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Chapter 1. Course Corrected

The sun beat down on the outskirts of Las Pegasus with waves of unrelenting heat. It was like that a lot lately, which might lead some to believe that somewhere in Equestria a dastardly supervillain had gotten their paws on some arcane artifact, but for Las Pegasus it was just another dusty midsummer Friday afternoon.

Like most teenagers, Apogee was excited that her private school had let out for the weekend, quickly flitting off from the gated cloud community where Pegasus Livery for Young Colts and Fillies was situated, tying her blazer in a hasty knot around her hips and scanning the desert for her landing site.

Delta Vee’s Rocket Junkyard.

“Mooooom?” Apogee’s voice rang out through the trailer.

The adorable yellow filly poked her head in through the front door, peering into the dusty interior with a curious glance. She knew she'd have to inspect each and every room of the small mobile home. Her mother sometimes had a tendency to sleep through even a test rocket firing, and needed a good shake to be woken.

She trotted in, noticing the kitchen and living room area were uncharacteristically clean. At least, by the standards that she’d come to expect from her mother. Apogee smiled to herself. Her mother would never admit it, but since the filly had tried to spend more time at the junkyard, Delta had been making small efforts to keep the place in better shape. Trash actually got bagged and left outside for pickup, the refrigerator sometimes had non-adult beverages stocked in it… and most importantly, the cabinets were well stocked with Boop-a-Roops.

“You in here, mom?” Apogee trotted down the narrow hallway, coming up to the small door that opened into the bedroom of the trailer. She rapped the faux-wood plastic twice. “You there?”

Apogee heard a grumbling tumble, followed by the clink and clatter of bottles bouncing off one another and rolling off in different directions.

“Who the hell… what the…” Muffled groaning came from behind the door.

“C’mon mom…” Apogee whined. “I’m coming in!”

The peppy young filly pushed open the door, peeking through with an expectant and mischievous smile. The sight was no surprise to her. As much as Delta had attempted to put the ‘public’ part of the trailer into order, her room was still a shrine to her squalid nature. An unmade, unkempt bed was simply the tabernacle of a swirling cacophony of trash, clothes, empty bottles, old vinyl records and unidentifiable rocket parts, strewn all about her room.

“Dammit Gee!” Delta grumbled, reaching out for a discarded and dirty wife-beater to cover herself up. “I was just… taking my afternoon nap, I’m still uh…” she scrambled to think of some kind of excuse, “...naked.”

Apogee chuckled slightly. “Oh gimme a break, mom…” Apogee’s keen eyes caught Delta’s quick movement to surreptitiously withdraw something from her lower body area and tuck it quickly under the sheets. Apogee’s smile became smug, “...it’s not like I haven’t caught you… napping before…”

“Dammit kid, where’d you get such a smart mouth, anyway?”

“Hmm…” Apogee grinned, fluffing out her wings as she pranced around the side of the bed, “...I think it must be genetics.”

Delta hopped down from her bed, quickly sorting out her wings as she turned with a tired grunt toward her daughter. “Uh huh, well you certainly didn’t get your brattiness from my side of the family.”

Apogee looked back at the older blue pegasus with an arched eyebrow, challenging the ridiculous statement without saying a word. Both ponies looked at one another with a moment of tense silence, before Apogee’s wide grin and light chuckle shattered the facade of a grumpy standoff, the scene quickly devolving into a mirth-filled, good-natured, hearty chuckle.

Delta stretched her shoulders slightly, waiting for a pop from the joint that never came. “So, kid what are you doing here anyway? I wasn’t expecting you until next week, aren’t you supposed to be at your Dad’s this weekend?”

“He’s stuck heading out to a conference in Manehattan this weekend, he told me that I would have the run of the place and could do what I wanted.” Apogee trotted around to the other side of her mother’s bed, poking around. “So… here I am!”

“Uh huh.” Delta frowned. “Listen kid, are you sure that he’d be cool with you coming over here? I don’t think that’s exactly what he had in mind…”

“Yeah, yeah…” Apogee waved a hoof at her mom. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind, he’s always happy to hear that we’re spending more time together.”

Delta’s brow furrowed. Apogee regarded her mother with a soft sigh, she knew that her mom was probably comporting any number of ill-intentions on Jet’s desire for the two of them to grow closer. Some things would never change, regardless of how hard she prayed to Celestia at night.

“Anyway...” Apogee jumped up onto the messy bed, crashing down with a happy thump into the sweaty sheets, resting on her butt with her back against the headrest, “now I can hang out with you all weekend. A real girls weekend for once!”

Delta’s hoof made it up to her brow, rubbing it with a well-practiced motion of frustration. Apogee quickly countered with an expansion of her eyes, letting them grow to big puppy-dog shaped saucers, pleading with her mother to not kick her out.

“Alright, alright…” Delta rolled her eyes, “enough with the dramatic facial expressions, you can stick around this weekend.”

Apogee squee’d, kicking her hooves up and down on the bed in glee. This was going to be awesome! Just like she’d told her best friend all throughout the school week, she’d hang with her mom, they’d watch sappy old sci-fi movies, she’d show her how to drink like a real rocket-mare, they could talk about colts… and… maybe… do a little more.

Apogee was no stranger to what more modern ponies might call ‘improper familial relations’. Her interest in the subject was piqued when she’d started to read about the ancient pre-unification tribes of the Las Pegasus area. Her teacher, Ms. Kindnicker, quickly suggested they all pick an element of the militaristic, tribal, pegasus society to present to the class. Diz was interested in weapon technology, less serious fillies were interested in fashion styles, the jocks were interested in physical prowess and wingspans… but Apogee was interested in their family structures.

As a child of a rather ‘dysfunctional’ household, it was hardly surprising.

She quickly discovered a number of rather academic texts looking into the fascinating patriarchal family structures - a far cry from the modern, mare-dominated society of Equestria. The ancient pegasus tribe had divided themselves into five major houses, each ruled by a single patriarch. Within those houses, bloodlines and minor family relationships were tracked obsessively. Families were everything. She read with fascination about how marriages between the major houses were rare, political events, meant to solidify alliances or negotiations. Otherwise the houses would never marry outside of their trees. Minor houses would rise and fall by their ability to intermarry with their relations. Some of the more lurid textbooks implied that romantic, sexual relationships were as much a part of intrafamilial relation-building as they were a part of the rather incestuous marriages.

The whole thing really put Flash Magnus’s recent scandalous indiscretions with his ancestors, a popular topic in the Equestrian national newspapers, in a new light. You could hardly expect the poor fellow to be transported so far into the future and adapt so quickly to the new social mores.

For Apogee, it had always just been one more chip in the pile of reasons she collected that told her everything she was doing was normal… that the extension of her intense love for her parents should naturally lead to physical expression.

For some time she’d had a rather heated relationship with her aerospace-CEO father. What had started as one steamy, heat-induced weekend where a father’s mistake became a daughter’s joy. Their passionate sexual relationship had brightened both of their lives, an activity that they tried as best they could to constrain to one night a week so that it wouldn’t infect their parental-child relationship. One two many broken date-nights had driven the sex-starved filly to her mother… and though she wouldn’t dare share with her mom that she too knew just how large Jet’s phallus was… she did turn to her for the affection she now had a thirsty addiction for. After another tumultuous set of circumstances… she found that affection with her mother as well. The filly now had her choice of parental love, depending on who was available and which house she was currently staying at.

And now she was faced with an opportunity to express that affection with her mom once again.

Gee let her left hoof dip under the covers that had so hastily been arranged by Delta to hide her obvious lewd activities. Fishing around under the sweaty, cheap, Walmaret brand sheets she quickly found what she was looking for. Her hoof’s frog felt slick, sticky silicon and bit her tongue with the effort required as she delightedly yanked the clumsy, stiff rod out into the open.

“Oh ho? What’s this mom?” Gee asked with a cocked head, affecting an innocent face.

But her mom was having none of it. “You know what it is, Apogee. I caught you trying to borrow it last week to: ‘scratch your back.’ Don’t be annoying right now, please..”

Apogee’s innocent facade faltered slightly. Perhaps her mom was still a little bit too grouchy at her intrusion to be feeling… frisky. The teenage filly rolled from her back onto her stomach, the pleats of her school skirt twirling with a flourish. “So colorful, mom.” Apogee giggled, looking at the bright orange molded stallionhood. The color seemed to almost fluoresce in the dim light filtering through the drawn curtains of the trailer, making the veiny, artistic additions to the small-sized dildo really stand out. “Is orange your favorite color?” Apogee chuckled a bit, waving the sex-toy playfully like a flight mechanic guiding in a taxiing plane.

“Uhhh… no…” Delta grunted. “It was in the bargain bin, probably because of the color.”

Apogee chuckled, kicking her rear hooves with mirth. She felt a momentary pang of pity if any stallion were so unfortunate to have fur that was such a shade of radioactive orange.

She noticed the slickness on the smallish-sized phallus, bringing it closer to her nostrils for a sniff. Though there was that faint pang of lubricant, it was unmistakable that the dildo had already made its way into a warm, wet, comfortable crevice. The cinnamon smell of her mother’s musk filled her snout, making her little heart pump faster with excitement.

It wasn’t the first time she’d smelled that aroma, or been so close as to almost be bathing in it. And after a long day of school lectures spent daydreaming about things that teenage fillies would think about in these musky Spring months, little Gee was ‘thirsty’.

She glanced over at her mom, who was regarding her close inspection of the dildo with an arched eyebrow and the beginnings of a blush, and thought up a playful excuse for her next act. “Hmm… you know mom, the other fillies at school are all talking about how their coltfriends just love getting blowjobs…”

“Don’t worry ‘bout them.” Delta shook her head slightly. “Buncha little sluts…”

“Mmm…” Apogee mused absently. “Still, I do wonder what it would be like… I mean… how do you even…” Apogee opened her mouth wide and let her pink tongue slide from her mouth, sizing up the sticky sex-toy she was about to ingest.

“Apogee!” Delta’s wings flared out and she reached a hoof toward her, “...w-wait…”

Apogee paused mid-preparation of her swallow, glancing over at her mother. It was so cute to see her attempt (and fail) to hide her embarrassment. She cocked her head and affected an innocent, perplexed face, flicking her ear slightly in curiosity at her mother’s reaction.

“I… uh… l-let me get a smaller one, that one is probably too big for you to practice on.” Delta was struggling for words. “Maybe something more the size of colts your age.”

“Pffft.” Apogee couldn’t help but laugh. Compared to her father, this little toy was almost pathetically undersized. “Hahaha… don’t worry about that, mom. I’ve…” Apogee stopped herself, realizing she was about to admit to her mother just how expertly she could fellate large stallionhoods, thanks to practice with her father. Perhaps not the best idea. “...I’ve uh… got a lot of confidence.”

Nailed it!.

Delta’s face was flushed as she reached across the bed, intending to snatch the offending item out of her daughter’s grasp. “Still, let me get you a different one, a fresh one-”

Before Delta’s hooves could reach her, Apogee plunged the toy into her mouth. Letting her mom swap this for a fresh one would defeat the purpose. Her tongue played around the stiff silicon ridge, ignoring the bitter, chemical taste of fake-flesh and lubricant, instead luxuriating in the heady tang of her mother’s nectar. She inhaled more and more of the penis into her muzzle, her nostrils flaring with each heady breath she took... She brushed it back and pulled the pseudo-penis deeper, letting her tongue reach the medial ring of the device as she savored more and more honey.

Drool ran from her mouth as she pulled back off the dildo, slurping all the way. She let her big crimson eyes flutter open to stare at her mom. The blue pegasus was watching, wordlessly. A swallow was stuck in her throat. Apogee could see her mother's wings throbbing, not from surprise or embarrassment… but excitement.

Good.

“Likesh thishh?” Apogee messily slurp-spoke around the edges of the cock, letting her drool haphazardly fall. “Am I dooingsh ish righshtsh?” Apogee wiggled her hips in what she imagined was a playful, sultry way. Surely this would entice her mother to hop up on the bed with her.

Delta simply nodded, her blush deepening, eyes darting back and forth. “A-apogee...:”

Apogee pulled the dildo from her mouth entirely and let herself onto her belly. She wasn’t going to let her mother escape so easily, she was sure that she’d set the hook… and now only needed to reel her in.

She wriggled herself around on the bed in what she imagined was a sexy, mink-like manner, but really resembled the movements of an inebriated salamander. Sticking her rump up in the air, she flicked her blue-green tail up, making her skirt flip up onto the small of her back, revealing the filly’s white and blue striped panties. Apogee chewed her lip in concentration as she tried and failed to lower the cotton underwear with her tail, an act that all the magazine stories made out to be an easy task... But she only managed to shift the slip of fabric partway down her cute bottom, revealing that sacred, tender flesh just about her tailhole.

“Apogee.”

She didn’t notice the change in her mother’s tone. She was too busy trying and failing to make her underpants slide down her sock-clad thighs while trying to flash her plot in something like a seductive display to her mother. Those damn panties were just bunching up!

“Apogee!”

She gritted her teeth and lifted her dildo-clutching hoof, reaching back to grab at the plain panties (why hadn’t she picked the sexy ones this morning!?). She used the tip of the fluorescent, plastic penis to pull at the stubborn elastic waistband of her garment, deliberately dragging its tip up her puffy lips, making the white cotton turn transparent with her soaking juices. “Oh mom… I need you to hel-”

“APOGEE!” Delta’s hoof slapped the dildo out of her weak grasp, sending it comically spiraling across her room.

The filly felt like she’d been hit with a stray lightning bolt. Adrenaline and anxiety dropping through her gut like a cold boulder. Her mother promptly flipped her skirt back into place and spun her around to face her, forcing her to sit upright before her.

“Just what the hell are you doing, kid!?”

Apogee’s face flushed red. Had she done something wrong? Why was she being treated like this? Shame, embarrassment, humiliation rushed through her: the specter of rejection was a cruel and unforgiving banshee. Her teenage mind struggled to keep up. “W-what? I don’t… understand.”

Her mother looked back at her with a sigh. “Do you even know what you’re doing? You have no idea, right?”

Apogee’s mind raced. What was she talking about. Of course she knew what she was doing. She wanted to get closer to a pony she loved dearly. Just like with her Dad. What could be better than basking in that love, which made them all feel so good? Her eyes sparkled with early tears as she looked desperately for some sign of relief, of comfort… some sign that this was all a cruel joke. “W-what do you mean?”

“You’re just a kid, kid.” Delta grunted. “Playing grown-up games with a never-was… who also happens to be your mother… your much older mother.”

Was that what this was all about!? She thought they’d been THROUGH all this. Apogee screamed in her own head. That she was too young!? Too immature!? Her red-face of shame quickly became a red-face of anger, the filly blinking away the light dewy tears that had begun to form prior. “What!? I’m OLDER than I was last week… you didn’t complain THEN!”

Delta looked away from her, muttering softly. “...maybe that was a mistake…”

Apogee felt a tingle of electricity race down her spine, making her hackles rise like an attack dog ready to strike. “What!?” Her shout was loud even in her own ears.

Delta whirled back on her, with the look of a cornered animal, ready to strike out in desperation. “What the hell is a little squirt like you doing in my trashy trailer on a Friday afternoon, anyway!? You should be out at a movie-theatre, or an arcade, or studying or…”

“Y-yeah… s-sure.” Apogee squeaked, her ears folding back. She didn’t want to fight with Delta. It was the last thing she had wanted to do. But the disappointment was painful, stinging. It made her feel like the love she so desperately wanted to share was being emptied out like spoiled milk, unwanted… circling down the drain. “I guess I see what you mean…”

Delta was looking at her with something approaching the beginning of sympathy. “Don’t be so down, kid. It’s an important life skill you know… being able to pick up stallions… young filly.” Apogee watched her mom try to salvage the situation, her wings fluttering again. “I don’t want you to end up being the kid at prom that has to bring their dad with them. Can’t you just try to pick up somecolt your own age?” Delta bit off her frustrated question before too much bitterness poured into the interrogative, but it was too late. Apogee felt like she was being bullied in the hall by Tessla, her arch-nemesis, a filly who loved to point out how Apogee had no hope of getting a coltfriend. It was so much worse coming from her mother, though. “You’re too smart to be so desperate that you need to turn to your damn family to get some sexual attention.”

Apogee shivered, as the set of fears that most teenagers try to avoid raced through her head: was there really something wrong with her? Was there something wrong with how she looked? Did Delta and Jet only ‘love’ her because she was their daughter? It was a small fear, something that always haunted her, as she’d sit with her best friend Diz in the library and discuss their shared failures at romance and crushes.

“H-hey!”

“...is for whorses, kiddo.” Delta grunted flicking her nose as she turned away, reaching for her pack of cigarettes on her night table.

Apogee jumped off the bed, wheeling around the room to try to catch her mother’s eye again as she turned away. She had no idea whether she should feel crushed or furious, apologetic or insulted. Damn these adult arguments were so complicated! She didn’t know if she should cry or flip her mother the high hoof. Her chest puffed up, and she puffed out her cheeks… a contained explosion of invective poised to strike. She opened her mouth ready to let loose with a torrent of venom...

“I-’m sorry mom!” Ultimately, at heart, Apogee was a good girl. Too much of her father in her.

“Save it, kid.” Delta sighed, pulling a cigarette from her pack and stuffing one of the Marelboro sticks between her lips. “Let’s just forget the whole thing ever happened.” Delta’s light chuckle, as if the whole thing barely mattered set Apogee’s teeth on edge. She stomped her hoof, anger coming back into her face, all those curses rising biliously in the back of her throat again.

Ultimately, at heart, Apogee did still have some of her mother in her, after all. “Buck that!” she shouted. “I don’t want to just pretend there’s nothing between us mom. I love you!”

Delta winced, though Apogee couldn’t tell if it was from her declaration or the lighting of the cigarette in her mother’s lips. She waited as Delta took a half-hearted drag and let out a sigh with a concomitant cloud of acrid smoke. “Tell you what, kid. You convince me that you still… ‘love me’... even after you’ve tried being with a colt your age and I’ll believe it ain’t just your filly-brain wired on hormones.” Delta emphasized her last few words with annoying taps to Apogee’s forehead.

“Th-that’s not fair!”

“What pony ever said the world’s gotta be fair, kid?” Delta chuckled, walking toward her kitchen.

Apogee was left for a half moment, annoyed at being brushed aside by her mom, treated like a little foal who could be placated with the false promise of ‘maybe later’, like she’d asked to go to a theme park, or to get her favorite candy.

But her self-pity didn’t last long, Apogee clenched her jaw tight and steeled herself. If that was the way her mom wanted to play it… Apogee would throw it right in her big, dumb, smug face.

She raced out of the room, brushing past her mother at a trot before bursting out the front door.

“Hey! What the… where are you going kid?” Delta called after her, surprised that Apogee had suddenly decided to take off at a flying start.

“To go land a colt, obviously!” Apogee called over her shoulder as she took wing, leaving a soft dust cloud behind with the powerful flap of her takeoff.

Apogee didn’t see her mother left behind, shaking her head at how badly she’d screwed up her attempt at being a good mom.

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