The bright flash whisked her away from the bizarre scene. For a moment, Apogee could only feel the terrifying pounding of her heartbeat as her consciousness sought some purchase on reality. Slowly, colors, sounds, and smells came back to the young pegasus - she was still sitting on the couch in the apartment, her mother on one side, and her father on the other… with Diz slumbering cozily on the shag rug nearby.

The incongruity of her recent trauma and the peaceful living room were too much for the filly to bear.

She screamed, jerking her head back from the gift box and throwing the cardboard container as far away from herself as she could, watching it bounce across the living room. The box spilled a strange, black, tar-like substance as it came to a rolling, shuddering halt against the far wall. The unknown sinful substance gooped out of the container with insidious slowness, corrupting the hardwood floor beneath it.

“No!” Apogee shouted tearing her eyes from the horrible sight, burying her head against the couch. “No more presents!”

“Shh… Shh…” Delta coaxed Apogee, rubbing a hoof up and down the filly’s back and cooing to her. “It’s OK honey… it’s ok! It was just a bad dream… that’s all… we’re here for you.”

Apogee choked, stifling tears of shock. The gentle caress of her mother’s hoof, the subtle touch of her mother’s feather tips, stroking her, cradling her… she felt the sense of safety returning to her. Washing the strange memories away into the haze of the dream world.

She was safe.

There was no need to fear.

Her parents were here… and they loved her. Dearly.

“M-mom.” Apogee turned her head to her mother, happy to see the blue pegasus smiling warmly down at her.

“There you are, kiddo…” Delta cooed, straightening her daughter’s mane. “Now why don’t you take a deep breath and we try to open another present?”

“No!” Apogee’s wings shot out with stern disagreement. “I don’t WANT any presents, or any cakes, or anything. I just want you! I want my mom and my dad… nothing else!”

Delta blinked at her daughter, covering her smiling mouth with her hoof, tears forming in the corner of her eyes. “Oh kiddo… you’ll always have us… don’t you know… just how much…” Apogee watched as her mother’s eyes drooped to half-lidded and she leaned closer to her daughter. “...we all love each other?”

Apogee felt her mother’s muzzle kiss her cheek, at first with the warmth of a parent… but quickly growing to the burning flame of a lover… She twisted into her mother’s embrace, and felt the older mare’s practiced tongue dance along her lips, she gazed lovingly into her mother’s crimson eyes, before slowly parting her mouth.

Her tongue was pressed down by her mother’s searching pink muscle, which entered and explored her. Apogee groaned into her mother’s throat, hugging tightly and pulling their bodies closer together. As quickly as it had started, the kiss devolved into a nuzzling session. Apogee wanted nothing more than to bury herself in the crook of her mother’s neck, to swim in the stale smell of her ragged blue chest fur.

“M-m-momma…” she mewled, sniffling with soft sobs of happiness.

But it wasn’t complete. She wanted both of them.

As soon as she thought it, she felt her father coming up behind her, his rough unshaven face and neck scritching the back of her head in the most pleasant way as he also nuzzled her from behind, swamping her in the love of her two parents.

“Daddy…” Her tears of joy were flowing now. “I… I want us all to love each other… forever.”

She felt, as much as heard, the warm chuckles from the ponies nuzzling her from either side.

“Of course sweetie.”

“Always, honey.”

She squee’d feeling the hot licks of her parents as they began to paint her with their tongues.

“W-wait. This doth not seem correct.” Apogee heard a strange voice from the other side of the room. “Hath not the decree on such things changed since the past 1000 years?”

Apogee ignored the voice, entering another deep Prench kiss with her mother as her father stood up on the couch behind her. Her tongue wrestling with the more experienced older mare was reaching a fever pitch when she felt the heavy heat of her father’s big brown testicles as he laid his pendulous sack across her face.

A moment later the heavy log of his thick, massive stallionhood flopped down across her muzzle, booping Delta in the nose.

“Thine fantasy shall get me in such trouble with my sister... if thou doth not desist!”

Delta broke off her kiss with Apogee and pulled back slightly, opening her mouth to take part of Jet’s throbbing, drooling flare into her mouth. The precum was pouring off of him now, landing in heavy dollops on the couch, staining it with the potent musk of his stallion-ly stud juice.

“D-dad…”

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“Forgive me young filly - but thy dream must halt, lest I receive another tedious censure from Celestia. Awake!”

Apogee made a strange snrking sound before she swallowed the heavy dollop of the cascading pre-cum pouring from her father’s cock as she sat bolt upright in bed.

No, wait… that wasn’t her father’s pre-cum… it was her own drool.

Her eyes shot open. She was awake now. Truly awake.

She groaned, massaging her temple briefly. She hated when she got these annoying, inception-like, ‘dream-within-dream’ nightmares. They always left her exhausted the next day.

Though… maybe nightmare wasn’t the most apt descriptor. There had definitely been some parts of the tangled, confusing dream-sequence that had been… enjoyable.

She chuckled to herself and shifted her legs under the covers. Immediately she felt something.

She was soaked.

Groaning she looked down at the sheets. Everything from below her waist was stained a dark, wet blue. She knew that the magazines said most stallions preferred mares who got really wet… but this was ridiculous! How did she even have this much… juice… inside her?

She would never be able to get back to sleep in this soaked bed… she’d need to change ALL the sheets!

A snore next to her drew her eyes to the other side of the bed. Jet lay sprawled out on his back, mouth halfway open and tongue lolling out as he snored loudly. The sheets on his side of the bed were still dry… and he was pitching quite a tent.

Apogee got a wry smile across her face.

Who said your dreams couldn’t come true?

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Hmm... very interesting Ms. Apogee... I wonder if the cake shape represents your addiction to your father's biggol donger? Tell me... how do dicks make you feel?

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