Anon Bangs Cookie Crumbles

Tastes like Cookie

‘That will not do.’

Rarity nipped the inside of Anon’s thigh - just hard enough to jolt him awake… and just light enough so as to not draw blood.

“Yeowch!” Anon hopped up to his feet in surprise.

Rarity watched as Anon stumbled away from the bed, naked from the waist down. She really didn’t think he looked so strange without pants... aside from the way his stallionhood flopped about comically, that is. If he ever did go bottomless like a civilized pony, the strong legs and cute bottom he sported would surely catch the eyes of most mares in town.

Though, as a fashion salespony, perhaps she shouldn’t encourage him to go au naturelle - at the very least she’d lose out on some good pant sales... At the worst, she’d be confronted with the sight of that scrumptious organ and strangely arousing human-body.

All. The. Time.

She’d hate for Anon to see that he held sway over her desires.

Still stumbling, Anon his way over to the pitcher of water Rarity always kept in her room (handy for a late-night sewing sprint session). He must be quite thirsty after his recent release, judging by the way he chugged water directly from the pitcher, water pouring down his chest.

From his demeanor, Rarity worried that he might be satisfied with receiving a quick blowjob from the two unicorn mares… and that would simply not do: she was going to see to it that her darling mother had the experience of a lifetime.

Thinking quickly, Rarity reached over to Cookie, running a hoof along the mare’s lower spine. The poor, exhausted mare was still working her tongue around her mouth between labored gasps, trying to lap up every last vestige of the human’s generous donation.

Tracing her hoof further and further down, Rarity took a bountiful grip of her mother’s right flank. She could feel the coiled power just under Cookie’s fur - the strong muscles were a testament to all the hard workouts the older mare pursued with regularity. With a grin, Rarity pulled the asscheek away from the right, dragging the taut skin of Cookie’s plump marehood open, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination of anypony that might be behind them… like a certain human.

“Oh Anon, if you're so thirsty, I think I have a sweeter drink for you right here.”

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The large man whistled softly. He cast a smile in the direction of both the beautiful mare, though his eyes were locked with Cookie’s.

“B-but… I, uh… I h-haven’t had anypony kiss me down there since…” Rarity heard her mother bashfully admit, even as she shivered with excitement, purple tail wagging slightly.

Anon didn’t say a word. With two powerful strides he crossed the bedroom with confidence, his smile growing predatory and fierce, like a wolf about to chow down on a lonely sheep.

“Oh oh m-my…” Cookie squeaked. Rarity could sense the nervous mixture of fear and excitement as the human came closer. “...d-do be gentleeuhnnnnghhh!”

The mare’s plaintive request was lost in a wailing groan.

Anon had used no tact or art, simply burying his face into Cookie’s marehood. His nose was pressing into her love-canal, perfectly positioning the older mare’s sensitive clitoris in his mouth, which he promptly suckled on like a hungry foal.

Rarity released her hoof-grip, letting the plump lips of her mother’s pussy close on the human’s face. She was going to fully enjoy her front-row seats to this little show.

She quickly discerned Anon was by no means a skilled expert: Rarity had met many stallions (and mares) who could leave the strange human far behind when it came to technique and execution. She wasn’t particularly excited to see him doing little more than sucking and motorboating like some college-aged frat colt.

But he more made up for his cunnilingual bluntness with his exotic and active fingers... and his enthusiasm.

And the fact that the mare he was tongue-fucking was her mother.

With each pulsating throb of her mother’s slick, bit-sized love-bud... each gasping moan of winking nub into pursed lips... each quivering, desperate, backwards grind... Rarity felt herself wishing she could be participating herself.

Her own bud, which was similar in size and shape to Cookie’s, slipped in and out of her drooling nethers in unison with her mother... each wink synchronized to the spectacle she was watching.

“Oh! Oh! OH YES!” Cookie began to whine, her right leg kicking and twitching. Rarity chuckled internally - she’d always felt the same twitch just before she experienced her own climaxes.

Her mother’s rear thrashed left and right, slamming backwards with instinctive need, smushing herself against the human’s face as she sought her desperately needed release. Leaning closer to her mother’s writhing face, Rarity cooed slightly, stroking her mother’s mane to comfort her as Cookie endured her ‘little death’... but she couldn’t respond: she’d taken a small fold of Rarity’s blanket into her clenched teeth - an attempt to withstand the overflowing sensation of the moment.

And then, to Rarity’s complete surprise… Anon stopped.

“Mmm… fuckin’ A, that top quality pussy, Rarity’s mom… you taste like chocolate chip cookies!”

Rarity shot a nasty glare at Anon, trying to discern if he was done or just taking a break. But when the human stood back up, idly pawing at his flaccid penis, she realized what he was doing. And it was unforgivable.

“Anon! You… you cad!” Rarity spat, whirling on the human. “How dare you leave this poor gentlemare in such a state, teasing her right to the edge… only to leave her wanting?”

“Huh? What do you mea-” Anon began.

“Ohhh….. Celestia…. P-please!” Cookie groaned out, the drool covered blanket momentarily released so that she could beg. “I… w-was… so close!”

“Oh, that.” Anon shrugged as he began to massage his length with his right hand, coaxing blood back into his phallus as he tried to regain an erection. “I’m not here for HER… I’m here for ME Rares… and I like my mares to be a little desperate when I finally get around to fuckin’ ‘em.”

“Horrid!” Rarity complained, shaking her head hard enough to shake her mane. “Absolutely horrid! Selfish, boorish, unacceptable!”

“Whatever. My tongue is tired, so I ain’t doin’ any more.” Anon smirked. Rarity could tell some depraved idea was brewing in his mind. “But… y’know… if you wanted to finish her off, I wouldn’t object. Might even help me get ‘little Anon’ up and running again.”

Rarity felt a sinking feeling ripple through her, her stomach dropping at the realization of what the human was suggesting. Her eyes shot to her mother’s drooling marehood, which was winking wide open, her pink, twisting inner folds laid bare… clear pungent nectar dripping in sticky spurts to the bedroom floor.

On a different night… with another mare… it wouldn't even be a question.

Rarity was no stranger to helping our another ‘mare in need’. She was no 'country-prude' with outdated sensibilities like Applejack or some other Ponyvillian mares… she’d learned quickly in the Canterlot social circles that the rule was ‘mares look out for mares’.

And her oral skills were famous among the elite - including those of the elite that did not possess a stallionhood.

But her own mother!?

Rarity swallowed the drool collecting in her mouth. Whether it had accumulated from nervousness or from repressed desire was not something she would dwell on.

“P-p-pleaseee…..” The whining moan from Cookie made Rarity’s ears flick to attention. Her desperate mother was writhing in interrupted agony, her rump waggling in desperation that somepony… anypony would relieve her.

Anon simply crossed his arms with a grin and pointed at the drooling purple mom-pussy. “Your call, Rara.”

Could she? Would she? It felt like it would be something she could never forgive herself for doing - that her mother would never forgive her for doing… a line nopony should cross…. But why?

Hadn’t they already done the unforgivable? Their tongues and mouths had entwined over the human’s stallionhood just moments ago… and Cookie had confided such intimate secrets with her… perhaps it was… right?

She didn't feel like anything had changed. Sure, she'd opened up all sorts of new feelings… loves and lusts she'd never even known dwelled within her… but Celestia hadn't smote her where she stood. She wasn’t undergoing some existential crisis. She didn’t feel like a bad pony.

Then again, their tongue contact had been over somepony else’s organ. Accidental. Unintentional.

This would be Rarity directly giving sexual pleasure to her mother, the mare who had raised her! Who had tucked her in at night. Who had given her her first sewing machine. Who had loved her with the pure devotion that only a mother could! Could she taint that with this… lust… this desire?

Was that right?

But Gods she needed to be there for her. Wanted to be with her.

And hadn’t all those years in the fashion and social world taught her that all these sexual proclivities were nothing more than stodgy old rules and restrictions? That taboos were just hang-ups that prevented ponies from getting over the distance between their hearts, their souls?

It was all so much easier when it was a close friend, or business associate, or some beautiful young model… when it wasn’t her mother. And when her loins weren’t absolutely dripping.

And yet… perhaps that pure love Rarity felt for Cookie, and that she knew Cookie felt for her… perhaps she could express it in this way. She could at least try. Thinking it out, Rarity realised what that sinking feeling in her stomach really was. Deep down she wanted to try it.

Swallowing her fear, Rarity took up position behind her mother’s quivering plot. ‘Just pretend… pretend it’s another mare… like Sassy Saddles… or Fleur!

But it wasn’t.

This was her mother. There was no way to fool herself otherwise.

If it wasn’t her shapely, beautiful, flanks, her familiar frame, and unique hairstyle… it was her scent. The same one that Rarity associated with warm kitchens on Saturday mornings, with happy hugs upon returning home from school… with the comforting embrace of home… of mom.

That poignant nostalgia mixed with the heady, musky sweet smells of desire, of femininity… of sex... pouring from the steaming snatch just in front of Rarity’s muzzle. It was so strange to consider her mother as her sexual partner, right in front of her in flesh and blood, as somepony she could conquer… who she would conquer.

With a long, languishing lick, Rarity crossed the forbidden line.

The heat of her mother’s marehood filled her mouth. Rarity took the tangy sweetness into her muzzle - the poor thing was filled with nectar, juices pooling deeply inside her plump sex. With the skills of a true connoisseur, Rarity slid the darting edge of her tongue along the delicate boundary between Cookie’s inner and outer folds, teasing her by tracing little circles around the clenching, powerful tunnel of love that begged for even more attention.

“P-pleeasee….” The groan barely reached Rarity’s ears, letting her know that her ministrations were effective. But she wasn’t about to give her mother the release she sought just yet.

Flattening her tongue, Rarity slid her pink wet muscle up, dragging it along the whole of Cookie’s dripping, winking gash… continuing up to her mother’s tight, round tailhole.

“Eeep!” Cookie squeaked out, body tightening in surprise and tension at the strange sensation.

She really hadn’t had much variety in her sex life, Rarity realized.

Not wanting to take her mother too far, too quickly, Rarity held off from entering Cookie’s tailhole. Instead, she wrapped her tongue around her tight, little ponut, slathering it with warm saliva...tempting it with the exciting possibilities of what could be... if only it would dare to part and allow the writhing intruder to explore its depths.

Cookie started to relax, her tensed muscles melting into comfort once she realized that her daughter’s tongue wouldn’t invade her forbidden backdoor.

Rarity’s grin grew - this would be the perfect time to give her mother a shocking injection of pleasure. She pulled back, curled her tongue into a tight fleshy spear... and drove it deep into Cookie’s cunt, shoving her whole muzzle against her mother’s clenching plot - even using her hooves to grip her powerful ass for leverage.

“Oh oh oh...b-b-buck!” Cookie flexed upward, her whole back arching with pleasure… then shoved her bountiful flanks backwards into her daughter’s face. “That’s… s-so… g-good! R-rarity!”

‘That’s your mother moaning out for you! Rarity’s pulse quickened, hearing her mother call out her name with such wantonness, such passion. In all the thousands of times, she’d heard her mother call for her, it had never sounded like that. The fire in her breast fanned hotter.

Rarity curled her tongue upwards to press firmly against the grooves and folds of her mother’s pussy-ceiling.

A strange thought fluttered through her head - the last time she’d been here… she wasn’t even born yet. Rarity giggled at the naughtiness of the thought, swirling her tongue against the quivering roof, searching for the spot which would drive Cookie over the edge,

“F-fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

The passionate chirps from her mother were coming faster now. The tempo of her winks faster than one of Vinyl’s concerts. And she wasn’t alone.

Rarity’s marehood also drooled and throbbed with excitement. Grinding her thighs together was no longer enough. ‘Buck it, I need more!’ - she jammed a hoof between her legs, grinding her frog against her boiling cunt and throbbing, exposed clit.

“Mmm… mom…” Rarity groaned out into her mother’s cunt, her words lost in Cookie’s heat.

“Rarity… puh-please!”

‘She’s… going to pop!’ She couldn’t draw this out any longer: Rarity snapped her horn to life, magical power wrapping under her mother’s belly, helping to deftly roll the nearly-climaxing mare from her stomach onto her back, with her hindquarters at the edge of the soaked bed.

Rarity inspected her prey. Cookie was in a state of thrashing passion, coaxed to the edge and held there for so long that she’d be going mad. Her beehive mane, usually so precisely done up, had come undone as she rolled over, spilling her luxurious long purple locks across the bedspread, making her appear like a feral tribesmare.

With a deep breath, Rarity plunged forward. Looking up through her mother’s thighs, over her cute little belly, her adorable neck, and up to her beaming, flushed, gorgeous face, Rarity needed a moment to marvel. Her mother truly was a beautiful mare.

‘I always said it runs in the family’ Rarity thought to herself, coyly.

Cookie was looking back at her, deep blue irises struggling to focus, rolling and dopey, lost in a sea of passion… until she managed to locked gazes with her daughter. From under her sweaty brow, over her pounding ribcage - jumping with her throbbing heartbeat… Cookie was looking right at her, in all her sexual prowess and predation... and she smiled.

“Rarity…”

Smiling back, Rarity broke their gaze - refocusing on the beautiful marehood off her nose… then dove forward, taking her mother’s winking clitoris into her mouth and suckling with all the force she could muster. She’d pinned her mother’s lovebud in an extended, winking state with her powerful tongue, not letting it withdraw from the overwhelming lashing she was delivering to it, sparking off every nerve ending in that bundle of flesh.

“YES! OH CELESTIA YES!” The scream shattered the thick sex-stained air.

Cookie’s legs wrap around Rarity’s head, locking her in place. The mare’s agonic throes became violent - unhinged. Her right rear hoof kicked and pawed unconsciously at the empty air… and she finally came.

She came hard.

The rhythmic contractions of her mother’s vagina pulled at Rarity, milking her tongue as though it were some stallion’s cock, twisting and grasping for a squirt of seed that would never come. The sheer ferocity of Cookie’s climax made Rarity’s eyes widen - she’d never seen anything like it.

Squirt after squirt shot from Cookie’s cunt, splattering into Rarity’s mouth and down her chin, adding to the already obscenely large mess on the floor.

‘Don’t stop! She’s counting on you!’ Rarity did her duty - suckling gently at her mother’s clit, giving her a complete experience, helping her to ride out the whole of her orgasm.

It felt like it was lasting forever. Scream after scream. Clench after clench. Minutes passed…

Slowly the waves of her mother’s climactic finish subsided. Each cascading, crashing paroxysm of pleasure becoming slower, smaller… her muscle tone slowly unlocking, relaxing… eventually releasing Rarity’s face from its musky, sticky prison.

Breaking free, Rarity gasped a deep breath of air, bringing a hoof to her chin to wipe her mother’s drippings from her fur. An exhausted hoof stroking her arm caught her attention - Cookie was looking at her with a weak, satisfied smile... her sweaty face beaming with pride.

“My beautiful little girl…”

‘She loves me so much. Almost as much as I love her.’ Rarity smiled back. She could feel tears of joy forming in her eye, her heart swelling wi-

“Excuse me, ladies… but I think it’s time I made this a three-player game.”

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