Braeburn's Mom Gets a Dousing

by Evergreen_The_Horse

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, Porn, Fetish, Braeburn, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 4011

A teenage Braeburn on the cusp of stallionhood lived a happy, normal life with his mother. But when a mysterious dream suddenly turns into reality, he now has to deal with some new... endowments and sexual frustration. Luckily, momma's here to help~

A teenage Braeburn, on the cusp of stallionhood, has always lived a normal but happy life with his dearest momma, Honeycrisp. But, when a mysterious dream about him gaining a megacock becomes a reality, he must now deal with some new... endowments and all the sexual frustration that comes with it.
Luckily, his momma is here to help~

Warning: Contains Incest, Braeburn's big dick energy, massive cumshots, an OC riding a dick like a stripper pole, and Elfen Lied refrences

DISCLAIMER!!!
This is a fanmade prequel to a story made by GaryOak, "Braeburn Tastes The Rainbow". Please, go read his story and the sequel he made along with it!
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/93868/braeburn-tastes-the-rainbow
Also, please note that this a silly and not so serious story. Me and my friend Moorsheadfalling duel wrote this with the spirit of silliness in mind, just like Gary had done with "Braeburn Tastes The Rainbow". So please, don't take anything in this story seriously. It's meant to be fun!
And lastly, special thanks to GaryOak for being a fun fic writer and giving the ok in me posting this! You're awesome, man! And thanks to my friend and editor Moorsheadfalling for duel writing this fic will me and for making the cover art! :twilightsmile:

Published 2019-12-25 16:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2019-12-25 16:30:02 UTC

Braeburn's Mom Gets a Dousing

Author's Note

DISCLAIMER:
If you didn't see it in the story description, this is a fanmade prequel to GaryOak's fic, "Braeburn Tastes The Rainbow". Please go read it, the link is in the story description. Go support Gary!
Also, this story is not to be taken seriously. It was written for fun and silliness, so have fun reading it!
might be downvoted to oblivion anyway but hey, it was still worth a shot lol

Braeburn's Mom Gets a Dousing

“Thank ya kindly, sugar.”

“Give mah regards to him, Honeycrisp!”

The scorching Appleloosan sun beamed down on Honeycrisp’s peach-furred back as she trotted through the town market, two full baskets of apples draped over her back. She glanced over to the newsstand, where yet another story about the Buffalo’s claim to the orchard screeched back at her in harsh black writing. She sighed.

We ever gon’ get along already?

She put it out of her mind, thinking ahead to the apple pie that she had planned for the evening. Her colt was a pony of many things, and “pie lover” was definitely one of them. She smirked, wondering if he’d actually gotten up to anything today.

He’d reached his late teens, and having no interest in leaving the town, his job hunt was taking a while. He wanted to be some sort of guide, to show the folk getting off the train the best Appleloosa had to offer. Unfortunately for him, as no-one really visited Appleloosa, tourists were rare and guides were more or less unnecessary. She could tell those applebucking shifts down at the orchard were taking a toll on him, but it was honest work and deep down she couldn’t pretend the muscle he’d gained from them hadn’t made him even more handsome.

Maybe he deserves a pie or two.

Finally, she rounded the corner to the familiar sight of her homestead. A few boards loose here and there, but it was theirs. She pushed the door open and called out to the colt she assumed was laid out on his bed in the back room.

“Braebuuurn! Got’cha some appleees!”

~~~

Braeburn snapped upright on the couch he was laying on, all the soreness from the day’s work vanishing at once at the thought of some fruity pastry goodness for dinner. He slowly poked his head round the door, putting on his full colt next door charm.

“Why, mah deeearest Momma, ain’t you jus’ the best darned thing in AAAAAPPLELOOSA!”

Honeycrisp winced a little. He always said that a little too loud. She shrugged it off, flashed him a bemused smile and placed the baskets on the kitchen counter.

“Yeeeah, Ah know, jus’ hope y’all realise yer charms ain’t gon work much longer.”

She held her colt’s face between her hooves, suddenly noticing the longer fur that had grown around his chin.

“Heheh… You’re gon’ need’ta shave soon… Oh, nelly, mah lil’ colt’s all grown up.”

Braeburn playfully pushed her away.

“Moooom! C’mon now!”

He chuckled.

“Say, Ah’m gon’ take a nap, you wanna save me a couple for later?”

Honeycrisp looked at him a little mournfully - truth be told she’d been looking forward to having a big mother-son talk with him over a warm apple pie, but he must’ve been exhausted.

“Sure, sugar. You lay yer head down, Ah’ll bring you somm’a whatever ah make.”

Braeburn grinned at his mom before turning tail and dropping onto his bed, the soreness and exhaustion returning the second he did so, his brief second wind already gone. At least it didn’t take him long to fall asleep.

~~~

Braeburn could feel himself falling. Falling through an endless black void.

Where was he? What was this place?

He began to slow down, his fall turning into a relaxed descent. Finally, when he felt himself stop, completely suspended in the air, he opened his eyes.

Before him lay a strange, purple-blue void, with a small patch of light only a few feet in front of him. Intrigued, he took a step forward, only for another colt to step out from the other side. He had his exact stature, but was draped in a silk robe.

"W-W-What in tarnation? Where am Ah? W-Who are you?”

The figure poked his head up, showing his cheeky grin.

“Why, ain’t it obvious, Braeburn? Ah'm you."

Braeburn gasped, taking a step back.

“Y-Y’all can’t be! A-Ah’m me!”

"Ahh, but y'all wrong. We're jus' one in the same."

Shadow Braeburn grinned at his opposite.

“Y’all know why we’re here, don’cha? It’s time.”

"T-t-time? Time for what? ...Jus' how do y'all tell time in this dark an' dreary place, anywho?"

“Ah don’t. Ah’m only here when you really need me. An’ you do. There’s somethin’ inside you, Braeburn. “Y’all have felt it all yer life, right? Buildin'… growin’. Jus’ like yer cuzzin."

“M--Mah cuz? You mean cuzzin Big Mac?"

“Yeah… Me an’ his shadow form spoke too, real swell guy! But that ain’t nothin’ right now. Thing is, y’all got... a gift. A gift all Apple family males got. An’ it’s time fer you to let it out.”

"What kinda gift we talkin' 'bout here? Ah ain't got no gifts, it ain't even mah birthday!"

“Heh, y’all might be a stallion now but yer still so naïve. When yer jerkin’ yer dick, din’cha ever wonder why it felt like you could grow jus’ a couple… well, ten inches more?”

Braeburn gulped. He had. Whenever he got particularly horny, it was always like his already decently sized blessing was stretching, yearning to grow far beyond its bounds.

“Heh, thought so. It’s time, Braeburn, for you to... accept the gift-!!”

He turned and threw aside his gown, flinging it into the darkness. Braeburn eyes grew wide, almost in horror. His shadow form really did look just like him. Except...

"S-S-Sweet Celestia's belly achin' teats!! What in all of AAAAPPLELOOSA is that...!?"

His shadow form had a gigantic, twenty-two inch long behemoth penis, its black shaft mottled with white splotches and big, chunky veins feeding it all the blood it needed.

“Graah… This… will be yours, Braeburn. Right now, yer body’s doin’ the work to make it happen.”

A white light began to sweep over Shadow Braeburn’s blessing. The spirit stallion grinned, and in a flash, it was gone. Before Braeburn could even ask if his strange doppelganger was alright, blinding beams of light began to shine from his nethers. His mouth agape, he looked down, and his vision began to blur. The light overtook him, and he heard his shadow form one last time.

“Use it right, y’hear?”

~~~

Braeburn bolted upright in a cold sweat, gasping as he escaped from his dream.

"WHA-! WH-wh…"

His eyes gradually started to adjust to the darkness. Before he could take in his surroundings, a familiar watery, pungent musk smashed into his nostrils.

“T-That’s… THAT’S-!!”

Semen.

Horrified, Braeburn slowly turned his head to look out across the darkness of his room.

There was cum everywhere. A few huge splats lining the walls around him, big ropes of the stuff staining the floor and wall beyond his bed and plenty of stray flecks covering most of everything else. A chill ran through him as he slowly took in the male devastation he’d inflicted on his den. Finally, his gaze dropped to his crotch.

There it was. The beast he had envisioned in his dream. It was pointed straight upwards, painfully throbbing to his rapid heartbeat. His usual thirteen incher was now twenty-two inches long. The same veins snaked upwards, the same girth took up the room across his groin, and it was glistening in his spent spunk. His balls had even grown in circumference by an inch or two.

“U-Um… Shucks, uh…”

Not wanting to call attention to his act by clattering all over the place, Brae slumped onto his pillow, falling asleep pretty quickly as his new monster rested on his chest.

~~~

He awoke a few hours later to see the sun barely cresting over the tip of his windowsill. He must have passed out after the crazy premonition he had. He looked down to his sheath - thankfully the monster he’d been given the previous night was still sleeping. A lot of his mess had dried out, making it nearly invisible, but he knew that he had a lot of cleaning up to do. Even if it couldn’t be seen, anypony could smell it. Thank Celestia his mother left him alone after his nap, or at least decided not to disturb him during his… transformation.

He knew he had to do something about the mess. He slowly shifted out of his bed, his (now) massive sheath making it extremely difficult to move around. He certainly had to get used to his new package, he knew it'd definitely get in the way for even the simplest of actions.

He made his way to the door, making sure not to step in any of the puddles of… himself. His now more-than-sizeable sack swayed between his hind legs, brushing up against them in a less than familiar and comfortable manner. He slowly opened his door, peeked his head out and perked his ear.

...

He didn't hear any hoofsteps or noises of cutlery from the kitchen which most likely meant his mom wasn't up yet. That’d make cleaning up his accident all the easier. He snuck out of his room and, as silently as he could, made his way to the kitchen to grab as many paper towels as he could. He returned back to his room, paper towels in muzzle and hooves, and silently closed the door behind him.

Braebrun sighed. "Hoo-wee…" He looked over the complete mess before him. "Well… Ah suppose Ah better git t' work…"

For the next hour of the early Appleloosan morning, Brae spent his time cleaning up the mess he had made throughout the night. Being careful not to get any on himself, he used his mouth to dab a paper towel into the blobs of his mess. He grumbled to himself about this new situation he found himself in.

"...Can't just have a simple life, can Ah? Can't just have a normal dick, can Ah? Stupid shadow form of… ME!"

Despite his grumbles, and his massive curse getting in the way of his steps, he eventually cleaned his room of his spunk. It resulted in a pile of used and messy paper towels to accumulate in the corner, but at the very least, he got the room clean. The smell though… Braebrun's nostrils flared at the scent of musky, testosterone fueled cum.

"Well dagnabbit! Ah'm gunna have to bleach the whole room jus' to get that smell out!"

Brae groaned in frustration. He shot his head down to look in between his legs. There it was, his massive sheath and balls, as much as he wished that they weren't there.

"Consarn it!! Why’d you have to grow like that!? Ain’t nothing wuz wrong before you came along, dang it! Ah swear to Celestia, Ah’m gunna find a way t-”

"Brae? Braebrun? Y'all ok in there, honey?"

Braebrun's head shot upwards as he heard a drowsy yet muffled female voice yell from behind his door. His eyes dilated and he started to sweat. More importantly, he could feel a stir in his loins. He shot another look to his groin. He looked in horror as his boner was starting to grow yet again.

"Nonononono, not now! Anytime but now!!" He softly screamed.

"Ah woke up to you yellin' up a storm. You aren't havin' any trouble, are ya?"

She began to push the door open. Braeburn wanted to yell for her not to come in, but his words caught in his throat, his attention turned to his completely uncovered curse. Unable to think of anything else, he clutched it to his chest with his hooves, the leaking head poised below his chin just enough for his facial fur to brush the tip. He turned away from the door just as Honeycrisp came in.

“What’s goin’ on, sugar?”

"Uh… N-Nuthin, ma! Ab-so-lutely nuthin!"

Braebrun grit his teeth and tightly shut his eyes. He hoped so desperately that she'd buy it. But being the responsible and worried mother she was, he knew she wouldn't leave it at that.

“Don’t look like nothin’ to me! Yer nervous, y’all got a real sweat goin’ down yer back… Please, Brae, talk to me!”

"NO! I uh… Ah mean, no… Please ma, Ah'm fine, really! Just… go make breakfast, Ah'll be there in a sec."

Honeycrisp flinched at his initial response and her expression worsened into pure worry for her son.

“Brae, c’mon, Ah can't stand seein’ mah colt like this-”

“M-Momma, no-!”

She pulled on his shoulder, span him round…

...and nearly took a cockslap to the face as the beast whipped forth, wobbling a little as it settled into position. Braeburn blushed harder than ever, tears pricking at his eyes.

“This is it, alright!! This is what’s been gettin’ at me, happy now!?” he yelled.

“B-Braeburn! O-Oh mah gosh, what… is that…”

“Yeah! A-Ah hate it! Ah just woke up and it had grown like… a whole foreleg longer…”

“W-Wow… Ain’t never heard of colts havin’, like… a second pu-ber-ty before…”

Braeburn sniffed. Honeycrisp put a hoof to her mouth, a deep red blush coming to her cheeks. This would probably be the one and only time that the idea she’d just had wouldn’t destroy her relationship with him.

“How ‘bout… How ‘bout Ah help you take care of it?”

Braeburn’s gaze whipped round to her, stunned.

“M-Momma, A-Ah couldn’t-!”

“OH! Oh nono, not like puttin’ it in me, y’all would rip me in two! An' Ah ain’t gon’ take away yer cherry, jus’... maybe… if Ah do stuff to it, it might...”

Braeburn felt so low. Usually this would be reason to scoff and run away, disgusted, filled with embarrassment. But now, with his mega-dick throbbing away, powerfully aroused even as he tried to tell himself he wasn’t, suddenly the offer wasn’t so unthinkable. She was his momma, but right now she was also somepony who loved him and wanted to help with his problem.

“... O-Okay…”

Honeycrisp’s eyebrows raised, and her nethers grew even hotter.

“Alright, honeysuckle. Follow mah lead, we gon’ do this together. When that dang dick a’yers goes off, Ah don’t want you goin’ easy on me jus’ cause Ah’m… well, y’know…”

Braeburn nodded, his cock giving a confirmatory throb.

“So, uh… Why don’t Ah get it a lil’ wet first?” Honeycrisp said as she scooted in closer.

“Sure thing…”

“Lay down and push it up for me, Brae.”

Braeburn obeyed, slinking down onto his back and holding his colossal pony pounder upright.

His caring mother scooted closer, her son's flaring and aching cockhead throbbing mere inches in front of her muzzle. She wrapped her front hooves around him and leaned her head in.

Honeycrisp ran her mouth up and down the top half of her son’s megabeast, gleefully watching him fidget with pleasure as her tongue caressed his maleness.

“HaAaAAh~! Ooooh, Momma, feels so dang GOOD!”

A small squirt of precum shot from his cockhead, as if to confirm what he’d said. Honeycrisp felt far warmer than she wanted to admit, barely able to handle her son cutely throwing his forehooves over his face with embarrassment. She released his rock solid flesh for a moment, casually running a hoof up and down nearly its whole length as she teased him.

“Mmmf… Makin’ you feel real good, huh, Brae?”

“Y-Y’all enjoyin’ this way too much…”

Braeburn grimaced as Honeycrisp started on his cock again. It felt great, and he could feel his loins tightening, but he wasn’t even close to releasing anything yet.

“Mmf… M-Momma, I, uh… Ah think Ah'm gonna…”

Honeycrisp’s eyes went wide.

“Oh shoot! A-Already!? Thing this big, it’s gon’ make a real mess-”

“Heheh! Uh… No, no - Ah think I’m gonna need somethin’ a lil’ rougher if Ah’m gon’ make that mess.”

Honeycrisp chuckled, her blush growing redder.

“O-Oh… H-Heh…”

“I dunno, could I… uh…”

She watched him wrestle with whether he could ask her his question.

“Brae, ah was just slurpin’ yer dick. Ah think we left bein’ embarrassed ‘bout all this back a ways.”

“Um… ‘kay, uh… Could I… Ah mean... Ah don’t wanna put it in yer marehood, but… what if Ah jus’... put it between yer thighs… or summin’…?”

Honeycrisp’s eyebrows raised again. Lewd thoughts blazed through her mind, her body was begging her to take him up on his request, and a strange mix of pride, motherly love and perverse arousal filled her completely. She closed her eyes.

Celestia, please don’t look down on this poor ol’ mare, Ah just wanna make mah colt happy. And… maybe a lil’ pleasured.

“Sure, sugar.”

Honeycrisp hopped up and straddled herself as if she was hopping on to a bull. Brae's massive member ran it's way up her stomach and touched it's tip to her chin.

"Whoa Nelly! You sure aren't mah little colt anymore, are ya…?"

Brae responded, not voluntarily, with his cock throbbing once again and spitting more pre. Her chin and chest was getting pretty messy now.

"S-sorry Momma…"

"Naw, y'all don't have to be sorry 'bout nothing, Honey Pie. Jus' sit back and let Momma take care of you~"

Honeycrisp leaned forward and wrapped her front hooves around the base, hugging it to her chest and giving a small kiss to the tip. She then took her hind legs and squeezed them near the bottom of his cock. She was now fully supporting herself upright, holding onto her son's dick like it was a stripper pole. She was squatted down, her rump just inches above his balls. A few drops of her own excitement dripping down onto them.

"You ready, Braeburn? Momma's gon’ take care of you~" She mewed, her sensual voice full of care and love.

"Ah… Ah think so…"

She nodded. Honeycrisp took a big breath, and an equally big exhale. And with that, she finally started to move. She pushed herself up with her hind legs, dragging Braeburn's sensitive cock skin upward. He gave a pleasured groan, his eyes snapping closed and his head snapping backwards onto the floor. Honeycrisp smiled warmly at her son's reaction, becoming more motivated to slay the monstrous beast cursing her son's crotch by the second.

She lowered herself back down, softly squatting on his sizable balls, her wetness brushing up on them. A cold yet pleasurable shiver ran up her spine from the touch. Upon lowering herself, her chin came back in contact with his flare. She had dabbed her chin in a big dollop of pre that had built up, it's warm stickiness smearing itself onto it, leaving strands of pre connecting his cock to herself when she rose back up.

Honeycrisp repeated her motions, slowly rising and falling, stroking his cock in a very timely fashion. The upper coat of her chest was caked in her son's clear pre and was only getting messier with each stroke. Braeburn's breathing was shaky, every time his mother rose he would take a sharp gasp through his teeth, and every time she fell he would give a strained groan.

Braeburn's cock was sore with how much pre he was producing and how hard he was finding himself through this whole encounter. He was technically having sex with his own mom! This was so wrong! It was so… stereotypical of a southern mother and son…

And yet… it was the hottest experience of his entire life. His own mother was stroking him off, genuinely trying to make him blow his load for her. And with the building pressure he was starting to feel in his huge testicles and the primal thobs and veins pulsing through his pussy destroyer, he assumed her methods were working. He was getting close…

Honeycrisp picked up the pace, surprised to feel that she was actually starting to break a sweat. Nevertheless, her squats of cock stroking started to get even faster. Her hind legs started to burn, her retired applebucking leg muscles begging for her to give it a rest. But she couldn't. Not until her little col- Big and well endowed stallion- was relieved and happy.

"Phew! Y'all are really givin' me a workout, Brae!" She shouted out. "Come on, Honey Pie! You can do it!" She encouraged.

"Hnng… rrrrng…!!" Braeburn strained. He's breathing was getting shallow, he felt his head starting to get light, his balls scrunch up and heavily churn, his hooves uncontrollably scratch against the floor, his teeth grit and grind against each other, all in order to hold back. It was all so wrong, he was really about to blow a load onto his own mother! The thought should have disgusted him, but…

It only made him hornier!

"OoooOOOooh-!! S-Sweet Celestia, I’m gunna cum, Mommaaaa-!”

Remembering her wedding night, Honeycrisp dived backwards, freeing her son’s beast from between her front legs. Landing on her back and preparing herself for the worst, she kept her thighs on either side of Braeburn's cock, squishing it between them and giving it the final few strokes it needed to reach the finish line.

“Let it out, Brae, don’t you go easy on me!”

Braeburn sat up onto his haunches, reaching down and furiously stroking his beast with both hooves. Honeycrisp felt a pang of empathy for him - no way was it going to be easy cumming out that thing.

“HAA! AAH! AH-HNNNNNNNNGG!!”

Braeburn clenched his teeth and threw his head back as a geyser of colt cream erupted from his big bulbous blessing, flying high into the air and raining down onto Honeycrisp. She gasped, giggling like a schoolfilly as she tried to shield herself from the onslaught of virile and fresh stallion spunk.

“HNG-NNNNGRROOOAH!!”

It was no use though, as Braeburn gripped his mast and pushed it forward, groaning as another long burst of splooge blasted out, splattering his momma’s chest and forehooves. Honeycrisp wailed, squealing with each surprisingly warm splash against her body.

“MMF!! HRRRG! NN-HNNRRG!”

Braeburn kept up his assault, pounding his penis as it squirted shots of all shapes and sizes all over the place.

“GHA! Haa! Aaaaaah~!!”

Honeycrisp heard her colt sigh happily and felt a couple more drips splash against her face - clearly he’d flicked it a few times.

Honeycrisp opened her eyes a little, lost in bliss as she felt countless drips of her son’s cum slowly run down her body and fall to the floor, adding to the puddle around her. His voice snapped her out of it.

“Jeeez, Momma, you look like one’a them do-nuts!”

She looked to see her son beaming at her, his beast well and truly defeated, hanging limp between his legs, still managing to reach just over a foot. She smiled back, happy to see his cheerful self returning.

“Well, who’s fault is that!? Ah ain’t never seen a stallion pop like that in mah life! You okay!?”

Braeburn made his dick twitch. He felt like 5 tons of pent up fluids had been freed from his nuts. He could have sworn they even felt lighter all of a sudden.

“Hehe! Weeell, that was a heck of a load, but Ah ain’t never felt better!”

He got to his feet and gave her a peck on the cheek, landing on one of the few spots not soaked in his horse jizz.

“Thanks Momma. Lemme, uh… Lemme get the tub filled for ya.”

He trotted out the room, leaving Honeycrisp alone with the countless future generations of their family he’d sprayed all over the place.

“Y-Yeah… Thanks, sugar…”

A confusing blend of emotions surged through Honeycrisp's mind - shock, compassion, a little bit of horror. More than anything though, she had to admit she found herself full of love, and an odd sense of pride in her colt.

“Huff… Dear Celestia, watch over the mare he gets with. She's gonna have one heck of a time…”

~Fin~