Spoiled Rotten, Diamond Rough

Another urgent message, another two-day business trip, and yet another weekend alone with her mother. She loved her mom dearly, but Spoiled Rich had never stopped nitpicking and she’d never stopped demanding more than Di could give.

Some days she wished Daddy wasn’t so good at his job. There had to be some other pony out there with the business acumen to solve the little everyday catastrophes. True to his name, Filthy Rich could buy a whole team of businessponies if he wanted to, but his underlings didn’t want to be responsible for the next big blunder and Filthy Rich couldn’t let go of the reins long enough to let them try. He and Mom sure were a pair.

Speaking of controlling—

“These earrings, Diamond Tiara,” said Spoiled Rich as she swilled her martini glass. “Where did you get them?” With that tone, it might have been a compliment and it might have been worse.

Di knew her too well. She tossed her curls over her ear, hiding her jewelry from view. “The girls bought them for me.”

Her nose, which some would graciously call ‘dainty’ and others ‘pinched’, rose further into the air. “They’re so plain,” she muttered. “Do you want to blend in, or do you want to stand out?” She gestured toward her dress, which had so many overlapping panels down the bodice and was so heavily starched that it could have passed for origami.

“I’d rather be comfortable on my free weekend, Mother.”

“Jewels are comfortable!” she insisted. “You really should wear the jewels I buy you. Star sapphires let everyone know who they’re dealing with, and the color brings out the best of your complexion.”

“I don’t wear these for my complexion!” she said, her voice rising unchecked. “They’re more than just rocks, Mom. They’re—”

“They’re symbols,” Spoiled interrupted, “of what a pony is made of. Anypony can wear pearls. Why should you when you could be a star, Diamond Tiara?”

Di glared at her empty glass as if to scare it into refilling itself. “These pearls are a symbol of our friendship—and my friends call me Di.”

“And you know how I feel about that,” Spoiled said sharply. “You are not a die to be rolled on a whim at the mercy of fate. You are a diamond, and I will see you treated as one.”

Di considered putting her hooves up on the coffee table out of spite. “If I’m so great and perfect, then why do you always complain about everything that makes me me?”

“I’m not complaining!” Spoiled complained. “I’m trying to make you understand. I know that class isn’t everything, but you can still have some self-respect. Your parents deserve to see that much from you. We worked hard to get you where you are today, and—”

“Daddy worked hard,” Di muttered.

Spoiled glowered at her through a martini glass. “I worked hard,” she spat, “to teach you things that you didn’t want to learn. I understand that not all of the lessons I’d learned as a filly are the right lessons for your generation, but I still had much to say and you still have much to hear. You wouldn’t be where you are today if I hadn’t been there to push you.”

Di raised her forelegs wide. “You push me away from my friends!”

“You can have more than friends. You can have accolades! You can have glory! Those will be enough to find you friends who deserve you.”

“What kind of friends do you deserve, Mom?! What kind of friends do you even have?”

The echoes of her shout died slowly. Silence filled the room, thick and heavy. Spoiled Rich calmly drained her glass and placed it upon the coffee table, then turned to meet her daughter with a level gaze. “I don’t,” she replied. “I see your friends’ parents now and then, and the spouses of business partners, but I spend most of my time here, maintaining the estate that your father built for us. I maintain this estate so you will have somewhere to come back to when you are done becoming whatever it is you will become after college.”

Di stared at her hooves in her lap. This is it. This is my weekend. This is my life.

“Fuck me,” she muttered under her breath.

“What did you say?”

“I said I’m sorry!” Di snapped. She threw herself to her hooves. “Let me get you a refill, Mom.”

Spoiled nodded. “Thank you, Diamond Tiara.” She nudged her glass toward her daughter, who snatched it on her way to the kitchen for some fresh air. “Don’t worry; your father will be home tomorrow.”

Di snorted, a sad little chuckle in the face of it all.

“Just one more day,” each mare told herself. One pressed her hoof to her forehead. The other slipped a vial from her satchel while her mom wasn’t looking.

Spoiled was still kneading her temples when her daughter returned, but she’d moved to the chaise longue. Laying as she was, upon her back with her head raised, made her stiff and uncomfortable dress look all the more stiff and uncomfortable. “Hey, Mom,” Di said as she approached, the words cheerful and forced. She passed Spoiled her martini glass, careful not to spill a drop. “I have something new for you to try.”

Spoiled eyed her daughter through the bubbling blue beverage in her glass. It fizzed gently, thin streams escaping from the bottom of the glass to the top with the faintest of hisses. “Where’s yours?” she asked suspiciously. “This isn’t a prank, is it? You know how I feel about comedy.”

“That it’s best at other ponies’ expense, not your own?”

She snorted indelicately, and her sneer returned. “Quite so.”

“Don’t worry, Mom. This is something one of the girls made for me at school,” Di assured her, though her heart was pounding like a rabbit’s foot in her chest. “I already drank mine. It’s best if you drink it all at once.”

“That usually means it tastes bad,” Spoiled muttered. She pursed her lips around the edge of her glass and took a sip; her eyes lit up in surprise as the bubbles burst upon her tongue. “Oh! Very interesting.” She ran her tongue over the roof of her mouth, savoring the sensation. “What’s in this? It feels almost like club soda, but…” She tipped the glass and let the drink run down her throat. It tingled the whole way down, making her shiver with delight.

“Yeah, club soda and... and three drops of… How does it taste?” she asked brightly.

“Like a dream,” her mother purred. “Like…”

Di waited, but she said nothing more. She moved in with caution. “How are you feeling, Mom?”

Spoiled Rich turned to face her daughter. “I am feeling… good, Diamond Tiara.”

Her jaw dropped. Wow. They really did mean ‘forty winks’.

At first glance, her mother’s face was almost unrecognizable, as if the potion had changed her into a completely different pony. Her eyes had changed, hidden behind a lens of marbled blue and pink. That was obviously the potion’s doing. What surprised Di was that her mother had seemingly grown ten years younger in as many seconds.

The deep lines in her coat and the bags beneath her eyes; her stiff posture and her constant twitching as if barely holding back the urge to fix something; all of the tension and strain that had been a part of her mother’s identity for so long was gone, revealing smooth cheeks and a soft form sprawled upon the chaise without a care. Gone were the tight, twitching knots in her thigh and neck. For the first time Di could remember, her mother wore an honest smile—not a victorious smirk or a selfish grin, but a smile. It crinkled her crow’s feet and made them shine all the brighter, magic haze aside.

“Mom,” Di breathed. “You’re beautiful.”

Spoiled smiled and placed the rim of the glass to her lips. “Thank you, Diamond Tiara,” she murmured. “The herbal treatments must be working.”

It sure is. Di could have danced with glee if she wasn’t afraid that the excitement might counteract the effects of the potion. She placed a hoof upon the glass, and Spoiled let her take it away and place it upon the table. “You look very peaceful.”

Her mom’s gaze followed her hoof. “I feel very peaceful, Diamond Tiara,” she murmured.

She chuckled nervously. “You don’t have to use my full name all the time, Mom.”

“As you wish, Diamond.”

Yeah, she seems pretty ‘amenable’ to me, she thought with a smile. “Are you comfortable, Mom?”

“I am… somewhat comfortable, Diamond,” she replied, but she made no attempt to get up.

“Well, get comfy,” Di insisted. “You should get as comfy as you want to be. There’s nopony here but you and me. You can let go for a little while.”

Slowly Spoiled slid from the chaise. “Thank you, Diamond,” she said. “You’re so kind.” She stood upon her hindlegs, tangled her forehooves in the hem of her stiff dress, undid her zipper with an experienced flick of her tail, and pulled it up over her head.

Di let her eyes travel up her mother’s body from perfectly pedicured hooves to shapely calves, up along thighs soft but firm from years of yoga, over wide hips to a once-narrow waist and along the perfect dip of her spine. Is this what I’m going to be in twenty years? she asked herself. All this time I thought I’d end up as stiff and unpleasant as she did, but this…

Spoiled folded the dress in her hooves and dropped it neatly beside the chaise, then shook out her mane and tail. Waves of shades of dark purple glimmered in the light of the evening sun as they settled neatly into place between her shoulders and thighs.

Stars above. I’m going to be stunning.

Spoiled all but crawled back onto the chaise, laying flat on her belly with her forelegs crossed beneath her head. “I am now very comfortable, Diamond,” she murmured.

“It sure looks that way,” Di giggled, rubbing her neck with a forehoof. “You look comfier than I’ve ever seen you before, even after a spa day.”

“Ooh, a spa day,” Spoiled purred. “I love the spa.”

“Would that help?” Di asked. “Let’s just relax and rest tonight. What do you say?”

“Anything you want, Diamond,” she said.

Di smiled and shook her head. Maybe a little too amenable. “I want you to relax, Mom. What would help you relax?”

“I like…” She paused, considering the question. “I like spa days.”

Di glanced toward the door, then back at her mom. “I don’t know if going outside is the best idea right now.” She steeled herself for the question she just knew would be on her mother’s tongue.

It never came. “Alright, Diamond,” she said simply.

She heaved a sigh of relief. “You know what, Mom? We’ll have our own spa day.” Her mom cooed softly at the thought. “I know you have plenty of lotions and herbs and teas… Daddy even dug you your very own hot spring. We can do it right here at the house. What do you think of that? Would that be nice?”

“That would be nice, Diamond,” Spoiled replied, her voice muffled by her elbow. “Thank you.”

“Do you want to soak in the hot spring? Maybe a nice bubble bath with some lavender oil? You can have anything you want.”

“Anything… I want?” She paused again. She looked dazed, as if thinking wasn’t as easy as it should be. “A… massage?”

Di snorted. Of course she wouldn’t pick the easy way. “Sure, Mom,” she said instead. “I can do that.”

“Thank you, Diamond.”

She still remembered where her mom kept it all, in one of many baskets on one of many shelves in the master bath. There were too many lotions to name, though they sure gave it a try in an attempt to be the next standout brand. She found one that looked pleasant enough, hoped that the “soothing” and “relaxing” labels weren’t for show, and returned to the sitting room.

She stepped quietly across the hardwood floor. Part of her longed to see her mother napping on the couch, snoring as she always swore she didn’t. Another part of her, though, was excited to see her awake, alert enough, and waiting patiently for her daughter’s return. It was a strange situation, but Di finally had an opportunity to hang out with her mom without resorting to frayed nerves and snapping words. In a way, she was more grateful for that than for the peace and quiet she’d expected.

“Mom,” she said softly. She hopped up onto the couch beside Spoiled’s hooves. “I have the lotion. Ready for your massage?”

“Thank you, Diamond,” her mom said again, her voice as soft and blank as a foal’s flank. “I’m ready.”

Di climbed up over the curves of her mother’s thighs and straddled her just above the waist. She let her body rest gently upon her mother’s, who sighed happily at the warmth and weight upon her back. “Okay, Mom,” she said with a smile as she pumped two squirts of lotion onto her waiting hoof. A burst of cool mint floated through the air. “I have a deal for you. Let’s just talk. No more hiding or judging or being scared, you know? Just us mares. In return, I’ll treat you to your very own spa day.” She rubbed her hooves together to spread the lotion. Won’t that feel nice? A spa day?”

“Spa day,” her mom cooed. “Yay.”

“I’ll take that as a yes!” With that, she pressed her oiled hooves into her mother’s coat.

The effect was immediate. Spoiled groaned loudly, a growling, bestial sound Di knew well from their pre-pageant touch-ups at the Ponyville spa. As loose as she was, she managed to loosen up even more under her daughter’s touch until she was practically sinking into the cushion below. “Ooh… That’s good, honey. Very good.”

Honey. She beamed at the back of her mom’s head and dug the sides of her hooves in at either side of her spine, coaxing out a pop and a moan. When’s the last time I was her honey? Or her anything? “I love you, Mom. Really, I do. I’m sorry that we bicker so much.”

A long exhale turned into a longer purr as Di’s hooves crawled up her back to massage her shoulders. “I’ve never really said it, have I?” Spoiled said.

“Said what, Mom?” Di said distractedly.

“I love you.”

Her breath caught in her throat. Years of repressed emotions and hidden hopes came flooding to the forefront, finally acknowledged after two decades of waiting. Her coat felt ablaze with the warmth of the moment and her vision blurred.

She swallowed it down and blinked away her tears. She only had this chance. “Be honest with me, Mom,” she said, her voice a little rough. “Why do we have to fight so much? I really do love you, but I almost didn’t come to visit this weekend because I knew we’d just spend it at each other’s throats. Why can’t we get along?”

Spoiled was quiet for a moment but for a few low grunts as her daughter’s hooves found tender spots and coaxed the pain away. “Because I’m scared, Diamond,” she replied finally. “I try too hard to make you into somepony like me, because I’m afraid of what could happen if you’re not.”

“You’re not going to lose me that easily.” She rubbed another squirt of lotion between her hooves and gripped Spoiled by the neck, each hoof just beneath her head “You’re still my mom.”

‘“I could be a better mom,” Spoiled insisted. “I want you to be happy.”

“Honestly, Mom, I’m just happy to see you like this.” She steered her mother’s head gently, back and forth, side to side, stretching the tendons and massaging thick cordons of muscle. “You know, now that you’re not carrying so much tension, you look so young! You’re gorgeous, really.” Her hooves trailed down her mother’s neck. “I hope I look half as good as you when I’m your age.”

“Thank you, Diamond.” Her mom managed a smile, but it didn’t last long. “I’m not as sexy as I was, though. Your father doesn’t have that same fire he used to have. It’s my fault.”

Her hooves hesitated. “Oh.” A slow creep of heat turned her pink cheeks pinker. “Well, I mean…” She cleared her throat and pressed into her mom’s shoulders, but more like a kneading cat than a masseuse. “Sorry. I don’t really know what to say. That’s not the kind of thing you talk about with your daughter, Mom. You know?”

“I’m sorry, Diamond.”

“It’s okay,” Di said quickly, pressing firmly in circles just above her mom’s shoulder blades. “I mean, we’re sharing, right? I just didn’t expect it. You and I have never really talked about boys or anything.”

“Would you like to?” her mom asked, her voice muffled by her forelegs. “I thought you preferred girls.”

Di’s hoof slipped and she nearly sprawled across Spoiled’s back. “Mom!” she sputtered, her pink coat darkening around the cheeks and the bridge of her muzzle. “You knew? But we— I never told you—”

“You didn’t have to, honey,” Spoiled said, her voice as calm as ever and soothing. “Your father and I have known for a long time. It’s alright. After all, we had our fun with the other girls or the other boys when we were your age. We understand.”

Di’s hooves roamed along her mother’s forelegs, down her biceps and back up, gently squeezing the muscle through the soft layer above. “I’m not strictly a lesbian,” she said nervously. “I just… I just prefer girls. Usually. I still like boys too, but…”

“Don’t worry, honey. I know there are a lot of stories about parents taking these things the wrong way, but we’re not worried about grandfoals just yet.”

Di let out a breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding. “Oh, Mom,” she sighed. She laid down upon her mother’s back and wrapped her forehooves around her as best she could. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

Spoiled was silent for a long moment, just breathing, making the slight weight of her daughter’s body gently rise and fall. “Would you still like to share, honey?” she said eventually.

Di squeezed a little for good measure. “Sure, Mom.”

Spoiled thought it over as Di fell back into a rhythm. “What do you... look for in mares?” she asked eventually.

“Oh! Um…” Diamond slipped down her mother’s back, pressing into the muscles beneath her shoulders and down her spine. “I like… You know. What ponies normally like in a mare, I guess.”

“What do you young ponies normally like in a mare?”

“You know.” Di’s cheeks burned and her hooves quivered. Talking about this stuff with the other girls was one thing, but this wasn’t at all how she’d expected her weekend to go. “Nice, um… calves, I guess. And…”

“Silver Spoon has nice calves, doesn’t she,” Spoiled murmured. “Doesn’t she play soccer?”

Di ducked her head to hide a grimace. She and Silver Spoon were close, but things had changed.

When she looked up, her mother was staring back at her, eyes gleaming like crystals in swirling facets of pink and blue. “Do I have nice… calves, I guess?” she asked.

Di bit her lip and considered her thoughts from just moments ago. “Yeah, Mom,” she said softly. “You have nice calves.”

“Why doesn’t Filthy like my calves?”

“I’m sure he does!” she said hastily. “But he’s, you know, getting old. And he’s…”

“Distracted.” For the first time since the potion had taken its hold, emotion flavored her words, a sadness that ran deeper than any elixir could reach.

“Oh, Mom.” Di slid a soothing foreleg up and down her side. “He loves you,” Di assured her as she moved down to her rump. “He works so hard to take care of you. You know that, right?”

“It’s been ages since I’ve last had an orgasm.”

Her hooftips dug into her mom’s flesh a little too hard, eliciting a grunt of pain. “Sorry!” Di massaged the spot with the flat of her hoof. “Sorry. Just…”

“What is it, honey?”

“Well, we don’t really talk about— I know it’s just us mares, but…” She nervously laughed it off. “You know, Mom, Scoots was just saying how, um… funny story… how you needed to, you know…”

Her mom opened an eye. “Get fucked?”

Di’s muzzle scrunched up like she’d sucked a lemon. “Mom! Gross!”

“I’m sorry, Diamond. What do studs call it these days?”

“I-I don’t— I don’t know, m-making love?” she stammered. “Hav— Having—”

“I don’t want to make love,” Spoiled sighed. “I want him to be rough with me. Pull my tail. Take control. I want to be a toy crushed beneath his weight.”

“Mom,” Di said breathlessly, “don’t you think you’re sharing a little too much?”

Her mom turned her head once more, giving her daughter an innocent, uncomprehending stare with those magically shrouded eyes. The pattern was moving, pink and blue dancing in spirals. “What do you want me to share?”

“I don’t know, but—”

“I’d share it all with you, honey.”

Di’s hooves slowed to a halt, and she realized that she had placed one hoof on either side of her mom’s tail and had been slowly dragging them in circles, pulling them apart and pressing them together.

“I’d share myself with you, if you want me to.”

Her mom lifted her tail.

Before the sea of dark purples cleared, Di had already slapped her hooves over her eyes. “Mom!” she shrieked. “What are you doing?!”

“I’m… I’m sharing myself with you.”

Warm air hit her nostrils, scented with lust. She shook her head, but there was no escaping what she’d done. “I’m so sorry, Mom. It’s the potion talking. I didn’t know it would— I did this. I made you feel this way. I’m so sorry.”

“I have felt this way for months, Diamond, since your first visit home from university,” Spoiled said softly. “I used to think of you as my daughter and nothing more. I used to think of you as a successor, or an accessory, but you’ve become somepony very different and very special. Do you remember the first election you ever lost?”

“Class president,” Di mumbled through her hooves. Her mother’s muscular calves were burning hot beneath Di’s thighs, but she didn’t trust her shivering hindlegs to support her weight if she tried to stand. “What does that—”

“That is the day I realized that you aren’t just my daughter. You aren’t a part of me and your father. I watched you grow, honey. You have my pride, and everything good I could have given you, but you don’t have my weakness. You have become your own mare: a strong, capable, kind, and sexy young mare. You are everything I’ve always wanted to be and you turn me on like no one else can.”

“Mom…” Di lifted a hindleg and swung it slowly over her mother’s body. She perched at the edge of the chaise, her head in her hooves. “I don’t— You—”

“That’s why I keep you at a distance, Diamond,” Spoiled explained. “That’s why I’ve been so afraid to let my guard down around you. Your father is a wonderful stallion and he takes very good care of me, but there are things he can’t do. He defers to me. He’s gentle with me. He is the boss of his businesses but, here at home, I am the boss. I never wanted to be the boss, Diamond. It scares me.” She rolled onto her side. Di couldn’t look her in the eye and didn’t dare to look anywhere else. She could smell her mother’s arousal from where she sat. “I need someone to hold my hoof and tell me what to do, and who to be, and how to feel. I need someone strong and capable, who I trust more than anyone else in the world, to take me by the scruff of the neck and show me that they have my life under control. I’ve dreamed of this very moment, with you astride my back. I’ve dreamed of you pushing my face into the cushion while you do as you please—”

“Stop talking!”

Spoiled’s lips closed around her next words.

“I’m going to open my eyes,” Di said slowly. “I’m going to go and find the next best thing to Apple cider that you still have in this house and try to forget what just happened, and then I’m going to head down to Sweet Apple Acres for an antidote and any cider they might have in storage. You just stay inside and… and...” She scrunched up her nose behind her hooves. Her pink muzzle turned as red as a ripe cider apple. “Just stay here and get this out of your system. Take care of your urges. Okay, Mom? And be done before I get back.”

Spoiled didn’t say a word.

Diamond growled deep in her throat and her hooves fell to her thighs. “Okay?!” she barked. She turned to face her mom.

Spoiled was nodding rapidly. She’d stopped talking, just as her daughter had asked. She only breathed through her nose, quick and shallow, as her foreleg moved in jerks and thrusts between her thighs.

Di yelped and fell from her perch on the cushion, oblivious to the damp spot she’d left behind, landing hard on her back on the hardwood floor. Above her, staring down at her with curtained, swirling eyes, her mother masturbated for her.

The gears in Diamond’s mind were whirring but they’d been knocked out of sync. She just watched, frozen. She couldn’t see it, but she could hear the hoof moving against her mother’s— “You’re doing whatever I say,” she realized.

Spoiled curled up around her hoof, trembling with effort. She tried her best to keep quiet, but she couldn’t silence a moan through gritted teeth.

“Stop. You can talk, just… Stop doing that.”

Her mother’s hoof leaped from between her thighs and landed with a wet thud upon the upholstery of her favorite chaise longue. Spoiled’s breaths were ragged and raw and she trembled from ears to hooves, as if she’d just run a marathon with a stallion mounted on her back. “Any—” She heaved in a breath, swallowed roughly, and heaved another. “Anything for you, Diamond.”

Diamond Tiara stared up at the sodden hoof, outstretched and quivering. She turned to her mother’s eyes, and the spirals held within. She looked further down, to— She looked away. “I can’t deal with this,” Di said.

“What do you need, honey?” her mother panted. “I’ll give you anything…” The hoof pulled back, inched away from the edge of the chaise. “Anything you could ever want.” With her eyes locked to her daughter’s, Spoiled Rich pressed her hoof, slick with her own juices, to her lips and suckled gently.

The gears clicked into place. Di threw herself to her hooves and galloped to her satchel.

Textbooks ruffled and glass rattled until her trembling hoof found the other vial. “I can’t deal with this!” She took a deep breath and popped the cork. “I can’t— Give me some strength, Bloom.” The Domino Draft was thick and metallic. She downed it in one go.

Her heart burst with a cloud of red smoke and a flash of light.

Choking and sputtering at the taste, Di blinked the afterimages from her eyes and waved the smoke away. She looked up at her mom, who gazed back with barely a reaction, hoof still in her mouth. “Well, that was different than the—hng!”

Diamond Tiara’s body seized. Her core muscles squeezed, her legs tensed, and she froze in shock as she felt cool, slick droplets of arousal run down the inside of her thigh. Her hips twitched in a way she knew well from her nights at the dorms, but there was something different about it that she couldn’t place. She looked down between her forelegs and gasped.

There upon her once-smooth belly, standing proudly at attention, a more vibrant pink than her coat but just as shiny and smooth, was a throbbing, drooling cock. It jumped with each clench of her muscles and seemed to swell as she watched. She couldn’t say if it was the biggest she’d ever seen or if it was just how close it was to her eyes, but she could feel her breath upon its tip, hot and dry in her fright. She stared with a thousand-yard stare, unable to process one more surprise atop the night’s other surprises. ‘The means and confidence to handle any mare’…

Wow, she thought for a second time that day. Sexist much?

She spun in place, chasing her tail. The familiar slit, glistening with secondhand excitement, lay tucked between her thighs. She hadn’t lost anything in the transformation, thank her lucky stars, but...

“You’ve grown.”

Her cheeks burned as hot as her thighs. She lowered her tail and lifted her eyes. “Mom…” Her mother was staring too, studying her with a strange, almost ethereal calm. She had moved to the edge of the chaise. Her hooves rested upon her thighs. Her hindlegs dangled freely.

Between them was a circle of soft, damp pink fur, surrounding a pair of dark lips nestled around a reddened and dewy center.

“Fuck,” she whimpered.

Her new length nodded in agreement.

“You’re almost as big as your father.”

The red of her cheeks spread like wildfire, up her forehead and down her chest. Tears of embarrassment sparkled in her eyes. “Stop being weird and help me with this!”

Spoiled looked from her daughter’s pleading gaze to the stiff, pulsing cock beneath her. “Yes, Diamond.” She placed her forelegs upon the cushion, pushed herself gently from her seat, and approached with delicate steps, moving as if entranced.

Something in the way she moved made Diamond shrink back. “Mom?” She’d never seen anything like it: her neck lowered meekly, her body low to the ground, but creeping closer with a predator’s grace as if Di might be scared away by the faintest noise or a sudden movement.

That made it all the scarier.

“Mom, what are you doing?” Her hooves twitched, but she couldn’t make them move. Her tail thrashed unnoticed behind her. “Mom?”

Spoiled slipped in beside her daughter, crawling, prostrating herself. The sight made Diamond’s head spin. The tip of her mother’s tail tickled her chin. She heard a low murmur, squealed aloud as a hot breath warmed her thigh.

Diamond screwed her eyes shut. Her blood pounded in her laid-back ears. She could smell herself in the air, alien and so strong. “Stars above, Mom, please— Ah!”

Her mother pressed her tongue beneath the head of her cock and ran it slowly up its tip.

She actually—

Her forelegs moved, almost on their own. She slid them up over her mom’s shoulders and pulled, pressing the slick head of her cock against her mother’s nose and cheek with a whimper of need. Her excitement smeared across Spoiled’s cheek; her mother pursed her lips around the side of the head and cleaned up the mess with her tongue.

The sensation was too much. It was as if one of the girls had taped her strongest vibe to her clit and left the motor running at full strength for hours. She was strained, achingly tight, and desperate for… For release? For an excuse? Anything to clear her head and chase her fears away. She groaned and lowered her head, burying her nose in her mother’s flank. “What will everypony think?” Her legs shook, ready to collapse at the lightest touch. “Don’t you care what they’ll say if they find out?”

“They might talk,” Spoiled murmured, “if they were here to see.” With every word Di could feel her mother’s lips move against her length, and she punctuated it with a kiss that made her hips buck. She nosed her daughter’s cock and let it rub underneath her chin. “How lucky for me that it’s just us mares.”

Di jumped back, slapping a careless hoof across her mother’s folded ear. “Fuck, Mom.” Her chest rose and fell. “You really…?”

Spoiled raised herself up and settled onto her haunches. They might have been shrouded with magic but those eyes were still the eyes of Spoiled Rich, still as cocksure and determined as Di had always known them to be. She licked her lips clean and placed them against her daughter’s forehead, then let her head slide down until they were pressed nose to nose. “Really,” she whispered.

Nose to nose, Di could smell it upon her cheek. It smelled… not good, but alluring. Exciting. It was her scent that marked her mother—her mother, who had always been such a forceful and so caught up in her own pleasure, now reduced to so little. The thought made her tail quiver. It’s just the potion, right? I can’t help it. We can’t fight it.

She began to speak, stopped. She tipped her lips up toward her mother’s, thought better of it. Her cock throbbed. Diamond Tiara whined through her nose and she spoke in a whisper. “Open your mouth.”

Spoiled lowered her shoulders, her tail high in the air, and parted her soft, full lips. The tip of her tongue slipped out to wet them and rested upon her lower lip, waiting, a red carpet invitation. Her cheeks pinched in a little smile. “Ahh…”

Something deep inside Diamond clenched hard at the sight. She could feel her arousal drip from her tip onto the hardwood floor below. She really wants it.

Stars above, I want it.

“No.”

With a faint whine Spoiled lifted herself from the floor. “What’s wrong, Diamond?” Her tail slipped between her legs and wrapped around her calf. “Did I do something wrong?”

Diamond wiped sodden ringlets and a bead sweat from her forehead. “No, Mom,” she said, “you were perfect. But…” She placed a hoof on her mom’s shoulder and pushed her away. “I never finished your massage.”

Spoiled’s spiraling eyes widened, and she hummed low in her throat. “Yes, Diamond.” She turned and took half a step toward the chaise.

“No, Mom. Not there.”

She looked back over her shoulder in confusion. “What do you— Oh.” She bit her lip and rubbed her thighs together, making her tail shake and her bottom wiggle.

Di watched helplessly and nodded. “Upstairs.” Her cock pulsed in anticipation. “Now.”