Spoiled Rotten, Diamond Rough

by Back Alley Blue

Rating: mature
Tags: Spoiled Rich, Diamond Tiara, Slice of Life, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Romance, Sex
Length: 16291

Diamond Tiara heads home from college, dreading a weekend alone with her mother, but Apple Bloom has a plan!

Diamond Tiara has grown up and gone off to college. She's not the rotten little filly she was in her youth; she's grown into a strong and capable young mare who can handle anything that stands in her path.

The one thing she can't handle is a weekend alone with her mother. Some ponies never change, and Spoiled Rich is more than just some pony.

With a little help from Apple Bloom and some alchemists of old, Di might just teach her mother a thing or two—and learn some things in turn that she'd never expected.

A commission for superfun.

Fetish tags: potions, hypnotic influence, female-to-futa, incest, bondage and domination. Not foalcon.

Cover art by radiantrealm.

Published 2019-10-01 21:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-10-02 22:00:52 UTC

1: Home

It was one of those rare weekends. She had no homework to worry about, no obligations to meet. Winter had been wrapped up weeks ago; the afternoon sun shone cheerfully overhead while a few clouds played the laziest game of tag beneath. The weather was perfect. Still, the forecast wasn’t looking good for Diamond Tiara.

She kicked at a stone, sending it skittering down the platform, as she waited with her friends at the Canterlot train station.

One of them noticed her mood and her muttering and tried to offer some sympathy, in her own way. “Stuck with your mom for the whole weekend? Forget it,” Scootaloo exclaimed, buzzing in from one side of the platform to the other on her skateboard with the low roar of wheels on wood and the occasional crack of a botched trick. “I’d just stay at the school.”

She glowered up at the perfect sky, her brows low and heavy over lashes dark with just the right amount of mascara. “I don’t even want to go!”

“Then why are you going, Di?” asked Sweetie Belle, her mane as full-bodied as she had become, bouncing with her every skipping step.

She lifted her head and tossed her own mane behind her ear, straightening the white streaks through a mane of pale violet ringlets. She hadn’t worn a tiara outside of a pageant in years—aside from the one on her hip, of course—but the glint of light across her curls and her simple pearl earrings made up the difference. “Well, I mean, it’ll be nice to spend some time with Daddy, at least.”

Silver Spoon’s eyes lit up behind her tortoiseshell frames. “Oh, will Mr. Rich be there?”

“He’d better,” Di muttered. “If not, this is going to be the worst weekend of my life.” Even a few days spent studying political science and city planning until her brain melted and ran out her ears would be better than a day and a half alone with her mom.

Scootaloo snorted and ollied over a gap, spinning the skateboard beneath her with one hindleg and landing with a thump as the board escaped her again. “It’s about to be Apple Bloom’s, too, if she doesn’t hurry up.”

“Girls!” a young mare called in a rich twang, so on cue that Sweetie Belle would have nodded appreciatively if she’d been paying attention. “I’m here!” she panted, breathing hard enough to strain the ends of the bandanna she’d tied into a bow on the back of her neck.

“Just made it, slowpoke.” Scoots tousled her mane on the way past.

“I’m sorry I’m late.” Apple Bloom dug hurriedly through her satchel. “It’s worth it, I promise. You know how you were talking all week about how much you were dreading this weekend, right, Di?”

Immediately Di felt her shoulders tense. “Oh, Bloom, tell me you don’t have another of your plans in mind—”

“Ta-da!” She fished out a pair of vials, one full of bright red liquid and the other bubbly blue.

“Oh. You do,” Di said, accepting the vials with a strained smile. “Great.”

Bloom swept a book from her satchel and showed it off for all the girls to see. It was an old tome, the cover more dust than paper, so old that the girls had to strain themselves to read unfamiliar letters and unfamiliar spelling.

“The Alchemists’ Alchemical Alch-thology of Alchemy?” Sweetie Bell read aloud. The name alone made Di snort in derision.

“Yeah, I know, but it’s better than it sounds.” She opened the book and pawed through it, an eye on the train and an eye on the pages as she searched. “Listen, Di, I know how you and your mom get, and I know it’s been getting worse with your dad away all the time—”

A buzzcut buzzed past with a buzz of little wings. “That woman needs to get laid.”

“Scootaloo!” Silver Spoon barked, reaching out to swat her and falling far short. “That’s her mom!”

“Yeah, and her mom needs to get laid!”

“Can we not talk about my mom and dad’s sex life until I’m out of earshot?” Di asked glumly, keeping an eye out for any funny looks from passersby.

“Girls, seriously! I got something that I think might help. Check this out... ” She spun the book around and passed it to Di.

The calligraphy upon the offered page was so worn that her eyes drifted away from the faded title to the potion’s description. “‘If one of the mares in your life is causing a... a fuss…’” She glanced at Bloom, who urged her onward. “...‘keep her docile with a taste of Braided Chain’s Amenable Elixir!’”

“That’s the blue one.”

Di stared at the vial as if the bubbles within might pop under pressure at any moment. “Three drops in her glass, and she’ll be feeling sleepy in just forty winks—’ How fast is forty winks?”

Helpful as ever, Sweetie Belle began blinking rapidly.

“Forty winks means a nap, doesn’t it?” Bloom said thoughtfully. “Maybe one of them overnight things.” She shrugged and flipped the page, on the hunt once more. “They’re usually pretty quick. Slip it in her breakfast and see what happens.”

“Why are alchemy texts always so vague and poetic?” Silver Spoon whined.

“Something like ten seconds.”

“That’s the blue one,” Di asked uncertainly, “but what does the red one do?”

“Well, if the Amenable Elixir doesn’t work,” Bloom says, hoofing through to another page, “then try this one.” She showed Di the title: the Domino Draught. “If you can’t avoid an argument with her, at least you can hold your own in one.”

Again Di strained her eyes to read. “Tired of the endless nagging of endless nags?”

“‘Endless nags?’” Silver Spoon muttered bitterly. “Who even wrote this?”

“The Domino Draft will give you the means, the strength, and the confidence—yes, ladies, even you—to handle any mare, any time!’” Di took a moment to process it all. “Wow,” she said flatly. “Sexist much?”

Bloom glanced down at her hooves. “Yeah, the book’s, like, a thousand years old. Maybe that’s why it was in the restricted section.”

Di’s jaw dropped. “Hang on. The restricted section? Of the Canterlot library?”

“That’s how you know it works,” Scoots said reasonably.

“I hope so,” Bloom said, her words a sigh. “Di’s gonna need all the help she can get.”

“I don’t know, Bloom. I’m not really comfortable with the idea of—” Di looked around nervously and leaned in close. “—of drugging my mom,” she hissed as she passed the vials back to Bloom, “let alone with formulas you pulled from the restricted section of the Canterlot library!”

“Formulae,” Bloom said smugly, rolling the potions upon her hoof. “What’s worse, letting Missus “Spoiled-Rotten” Rich sleep in until noon or having her stick her nose in your tail every minute of every day for the next week?”

Di groaned under her breath. “I know, but—” The echoing call of an engine’s whistle interrupted her train of thought.

Scoots put a hoof on each of their shoulders and steered them gently away from the issue. “Argue on the train, girls. You’re off in a couple of minutes, and I’m due for practice in thirty. Big track meet coming up on Monday!”

“Good luck, girls!” Sweetie sang cheerfully, waving and bouncing even more than usual. “Let us know how it goes!”

“Good luck at practice,” Di says to Scoots with a brief hug, “and be careful on that board, okay? We can’t have you spraining a hoof this weekend, can we?”

“You don’t have to worry about me, Di,” Scoots smiled, throwing in a little flex for good measure. “I’m tough as nails. You just worry about yourself.”

She snared Silver Spoon in her forelegs and squeezed as Bloom did the same for Sweetie Belle, and then they hoisted their saddlebags and made for the train. “Thanks again for seeing us off, girls!” Di called. “See you in a couple of days.”

As usual, the train ride from Canterlot was uneventful. Di found herself staring out the window through the pale pink of her reflection, wondering at each station they passed if she might see her father’s face in the crowds or catch him on the way home from this business trip or that. Most of all, she hoped to see him waiting for her at the Ponyville station. Her father was a lot of things to a lot of ponies, but to her he would always be Daddy, and she needed him to be there more than anything else in the world.

The forecast, though…

Her mood wasn’t helped by Bloom’s insistence. “I don’t know, Bloom,” Di said again as the train rolled into their destination, the Ponyville station. “It seems a little skeevy. Besides, you can’t just brew something up out of a restricted text and expect it to be safe! Did you test it at all?”

“I’m familiar enough with the ingredients,” Bloom argued. “Look, Di, if I’m bein’ honest, the two I want to give you, that’s the second dose I brewed up. I made some for myself first, in case Applejack is in one of her moods. That’s when I figured if anyone needs ‘em, it’d be you. But would I ever do something to put AJ in harm’s way?”

“No, but—but this is alchemy!”

Bloom laughed. “Barely! This blue one ain’t no different than a calming herbal tea, bubbles aside, and who doesn’t need a pick-me-up now and then? That’s what the red’s for. Confidence and strength.”

Di sighed through her nose and looked out the window once more. “I could use some of that right now.” There in the center of the crowd, as usual, was Bloom’s sister-in-law, Sugar Belle, standing head and shoulders above the rest astride her husband Big Mac’s back. She studied the faces and cutie marks of Ponyville, some that she recognized and some that she didn’t. “Are you here this time?” she whispered.

“Di,” Bloom said, her voice low. She bumped Di with an elbow and pointed. At the back of the crowd, standing so far from the platform that she didn’t seem to be waiting at all, was an older mare. Lines crossed her forehead not from age but from irritation, half-hidden by the swoop of dark purple bangs. Her stormy teal eyes matched her turquoise dress, which was so ornate that it almost put the gold and pearls and more that decorated her pale pink coat to shame. Spoiled Rich, Diamond Tiara’s mother, did not look pleased.

“Alright,” Di huffed. “You win. Give me the potions.”

2: Humbled

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.”

3: Helpless

Spoiled hopped over the last stair and skipped down the hall into her bedroom. In her eagerness, not even the tranquility of Braided Chain’s Amenable Elixir could keep her heavy hooves on the ground.

Her excitement was contagious. Diamond was just behind her—close enough, she realized, to nip at her mother’s tail like the stallions in her romance novels. She playfully snapped her teeth but Spoiled was already out of reach, crawling up onto a bed of dark wood and plush burgundy.

She rolled onto her back and sank into the coverlet, one thigh crossed over the other just high enough to hide what lay between from view, a foreleg beneath her cheek and the other playing nervously with the fur on her reddish-pink chest. “What do you want me to do, Diamond?” her mother asked, her breath stolen away by the thought of her most forbidden desire coming to life. “Just say the word and you’ll have it.”

“I want you to relax.” She approached the bed slowly, drinking in the sight. Her mother really was a beautiful mare: curvy in all of Di’s favorite places, soft enough to handle but sturdy enough to take a beating. She turned redder at the thought. “Don’t worry about a thing. Today is our spa day. You know what that means?”

Those two words made her eyelids flutter. “Relax,” she replied in her daze.

“That’s it,” Di said softly, just above a whisper. She stepped up onto the bed and placed a hoof upon her mother’s thigh. “Relax.” Her hoof stroked down her thigh, up to her hip, ruffling her coat… Spoiled shivered beneath her and let herself fall back against the coverlet. Di climbed over her with a smirk more confident than she felt. Her heart faltered for a moment, looking down at her own mother, but Spoiled’s heated, swirling gaze and trembling, eager smile made it pulse to life again to the beat of the blood rushing down through her body. “No shame, no hesitation.” Her hoof slid up over her mother’s chest and guided her onto her side and over, flat on her belly with her hooves beneath her head once more. “Just lie still, let me take over, and enjoy the moment.”

Spoiled hummed and closed her eyes. “Take over,” she whispered. “Enjoy the moment. Yes, Diamond.”

Di smiled and crawled to the side of the bed. There stood her mother’s nightstand, which had been a forbidden curiosity when she was young and a welcome blind spot as she grew older. Like every other piece in the room from the bed to the armoire, it was a simple yet ornate, a smaller drawer atop a larger drawer, built entirely of dark wood with gold fittings. Today, on their special spa day, she reached out and opened the larger drawer.

Her eyes widened and she slammed it shut. “Celestia’s beard, Mom!”

Spoiled murmured something into her foreleg and her tail twitched into the air. “Did you see anything you like?” she asked coyly.

Di blinked away the thoughts that chased her sensibilities in circles. Mom has a toy collection. “M— Massage oil?” she tried. “Where do…”

“Top drawer.”

She slid open the top drawer as if it was holding a wild beast. This one, at least, held little more than hoof lotions and allergy medicine. No way was that a real blue topaz on the end of the butt plug… Was it? “Got it,” she croaked, her mouth dry.

Spoiled sighed as her daughter’s weight settled upon her once more, then let out a tiny hiss and a gasp as the changes Diamond had undergone became all the more apparent to them both. Di grunted as her most sensitive flesh pressed awkwardly into her mother’s spine. Without a word they moved together, Spoiled arching her back and Diamond shifting her hips. They settled upon the coverlet with Di sitting comfortably upon her mother’s cushiony bottom, her swiftly growing cock resting upon the pillow of her balls upon her mother’s lower back.

“There.” Di popped the cap of the lotion with anxious hooves. “Okay,” she said, more to herself than to her mother. “Just…”

“What is it, Diamond?”

She watched the massage oil ooze out onto her hoof. “Just give me a minute!” The scent of almond and geranium swelled upon the air, crisp and sweet and growing ever sweeter. Diamond closed her eyes and let the aroma take her away from the moment.

Just two mares. She’s not my mom tonight. She’s a beautiful, sexy mare who wants me to spend the night at her place. We’re just two mares.

Right?

Her hoofs touch down upon her mother’s back and it felt as though a static charge sparked between their hearts. Both mares released the breath they hadn’t known they’d been holding.

Oh, fuck it. I’ll blame the potion.

Di’s hooves traveled once again over the curves of her mother’s body, leaving a warming trail along her shoulders and back, but this time her eyes followed carefully. She studied her full hips and strong chest with an appreciative eye. “An amazing figure,” she murmured. “Do you think I’ll be as beautiful as you when I’m your age?”

Her mom moaned into the coverlet.

Diamond grinned and slid backward to let her hooves creep down Spoiled’s body. “Yeah, I hope so too.”

Stars above, her mom had a great ass. She traced along its silhouette, then pressed her hooves into the meat and pushed up, making her cheeks rise. Suddenly she pulled her hooves away, letting them swing back into place with just the right amount of jiggle. “Ah, Mom,” she whimpered.

“Ooh, Diamond, I’ve been dreaming of this moment for months— Mmh, that’s it…”

Her hooves had moved inward. They moved in circles, pressing the meat of her ass in and spreading it out. The purple tresses of her tail lifted free once more, but this time Diamond welcomed the sight. She stared in awe at the warm, wet patch that peeked out from between Spoiled’s thighs: the dark and glistening lips of her mother’s pussy.

It clenched and relaxed as she watched, ready and waiting. These were the folds of a mare who knew how to use them, well worn but well cared for. These were lips that knew what they wanted, and she could see just how excited they were to get it. Her mouth began to water at the thought. And above, beneath the dock of her lifted tail, was a circle of dark muscle that looked loose enough to give at the lightest touch.

“Stars above, Mom,” she muttered. “You’ve had your fun, haven’t you?”

Spoiled’s tail flicked in the air. “All the better to teach you with, my Diamond,” she said with a smirk.

Di’s cock jumped and left a damp spot in Spoiled’s coat. Not to be outdone, she lowered her chest to her mother’s back, letting her weight sink down upon her—and letting her cock press against the crease of her thighs. “And maybe I can teach this old dog some new tricks while we’re at it,” she murmured into her mother’s ear.

Spoiled purred into the coverlet and turned her head to look up at her daughter. “We’ll see about that.”

Her voice was as strong and confident as before, but the spiral swirling within her eye belied the act. Tonight she belonged to her daughter. Diamond slowly parted her teeth and bit down on the edge of her mom’s ear, eliciting a squeal. “Yes, you will.”

Spoiled kicked gently beneath her, hips twitching and rolling. Their bodies trembled together. Diamond slipped her forehooves beneath Spoiled’s shoulders and gripped them tightly to keep her still. She pulled her own hips back and then pressed slowly forward, leaving the last of her hesitation behind.

Her cock dragged along her mom’s thighs and up, rubbing into the crease of her ass until it bumped against her dock. Spoiled cried out softly and reached back to spread her cheeks, letting her daughter’s flesh in deeper. Diamond pulled back and pushed, falling into a slow and steady rhythm. She was reminded of nights spent with her pillow clenched between her thighs, but that had never been this intense—and her pillow hadn’t moaned and panted and writhed so much that she’d risked slipping free with every thrust. “Stars above, Mom,” Di growled in her ear. “You’re a squirmer, aren’t you?”

Spoiled buried her face in an elbow and bit down on a moan. “Oh, Diamond, honey, I haven’t felt like this in years!”

Di leaned back and placed her hooves upon her mom’s lower back to keep her steady, but those thighs would not lie still. She growled under her breath and crawled off of the bed, leaving her mother sticky and stained upon the coverlet.

Spoiled whimpered and pushed herself up onto her elbows. “Diamond?”

Di cocked an eyebrow at her mother. “You kick too much.” She pulled open her mother’s forbidden drawer.

Her gaze traced the coils of black nylon rope that she’d seen wound up at the back of the drawer. She glanced toward the bed, and the gaps in the footboard, and her mother’s body splayed out upon the coverlet. Spoiled was damp with sweat, Diamond’s and her own, and her mane was starting to frizz where her head had rubbed against the pillows. She was loveliest mare Di had ever seen.

Diamond lifted the coil of rope, but something else beneath caught her eye. “If you wanted me to tie knots, you should’ve made me a Filly Scout,” she muttered. “Ooh…” She lifted from the bottom of the drawer a sturdy chain of a dark metal. Each end of the chain bore a cuff lined with a soft foam. “These are nice.”

Spoiled gasped and rolled onto her back. “Diamond,” she breathed. “What are you doing with those?”

Diamond she placed the key upon the nightstand and hefted the cuffs in one hoof. “If you can’t hold still,” she said, her voice soft but with a hard, sharpened edge, “then I’m going to make you hold still.”

“Oh my…”

She leaped up onto the bed, her four hooves splayed on either side of her mother’s body. Spoiled flinched back, panting with excitement tinged with fear. Diamond ignored her and looked from the headboard to the foot of the bed, thinking.

“There’s a hook,” Spoiled said quietly, her voice shaking. “Behind the headboard.”

Her sneer became a grin. “Act nervous all you want, but I can tell you’re as into the idea as I am. Probably more.”

Her mom covered her face with one hoof, and the other slipped down beneath her thighs. “Yes, Diamond. Stars above, yes.”

Di didn’t bother to reply. She peered behind the headboard and found the hook hidden there, pointing down toward the floor. She fed the cuffs beneath it and pulled them up over the headboard; the tension kept the chain in place. “Nice,” Di murmured. She turned back to her mother to find her watching like a rabbit watches a fox as her hoof moved in slow circles. “How often do you use these?”

Spoiled bit her lip. “I’ve only been in them twice,” she admitted.

Diamond’s eyebrows rose and her smile widened. “Give me your hoof.”

Her mother hid her face behind her mane and lifted a hoof toward her daughter—not the hoof between her thighs, which dug deeper between her folds.

“Having your own fun, eh?” Diamond said slyly. She wrapped the first cuff around her mother’s fetlock and swung it shut with a series of clicks that made her mother jerk instinctively at her hoof. “Spread your legs. I want to watch you enjoy yourself while you still can.”

Spoiled whined and moved her thighs apart, baring herself shamelessly. She leaned back and tilted her hips up toward her daughter. The tip of her hoof drove into her folds and curled inward, searching for that perfect place inside though she knew she couldn’t reach it alone. “Oh, Diamond—”

“I’ll give you ten seconds,” Di said sharply. “If you don’t come by then, you’re on my time. Got it? Ten. Nine.”

Spoiled moaned and slid her hoof up and down her slit, rubbing hard and fast against her button and sprinkling droplets of her juices across the coverlet. “Honey, please!”

“Eight.”

Di pulled the other cuff toward her mother. As she brought the chain forward, the other end pulled back toward the headboard. “Seven. Six…”

Spoiled had to scoot backward to keep up with the cuff upon her foreleg. “Please, honey, I—”

“Five, four, three—”

She bucked her hips against her struggling hoof. “Oh…”

“Two.”

“Oh, Diamond, I’m—”

“One…”

“Please! Almost—”

“Stop!”

Her hoof flew back against the headboard with a sharp crack. She gasped and panted and bucked uncontrollably. Tears of frustration welled up in her eyes, making the spirals glisten like her matted thighs. “Diamond, honey, I was so close!” she groaned.

The cuff bit down upon her other fetlock and clicked shut. “Tough,” Diamond replied. She slipped down to the foot of the bed and turned to the side, showing off her tight and slender form. The spire of her cock rose against her belly, its underside soaked with a glistening trail of precum that made Spoiled drool. “Now it’s my turn to have fun.”

Spoiled swallowed loudly. “Y-Yes, Diamond.”

Her mother lay upon her back, forelegs raised together just above her head. Her mane was spread out in tangled waves upon the pillow behind her. Her chest rose and fell like the bellows of a great hot anvil and her tail thrashed left and right between her splayed hindlegs. She was soaked, deep red, desperately clenching, her clit stiff in the cool air and her pussy gaping hungrily. The sight alone was almost too much for Di.

She crept over her mother’s body, one hoof at a time. Spoiled’s breath caught in her throat and she mouthed something—nothing—up at her daughter, begging in silence. Di nodded, placed a hoof upon her length, and guided it to rest upon her mother’s mound.

The touch was more electric than ever before. She grunted and seized as her precum oozed freely, soaking her mother’s front to match her thighs. Alarm bells rang in her ears. “Fuck, Mom. If I put— If we—” She groaned through her nose and bucked again at the thought. “Mom,” she said, her words hurried and heavy with shame, “I’m not going to last.”

Spoiled’s eyebrows rose in shock, then settled in understanding. “It’s okay, honey,” she said delicately. “You’re young. You don’t have to be the best at this. Just have fun and—”

She didn’t mean to move. She didn’t mean to slap a hoof over her mother’s lips to shut her mouth. “I am the best!” Diamond barked. The sound of her own voice made her freeze and look down at what she’d done.

Di and Spoiled both stared wide-eyed at the hoof, then met each other’s eyes.

Something stroked the underside of her hoof.

Diamond’s horror melted away at the touch. Her lips parted in shock as she realized what it was. The soft, wet touch of her mother’s tongue returned with another smooth caress. Spoiled didn’t look scared in the least, Di realized; if anything, she looked impressed and so turned on.

Di wiped her forehead with her free foreleg. “You weren’t kidding,” she said in disbelief. “You love it when I push you around, don’t you?”

Her mom gave her a tiny, nervous nod. “Yes, Diamond. I want to give myself up to you. Oh, honey, take control!”

Di returned her nod with one of her own, one slow and thoughtful. “Then stop calling me Diamond,” she said firmly. “My lovers call me Di.”

Spoiled’s lips twisted in distaste. “Yes, Di.”

You know she hates that, Di berated herself. “Or…” She ran her hoof back through her mane and stood as inspiration struck. You want me to take control? She straightened her spine and squared her shoulders. Slowly she moved up along her mother’s body and settled her haunches upon her chest. Her length hung in the air, standing proudly just an inch from Spoiled’s muzzle. Spoiled shivered and looked from its soaked, sticky tip up to her daughter, who stared haughtily back with her nose in the air. “Tonight, you will call me Princess.”

Her eyes lit up as if Hearth’s Warming had come early. “Yes, Princess!”

“And you do not speak of your Princess in such a way,” Diamond continued, donning the role as easily as she did for every pageant. “Apologize. Show me you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry, Princess—”

“That’s not good enough. I didn’t say ‘tell me you’re sorry’; I said ‘show me’.” She placed a hoof upon the base of her cock and pressed its tip against her mother’s nose. Spoiled’s mouth opened without a word. Di slid the tip of her cock along her mother’s lips, left to right, and then pushed the head between them. “Service me.”

Spoiled whimpered and closed her lips around her daughter’s length. The taste was unmistakable, creamy and strong and just what she needed. Her tongue lashed against Diamond’s sensitive flesh, cleaning the precum stain from its surface only for more to spill across her tongue.

Di moaned through her nose and rolled her hips upon her mom’s chest, driving just an inch deeper before pulling out, then two inches. Her balls tapped her mom’s chin as Spoiled bobbed with her, straining her neck to appease her. Her cheeks drew in each time Di pulled away, suckling the cum from her daughter’s cock with a thirst that couldn’t be quenched. The petals of her own flower, tired of being ignored for so long, spread their dew across her mother’s chest and began to shudder.

Her mom moaned and tried to speak. “Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Di chided her playfully. She pulled her length from between her lips and rested it upon her cheek, over one eye. “Speak.”

“You’re so… so wet!” Her hooves pulled hopelessly against the chain. “Please—”

“Please, what?” Di growled, hefting her meaty baton in one hoof.

“Your Highness!” Spoiled let out a noise more animal than pony. “Please, my Princess, it’s been so long since I’ve been with another mare. Please, allow me to taste your pussy!”

Diamond purred low in her throat. “We’ll get there,” she said coyly. “But first…” She rested her length against her mother’s forehead, oblivious to the slick strings of precum that matted Spoiled’s mane. She dangled her balls upon her mother’s nose; they’d drawn so tightly against her hips that they barely had room to wiggle. “You’ve seen to the scepter; now polish the crown jewels.” She was laughing at herself behind a hoof before the words had even left her mouth, but if she was in for a penny…

Her mom didn’t even notice. She was just in it for the pound. She opened her mouth with a wordless noise and lapped at the seam down the center of her daughter’s pouch, ruffling the fur there and smoothing it back down. She drew one between her lips, teasing it loose slowly and carefully. Diamond’s coat there was stiff with drying juices that had run down her cock and she relished in the taste as she suckled them clean.

Diamond couldn’t help but take her cock in her hoof and stroke, gently at first but soon losing control. Her hips bucked, driving her folds against her mother’s chin as Spoiled switched from one orb to the next and back. “Fuck, that’s good.”

Spoiled’s tongue cradled her pouch, hesitated… then snaked forward and lashed between her folds.

Di jumped and pressed in against her mother’s tongue simultaneously, her head aflutter with sudden sensation. “Hey!” she squealed. “I said you have to wait!”

“I’m sorry, your Majesty,” Spoiled groaned from below, her words muffled by her daughter’s thighs and balls and her lungs full of the heady aroma of her soaked and ready lips. “I couldn’t resist your taste!”

“You want to taste me so badly? Fine,” Diamond said sharply. “You asked for it.” She placed her hooves upon the headboard and lifted herself from her mother’s chest. Her balls draped over her mom’s eyes as Di knelt atop Spoiled’s muzzle. “You’d better get in deep,” she growled, “because you’re not coming up for air until I’m satisfied.”

Spoiled had just enough time for a squeak and a gulp of air before her daughter thrust her pussy over her muzzle.

The wet lips sealed over her muzzle. She parted her own lips as best she could in an illicit kiss and traced the soft flesh with her tongue. Her nose was pressed flat against Diamond’s clit; she shook her head from side to side, trying her best to rub the little button. If the way Di’s legs shook was any indication, and if the sudden surge of wetness upon her tongue was a sign, it was working.

Diamond’s hooves snaked around the back of her head and pulled, forcing her up into her folds until her nose began to ache. The thighs on either side of her moved as Di ground her body against her mother’s muzzle and used her as she pleased. She drove herself deeper, tongue stretched to its fullest extent to lash at her daughter’s g-spot. Her hooves strained against the cuffs to grip her daughter’s bouncing cock, one on either side. She pumped them slowly and firmly, twisting her wrists as they moved along her slick length. She could feel her daughter’s cum oozing onto her scalp in slow, hot spurts and she didn’t care. It just felt right.

For the first time in years, Spoiled Rich felt right.

Her daughter’s cry pulled her back into the moment. “Oh, stars above!”

Di’s hooves gripped her mother’s skull tightly enough to hurt. Her eyes were focused on nothing, unseeing. All that remained of the world around her was the lashing muscle in her slit and the hooves massaging her cock, the moans from below and their scent in the air. Her thighs clenched. Her stomach clenched. She felt a strange but familiar rush down her spine and throughout her core. “Oh, Mom, I—”

Her mom whimpered and bucked, rubbing her own slit against her crossed thighs.

“I’m gonna—”

“Princess!” came the muffled cry. Spoiled’s hooves flew from her cock and waved helplessly in the air. “Princess, please!”

She absently pulled herself up from her mom’s chin and stroked herself hard with one hoof. Her body shook; her foreleg threatened to cramp; her mind was awash with pleasure and there was no stopping the tide from coming in. “Here it comes!”

“Please, baby!” Spoiled begged. She turned her head to the side and raised it, offering her throat. “Right here. Please!”

Fuck yeah.

Her hoof fell from the headboard and landed atop her mom’s cheek to hold her still, and with a sharp, high-pitched groan, Diamond broke. The pleasure erupted within her, surging down her length and up her spine, making her legs shake and her hips jerk against her hoof as her length bucked and throbbed.

The first jet splashed beneath Spoiled’s ear, hot and wet. Her mom cried out and tugged at her bindings, thrusting her hips into the air in desperation. On and on it came, each new spurt enough to make Di’s thighs and teeth clench, bursting upon her mother’s tender pink coat in streaks across her throat and chin. Her world spun and she leaned heavily upon her mother’s cheek as she painted her mother white.

Diamond’s chest rose and fell haggardly. Her foreleg burned from tension as she squeezed out the last droplets. Her mom writhed beneath her, hindlegs stirring and grinding fruitlessly. The air was thick with heat and moisture and the smell of stallion.

She wanted more.

She lifted her hoof from her Spoiled’s cheek and ran it down the side of her neck, just beside the mess she’d left upon her. Her milky seed glistened upon her mother’s neck. “I thought you didn’t like pearls,” she teased, her satisfied smile twisting into a sneer.

“Your Highness, I’ll wear any gift you give me.” She turned her head and breathed deep of her daughter’s scent upon her throat. “I love you, Princess.”

Di blushed for what felt like the hundredth time that night, and leaned in to give her mother a peck on the cheek. “I love you too, Mom.”

She leaned back and took a moment to appreciate the display before her. Her mother, the infamous Spoiled Rich, desperate and helpless and stained with her cum, her sweat. Beneath her. It was a dream come true—for both mares, it seemed. She purred and arched her back, stretching luxuriously.

Spoiled moaned as well as her spiraling eyes traced the lines of her daughter’s nubile form. “Please, Princess,” she breathed. “Was I good?”

“Yes, pet.” Her hoof drifted to her mother’s hip and squeezed. “You were a very good girl.”

Spoiled’s hips trembled upon the mattress. “Th-thank you, your Highness.”

“So good…” She leaned over her mother once more, moving slowly, with a devilish smile and a dangerous confidence that made Spoiled press herself back against the pillows. “…that I think you deserve a reward.”

Her head darted down like a striking snake. Spoiled yelped and squeezed her eyes shut. Diamond forced her mother’s chin up high into the air and dragged her tongue up along her throat, making Spoiled shudder and whine. Her own cum collected upon her tongue, still warm and so strong. She’d never liked the taste, but the sounds that escaped her mother made it taste so sweet.

Her tongue flicked up along Spoiled’s jawline, curled inward, then slipped between her mother’s open lips and along the inside of her cheek. Spoiled’s eyes opened wide at the touch, the taste, and she groaned aloud into her daughter’s mouth. Diamond hummed in turn and sank into her mother’s chest. Her lips pressed close and sealed them together.

Spoiled grunted through her nose, then grunted again, a frantic edge to her voice. She slipped a hindleg up around Diamond’s hip and lifted her body to meet her daughter’s. “Please,” she sobbed between kisses. “Diamond, I’m so close!”

Diamond forced her back down to the coverlet. “Please, what?” She emphasized the word with a knee pressed firmly between her mother’s thighs.

“Princess!” Spoiled screamed. Her hips bucked immediately, humping in a frenzy against her daughter’s leg. “Princess, please, let me cum!”

“Not yet, pet.”

With those simple words, the climbing pressure within Spoiled’s hips hit a plateau. She screwed her eyes shut and bared her teeth, and her hooves twisted her mane into knots. “P-Princess…”

She rubbed her knee up and down her mom’s slit without a thought of mercy. “Beg.”

“Please, Princess!” Spoiled jerked at the cuffs. Her hindlegs were making a wrinkled mess of the bedspread and her thighs were aching and raw. “I beg of you— Let me cum!”

Diamond leaned into it, nose to nose, pressing her thigh harder against her mom’s clit. “Louder!” she shouted. “Tell me what you want!”

“I want to cum for you! Please!” Her mother pulled hard enough to make the headboard creak, aching to reach between her thighs. “Stars above, I need to cum!”

Di pulled her leg away. “Then cum.” Before her mother could so much as scream, Diamond threw herself down upon the coverlet and buried her nose in her mother’s pussy.

Spoiled’s legs clamped down around her daughter’s head and held her close as her hips jerked and trembled. Her mother’s calves pressing her ears against her scalp did nothing to muffle the blissful wail that tore free from her lungs. She lapped at her mother’s lips just once before a squirt of juice took her by surprise with a shot to the muzzle. She growled and retaliated in a frenzy of lashes along her walls and well-placed kisses upon her inner lips, coaxing out moan after gasp after shriek. All this for me? Diamond thought slyly. She bit lightly upon the edge of her slit and slid her tongue in deep to ride out the tremors and aftershocks.

Suddenly her mom’s legs grew limp and slid free. Spoiled flopped down upon the comforter; the coverlet had found its way off to one side of the bed. She stared up at the ceiling, hindlegs shaking in exhaustion and forelegs twisting her mane into knots. “Fuck,” she said softly. “Fuck me. Fuck.”

Diamond paid her no mind. She was enjoying herself in the depths of her mother’s body. Hot and wet, and the salt of sweat, just enough tang to make her thirsty for more... The taste of mare made her new length twitch, even so soon after her world-shattering first time using it.

Spoiled rocked gently against her muzzle, riding out the last of the storm that had swept over her. “That feels nice, Princess.”

Di peered up to see her mom looking down upon her with flushed cheeks and an easy smile. A prominent line had appeared between her eyebrows, but the other lines of her face were still so soft, unlike anything Di had seen before their night had begun. Diamond grinned and drove the tip of her tongue upward, where she knew she’d find just the right spot.

Spoiled cooed and arched her body. “Oh! Oh, you’re good at this.”

“It’s not like I haven’t done it before,” Di laughed. She pressed her nose to her mom’s clit and rubbed her tongue along the walls of her canal in gentle and persistent swirls, drinking in the scents and sensations and losing herself to it all.

“Ooh, Princess…” Spoiled shifted her tired hips and squeezed gently around her daughter’s tongue. “Ooh, honey…”

Diamond paused.

I’m eating out my mom, she said to herself. This is the weirdest weekend of my life.

She’d be damned if she wasn’t going to enjoy it.

Diamond placed a hoof upon her mom’s thigh and one underneath the other. “We’re not done yet, Mom.”

Spoiled giggled and rolled her hips. “It’s my pleasure to serve, your Majesty.”

“Then serve,” she said softly, and she rolled her mother over, letting the chain cross over itself in the process.

Spoiled placed her knees upon the comforter, leaned her hooves and head against the headboard, and heaved a happy sigh. “Yes, Princess.” Her legs were unsteady and her tail was raised. She was soaked to the skin, red and raw, and ready for more.

Diamond touched her length with a hoof. It wasn’t quite back to its former glory yet, but Di couldn’t wait for it to catch up. She rested her chin beside her mom’s tail and stroked the inside of her thigh. “What do you want, pet?” she said softly. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you, Princess.” She steadied her quivering knees and stood as tall as she could. “I want you inside of me.”

That did it. A burst of warmth spread down from the base of her cock. A grin crawled over Diamond’s muzzle as she crawled over her mother’s back. “Do you want to make love?” she asked coyly. “Do you want to spend a tender moment together in each other’s hooves? Shall we spend the evening trading whispers and foreplay and kisses until the sunrise?”

Spoiled tossed her cumstained mane over her ear. Her mascara had run, darkening the bags under her eyes. Her lip gloss made one side of her chin sparkle in the lamplight. Powders were in disarray and delicate brushwork had been destroyed. Spoiled Rich looked over her shoulder at her daughter with all the regality Di had ever known from her. “No, Princess,” she said firmly. “I want you to fuck me.”

Diamond lunged forward.

She snared her mother’s mane in her teeth and pulled. Spoiled cried out and arched her back. Di was waiting for it; she slammed her cock up against her mother’s folds and pushed. A moment’s uncertainty seemed to last a century as the older mare’s tensing body held fast against the younger’s violent assault, but Diamond would wait no longer. With a grunt and a heave of her teeth in Spoiled’s mane, she forced her cock into her mother’s pussy.

Spoiled’s lips parted wide in a silent shriek, maybe of pain at the sudden intruder, maybe of pleasure at finally getting what she’d been begging for all night. Her walls clamped down around her daughter’s sore flesh in a painfully tight yet soothing embrace.

Diamond released her mane with a growl and slapped a hoof down across her mom’s ass. That earned her a squeal that made her pulse quicken and her cock jump against the walls of her mother’s passage. A spurt of precum lubed her better than any amount of tongue-lashing could, and Di slipped a hoof beneath her mother’s shoulder and thrust in deep, deep enough to make Spoiled’s knees shuffle forward upon the comforter.

“Oh! Oh— Yes, Princess, that’s so—” Her breath left her as her daughter’s hoof tightened and pulled Spoiled back against her chest. Spoiled leaned back as much as the cuffs would let her and rolled her hips. She rode her daughter slowly, savoring the feeling of each bounce of Diamond’s thighs against her own and the steady build of renewed pleasure with each pass of her daughter’s swollen tip against her g-spot.

Diamond’s other hoof snaked around her mother’s hip and delved between her open thighs. “Scream,” she hissed as she assailed her mom’s clit with rough, circular strokes of her hooftip.

She howled and almost fell as her overstimulated body began to shake again in earnest. “Yes, your Majesty! Right there!”

She bit down on her mother’s tail and gave it a sharp tug. “Scream my name! Who makes you feel this way? Who gives you what you need? Say it!”

Spoiled let it out, all the feelings she’d been bottling up for months. “Diamond!” she shrieked. “Oh, Diamond Tiara, baby, yes! Harder, please!”

Diamond planted a hoof between her Spoiled’s shoulder blades and shoved her chest into the mattress. “Harder it is.” She rose up with her weight upon her forehoof, pinning her mom beneath her, and drove herself all the way in with enough force to make Spoiled’s ass and thighs quake.

Spoiled convulsed beneath her daughter and bit down on the comforter. “Fuck yes,” she groaned through gritted teeth. She swiveled her hips from left to right, rocking upon the spire of her daughter’s pulsing cock. “Fuck me!”

Diamond leaned back and spanked her mom across the ass once more, making Spoiled crow in ecstasy. “Raise that ass.” Spoiled tucked her hooves beneath her and lifted her hips. Diamond climbed up and draped herself over Spoiled’s back. One hoof pressed her mom’s head into the pillows; the other wrapped around her mom’s barrel, pulling her as close as she could. “Stars above,” Diamond moaned, “none of the girls at college can compare to you.”

Spoiled’s reply was a muffled, screaming crescendo into the pillows. The crushing squeeze around her cock was unmistakable. The spray of her mom’s orgasm left her balls dripping and the comforter stained but her body kept clenching, kept milking Diamond for all she had left to give as if only the flood of her cum could ever be enough.

“Oh, fuck!” Diamond opened wide and bit down upon her mother’s shoulder.

Her sudden cry was unlike the others. “Ow!” Spoiled’s eyebrows furrowed and her lips pulled back from her teeth. “Princess— Your Majesty—”

Di pulled away, shook her head, and bit her lip instead. Her hips rocked slowly, little movements back and forth that she just couldn’t stop. She slid her hoof back to stroke her mom’s neck, then left a tender touch upon her shoulder. “Sorry. You good?”

Spoiled nodded into the pillows and groaned aloud. “Good, honey. Don’t stop.”

Diamond chuckled and swatted her ass again. “Roll over,” she said hurriedly. “Come on.”

Her mother collapsed onto her shoulder—with a whimper as her daughter’s cock slipped free of her passage—and rolled over once more. “Diamond,” she whispered, “I love you so much.”

Di fell upon her mother. Their chests heaved against each other’s; their hearts beat together in a hectic staccato. “I love you too,” Diamond said, and she meant it more than words could say. Years of frustration felt far behind her. Her mother understood her, and she finally understood her mother. She felt closer than she ever had to a mother she’d never truly known. There was no going back. The rush of warmth in her heart told her as much, as did the tight ache in her balls.

She slipped into her mother’s embrace.

They moaned in harmony as she hilted herself inside her mom’s burning heat. Diamond wrapped her hooves around her, cradling her shoulders and tangling in her mane. Her hindlegs kicked against the ruined comforter for purchase as she drove in deep, slamming her hips hard against her mother’s over and over again with a slapping that rang throughout the room.

There was a ping and a clatter. Spoiled Rich, bona fide earth pony, wrapped her chained forelegs around her daughter in turn. Both mares barely noticed. All that mattered to either one was the throbbing in her loins and the mare in her hooves.

“Oh, fuck!” The strength of her mother’s forelegs threatened to steal her breath away. The tide rushed in to pull her under. “Oh, Mom, I’m gonna cum, I’m…” She threw her head back with a wide-eyed gasp. “Mom,” Diamond whimpered. “The potion! I don’t know if— Should I pull out?”

Spoiled’s hindlegs clamped down around her daughter’s hips, holding her tightly. “Don’t you dare, honey. I need it inside.”

“But what if—”

“I’m done having foals, Diamond!” her mother panted. “Give me all you’ve got!”

Hold my martini, said the last egg in her ovaries. It probably wouldn’t stick.

Probably.

Diamond buried her muzzle in the crook of her Spoiled’s neck. She was too far over the edge to think, and she loved her mother too much to care. Diamond Tiara let go.

“Mom!”

Her cock swung up against her mother’s wall and shot deep against the entrance to her womb. Her parents’ room fell away; the bed disappeared from beneath her; there was only her mother, the mare in her hooves. Each burst of cum was a concussive blast in her core. Each little mewling cry was repaid with a tender kiss upon her forehead. She could barely move, nothing more than the tiniest jerk up and down as her muscles contracted, but Spoiled rode out each one with a rock of her hips and a gentle squeeze. Di could feel it flooding her mother’s body and threatening to spill free, but she couldn’t stop cumming and she couldn’t stop shaking. She clung to her mom and panted for breath, her voice an endless whimper.

It was over at some point. Di couldn’t say when. She couldn’t say where she was, or how she had gotten there. Her mother was there, Spoiled Rich, and her father as well. She reached a hoof toward him and—

“Diamond Tiara…”

She opened her eyes.

Her mother nosed her mane. “Wake up, honey.”

Diamond lifted her head from her mother’s neck. Her own neck felt like gelatin and she couldn’t feel her hooves. “Mom,” she whispered.

“Yes, honey?”

“That was…”

Spoiled beamed up at her. Beads of sweat, some Diamond’s and some her own, ran down her body. Her mane stuck to her coat at odd angles. Her hooves and their bindings weighed heavily upon her daughter’s back. “Yes, it was.”

Diamond tried to stand, but her legs wouldn’t cooperate. She only manage to wriggle atop her mother until her softened cock flopped out onto the comforter. Her seed poured free like wine from a bottle uncorked. “Just a… Sorry.”

“Don’t worry, honey.” Spoiled tilted her head in a sort of nod. “Come here. Lie with me.”

With a grateful moan, Di pulled herself up along her mom’s chest. Her drooling cock left a trail up the comforter. “Tired,” she mumbled.

Spoiled tightened her hooves around her daughter. “Just rest for a moment, honey.” She pressed her forehead to Diamond’s and closed her eyes. “Catch your breath. Momma’s got you.”

Diamond choked out a noise, half a grunt and half a sob. “Love you, Mom.”

“I love you too, honey.” She shifted her shoulders upon the pillows and wrapped a hindleg around her daughter’s shivering form. “Rest.”

Together they lay in the sweat and the lamplight, two hearts beating, just two mares and so much more, until the evening sun began to fall from the sky.

4: Hearts

Spoiled’s laughter made it hard to keep her hooves still, and Diamond herself was no better off. She nearly dropped the key. “I can’t believe you broke the hook.”

“I broke the hook!” her mother cackled. “Oh, honey, chalk it up to the heat of the moment.” She fought to steady herself and regain her composure. “What a moment it was,” she said finally. “Thank you, honey.”

The key slipped into place, but she hesitated. “I don’t know if you should be thanking me.” The cuff finally sprang free of her hoof, leaving a darkened, indented ring in her mother’s coat.

The hoof immediately gripped her daughter’s. “You were wonderful,” Spoiled assured her. “Tonight was everything I’d ever hoped it would be.”

Diamond looked down at the pillows—away from her mother’s matted mane and sticky throat and the other beautiful stains she’d left behind—as she unlocked the other cuff and let them fall beside the bed. “I’m glad you had fun.”

“Fun?” Spoiled burrowed into Diamond’s chest. Di sank down onto her back and her mother slipped into place beneath her foreleg. “I had two orgasms.” She threw all four legs into the air. “Two!”

In spite of herself, Di giggled at the sight. A different kind of warmth spread through her, a fondness and a protectiveness that she couldn’t just chalk up to the afterglow. Her mom was her mom, no matter how bad things got at times… and no matter how weird things might become.

Di squeezed her gently. “I’m sorry, Mom,” she sighed. “I didn’t know it would be like this. I really messed up.”

“I’m not sorry, Diamond.” She looked down to see her mom smiling up at her. The spirals had all but faded to a marbled sheen of pink and blue, but her love for her daughter was as strong as ever. “I’m surprised, and perhaps confused, but I’m not sorry. I may be your mother, Diamond, and you may be my daughter, but I am a grown mare. You’re a grown mare too, Diamond—a strong and bold and sexy young mare, at that…”

“Mom,” Di groaned, but she blushed all the same.

“...and I love you, Diamond, and I trust you.” She kissed her daughter’s bicep and closed her eyes. “Your father has given me plenty of diamonds, but you are the most precious of them all.”

The grip of an icy claw tightened around her heart. “Love you, Mom,” was all that she said.

Spoiled might never have shown it, but she knew her daughter well. “What’s wrong, Diamond?” she asked. “Do you still think I only feel this way because of some potion?”

Diamond’s forelegs tightened around her mother’s shoulders. “We need to tell Daddy,” she whispered.

Her mom grunted. “He has quite a surprise waiting for him.”

Diamond held her in silence. Spoiled’s smile slipped away as time passed them by. She looked up into her daughter’s eyes to see them sparkling with tears. “Please don’t split up because of me,” Di whispered. “I don’t know what I want, Mom, but it’s not that. I don’t want to ruin what you two have.”

“Ruin it? Oh, I don’t know,” Spoiled murmured, her smile returning. “He might just be proud of you. Play your cards right and you could teach him a thing or two.”

Diamond choked on a sob and felt a throb between her legs. “He what?” she yelped, her worries forgotten.

Spoiled snickered and kissed her daughter’s chest. “Don’t worry, Diamond,” she said. “It’s been far too long since he’s brought me a beautiful girl to play with, but he won’t have forgotten how much fun it can be for him.” She paused as her face lit up with the joy of reverie.

“Is he one of those…” She glanced to the side again, where her father slept. “…cuckolds? Is that the word?”

“Oh, no,” her mother said dismissively.

“Ah.” A small part of her was disappointed by the news. “Okay.”

“I’m the cuckquean in this house—or would be, if he had the brass to sleep around like he used to.”

Suddenly Diamond noticed that her mom was studying her with a little too much interest, even considering the evening they’d just shared. She laughed nervously, filed that last revelation under “process later, with cider”, and tried not to think too much about what her Daddy might say when he came home… or what he might do.

“You know, Diamond, if you want…” Her mother reached up to hold the forearm wrapped around her. “Perhaps it’s not where you expected your life to take you, and I’ll understand if it can’t last forever, but…”

Di rubbed a hoof up and down her mom’s foreleg. “Yeah, Mom?”

“Would you like to join us?” She rolled onto her back and tipped her head back with an expectant smile, cuter than any other girl with whom Di had shared such an intimate moment. “Your father and me?”

“Join you?”

Her mom nodded. “This is not the first time the idea to add to the family has come up, but you’re the first mare I’ve truly want to do it with. If I know Filthy Rich—and I know Filthy Rich—I think your father might also like to make our twosome into a…”

Her length twitched against her thigh. “A threesome?” she stammered.

Spoiled giggled like a filly in the schoolyard. “Give him a moment to adjust before we jump straight to that,” she said, “but yes.”

She tried to ignore yet another surge from below. Damn Draft. How can a pony focus with that much “confidence”? “I don’t know, Mom. I’m his daughter! He isn’t going to want anything to do with this. Right?”

Spoiled lowered her eyelids and lifted her brow.

Di’s ears fell back. “R-right?”

“I do love your father, and he loves me… and we love you, Diamond. Do you want to take that bond to the next level?”

Diamond rubbed her forehooves together. It really was nothing like she’d expected. She’d thought she’d find a political up-and-comer to team up with for life, or maybe a lovely young track star like Scoots. She thought she’d have years to find someone who loved her as much as her Daddy did and cared as much as her Mom, but… Well, maybe she already had both of those things.

“This really is a surprise, isn’t it,” she said carefully, “but… Yes, Mom. I want to give it a shot.”

Spoiled smiled once more, and it made her even more beautiful than ever. She nuzzled her cheek into her daughter’s shoulder. “Yay.”

“But let’s deal with world-shattering revelations one at a time, okay, Mom? I’ll talk to Daddy tomorrow and we’ll see what happens. For now…” She stroked her mane, between her ears. “Just relax. Isn’t that what today was supposed to be?” Diamond looked into her mother’s eyes. “Our own little spa day.”

Spoiled’s head lolled back and her eyelids fluttered. She cooed and melted against her daughter’s shoulder. When they opened again, her eyes were a familiar pink and blue and devoid of emotion. “Thank you, Diamond.”

Diamond beamed at her mother. “Neat,” she chuckled. “I’ll have to remember that.”

“I’m sleepy, Diamo—” The rest was swallowed up by a yawn that even Spoiled and her perfect manners were too tired to hide behind a hoof.

“I bet you are.” Di hid a yawn of her own and rolled over, one hoof over the edge of the bed like always. “Ready for tomorrow? I’ll make us a big breakfast.”

Spoiled pressed her nose into Diamond’s shoulders and her foreleg slid over her daughter’s belly. “Mhm.” The sound warmed the back of Di’s neck.

After a moment Di pulled her hoof up and cradled it to her chest. She glanced down at the leg around her, then rolled over and wrapped a hoof of her own around her mother. “I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too,” she whispered.

“Oh, and… Mom?”

A grunt was the best she could offer.

“I’m signing you up for a meditation class.”

Spoiled hummed and nosed her chest, already losing herself to slumber.

Di lay awake for some time. There was no way of knowing what the new day would bring—aside from an itchy coat, of course. Whatever came of it, though, Diamond knew for certain that all would be well. The walls between mother and daughter had come down. Whatever her mom needed to be happy, Diamond would find it for her, or be it, if her mother was right about Daddy.

She slipped her other hoof around her mother’s head and pulled her close to her chest. “You’re welcome, Mom,” she said, “and thank you too.”

Spoiled wrapped her thighs around one of Di’s calves and purred.

Di buried her nose in her mother’s crown and drifted away.

5: Huh

“So, Bloom…”

Diamond slung a sidelong glance at the girls around her. She’d hoped to find a moment alone, but Sweetie and Silver Spoon were constantly underhoof as they chased Scootaloo around the dorm in the hopes of making her look her best for the track meet that afternoon. Luckily for Di, they were so caught up in preparations that a few vague dismissals about her weekend had seemed to satisfy their curiosity.

Bloom was a little less surreptitious. “Yeah, I dunno what I was expecting,” she said loudly, throwing her hindlegs up onto the table, “but it wasn’t what I got.”

“So…” Her gaze slipped down to the front of Bloom’s jeans. Honestly, Di couldn’t tell. Bloom had taken to wearing jeans long before the weekend they’d just endured, and her usual loose-fitting clothes did nothing to answer her burning question. Personally, Di had opted for one of her mother’s dresses for decency’s and secrecy’s sakes. “Did you…”

“Yeah!” Bloom giggled and leaned in toward Di, who couldn’t help but watch her seams flex. “Applejack does this thing now where I say ‘down!’ and she’ll just sit and listen, just like one of the pups at the farm! It’s great!”

Di’s eyes widened at the possibilities that traipsed through her mind.

“I’ll have to find an antidote for the long run,” Bloom continued, oblivious to her friend’s nervous glances, “but she isn’t mad or anything. Just embarrassed. Says it’s nice to be able to sit and listen without her pride and stubbornness getting in the way, but she doesn’t really like how it happened, you know?”

“But what about…” She took a minute to “You know, the second potion. Did you…”

“Nope! I didn’t need any extra confidence once AJ stopped treating me like a foal.” She crossed her hooves behind her head and smiled proudly at the ceiling. “Felt like a friendship lesson all over again.”

“Oh.”

“Why? You need an antidote for that too?”

“Couldn’t hurt,” she mumbled. It was fun, sure, but she didn’t want to make dresses a staple of her wardrobe. “So, Bloom…” Her hooves rested upon her lap, as if she could hold back the faint pressure that she could feel building there. “Can I have your dose?”

After all, she was having dinner with her parents again next weekend, and she knew a certain stallion who could use some… motivation.

Bloom shook her head. “Nah, I gave it to Scoots.”

A voice rang out from the other room. “What the f— Awesome!"

Author's Note

Thanks again for your business, superfun! I hope you enjoyed it.