One night, my adoptive father, Pickle Park came home even later than usual. Before he could even say, “Hey, Honey, I'm—” Amber Gleam started tearing into him.

“And just where have you been?” she said, her normally gentle voice rising. “Do you really think you can come home at all hours of the night, smelling like other mares, and expect me to have dinner waiting on the table and your next day's clothes washed? I won't have it! No husband of mine is going to treat me like this!”

Pickle backed up until his green rump pressed up against the closed front door. “Expect? I don't expect anything. And what do you mean smelling like—”

“Smelling like the two-bit whorses who hang around the waystation rest stops waiting for cart haulers just like you! No no no!” She shook her hoof at him. “Don't even try to act like you don't know what I'm talking about. I've seen them! Remember that trip into Baltimare we made to buy a new stove? I saw the way they look at you, and I saw the way you look at them! And I smell their cheap perfume on you right now!”

“Honey, come on. You know I wouldn't do anything like that. The produce warehouse I make deliveries to is right next to a perfume factory. That's probably what you're smelling.”

“Oh I bet you're making deliveries! Do those whorses let you cum inside, or does that cost extra?”

I hid as well as I could behind the doorway from the kitchen into the hallway, hoping they wouldn't see me. I was still only a little foal, you see, and I didn't even really understand what they were arguing about. I thought Mommy was just upset about Daddy coming home so late, and I didn't know why she was being so mean to him. Soon, though, she wasn't the only one being mean.

“Why would I want them instead of you? You really want to know?” He scoffed, blowing his mane out of his face. “Not that I ever would or ever had, but come on. Can't you figure it out? When's the last time you lifted your tail for me, huh? Has it been a week, a month? All I get when I come home is more nagging about all the housework I'm supposed to magically help with even though I'm out there earning bits for us all day! Nopony would blame me if I did.”

Amber stomped her hoof down. “I would blame you if you did! And you did! And I do blame you! I make more bits than you do, mister! And I lift my tail for you plenty often enough that you shouldn't be going around paying other mares to do it!”

“Really? When's the last time? Can you even remember?”

“What? Are you going to pay me for it?”

“Would that help?” he quipped sarcastically. “Come on. We both know you're infertile, so there's no risk. We could do it anytime ... if you were ever in the mood.”

“Infertile!” Amber's voice rose to a shrill pitch the neighbors could probably hear. It definitely would have woken me up, if I wasn't already up watching them. “What does that have to do with anything? I still gave you a baby, didn't I?”

“Cadance?” He shook his head. “It's not the same.”

“Oh, and those whorses at the waystation are going to carry a foal for you, huh, are they? How much does that cost?”

At that moment, Pickle happened to glance in my direction. I was sure he saw me – he cringed when he did. I scampered away, back down the hall to my room.

Once I shut myself in there and hid under my covers as if I'd been sleeping the whole time, I could only hear the argument's muffled tones and the occasional shouted word. But I hid all the same, hoping they wouldn’t notice I'd been staying up past my bedtime. The argument raged on and on, well past the time when my eyelids started getting really heavy.

I didn't know how I was going to fix this, but I knew I had to. I just had to figure something out. But as I drifted off to sleep, my last thought was that I'd have to do that tomorrow. No more time today...

* * *

I woke up earlier than usual in the morning, to the sound of a loud clatter of pans and a frustrated curse from Amber Gleam. She was definitely still in a sour mood.

But that was okay. As if it had all come to me while I was dreaming, I felt like I knew exactly what I had to do: I had to get them back together again, kissing and stuff as I'd once peeked in and seen them doing when I was even younger. And miraculously, I just intuitively seemed to know how I could do that. I couldn't remember what I'd dreamed that night, but it was as if I'd already dreamed my way through what I had to do ... and it would be so easy.

Sparing time only for a nice, relaxing yawn and to wrap my mane back into a ponytail with my usual blue ribbon, I readied myself and headed out into the hall.

I caught a glimpse of Pickle Park as I went down the hall. He was curled up and reading something in his favorite chair, way back in the back corner of the spare room. Obviously hiding from Amber Gleam. There was a pillow and a blanket next to him, as if he'd slept there. But it was good that he was hiding, for now. I instinctively felt that everything would be ruined if I accidentally got them in the same room too early and they started fighting again.

And I probably didn't need to worry about him going anywhere else. Today was a Saturday, which meant I didn't have school, Amber didn't have to work in her jewelry shop, and Pickle didn’t have to go on any deliveries. I really doubted he'd dare to leave the house – Amber would probably accuse him of being with other mares around town if he did.

When I got to the kitchen, I found Amber slamming pots back into the cupboard one by one, probably hard enough to dent them. With each one, she muttered under her breath a little. The stove was on, but she wasn't cooking anything on it yet.

“Hi, Mom,” I said cheerfully, despite the way her muttering made my fur stand on end.

Instantly, she stopped and her entire demeanor changed. “Oh, hi sweetie! You're up already? I didn’t wake you did I?” She smiled a little too widely. “I'm making pancakes for breakfast today!”

“Yay!” I said with genuine glee. I used to love pancakes when I was little, and even though I had other plans, maybe she'd still make pancakes for all of us after I helped her work things out with Pickle.

I ran up to hug her around the neck, and she wrapped one hoof around my back, even though her other front hoof was still holding a frying pan.

But I had other reasons for a hug, rather than just excitement about pancakes and filial love. Just before we separated, I prodded the back of her neck a little bit with my hooves. “Wow, Mom, you're really tense...”

She turned around, stacking pans back in the cupboard again ... more gently and actually more effectively this time. “It's nothing, sweetie. Probably just slept on it wrong. D-don't worry about it.”

“Let me give you a massage!” I hopped up on my hind hooves, prancing as I showed off my front hooves.

She turned to look at me, her golden orange face screwed up quizzically. “A ... massage? Huh? What's gotten into you?”

“One of the other fillies in my class just got her cutie mark as a masseuse pony!” I hoped she wouldn't ever think to check up on that little lie. “Maybe I could get a cutie mark for that, too!”

“Ah, I see.” She sighed with a slight – but genuine – smile and shook her head. “Probably not. After all, you're an alicorn pony. That's really special. Don't you think your destiny is going to be something more special than being a massage pony?”

“Please,” I said, hopping up again and propping my front hooves against her chest to look at her even more closely. “Missus Bellwether says that everypony in the class should try all kinds of different things in order to find our special talents.” That part was true, at least.

“Oh, alright.” Amber twisted her neck to one side, then the other. “I guess I could use one, and nopony's going to starve if breakfast is a little later than usual.”

I hopped back down to the floor and danced in a little bouncing circle, genuinely thrilled that things were going well so far.

“As long as you're okay with getting your pancakes a little later...”

“Uh-huh!” I said without hesitation. As good as pancakes were, getting my adoptive parents back together was way more important. Even at that young of an age, I knew that ponies being together was the most important thing of all.

We headed down the hallway, and luckily, Amber didn't even glance into the spare room. Maybe she already knew Pickle was in there and didn't want to see him. That was all for the best though. Somehow, I knew it wasn't time for her to see him yet. I needed to work with her first.

Amber followed me into her bedroom – which she sometimes shared with Pickle – easily enough, but she hesitated when I motioned for her to get up on the bed. “Um...” She looked at me, then looked around the room, especially at the still-open door. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

“Uh-huh! Pillow Plush showed us all how she does it, right after she showed everypony her cutie mark for the first time.” Digging myself even deeper into these lies. I really hoped Amber Gleam would never bother to look into this purely fictional massage-giving filly in my class. “Just lie down on the bed, and I'll do everything!”

“Oh...” She glanced at the door again. I really hoped she wouldn't shut it. It would need to be open for when Pickle came in. But she did get up on the bed without shutting the door, lying on her belly and resting her head on her forehooves. “Okay then. If you say so. Just ... don't do it too hard, okay?”

“Of course!” I said, hopping up onto the bed next to her.

Right away, I started working my hooves gently over Amber Gleam's tense back and neck muscles. Her creamy orange fur was soft and plush underneath my hooves, despite how rigid her muscles were underneath, and her yellow mane flowed silkily over my hooves when I brushed it out of the way. And maybe being all tense and laid out on the bed like this tended to accentuate things, but I really thought she had the kind of body a stallion could appreciate a lot. As little as I knew about such things at the time, I still had the feeling that Pickle was really a lucky stallion to have her, if he'd just realize it.

Well, getting him to realize that could come later. For now, I had to work on Amber Gleam.

Up and down again, up and down, over and over... I pressed gently against her protesting muscles until each one of them stopped protesting quite so much, helping her whole body relax against the bed.

Each time I went up and down her back, she moaned slightly in pleasure and relief. “Oh,” she said at one point. “Oh yes, that's the spot. My goodness, you're good at this. Maybe you really will get your cutie mark as a massage pony.”

I was glad she was feeling better – that was part of the plan. But there was a lot more to the plan than just that. With each trip up and down Amber Gleam's back, I went just a bit lower down her flanks. Eventually, I was pressing my hooves deep into the soft curves of her rump each time.

Slowly, Amber's tail began to rise. “Um, sweetie?” she said.

“Uh-huh?” I didn't stop massaging.

“That's, um... M-maybe that's enough for now.”

I glanced under her raised tail just in time to see her privates wink open pinkly and drip a little syrupy drop onto the bedspread. I'd never seen anything like that before, but somehow I just knew it was a good sign. Time to move things up a notch... “No, not yet,” I whined. “You have to roll over first!”

“Roll over? Onto my back?”

“Uh-huh! Pillow, um...” What was her name supposed to be again? Oh yeah! “Pillow Plush says the tummy is just as important as the back!”

“Oh... Well, if you say so, just...”

“Just what?” I looked her in the eye, as innocently as I could.

She pursed her lips together. “Oh, nothing. Okay, scoot over a little and let me roll over.”

As soon as she rolled over onto her back, I started working my way down her soft orange body again, starting with her forelegs, onto her chest, and gradually on downward.

By the time I'd begun gently pressing in and out around her belly button, she'd started to twitch her legs a little bit every time I went slightly lower. But that was just because her muscles were so tense, right? That's the excuse I'd use if she questioned me about it, at least. Not that she did. She was too busy trying to suppress the slight moans she kept making.

Working my way over the downward curve at the very underside of her belly, I had to admit to myself I was actually kind of enjoying it a bit, too. The gentle curves of her underbelly felt really nice, and they looked even nicer. I kept glancing down between her legs to see that little pink nub wink out of her privates. I wasn't sure what that meant – I'd never seen it before. But it sure seemed like my gentle touches were working on her the way I'd hoped they would.

Finally, I got all the way down her body, starting to massage the almost bare skin around her teats and her plush round upper thighs.

“S-Sweetie,” Amber said breathlessly, “don't you think that's enough?”

I pressed both sides of her underbelly, drawing my hooves together in the middle. I didn't quite touch her teats, but I pressed them together enough to rub them against each other slightly. It made Amber moan and twitch again.

“I can't stop now,” I told her. “Look how tense your legs are!”

“But I ... mmm...” Amber's protest fizzled out to nothing as I moved on to her thighs, pressing and squeezing.

Although I still didn't touch her privates directly, I wasn't shy at all about running my hooves firmly up and down her velvety-furred inner thighs. If I pushed just right, they'd bulge out in a way that made them rub against her privates, and then she really moaned, unable to control herself anymore.

I spent a long time there, massaging her flanks, her hips, her thighs ... and indirectly, her very needy-looking privates. Every touch made Amber Gleam twitch and squirm. By the time I considered my job done, her hind legs were trembling against the bed, and she was making little humping motions upward into the air.

“There,” I said cheerfully. “Does that feel better?”

She let out a deep moan, half in frustrated need and half in the satisfaction of finally being relaxed physically. “Oh sweetie... Oh my goodness...”

Smiling to myself, I hopped down off the bed, already thinking of how I'd get Pickle Park ready.

“Cadance, sweetie...” Mom took a few deep breaths. “I... I think we might have to wait a little on the pancakes. Do you think you can let me just rest for a little bit and go play?”

“Sure!” I said, beaming. I already knew exactly where I wanted to go play.

* * *

A few choice dolls suspended in my magic, I trotted right into the spare room where Pickle was reading.

He looked up from his magazine with a start – it had a picture of a mare sprawled out in little bits of lacy frill on the cover. “C-Cadie! What are you doing in here?” Shoving the magazine under his blanket, he struggled to regain his composure. “I mean, um... Hi, buttercup. How's your morning going?”

I rolled my eyes theatrically. “Mom says she needs some 'alone time'. Can I come in and play in here?”

He snorted. “Of course she does. Typical.”

Still, though, I stood in the doorway with a couple dolls.

“Oh, yeah ... and of course you can play in here if you want. I don't mind.”

“Yay! Thank you, Daddy!”

He watched me with a smile as I plopped myself down in the middle of the room. But unfortunately, I wasn't able to see his reaction as I took up a very strategic position right in front of him. I couldn't see him because I was facing directly away from him, my front legs folded so I could get down at the level of my little dolls, but my hind legs still straight up in the air. I swished my tail back and forth as I started playing with the dolls, seemingly without a care in the world.

But in reality, I was paying far more attention to the feeling of his eyes on my backside than the attention I was giving my dolls. I pretended to move them around and have them talk to each other, mainly just to have a reason to wiggle my rump side to side.

Something told me – coming to me as if I'd dreamed it all again – that the best way to get my adoptive dad started would be to give him something nice to look at. And he was definitely getting that! I could only imagine what he'd be getting glimpses of under my swishing tail. I'd only ever seen my own little pink privates in mirrors a few times ... and even then not often, since our family didn't have any full-height mirrors like that. Only at the clothing shop in Baltimare or something like that. But I instinctively knew that the little pink bulb protruding slightly between my butt cheeks would really catch his attention.

If the unmistakeable feeling of his gaze locked onto me was any indication, I was definitely giving him quite a view.

Maybe too much, because he suddenly said, “Hey, um, Cadie... Could you maybe turn around. I, um... I want to see the dollies you're playing with.”

“Sure!” I said, whipping around to face him.

His hooves darted down in front of his crotch. Hiding something? But what...?

I wasn't just going to face him and play where I was, though. Oh no. That might let him calm down too much. Instead, I bounded toward him and jumped up in his lap, straddling his big green hind legs with my smaller pink ones. I made sure to squeeze in nice and close as I used my magic to hold the different dolls up to his face.

“This is Missus Plum Blossom,” I said, holding up a white mare. “And this is Mister Barrel Back.” I presented a brown earth pony stallion. “And they love each other very much.” I made the dolls kiss each other, accompanying it with plenty of enthusiastic – almost lewd – sound effects. And as I did so, I just happened to bounce forward and back in his lap a little. The warmth of his legs on my inner thighs was actually really nice.

He gulped. “Um... Cadie, buttercup...?”

Oh, but I wasn't done with him yet. Pressing myself even closer, my belly against his, I held up a smaller pink doll. This one was pretty formless, a barely pony-shaped chunk of pink wood, but it would do just fine. “And this is Princess Buttercup! She loves her mommy and daddy very much, too!” I held all three of them together, making the over-the-top kissing sounds again.

Pickle Park just stared at them, his eyes going wide.

“But sometimes, Mommy Plum Blossom and Daddy Barrel Back love each other so much that they forget about Princess Buttercup.” I separated the little pink one from the group again, still making the others kiss. “That's why Princess Buttercup wants to sneak off with her daddy sometimes...” Tossing the white mare to the floor behind me, I held up the stallion and the little pink one together, making the kissing noises again. Subtly, I rubbed myself against his belly at the same time, making sure to look into his eyes with an adoring sparkle as I did so.

“T-that's nice...” Pickle gulped, blushing hard now. “But, um...”

“Princess Buttercup loves her daddy so much that she wants to do everything with him, and she wants to be really close.” I pressed the two dolls together, belly-to-belly, just like the way I was sitting in his lap. “Mmm, yes,” I said in a high falsetto for Princess Buttercup's voice. “I love you daddy, and I like feeling you against me!”

At that moment, something big and warm pressed up between his belly and mine. I felt the tingling touch of it against my teats, and it made me gasp.

Before I could look down and see it, though, Pickle caught hold of my chin and prevented me from looking down. “That’s...” He took a few heated breaths. “That's wonderful... But, um... I need to go check on your mom!” Awkwardly, he shoved me off his lap and hustled off out of the room as quickly as he could ... not quickly enough to stop me from seeing something swinging between his legs.

I smiled, even as I lay sprawled out on the floor. Somehow, I just knew the sight of that thing between his legs meant this was going well. Now if only he'd actually turn to Amber Gleam for relief... Hopefully he wasn't just saying that.

Cautiously, I snuck to the door of the spare room and looked up and down the hall. Already no sign of him. But had he gone down the hall and into the big bedroom, or had he gone up the hall and into the kitchen?

Hushed voices from down the hall answered that for me. I crept toward their bedroom. Once I quietly opened the door and peeked inside, I could actually understand what they were saying.

“Oh Pickle, I don't even care anymore – just kiss me!”

That sounded really good! And I grinned when I saw them on the bed together, Pickle on top of Amber, her hooves wrapped around the back of his neck as they started to kiss.

Yes! That was it! My heart swelled to see them loving each other again. I'd done it! I'd really done it!

Their hooves roamed over each other's bodies. One of Pickle's forehooves found its way down between Amber's legs, making her moan loudly into his mouth. One of her own hooves came around and grabbed his butt hard, pulling him toward herself.

Wow ... I'd never seen kissing like this before! I watched in wide-eyed fascination.

“I... I need your mouth, honey. Please!” Pickle said breathlessly between kisses.

Amber moaned something like an “Mmm-hm” against his lips, and to my surprise, Pickle turned around on top of her.

Now, instead of being face to face, they faced each other's underbellies. Pickle immediately dove down between her outspread legs, licking at her privates. And a moment later, Amber started licking his thing, too. She even took the tip of it inside her mouth and started swallowing it down!

I watched in fascination as the two of them licked and sucked each other, my eyes drinking in every detail. I'd never dreamed that ponies could do that with each other ... or maybe I had. The more I looked, the more natural it seemed, as if maybe I had dreamed about this before.

It didn't last very long, though. Soon, Pickle lifted his head up. His muzzle was covered in something wet and sticky-looking. “Oh Amber, that feels so good! I've missed you so much. Do you want to, you know...?”

Amber pulled her mouth off of his thing and gasped for breath for a moment before answering. “Yes! Yes! Oh Goddess, yes!”

Suddenly, the two of them got up, dropping off opposite sides of the bed.

Wait ... that wasn't supposed to happen. This was supposed to bring them closer together, not farther apart!

Amber stood next to the bed, on all fours and with her hind legs slightly spread. She lifted her tail way up over her back, and then I could see her privates, winking open and pink more fervently than ever. And something was dripping out of her. Was that okay? Was something going terribly wrong?

But no... Pickle came up next to her, that thing between his legs even bigger and stiffer. Now instead of swinging, it bounced rigidly under his belly, the tip of it slapping against his chest. “Call me 'Daddy',” he said in a low whisper.

“Huh?” Amber said, looking over her shoulder at him.

“Please ... just this once.”

She smiled at him. “Okay.” Then she licked her lips very smoothly and slowly. “Come on top of me, Daddy! Mount me and put your big cock inside my tight little pussy!”

Immediately, Pickle leapt up and put his chest on top of her back. His hoof rubbed up and down the curve of her rump, and he sucked in a deep breath. “Oh wow... I've missed your ass so much, honey.”

“Do it, Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me 'till I scream, Daddy!”

He pushed forward, and I saw that thing between his legs – a 'cock'? – butt up against Mom's privates – her 'pussy'? – before slowly parting the lips of it and squeezing inside. Once the tip was in, he started pushing and pushing, and it just kept going in!

My jaw dropped. The way they'd angled themselves, I had a perfect view of what was happening, and I could clearly see his cock sliding in and in. Where was it all going? I had no idea a mare's privates could do that! Did all mares have a deep inside place like that, where stallions could put their things – their cocks?

Even as I watched, I reached one hoof down between my own hind legs, past my teats, stretching it up until I could just barely touch my own privates. I'd meant to just touch and feel if I had an opening that deep, but the moment I touched myself there, a jolt of pleasure ran through me ... a tingling little carnal joy like I'd never felt before. My hoof froze in place as I tried to come to terms with what I'd just felt.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Daddy! Pull my mane!”

Pickle started thrusting in and out of her, his teeth gripping the base of her mane. He pounded hard against her ass every time, making it jiggle a little as his thighs slapped against it. I could see his other parts bouncing against her down there. His balls, I realized, remembering what one of the colts at school had called them. I hadn't thought it was important at the time, but now I really was glad I knew what they were ... even if I was still pretty confused about what they were for.

And as I watched them go at it with each other, the wet dripping sounds of Dad's cock sliding in and out of Mom's pussy, I started rubbing my own privates again, my own pussy.

It felt good ... really good. At first, I was being really careful because my hoof was hard and my privates were really soft, but once I figured out how to touch them with the softer inner part of my hoof, I could start going faster and faster without hurting myself. And somehow, things started to get really wet and slippery back there. Was I leaking the same way Amber had? But it only made things feel even better!

As the pace of Pickle's thrusting grew quicker and more erratic, so did the pace of my own hoof. I could feel something building up inside of me. I didn't know what it was, but I knew I wanted it, and I knew it was going to be amazing.

It was kind of like the way I'd known everything else today. It just came instinctively. So I moved my hoof even faster against my own little pussy, trying to keep from breathing so loud that they'd hear me. And I couldn't let myself moan, even though I suddenly started feeling like I wanted to. This feeling inside of me – it was growing and growing until it seemed like there was no room for anything else!

Suddenly, Pickle stopped moving, slamming his cock all the way inside Amber.

“Yes!” she cried out. “I'm coming! Fill me, Daddy, fill me!”

Pickle just grunted, and I watched in wide-eyed fascination as the little bit of his cock still exposed at the base started jumping up and down, pulsing as if it had a mind of its own. Amber screamed out shrilly, a big splash of milky juices squeezing out around the entrance of her pussy. Soon, it was followed by a wave of something slower-flowing, creamier and whiter.

Thankfully, the loudness of her cry covered up the quiet little squeal I couldn't help but let out as something released inside me. My insides pulsed like they never had before, moving around and squeezing inside of me, and I felt a dribble of my own warm juices against my hoof. Every squeeze of my insides let loose a hot wave of pleasure that surged out from deep inside my belly to flow through my whole body, seemingly from the tip of my horn to the tip of my tail.

I collapsed onto the floor in the hallway, struggling to catch my breath and knowing I'd just discovered something that would change my life forever.

Meanwhile, Pickle slowly slid down off of Amber's back. His cock slid out as well, coming free with a sudden pop that left a big splat of that white cream to splash down onto the carpet. His cock swung underneath him, and I stared at the still-dripping tip. It was now even thicker than before, but only right at the tip. Probably like twice as thick! I drank in every detail without a hint of shame. Somehow, I knew it was one of the most important things I'd ever seen. Grown-ups wouldn't be hiding it so much if it wasn't important!

Once Pickle began to turn toward the door, though, I had to scurry away before they saw me. Figuring out what to do with what I'd learned would have to wait for another time.

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