Kettle Corn was playing with her toys in her room when she heard her Mother call her name. Her Father, an important business pony, was bound to leave any minute, so this must have been her cue to say goodbye. Quickly packing up her toys into a trunk on one side of the room, she scurried down the hall to the kitchen, where Mom and Dad were waiting. Dad was all trussed up in his suit jacket and a tie, with his briefcase sitting on the floor next to him. They stopped talking as she entered the room, and he knelt to give his daughter a hug.
"Good luck on your trip!" Kettle chimed, squeezing her forelegs around his neck in a warm embrace. "Bring me back a souvenir, okay?" She grinned at him and he pecked her on the forehead.
"Of course, darling. I always do." He gave her a ruffle of her curly mane before kissing his wife goodbye. Kettle Corn followed him to the front door, waving goodbye as he walked down the street in the direction of the train station. Kettle had always wanted to see the world outside Ponyville, but whenever she'd asked to accompany him, he'd politely declined. She stood in the doorway, watching and waving until he turned a corner at the end of the street. She'd almost zoned out, her mind deep in thought about what it would be like to travel, when her mother called her name from behind her.
"Kettle, dear. Come back inside." There was a certain tone to her voice that was unusual, one that she couldn't quite place but seemed oddly familiar. She was quieter, dragging out her sentence as if to hint there was something below the surface.
The filly shut the door and trotted back inside to the sound of the voice calling her name from the living room. Her mother was waiting on the sofa, her eyes half-lidded, and a small wrapped gift on the coffee table in front of her. Scampering over, Kettle inspected it with wide eyes.
"Is that for me?" She exclaimed, reaching out to pick it up. Her mother smiled and nodded, gently taking the box in her magical aura and setting it back down. Kettle felt a tinge of jealousy that her mother was a unicorn, but those genes hadn't pass down to her.
"M-hm." Her mother spoke quietly, patting a spot on the sofa. Kettle eagerly climbed up next to her, tail swishing in excitement. It wasn't even her birthday, and she was getting a present?
"Since you've been such a good filly lately, I thought you deserved it," her Mother said, "but it's a special gift. I'll let you open it soon enough." She cracked a smile and reached out to stroke Kettle's mane. The filly couldn't help but smile back, wiggling a little closer.
"When can I open it, Mom?" She asked eagerly, excitement in her eyes. This earned a chuckle from the mare, who removed her hoof.
"Hmm...Soon enough. Why don't we start with something else first. Do you remember what I taught you about kissing?" Her eyes took on a sultry gaze and Kettle blushed, nodding rapidly. "Show me, Princess." She encouraged.
Kettle Corn shifted forward again, her mind thinking of that present and how nice it was to practice these sorts of things with her Mom. It made sense, now, what she wanted of her and what the present was for. Now that Dad was gone, it was only them left at home for a few days! The filly squirmed a little as she craned her neck and leaned forward, ears flattening back bashfully, muzzle pressing forward until it brushed against her Mom's. The mare let out a contented sigh and reach down to meet her, smooshing their muzzles together and tilting hers slightly.
The kiss was exhilarating and electric to little Kettle, who wiggled in place as they smacked lips in ways that Kettle had only seen Mom and Dad do in private before. Their lips touched for awhile before it occurred to her that her Mother wanted her to take the first step this time. Steadying herself and brushing aside her inhibitions, she slowly poked her tongue out, brushing it on the mare's lips before they, too, opened up to accept the tiny little tongue.
Instantaneously, the kiss became something completely new and exciting. She was given free reign to explore around, tongue flicking about and getting a taste of her. She was drawn back to the other tongue and began teasing it with little strokes and prods, until at last her Mom decided to switch things up, having enough of the filly's curious exploration and went full-bore, diving her much longer and wider tongue into Kettle's maw to wriggle around and tease at her throat. She suckled on Kettle's tongue and earned small little whimpers from the cute filly.
Hooves maneuvered around each other's bodies. Kettle's small, curious ones feeling the curve and plush of the large mare's rump, and her Mother's seductive and firm ones touching her in all the right places that made her squirm. They came to rest on Kettle's flanks, kneading them and coaxing out little shudders. She simply adored how she could make her little filly like putty in her hooves, knowing all her sweet spots and what she liked. Her hooves slipped down, between her haunches and cupping her small mound to give it a teasing grind with the frog of her hoof.
Kettle Corn gasped and pulled away from the kiss, panting for air. A string of saliva hung between them before it snapped, and her Mom lapped at the little strands along the side of Kettle's muzzle. She kept grinding, hungrily pressing into her filly's snatch. In response Kettle arched her back and moaned out into the air, tail flagged and cheeks a deep red.
"M-mooom! Uaaaah!" She panted into the air with her eyes screwed shut. "Ohmygosh!"
Since their time at the spa a month ago, Kettle had been introduced to all kinds of pleasure by her beloved mother. She'd taught her how to pleasure herself with her hoof, how to do so on other mare's, and how to kiss like a proper lover. All of it had been new and fascinating to the filly, and she loved every minute of it. Still, there was one thing she hadn't been shown yet, and the wrapped box on the coffee table a few feet away was some indication.
That wonderful hoof between her legs stopped and pulled away, leaving the panting filly with a dull ache in her loins. She gave a sound of disappointment and quickly replaced it with her own hoof, rubbing away at herself furiously. Normally, her Mother would have stopped her while they were playing together, but for a moment she sat back and just watched.
"How's it feel, Princess?" Her Mother watched the obscene act with a grin. Kettle simply grunted in reply, her hips working away. She was visibly close to her climax, but before she could reach it that magical aura pulled her hoof away. Kettle's eyes opened sharply and she pouted.
"B-but Moooom! I was so clooooose!" She wiggled her rump and pleaded. Instead, the wrapped package was plopped down in front of her.
"Open it." Her Mother said. "And then you can cum."
Kettle didn't need more indication than that. The rectangular packaged was gift wrapped and tied with a little red bow. Normally a delicate filly, Kettle Corn instead tore it open and tossed aside the wrapping paper, digging into it with her hooves. She was greeted with a white box that showed the picture of a long handle that had a cord at one end, and a little bulb at the other. In red letters it said 'Hitachi Magic Wand'.
She tore open the packaging and pulled everything out, holding the slender device in her hooves and turning it over with curiosity. From the corner of her eye, she saw a magical aura take the cord and plug it in somewhere. Suddenly the device burst to life, buzzing and vibrating in her hooves. At its highest speed, the whole handle was moving in her hooves. Kettle jumped in surprise and nearly dropped it.
A chuckle next to her brought her attention back to reality, and Kettle Corn looked back to her Mother. She opened her mouth to speak, but the device was taken up in that same aura before she could make a sound, and her Mom leaned over her.
"Just relax, Kettle, and sit back. Momma will make it alllll better." She cooed, and Kettle Corn did as she was told, leaning back into the sofa with her legs spread obscenely, exposing her tight filly snatch, already damp from the previous activities.
The vibrator came to life immediately, vibrating so much that it filled the air with a dull, throbbing hum. Kettle watched it carefully as her Mother brought it closer and closer to the filly, touching her inner thigh and trailing up in a slow path toward her fillyhood. The pressure on her legs was actually relaxing as it worked into the muscles on her haunches and she gave a contented sigh, sinking back into the sofa.
What started as a nice massage quickly evolved into something more erotic as her Mother inched it ever upwards. She moved it toward Kettle's dock, and the filly shuddered. She trailed a circle all around her naughty place without actually making impact on one of her holes, just lingering on the outside. The result was the buildup of an aching impatience that coursed through the filly's mind. She couldn't take this anymore.
Arching her back, Kettle whined loudly and tried to adjust herself to change its trajectory. Her Mother simply smiled and gave her what she wanted. Her world practically exploded in an instant as the buzzing bulb touch her fillyhood. It was the perfect size to completely encompass her opening, each time the filly moved it would rup her outer lips around more.
Her Mother added some light pressure and it pushed against her mound, spreading her lips a little and allowing the head to make contact with her inner walls, and most importantly, her clit.
Kettle Corn squealed, putting her hooves on her Mother's to push it harder. It was much too big to go inside, the but the feeling of it on the outside was beyond heavenly.
Kettle stared up at the ceiling with a slightly agape mouth and just lay there for awhile, letting her hips work of their own accord as she enjoyed that pleasant hum that seemed to radiate through her entire body and her whole being. The delightful warmth was filling up in her belly and passing over her crotch. A tightness gripped her and she knew she was close.
Her Mother must have known, too, as she waited until that very moment to lunge forward and press her muzzle to Kettle's, kissing her passionately. There was no playing or exploring this time, as she wasted little time in plunging her tongue into Kettle's maw. They kissed heatedly as she brought her adorable daughter closer and closer to orgasm.
Kettle was humping harder and letting out little squeaks now, the faint scent of sweat and arousal hanging heavy in the air. She kissed her Mother back with all the enthusiasm of a lover. Their tongues lashed at each other.
Her Mother twisted and pushed her muzzle closer to the filly's smaller one and dove that tongue into her throat, coaxing out another moan just as she pushed the vibrator up and against her, and turned it onto the highest speed.
Kettle started humping and grunting repeatedly as she hit her climax, a low squeal at the back of her throat, drool hanging from her mouth. Her Mother just kept up the assault, and worked that wonderful pleasure device up and down.
"Nnng... Unf.... Moooooom!" The filly howled as she squirted all over her Mother's hooves and the Wand. Her whole world came crashing down and her vision was white.
Yet her Mother didn't stop.
More and more she pushed that Wand until well after her first orgasm. It kept going and the filly kept squirting.
"Moooom. Mom! Unf! Ahhh!" She squealed as the pleasure just kept going! She held her hips in the air as that feeling never stopped. All at once she came again, squirting more and more juices.
Finally her Mom switched off the Wand and pulled it away. Kettle Corn was already fast asleep by the time she'd put it away and grabbed some wipes to clean themselves off.
She kissed little Kettle Corn and carried her off to her bed, climbing in beside her for some rest.
"My sweet little filly..." She cooed in her ear. Kettle barely stirred, but a peaceful smile spread across her face.
