Stupid Sexy Flurry

by thathornypony

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Flurry Heart, Romance, Porn, Fetish, Sex, Twilight Sparkle
Length: 7553

Twilight loves her niece. A little too much.

It took Twilight a lot longer than most ponies, but she has finally fallen in love. She spent her childhood, with her nose in a book, and never had any crushes. It is only now, after many years that she has met The One. If only it were anypony else. Literally anypony else.

Flurry Heart doesn't have that problem. Flurry thinks that fucking is one of the greatest parts about friendship. Who has time for angst when you could be getting laid?

Contains incest

Flurry Heart is aged up and an adult. Absolutely no foalcon here.

Written for the Aunts & Uncles Incest contest

Published 2019-03-30 09:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-03-30 09:20:01 UTC

Chapter 1

Twilight Sparkle had a problem. That was nothing new. She had had a lot of problems throughout her life. But this one... this problem was different.

This problem wasn't some villain trying to take over or destroy Equestria. She could have dealt with that just fine.

No, her problem was her niece. Flurry Heart had been an adorable and precocious little baby. Ever since she was born Twilight had been overjoyed at the privilege of being her aunt. All that was good. What was bad was that Flurry wasn't a filly anymore. Flurry had done some growing up over the years. A lot of growing up. Flurry was a mare now. A mare that Twilight wanted to fuck.

Twilight was disgusted and horrified at how she felt about her niece. It crossed so many lines she didn't even know how to count them.

And yet... Twilight had never been much of a romantic. She had never had any really strong feelings for another pony, even after she broke out of her seclusion. She had never had any real preference between mares and stallions. Somehow there had never been anypony she had so much as had a crush on. She had wondered sometimes if she just wasn't really attracted to anypony at all.

Until now.

And it was just her luck that now that there was somepony who quickened her pulse, who made her stomach flutter, who made her loins ache with desire, it was one of the worst ponies it could possibly be. But there it was. Her niece was a damn sexy mare, no matter how much she despised that she felt that way.

Twilight didn't want to be a bad pony, but it seemed that, deep down, she was.

The worst part was that she couldn't even talk to anypony about it. Not her friends, especially not her family, nopony.

She kept hoping this sickness would pass. That she would come to her senses, and not have to go around with a barely restrained lust for one of her family members.

Every time she saw Flurry she felt like she was going to go insane. Unfortunately, she was good enough at keeping up the facade that Flurry didn't seem to realize anything was off. Flurry didn't know better: Flurry liked her aunt. Her pathetic, pervert of an aunt.

Flurry Heart had enrolled at the school of friendship. Every day was hell for Twilight. She limited her interactions with her as much as she could. She'd just mumbled something about favoritism as an excuse. Flurry had been disappointed, but understanding.

Why did she have to be so good at friendship! Why was every aspect of her so perfectly tailored to Twilight's interests? Her mind and soul were beautiful. She was deep: deeply caring, deeply curious, deeply gracious. She honestly didn't need to be at the school. Twilight had nothing to teach her—nothing good, at least.

She had a body, too. Stars above, her body! There were no ugly alicorns. It just wasn't a thing that happened. Celestia, Luna, Cadance, and Twilight herself were all beautiful ponies. But Flurry had had the blessings of that state since birth, and it showed. There was not a single inch of her lithe, young body that Twilight didn't long to worship and kiss.

These thoughts were how Twilight tormented herself each night. She started after dinner with some general angsting, then moved on to either disgust with herself, or anger. The anger could be directed toward various ponies. Most often herself, but plenty of other targets too. Flurry Heart was another common one. This all was her fault after all. She just had to go around being attractive and related to Twilight. One or the other would have been fine. It wouldn't be ideal to be attracted to any of her students, but at least there was the possibility of waiting that out. Twilight and Flurry were both alicorns, though. They were going to be around each other for a very long time.

Sometimes, she got angry at Cadance. After all, if she could blame Flurry for being sexy, why not go one step further and blame the source? Her sister-in-law was not an easy pony to hate, though; that never lasted long. Celestia was another fun jump of furious logic to make. She'd been around long enough to see tons of changes—and direct them. She could have gotten rid of the incest taboo if she had wanted to, and saved Twilight all this trouble.

Twilight tried her honest best not to let her feelings affect anything. But that was hard.

She lay in her bed, trying to sleep. That took so long these days. So very long. She saw things when she closed her eyes. She saw Flurry: her face, her mane, her flanks... She was determined not to clop to fantasies about her tonight. She did that far too much. Yet all she would have to do was reach her hoof down and—.

She thought about work. That usually helped. There was always so much work to be done. But tonight young Flurry haunted her even here. To say that she had a very active life was the nicest term Twilight could come up with for her. She had apparently been getting herself into trouble. There was a stack of reports from the faculty sitting on Twilight's desk over at the school. Twilight could almost see it, taunting her. She couldn't bring herself to read them. Reading them would mean she would have to do something about them. It would mean she would have to have a meeting with Flurry.

Her mood swung back around to anger. She was being ridiculous. She was a grown mare, the head of the school. She had faced down monsters without blinking. But one little meeting with a barely-adult mare was too much to even think about? It was a good thing nopony who had ever threatened Equestria had thought to make her go in a room with a filly, or she would have been doomed.

She really needed to get over herself. She'd show that filly. She'd call her up and let her know that she wasn't going to get away with misbehaving anymore. She was a future princess, and she needed to start acting like it, and Twilight was going to punish her in whatever ways were necessary to make it happen.

It was late at night, however, and Twilight's mentally rehearsing the admonishment she was going to give her niece soon derailed into imagining other ways the scenario might unfold. Ways that involved more seducing than scolding. Despite her promise—without even noticing she had broken it—Twilight clopped herself to sleep.

Chapter 2

There were two things you needed to know about Flurry Heart. First, she was sexy. Second, she was smart. Nobody spent much time around her without learning those things.

What Flurry didn't understand (one of the few things) was why everyone else insisted on making such a big deal about her family. Yes, she was a princess by birth. But as awesome as that was, it really didn't mean so much if you looked at it objectively. The important fact was that with her gifts, she would have been bound for high places regardless of her birth.

There were a lot of ways to get ahead in the world. It was Flurry's considered opinion that her mom's cunt was nowhere near the most important of the resources she had at her disposal. The top two were her head and her ass. If Flurry wanted something from somepony—or creature—often all it took was a little shake of her flanks and they'd go running to help her. If they were stubborn and held out for a bit more... Well that was just fun for both of them. But Flurry didn't just get by on her ass. What set her apart from all the other thots was her head. It was like she had said before: she was sexy and smart. Her head was all that concentrated in one convenient body part. It had her mouth, which she used to suck people off, and her brain.

Flurry Heart could well have been Twilight's daughter. She had every ounce as much smarts as her aunt. The difference between them was that Flurry found the problem of how to get into people's beds just as interesting as magical and mathematical problems. It was too bad, Flurry thought, that Twilight wasn't more social. Like most geeks, she didn't seem to appreciate how complex the calculus of social situations could be. Ah well. Fortunately for the geeks of the School of Friendship, Flurry was around and willing to pity-fuck them. She had taken to carving notches on her bedpost for everycreature whose virginity she had taken.

Flurry pulled her saddlebags on. While she often got distracted in lectures thinking about dicks (pussies too: she was an equal opportunity slut), she never got so distracted that she missed when they were over. Just for safe keeping, she glanced at the chalkboard, but there was nothing on it that made her regret having ignored the lesson.

It honestly wasn't hard here. You really just had to do two things and you were all As. Read the book. And get yourself a good group of friends. The classes were easy if you did that.

She walked through the halls to the detention room. She slipped inside and into her usual spot. None of her friends were there that day, speaking of those bastards. This wasn't an unusual situation. Just because she didn't consider princesshood her biggest asset, didn't mean she didn't take advantage of it. Despite any claims of impartiality, the fact was that boundaries were a lot looser when you were the headmare's niece. Her friends couldn't afford to be anywhere near as blatant with their troublemaking as her. They were capable of just as much as her, though, if only behind closed doors.

They were quite the team. There was a lot at the school that Flurry didn't take seriously, but she was very glad it existed. It brought a lot of creatures together who were all looking for friendship, and she could appreciate that. She had friends here that it probably would not have been possible to make otherwise. She had real friends, friends who would risk life and limb for her because they cared, not just for her blowjobs. And she cared for them too. She strove to make sure that their trust in her was well placed. She was satisfied to note that they all agreed that it would be worth it to risk life and limb for her just for her blowjobs.

It was honestly a bit ridiculous that the school still put her in detention. Was this really the best they could do? She was a mare now and they still put her on time out like a foal. A lot of ponies treated her like a foal at first sight. It was an unfortunate part of being born an alicorn: she could expect to be well into adulthood, even farther than she already was before she got her cutie mark. As quick as she was to disabuse most of the creatures she met of that thinking, her teachers were all frustratingly resistant.

She'd considered skipping, but she'd been pulling a lot of shenanigans lately. There was a line, and she didn't want to go stumbling blindly across it. Headmare Twilight refused to have anything to with her, which made it hard to gauge exactly where things were.

Now see, there was something much more interesting than honesty homework, with all due respect to Professor Applejack. She had always been on good terms with her aunt, and she really didn't know what the cause of the recent distance was. It was clear that Twilight was avoiding her. Flurry liked a bit of trouble, but she hadn't been caught doing that would warrant this. She hadn't been punished either, so she knew it wasn't that Twilight had found out about any of the more extreme things she had done. It was a mystery.

The nice thing about mysteries is that thinking about them is a good way to pass the time. Even Flurry needed a little break from thinking about sex all the time. Soon enough the farce that was detention was over.

Except, just before the end, Spike slipped into the room. He walked up to her. "Headmare Twilight wants to talk with you. Head to her office when you're done," he said. He left just as abruptly as he had come. The teacher did have a smug look on her face at this turn of events.

Flurry held her head high as she walked into Twilight's office, opening and closing the door without breaking her stride. She sat down with a placid smile on her face. She wasn't going to make this any more unpleasant than it needed to be. While she may not have thought of herself as a princess often, she did notice that there was a gap between her and the average creature. She didn't want to say she was better than most, but, she was. It was beneath her to plead and weasel her way out of whatever punishment was coming. She knew what her transgressions were, and she would face the consequences with dignity.

Besides, what were they going to do, expel her? That wasn't likely. Probably. As much as she knew how to make the rules work for her, this was Twilight's home turf, and she was hard to read. Flurry eyed the stack of reports in front of Twilight. Nothing in there individually was too severe, she made sure of that. But Twilight's distance had impeded her calculations. She had never counted on facing everything in aggregate.

Twilight had a stern, strained look on her face. She didn't say anything yet, though. She also seemed to be having a hard time looking at Flurry, her eyes were darting all over the place.

Flurry decided that she might as well take the initiative. "I'm starting to think that detention doesn't work. Either as a deterrent or as rehabilitation." She gestured at the stack. "I believe you will agree there is a good deal of evidence for that. It is clear that alternatives are needed. Now, I've been working on—"

Twilight raised her hoof. "Flurry, I don't need your ideas."

Flurry huffed. "There's no need to be rude about it."

"Rude?! I am the headmare here. You can't talk to me that way."

"You cut me off. You won't let me talk at all. What am I supposed to call that?"

Twilight seethed for a second. Then she took a deep breath. "Alright. Maybe we started off on the wrong hoof. Let's rewind a little bit. Why don't you tell me, in your own words, what happened—" she checked the top page of the reports "—yesterday." She forced her face into a neutral expression.

"Well that's simple," Flurry said. "It was your basic lesson in generosity, and we were all asked to share something with the others. I chose to share kisses; anycreature who wanted, I would kiss them. As much or as little as they wanted. Apparently that isn't an 'approved' form of generosity, despite how much joy it clearly brought to my classmates."

Twilight rubbed her face. "Flurry, you can't do that..."

The younger mare just raised an eyebrow. "And why not? They're my lips aren't they?"

"Because! It's not appropriate. It's not dignified. You're a princess, for Celestia's sake." Twilight's calming techniques had evidently failed. She was growing more and more agitated.

Flurry couldn't resist pushing her further. "I thought you wouldn't be able to answer. The older generations are always so disappointing in their stubborn-mindedness. As to dignity and princesshood, that seems like a very weak argument to me. 'Princess' is a title, an abstraction; I am a pony, and I can decide these things for myself as an individual. Rest assured, I do have a sense of dignity that I uphold. I simply do not consider interaction with the 'commoners' to be beneath me, even if other in my station would."

Twilight was a beautiful sight. Flurry could have watched her process that statement for hours. She was quite proud of herself. If you really wanted to irk somepony, it was important not to directly insult them. They'd understand that to quickly, recognize it as an attack, and discard your opinion, safely preserving theirs. The trick was to make a couple of points that, added together, contradicted their beliefs, then let the other pony put it together themselves.

It was interesting, though, how much time they were spending discussing this one occasion, when there so many to address. That was the variable in all this. Where was Twilight going?

"Enough. I didn't call you here to argue with you. I called you here to let you know that this needs to stop. And you were right about one thing: detention isn't working. So what's it gonna take, huh?" Twilight was leaning so far forward she was practically on top of her desk.

It was too good. Flurry might as well have had her on a leash. "Hmm. You could try spanking me?" Flurry grinned. "Yeees. I've been such a bad mare. You should spank me—" she licked her lips "—hard."

Twilight went pale. "OUT! GET. OUT. NOW!" stabbing her hoof toward the door.

Flurry obeyed that. There was getting a reaction and there was getting a reaction. Twilight was definitely not in the mood for more discussion. Flurry had overstepped. She had meant to piss off Twilight, but that kind of outburst that soon was unexpected.

Oh, she had messed up. Getting older ponies, the ones who were supposed to be in charge of her, riled up was fun. But she really did like her aunt Twilight. It would be a shame to ruin their relationship.

Flurry lay awake in bed a long time that night, thinking over everything that had happened. Yes, she had overstepped her bounds, but to be absolutely fair, Twilight was acting very strangely too. Surely that wasn't her fault. It was actually a little bit funny. If one of the boys had acted liked that to her, Flurry would have thought they had a crush on her. But that obviously wasn't the case with Twilight.

Her thoughts went round and round in circles until finally dreams took her.

Chapter 3

Twilight had never been so glad to live in a castle before, to have real walls between her and the rest of the world. Her meeting with Flurry had been a disaster. The young mare had been the one in charge there, not her. And she was supposed to be the headmare! What was this going to do to the school? Twilight wasn't so naïve as to think that things like that would remain private. Soon all the students would know that even with piles of documented misbehavior she could be bullied into submission. It was inevitable. Especially given how popular her niece was. Even Twilight's willful blindness—the exact thing that had got her into this mess—couldn't hide that.

It was hard to repress the basic familial pride she felt at Flurry's social successes. Neither Twilight nor her brother had managed widespread popularity at that age. And there was Flurry, with everycreature at the school, everypony, everydragon, everychangeling and so on, hanging onto every word she said.

It wasn't that Twilight was jealous. When she was that age she hadn't wanted anything to do with other ponies, and now that she did she had plenty of popularity. It still was satisfying to see Flurry manage things she wouldn't have been able to; Twilight wasn't one of those ponies who thought that their descendants (if only indirect) surpassing them was a bad thing. There was also a certain satisfaction in being attracted to the most popular mare in the school, even if she didn't want to admit it.

What Flurry had said... Her regular defiance was bad enough, but those sexual taunts were almost too much for her to handle. Twilight knew exactly what her brain was doing. Her feelings for Flurry were sexual, and so she interpreted Flurry making sexual comments as meaning that she knew about those feelings. That was impossible, of course, but the parts of her brain making that connection didn't have access to that information.

Knowing this did not help in the least. She was still horny for her niece, and that was coming from some even deeper, more animal part of her. And having seeped down into the foundations of her mind, her desire poisoned all her thoughts. As angry as she was she could not help but be sympathetic. Of course she was a very strict headmare with high expectations of her students; rebellion was inevitable. And even in rebellion Flurry was not wasting her intelligence. She had started the meeting with some really quite eloquent rhetoric. But that was obvious. Of course Twilight could only fall for a smart mare.

Twilight was afraid to sleep. When she slept she had dreams. Twilight had never had wet dreams growing up. She did now. And always about Flurry. She tried to take solace in them, to get herself into the mindset that even if she couldn't have the mare in real life than at least in her head things would work out. If everything only happened in her head she wouldn't hurt anypony but herself, and she deserved to be hurt for the things she thought. She wasn't going to punish Flurry. She was the one who needed to be punished.

Twilight tossed and turned. She couldn't tell if she was sleeping or not. Time passed strangely and irregularly, but always slowly. Had she slept at all that night, or only dreamed it?

Finally Twilight forced herself to get up and get a glass of water. It was so much more inconvenient than it needed to be, because half the hallways in the castle were closed for repainting. Not one of the painters, it seemed, knew how to do their job. They kept putting nasty slurs on the walls. Twilight just had them do it over and over again. They might not have had much hope of finishing before the Summer Sun Celebration, but if there was the slightest chance, then by the Sun, Twilight was going to have the town ready before Celestia arrived.

And then Luna arrived early because of course things had to get even more stressful.

"Hi Luna! Sorry but I can't talk right now there's so much to do."

Luna didn't move. "Then let me help: you're dreaming," she said.

Twilight stopped. She looked around as all the chaos faded away. Relief flooded her. "Thanks. So what brings you here, then?"

"You haven't slept well for a few days now. I've gathered that you have some troubles."

So Twilight could blush, even in a dream. That was good to know. "I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes you do," Luna said. "Your dreams are not a good place to hide what you're feeling, or to lie about it." She turned and examined a large mural of Flurry Heart that had been painted on a wall. "The situation is not subtle."

Twilight felt horror and shame in every cell in her body. "Okay, fine. You're right. But I would never do anything to her. I swear."

Luna shrugged. "Do or do not do what you will. I will advise you this: tell her Be honest."

Twilight went pale.

Luna continued. "Unless you think you can hide your feelings forever—and let me remind you that you and her will indeed be together forever—that is the only way to move past this."

Fuck Luna, Twilight thought. Didn't she know what she was asking? Couldn't she see that it wasn't that simple? And yet, she did have a point. Her meeting had been a disaster; things were already untenable.

Twilight groaned. "I don't think I can."

"And I think you will burst if you don't try soon. Your dreams are getting very messy."

Twilight didn't talk for a while. She just lay on the ground, her face in her hooves. Luna sat by her patiently.

"This is going to ruin everything I've worked for," Twilight muttered. "I won't have a single friend left by the end of it."

"I'm not suggesting that you tell everypony. Only Flurry Heart. Nopony else needs to know." Luna wrapped her wing around Twilight. "And I will still be your friend. No matter what."

"How?" Twilight whined, "How could you want anything to do with somepony like me."

Luna grinned mischievously. "I have watched ponies dreams for centuries. It is going to take more than a little bit of incest to shock me. Celestia, too, has been mellowed by experience, you will find. She will not abandon you either."

Twilight felt slightly reassured, even if she couldn't quite believe what Luna was saying.

Luna rose. "I have to move on now. You will be okay, but only if you tell her the truth." Then Luna was gone in a flash of light.

Flurry was glad when Luna showed up in her dream. It wasn't an awful one, but there was a feeling of uneasiness to everything she could see. The slight lurch of the stomach that had accompanied every step evaporated at Luna's presence. She was very glad at the prospect of somepony to talk to.

"I'm feeling that bad, huh?"

Luna didn't say anything. She just stood with an attentive expression and let Flurry talk.

"I messed up today. I've told you before how I sometimes like to get under ponies' hides. I was doing that with Twilight and I went a little too far. She snapped a bit." Flurry sighed. "You're welcome, favorite aunt."

"I did not think you would need much help. You have figured out most of what I would have guided you through. But let me reassure you that it will all be okay. These things happen.

"What you need to do is to go and talk to your aunt Twilight. Apologize, but also spend some time with her. I think that will go a long way toward improving your relationship with her." Luna paused. "I would go in the evening, when all of her and your duties are done, so that there is nothing to distract you."

"Thanks, aunt Luna. Do you really think it will be that easy, though? I mean, no offense, but 'hit her up in the evening and talk about our relationship' sounds almost like a date. You sure about this."

There was a strange twinkle in Luna's eye. "I just came from visiting Twilight's dreams. She is feeling guilty about what has happened between you two as well. It would do you both good."

"If you say so." Flurry supposed that Luna would know, though she didn't say that out loud, or whatever the equivalent in a dream was called. She also couldn't help but feel there was something going on with Luna.

Luna stepped away. "For the best results, reflect on your relationship tomorrow, about what you feel and what Twilight might feel. Pay special attention to the conversation you had tonight." She made to leave.

"Alright, come on," Flurry demanded, "there's something you're not telling me. Just what the hay is going on?"

Luna in a playful mood wasn't a good source of straight answers, though. "Twilight can tell it to you better than I can. I think you will enjoy the discovery very much." She dropped her façade even further and actually winked at Flurry, and then was gone.

Chapter 4

Flurry could follow directions when she wanted to. And these were important ones, for once.

She started with what she knew. Twilight had something going on, some problem that was making her behave strangely. If Luna had made a point of talking to both of them about it, it stood to reason that the problem involved her somehow.

Her classes flew by as she thought.

It wasn't her delinquency. Twilight's behavior didn't seem to be driven by anger or disappointment. If Flurry didn't know better, she would have said that Twilight had a crush on her like a colt.

She explored many other avenues as the day went by, but nothing was fruitful. Finally she gave up and decided to seriously consider that possibility. She was in Pinkie Pie's class, why not try a bit of silliness.

She'd certainly seen that awkward uneasiness in the many classmates who had clearly wanted to fuck her but not had the courage to approach her. Did Twilight want to fuck her?

Luna had sure made it sound that way. Really, looking at things in that light made it seem like she was pretty blatantly setting them up.

And how did she feel about that? Assuming she was right. Flurry was normal enough that she hadn't thought about fucking her aunt too much, but what could be the harm in giving it a try. Twilight was an attractive mare, even if she didn't take advantage of that fact. Flurry closed her eyes and imagined Twilight's flanks, thick from her fondness for hayburgers.

Why the hay not? Flurry decided. Sure, she'd do Twilight—once she made sure of the situation. There was still some doubt that Twilight would be into this sort of thing.

Flurry almost couldn't wait. She had been so occupied with the whole business that the morning had flown right by. The afternoon was just the opposite. It dragged by far too slowly. The worst part was when all her classes were finished, and she was faced with a big lump of undifferentiated time until the evening when she could go to Twilight.

She had her homework done in a fraction of it. She tested her theories a little more by masturbating to the thought of Twilight. It was alright, but knowing she might—might—get the real thing took a lot of the thrill off.

The hours ached by. Finally, evening came, and Flurry went for a little walk, out from the school and across the way to the castle.

She let herself in. Then it was a winding path through the halls to Twilight's rooms. Flurry didn't hurry too much, despite her impatience. She paused outside of the door and took a deep breath. First things first, she had to apologize. Only then could they do... whatever came next.

She knocked. "Aunt Twilight? It's me, Flurry."

There was a long moment of silence. Then she heard Twilight call "Come in" through the door.

So she went in, shutting the door tightly behind her. She walked up to Twilight at her desk and sat down on the floor. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry about yesterday. I—you know how I can get carried away sometimes. I shouldn't have made fun of you like, or provoked you. You really are a good teacher and headmare, even if I don't appreciate it. And a good aunt, too"

Twilight had been tense, watching Flurry carefully. She softened over the course of the apology, much to Flurry's relief. She pulled her into a hug. "I'm sorry too. I also overreacted. I've had a lot on my mind lately."

Flurry nodded. "I've noticed."

Twilight bit her lip. "It's actually you, I've been thinking about. You've grown up so much, especially in these last few years. I can hardly believe it sometimes."

Oh yeah, Twilight wanted her bad. But how was she going to bring this conversation around to banging? "Heh, I guess I have. I'm just about the real deal of a princess now."

Twilight was still smiling warmly, but it was forced. She fidgeted, looking increasingly uncomfortable. "That part of it, that you have become such a b-beautiful young mare. But th-there's m-more..." Twilight's stammering broke off into a long pause.

Flurry could see that she wasn't going to get it out herself. She put a silencing hoof up, and leaned in close. "I know. Luna told me everything I needed to know," she whispered.

Twilight went pale. She shakily opened her mouth to say something, but never got to finish it. Flurry took advantage of the opening and kissed her.

Flurry Heart kissed her aunt Twilight deeply. She pushed her lips back with her own and darted her tongue inside the other mare's mouth.Flurry knew a thing or two about sudden kisses, so just when the realization of what was happening made it through Twilight's shock, she let out a little moan of pleasure.

And then it was over. She pulled away, but kept her half-lidded eyes staring into Twilight's. "That's the sort of thing you've been thinking about, huh?" she said, with just a touch of smugness.

Twilight looked back at her wide eyed. "This isn't right," she muttered, "I'm so sorry, I never meant to actually—"

"What's not right? Two grown mares who want to kiss each other kissing each other? Dunno about you but I don't see any problem." Flurry said, pressing herself against Twilight.

"But—" the silly mare tried to protest again. Flurry cut her off with another kiss.

"Hush now, the only thing you need to say right now is the answer to one question: do you want me?" Flurry said, still whispering huskily in Twilight's ear.

Twilight was panting. Her eyes darted around feverishly, but always directed at some part of Flurry. She groaned "Ohhh—yes!"

Flurry kissed her a third time, really started making out with her. It was so much better now that Twilight wasn't holding herself back. She could feel that she was letting herself enjoy it now.

It was time to take the next step. Flurry teleported both of them to Twilight's bed. She took the liberty of landing Twilight on her back with herself on top. She straddled her aunt, looking down into her eyes. Twilight was looking back at her with lust. "I'm going to enjoy this," Flurry said.

She pressed her lips against Twilight's yet again. Twilight was obviously inexperienced, but she was enjoying it and that was what mattered. After all, how were ponies like Twilight supposed to get any experience without ponies like Flurry to help them? She moved down and kissed her neck.

She fit her head under Twilight's chin and alternated between nuzzling and kissing her neck, until all the fur was damp. She was going a lot slower than she usually did. And a lot more romantically. She was much more frugal with love than with sex. But this time? Her feelings toward Twilight were complicated. She didn't think that she could do a real relationship with her, even if it were possible. But the forbiddeness of this was too delicious, and she couldn't help indulging in fantasies about it.

Flurry was always a multitasker. She had not left Twilight waiting while she mused about her habits. She had kept moving, giving her attention to Twilight's collarbone, then her chest, then lower. She currently was stretching her neck between Twilight's hind legs to rest her chin on her belly, gazing up her body. Even Twilight wasn't sheltered enough not to know where this was going. There was a touch of nervousness in her eyes.

She knew that look. "First time?" she asked with faux innocence.

The way Twilight blushed was as definite an answer as the "Yes" she reluctantly whimpered.

That was beautiful. She wasn't just fucking her aunt, she was taking her virginity. Flurry shivered with arousal; she felt electrified. This was quickly becoming one of the hottest things she had ever done—and there was a lot of competition for that title.

She rewarded her dear aunt—and teacher—for the pleasure by returning the favor. She started suckling at Twilight's teats. She gave each nipple the lightest squeeze with her teeth, before enveloping as much of the soft mound of flesh as she could with her lips. She serviced both, first the right, then the left.

Then it was on to the main course. Flurry backed up more and brought her head down until it was level with Twilight's marehood. She didn't touch anything yet. She was going to make Twilight beg for it. She stared intensely into the dark, dusky purple folds. She breathed hotly on them. Just breathed. There was no need to look up at Twilight's face to know how she was reacting. Her breathing was heavy and her legs were twitching. Her pussy too. Flurry watched as the muscles slowly relaxed and them smell of sex became stronger and stronger. Only when a drop of arousal oozed out and slid down across the asshole and onto Twilight's dock did she move in.

Another bead of marejuices was glistening in Twilight's slit, getting ready to drip out. It never got the chance. Flurry scooped it up with her tongue. She savored the taste. She carefully began licking her aunt's pussy. Slow strokes along the entrance starting at the bottom and moving to just before the clit. She didn't touch the clit yet. She massaged the labia.

She listened to Twilight's panting. When the gasps began to be mixed with moans she knew it was time to stop playing around.

She lunged forward, digging her muzzle deep into Twilight. She stuck her tongue out, pushing across everything it could reach. She pressed her face in deep. Her mouth, nose and eyes wre all filled with pussy. All her ears heard was her own slurping and the resulting cries of ecstasy.

Flurry pulled back to bring the full capabilities of her lips and tongue to bear directly on Twilight's clit. The moans intensified, as did Twilight's writhing. Every ounce of her attention was focused on Twilight's pleasure. She needed to for what she was planning. Just as Twilight's pleasure reached a peak,just as she reached the cusp of orgasm, Flurry stopped, leaving nothing but the cool air on her pussy.

"Ahh—" Twilight cried out in disappointment. Her horn lit up, but Flurry shut her down.

"None of that. You're not ready to cum yet. I know when you're ready to cum." Flurry said.

She waited a few achingly long seconds. Flurry herself was highly aroused at this point, her pussy was incredibly needy. It made her smile to think how much worse off Twilight must be.

With a flourish of her horn, she cast a cleaning spell. Then she planted lips on the target of said spell: Twilight's anus. Twilight let out a shocked sound. And another, more intense, when Flurry pushed her tongue through. Flurry just laughed inside as she commenced eating Twilight's ass. She had a tasty ass. Theoretically, there wasn't any difference, but Flurry found that mares' (or females' in general) asses tasted better than stallions. She didn't know why, and she still enjoyed stallion butts plenty, but that's how it was. Twilight's ring, though, hers was incredible. She slobbered all over that tight ring. the tip of her tongue flicked around Twilight's rectum.

Twilight like having her ass eaten, it seemed. That wasn't a surprise. Flurry liked to think of herself as an expert on pleasure, and she could tell when somecreature would like having their butt licked.

It was simple really. Deep down, ponies—and most creatures—liked breaking the rules. Especially they liked breaking the rules during sex. That the anus was to be avoided was one of the stricter rules. That just meant that playing with it anyway was that much more thrilling. Twilight was no exception to that principle. She started out resistant, worried, but quickly was sighing just like when it was her pussy being eaten.

Flurry let her enjoy the sensation for a while. But she knew from experience that it was unlikely to push her to orgasm. Flurry was a kind pony; she thought that now it was time to make Twilight cum, and she was ready to do it.

Once more, she lavished Twilight's clitoris. She stroked that pink nub on all sides with her tongue. She laid big smooching kisses on it. Once, twice, thrice. It was to pleasure what being stabbed was to pain.

Twilight did not last long under the onslaught of Flurry's mouth. Flurry was very pleased to discover that when her aunt came, she came. Twilight yelled loudly; she convulsed, as all her muscles tightened at once. Her pussy gushed marecum all over Flurry's face. Flurry loved that. "Oooh, I didn't know you were a squirter too, auntie," she cooed. She drank Twilight's cum. She brought her hooves to her face and rubbed what hadn't landed in her mouth into her fur and hide.

She rolled over then. This was Twilight's first time, and she needed a chance to rest. Even if it hadn't been, Flurry knew she was an intense mare, and that Twilight would have needed a break anyway.

But once a few minutes had passed, it was Flurry's turn. And Flurry was extremely horny. As opposed to her usual state of being merely very horny. She stepped over Twilight, straddling her once again, but this time facing the opposite direction. "You look like you're having fun there. I don't suppose you'd mind sharing?~" She laid down, resting on top of Twilight, and putting her hindquarters directly in front of her face. She flicked her tail to the side, making sure Twilight had a perfect view of her cunt and asshole. She laid her head atop Twilight's teats while she waited for her to begin.

Twilight was hesitant, that was natural. Twilight lapped cautiously at Flurry's marehood. Flurry gasped loudly as she felt her aunt's tongue touch her. Twilight may have been inexperienced, but the delicious wrongness of the whole situation more than made up for it. It was all about attitude, really. For Flurry, this wasn't mediocre cunnilingus, as some ponies might have described it, this was cunnilingus from family. Her head lay against Twilight's crotch; she could hear the blood rushing underneath the skin. She shared some of that blood.

Then Twilight began to use her magic, and Flurry was prouder of her aunt than she ever had been before: she knew her strengths and her weaknesses. Flurry didn't rely on magic during sex much because she didn't need to. That wasn't the case with Twilight. Twilight's magic reached deep inside Flurry until her eyes rolled back.

She couldn't see the violet glow covering every inch of her vagina and vulva, and didn't need to. She could feel it. That glorious, tickling energy. It was hard to concentrate. Twilight was still licking, but that was nothing compared to how her magic touched her in ways no physical member could ever hope to.

Flurry buried her face in Twilight's teats. Fuck, she wasn't supposed to be this good. Her pussy was glowing, both literally and figuratively. There was a tingling pressure against her walls. And her clit... Twilight wielded her horn much better than her tongue, and words could not describe it beyond that.

Flurry moaned and panted as loud as she could, trying to stretch her throat as much as her cunt was being stretched. It was truly blissful sex. And that was at the most basic level. Flurry continually reminded herself that this wasn't just anypony she was fucking, it was family. Every nerve in her body buzzed with electricity each time she thought that.

She came much sooner than she had been planning too, but no less forcefully. She rolled her hips down, pressing herself against Twilight's face. She felt her wetness surge briefly before tightly contracting muscles sprayed it all out. Twilight had covered her in her marecum, so it was only fair that she do the same. Not that she really thought about it, she was too busy cumming. Waves of pleasure rocked her. She clung on to Twilight beneath her, like she was a life-preserver.

Flurry's best orgasms were always like storms. She loved how they shook her, threw her around. And, of course, left everything soaking wet.

A very satisfied Flurry Heart rolled off of a satisfied Twilight Sparkle. Flurry turned herself around to lay the same direction. She snuggled up against her aunt. "You were good," she said with a smile, "We need to do this more."

Twilight didn't answer. She seemed dazed.

"You alright, Twily?"

Twilight sighed. "We—It was wonderful. But we never should have done this." She moaned and covered her face with her hooves. "What's Cadance going to do when she finds out?"

Flurry shrugged. "Who said my mom needs to find out? There's lots of stuff she doesn't know. Besides, you don't worry about it. Everything's my fault anyway." She wrapped her wing around Twilight. "I may not have my cutie mark yet, but I'm like nintey nine percent sure I'm gonna end up being the Princess of Sex. Here, let me show you."

Twilight was a high-strung mare, even after a good fucking. But Flurry was glad to see her really relax a bit, as they started round two. And three. And so on until the sun came up. Flurry loved her aunt.