in bold color before her very eyes, Twilight poked her tongue out to trace the textured rim of Velvet’s anus. Teasingly, Velvet flexed it, again inviting her daughter to explore the regions of her body once forbidden. Conjuring whatever magic she had left, Twilight stretched her mother’s anus to either side, inserting her tongue to clean it, discovering the satisfaction of hearing her mother moan.

“D-Do think you can handle this?” Velvet spotted her daughter’s miserable expression. She was sweating profusely, having been barely able to keep up with her mother’s teasing; among other things, Twilight was clearly struggling to manage the magic dildo that caved her insides. Still, drenched in fluids and breathing the savory scent that they both produced, Velvet remained determined to push her daughter to the limits.

“Ready?” Velvet panted, a wide, mischievous smile creeping across her face. She halted the dildo, vanishing in mid-air, leaving Twilight’s insides a gaping mess. Nevertheless, it did little change the fact that Twilight was doing all she could to raise a brow, anything to express confusion other than the proposed:

“Huh?”

Like the sound of the bell, Twilight had initiated the most mind-numbingly intense form of lovemaking she’d ever experienced. Despite the dildos and tongue action she and her mother had played with, nothing could compare to the sheer voltage Velvet’s “new trick” provided.

“I learned this one in college,” She explained, watching as her daughter’s mouth shot open. Velvet beamed a bright blue light toward her daughter’s vagina, near blinding Twilight with a shell-shocking amount of ecstasy. It was as if her entire body was vibrating, breaking up nerves in every muscle group, yet, she was not in pain. Instead, every millisecond offered a head rush the size of a tidal wave, using every last unit of energy she had within her body, be it magic or natural strength, and converting it into copious amounts of raw, unadulterated pleasure. Had she been able to think, she would’ve assumed herself fallen dead by her mother.

Author's Note

Apologies for the long wait; a new cover to match the change in this fiction's tone is in order.

-R.Publishing