Billows of shower steam followed Hondo out of the bathroom. A silk robe was draped around his burly frame. Sweetie Belle licked her lips as she watched his thick muscled legs moving beneath the robe’s swaying hem. His thick black cock, rock-hard with anticipation, bobbed in and out of view.
“Is mom gone?” he said. He returned her lustful gaze, and Sweetie welcomed it. She liked it when Daddy looked at her that way. At the age of twenty-three, she’d grown up from the pudgy foal she used to be into a tall, graceful mare with a long cotton-candy mane and tail. She looked more like one of Rarity’s models than her shorter, softer mother and sister. Except for the family butt.
She had a big butt. It was okay. Big butts were hot and she knew it. She thought her red pink and purple cutie mark set off her bottom’s pearly curves quite nicely if she did say so herself.
Sweetie Belle turned and peeked around the edge of the window. She pushed the white lace curtains of her parents’ bedroom aside with her snout in time to see her mom trot out the front gate and disappear down the lane. The sight of her mother leaving paradoxically made her pussy wink open and drip on the carpet. When she’d moved back home at twenty-two — as many young ponies were doing these days; the post-Celestian economy was rough — and fallen in love with her dad she’d thought she’d discovered that incest was her fetish, but instead it was her mother leaving the house.
She did love to watch mom go, though. Those big wobbly buns bouncing against each other. Yum.
“Honey, you’re dripping on the carpet. You’re going to leave a stain,” said her father’s husky voice from behind her.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Daddy. I’ve been a dirty girl. Luckily you have all day to punish me.”
Hondo grunted. “What I’m going to do to you couldn’t be thought of as punishment.” He nosed his daughter’s tail aside and inhaled deeply.
Sweetie yelped and jerked away. “Daddy, I didn’t take my shower yet!” she cried out, front-cheeks rosy with embarrassment.
She and her father had felt strongly towards each other — in a way a father and daughter really shouldn’t — for years. They’d waited so long to admit their forbidden feelings to each other, and each had been surprised at the other’s reciprocation. Now they planned and plotted to get as much time alone together as they could. Sweetie kept her little pussy pumped full of birth control spells until it glowed at all times. They could indulge their unnatural desire for each other any chance they got; from a quick screw in the bathtub while mom was cooking to the all-day fuckfest they had planned for today.
“Nff. Daddy. No. People can see us through the window!” She didn’t mean ‘no’. They had a basic green-yellow-red safeword system. Nopony needed to be exploited by their father, but sometimes it was exciting to feel like you were being exploited by your father.
“They can only see you. They don’t know who’s doing nice things to you. That’s our little secret.” His tongue rose, soaking her pussy lips with spit, then circled her ponut, sending tingles up her spine. She gasped and pushed her hot cheek against the window, and pulled her lower lips open with her magic. Hondo’s tongue slid down and pushed inside her dripping cunt. He scooped up mouthfuls of mare goo, thick strong tongue sliding over every inner surface.
“Clit. Please. Make me cum.”
Bushy mustache tickling her, Daddy’s tongue dipped to her hot, pulsing double nub. Her soft young body tensed, arching in pleasure as he circled it. His skillful tongue tied a complex knot of pleasure between her thighs.
“F… fuh…” she huffed, not even sure what word she was going for, there. ‘Father’? ‘Fuck’? He clearly took it as the latter — soft coils of magic slid into her pussy, and poked gently at her tight little asshole. She gasped and pushed down, opening up to her father’s tenuous magic. She could snap her big dumb Daddy’s spells like a twig if she wanted to. Instead, she helped him along — she established a horn-to-horn connection and siphoned some of her power into his. His spells grew stiffer and stronger, like two hardening cocks plugging her and filling her as much as she could be filled.
His tongue moved slowly and carefully, mushing down her hard nub against her squishy pussy lips. Drool and mare goo cascaded onto the carpet. Sweetie groaned bitterly, thinking about how hard it was going to be to scrub that out before mom got home. It would cut into her and Daddy’s fucking time! But she couldn’t find the words to protest; couldn’t pull her fat butt cheeks away from her father’s ruggedly handsome face.
Pleasure burned in her belly. Her legs trembled, making her ass and thigh fat jiggle with increasing vehemence, to the point where her ass cheeks smacked audibly against her father’s snout. The glass against her cheek felt warmed, heated by her magic. Fuck, she hoped it didn’t start to melt. That would be hard to explain. She tried to warn Daddy, but when she opened her mouth all that came out was “Ne! Neee! Neigh!”
His tongue hammered down hard on her clit, sending an electric jolt through her pussy. Her muscles clamped on her father’s magic, squeezing against it until it flickered and she had to squirt more energy through her father’s horn to keep it from collapsing.
There was nothing she could do to keep herself from collapsing. Her front legs crumpled like origami; her face slid down the wall until it bounced off the carpet, leaving a streak of drool down the floral wallpaper. Her ass stayed in the air, hooked on Hondo’s magic.
“Was that good, baby?” said Daddy.
Sweetie rolled her head to see a double image of him grinning next to her cutie mark, with strings of mare goo linking his mustache with her pussy. “Fuck me, Daddy.”
“I thought you were afraid people would see us.”
“Too horny now. D-don’t care who sees. They can only see my ass anyway.” And of course, she would care if she were caught. Mom and Daddy would have to get a divorce because of her. Mom, mad at her forever. One or both of them possibly going to jail; she wasn’t sure how that part worked. She didn’t care. She wanted Daddy inside her. “Fuck me hard.”
Hondo grunted and reared up behind her, hooves on her cutie marks. His magic might be weak, but the old hoofball player still had miles of muscle under his bearish covering of middle-aged fat. His cock pressed against her pussy lips like a battering ram against a keyhole. His first thrust didn’t penetrate, but it shook her whole body to the bones. She screamed and pulled her pussy lips apart with her magic. Daddy was a tight fit for his little girl, but she’d explained to him she liked it rough, and that he shouldn’t hold back. Three more bone-rattling thrusts and he had his flare inside of her. He wiggled it back and forth until it was wet with her goo, and then slammed it forward, driving her womb up under her rib cage and her face into the wall.
Sweetie gritted her teeth and tried to put up a magic shield so her horn wouldn’t gouge the plaster. But it was hard to concentrate when a dick bigger than your leg was rearranging your reproductive anatomy.
The pleasure and pain of Hondo’s relentless fucking wiped away her thoughts. Her whole world was wrapped up in that shaft, sliding in and out of her, medial ring plucking at her clit, flare slamming her cervix against the far wall of her womb. His huge swinging balls slapped her thighs hard.
“Oh, Sweetie. Sweetie baby. I love you so much,” he moaned.
“Fuck me harder, Daddy! Hurt me!’
His thrusting grew faster, mighty thigh muscles flexing, driving into his daughter’s pussy with his full stallion strength. His flare widened inside of her. “Oh! Oh, Sweetie!” He jammed all the way in, balls pumping squirt after squirt of his jizz into her pussy. Sweetie groaned as she reached under herself to stroke her lower belly, caressing the growing bulge there.
Hondo slumped over her, massive rib cage heaving. He’d just gotten out of the shower, and he already stank of hot fresh sweat. Sweetie inhaled his musk and rolled back her upper lip, holding the smell of it in her snout.
“Sweetie, Sweetie,” he said, “that was wonderful. You make Daddy so proud.”
“Gotta… hide cum,” she moaned. “It’s not incest if you swallow the evidence.” Cum left terrible stains, and it was only occasionally hot to do it in the kitchen or a bathroom, where cleanup was easy.
Hondo nodded and helped her get into position, curled up like a letter C with her back against the wall so her pussy was right up over her mouth. It was a good thing she was flexible. His cum trickled out of her pussy as he pulled back. Sweetie watched the first drop hurtle towards her, plopping between her eyes and masking her vision with cum. Most of the rest poured into her open mouth, hot and musky and mixed with the sour-sweet flavor of her own pussy juices. She swallowed it all except for the last spurt, which missed and landed on the tip of her nose. He dipped his flaccid-but-still-massive cock into her mouth for her to suck the last of the load out of his tube. Even soft, it was hard for her to get him in her mouth.
Sadly, giving Daddy a blow job had so far proved impossible for her. He was just too big.
He knelt to lick her face clean and kiss it into her mouth. “Is it yummy?” he asked.
Sweetie nodded and smirked. “I love my Daddy’s cum.”
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They cuddled on his bed, snuggled in each other's legs, her ass cheeks cradling his big, soft cock. She slid her fat cheeks slowly up and down it, stroking him with the pert curves he loved so much.
“I’m gonna get you hard again,” she said. “I want another pounding from my Daddy’s cock.”
Hondo kissed the back of one of her ears. She flicked it against his nose. He laughed. “It’s gonna take a while. I’m not as young as I used to be.”
“Don’t worry. I can be patient. My pussy’s pretty sore, though. I might have to take you up the ass, instead.”
“Oh no.”
Sweetie smirked. “Oh yes.”
“I’m so glad you enjoy this,” he said, nuzzling the back of her neck.
“Why wouldn’t I?” purred Sweetie.
“Because I’m old and fat.”
Sweetie reached back to smack his cider gut with a forehoof. “Maybe I like old fat stallions. Ya’ ever think of that?”
“Most young mares aren’t interested in their dads.”
“Most young mares don’t have a strapping stud like you for a Daddy. Sure, it’s a little bit unnatural. A little bit illegal. I think it’s worth it.”
He squeezed her against his chest. She couldn’t see Hondo’s proud grin, but she could feel it radiating out from him like sunshine. “Oh, honey, I wish I were young and I could pound your sweet pussy again and again like I used to do to your mom.”
Sweetie ground her ass cheeks against his sticky sheath. “Was she as good in bed as I am?”
Hondo nipped her ear. “You’re way better, Sweetie.”
Sweetie Belle could have sworn she heard a soft squeaking, almost but not quite like the squeaking of a mouse. “Daddy, did you hear…”
He rolled her over to face him and kissed her hard on the mouth. His tongue penetrated her lips, still tasting of both of their sexual fluids. She sucked on it, rocking her head back and forth, pretending it was his cock.
She kissed him and kissed him, and caressed his big firm belly and powerful chest, and let him maul her plump young ass with his hooves for, like, an hour. But soon she wanted more, and not just another cunt licking. She wanted him to ream her again, and it was starting to look like she was going to have to take matters into her own mouth if she wanted that.
She kissed down her father’s body, nuzzling and licking and tugging on little tufts of fur with her teeth. He rolled onto his back, hind legs spread, revealing the floppy, sticky shaft hanging out of his sheath. She moaned, and rubbed her cheek against it, feeling how hot it was. Nostrils flared; she breathed in his cock scent and the smell of his cum and her pussy still on it. In this case, it was good that it wasn’t fully hard, because she couldn’t get his huge flare in her tiny mouth while he was hard.
“Oh, honey, that feels so good.”
“You haven’t felt anything yet,” said Sweetie Belle, voice muffled.
“But I have to pee.” He rubbed right beneath his belly.
Sweetie smirked and batted her eyelashes up at him. “So piss in my mouth.”
Daddy’s eyes widened. “You like that?”
She shrugged. “Don’t know. Never tried. Figure it might get you hard.”
“If you’re sure…”
“Completely fucking sure. It’s not like I’ve never tasted your piss while I’m licking your cock.”
He got up gingerly to his hooves, and she spread out under him, mouth open. She guided his limp hose to her mouth and took it in her lips. Just the soft flare took up her entire mouth.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Mngh hmm!”
“We’re not going to get any on the bed are we?”
“Mngh!”
A hot trickle of acrid fluid rolled across the top of her tongue. It didn’t taste good. It tasted terrible, honestly. But something in the scent of it tickled something primal in the back of her snout, and made her roaring, enormously horny. She wanted more piss, but he was nervous and holding back. She gave his shaft — now noticeably less limp — an encouraging caress and the stream increased to a flood. Sweetie groaned, shuddering with joyous humiliation as horse piss filled her belly. Her father’s never-ending stream filled her until she felt like she might pop, and it only slowed because Daddy had become ragingly hard. Unable to contain its vastness, she let it pop free from her mouth. It sprayed her across the snout with his last squirt.
“Oh Harmony. Oh, Harmony. Did I just really do that?” He trembled, making his long hard cock shake.
Sweetie leaned out to one side of Hondo’s barrel so she could look him in the eyes. She smirked. “Yes. You pissed in your daughter’s mouth and we both fucking loved it, you dirty old man.”
Hondo grinned and was about to say something when he was interrupted by another mysterious noise. Not a mouse squeak, this time, but an unmistakable feminine moan, coming from the closet.
Sweetie Belle’s eyes narrowed in rage. She knew that voice.
“Mom!” she roared. She jumped off the bed and threw open the slatted wooden closet door.
“Oh gosh,” said Cookie Crumbles, blushing furiously. “You got me. I’m so heckin’ sorry, hon. I know it’s wrong to spy on you, but I didn’t want to admit to my little girl that her Mommy’s a voyeur and a cuck.”
Sweetie blew out her nose and stomped back to the bed. “Well, you can come out of the closet now!”
Hondo flopped on his back on the bed. “Does this mean we aren’t…” he looked down at his massive pulsing dark gray cock, and up at the two mares.
“No. Don’t get soft,” said Sweetie Belle and Cookie with one voice. They looked at each other warily.
“Well,” they said, “I guess we need to talk this out.”
Another long stare.
Sweetie facehoofed. “Oh, Harmony, I am turning into my mom.”.
“Nothing wrong with that. You should be proud. I’m proud,” said Cookie.
Hondo cleared his throat. His two mares turned their heads to glare at him. He pointed at his erection, which was pointing at an angle two degrees lower than what it’d been at before.
“All right, fine. We’ll be over in two shakes,” said Cookie and Sweetie together.
They climbed up over from either side of the bed. Cookie gave her husband a long, slow kiss, while Sweetie ran her tongue between his heavy smooth balls and his ponut, scooping up all the rich sweat he’d built up while they’d been fucking and cuddling.
“So,” said her mom, breaking the kiss. “Y’know your father isn’t the only one who’s uncomfortably aware of what a stone-cold hottie you are.” She took his cock between her forehooves and popped the flare into her mouth with practiced ease.
“I’m both creeped out and turned on to find that out,” said Sweetie, juggling her dad’s balls in both hooves. “Incest is like that, I guess.” Those balls had grown heavy with cum since she’d emptied them earlier in the morning. She purred with satisfaction; they shouldn’t have any trouble getting a nice sloppy load out of him once they got him going.
Cookie ran her tongue around the edge of Hondo’s flare, leaving the scalloped edge glittering with a thick covering of spit. “What I’m trying to ask, honey, is if you ever felt attracted to your Mommy? I know I’m a little old for you…”
Sweetie did her best to look blasé; she didn’t want mom getting a big head. “Not like I am to Daddy, here, but… I mean you’ve got a decent ass.” Still bubbly and jiggly; round and floaty and wobbly like a couple of hot air balloons bouncing against each other. She met her mother’s eyes, and drew her gaze down her body to the curve of her hip, letting her know she thought it was more than just ‘decent’. Then she oopened wide and tried to fit one of Hondo’s balls into her face.
“Oh honey,” said Cookie. “You’re getting drool everywhere! Let Mommy show you how to do that.” She came around to her side of the bed and lay against her cutie mark to cutie mark. For all her complaining about the excessive slobber Sweetie was working up on her dad’s sack, she didn’t seem to mind licking it up. Then she pressed her lips to Sweetie’s. Not their first mother-daughter kiss, but the first one with tongue. Sweetie moaned as Cookie fed her spit back to her; she swished it around and drooled it back into her mother’s mouth.
“The trick,” Cookie said around her bubbly mouthful, “is to use your magic to relax the tendons on your jaw. Helps for eating big sandwiches, too.”
Sweetie blinked. “Isn’t that dangerous?”
“Not if you do it right. I can do it for you if you want.”
Sweetie nodded. Mom’s horn glowed. Sweetie’s face felt pleasantly relaxed, tension easing out of her jaw muscles. She experimentally slid her lips over the ball and gasped in surprise as she found she could easily slip them over his smooth skin until her nose was touching his cock and her cheeks bulged full of testicle. Mom slid in next to her, filling her face with his other ball.
She moaned with delight and pushed her side against her mother’s. Mom’s forehoof slid over Sweetie’s plump cheek, and Sweetie reciprocated, feeling her mom’s lush, soft butt flesh under her frog. She pulled the cheek aside, and used her magic to stroke her ponut, squeezing and caressing the plump ring. Her mom did the same to her, and she trembled. Both mares let out long groans around the ball in their mouths.
“Oh, my two girls are so beautiful,” said Hondo, stroking their cheeks. “So perfect.”
As one, they both popped his balls out of their mouths and began to kiss their way slowly up his oven-hot shaft. Mom’s magic pulled Sweetie’s pussy open to rub at her clit; Sweetie mirrored the action. His body stiffened with pleasure, working side by side with mom as Daddy stroked their bodies and filled the bedroom air with thick masculine moans. They reached his flare, and sucked around the outer edges, pausing from time to time to give each other sloppy kisses until strings of drool and pre-cum linked their faces, the cock, and even their necks and chest ruffs.
“Go easy on your old man,” whispered Hondo. “Don’t tease me. Give it a good suck, now.”
“You wanna go first?” said Cookie. She pushed the flare over towards her.
“Age before beauty,” said Sweetie sweetly.
“More talk like that and you’ll earn a spanking.”
“Oh no,” said Sweetie, hands on her cheeks in mock dismay. Then Cookie’s magic swatted her on the butt and she squeaked. “Seriously, you go first. I wanna see mom’s style.”
Cookie gripped the cock with both hooves and popped it into her mouth. She closed her eyes, and bobbed her head deep, taking a good third of the thing without gagging. She bobbed up and down, leaving the shaft wet and gleaming, before popping out, eyes misty and lips dripping with slobber. “Now you try.”
Jaw-loosening spell or no, Sweetie still had a gag reflex. Hondo’s flare hit the back of her mouth, and she pulled back gurgling and coughing.
“Oh, honey!” cooed Cookie. “Are you okay?”
“Sorry,” gasped Sweetie. “It’s… It’s still too big for me. That’s the farthest I’ve ever gotten it.”
“Well, practice makes perfect.”
Sweetie eyed the dripping end of Daddy’s meat. As much as she’d like having him in her mouth, gagging hadn’t been fun. She wasn’t sure she wanted to try again.
“You aren’t just going to give up, are you, Sweetie?” said Hondo, stroking the back of her head.
“Hondo, grab the lube. I didn’t raise a quitter.”
Sweetie took a deep breath. “You’re right. I can do this. Could you cast the loosening spell on my throat, too?”
“Oh, of course, honey!” said Cookie, pouring lube on the end of Hondo’s dick. “Now you’re going to want to open your jaw as wide as you can. Don’t relax it; that’s a common misconception; you want to be open wide for him. And don’t be ashamed if you can’t take it as deep as I can. I’ve had a lot of practice. When I was your age, I could suck him to the balls, but I’m not as elastic as I used to be.”
She slid her lips over her father’s cock. It bounced against the back of her throat, and she tensed up. Pull back, relax, deep breaths, and try again. It touched the opening of her throat, frighteningly large, but she knew she was with her parents, who were experienced at sex magic and wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her. She pushed, and felt her magically prepared throat slide open. The thickness of Daddy’s cock pushed her throat out; a strange but pleasant sensation.
“Oh, oh Sweetie,” he moaned, stroking her mane. “Oh, that feels so good. I’ve wanted to be in your throat for so long.”
Sweetie hugged his massive shaft to her chest, held its warmth against her floof, felt his balls against her tummy. She rolled her lips up and down the shaft, loving her father’s moans of pleasure and her mother’s murmured praise. Both of them stroked her, Daddy rubbing her ass and mom playing with her teats and pussy. She didn’t want to stop, but her jaw was starting to ache and her head grow light from lack of oxygen. She pulled back, coughing and sloughing spit, and rubbed at her eyes. “Oh! Oh gosh!”
Hondo arched his back and shook. “Oh! Oh, that felt so good! Harmony, I need to cum so bad!”
Cookie smacked Sweetie on the butt. “Well? Go on.”
“Me?” said Sweetie.
“I like being cuckolded, remember?”
Sweetie blushed. “Oh. Okay. Can you get more lube? I wanna take Daddy up the ass.”
Cookie purred. “Oh, you do that with him, don’t you? I almost forgot, after how much trouble you had deep throating him.”
“Yeah, honey. You never do that for me,” said Hondo with a smirk.
Cookie groaned happily.
“I love having Daddy’s dick up my ass,” said Sweetie, gripping his shaft with her thighs and sliding up it like it was a stripper pole. “And he just loves it so much.”
Lying on his back. Hondo dug his hoof into his daughter’s ass, pulling a cheek aside to show her purple pucker. “I love how firm her young little ass is.”
Cookie squirmed, eyes foggy with a blissful haze of erotic jealousy, and shoved her hooves between her thighs. “Oh, you always were such a Daddy’s girl,” she moaned. “I should have known it would come to this.”
Sweetie Belle straddled him cowgirl style and pressed her ass back against Daddy’s flare. His flare popped in effortlessly, rewarding her with the tight, full feeling of his ponut-distending pony penis penetrating her pert little pucker.
“Oh,” moaned Cookie. “Look how tight she is! It barely fits! And look at the way her little ponut stretches when she slides up and down!”
“Yeah,” said Hondo, possessively wrapping his foreleg around a middle that got noticeably thicker as he slid inside of her, re-arranging her internal organs. “Much tighter than your fucked-out old cunt.”
“Oh, Harmony have mercy!” gasped Cookie. She rolled onto her back, hind legs in the air, curled up like a letter C so that she could hoof her own pussy, while rubbing at her clit with the other.
“Oh, yes,” said Sweetie Belle. “Um… my ass is so tight, and… uh… feels so good to my Daddy. Better than my mother’s, which she doesn’t use on him anyway.”
“Okay, honey, now you’re overplaying it,” said Cookie. “Just act like you’re enjoying yourself, all right?”
“F-fuck, not a problem,” said Sweetie, Rocking her hips, trembling a bit as she approached Daddy’s medial ring. That little extra girth was always a surprisingly big problem, but once she was over it, it was smooth sailing right down to his sheath. His pulsing shaft rocked back and forth inside of her, so hot and strong and satisfying. Her thigh and ass muscles burned from going up and down in Daddy’s lap, but that burn let her know she was putting on a good show. She felt so proud, having both parent’s eyes locked on her body, eating her up. Cookie’s moans rose to a climax, and then again, and again, lecherous humiliation raising her into a string of multiples that sounded like it felt really good.
Daddy’s moans quickened, and his body tensed. He grabbed her by the hips, and dragged her down over his ring, jamming her lips to his balls. The impact rippled through her body, his cock knocking the air out of her lungs. She gyrated, rotating her lips, churning, sweat-plastered mane sticking to her neck and forehead. Daddy kissed her, shoved his tongue in her mouth, and slammed her down on him with so much force it almost knocked her hips out of joint. His flare spread inside of her and his cock pulsed in her ass, and he screamed into her mouth as a hot, copious load squirted inside of her, filling her guts with sticky, gooey incestuous semen.
“Fuck. Fuck. So good!” growled Hondo, slamming the mattress with his hoof. “My fucking heart stopped.”
“I’ve gotta cum, Daddy!” groaned Sweetie.
“Turn her around,” growled Cookie.
Sweetie squeaked in confusion as Hondo rotated her in his lap; she had to lift her legs so that he could deposit her facing away from him. Cookie nuzzled in between her daughter’s thighs and started licking furiously at her cunt. “Oh Mommy!” squealed Sweetie, a jolt of pleasure shot up her spine. “Mommy, yes!” She grabbed Cookie by her bouffant and held her close, gasping as quick, expert licks pushed her body to its highest level of pleasure. Her muscles spasmed, her ass clamped down on Hondo’s cock, making him scream. A fireball exploded in her lower belly, bringing mind-breaking pleasure followed by a blissful sensation of release.
She and Hondo slumped to the bed, still tied. Cookie wriggled up against them, facing them both, kissing her daughter and her husband in turn.
“I love you, I love you, I love you both so much,” said Sweetie, between kisses.
“We love you too, honey,” they both said.
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“So… mom, I saw you leaving the house. How did you get in the closet without my noticing?” said Sweetie.
They’d broken briefly for a family shower and lunch, and then cuddled and played with each other all afternoon. Sweetie’d used her tongue and some small toys to introduce her mother to the pleasures of her ponut, then the two of them had sixty-nined while Daddy watched. Finally, they’d worked together to wring a final orgasm out of Hondo with their mouths and pussies, and swapped the load between the three of them.
Sweetie had swallowed it. It felt warm in her belly.
Now they were lying, sweaty, tired, and blissful; tangled in the stained sheets, chatting. Sweetie hadn’t felt so close to her parents in years.
“Oh,” answered her mother, “I went around the back and snuck into the closet through the secret passage.”
Sweetie blinked. “Secret… passage?”
Cookie kissed Sweetie’s forehead. “You can hardly imagine you’re the only pony your father has cucked me with.”
“What?” Sweetie covered her face. “No. I did not want to know that.” She peeked over the top of her hooves. “I am the best one, tho, right? You’d never pick anypony else over me, right?”
Hondo opened his mouth.
“Remember I don’t like being cucked,” added Sweetie in a warning tone.
“The best. Absolutely,” said Hondo.
“Perfect, really,” said Cookie. “I’ve never heard him scream so loud.”
Sweetie relaxed against her parents' warm bodies. “Ah. Okay. So… do you and Rarity…?”
“Oh, no,” said Cookie.
“She never gave any indication she was interested,” said Hondo.
Sweetie laughed. “Well, that’s a relief. Having her involved would just be too weird.”
“Because this right here, this isn’t weird at all,” said Hondo.
“Totally a normal part of family life, yes,” agreed Cookie.
Suddenly: The click of the front door opening. Rarity’s voice: “Hello? Hello, is anyone home?”
The three of them froze like rabbits when a fox’s scent drifts across a sunny meadow.
“Good. Then I can get to work.” The sounds of fussing and clattering came from the kitchen.
Cookie put her hooves to her face. “Oh no! I forgot I invited Rarity over for dinner!” she wailed.
“She must’ve come early so she wouldn’t have to eat our cooking!” gasped Sweetie.
“This is a disaster!” yelled Hondo. “She makes such tiny portions!”
Cookie thumped him in the chest. “No! She’ll catch us!”
“If we don’t want her to hear us, maybe we’d better stop shouting!” shouted Sweetie.
But it was too late. The tip-tap of Rarity’s delicate gait came up the stairs. “Oh good,” she said from the hallway. “If you’re home, I have some vegetables that need chopping. Sweetie, what are you doing in mother and father’s….” She threw open the door. “…bedroom.”
She stared at them, eyes wide with horror. The three of them stared back. The tangled sheets, their sweat-drenched manes, the array of distinctive smells, all left no question of what the three of them had been up to. But Rarity asked anyway. “What, exactly, is all of this?” She waved her hoof in a delicate circle as if she were stirring tea.
“It’s not what it looks like,” said Cookie.
“We were playing…” said Hondo.
“Um, Twister!” said Sweetie Belle.
Rarity’s eyes narrowed. “Never mind then. We will be ordering takeout because the three of you have a great deal of explaining to do.”
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“I cannot believe you! Whatever were you thinking! This sort of debauchery might be common on… I don’t know, an apple farm, just to pick a totally random and completely hypothetical example. I would have liked to think my own family was of a better class of ponies!” Rarity staked back and forth in front of the couch like a very elegant and well-coiffed panther, a coffee table full of take-out boxes all that shielded the rest of her family from her righteous wrath.
Sweetie Belle huddled in terror between her mother and father, raised a tentative hoof. “Um, Rarity? Don’t you think you’re being a little classist, there?”
Rarity whipped around towards her. “Don’t you try to seize the moral high ground from me, young miss! How do you think this sort of behavior is going to affect your life? Your career? Do you think this sort of a thing is a game? What if you were to become pregnant!”
Sweetie crossed her forelegs over her chest and huffed. “Well, I’m not in heat. And I’m on birth control spells!”
“Which are not one hundred percent effective. Why I…” Rarity paused and glanced at the table. “Oh, mother, do you mind if I have the last scallion pancake? I know you were the one that ordered them, but they are so delightful.”
“Why you go right ahead, honey.”
Rarity daintily dipped her pancake in the sauce and nibbled on the tip. “A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips! But I think it’s worth it.”
Hondo opened his mouth to say something. Cookie punched him in the shoulder.
“So anyway,” said Rarity, wiping the corner of her mouth with a neatly folded paper napkin. “Where was I?”
“Shaming us for our life choices,” said Sweetie, hunching resentfully. “Rarity, I’m twenty-three! If I want to fuck my parents… well, I think I have as much of a right to as anypony.”
Rarity tilted her head to one side. “Well, I certainly can’t argue with that. And you. Mother. Father. You should be ashamed of yourselves. She’s your child. You have far too much power over her for consent to even remotely be a possibility. You oughtn’t take advantage of her unnatural desires, no matter how much she wants, nay, begs for their satisfaction.”
Sweetie Belle squeezed her hind legs together and let out a sultry little moan. “I love begging for satisfaction.”
“Stop that,” snapped Rarity.
“Now Rarity, honey,” said Cookie, “she’s a grown mare. She doesn’t even care what Mommy and Daddy want her to do. Right, Sweetie?”
Sweetie Belle shrugged, her eyes lost in erotic reverie. “That depends on what they ask me for,” she said dreamily.
Rarity sneered. “Really. And do you agree with that sentiment, father? Can you honestly tell me you engage in congress with my sister with a clean conscience? Are you certain that your long history of authority over her doesn’t give you…” Rarity’s voice faltered as she noticed that Hondo was looking dreamily into Sweetie Belle’s eyes. “Oh my Harmony, you’re becoming… tumescent.” She turned away and lashed her tail. “Honestly! Do you selfish beasts have any idea what kind of trouble it might mean for my career if it were implicated that I’d been involved in this indecent incest imbroglio? I’d be insulted! Isolated! Imprisoned, possibly. Exiled, most likely. And I still haven’t researched what to pack for exile!”
“Aw, Rarity, you know that if we were caught know we’d tell everycreature you didn’t know anything about it,” said Cookie. “Anyway, we’re keeping it a secret. The neighbors don’t need to know what we get up to.”
Rarity turned back to them, eyes blazing. “Yes. Because you did such a good job keeping this secret from me. So tell me. Are you willing to end this despicable degeneracy?”
Silence. Hondo gripped Sweetie by the hips and pulled her into his lap.
Rarity sighed. “I suppose it was too much to ask.”
Cookie straightened her bouffant and leaned forward. “Now you listen here, young lady. I don’t see where any of this is any of your business. This is about our bodies, and our lives, and our feelings. We love each other. We’re supposed to love each other. We’re family! And if we want to express that love physically, well, we’re not going to let you stop us.”
“Yeah,” said Hondo.
“Exactly,” said Sweetie.
Rarity lowered her head, a hoof pressed to the base of her horn. “All right. All right. I can see you’re not going to listen to reason. It looks like I’m going to have no choice…” She paused, and the rest of her nuclear family tensed, leaning forward, ears perked, eyes trembling, hoping her next words would not be ‘go to the authorities’. “…but to help you keep this secret.”
“What?” said Sweetie. “Oh, cool.”
“Whew,” said Cookie, fanning her face.
Hondo leaned back against the sofa. “Well, that’s a relief.”
Rarity pulled out a napkin and pen. “Let’s see. For now, it would be acceptable if Sweetie Belle continues living here. Her going back and forth between our house and her apartment might begin to appear suspicious. But eventually, she will need a beard.”
Sweetie Belle touched her jaw, looking confused. “Sis, I don’t know if I can…”
Rarity rolled her eyes. “It is obsolete slang, dear. During the decade or so Equestria had a slight taboo against homosexuality, it was common for ponies to have friends of the opposite sex pose as their lovers to allay suspicion. I see no reason not to appropriate the term for our purposes. Tell me, are your Crusader friends still single?”
Sweetie Belle gasped. “Oh my Harmony, they’re getting married in three months! Didn’t you get the invitation?”
Rarity bit her lower lip. “Inconvenient. Well, see if they’re open to a third. If not, I’m sure I can find somecreature else appropriate.”
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“Thank you for understanding,” said Sweetie, standing outside the door, lit only by the porch light.
“Oh, I assure you I don’t,” said Rarity, dressed in her little feather-collared jacket, ready to go home. “Not at all. I love my parents, but I most certainly not in love with them. Indeed, I can imagine no horror greater than being romantically tied to them. But there’s nothing I can do, is there? If anyone is being hurt in this situation, it’s you, and if you won’t change your mind…” she shrugged. “Family is family. And I do love all of you. All I can do is help out where I can.”
Sweetie Belle wrapped her forelegs around Rarity. “Hey, there are advantages. This way we won’t have to worry about which one of us is going to take care of them when they’re old.”
“Oh honestly, as if you could stop me from helping.” She kissed Sweetie Belle lightly on the cheek. “Good night, sister.”
“Good night.”
Author's Note
These characters are professional perverts operating under close authorial supervision. Don’t try any of this at home.
