Mother-Daughter Bonding

by Jackelope

Rating: mature
Tags: Abyssinians, Diamond Tiara, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Comedy, Romance, Porn, Sex, Spoiled Rich, Profanity
Length: 20181

Diamond Tiara, after a fight with her mother, happens upon an Abyssinian in a rundown store. The mysterious cat-lady grants her a wish that changes everything, which has unexpectedly phallic consequences...

Diamond Tiara loathes the trips with her mother, Spoiled Rich. She's demanding, cruel and she never gets any time to herself as a result. During an unlikely yet petty catalyst, Diamond storms out of their hotel and into the rain. Finding sanctuary within a lone store on a lone street, she encounters the unlikeliest of creatures within - an Abyssinian! Not only that, the Abyssinian has only a single ware: a wish. And Diamond takes it, not expecting the odd consequences of her wish...

A big floppy marecock!

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Thank you to one anonymous pre-reader for their excellent feedback and big thanks to Maxwell Edison for looking over the early part of this fic.
Tags: Female-to-futa, incest, large cock, large balls, cock worship, large insertion, large voluptuous female proportions, very light musk stuff, impregnation.

Published 2021-02-02 03:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2021-02-02 03:00:00 UTC

Two Cats Eyes

Diamond Tiara was angry.

To many, if not all that knew her, that wasn’t a surprise. It seemed to be the default demeanour of the earth pony mare, who glowered in the direction of anyone unlucky enough to accidentally look in hers. Despite her small, petite frame, even a towering stallion flinched under her directed gaze. One would presume it was in her nature, that an errant flame from Tartarus had somehow found its way into the soul of some random filly to make her so choleric. It spoke volumes about the teen than that the only explanation for her candour was a touch of pure evil. It was rather ironic then that the source of her fury originated entirely from the mortal realm...

“Diamond Tiara, where’s my sleep mask?”

Manehatten. Colloquially known as the city of lights. That fact certainly made it a bane to Luna, light pollution and all, but it was definitely one of Diamond Tiara’s favourite places in theory. Sky high buildings, countless stores and a roaring nightlife for ponies her age. Unfortunately, ‘fun’ and ‘Manehatten’ were words that refused to meet in her mind like two positive poles of a magnet.

“Diamond Tiara, I know you can hear me!”

Diamond grimaced at the shrill voice of her mother. Every occasion in which Diamond was in the city of her dreams, she was unfortunately joined by her mother. Or rather, she was dragged along by her mother, often giving the unscrupulous duty of ‘trip organiser’, ‘baggage carrier’ and ‘maid’ all the same. Spoiled Rich was a socialite, travelling far and wide to attend fundraisers and charity events, shaking hands with the wealthy and famous all in the name of a good cause. It was all an act really, one not even her father could see through, since he was the one that insisted they went together in the name of mother-daughter bonding. Diamond knew her mother more than anyone, and arrogant barely scratched the surface of Spoiled’s flaws. In fact, Diamond considered that the worst duty forced upon her, one unfortunately assigned at birth: being the daughter to Spoiled Rich!

“Diamond, do not make me shout a third time!”

Diamond growled, her lithe frame rising from her bed. She marched towards the door of their adjoining rooms, her stomps ineffectual on the plush carpet. She couldn’t complain about the quality of the bedroom, since five-star hotels tried to keep the list of cons as few as possible but she would happily go down a few stars if it meant she was in better company. Her hand coiled around the doorknob and yanked it open, trying to keep her anger contained behind a firm jaw and flared nostrils.

Her eyes landed on her mother’s back, boring holes into it. Spoiled was adorned in a decadent red silk dressing gown, applying a green-hued face mask across her cheeks with meticulous focus. Her eyes, blue like sapphires, met her daughter’s gaze through the reflection in the mirror. Diamond knew if it weren’t for the green later of slime covering Spoiled’s face, she would be at the receiving end of a scowl.

“Where’s my sleeping mask, dear?” Spoiled asked flatly, although Diamond picked up the mild sound of annoyance. The use of ‘dear’ wasn’t sincere either. She used the affectionate term with dozens of others. If anything, it was mocking. “If I don’t get a good night’s sleep, I’ll look positively haggard for the ball tomorrow.”

Diamond let out a short, sharp breath through her nostrils. She might have counted to ten if her mother wasn’t so tight-fisted with time as she was money. “I don’t know.”

“You do know,” she asserted pretentiously, running her thumb down her snout, “You’re the one who packed it.”

Diamond crossed her arms over her small chest, giving a non-committal shrug. Her mother was being difficult. Like always. “All I know is that I did pack it. If you can’t find it, that means you lost it.”

Spoiled smirked, pausing the application to shoot a condescending look through the mirror. “Well, that would be wrong, wouldn’t it?”

Diamond arched an eyebrow, her features becoming harder. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I’m not incompetent, so…” she trailed off, the implication of her words both blunt and piecing.

Diamond clenched her jaw. She had been at the receiving end of her mother’s remarks for years now. She thought by now, since she was effectively an adult, that they would have lost their potency. Yet, they still struck her as harshly as they did as a filly. If her mother’s words were daggers, she would have been covered head to hooves with holes – a Swiss cheese mare, so to speak. Diamond’s retort to such stabbing words had been unchanged from childhood.

“Funny isn’t it? At anypony else, I’d be furious,” Spoiled continued casually, resuming the application of her mask, “I suppose I just expect it from you at this point.”

Diamond winced, closing her eyes. That was new. It was one thing to call her such but to expect it. There was something particularly hurtful about that. It wasn’t common that her insults were as laden with implication as her words, twisting them even deeper.

“Now, be a good filly and apologise. That’s something I know you can do,”

Diamond said nothing. It was as though something was clogging her throat. Perhaps it was the same thing that was bubbling like a cauldron in her chest. It was hot, violent, and intense.

“No,” Diamond replied in shaky defiance, the only word that was permitted by the blockage in her throat.

“I stand corrected,” Spoiled replied with derision, scoffing. “Can’t you do anything right?”

“Shut up!” she seethed suddenly, glaring at Spoiled through the reflection.

“Diamond Tiara!” Spoiled barked, audibly surprised and so much so in fact, she actually looked over her shoulder to stare down the enraged mare. “Don’t speak to your mother like that!”

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” Diamond reiterated, stomping each of her hooves in punctuation as her arms fell down her sides, tightly clenched fists at their ends.

Spoiled arose suddenly from the chair, pivoting on her hoof and firing a hateful stare at Diamond. Her expression had warped into a scowl, her squinting eyes causing imperfections in the face mask. “How dare you speak to me like that. I have half a mind to--”

“Cunt!” Diamond flung the harshest word in her arsenal at her mother, the invective insult and its accompanying rush gave her unprecedented satisfaction.

Spoiled’s gasp was so long and so sharp that one would think she was trying to inhale all the air inside the room. Shocking the colour out of her mother’s face, or so she presumed since it was hidden under a layer of green gunk. She wondered if anypony had ever done that before, insult her mother directly. Yet, she couldn’t savour the accompanying feeling. It was like she popped the cork off her rage, allowing it to spread out and fill every inch of her body. She had to get out of the same room as her mother, worried that the fists down her sides wouldn’t remain there for long sharing the same space.

She huffed hot air from her nostrils like a bull before marching her way over to the door that led to the corridor. She slammed it open, making sure to slam it closed behind her as well, trying to vent her anger in any way she could. Although at this point, she doubted she could release it in such a way that didn’t lead to the razing of several buildings. And whilst she could take it out on someone, for some reason that no longer appealed to her anymore.

So she continued her pacifist rampage, stomping all the way down the corridor, wearing a snarl as she ground the indentation of her hoof into the carpet. There was now a red-faced monster in the hotel, and her name was Diamond Tiara.

She wanted out. In the haze of her furious mind and over the sound of her racing heart she was certain of that much. It was true in her mother’s room and it was also true for the hotel. She mashed the button for the elevator when she reached it, hammering the poor thing until it finally arrived. She entered the suspended box, breathing hot air from her nostrils. After a moment, she glanced sideways at the attendant inside, a low growl sounding from her gullet.

“Umm…” The stallion, clad in a red and gold uniform, had his hand wrapped around the elevator crank. Diamond could already see a bead of sweat run down the side of his head. He was spangly, young. A prime target back at school. Now, he was nothing to her. “W-which floor, ma’am?”

“I want out!” she roared at him, stomping her hoof assertively.

“O-okay!” he yipped, forcing a fractured smile as he pulled on the crank, the elevator beginning its descent…

She lost track of the time. Manehatten at night was something she always wanted to experience, yet her eyes weren’t bedazzled by the lights of its myriad skyscrapers, nor were the soft gasps of wonder leaving her mouth at the sight of the city’s signature Zeppelins. Her hooves carried her nowhere, moving like a leaf on the wind. She strayed from the brightly illuminated path to somewhere dim, with failing lights and dark alleyways. Diamond didn’t know where she was and she didn’t care. Even when she was rubbing her bare arms, the cold finally getting to her, she refused to head back. She just wanted to keep going. She hated Spoiled, and she refused to – even internally – to refer to her as anything else.

“You’re not my mom...” Diamond didn’t know why she said it aloud. Perhaps to reaffirm the fact, giving a degree of actuality. If a parent could disown a child, then she was determined to do the same to mother. Correction. Ex-mother.

Suddenly, mid-step, she felt something wet land on her cheek. She stopped in reaction, wiping her thumb across the afflicted spot. A raindrop. A weary sigh escaped her frowning lips. Looking up, it suddenly started to rain. And rain heavy. Her eyes shutting in reflex as her face was at the receiving end of a sudden downpour. She hung her head and held her own torso tight, breaking out into a run.

It didn’t take long before her clothes were soaked through, her normally well-kept mane reduced to cheek and neck plaster. She was determined not to go back to the hotel but to die to exposure was only slightly less preferable. As she ran, amongst the dark dwellings of this sleeping corner of the city, she saw the flicker of a candle within one of the windows. Nearing it, she was surprised to see that it was a store of sorts. There was no sign on the front of the building, nor anything to indicate such in the windows. Her theory was simply down to the sign hanging from the door, one which assured that it was very much open to the public.

Although some part of her warned her from entering the mysterious abode, her desperation was much stronger than her fear. She pushed the handle down and rushed inside, closing the door on the rain behind her.

“Hello?” Diamond called out, warily scanning her newfound surroundings.

The interior was tensely quiet, the silence interrupted only by the drip-drip of water from her clothes and the beating of raindrops on the windows. The interior was illuminated entirely by candles, with pools of wax covering almost every raised surface she landed her eyes on. She took a few wary steps further inside, shivering from the cold and silently praying to Celestia that she hadn’t accidentally wandered into a horror movie.

“Hello, pony.”

Diamond turned on her hoof, snapping her widened eyes towards the source of the voice as she assumed a cautious posture. Her sights settled on a distinctly female shape behind a large, ornate table. Her eyes appeared to glow a bright cyan, with sharp piqued irises. Her face was triangular in shape, resting on her palm coolly. A small tuft of black hair sprouted between her large ears, the hair curling into a hook shape on her forehead. With her pink button nose, whiskers and claws, Diamond recognised her as an Abyssinian.

“Want to trade questions?” The Abyssinian asked in a purr, rhythmically tapping her fingers across her cheek.

“Uh…” Diamond was disoriented. Anger to melancholy, misery to bemusement. Spoiled Rich’s cold countenance to the warm visage of the exotic cat-lady. She approached the Abyssinian slowly, clenching her jaw to stop it chattering from the cold. “What kind of store is this?”

“Not one you’ve ever been in before,” she answered innocently, the accented twang to her words made her voice pleasant to listen to.

Diamond furrowed her eyebrows. “Uh… duh?”

She simply smiled in reply to Diamond’s jibe, looking the mare up and down. “Now let me ask one: are you cold?”

Diamond was close to echoing her previous reply but instead, she chose to nod, her legs beginning to shake.

“Then drink this.” The Abyssinian offered, pushing a convenient mug towards the adjacent side of her table, cheeks raising into a large, welcoming smile.

Diamond pulled out the ordinary chair from beneath the table after she reached it. Sitting down, she was quick to cradle the mug in both of her hands like a delicate treasure after she noticed the wisps that rose from the liquid. The warmth of the mysterious brew travelled into her hands through the mug, assuaging her somewhat. Although she was wary about accepting things from strangers, there was something complexly trusting about her. Diamond looked at the mysterious woman, who simply reinforced her already present smile. She brought it close to her face, where the pleasant aroma of something saccharine and faraway fluttered into her nose. She didn’t need any further encouragement to bring it to her lips, sipping on the rim furtively.

“Mmm.” She hummed in her mouth, surprised at the pleasant taste. It was alien to her buds but welcomed, all the same, making her lips curve into a smile as she drank it down. It had several odd qualities to it. As it travelled down her throat, she knew that were she to close her eyes, she could easily imagine herself sunbathing on a beach in Trottingham. And, memories that were blurry to her once upon a time, were suddenly pushed to the forefront of her mind in full saturation. Liquid nostalgia was the best descriptor that came to her mind. And even though it felt like her lips had barely just touched the mug, it was all gone not long after, filling her stomach with a nice warmth that reduced the cold and rain to a distant memory. Placing it back down, Diamond stared back at the cat’s unblinking eyes, her Cheshire grin still plastered across her features.

“Who are you?” It was Diamond’s turn to ask the obvious, the question burning in her mind ever since she laid her eyes on the cat.

“Diti,” she answered, accompanying her introduction with a small nod.

“Well, nice to meet you, Diti,” she replied, one of her cheeks pulling her lips back into a half-smile. Smiles didn’t feel right on her own face, not sincere ones away. Contemptuous smirks, impish grins, malicious sneers were common on her features. Someone truly deserving of her thanks was far and few between. “I’m Diamond Tiara,” she offered, hoping to disrupt the crag-like smile on her face by speaking.

“Likewise, Diamond Tiara.” She echoed the same sentiment Diamond extended, although her smile was much more elegant than her own. “You look upset. Are you upset?”

A sharp exhale left Diamond’s amused nostrils. “Isn’t that obvious? I was caught out in the rain.”

“Ah! But it’s not the rain that upsets you, that much is obvious,” she deduced, giving her a pointed stare.

“Hmph. Okay. Maybe you’re right. What does that have to do with you?” Diamond asked, her tone accusing. To Diamond, a hot beverage and sanctity from the rain did not entitle one to be privy in one’s personal life. Still, the cat’s pleasant candour kept her shapely butt rooted in the chair.

“Well, I could help you,” she offered, presenting her palm.

“How? Are you a therapist or something?” she asked derisively, face splitting into a grin.

Diti chuckled at Diamond’s reply, unaffected by her abrasive demeanour. “I could maybe point you in the right direction. But tell me: do you believe in wishes?”

Diamond scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Yeah – in kid’s stories. Wishes aren’t real.”

“Of course they are!” Diti retorted, her countenance seemingly awash with offence, so much so in fact that Diamond was close to experiencing a tincture of guilt. “Those who can cast them are exceedingly rare but we exist,” continued the Abyssinian, sporting a small frown.

Diamond sighed. She wasn’t in the mood to bash heads today, and there was just something… unsatisfying about seeing the cat-lady frown. “Fine, I’ll humour you. You just don’t like any genie I’ve ever seen.”

Diti suppressed a giggle, her mood seeming to flip on a dime as she shook her head at Diamond’s apparent whimsy. “We’re not nearly as silly.”

“Okay then,” she snickered, leaning on the table with a smarmy smile, “Then grant me a wish.”

“Very well…” Diti smiled, clearly delighted. However, her smile receded right after, her stare more pointed than before. “But before I do, I must explain the rules.”

“Rules?” said Diamond, sceptically cocking an eyebrow.

“The law of equivalent exchange doesn’t just pertain to alchemy. It’s true of all magic. Just as a unicorn withdraws energy from themselves to cast a spell, a wish can bring good fortune. But to balance, it requires misfortune as well…” Diti explained and, if Diamond didn’t know any better, it would appear that she revelled in doing so.

The feline’s serious lecture about something so obviously made up should have reduced Diamond to hysterics. And whilst her scepticism remained, she hated the sense she saw in Diti’s words – however slim it might have been, which further compounded her surprise. She gave Diti a nod, indicating the feline still held her attention, even if it appeared tenuous at best.

“There are rules to obey. Wishes are an extension of chaos. You are forcing Reality to grant you that which you desire, tearing things apart and making the impossible, probable. Certainly, your boon could be priceless and unmatched in extravagance, but reality expects equal recompense…” Diti continued, trailing off at the very end, her fingers interlocking into a hammock to hold her resting head. “Now that you know the risks involved, what inflames your desire, hmm?”

Diamond squinted her eyes. Although doubt lingered, Diti sounded convincing. There was an air of wonder to her explanation, a sort of theatre that Diamond might have lapped up as a foal. Sitting back in her chair, trying to appear as disassociated and disinterested from the atmosphere as possible, Diamond knew immediately what she wanted.

“Okay, I want you to make my… make Spoiled Rich,” she self-corrected, brushing off her err with a huff, “less of a vindictive bitch.”

Diti pursed her lips and screwing her eyes in thought, rolling her tongue around in her mouth. “Hmm. Changing your mother is a big wish. Another might’ve granted such a large wish without warning, but I am not nearly as cruel.”

Diti sounded charitable, and Diamond might have rolled her eyes if they weren’t stuck in a widened state. She gave almost nothing to imply the relationship between herself and Spoiled Rich, and it might have been a guess on the cat’s part but it still caught Diamond off guard. Still, if there was truth to what Diti said, she probably knew a lot more than she let on. Swallowing, Diamond loaded her next question, “W-why? What’s wrong with it?”

“Well, the cost of changing someone’s personality is immense. You’re changing not just their character but all the events that led to their behaviour. It could be as simple as changing one bad experience, or going so far as changing their parents – your grandparents. Depending on chance, it might lead to you no longer existing by changing the entire timeline or, worse yet, finding yourself similarly and permanently altered – aware but unable to do anything about it, trapped in your own body...” Diti explained, her voice low.

Diamond felt a cold sensation run down her spine. Without a smile on her face, Diti looked infinitely more serious, perhaps even a bit threatening. She felt the full weight of the wish on her shoulders, believing it completely. Wishes were something too good to be real, and now she knew the catch.

“But... I might be able to nudge her in the right direction for significantly less,” Diti offered, her fitting smile returning to her face.

“‘Might’. So it’s not certain?” Diamond queried.

“That is correct. A wish without certain results is much, much safer.”

“Okay, so… she might become a better pony?” Diamond probed, her eyebrows furrowing.

Diti gave a single nod.

“And then what happens to me in that situation?”

“You cannot escape the consequences, unfortunately, success or no. Although instead of outright misfortune, you’ll get a taste for Reality’s sense of humour. Safer but much more unpredictable. Still, I could hazard a few guesses…” Diti curled her bottom lip, giving a partial shrug.

Diamond gave a nod, encouraging her to continue.

“The consequence for you, much like for your mother should she realise her foulness, could be life-changing,” she began, her hands falling softly on the table, “but the consequences are far less reaching and not quite as damning. Do you want to change your mother? Well, you might undergo a smaller, more subtle change yourself.”

Diamond weighed her options. She was hung up on the level of ‘subtleness’ Diti spoke of. Maroon to crimson subtle or pyrite and gold? A subtle hue or the difference between affluence and ruin. However, the longer Diamond thought about it, Diti’s patient gaze upon her, the more the subject of the wish entered her head. The fleer of Spoiled, her contemptuous frown and stabbing remarks.

“I can… I can handle subtle,” Diamond replied, her face hardening into a determined expression.

Diti’s grin grew in size at her reply. “Happy to hear.”

Diamond inhaled deep through her nose, resolute. “Then I wish… for… whatever it is you’re suggesting exactly.”

Diti raised one of her paws, her large grin persisting as she stopped the limb at eye-level, her thumb and middle finger meeting. Diamond watched, holding her expression despite the sensation of dread that followed. Then, Diti clicked her fingers. Suddenly, Diamond’s eyes flew to the window, a burst of bluish light flashing before the whip-crack of an angry sky followed. Coincidence or not, she felt her heart quicken in her chest. She directed her gaze immediately after to the gipsy cat and, before she could speak, her eyelids grew heavy.

“Granted…” Diti confirmed, leaning back in her chair.

Diamond slumped forwards, her arm the only thing stopping her smashing her snout into the table. “What did you put… in… my…” She tried to summon words but they kept failing in her throat. She could only cast one further look to the feline before darkness totally consumed her vision...

Whilst Diamond had just slumped over in some strange store on a street nearby, Spoiled was in her room still. She was staring at her own reflection with a blank expression, ensuring the reapplied mask could dry. Concerning her appearance, she had done a meticulous job of hiding her years, even if a majority of her effort was hidden under a thin layer of green goop. No bags, very few wrinkles – even her mane was still naturally coloured and vibrant. Her body, hidden under a decadent silk gown, was equally cared for. Her breasts, perhaps her most prominent feature, barely showed a hint of sag despite being so large – measuring as G-cups. Further down her was stomach toned, her hips flared and matronly, and her ass was plump and still full of bounce. She had the body of someone at least ten, fifteen years her junior. As a result, a mirror was probably her most favourite place to be.

However, that evening she wasn’t the prime focus in her own head for once. Instead, it had been usurped by her disobedient daughter, and her thoughts on Diamond weren’t even near the levels of positivity she had for herself. She had spent every passing second conjuring up a possible punishment for her impudent spawn. Boarding school, cutting her off financially, leaking her foal photos to her college. That was operating on the assumption that her daughter would return. Nobody called her the ‘Big-C’ and got away with it!

As she pondered on the possible avenues for her revenge, her gaze suddenly pulled from the mirror to her left towards the bed. It felt like a twitch, an involuntary movement. It was sudden, a compulsive move that barely registered to her as anything. She put her sights back on her reflection without a second thought, removing a ring from her finger as tiredness began to set in. In the midst of doing so, her eyebrows furrowed. She sent her focus back to what grabbed her attention just moments prior. It was then she noticed something. A small, barely noticeable hoop of string sticking out from under the bed.

She huffed, as though inconvenienced, pushing the chair back and rising out of it. Taking the few necessary steps to cover the gap between the desk and bed, she then knelt down to pull out the mysterious object.

Spoiled sneered at what it was, rising back up with it in her hand, turning to hold it up to the light because she wasn’t sure of her senses at that moment. She couldn’t believe it, she almost outright refused to actually. Although her arm eventually fell, and she looked down upon it with a frown. “Oh. Well, I guess… she was… right…” she trailed off, falling rear first onto the bed with a grimace.

The mask was so small, yet heavy in her delicate hands. The material was silk, beautifully embroidered with a one of a kind pattern. It was exorbitantly expensive and frankly, a self-indulgent waste of money. Yet, it wasn’t the rather useless money sink that suddenly turned her melancholic. It was the fact she was wrong. She had been wrong in the past, even if she didn’t necessarily acknowledge those occasions ever. In the few that she did, she always attributed the fault to someone other than herself. And, of all those times, it was only now that she truly felt the grave consequence of her hubris.

She remembered Diamond’s face. The pain. The anger. The words that came from her own mouth. All of them. Every little thing she stabbed her daughter over the years. Every unnecessary remark. Every derisive little quip. Spoiled remembered them as vividly as yesterday. But with each and every one, she saw Diamond’s face within them, from a little filly to the mare she had grown to be. The sad little downturn, the aversion of her gaze and sometimes a submissive little nod. But always the accepting silence...

She felt a taloned hand squeeze around her heart, the sharp spikes threatening to pop her organ and in her current state, she would almost welcome it. Her own hand meanwhile crumpled up the expensive mask into a tight fist. She held it for a few seconds before opening it, letting it fall uselessly to the floor, the mare pouring as much of her hatred into it as she could. It didn’t make a difference to the pressure in her gut, the awful sensation of internal ravaging. Guilt stirred her insides for the first time in a long time. How did one assuage the anger directed at themselves? For that, she didn’t have the answer.

It didn’t take too long after the confrontation with her memories before her lips began to tremble, her eyes closing shut before cupping her face with her hands as she curled over, coating her palms in green goop. How long had it been since she shed tears that weren’t false?

She sobbed loudly, forced to listen to her own cries as the full weight of her misdeeds crashed down onto her back. It was cathartic in its own way. The cries of sorrow from her mouth were far more honest than any of the words it had let loose from it for years now. The longer she dwelled on her daughter, the more her regret compounded itself and the more corporeal she became. For the first time in a very long time, Spoiled Rich felt real.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry,” she blubbered into her hands. A tad dramatic but she couldn’t contain it, even if she tried. She wished Diamond was there to hear her words and see her sorry state. It would have been only a small payment towards the colossal debt she owned her daughter.

Suddenly, she heard a door slam from the adjoining room. Her hands fell from her face as the tears stopped, her eyes stinging. She rose to her hooves and quickly made her way to the connecting door, driven by guilt and regret. Although, just as her palm connected with the door, she stopped. Try as she might, she couldn’t summon the will to open it. A million variables suddenly forced their way into her mind. If Diamond hadn’t collapsed onto her bed asleep then she was probably, if not definitely, still furious with her. Her forehead met the door as a firm frown appeared on her face, screwing her eyes tight, trying to will her intentions to the mare on the other side. It didn’t feel right to apologise now. She was a mess. So much so, she feared that Diamond might end up interpreting an apology for mockery instead. But, for the first time in her life, Spoiled felt guilty. She was fully prepared to do anything for Diamond at that moment, just… just not yet.

She pulled her head back, leaving a green splotch where her head connected with the wood. She then strode over to the telephone, her jaw firm. She would make things right tomorrow. It would take a long time – Celestia knows she had a lot to make up for, but Spoiled was filled with a fire that couldn’t be extinguished. She had to change. It wasn’t too late. It couldn’t be.

She picked up on the on-suite telephone, her finger dialling in the familiar numbers. She held the device up to her mouth and ear. Eventually, a voice on the other side picked up, and Spoiled took the first step in getting things right.

“Yes, yes, I know it’s late… To cancel my attendance… Yes, I’m quite sure. I’m sorry… Yes, of course, this is Spoiled Rich! Why do you sound so surprised?”

Diamond felt a pressure between her legs. It was an uncomfortable sensation. She writhed in place, tilting and angling her hips, trying to alleviate it. Grumbling, she flopped flippantly onto her back. A contented sigh left her lips right after, the pressure she felt was thankfully relieved. Now, she was faced with another dilemma: the rays of sun streaking across her face. Groggily, she forced open her eyes, fighting with stubbornness and weariness to do so. She glanced off to the side where the sun slithered through a gap between the ornate curtains. Morning. When the memories of last night came flooding back to her mind she questioned their validity. A gipsy cat in the middle of nowhere in a city thousands of miles away from their homeland supposedly granting wishes for free? Yeah right!

She shimmied up to sit in bed, rubbing her eye with one of her palms she outstretched the other, yawning. She felt the cool air on her bare tits, her nipples erecting themselves into cute little erasers at the brush of contact. Evidently, she slept in the nude, but that was only one of the strange occurrences. Alongside her typical process of waking up, she felt a new, very strange feeling. An impulse to tighten her sphincter and the resultant pulse from her groin that followed.

Her hand gradually fell from her face, blinking away the spots in her eyes. When her vision had cleared, she was finally able to acknowledge the cylindrical-shaped tent above where her crotch would be...

“Subtle my ass!” she exclaimed, her eyes bulging from their sockets as she backed into the headboard, trying to put as much distance between herself and it as possible… which was hard to do considering it was attached to her.

It was true then. All of it! A wish granting cat in the middle of a mysterious store during a stormy night. It was straight out of a storybook. However, this particular outcome was straight out of a cheap piece of smut.

She clambered suddenly out of bed in a panic, adrenaline coursing through her veins, trying not to acknowledge it – even as it slapped against her knee. She rushed over to the bathroom, keeping her neck rigid and her eyes focused forwards. She slammed open the door and strode inside, pivoting on her hoof to face the body-length mirror attached to the nearest wall, locking her sights on her reflection.

Her face was the first thing she looked at – probably a trait inherited from Spoiled – ensuring that the thing dangling from below her waist was the only change. Her bedhead of purple, white-streaked mane framed her still familiar face. She felt a tincture of relief on that front, her countenance still undeniably feminine. Her blue eyes gradually fell down her slim, pink body. She moved passed her perky B-cup breasts, flat stomach, slightly flared hips, all the way down to her new addition.

A cock. A semi-hard, fat slab of knee-slapping dickmeat. It was a huge pink and meaty spire that hung well down to her knees and she was enthralled with horror, forced to stare at it. It was wrist-thick below the broad, knobbly flare and covered with a network of plump purple veins all the way up to the dark pink sheathe it emerged from, only thickening the further up her eyes travelled into a jaw-aching trunk of cock. The half-mast log snaked past an equally ridiculous pair of nuts that were attached to the sheath by a sack of sagging pink skin. Her prolonged stare provoked an involuntary reaction from her body. Just as before, she felt her plush, wrinkled tail hole clench, muscles pushing against her newly given prostate, forcing her penis to throb and her balls to climb as fresh blood was rushed into them. She almost buckled under the weight of her dropping tumescence, having to lock her knees in response to her body’s involuntary reaction.

“Oh, C-Celestia...” she murmured, cringing. “She turned me into a stud.”

She then feared for something else, an old friend that had been with her since fillyhood. Tentatively, forcing herself past disgust and fear, she reached down her hands to scoop her sagging sack up with both hands. She winced at the contact, feeling them clench against her palms as pleasurable tingles resounded out from the touch. Her grapefruit-sized gonads filled out her hands entirely as she cupped them, her fingers spreading apart just to accommodate their heft, threatening to spill through. She could practically feel the smouldering seed churn within them, a fact that both disturbed and, inexplicably, aroused her. She reluctantly raised her new, weighty balls, tightening her lips as to not let loose the moan that tried to escape.

“Please tell me it’s still there…” she murmured to herself, squinting her eyes at the mirror.

She let out a breath of relief soon after. Her puffy vulva was between her thighs, her feminine crease located behind her new balls. She had never felt relieved at the sight of her own pussy before, but this morning was shaping up for a strange day, no matter how she cut it. She yanked her hands back away, her sack flopping back to its previous dangling position, trying not to humour the new appendage with even more of her attention. She at least took comfort in the knowledge that she was still as much a mare as she was… well, the other.

She breathed in deep through her nose, closing her eyes and forcing herself to calm down; repeating the process a few times until her legs stopped quivering and her heart slowed to a gentle, plodding pace. Keeping a cool head was one of the things that allowed her to remain at the top of the school hierarchy… well, that, and a policy of a total annihilation when it came to her rivals.

Whilst she did get over her shock, the emancipation from such didn’t immediately give way to acceptance. She began scrutinising her reflection in the mirror, although instead of a new outfit, it was a hole stretcher of a dick. It was the first time she had actually seen one in the flesh, something she hadn’t even admitted to Silver Spoon. As a through and through virgin, much of her knowledge about such anatomy was derived from lessons and the magazines she had hidden away beneath her mattress at home. Her petite frame exaggerated the already imposing slab of maremeat, and she wondered if it was even at its full length. She knew one thing for sure: none of the stallions in playfilly possessed a cock that nearly went past the knee. And if the models were the pinnacle of a stallion’s size, then she no doubt eclipsed most if not all of her fellow classmates. She was close to smiling at that thought, of being the biggest. But the thought was immediately soured by her rotund girth twitching happily in agreement. ‘Stroke me’

She huffed, pouting at it the beastly slab. In defiance of the organ’s already lusty influence, she forced her head to empty, crossing her arms over her bosom as she stared at its reflection. Not long after, it finally relented, becoming soft and gradually retreating back into her sheath. Although a lack of attention could have been the reason, attributing it to Diamond’s directed glare was just as plausible – few, after all, were able to stand against it.

A few moments later, she walked awkwardly out from the bathroom. Although the cock had softened back into its visibly overburdened sheath, she could feel it weighing her down, and her balls would take some getting used to as well. They didn’t fit comfortably between her legs like her pussy did, too large and round. She had to change the way she walked just to accommodate them, squeezing her thighs together to allow her new, weighty nuts to rest rather comfortably on top. Trying to pretend they weren’t there was certainly an option but she knew it wasn’t a solution, especially if it were to insist on adding a touch of glory to her every morning. As far as she knew, they were here to stay, so she had to get used to that fact. She had to own them, not the other way around.

Knock, knock.

“Diamond, are you in there?” Spoiled’s voice sounded from the other side, loud and clear.

She knew her mother well, and Spoiled didn’t do privacy. She probably heard the bathroom door slam open so she knew that feigning sleep wasn’t an option. Diamond’s eyes darted around for something to cover herself with, her clothes from the night before were nowhere to be seen. Hanging from the hook of the bathroom door, there was a simple pink bathrobe courtesy of the hotel – her saviour! She snatched off just in time for the doorknob to start turning, and with quick precision she shoved her arms into the appropriate holes and tightened the belt tight around her stomach, covering most of her body. Two problems stuck out to her immediately from a quick downwards glance. First, the hem stopped just partway down her thigh, barely hiding her pendulous balls. Secondly, the material was so thin, that she could see the faint outline of prepuce just with a quick glance downwards.

Before she could do more, the door opened, and Spoiled walked inside. Her face burned and her features tightened, attempting to act as nonchalant as possible. However, her anxiety was washed away by surprise. Diamond saw neither the green face of vanity nor the red fuming countenance of wroth. Just the pink of her mother’s cheeks, and maybe a trace of blue. She looked more like a scalded foal as she entered the room, with her eyes downcast and her fingers fidgeting together at the stomach. The surrealness of the sight stunned Diamond, making her forget for just a moment that her mother was just one hard glance at her crotch away from discovering her new secret.

“Mom?” Diamond probed, surprising even herself at the level of concern in her voice, neither advancing nor retreating from her mother’s slow stride towards her. “Is something wrong?”

Where Diamond expected Spoiled to stop, she kept advancing. A head-on collision was destined for her unless she moved, yet her legs remained locked. She angled her face away, pre-empting the headbutt she was about to receive. When Spoiled threw herself towards her, she flinched, prepared for pain. Yet, when she closed her eyes, all she felt was… warm. She didn’t need to open them again to know what was happening to her. One hand was on the back of her head, gentle fingers combing through her mane whilst the other pressed down on her back. The arms they were attached to squeezed her, refusing to let go. Blind, she was quick to pincer her robed arms around the larger body. She attempted to squeeze with the affection she thought was lost between them, pressing her chin down on her mother’s shoulder.

Spoiled could have said nothing else after, but the embrace sealed one thing in Diamond’s mind: she knew her wish had come true.

“I’m sorry, my little Tiara.” Spoiled’s wavering voice travelled into her ear, quiet and soft. “I would have said more but I wouldn’t allow the first words to your face this morning be anything other than an apology.”

Diamond sniffled. Her mom hadn’t used that name for her since she was a young filly. She buried her face into Spoiled’s neck, her nose filling with the scent of lavender. She felt like a child again. “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t--”

“I deserved it! And much more for all the wrong I’ve done,” she interrupted, squeezing Diamond tighter. “I don’t tell you this nearly enough. But I love you, Diamond. You've grown so much over the years but you’re still – and always will be – my little filly. I deserved to lose you for all I’ve done, and I understand if you say no, but I hope you can give me a second chance, even if you don’t forgive me.”

Diamond was on the edge of tears. Nothing else except this moment mattered to her. She couldn’t bring herself to say no. From her mother’s words, she felt years of spite, hate and anger fade away into nothingness. “Yes,” she replied, voice trembling and quiet, her fingers squeezing into the older mare. “I forgive you.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much…” Spoiled replied quietly, her words oozing with gratitude. “You won’t regret this. I will spend all my days striving towards being the best mother I can be.”

Diamond allowed herself to smile. If this all turned out to be a dream, she was fully prepared to put her hoof on a one-way pilgrimage directly up Luna’s ass. But even if it was, she wanted to enjoy it for as long as she could, holding her mother more tightly.

“Diamond?” Spoiled’s voice probed after a few moments, lifting her chin from the younger mare’s shoulder.

“Yes, mom?” she replied. It felt good for the title to not feel wrong on her tongue, it's meaning untainted by hate.

“I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to spoil the moment, but…” She trailed off, leaving her sentence incomplete.

Spoiled could feel the awkwardness in the air. She screwed open her eyes, her irises connecting to the splotch of green on her mother’s side of the adjoining door. She similarly pulled away, looking into Spoiled’s askew face, reading concern. “W-what is it?”

Spoiled pursed her lips, glancing downwards just once before looking Diamond in the eyes again. “I can feel your sheath through the gown.”

One Eyed Snake

Diamond’s hands were clasped together on her lap, twiddling her thumbs with downcast eyes, her lips anxiously pursed. She was sitting on Spoiled’s bed, since her room gave her the required ‘pacing space’ she needed to sufficiently think over something. When they switched rooms, they did it silently, the awkwardness of the situation too thick for even a butter knife to slice through. Diamond was thankful at the very least that Spoiled allowed her to feel loved again for all of two minutes.

Her sights were attached to her mom’s hooves, watching them walk in one direction before they predictably spun her around in the other direction. The stern thumping of her hooves had become a predictable melody to Diamond after a certain point. She was able to correctly guess now when she was going to suddenly turn in the opposite direction.

When she suddenly stopped, Diamond looked up, meeting her stern face with a nervous little smile – the result of which prompted Spoiled to cross her arms sternly over her bosom, her brows knitting together. Thus far, this was a massive improvement over her mother’s typical demeanour. The fact her eardrums weren’t ruptured by an undeserved diatribe yet was proof of that.

“Just to dispel the obvious, I’m right in assuming you weren’t born with that, correct?” asked Spoiled, her lips skewing partially to one side.

Diamond nodded promptly, unsure of whether the question was in jest or not, but it was better to take Spoiled seriously rather than risk bringing out the side she detested. “That’s right.”

She let out a sigh at Diamond’s response, her shoulders sagging. “Good. If it turned out I was that bad of a mother, I might have just tossed myself out of the nearest window. Okay, next question: how?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I—” Diamond stopped herself on the first syllable. She was close to mentioning the Abyssinian, the wish, everything! Aside from the possibility Spoiled wouldn’t believe her, there was the much worse possibility: that she would. Diamond knew that were she in Spoiled’s position and the beans were spilt over her inorganic change in outlook, she’d be rightfully miffed. She risked undoing their relationship before it even got started.

“Fine, you don’t have to say it out loud – Celestia knows I’ve found it hard to voice my mistakes. A unicorn, I’m guessing? It explains how you got it at least,” she mused, pointedly glancing down for a second.

Diamond nodded, taking the out her mom gave her. “A unicorn, yes!” She doubled down, grinning meekly at Spoiled. Letting her arrive at the conclusions herself was the best route out of this situation.

“Figures. The day I set out to become a better mother, I’m tested with... this.” Her muzzle wrinkled when she looked in the direction of Diamond’s crotch, one of her hands flapping disapprovingly towards Diamond’s hidden endowment. However, the sneer was quickly replaced by a wavering smile, a deep breath vacating through Spoiled’s nostrils. “It’s fine though. We can simply find an adept unicorn to cast a counterspell. With my money and connections, that should be as easy as-”

“It’s permanent…” Diamond informed bluntly, taking the wind out of her mother’s sails. She wasn’t entirely sure whether her hypothesis was correct. But if the wish was a complex series of events providing the optimal outcome, what if simply untying one – her new member for instance – would reverse the whole thing? She believed the rules were arbitrary enough to make that a possibility.

Spoiled’s eye twitched at her reply, her finger rapidly tapping against her arm, as though trying to focus her anger into the action. “It’s ‘p-permanent’?” she repeated unsteadily, the words coming through a bemused and shaky smile.

“I’m afraid so,” she confirmed, forcing herself to smile to try and alleviate her mother’s twitching facial features.

Rather than the explosion she expected, Spoiled sighed heavily instead. She closed her eyes as she brought a pair of fingers up to rub her temple, muttering a few numbers under her breath before she opened her eyes again. “Does it violate the good mother clause if I call you an idiot?”

Diamond blinked. Did her mother draft up an entire treatise in her head? She shook her head in confirmation after the thought passed her. “N-no, I don’t think so.”

“Good.” Spoiled flashed a smile at her, as though given a shot of relaxant, “because you’re an idiot.”

“Yeah, okay, I deserve that…” she replied meekly, accepting the admonishment on the chin.

Spoiled nodded in agreement, crossing her arms again. “Since you’re stuck with it, I think I am entitled an answer as to why you gave yourself a... tackle?” she interrogated, her chin rising.

“I… uh…” Diamond failed to find an answer right away, unsure if her mother’s choice of vernacular threw her off.

“For fun? Just for kicks?” Spoiled proposed, angling her face away as one eye squinted disapprovingly at Diamond, “Does that mean you’ve used that thi--”

Diamond was quick to shake her head, condemning her mother’s thought train as a derelict. “N-no! I’m still a virgin!”

Spoiled tilted her head at the reply, looking at her with heavy scepticism. “Really? At your age?”

“Mom!” she barked, blood rushing to her face.

“Right… right…” Spoiled appeared flustered by her outburst, sporting a partial grimace. “I must admit, I can’t really think of any other reason you would do this to yourself.”

‘For you! For us!’ would have sounded weird spoken out loud. Diamond felt panic bouncing around on her insides like a fly stuck indoors. She forced the next words from her maw, hoping something good was waiting at the end of them, “Because... I just… Wanted...”

“Okay, my mother’s intuition is telling me something,” Spoiled cut off her meandering sentence, raising an open palm to encourage her silence. “It’s telling me that this is one of those occasions where it’s best not pry, right? I’ve never put it to real use before, but I assume it’s still sharp,” she surmised, raising an eyebrow at Diamond.

“Yes,” she breathed, relieved. She considered the bullet officially dodged. For now, at least.

Spoiled frowned, appearing dissatisfied at the lack of closure. “Well, that’s that then. I hope you don’t expect me to break the news to your father. Coming from me it would give him a heart attack. You? A minor stroke at best,” she informed mirthlessly, a simper forming at the end of her muzzle.

Diamond furrowed her brows in disapproval, shaking her head softly. “I don’t expect to tell anyone.”

A little grin appeared on Spoiled’s face at that, the type of smile Diamond had seen before on the gossiping lips of cheerleaders at school. “Oh, you want us to keep a secret?”

Diamond felt a degree of dread at the impish smile but it wasn’t like she had any other choice. She nodded in confirmation. “I do.”

“Well, now I can finally play up to one of my strengths – I’m great at keeping secrets,” Spoiled assured, nodding. “My lips are sealed.”

After the verbal pact was sealed, Diamond was unsure of what to do with herself, directing her eyes at the floor as her hooves kicked over the edge of the bed. How exactly did one proceed from a conversation about your new coltbits?

Eventually, she felt her mother’s soft touch on her shoulder, her eyes looking up to meet Spoiled’s surprisingly gentle gaze. “Yeah?”

“I just want you to know, I meant all I said before.” She smiled reassuringly, latching onto Diamond’s shoulder. “This… thing, it changes nothing.”

Diamond mirrored her mother’s kind smile. “I know.”

“I love you, darling,” avowed Spoiled, squeezing Diamond’s shoulder.

“I love you too…”

Diamond shared a moment with Spoiled. Maybe things could be normal between them…

“So how big is it?”

Reality was a jokester.

The question came seemingly out of the blue, causing Diamond to rear her head back in shock. “Mom!” she exclaimed. She was sure that repeated exclamations of Spoiled’s maternal title would become a trend for that day.

“Hey, I was only asking!” Spoiled retorted, retreating back a step from Diamond’s voice. “Besides: yours wouldn’t be the first magic phallus I’ve seen on a mare,” she explained, rolling her eyes at Diamond’s prudishness.

“Uh, what d’ya mean by that?” Diamond’s face screwed up to one side.

Spoiled appeared to digest Diamond’s question for a few moments with squinted eyes before they slapped open in shock. “Get it out of your head! I might have floundered on the parent front but I am a loyal and devoted wife. I have done things for your father that no other mare could conceive of, and--”

Diamond jerked her hands up before the images could fully form in her brain, cringing. “I believe you! Please, please, for the love of Celestia, don’t continue that sentence,” she pleaded.

“Humph.” Spoiled turned her head from Diamond, raising her chin snootily. “I just don’t want you feeling self-conscious is all. Magically induced hermaphroditism doesn’t typically measure up to the real thing…” She trailed off, and after a little while, a tinge of pink gradually brightened on her cheeks. “Okay, you got me.” Spoiled sighed. “I may have experimented in college.”

“Gross,” said Diamond flatly, as any child would say to an open admission of sex from their parent. It didn’t help that instead of a deep roil of disgust in her gut she felt – at best – apathy. Worst? Curiosity.

Spoiled snapped her muzzle back towards Diamond on reflex, pointing an accusatory finger. “First: hypocrite. Second: I’m not saying I had one. I just knew a few mares. And you’d be surprised at how many are happy to show off their piddly little things in the lady’s room, like it’s their pride and…” Spoiled trailed off, suddenly nodding her head as though realising profound, shaking her head free of the thought soon after. “Point is, if you’re stuck with it, you may as well have the best. If all you’re sporting are a pair of grapes, I know a mare who can bump you up to a pair of limes. Minimum. Better to be just under average than small!”

Diamond longed for a deity higher than an alicorn to come save her from the uncomfortable situation. “Can’t we talk about anything else?”

Spoiled shrugged with crossed arms before crowing, “It’s not my fault you created a conversation starter between your legs.”

That wasn't entirely untrue, but neither was it unfalse either. Diamond shook her head a few times, adamant. “As I’ve said, I’d prefer it to not come up in conversation. Ever. With anyone,” she insisted.

“But what about the future, sweetheart?” Spoiled pointed out. “You can’t pretend it doesn’t exist. It’s one thing to hide a scar under a glove or a grey hair with dye, but it’s another thing entirely to hide something so… a part of you now. It will come up with someone, someday, other than me. And when it inevitably does, you don’t want to disappoint.”

Diamond was loath to admit that Spoiled had a point. She let out a sigh, forcing a meek smile. “What then? I disrobe in front of my own mother and let her examine my bits?”

Spoiled curled her lower lip, nodding in approval. “I don’t see why not.”

Diamond had been through too many surprises that day to even act shocked at that her mother would entertain such a ridiculous idea. “I was joking. You can’t be serious,” she said flatly.

“Of course I am! I’m trying to be a good mother,” Spoiled rebuked, looking offended.

“I don’t see how those two things connect!” Diamond fumed, making Spoiled flinch at the volume of her voice.

“I’m just trying to be helpful. I’m Celestia knows I’ve got a lot to make up for…” Spoiled trailed off, frowning. She awkwardly grabbed one arm with the other, looking like a scalded foal.

Diamond sighed. She didn’t want to risk causing any estrangement between herself and Spoiled right now. If something like this were to sow distrust between them, it’d be hard to get it back. “Fine. You can… look.” she offered, disbelieving of the words that came from her own mouth.

“Really?” Spoiled sounded touched, her frown turning into a smile.

“Yeah, just don’t...” Diamond failed to commit, unsure of how to phrase her suggestion.

“What?” Spoiled probed after a moment.

“Gawk,” Diamond advised after a sigh.

When Diamond stood up from the bed, Spoiled backed away with a neutral expression, hands on her hips for the ensuing inspection. Diamond shrugged the pink bathrobe over her shoulders, letting it fall as a heap at her hooves. The first thing Diamond felt, even before the cool breeze brushing against the underside of her low hanging balls was the focused stare of her mother. Even when she instructed her not to, it would seem that she just couldn’t help herself. Diamond would have chastised her were she not rendered silent by embarrassment. It was further compounded by the scent that tickled her nose. Despite her cleanliness, she picked up the subtle odour of her own musk, the combined scents of masculinity and femininity rolled into one unique package.

After a few moments of quiet, Diamond got over her anxiety, deciding to bring her mother’s visual perusal to an end. “Mom, you’re staring.”

“I’m not staring. I’m examining, like you said,” countered Spoiled, her eyes still glued to the huge pink testes.

Diamond crossed her arms over her small bosom. “And what are the results of your ‘examination’?”

“Well, I know that calling them ‘large’ would be a gross understatement,” Spoiled concluded, looking up from the sack with a touch of pink on her cheeks. “I think you’re so far above average that you’ve probably raised the bar for everyone else.”

“So I’m a freak, huh?” Diamond chuckled.

“Oh, for certain,” Spoiled confirmed, smiling along with her daughter. “Although I think you’d find few who would disapprove. Whoever did this was exceptionally talented.”

Diamond was taken by Spoiled’s indirect approval of her churning danglers. A compliment from Spoiled was like finding a nugget of gold in a muddy lake. “R-really?”

“Darling, you own a pair of wrecking balls for testes,” she answered directly, staring pointedly at Diamond. “You’d provoke envy from stallions and from mares, you might trigger premature ovulation.”

Diamond’s smile took a turn for the uncomfortable at Spoiled’s words. “Uh, Mom?”

“Celestia knows how productive you are. You’d probably produce a quart – each!” Spoiled gushed, over-enthusiastic.

“Mom!” Diamond raised her hands, wincing. Whilst she had sought her mother’s approval for years now, her words were having an unwanted effect on her loins, stoking the embers from this morning with her encouraging words. “Enough with the praise, alright?”

“Oh, sorry. I just don’t want you to feel self conscious, dear,” Spoiled clarified. “you’re still as beautiful and perfect as you always were – with, or without coltbits.”

“T-thanks.” Diamond didn’t know what else to say to such words. She could feel her heart patter against her ribs.

Spoiled’s eyes fell, and Diamond could feel them rest on her overburdened sheath. “Is it, well proportioned as well?”

It could only be the same It Diamond referred to in the reflection of the bathroom mirror. “I… I don’t know,” Diamond lied. As soon as the words left her mouth she had no idea why they did but as soon as they did, it was already too late to take them back.

“I see…” Spoiled looked away, appearing to mull over something with screwed up lips and crimson blush.

Diamond was so preoccupied with what was going on with Spoiled’s face that she was caught off guard when one of her hands was suddenly scooped up by another. Her eyes shot down to see her hand furtively grasped by the older mare. Looking back up, Diamond was locking eyes with her, an unsure expression on her face.

“Mom, what are--”

“Ssh. Just tell me to stop if you want me to,” Spoiled interrupted with a whisper, sounding tense.

Diamond obeyed, maintaining eye contact. She shivered when Spoiled’s free hand made contact with her neck, caressing it for a moment, stroking with her thumb. The intimate touch planted an idea in Diamond’s head, of where things would inevitably proceed were she to not stop her. Yet, despite the taboo nature of the proposition, Diamond’s lips remained pursed, even as the hand began to move downwards from her neck. Her thumb brushed over her collarbone, and then her nipple grazed the underside of her mom’s palm. She should have stopped her mother once her fingers grazed over her naval but…

Her mother’s touch was warm. It was something she had longed for since she was a filly. Despite how nervous she was, her eyes never wavered from Spoiled’s. On some, messed up level, Diamond knew what this was. This was Spoiled’s attempt to reconcile, an obscene apology, even after having given one. Diamond’s gaze finally wavered. Just because her mother finally grew a conscience didn’t mean she could forget the fact she had to grow her own. Her hand latched sternly to Spoiled’s wrist, stopping it at the waist.

“Mom, stop,” Diamond ordered, her words firm.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.” Spoiled winced, shutting her eyes before trying to pull herself away Diamond, yet the bright pink mare kept an iron grip around her. Spoiled knitted her brows together, looking at her daughter, puzzled. “Diamond?”

Diamond took a deep breath, mentally bracing herself for what she was about to do. “Tell me when to stop.”

Spoiled blinked. “Wha—”

Diamond yanked Spoiled back towards her. Instead of a head on collision, it was only their lips that connected. Diamond interlocked their fingers on one hand, whilst wrapping her other around Spoiled’s back. The kiss didn’t feel erotic but it felt passionate, as though a lot hinged on it. It was the closest she had felt to Spoiled in years.

This wasn’t her first kiss but it may as well have, her body jittery with adrenaline, fear and even excitement. She abandoned shame, her inexperienced tongue darting past Spoiled’s lips. Like an explorer charting dangerous, unexplored territory, she was slow and deliberate with her tongue. And, when Spoiled got over the initial shock, she actually reciprocated rather than push away. Her arm wrapping around Diamond’s naked back, her large bosom pushing against the smaller mounds on Diamond’s chest; both mares sharing a quiet moan. During the exchange of saliva and muted moans, they joined hands, squeezing each other.

Diamond finally understood the punchline to the joke ‘Reality’ set up as a result of her wish. She and Spoiled were as far apart as two people could get, hatred and neglect splitting them despite their shared blood. Outside of a long lasting friendship, the only other way to form a familial bond with someone was… this. Passion was the only fire that could melt two ponies into one alloy, forming an infallible bond. And, all it took was Spoiled’s realisation of guilt, and a huge endowment on her pelvis to make it all happen. Simple, if unsubtle.

Spoiled broke the kiss first, breathing heavily as she touched her head with Diamond’s. “You do realise this not only violates the law… but is seen as a crime against nature, right?”

Diamond scoffed mirthlessly, too out of breath to commit to a chuckle. “You started it.”

Spoiled was quiet to begin with, and after the words were processed, she began to chortle a self-derisive laugh. “You’re right. Celestia, I’m an awful mother...”

“Just the worst,” Diamond quipped, agreeing in good humour.

Now that the line was officially crossed, Diamond knew a way to comfort Spoiled. Her free hand glided up Spoiled’s arm, crossing over her shoulder before stopping at her neck, similarly caressing her nape as was done to her a few moments ago. Spoiled leaned into her daughter’s tender touch, and eventually, their lips found one another once again. This time the kiss lacked the same desperation, the risk and excitement of the one prior. It was a lot more romantic in tone, and although Diamond felt the wrongness in it, it didn’t dissuade her in the slightest. When the kiss was broken again, they weren’t left panting this time around, and smiles graced both their faces.

“So… wanna commit more crimes against nature?” Diamond proposed, grinning from ear to ear.

Spoiled chuckled behind closed lips, speaking only after it had subsided. “That would sound wrong in any other context.”

“It’s wrong in this one,” Diamond pointed out, “it’s just that we’re fine with it.”

“True,” agreed Spoiled, smirking. Suddenly, her eyes were shyly averted, her hand squeezing Diamond’s. “Are you… hard, yet?”

Diamond allowed her silence to answer, her cheek tugging to one side. It was miraculous that she hadn’t. Perhaps she had underestimated her new organ, or she was so caught up in the kiss that her body didn’t feel right about interrupting it by poking the older mare.

Spoiled chewed on the inside of her cheek, glancing down between them, the view obscured by her own chest. “I want to see it,” she revealed.

Diamond went red, struck suddenly with shyness as she looked away. “So we’re going to do more than kiss?”

“Not if you don’t want to,” Spoiled was quick to reassure. “If you’re uncomfortable at any point, or think what we’re doing is wrong, we can bring things--”

“I don’t want to stop,” Diamond cut in, affixing her gaze back on Spoiled. She continued softly, “It’s just… you’re going to be taking my virginity, aren’t you?”

Spoiled’s lips tightened. Diamond didn’t know what to perceive on that expression, only that it continued to escalate to various shades of red before her mother finally spoke, “J-just one of them.”

Diamond looked at Spoiled deadpan, although the look failed to endure through the laugh that exploded out of her mouth, a full stomach guffaw that her knees wobbling and relying on Spoiled for support.

“H-hey, I’m not made of muscle!” Spoiled yelped, trying to keep Diamond standing.

“I’m sorry, it’s just…” Diamond regained her composure with a deep breath. “Surreal.”

Spoiled smiled in agreement with her, glancing the mare up and down before she continued, “Well, one us has the other at the advantage in terms of decency. I suppose it’s up to me to level the field. Do you want me to--”

Diamond reinforced her hold around Spoiled, stopping the mare before she could extract herself. “I want to undress you.”

Spoiled shrugged, smiling sheepishly. “There isn’t much to undress.”

“Which is why I want to do it…” Diamond elaborated, blushing.

Spoiled gave a singular nod, moving her arms from Diamond’s back to her sides, freeing her arms and giving her enough room to move her hands. Diamond began with the belt. It was a simple knot, one that came undone when she pulled at both ends. The gown parted down the middle, not baring much but baring enough to give Diamond pause. She saw her mother’s lacy panties, classy and red before her eyes went upwards, over the flat stomach to the bra-covered breasts – the brassiere of similar design to her panties. Spoiled’s large mammaries spawned parallels to a particular black and white farm animal in Diamond’s mind. They were huge, at least by her standards. Mares at the college with enough money to waste were quick to spend a lump sum on magical enhancements, yet none came close to the natural yet obscene size of her member. The longer she stared, the more her face burned.

Diamond was always certain of her orientation. Or she was, at least. In the past, she was there to watch Silver Spoon get changed on more than one occasion, be at some clothing store or in one of their bedrooms. In the myriad times she had inspected her friend’s body, be it in a bikini that barely covered her or a thong so tiny her ass appeared to swallow it, Diamond’s snatch remained as dry as an Appleloosian summer. However, at that moment, even summoning the memories of her nude friend in passing was enough to make her heart quicken. It wasn’t so much the sudden epiphany of her bi-orientation – even if her hormone rich sack was probably to blame – but the fact she was experiencing said epiphany whilst staring at her mother’s body. Her mother’s hot body.

“Diamond?” Spoiled prodded verbally. “Is something wrong?”

“I just realised something,” Diamond muttered in reply, tearing her eyes off her mother’s covered udders to look her straight in the face.

“Oh? What?” Spoiled asked, appearing to hang on the answer.

“You’re sexy.”

Spoiled snorted, reeling her head away in surprise. “Diamond!”

“What!” Diamond fired back.

“You…” Spoiled began, although she failed to commit, smiling instead whilst she shook her head. “You’re beautiful too.”

Diamond smirked. Her hands found purchase on her mother’s shoulders where she brushed the gown over the shoulders. Spoiled dropped her arms, allowing it to the floor by their hooves. At reaching the half-naked milestone, Spoiled averted her eyes, smiling shyly as Diamond stepped closer to her, her smaller but bare bosom squashing into the older mare’s much larger mammaries. Diamond then hugged her mother again, although its intent was noticeably less innocent as her hands latched to the hooks of her brassier. It was Diamond’s turn to look away as she intimately unhooked the thing, holding the hooks in her trembling hands before forcing herself to drop them. She then hooked her thumbs under the straps on Spoiled’s shoulders. She stepped away to pull the bra off, only able to look once she tossed it off somewhere to the side.

Boobs.

She felt a colt at the simplicity of her thoughts, although it was only fair – a part of her effectively was now. Bared and perfect. Each peak capped with circular areola, her nipples hidden away in her huge tits and Diamond couldn’t escape the natal desire to suckle them back into exposure. They looked so heavy, yet Spoiled carried around such a large pair of milk-bags with perfect posture. Diamond was jealous but that sentiment wasn’t new to her. The desire to fondle them certainly was.

“What do you think?” Spoiled asked, tentative.

“They’re perfect,” replied Diamond, barely allowing Spoiled to finish her sentence. She tore her eyes from the breasts back up to Spoiled’s face, seeing a bashful smile plastered across it. The fact Spoiled didn’t try to disregard the compliment to invite even more was telling to Diamond. Either her mother’s ego got its fill from just one, or her mother didn’t feel the need to fish for more adoration from her own daughter. Either way, it was a good result in Diamond’s eyes. “That leaves just one last thing.”

Spoiled nodded, not an ounce of anxiety on her face. “Whenever you’re ready...”

When she pulled them down partway down Spoiled’s thighs, her nostrils flared at a familiar and musky aroma, her eyes quickly spotting the telltale glint of moisture on the cradling piece of material. She didn’t know whether to point it out or lap it up with her tongue, although she had to try very hard to resist the latter. Were it possible for her face to become even redder, it would have, at seeing the first hint of Spoiled’s arousal.

Her eyes flicked up, landing on her mother’s cunt – although using that word seemed wrong somehow, recent events aside. She cleaned her mind with comparatively classy words. Quim, flower, slit, vulva – mentally soaping her mouth until she was sufficiently cleansed of the stain ‘cunt’ had left in it. Spoiled’s plump lips were a few shades darker than her coat, a few of the bright, wet petals exposed to Diamond’s eyes. Her mother’s scent carried to her nose, the subtle aroma stirring a heat inside of her. Likewise, she knew that a stallion’s ‘odour’ had an effect on some mares. Nothing substantial but if a mare was willing, it was an unbeatable aphrodisiac...

She stared at her mother’s moist treasure until she felt a pair of eyes burrowing into her skull. She yanked the garment the rest of the way down without ceremony, tearing eyes away as she did. Spoiled raised each hoof before Diamond simply lobbed the lacy knickers away to join the bra, disregarded.

She stood up promptly and met her mother’s eyes, trying not to succumb to the temptation of staring once again. She had done her part, everything after this was new to her.

“We’re both naked,” she pointed out plainly, trying her hardest not to look down.

“We are,” Spoiled agreed, smirking.

Diamond let the moment linger. “Now what?”

“Want to sit on the bed?” Spoiled suggested.

Diamond blinked. “What are you gonna do?” she asked, sounding naive, even to herself.

“Something I don’t have the strength to say aloud,” Spoiled answered, betraying some anxiety as the smile she wore became nervous, “but if it helps, just think of it as a nice surprise.”

Diamond didn’t need to give any sign of agreement, retreating back a step until her calf bumped the bed frame. She sat, as per Spoiled’s suggestion, and spread apart her thighs. Her nuts created slight depressions in the fancy red duvet, the material feeling rather pleasant against the sagging skin. Baring herself so blatantly despite her prior nudity gave the whole situation an air of eroticism Diamond found hard to ignore. It was less of a clinical presentation, and more of a lewd one instead. Spoiled lowered slowly to her knees, sitting on the back of her calves and placing her hands placed chastely on her thighs. Despite that, Diamond could see the excitement in her eyes.

“You’re going to have to get erect for me, sweetheart. Can you do that?” she requested kindly, glancing up.

For some unholy reason, combined with that delivery, those were the most erotic words Diamond’s ears had ever heard. What’s more, somehow, she knew just how to fulfil her mother’s request.

She flexed the muscles in her pelvis, forcing a surge of blood into her genitals, her indented glands popping out of its stretched home. the rest started to pour out soon after, inch after inch of floppy pink marecock baring itself to the one pony audience; drooping over her large balls and hanging down part way over the edge of the bed. Fully soft, a stallion doing this was called ‘dropping’, and much like breathing, was fully engraved into the minds of all who wielded a dick. Yet, hers was already semi-rigid, much like it was that morning; its size still a sight to behold. However, with the fluttering smell of Spoiled’s arousal in the air, her body operated on pure instinct when it began flooding her organ with piping hot blood.

Diamond’s jaw clenched to suppress the moan that nearly erupted from her mouth, screwing her eyes shut to hide the sudden explosion of pleasure from her new limb; libidinous magma rushing down the vein superhighways to further engorge it. The sensation itself was indescribable. The nerves along the length were so sensitive that the mere filing of its capillaries was enough to make her feel good. Under her large balls, she felt her twat ache for a stuffing as the lust was quick and brutal to assault her mind. Veins were pushed to the surface of the swelling log, the sheath filling out into a truly monstrous tree trunk of a hilt as the rest of the cock rose up into a slight angle just above her thighs, jutting out just past her knees as it capped out at its full length; swaying gently under its own weight and pulses of blood that maintained its rigidity. She relied on her hands to keep her sitting upwards, and clenched her fingers tight to give her body some other task to focus on other than bucking her hips towards the closest hole.

Once it was fully hard, she heard a quiet gasp from between her legs. She understood the sentiment. Her first boner was positively monstrous, a fat turgid beast. Although it was already networked with plump veins running up from the hilt to the coronal flare, there was a particularly vicious example that ran up the dorsal just after her medial ring, creating a blue, squiggly snake-shaped vein in the pink flesh. Despite how scary it looked, it took all of her will to not touch the knobby thing, the beastly log of a rod as new to her as it was the mare between her legs. Speaking of, Diamond tore her eyes from the cock to her mom, spotting widened eyes and a fallen jaw. The expression made her feel somewhat self-conscious, although her fuck hammer bobbed with another sudden gush of blood at the expression her mother made – some part of her approved, apparently.

“Is something wrong?” Diamond asked, her pride forcing the question.

“It’s massive,” Spoiled replied softly, continuing to wear her look of shock, “When I asked you to get erect, I didn’t mean for you to sprout a fifth limb.”

Diamond felt her heart quicken in her chest, her ‘fifth limb’ hardened with a further surge of blood, making it ache with need. Her cock appeared to possess an ego, or maybe it was the slight hint of approval she perceived that excited her. “Is that bad?” she asked, trying to ignore the pleasant tingles in her crotch long enough to focus on Spoiled’s answer.

“That’s wholly subjective, dear,” Spoiled answered flatly, trying to disguise something, that much Diamond could tell. “But you don’t hear many stallions complaining about having too large of an endowment, do you?”

“No. But you still haven’t told me what you think,” she pointed out, “you’re the first one to look at it besides me.”

“W-well, I…” Spoiled stammered off to silence, and Diamond held partial fear that Spoiled was close to voicing something unpleasant. “Diamond in truth… I find it magnificent,” Spoiled continued, her cheeks tinted red with randy fire as she looked up at the younger mare.

Diamond breathed, her penis pulsed in approval. “You do?”

“Who wouldn’t? It’s downright intimidating! And the aroma. I’ve never smelled something so delicious,” Spoiled gushed, all but salivating before the vascular column.

“Mom,” Diamond whined, her cheeks darkening in hue. The words by themselves seemed almost to salve her cock, but not in the sense of healing, the praise a tender stroke that made her throb. She was torn between wanting her mother to stop out of the embarrassment she felt and allowing her to continue out of the sheer arousal they stirred within her loins.

“I can just tell from looking at it-- here, watch.” Spoiled’s words preceded the deft movement of her hands, both of them rising up to latch on adjacent sides of Diamond’s she-meat, the splayed fingers unable to touch each other due to the girth’s obesity. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen one this long, never mind one this thick.”

Diamond couldn’t formulate a reply to that fact, not that she could, even if she wanted to. The sensation that came from her mother’s soft palms and squeezing fingers was like a surge of pleasurable electricity, forcing her jaw tight. Yet, behind her sealed lips, she moaned, her cock throbbing between Spoiled’s compressing palms.

“Oh, sorry. I should have asked for permission,” Spoiled said, grinning sheepishly. Despite her apology, her palms remained glued to the strained, blood-hot flesh of the appendage. “I assume from your face that the sensation isn’t wholly unpleasant, correct?”

Diamond nodded, unable to do anything else. It wasn’t so unlike rubbing her clit, but that comparison was only good at establishing the baseline of the pleasure she felt. What truly separated them was intensity. Even motionless, the sensation of pleasure brought by her mother’s hands was delivered at a constant. In hindsight, Diamond was glad she never touched the damn thing in the bathroom – Celestia knows if she would have had the strength of will to tear herself from it.

“Sensitive, isn’t it? I suppose that’s to be expected when you got this thing from such, um... exceptional circumstances. But if you think that feels good, look at this.” Her hands moved downwards in unison, her palms inching down the taut, vein-covered flesh. They didn’t glide seamlessly over the unlubricated flesh but the feeling of friction made Diamond squirm in her mother’s hold. Just as one limit of ecstasy was met, she was pushed even further beyond even that by the slow movement of Spoiled’s hands.

Soon, a pair of palms squeezed against her medial ring, her jaw finally parting to let out a gasp; a powerful strike of bliss running up her spine as the sensitive ring of nerves were stimulated. Whilst every muscle in her body quivered at having such a compact bundle of nerves touched, the strongest reaction was in her pelvis. Her cock gave a particularly strong throb in reaction to the tender touch, the muscles in her ass tensing around her prostate, squeezing out a thick, marble-sized glob of pre-cum at the end of her broad-headed appendage.

“Oh, would you look at that,” Spoiled commented, looking at the clear and sticky pearl with slightly widened eyes, “I haven’t seen a fake one do that before.”

“It’s… it feels pretty real,” Diamond spoke between breaths, her mother’s palms still squeezing into the fatty band of skin. She could barely see it past the penile mound, but it glued to the indentation of her urethra like a droplet of dew on a leaf.

Spoiled smirked, and Diamond felt the exhale on the tip of her dick. “But just how real is it?” she asked, sounding rhetorical, inspecting the globule. “It looks genuine enough” Her nostrils flared right after, deeply inhaling the aroma of the liquid musk, wearing a satisfied smile right after. “And I can appraise the validity of the odour…”

Diamond could see the look of pondering on Spoiled’s face. It was playful, lacking any real sort of concern, but Diamond was eager to hear the rest of her mother’s sentence anyway. “But?”

Spoiled didn’t answer with words. Instead, Diamond froze as she watched her glob of pre-ejaculate disappear under her mother’s flattened tongue.

“Mom!” Diamond gasped, her hips bucked against her mother’s mouth, connecting with teeth.

The touch of her tongue was wet, soft as a feather, and upon tasting her Spoiled moaned in delight of the flavour. Diamond thought it was a beautiful noise, made all the spectacular by having Spoiled’s half-lidded eyes lock intimately with hers. The eye contact lasted only seconds before pleasure forced Diamond’s eyes to screw shut, the contact of her mother’s tongue sending an explosion of sensation to course all the way down her cock and up to her brain. She arched her back, her rigid arms preventing her from falling back onto the bed as a loud groan sounded from her gullet right after. Words were not enough to convey her delight at the sensation. As a result, more pre-cum burbled from her throbbing glands and Spoiled tried her best to collect the hot and slimy ropes up with her tongue; licking the ridged cocktip with the same effortlessness one would a lollipop. Despite her diligence, she was unable to capture them all – Diamond’s musk-scented essence dripping onto the globes attached to her chest.

Spoiled’s hands joining in soon after, pumping her cock down from the trunk-like root all the way up to the domed head, compressing down hard every time they passed over the medial ring. She was milking the impressively thick shaft for all the seminal nectar it was worth, spewing it over her maw and breasts. Dry hands on dry flesh wasn’t the most pleasant sensation but Diamond’s mind couldn’t decipher between the uncomfortable feeling of being stroked raw and the pleasure that was otherwise overwhelmed her senses from a combination of it and Spoiled’s tongue.

“Mom,” Diamond groaned.

“Yes, sweetie?” Spoiled casually ceased her licks, though her hands continued to move, only slowing their tempo.

With the cessation of her tongue, Diamond was finally able to look back down at her mother. The older mare’s lips were mattered down with a mixture of saliva and pre-cum, and despite the depravity of it, Diamond knew for certain the next spurt from the tip of her cock was a direct result of that sight between her legs. It dripped down, running down between her mom’s tits.

“That feels... so good…” Diamond breathed, unable to think of anything better to say.

“I wouldn’t be a good mother if didn’t.” Diamond didn’t think that was entirely correct, but she couldn’t say anything against her mother’s smile. Spoiled stopped her hands just under the flare, her thumbs meeting just under the spit covered glands. Diamond saw her eyes glance downward at her bosom, her smile deepening when she looked back up at her daughter. “Want to feel something better than my hands?”

“Yes please.” Diamond’s mouth moved to answer on its own – not that she disagreed with the words that came from it, her dick seeming to throb in agreement as well.

Spoiled’s hands vacated her dick, and although seemed to twitch angrily at their leave, Diamond felt her heart thrum in anticipation. She saw her mom’s hands sink into her own tits, her huge chest pillows were squeezed together before they pulled apart, a few strings of pre-cum bridging them. Diamond felt herself throb at the sight, another generous spurt of her essence running down between the pair of breasts before Spoiled rose up to wrap them around her cock.

Diamond, now acclimated to the new pleasures the cock could bring her, only bit her lip in response to the feeling. She was getting better at that. As for the feeling of being wrapped around her mom’s mounds, it was like being enveloped by a cloud, the large perky milkers squeezing with heavenly softness into her ramrod as it was nestled against Spoiled’s chest. The glands of her fleshy pink spear protruded out between the soft valley, the exposed inches close enough to Spoiled’s face that she could feel hot air glance off the tip from the mare’s nose.

“It looks even bigger up close,” Spoiled remarked redundantly, looking down at the vascular pink column with a grin. “Even still, I was half-expecting it to disappear completely between these two.” With that she jostled her giant udders together for emphasis, provoking Diamond to moan at the slick sensation of pre-wetted fur and warm hugging flesh. “I guess there’s a first time for everything,” she chirped.

With that, Diamond gave a low groan as her mother’s beautifully formed bosom began to rise and fall up her angled meat, the rivulets of pre-cum from her stimulated organ adding ample more lubricant to her mother’s boobs as she warped them around her cock. The stroking of her breasts blew the sensation of hands out of the water. Although not as tight, the cushiony embrace was hot and slick with her own juices, allowing her meaty pole to be stroked without any friction whatsoever. The pleasantry of the sensation was joined by the return of Spoiled’s tongue not long after, the wiggly muscle running around the edge of her glands, salving across the most sensitive part of her penis with loving levels of attention. It was the kind of devotion Diamond had long for from her mother, and whilst it wasn’t the most orthodox way of receiving love, it was love all the same to her. Whilst her appreciative moans conveyed her own appreciation in some way, she didn’t feel it was enough to truly express it. One of her hands uncoiled from around the duvet and relocated to the top of Spoiled’s head, her fingers brushing into her mom’s fuchsia mane, gently patting the top of her head.

This seemed to encouraged Spoiled, whose tongue sped up into an energetic flurry of movement. And, whilst her tongue danced, her tits were slammed down with greater speed against Diamond’s thighs, provoking louder and louder moans from the young mare’s throat. Diamond felt a heat become ever more intense in her crotch, the pleasure mounting higher and higher with each passing second. Different organ, familiar sensation. She could feel the mounting pressure in her balls, the way they flexed, trying to climb back in her body. With her hand on the back of Spoiled’s head, Diamond became intensely focused on her mother’s mouth. Her soft lips felt pleasant when they brushed against her cock in the midst of her licks, and more and more, Diamond wondered: why weren’t they wrapped around her?

Using the leverage afforded to her by holding Spoiled’s head, Diamond steadily began to apply more and more pressure to the back of it. Spoiled barely had time to furrow her brows before Diamond pushed down hard on the back of her head; letting out a surprised yelp as the broad flare was forced past her lips, the pink flesh scraping against her teeth as the tip hit the back of her throat. Diamond groaned at being enveloped by something so warm. Spoiled’s nostrils were flared, taking in air and more of her musk, her the pace of her tits slowed down to a wary speed as her tongue continued to circle around the inches Diamond had embedded past her lips. The only time Diamond removed inches of her she-meat was so her mother’s wiggling muscle could run more precisely around her glands, the sensation unparalleled by anything else as of yet. The fact Spoiled wasn’t fighting back was all Diamond needed to know to keep going.

The longer this continued on for, the more comfortable Spoiled seemed to become under her hand. Her head started to rise and fall of its own volition, fellating her thick dick steadily, her tongue lashing against any part of her daughter’s dick skin it could reach. The noisy, indecent slurping just made Diamond feel warmer. Between her thighs, she could feel her untouched twat wink and split, her nectar leaking out to stain the sheets. She could feel her climax approaching after what felt like forever. She could feel her mother’s teeth dig more sharply into her skin, her cock thickening past her mother’s lips. In the air, her nose picked up a scent more strongly than she did before, a subtle fragrance carried from the stain on her mother’s panties from not too long ago. She snorted, like a brute, right on the edge of orgasm she shoved down on her mother’s head and forced the tip of her girthy cock down her mother’s gullet.

The cock flexed like a great phallic bicep past Spoiled’s lips. The pleasure encouraging Diamond to spear a few inches more of her dick forcefully down her mother’s throat; clogging her mother’s windpipe with the flare that blossomed wide deep within. Diamond felt her mother’s hands slapping against her thighs, and she felt the panicked vibrations around her shaft of clogged words against her shlong. Diamond couldn’t withdraw, even if she wanted to. Flare aside, it was just too good to deprive herself of the sensation, driven by some latent instinct that came with her new genitalia. Her balls clenched, trying to rise back up into her body, her prostate being squeezed by her muscles, trying to empty her full and heavy balls. She could feel the pressure at the base, a mounting tightness in her urethral pipe that brought pain alongside the pleasure. Her fingers dug into her mother’s skull as she grit her teeth, both sensations mounting higher to a predictable finale.

With each aching throb, something thick slowly working its way up like a clogged pipe slowly unclogging itself, moving only with each pronounced twitch of her cock and rise of her nuts. After what felt like an eternity, she finally gasped, feeling something thick gush in a torrent from the tip of her cock. Her noises of her mother’s panic were silenced by the ropes of semen that were cascading down her oesophagus and into her stomach, her hands falling limp on Diamond’s thighs as she was forced to swallow each and every one. To Diamond, each shot of cum fired felt just as pleasurable and as satisfying as the last, making her full body quiver and quake with each seminal volley. Her features had relaxed, openly displaying her ecstasy as she rode her orgasm the entire way to its end.

Her cock eventually came to soften in her mother’s throat. When she fell limp due to the crashing weigh of her climax, she fell backwards onto the bed; her dick sliding all the way out to droop slightly over the edge, the tip oozing with remnants of creamy white seed. All sound seemed to fade away until all she heard was her own breathing, the arrhythmia of her own heartbeat. Her head was somewhere else, enjoying the afterglow. A minute passed, then all outside audio gradually bled back in. She heard birdsong from outside and the light bustle of traffic, but then her ears picked up the sounds of her mother coughing.

“Sorry! I don’t know what came over me!” The words couldn’t leave her mouth fast enough. Despite every part of her mind telling her to slump onto the bed and bask like a lion in the sensation of her bliss, she still clambered off the bed to check on her mom.

Spoiled was still trying to catch her breath to reply at first, wiping the back of her hand across her cum-stained lips. It was just as Diamond had knelt down to put a hand on her shoulder did she speak. “Rut,” she answered, “never heard of any mare having it – fake phallus or not.”

Diamond had heard of “Rut” before. It was exclusively a stallion issue. Well, it was. “I guess I’ve got more than just a sheath and sack to get used to, don’t I?” Diamond replied, forcing a smile for her mother’s benefit.

“Tastes like real semen…” she commented

Diamond laughed. “If it’s real, I suppose that doubles your chances.”

Spoiled turned her head to look at her. “Of what?”

Diamond adorned a joking smile. “Of grandfoals.”

It was Spoiled’s turn to smile. It was sweet, certainly a bit of humour to it, but her lips eventually split to bare white daggers for teeth. “Don’t do that ever again.”

Diamond swallowed back the hard pit that suddenly clogged her throat, her hand flinching from Spoiled’s shoulder. “I-I won’t.”

“Good.” Spoiled rose back up to her hooves, her legs trembling as she stood. Diamond tried to ignore the pungent smell of marish arousal on the air. It was a lot more intense now than it was during her impromptu throat swab. Clearly, some part of Spoiled was pleased with that treatment. Diamond wasn’t going to risk bringing it up though.

“What are you doing?” asked Diamond, following Spoiled as she climbed onto the bed, her hooves just missing the small white pool of semen slowly crusting on the carpet.

“Did you think we were done? I said I was taking your virginity, and after what you just did, I think I’m entitled to it now – don’t you?”

Diamond wasn’t sure whether or not Spoiled was being rhetorical or not. It didn’t matter either way. Her monster of a cock, although recently spent, was still semi-hard and full of blood whilst it dangled down her thighs. Her eyes were glued to the older mare as she settled onto the bed, her back propped up against the large pillows with her legs lewdly spread; the sight of her sodden box hidden by her large thighs. Diamond’s flicked her sighs back to her face, Spoiled’s eyes already on her, her lids partially fluttered. Diamond moved towards her, that look exuding a sexual magnetism that she refused to fight against in any capacity. Climbing onto the bed, hands and knees, she already felt her log slapping beast-like against her belly.

She crawled far enough onto the luxury bedspread that she could finally look between her mother’s legs. And what a sight it was. It looked as though someone had splashed a bucket against her mother’s crotch and thighs, her fur was sodden and her skin stained with mare-nectar. The part of her mind that head a direct connection with her cock screamed out a singular word at her: breed. The sensation of more pre-ejaculate leaking from her cock tip sent a shiver of delight up her spine. However, the filial part of her made her tongue run across her lips. She allowed it to control her once. Not again. Diamond thought it was the right time to return the favour...

She moved slowly between her mother’s parted legs, lowering her modest bosom to the duvet, her face close enough to Spoiled’s soaked quim to feel the smouldering warmth of it radiating against her cheeks. She had never been this close to another mare’s slit before and had never seen another apart from her own. Yet, she couldn’t help but think it looked delicious. Breathing in through her nose, the strong, musky fragrance was enough to make her twitch. Her hips ground themselves hard against the bed on instinct, trying to feel some scant satisfaction for the powerful ache she felt along her ripe length. In defiance of her clamouring tool, she put her hands down on either side of her mom’s marehood, her thumbs softly pushing into the dark pink pads, the soft touch making Spoiled shiver under her touch. Feeling both exhilarated and nervous, Diamond tried to ignore that her heart was trying to escape her ribcage with its furious beating. Taking a breath, she pulled the plump lips apart to reveal her mother’s pinkness within, the intense heat and aroma escalated upon their parting and Diamond couldn’t help but wonder how such a heat would feel when wrapped around her. Just as the thought crossed her mind, Spoiled’s pink nub winked with want at her face, as if reading her mind. Diamond could barely close her eye in time before the gentle sprit of mare nectar flicked across her features.

“Sorry,” said Spoiled, her apology coming strained through a moan.

Diamond thought the apology was needless but nevertheless appreciated anyway. The love button continued to push out towards her, pleading for attention from the only other who could give it some. Diamond opened her fluid-streaked eye before she continued, reaching forward with her lips. She delivered a gentle kiss to the pink moistness, earning a gentle groan from Spoiled. Some of the residue created a bridge between her lips and the folds when she pulled away to admire it some more. Her tongue flicked over them, tasting her mother’s essence. It was musky, tinged with something sweet her head couldn’t place. Yet, despite the lack of zeroes following it on a menu, it was the most luscious flavour that had ever passed her lips – in both definitions. Her blood-ripe organ throbbed against her stomach at the flavour, and she and it were in the same mind for the desire to taste even more of it. She leant forwards with the intent to consume more of mother’s juicy pink fruit, her maw opening wide to cover as much area as possible, her tongue quick to start lathering against the slick pink folds. Amateurish, but enthusiastic, Diamond tried to imitate what she gleamed from Spoiled to influence her technique. Her tongue moved around in broad circles, slurping down her mother’s viscous fluids. Spoiled’s moans and periodic gasps were like sweet music to her ears, a reward more valuable than gems for her efforts.

“Try to F-- Focus on the cl-- clit, sweetheart,” Spoiled instructed, her sentence broken apart by moans.

Diamond listened immediately – Spoiled was the more experienced of the two after all. Her tongue flicked upwards, lashing against her mother’s winking bud. The reaction was immediate. Spoiled pushed her slick mound back against her, the older mare’s moan ripping through the air as Diamond continued her merciless attack against the pleasure-provoking bud. Diamond felt delight pinballing around her insides. This must have been how Spoiled felt when she was going down on her, a selfless kind of joy that made her never want to stop. It felt good to make her mom feel good. She eventually wrapped her lips around the winking bud, catching it between the gentle hold of her lips as she began to suckle on the slick pink treat. The concentrated assault arched her mother’s back, and she felt the mature mare’s hand grasp the back of her head, fingers combing through her mane; as loud as ever. Diamond considered a use for one of her hands, slyly sliding down her right whilst the left continued to keep the mature pussy spread. Her finger poked around just under her chin for a hole she knew to exist, she still had hers after all and even felt it clench and compress around nothing. She soon found it, feeling herself elevate to another tier of excitement as she began to trace the entrance of her mother’s canal. Her heart skipped a beat as it tried to compress around her exploring digit, the velvet softness leaving the pink log beneath her throbbing in want. She was tempted to fully stick her finger inside, to get a feel for what awaited her cock. Yet, displaying a surprising level of self-control, her hand retracted away. She wanted to keep herself waiting for that feeling.

“Diamond,” Spoiled said, speaking out between heavy breaths, stealing Diamond’s attention away from her pussy, “I’m ready for you.”

Diamond felt her heart skip a beat. She pulled away from her mother’s treasure, the sodden slit splitting under a furry of needy clit winks and compressing around a length that hadn’t yet filled it. The sight, combined with Spoiled’s voice, hammered her heart with desire. She crawled up her mother’s body, confident that her weight was a non-factor as she savoured the feeling of her the older mare’s warmth and softness as she made her way up; leaving a trail of kisses in her wake. Reaching her mother’s tits, she groped and squeezed into one whilst wrapping her lips around the nipple of the other. The act came to her with surprising amounts of naturalness, a pair of arms wrapped around her back, pulling her deeper into the maternally salacious embrace. There was something oddly calming about the gesture, her flicking tongue making Spoiled hitch her breaths. Diamond might have been content to remain this way for the rest of the day were it not for the pleading organ pulsing on her groin, eager for what awaited it between Spoiled’s thighs.

A bridge of spittle connected her lips and the nipple, breaking when Diamond shifted her gaze from the tit to her mother’s eyes. She could tell Spoiled was being patient with her but the lust in that look was unmistakable. She moved the rest of the way up, pulled towards Spoiled’s lips by some unseen force and connecting her own to them like a magnet. She was already accustomed to their touch. The idea would have repulsed her just the day prior, now she wanted for nothing else.

Her cock clumsily struck at the perineum. Spoiled’s fingers dug into her back on reflex, and Diamond didn’t even want to consider what would have occurred had she missed her mark and slipped into the other hole. She broke the kiss, mouthing “sorry” before she wrapped one hand around the fat root of her log, angling the slab towards Spoiled’s drooling lips and eased her hips towards it. A gasp escaped her lips when her tip kissed against the inviting softness of her mother’s pussy. The heat. Despite the fire between her mother’s legs, she froze. Anxiety pierced her like an arrow. Instinct and drive disappeared, and she was suddenly left clueless on what to do. In her ears, she could hear the race of her own heart, and each attempt to force her hips forwards left her realising she was no longer in control of her own body.

She saw a piteous look in Spoiled’s eyes. In the heat of the moment, Diamond had forgotten her own lack of experience; smiling meekly in reply. The older mare leaned up to connect their lips once again, one of her hands following down Diamond’s spine. Her fingers wrapped around Diamond’s tail dock, and slowly, eased her hips forwards; manually driving her broad tip towards the eager slit. Diamond quelled a moan when her tip was pushed into the slick opening, feeling the bud wink against her knob thawed her. Instinct seized the reins, and Diamond bucked her hips, striking the target.

Spoiled gasped into her mouth when she crammed the flare into that opening, the tight, velvet walls clamping down with exquisite softness around the ridged tip. Diamond was glad she left the sensation a mystery, the feeling dunking her body into a pool bliss. The vaginal muscles compressed and quivered around her ridged head, moulding desperately around the younger mare’s breeding stick. The heat inside was far more intense than out, and Diamond was all too happy to feed more inches to her mom’s ravenous marehood, pushing her hips forward to split apart the matured walls with her fat log; the soft hugging flesh making each movement take her to a new pleasurable zenith. It wasn’t long until that wonderful sensation of slick heat completely enveloped her whole she-meat as the glands pushed against the cervix, the strained flesh of her cock at the receiving end of a full-length compression and massage that almost paralysed her with ecstasy. If she hadn’t already emptied her balls just moment prior, Diamond was sure to have exploded from the intensity of the sensation.

Even without direction from Spoiled, Diamond knew what to do next, instinct guiding her. Her hips moved backwards, sliding out the few inches of dick she was willing to bare from her mother’s wondrous insides before slamming them back inside. Spoiled’s pleasured squeal was silenced abruptly by Diamond’s lips, the younger mare fuelled by the thrill of actually having sex. The gyration of her hips was clumsy but serviceable, plunging her cock in and out at a level pace that made the mare beneath her mewl and quiver. Each deep drive of her hips was just as pleasurable as the last, the turgid ram striking against the barrier to her mother’s womb on each thrust. She felt one of Spoiled’s hands sink into her butt, the other vacating her back to interlock fingers with her own.

There was something nostalgic about plunging balls deep into the hole she emerged from eighteen years ago, and she wasn’t quite sure whether that thought disgusted her or made what she was doing even more arousing. The longer she fucked Spoiled, the more practised she became with her own movements. The inconsistent beat of wet flesh on flesh replaced by a duel rhythm of clapping genitals and Diamond’s pussy juice covered balls striking the perineum.

Plap! Plap! Plap!

Diamond loved the noise, almost as much as she did the sound of her mother’s moaning. Brutishly thick and long, her appendage was enough to drive her mother to the same highs of ecstasy she was easily reaching with every thrust. Any aversion to possessing such a totem to masculinity evaporated in the midst of their tryst, the dense musky smell of the room combined with the sensation of fucking her mother’s hole fully immersed her head into the role of a stud. Not that she had much say on the matter. Her balls, already full to the brim and sloshing with glue-thick seed, were screaming for seminal release. Before she fully realised it, her hips were crashing against Spoiled with a newfound fervour, the contents of her sack destined for her mother’s womb.

Spoiled must have sensed something if her up-tick in speed wasn’t obvious enough. Her hold on her hand tightened and her legs raised up to wrap around Diamond, only permitting her daughter to bare a couple of inches at most to the sex-filled air. That was all the clearance Diamond needed to not pull out last minute.

Suddenly, Spoiled broke the kiss. “Diamond! I’m-- I’m--”

Spoiled’s stuttering proclamation wasn’t allowed to reach its end. Diamond knew what it was. She could feel it. The full-body spasm and vice-like tightening of her mother’s twat, the throw back of her head. How could Diamond hold back? She speared herself as deep as she could, pushing against the cervix, she felt her balls try and retract up into her as her fuckstick swelled thick to bursting with blood. She buried her face in Spoiled’s nape, her coronal flare bloomed and the first volley of cum firing past the cervix and directly into the waiting womb – the first of many! The escalation of pleasure from her first climax was unexpected, her mother’s milking walls ensuring each blast of semen from her pipe put her on the brink of a mental shutdown from the sheer amount of ecstasy she felt. She couldn’t keep up with the number of ropes, the over productive churners going up into the double digits at the very least, which was way too high for Diamond’s sex-clouded mind to keep up with. The sound of spurting and bubbling semen joined alongside Spoiled’s moans, as the pressure of a full womb forced the excess of cum to trickle from the over-filled pussy and splatter out onto the bed.

After an exhaustive but pleasurable few minutes, Diamond finally became limp, her cock utterly spent as the few final pulses of seed were squeezed from her flare. Diamond didn’t even want to consider the mess she created on the bed from her ‘expenditure’, hiding her face still in Spoiled’s nape out of a mixture of embarrassment and comfort. After a short while, she felt a hand cradle the back of her head whilst another wrapped around her back. She felt a warm, yet as much as she tried to ignore it, she felt hottest around her cock. A combination of her mother’s heat and the cascade she unleashed within her depths.

“That was wonderful,” Spoiled breathed, audibly fatigued.

Diamond raised her head from Spoiled’s nape, her mother’s eyes already there to greet her, a loving smile present on the older mare’s face. Despite it, Diamond couldn’t help but worry. “Aren’t you… Don’t we have to worry about…” Diamond could only skirt around the issue. What didn’t help matters was the fact she still kept her semi-soft shaft lodged within her mother’s puss.

Spoiled’s brows furrowed before the realisation dawned on her face, the smile returning as she stroked the back of Diamond’s head. “This might surprise you, and I’m loathed to admit it in almost any circumstance, but I’m actually too old to have foals anymore, sweetheart.”

“Oh…” Diamond was unsure if she was relieved or disappointed by that revelation. But, like most of the things she learnt today, she thought it best to not dwell on it for the sake of her long-term sanity.

Spoiled released a wistful sigh, sinking her head back into the pillow. “And to think, I had a big day planned for today to help fix our relationship. Shopping, sauna, fine dining…”

“But now you just want to stay in bed?” Diamond guessed, finding her mother’s chest made for a comfortable pillow as she laid her head on them.

“Uh-huh,” she chortled, “I’m having a hard time thinking of a better way to spend it.”

Diamond sighed happily. “Me too. I can’t really think of a way to improve this… Maybe room service?”

“I wouldn’t say no to that.” Spoiled hummed, continuing to run her hand down Diamond’s head and neck. “But lets just stay like this. Just for a little longer.”

Diamond couldn’t find any reason to disagree with that, not that she searched particularly hard. She nestled herself into Spoiled, returning her mother’s embrace, listening to the sound of the older mare’s heart. “I love you, mom…” The words came easy to her now. She felt herself gradually drift away.

“I love you too… My Diamond...”

Happiness Is Blind

Author's Note

I hope you enjoyed this story. :twilightsmile:
I think it could've been better when it came to the sex scene but there's always next time.
The reason I'm leaving this incomplete is that - despite it being a commission - I'm strongly considering coming back to it to write up ideas for two alternate endings I had, one involving Silver Spoon and the other involving Diamond embracing the 'stud' she became.

Ciao for now. :raritywink:

Happiness Is Blind

One Month Later

“Hey, Diamond!”

“See ya Monday.”

“Have a nice weekend!”

The mirth behind their voices was a relatively new sound but Diamond was already used to it, responding to the speakers with a nod of acknowledgement or a smile. It was unpleasant, to begin with, but that was when her past experience of such a sound was overhearing others converse with the CMC. Now when she glanced at passing students, instead of flinching as they did in the past, they beamed back at her with sincere smiles. It was an awkward process but if ponies had a singular virtue, it was that they were quick to forgive and forget.

She emerged from the doors and shielded her eyes from the brightness of the sun. It was a nice day out, prompting her to grin. Silver Spoon was waiting for her, wearing a small, acknowledging smile of her own. Whilst Diamond’s change in demeanour came as a surprise, Silver seemed jubilant to go along with her newfound attitude. Furthermore, she seemed perfectly okay with the ‘other’ change Diamond came back with, making her the only other mare aware of the secret currently stuffing out the pink mare’s tight underwear.

Silver immediately began to follow Diamond at her side, as always, without a word. Diamond might have initiated conversation if she didn’t want to savour the heat brushing against her cheeks. Today just seemed especially good, and considering the plans for that weekend, she knew why.

“You’re always smiling now,” Silver remarked a few minutes into their walk, glancing at her sideways.

Diamond met her friend’s eyes, looking at her sideways and cocking a brow. “So?” she replied, neutral.

Silver’s smile deepened, looking back ahead. “I think it suits you.”

Diamond felt a heat in her cheeks but knew it wasn’t from the sun. Although touched with fluster, her smile refused to waver. She looked straight again.

The pair parted ways at a certain point, moving in separate directions to head to their respective homes. Diamond waited for Silver to be out of view before she picked up her pace to a slow jog. Running wasn’t really an option any more thanks to obvious reasons, but she could at least reach home slightly faster than just walking. She couldn’t keep her heart waiting for much longer…

Reaching home, she tried to slow her pace as not to attract suspicion or worry from the staff, doing as she always did. Hanging up her bag to be picked up later, she ascended the stairs, not turning a single head from maid nor buttling stallion. Although instead of heading left to her room, she carefully checked the coast before taking a right instead. The room she headed towards was already open, the door cracked open enough for her to slip her head in. She almost called out on reflex, tightening her lips before doing so; Her eyes landing on the single occupant within: Spoiled Rich.

She was standing there with her back to the door, packing a suitcase, her body wrapped in a floral dress that might have been called “tacky” once upon a time. Like Diamond, Spoiled went through a few changes of her own, and in Diamond’s opinion: for the better. Her mother looked just as good from the back as she did the front, and Diamond’s lips cracked into a cheeky grin at admiring her mother’s body. That ass was still unbeaten in her mind, its appeal never-fading despite how often she had seen it bare nowadays. However, with the formulation of a plan in her head, that smile took a turn for the mischievous. With her hooves muted by the plush carpet within, she crept into the room and up behind Spoiled, holding her breath to ensure she wouldn’t get caught.

Coming up from behind, she suddenly wrapped her arms around the older mare’s, snatching Spoiled into a lopsided embrace.

“Oh!” Spoiled quietly gasped, tensing up before Diamond felt her relax in her arms. Diamond pushed her face into Spoiled’s nape, inhaling her scent. Strawberries. “You startled me,” Spoiled said, her voice low and kind, trailed by a soft laugh.

“Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.” Diamond left a kiss on her mom’s neck after speaking. It was risky to pull off such an intimate manoeuvre, especially with the door wide open, but she had become long addicted to that warm feeling in her chest from doing so.

Spoiled leaned into the kiss. “What if we get caught?” she asked, no agency in her voice.

Diamond planted another kiss. “You ask that every time.” And another.

“And you’ve never changed your answer,” she smirked, receiving each one with happily.

“'Worth it’.” They both said in unison. The day back in Diamond’s bedroom after midnight. In the changing room of the mall boutique. Under the table during breakfast. It wasn’t even the risk that motivated them, at least according to Diamond. They’d go so long without sharing in affectionate for one another that it would bubble over, compelling them to drop whatever it was they were doing to hug, kiss, or fuck. Of course, no matter how slim their chance of getting out undiscovered, they always did. “Worth it” became a mantra of their relationship by this point. It always was.

The biggest testament to that was what pushed up against Diamond’s hands, which had settled on only one area when she hugged Spoiled from behind. Under her palms and pressing fingers, separated only by a thin material of the dress, was a bump. Diamond had her theories. Maybe Spoiled had lied about her own age so frequently that she actually forgot her own, off the mark by a couple of years. Either that or Diamond’s magical appendage was magical in more ways than one. It was, after all, against everything known to biology. Maybe she was packing something ‘super’ in those balls of hers. Needless to say, she didn’t work hard on the theories. Thoughts and critical thinking became background noise when her head when to the subject of her mother’s pregnancy. They were usually evaporated by the intense warmth of the joy she felt.

“I have to finish packing,” Spoiled said unconvincingly, not making any effort to escape Diamond’s arms. “The train gets here in an hour.”

Diamond squeezed her regardless, resting her chin on her shoulder; keeping her close. “I want to stay like this. Just for a little longer.”

Spoiled smirked, leaning her head against Diamond’s. “Okay…”

Diamond inhaled her mother’s mane, her mother’s warmth causing affection to roil in her chest. “Mom.”

“Yes, sweetie?” Spoiled murmured.

She must have said it more than a thousand times now, even in this, un-familial context. Still, she felt that compulsion rising up in her chest. She planted a kiss on the older mare’s cheek. “I love you.”

“I know…” Spoiled replied, smirking. Her arms crossed over Diamond’s, over her stomach, over their growing foal. “I love you too...”