“Umm… anytime you wanna… y’know… start…” Anon grunted down at the panting mare between his legs, “...giving me a blowjob… feel free?”

Cookie looked up with a startled glance, unsure eyes darting from Anon to Rarity before she nodded timidly. “S-sure… I remember those… I uh... I know how to give a blowjob.” The word seemed to hang in her mouth like it was from a foreign language.

Rarity couldn't help it. Her nervous cuteness was just far too adorable. It took all she had to avoid chuckling as her mother drew her wet nose up the impressive human’s cock, approaching his shiny-slick mushroom tip. Cookie’s tentative tongue darted from her mouth, cautiously touching the strange bit of string-like tissue between the human’s glans and his shaft as if afraid the contact might scald her.

Then she blew.

Rarity watched as Cookie pursed her lips into a small whistling shape, and blew a warm stream of air across Anon’s cockhead.

“Umm… what are you… doing?” Anon asked.

Rarity cringed on her mother’s behalf, nopony liked being made to feel like a silly novice during such intimate moments. Poor Cookie looked up at the human with embarrassment, before letting out a little squeak. “...um… a blowjob?”

Anon groaned. “I swear if you weren’t so cute about it I’d be losing my shit right about now.” The human scowled over at Rarity with a shake of his head. “How in the fuck does the mother of the queen of blowjobs not know what a blowie is?”

Rarity bristled. She wasn’t sure whether to take that statement as a compliment or an insult.

On the one hoof, she did know that her technique was excellent. She’d be famous among the Canterlot circles if the gentlecolts were predisposed to kiss and tell (they were not). On the other hoof, she didn’t like what the human might be implying about her untarnished reputation as an upstanding member of Ponyvillian society.

Rolling his head to one side with a disappointed shake, Anon addressed Rarity plainly. “Can you get over here and show your mother how to do this properly?”

Rarity took a step forward. Her tail was already starting to flag up, her tongue darting around in her mouth, moistening her gums and muzzle. Celestia, she’d really gotten excited from watching her mother service that studly organ.

She stopped, her mind coming back to the fore and overriding the momentary lapse of her overriding desire. She couldn’t let herself, or her mother, be directed around by this brute! She wasn’t some meek little maid!

Rarity cleared her throat before speaking. “Perhaps she just couldn’t stand the odious stench from your horrid little twig. I doubt that you’ve cleaned it since the last time you managed to rut your own bottom.”

It felt so good to let a little of the venom slip! That would put this upstart in his place - she was a lady! And despite his… imposing nature - Rarity was not a mare who mounted the breeding post meekly for studding - they would have to earn it!

“Jeez Rarity, I didn’t realize you spent so much time imagining me fucking my ass.” Anon was smiling. Rarity could tell that he enjoyed the little repartee as much as she did. “Not that I’ve ever tried, but I’m flattered you think I’m so flexible. If you wanted a demonstration you just had to ask.” His face shifted again to a more serious frown, and he pointed at his crotch with more conviction: “still… hurry up and get on this.”

“Moi? On that… pathet-” Rarity’s mind hiccuped mid-phrase, she couldn’t pretend any longer that the towering flesh was inadequate - it might the largest she’d ever seen with her own eyes. “-monstrously grotesque thing? Never..”

“Right, well - guess we’re done here then.” Anon yawned, reaching out to grab his underwear from the heap on the floor it lay in.

“Wait!” Cookie’s voice shot out, her head shooting up with ears back in alarm.

Rarity tried to keep her smug confidence on her face despite Cookie’s pleading eyes. ‘Mother don’t you realize it’s a bluff? You’re playing right into his hands!’

Seeing no immediate support from her daughter, Cookie tried to save things once again. “I-I can do better!” She opened her mouth comically wide while making an *ah* sound as she approached the phallus.

Rarity could wait no longer, she had to help her mother. With a single swift motion, she slid in between the human's legs, fired a quick wink at her mother and whispered warmly. “You need to do it like this.”

Rarity started at the base of the strange pink shaft, her long tongue reaching out to the alienly wiry short hairs on Anon’s sizable sack before she drew it up and up and up. The short hairs transitioned to smooth skin... an eternity of smooth skin, with no medial ring to play with before she reached the burbling mess that was the human’s cockhead.

She swirled her tongue with controlled violence around the underside of his glans, tastebuds exploding with sensations. Her whole muzzle filled with the rich musky waves of pheromones laden juices pouring from his genitals. Rarity swallowed instinctively, taking those early drippings of his essence deeper into herself with groans of satisfaction.

She’d been with star hoofball stud-athletes, Wonderbolt celebrities who oozed with 'Eau de stud' and none of them even held a candle to the overpowering flavor he exuded. Some cosmic joke had resulted in the universe’s most apt pony-lover being this… this… Anonymous.

“Go on… get back in there, Rarity’s-mom.” Rarity heard the voice call from above her a half-moment before her tongue felt a new writhing sensation dancing about the tip of the human’s phallus: her mother’s tongue!

An initial, immediate reaction urged Rarity to pull back in shock and disgust at making tongue contact with her mother... but it was quickly suppressed. This wasn’t the first time she’d played a skin-flute with a female partner. What with the gender ratio in Equestria it wasn’t exactly uncommon.

But, her brain screamed in protest, this was her mother!

“Mmm… oh fuck… that’s so fuckin’ good.” Anon groaned leaning back onto the bed.

Rarity slipped her mouth all the way up and took the end of the human’s penis into her mouth completely, suckling like a foal at its… mother’s… teat. The thought felt uncomfortable, given the circumstances... and exciting… After all, her mother’s tongue was presently draped across the human's upper shaft, only inches away from sliding into her sucking mouth.

Pushing the thought aside, Rarity began to bob with intensity, swirling her tongue with as much speed as she could muster, like some kind of pink, fleshy blender. She couldn’t get much of Anon’s fat cock into her mouth - it was forcing her to stretch her muzzle uncomfortably wide to avoid scraping her teeth along his delicate flesh, but she wasn’t worried: Cookie seemed to be taking good care of his lower shift.

“Fuuuuuck me… that’s amazing.” Anon groaned.

But Rarity was starting to get frustrated. She’d used this swirling, bobbing technique many times to great effect. Even studs with legendary reputations from the most prestigious of upper-crust Canterlot sex-circles (colts who would have been no strangers to casual sexual encounters with beautiful mares) could rarely last more than a few seconds under this kind of attention... and that was when she was working a shaft solo!

Already, Anon had now been going for minutes with two mares lavishing him! How?

More frustration followed when the human’s left hand made its way into her mane, pushing down with urging force, hoping to drive his insistent penis deeper into Rarity’s completely stuffed mouth.

Immediately Rarity pulled off of him, her horn snapping alight with a menacing burst of crackling magical energy. She looked into the man’s eyes, staring pure icy-daggers at him.

“Touch my mane again and you die.”

“Fine! Ok! What the fuuu….ughnn….” Anon’s invective broke into a moan.

Cookie had quickly replaced Rarity on the end of the human’s shaft, taking Anon’s cock into herself in the same she’d just seen her daughter do, bobbing her mouth at a faster rate while making little squeaking grunts - her eyes shut with focus and sensation.

Rarity grinned at her mother’s effort.

Amateurish, at best… but with enough enthusiasm to make up for the lack of subtlety. Rarity leaned closer to the action, finding a comfortable place lower down, where she could explore the human’s testicles with her mouth and tongue.

Just above Rarity’s little testicular expedition, sticky wet drool slid down the sides of Anon’s drenched penis from Cookie’s attempts to swallow as much thick cock-sausage as she could manage.

Rarity’d had Prench kisses with less spit swapped.

A massaging, comforting hand had found its way to Rarity’s rear - the same offending hand from earlier now put to good use... kneading and massaging her plot, drawing grasping circles of passionate intensity that drew ever closer to her backside and wet, engorged furrow. A quick backward glance, revealed that the human had helped himself to two handfuls of pony-bottom: his left hand was groping her, while his right was already playing underneath her mother’s flagging tail.

Rarity flexed her spine, easing her tail up into the air and giving those wonderful human fingers license to come and play. The digits quickly accepted the invitation and slid under her dock, pressing against the upper rim of the tight pucker of her tail-hole, their movements more deliberate and exciting than any magic field or hoof she’d ever experienced.

“Mmm…. yeshhh…” The groan escaped her lips, unbidden.

Rarity rewarded the human’s playful explorations by taking his right ball into her mouth - which was no easy feat. His fat egg slid about in its cocoon of wrinkly pink flesh in her muzzle, a challenging target for Rarity’s delicate and protective tongue-play. She made sure to insulate Anon’s fragile stallion-bit from all the sharp surfaces of her mouth while giving it the closest thing to nirvana on Equus.

“MMmfff!” Rarity squeaked out, just barely managing to avoid chomping down from startled delight: the human had just slipped his hand down quickly to her marehood, easily sliding two of his digits into her hot, drooling, twisting snatch and hooking them up in a ‘come-hither’ gesture to take hold of her fat clitoris... from the inside.

Through her fluttering eyelashes, Rarity could see that her mother was receiving similar treatment. Cookie’s eyes rolled in pleasure, her pace slowing as the human dextrously finger-fucked both of them.

In mere moments, Rarity was winking into the strange and exotic feel of those spidery phalanges pressing against her inner love-bud… she couldn’t even imagine what her less-experienced mother might be feeling... though she envied her the sweet syrupy stud-essence that must be pouring down her gullet.

“Aw… awww f-fuck… g-girls!” Anon grunted.

Rarity felt the single fleshy ball in her mouth begin to clench and tremble, slipping out of her maw as it drew back to his body - she let it slide out, knowing what it meant was about to ‘come’… finally!

With a mischievous smile, Rarity simply watched while her mother’s eyes shot open in alarm, the fat fleshy stallionhood in her throat expanding and throbbing, the bulge easily visible through her slender neck.

Once, twice, three times… four times! Cookie could take no more.

“Bleghh… cough cough cough!” The mare finally pulled off of the spurting cock semen spilling from her mouth in heavy splats and falling down to coat the human’s balls. Poor Cookie had no time to react, as the end of the thick cock continued to pulse and fire. A thick rope of semen splattered off the left side of Cookie’s snout, followed by a second, then a third shot, leaving steaming white sticky strands painted across the mare’s coat.

“Oh my.” Rarity giggled, moving her mother out of the way so she wouldn’t continue to get splattered over and over right in her face. As she did so, Rarity caught a misfire of her own, a thick glob splattering on the edge of her lower lip and dribbling down and off her chin. The best memories always did seem to be the messiest. Her tongue instinctively snaked out and lapped up the human’s offering.

“Oh my.”

The taste was wonderful. Heady. Magical. Some sorcery - must have been present!

The chemicals made her horn spark and fizzle with rapturous joy. Like a beautiful delicate rose in spring, her sexual femininity bloomed and flowered in her soul as the slick substance slid down her throat. Flames of passion boiled up into an impossible inferno, the torrent of lust had become a flood. For just a moment her sanity slipped - some primal desire inside her wanted nothing more than to suck, to lick, to ingest, to fuck and to be fucked.

To be bred.

Then Anon stumbled back, slumping back on the bed, collapsing backward with a happy groan as the twelfth ejaculatory pulse dribbled out of him, a pathetic trickle after the firehose-like streams he’d just fired off. “That… was… fuckin’... great…”

Rarity saw the human’s eyes drooping, his eyelids becoming heavy: he was flirting with the prospect of happy, post-coital blissful sleep.

‘That will not do.’

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Watch out Anon... you aren't going to escape this with only a dick-sucking.

You've roused the beast... you've woken the dragon... you made Rarity horny!

He better strap in!

In all seriousness, I really did want to make this whole fic a bit of a journey for Rarity... as she pushes through the moral taboos around her family, much like she's done in the past (in this canon) around sexual taboos and partnerships in the fashion and Canterlot circles.

We'll continue to see her grow... or fall... in this direction.