Diamond Hard, Spoiled Soft

At first Diamond Tiara, stricken with horror, worried about how she'd explained what happened to her mother. A rush of madness brought on by a lifetime of abuse and a flood of testosterone had possessed her, making her do the unthinkable. She almost wanted the old Spoiled Rich back, yelling and physically punishing her for all slights real or imagined.

But her mother simply returned a dopey smile. “Whatever you want, dear, I'm here for you.”

“You screwing with me?” Diamond flicked her ears, unable to believe it.

“Why would I do that, pumpkin? Especially after you made me feel so wonderful?” Lazily she stretched, cat-like, and stifled a yawn with a hand. “Oh, sorry I ruined your dinner! You worked so hard on it, too! Let me clean up this mess!” She bent over, giving her a show of her ample bottom which started to make Tiara's now flaccid cock stiffen again.

It was rather surreal to see her this way. Sure, she could play sweet around Filthy Rich sometimes, or when she wanted something, but it was easy to see through her. However, this seemed genuine! She strolled around her, admiring the view, the way her mother's pendulous knockers hung suspended and slapped together while she hummed and worked.

Tiara realized she never wanted the old Spoiled back. Was it wrong to leave her like this? Well, did it matter if everyone was ultimately happier, her mom included? She'd take this secret to the grave if she could, and would leave quite a heavy sum of bits in Zecora's hut when she had the chance. It was everything she ever could have dreamed of!

“Not sure I want a dick all the time, though...” She flicked the flared tip. “Hopefully it will wear off sometime?” When she had time she'd have to test more of the potions...on her new guinea pig, of course! No sense endangering herself!

The front door creaked open. “Honey,” called Filthy Rich. “I'm home!”

“Shit!” Why was he home from his business trip abroad so early?! Tiara debated between helping her mom clean up faster or hiding, but when her father stalked their way swinging a briefcase and whistling she settled on the latter, ducking behind the stairway that led to the second floor. She watched him approach the kitchen, oblivious to what had gone down.

To her shock Spoiled Rich had somehow whipped out a fluffy apron and put it on, otherwise leaving herself naked. More shocking she was happily cooking dinner, singing while she stirred with a ladle and shook her plump ass. “Hey dear!”

He swallowed hard. “What brought this on?” He pursed his snout. “What is it you want this time?”

“Just you, my love. I haven't been giving you the proper attention you deserve in a long time.” She bent over the counter, sticking out her plump applebottom. Giggles escaped her when he groped her asscheeks, pinching the soft flesh between his fingers. Gradually he spread her open, revealing both her tight little lower holes, so pink and warm.

“Forget dinner,” he said leaning over her and turning off the stove. “I want dessert! Little packed in here, though. Why don't we take this upstairs? The food should keep.” He swept her up, bridal-style, and started to carry her towards the stairs. She wrapped her hands about his neck with a smile, reminded of happier days when they'd first wedded.

Tiara drew deeper into the shadows, but realized they would soon be upon her, and there was nowhere to run or hide. She trembled, uncertain how she'd explain being naked, and worse with a massive hard on burning her groin!

A potion that had somehow found its way by her foot tipped over. Glass shattered, and she slipped on the liquids that spilled out. “Oof,” she cried slipping and landing hard on her rump, some of the noxious mixture spattering all over her and landing in her mouth. Her face twisted when she swallowed the bitter concoction, and she froze, within her daddy's direct sight.

“Diamond Tiara?!” He reacted in shock briefly, not wanting her to see them in such an intimate position, then quickly recovered. “Now sweetheart, what did I tell you about...” He blinked several times. “Huh? I could've sworn Diamond Tiara was just there.” He kicked a few chunks of glass, shrugging his broad shoulders. “Oh well. I'll have her clean this up later.”

“She's probably in her room,” said Spoiled who shot a conspiratorial wink in her direction.

Tiara waved at her father with wide eyes and realized neither of them could see her. No doubt an effect of the latest potion she'd ingested. But how long would it last? Pathetic as it seemed, she scooped up more that had spilled on the carpet, drinking it down despite how nasty ti taste. Her lazy parents would no doubt hire a maid if she couldn't clean up this mess, anyhow.

After she finished, Tiara headed up after them, following them to their bedroom. She slipped in behind them, barely able to sneak past before the door was closed and locked. She'd heard them make love a few times, but it was pretty rare these days, and mostly consisted of sniping between them. Would this be enough to mend their marriage? She simply had to see!

He playfully tossed her onto the bed, and she landed with a bounce and a titter, undoing the apron and tossing it aside to fully bear her assets to him. “Hee-hee. Take me, stud.” With half-lidded eyes she reclined back, resting her head on a fluffy pillow, spreading open her arms and legs. He chuckled, starting to undo his tie and suit, drinking in her voluptuous curves.

He stripped down, and Tiara's breath caught in her throat, surprised at how chiseled her father was even after all these years. The bed creaked when he lifted her legs, pressing his flared tip into her moist entrance, which spread around his girth, conforming to it. Gleefully she whined, nails digging into his muscular back when he slowly started to spear her.

Tiara chewed on her lower lip to stifle a whinny of her own, once again fully erect and her tip dripping but unable to participate. She quietly stroked her rod, tracing over the veins and medial ring, now understanding why boys were always so desperate to pound her. She could barely contain the urge to bury herself in the first moist orifice presented to her!

“Fuck me harder,” urged Spoiled who's bulbous titties bounced and slapped about each time he skewered her. “Wanna break the bed again, like the first time we screwed? You'll have to be a little rougher, though!”

Spurred on by her words, he increased his pace, and the force of each push, his tip slamming against her cervix entrance. She grit her teeth with low coos, her cunt dripping down his cock and balls, the lubrication settling on the ring of her puckered anus.

Tiara lifted one of her tits and suckled on it, stroking herself faster while she watched. A flood of testosterone was driving her crazy, making her head swim. She humped the air, swallowing a hiss, edging herself but not wanting to spill her seed in the air, feeling that would be so unsatisfying. But there was no way she'd be able to fuck her mother in this scenario, right...?

Almost like she sensed her daughter's dilemma, Spoiled Rich rolled atop him, hands pressed to his chest while she started to bounce atop him. Her buttocks smacked each time she rocked atop him. Seeing her chance, Tiara moved in like a hungry shark, pressing her weight upon Rich's slender back and pushing her onto him when she pressed her tip to her asshole.

Luckily he didn't seem to notice any oddities when she started to rail her. The pussy juice Spoiled had wept onto herself acted as nice lube, allowing her to easily penetrate her ample rump. Her mother moaned even louder, but before Filthy could even begin to suspect she forcefully met her husband's lips, their tongues wrestling while she was plugged in both her lower holes.

Repeatedly they plowed her, battering her between them, hilting her to the balls. He quirked a brow, feeling something odd, their cocks almost touching through the stretched skin, but it felt so wonderful he hardly cared. Like them he was addled with lust, the testosterone rushing through him and Tiara driving them to breed her faster and harder.

Wet slaps sounded with each thrust. Pussy juice spatted about, his palms groping Spoiled's smacking wide buttocks, while Tiara reached around to molest her udders and tweak her erect nipples. “W...want to make another baby, dear?!”

“I...I don't know,” he admitted. But feeling her wink around him like a vise, combined with a raw passion that left him doped up made his decision. “Why not? Might be good practice to take care of a little rugrat if Diamond Tiara ever decides to become a mother!” He'd always tried to convince his daughter to simply marry, settle down with a rich stallion, and live the easy life like her mother. But she'd always resisted the idea, figuring she should be far more ambitious!

Spoiled came first, trembling when her marehood squirted all over his well-toned chest and groin. He soon followed, groaning as he emptied himself into her womb, packing his foalbatter to near overfill while she continually lubricated him. Gritting her teeth to stifle her own whimpers, Tiara loosed herself too, flooding her bowels with her warm spunk.

After squeezing out the last drop, Tiara carefully withdrew with a soft pop, Spoiled's gaping pink asshole oozing jizz. Rich collapsed atop Filthy, the pair huffing and huddling, their marriage apparently mended with a good fuck.

Her mother turned her head back and winked again. She had the feeling Spoiled was going to treat her nicely from now on, addicted to her cock and ready to take it whenever she wished. Thankfully now that she was sated for the day, her stallionhood and testicles started to shrink back in. Once her pussy returned she patted it a couple times with a smirk.

Returning to her room she stood before a full length mirror, the invisibility slowly wearing off too. She'd leave a heavy bag of bits for Zecora, anonymously of course. Maybe swipe a few more potions. There were so many things she wanted to try sometime...