Mother May-Twi

by Vis-a-Viscera

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Twilight Velvet, Slice of Life, Twilight Sparkle, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish
Length: 6216

The female Twilights are a bit closer than they thought on Mother's Day, and it'll take the deepest of discoveries to fix it.

So, take a few bits of sugar, spice, and everything nice, add in a dollop of Poison Joke and a perverted mother, and what do you have? A Twilight sandwich, apparently - and on the most matronly days of the year, at that. Join as mother and daughter as they're joined at the crotch, as they plumb the depths of their relationship together - and make some new memories too.

This is for the 2021 Wincest Mother's Day contest. Pic credit goes to derpibooru.

Thanks to ArDee for co-reading/reviewing!

KINK WARNING: F x F ♦ Incest ♦ Vaginal ♦ Teasing ♦ Futa ♦ Public Sex ♦ Exhibitionism

Published 2021-05-09 04:10:00 UTC
Last updated 2021-05-09 04:10:00 UTC

Futie-Pox

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Futie-Pox

“Alright, Bloom, jus’ make sure that the plow’s got the dents beat out! Last stone your brother got it caught on nearly sprained his n-oh, Twilight!”

And another beautiful, golden-rayed Ponyville morning was broken by the arrival of its most treasured princess. Or at least her head, peeking through the cherry-red door of Sweet Apple Acres.

Applejack beamed at her.

“Y-yeah, Applejack. It’s me.” Twilight sheepishly admitted. Her eyes darted all over the barn as if following a particularly dodge-happy bat. Of course, only darkness and dusty rafters met her amethyst eyes. “I… well, I’m happy to see you!! How’s your day going?”

No mention of the two weeks she’d spent cooped up in that Library? No mention, even of her any parent popping up to meet her here early today? Applejack was both relieved and downtrodden all at once. But she wouldn’t pry; after all, putting her friend on edge was already a persistent fear of hers these past 24 hours.

“So, Twi…” Applejack asked leaving her sister Bloom to buck out more dents in the plow. “What brings you here? Coulda sworn you’d be busy all day toda-”

“-Yeah, well..” Twilight stammered. “I have been a bit… engrossed in my work.”

“Engrossed?” Apple Bloom had chirped up at last, her messy mane bobbing as she spoke. “Scoots and I brought a band around on the tenth da-” Then she saw the glare her big sister shot her. “I-I mean, great to see ya too, Twilight.”

Twilight giggled awkwardly.

“Sorry, Bloom. For that, and… the popped instruments.”

Then Twilight whirled back to Applejack.

”But it was really great this time - like I’ve always been perplexed about the theories of innate bonding! Like, there always certain particles attached to each other, almost magnetized, but sometime it happens in things without metallic or electrical-”

“Just calm down, Twi…” chucked Applejack, scraping her hoof on the ground behind her. It was nice to hear something so familiar. ”An’ Ah’m sorry for whoever showed up at your doorstep, sugarplum. If Ah knew that Rarity was gettin’ them involved - Ah mean, it’s Mother’s Day, but...”

A bubbling noise rose from behind Twilight’s spot behind the door. Was that… a stifled giggle?

Whatever it was to Applejack’s ears, Twilight’s voice rang louder. “Doorstep?”

“Y-yeah. Ah heard that Rarity was gonna make sure you’d be out of the house to celebrate today. Ah assume… you did?”

Twilight’s brow crinkled in dawning realization. “Nope!” she stammered out, the shaking of her head looking more panicked than anything. “I mean, surely I’ve shown that I can handle myself, right?”

Applejack, despite her own inner turmoil, knew how bad Twilight was at lying. “Ya sure?”

“Absolutely!” And now Twilight was sweating like a bull. Great. “So I’m just going to make the rounds, and I’ll se-”

“Twiiilight! IS that your wonderful Applejack I hear? Tell her we need to see her alone, dear!”

Twilight’s ears, mane and eyes - in that order - dropped in mortified horror. Applejack's grin, on the other hoof, threatened to stab into the roof of Sweet Apple’s barn. It was just like Twilight to even have a breakdown in super-precise stages, now wasn’t it?

“Now Twilight, do as your ma says,” she sassed. “All this time she traveled, and y’won’t let me see her?”

Twilight gulped loud enough to make Applejack’s eyebrows raise, but the alicorn remained in her perch behind the wooden door. “Actually, Mom… has a point. Can we speak in private?”

“Don’t even get’n explanation?” Applejack groused.

“Oh, don’t worry about it!” Apple Bloom started bouncing toward the door in fitful bounds. “I can get her over there in a jif, sis!”

“No!” Apple Bloom nearly face-faulted into the ground at Twilight’s sudden shout. “I mean… no - your sis and I can handle this. You… head on to make sure your brother’s... up and at'em?” The watery grin Twilight gave to sell the lie made Applejack’s smile quiver in disbelief.

Apple Bloom froze, and for a second, Twilight’s flop-sweat flowed anew at the perplexed look on the filly's face. Then she broke into a hoof-clasping gasp. “Ohmigosh, you’re right! I forgot about that neck issue! Im’a comin’, Mac!”

Thankfully, Apple Bloom’s mad dash to the house door kept her from noticing the sigh - and sudden oooh - that Twilight let out.

Applejack was far more observant, though. “All that gallivatin’… is about a gift?” Finally, that balance between laughter and worry tipped in the former’s favor, the farmpony almost doubled over as she cackled. “A gift?”

“Oh, you silly billy!” Between Twilight’s coat color and blush at the figure speaking behind her, she almost looked ready to fade into her own shadow.“My sweet daughter’s already treated me to so much! Really, I don’t know why she-”

“Because twelve hours is too many for me to b-” Twilight finally slammed her hoof shut on her jaw, and her horn lit up furiously before her heaving chest settled down. “No. Nevermind. Applejack, just… come closer. I can’t risk anypony seeing us like this.”

“Aw shucks, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about!” Applejack said. “Celestia knows Ah’m busy trying to make Gran a gift she doesn't need a straw t’enjoy! Your dilemma can’t be worse.”

Twilight shook her head fervently. “Sure about that?“

“Twilight Sparkle, cross mah heart; you’ve done nothing I can’t un-do, now get in before you sweat your…” And then Twilight shuffled into the dusky barn’s embrace. “... mark off...”

And then, Applejack got a glimpse of just how close mother and daughters could get on such an iconic day. Twilight’s stoop - once thought to be from her hanging her head in shame - was now shown to be from her limbs quaking. The reason for such fatigue from the princess was the bright-faced, mirthful frame of Twilight Velvet - perched upon her daughter’s back. Her back legs were dangling daintily over Twilight’s rump - shuddering back and forth for some unseen reason - and her front legs were crossed over Twilight’s withers, like a pale scarf.

It was jarring - almost comical, in fact - how Velvet was waving coquettishly at the jaw-dropped Applejack. But her voice, commanding as ever, snapped the farmpony out of her stupor.

“Charmed as I am to know my body still keeps ponies drooling, I do think my daughter has a different ask of you! Even though…” and Velvet’s voice turned sultry. “...she’s already done sooo much for me on Mother’s Day - more than any mother could dream!”

“Ah… don’t doubt it.” Applejack stepped for the to assist but another pulse from Twilight’s horn allowed her to stand more stanchly - and kept Applejack stock-still. “Ah didn’t think you’d be this… involved with helping your ma see the sights.”

“Yeah, that’s me - the always trusty Twilight!” Once again, the weakness in her busy grin gave Twilight’s true feelings away. But she did let out a cheery gasp as Velvet ruffled her violet mane, so progress! “Just got-ah-gotta get through a couple more stops and mom might get off my case!”

“Twilight! I’m surprised at you!” A quake of Velvet’s slim hips made Twilight stuff a forehoof into her mouth and cross her hindlegs - a sight that both baffled and bemused Applejack. “Clearly you’ve done all you’ve done so we can have this time together! Do forgive my daughter AJ; for all the talk she has of that wonderful Fluttershy, it seems she’s the epitome of timidity today!”

Twilight let out a series of choked growls that sounded suspiciously like ‘wonder why, Mom?’

“Pardon, Twi?” asked Applejack.

“I said we’d like some pie, it’s the bomb!” Twilight squeaked. “Apple and vented, the way you used to before!”

“Shucks! Sorry, Twi. That was Granny’s specialty.” Applejack blew a stray blonde lock away from her forehead. “But she always has some stashed for pie emergencies.”

Two twinned nods led Applejack on to the house door herself. “Make those wonderful treats to go, if you could - we’ve a lot of pu-pavement to pound, Twi and I!” giggled Velvet.

“Rrriiight,” Applejack said. ”Speakin’ of pie emergencies, Ah’ve gotta make sure Pinkie hasn’t snuck in here. She’s good for Granny’s creative spark, gotta admit - but for her poor heart...”

Munching on that wonderful delicacy seemed to bring the strength flooding back into Twilight’s sweat-dotted limbs - both mother and daughter alike. But the fact that Applejack had to watch as Twilight magicked the crisp to her face still brought her nothing but concern. Originally, she’d thought this was a spur-of-the-moment act by Twilight, with her mom piggybacking to get her gobsmacked. And true, it did make Applejack’s head spin right round.

But staying stacked even to eat now? “Twi, y‘sure you don’t wanna tell me anything?”

Twilight swallowed - less audibly this time, thank Celestia - and nodded. Already, the princess’s heart was aflutter for the second time that day. “Oh, yeah. I do have something I need to ask.”

Applejack’s spirits and smile rise in tandem.

“A tub of butter, some spanner bars, all that cold compresses you have, and a jar of bleach.“

It took almost a minute for Applejack’s laughing to get to a point where she could get other words out. “Wait- what-a ja of bleach? What for, sugarplum?”

“So I can clean my very innocent brain from what’s made us like this for half a day….” Twilight moaned, flopping onto her forehooves as her cheeks lit up.

Right above her Velvet stood right up on her own forelimbs, clicking her tongue at her daughter. “Again with this pretense that I’m so unwelcome? I swear, you were never like this when you had that Snuffleupagus doll.”

“It’s Miss Smartypants!” came the muffled cry from the crossed arms before Velvet. “And I can’t believe that some-some terrible accident has us stuck like this!

Noticing that both mares seemed to be closets near their generous hips, Applejack tried to play peacemaker. “Ah’m sure the both o’ya aren’t in that bad a pickle!“ Clapping her rawpenny hooves, Applejack finally surged to all fours, wiping crumbs of her own pie from her maw. “Now jus’ show ol’ Aunt Applejack just where the problem’s at, sugarplum.”

Twilight, if possible, turned even redder as her wet eyes shot up to the farmpony. “I-I can’t! I mean-”

But a stern look from her mother - and a swivel of her hips - made Twilight relent at long last. Swiveling her head to the door, a bolt of blue light soon caused a heavy click to resound.

“Sorry, AJ. First things first; have to make sure that’s locked for this.”

Applejack’s eyebrows cocked up. “Ain’t a lock on there, Twi.”

Twilight grin was becoming painful to maintain.

“Second things second - congrats on the new lock!”

Before Applejack could protest the alteration, Twilight finally pulled herself up on increasingly shaky hooves, only made easier when Velvet’s glowing horn lifted her an inch off of her daughter’s shoulders.

Then, after several fidgets, Twilight turned on the spot until she and Velvet faced away from AJ.

“Goodness, Twi, I didn’t think a ‘WHAT IN TARNATION’ could shatter glass before! You simply must encourage AJ to get into vocal gigs more!”

Velvet was still all smiles - a direct contrast to Twilight, who she was softly scritching the ears of. If Twilight was mortified before, the slouch in her pose told of a weight on her shoulders far heavier than a single silver-coated MILF.

“Never again never again never agaaaain,” Twilight softly groaned, her mane nearly carving ruts in the dusty pathway they were trotting. “‘Just head on down to that sweet AJ fellow, Twi! She’s strong, she’s thoughtful, and she’s got legs for days!’ What was I thinking, listening to you?”

“Thinking?” Velvet responded, still scratching at twitching purple ears. “Why, when this started, I do recall you begging me to pound those distracting thoughts out with this dick, my darli-”

And back to her mantra of ‘never agains’ went Twilight Sparkle.

“My apologies; withdrawn.” Velvet sighed airily along with Twilight. “But I don’t think my statements were untrue, were they Twi?”

Only silence answered the matron. Well, that and the buzz of Twilight's wings, beating futilely against her barrel in exasperation.

“Were they, Twi?” And a shunt of Velvet’s sloping hips brought the connection between these two mares - a colossal silver cock sprouting from between Velvet’s hips like a beanstalk - surging into Twilight’s supple snatch. Immediately, Twilight's mouth shot into a quivering ‘O’, her hips rolling slightly and shoving Velvet more snugly onto her barrel.

Then those same plump lips of Twilight's - the upper ones, anyway - forced themselves into a weak scowl. “N-no, Mom,” she finally exhaled, her voice now breathy and hot. “But I still can’t believe that I just… up and showed AJ my butt like that! And one my own - my own mother was still deep in! What if she never wants to speak to me again?”

Velvet flipped up a piece of parchment. “Well then I don’t think she would have given us directions to someone that could help us while those housemates were beating on the doors.”

“I… suppose,” Twilight came to a dead halt. Her hips twisted again, and her flicking tail finally forced a rather large splinter out from behind her. “Really, though, Mom; I panicked. And between all those ports I did at sun-up to get you out of me…”

“Think nothing of it.“ tittered Velvet. “I”I only request you tell me if the load gets too much.”

Twilight snorted. “Mental or sexual?”

“Yes, my dear.”

Twilight’s hoof clasped over the jaw, barely suppressing the giggle. Her horn lit up again as soon as her cheeks did, and “C’mon, Mom! We spent the first half of Mother’s Day squeezing our way out through a barn window!”

“Oh, that wasn’t for me?” cooed her mother. “I liked that part! It was so quick-thinking of you! So athletic!” Then her head craned to one of the perked ears she’d been massaging. “So tight a fit…”

Twilight almost steered off into a rose bush at that statement. Roseluck’s meeping from shock and calls about shaving down there soon were lost in the mad gallop the princess took from here. Soon, both Twilights were on the edge of town, only a slight outcropping of hedges separating them from the Schoolhouse.

“Seriously, Mom?” Twilight sheepishly whinnied. “You can’t just be this lewd so close to earshot of others! It’s already bad enough that accident happened, and now we’re-”

“Yes yes yes, overturned cauldrons and twenty-four-hour waiting periods and all that,” Velvet scoffed. “You’ve said all this already, don’t worry. Besides, there’s a bigger issue at hoof.”

Twilight grumbled, sweeping away another curtain of sweat from her temple. “Like why Rose was the only pony we met on this path? Because I’m sure the other half of town’s still whacking at AJ’s barn thanks to us.”

“No, silly!” Velvet drew her hips back, several inches of throbbing veiny maremeat sliding from its pink vices, drawing a breathy shudder from Twilight. “My daughter needs her mind clear.”

Twilight stiffened, opened her maw to speak - and then Velvet pumped her hips back into her daughter’s. Twilight’s eyes and frontend almost buckled, a shuddering gasp seeping from her maw instead of the ‘Mom, we’re in public’ she meant to utter. She’d known her mother was shameless - the Cheshire-like grin Velvet grew after the aforementioned invocation of tarnations from AJ was proof positive - but doing this?

With barely a warning?

Mere yards from a schoolhouse?

Which admittedly was closed because of Mother’s Day, but still!

Velvet was going to have an earful after this.

Well, if she wasn’t getting it from the wailing Twilight now.

After two failed starts to get to her get - both interrupted by a fitful thrust of Velvet’s hoof-thick fuckstick into her juicy cunt - Twilight changed tacks. To keep her lust-infected mind intact, the alicorn ported them right behind the schoolhouse sign. The buzzing aftermath of her teleport keeping her head left and disorienting her mother enough to give her some breathing room.

It also produced two dilemmas. Once again - as had been the case several dozen attempts before in Golden Oak, Twilight’s temporal move had done nothing to dislodge the dick in her pussy. It was still riddled with magic-filled veins, still marinating in her sweet maresap, and still attached to her moaning mother!

Well, that and the whole ‘screwing in public’ thing.

“Mom-unf-we seriously have to find a way to-”

“It is almost noon, Twilight. I know how-you-get! At times like this.” Each huff from Velvet was punctuated with a pump from her hips, the slick sloshing coming from velvet cuntwalls making both Twilights’ ears twitch. “It’s what I and your award cabinet love. Now though?” “Now it's’ time I award you for your tireless effort.”

With her head - and flagging tongue - smushed against the school sign, Twilight whirled back to face Velvet. “It’s what -ohyes- anypony would do!” she gasped, her tail instinctually trailing against her mother’s bucking barrel. “I-”

Velvet’ swirled her hips, and Twilight’s protest died around a flurry of shuddering gasps. “Oooh, yes, please tell me more…” Her hooves gently stored how a patch of ruffled fur with parental precision, and Twilight's teeth chattered in carnal bliss. “Her how ho-oh!-many times me daughter’s hit her peak makes me wanna do it toooo…”

Twilight swore she’d cleave through her lip if she bit it any harder. Her mind was already a thunderstorm, bolts of bliss baking her nerves and setting her prodigious mind ablaze. Her limbs felt like far more malleable stuff, quivering like gelatin under the mighty poundings of her perverted parent. And Twi’s lungs were becoming sore with how she keened, the cool of the wood and heat of Velvet’s hooves providing the most delicious clash of temperatures.

But this was all impossible! Twilight Sparkle couldn’t get off on being fucked silly! Not like this! Not by her mom!

Not when those leather-bound wonders had held her heart for so long!

Thanks to her time in Ponyville, she knew they weren’t the only thing, sure! But books were supposed to be her first love; her refuge when the world got too scary and solitary! Without them, what was Twilight Sparkle?

Heck, they were how Twilight knew that name of that pack of nerves Velvet’s throbbing cock was pushing against! And the decibel of the scream Twilight barely stifled with a purple hoof! And the second stars stopped dancing in her vision, she might remember them.

Or her name, really.

“Twilight…” sighed, her mother, another sensual sloshing of juices, darkening the grass under their trembling bodies. “You’re so wet! Keep this up, and we might not need Cheerilee’s help to dislodge!”

Twilight could only groan. Well, nevermind. Her name would be easy to recall, at least.

Almost of their own instinct, her hips quaked after another brush of flattened cock-head against sensitive G-spots. Rocking back against her mother’s rough thrusts, Twilight could concede that it felt good. Even more so than their first romp that daily in Golden Oaks. It had to be the sunlight making Twilight's heart race faster, her legs spread further, her moans get louder.

“Please…” game the guttered growl in Twilight's ear. Suddenly, Velvet’s front hooves prodded tantalizing circles around her daughter’s weeping sex. More sticky maresap made those hooves shine in seconds. “Tell me what keeps you cumming every time I come back..”

Twilight’s mind - what little of it wasn’t chanting more more more like a snare drum’s beat - scoffed at the question. It was already enough that Twilight knew as much as she did about her mother’s sexual proclivities, wasn’t it? Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns had been the center of countless water hazards in her youth thanks to Velvet.

Speaking of, Ponyville was set for its second flood.

“C'mon, just tell me…” One slide of stone-stiff futacock into Twilight later, and both mares were suddenly shivering with their incoming climax. ”Tell -umph- your darling mother just what makes you cum!”

Twilight couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but bray into her mother’s sinful grin as she came. Both of their manes were so sweat-drenched they threatened to stick to the cherry wood, but it was nothing compared to the geyser of cum spurting from between Twilight's legs. The creaking noises around Twilight’s ears hit fever pitch, and thinking it was her mother’s screams, Twilight let loose too.

“Mom, oh yeeeees!” she whorishy wailed, impaling herself further on the funstick plumbing her twitching depths.

For Twilight, though, it took a while before she realized the white dots stinging her field of vision were sunspots. And the fluffy surface she was cuddling in after wasn’t a pillow. Unless pillows were purple and white and two eyes underneath went doe-sized in anticipation of something.

If only Twilight could remember!

And then she realized just why the light caught her eye so unevenly. There was now a jagged pony-shaped gap in the Schoolhouse’s sign, and stinging irritation blazed through her lungs at the sawdust.

Holy high hooves, she thought, as she put two and two together. Right THROUGH the sign?

Apparently Sparkle wasn’t the only Twilight surprising themselves daily, as she nuzzled into the hooves stroking the wood chips from her face.

It wasn’t like Velvet to look so glum after so lewd a feat, though. The radiating air of authority that had surrounded her seemed to be fading, as did her grin. Had Twilight said too much?

Velvet’s next words, however, implied just the opposite. “And… that is all you are grateful for?”

“Well… I mean, it was nice that you came to meet me, mom! Don’t get me wrong! We just...!” And then Twilight was off, shouldering Velvet on her back once again. And wincing hard at the pressure that weight put on her horn. Goodness, hours ago, Velvet was almost a weather’s tough thanks to her magic.

Yet the strain on her horn had magnified a hundred-fold! Just what had that position Twilight was brewing done to them? Her mind scrambled for answers, poring over each ingredient with care - all one hundred and thirty six of them.

Then Twilight’s ears perked up. One hundred thirty six? I barely even remembered-

And another spark rushed through Twilight’s head. One forged from far more than just torrid fantasy.

Slowly, Twilight turned to her mother, and a warm smile spread over her lips. Goodness, she was certain she knew what was missing now. “Thanks, Mom. I guess… I guess I was being a bit scatterbrained there.” Then her gaze swooped to the right. “Just… wish we didn’t spread so much collateral damage on the way back.”

Velvet’s eyes twinkled a bit. “No to worry!” And her own horn flared up, the sign slowly sliding itself back together, piece by cum-stained piece. When finished, the sign was as intact as could be… and those streams of white oozing from it could easily be mistaken as glue.

At the very least, Twilight thought as she approached the Schoolhouse, We’re through the most embarrassing part of the day.

Well, that lasted barely an hour.

Cheerilee finally got herself up to all fours, pearls of laughter racking her body. It cut short when she saw Twilight was red enough to be mistaken for a bruised plum.

“Oh goodness…” she whispered. “You’re serious.”

“As a heart attack - so my daughter says.” Velvet said. “And seeing as how she’s working so hard to keep me alfort, I’d suggest a solution come swiftly.

Cheerilee started disbelievingly at Velvet’s glowing horn, then the marathon-running fatigue straining her daughter’s face. “I see.” It only took three seconds of sifting through her notes to find her newest answer. “And you mentioned the use of Poison Joke, yes?”

“Y-yeah. I figured that if it helped alter a pony’s body according to its mind… it could do the opposite.”

Cheerilee stroked her chin sagely. “And I suppose Zecora wasn’t the easier source for this because…?”

“Oh, that was my daughter’s first option to make it in the first place!” Velvet’s grin turned catlike. “But the second Zecora saw what became of us, well the poor dear…”

“Let’s just say it's also the reason Nurse Redheart isn’t helping either.” Twilight’s snout crinkled as another twinge of power made her knees buckle. “And why I took care before showing myself to Applejack.” She annoyedly shot a glance to Velvet.

A pair of clapping mulberry hooves shook Twilight’s focus, however. “Think I may have found the issue - hopefully.” Cheerilee offered. You still wish for that nasty magical backup to end, yeah, Twilight?”

“Magical whatnow?” both Twilights asked.

“Magic backup. Apparently, there’s a historical reason why the Joke and magic don’t mix well.“ Showing a diagram from one of its books to the wide-eyed Twilight Sparkle, Cheerilee went on. “Apparently the Cutie Pox started from the first attempt, and you’ve come up with another.”

Twilight was the first to take this up. “I missed this?”

“It’s a really ancient ditty on herbs and plants - don’t beat yourself up over it, Miss Sparkle. Indeed, I only needed this book to help keep my garden in order. One of my wonderful students gave me this new plant from their traveling parents in the Everhoof Mountains...”

Seeing Velvet’s head slump into her daughter’s mane as she drifted off made Cheerilee switch gears.

“Don’t worry- the potion you used diluted it to far less powerful levels - and it mostly being gas when it exploded helped break it down further.” Cheerilee took back the book “Weird, though.”

“What is it?”

Cheerilee, once more, jumped at little at seeing both Twilights speak in unison. “I-I mean, the joke's effect should have worn off if both of you have remained true about the other, right?”

“Wh-what?” Twilight stammered, sweat dripping on her chin.. “I don’t think that’s me! It can’t be!”

“Then that might mean…” Cheerilee turned to Velvet. “Velvet, surely you haven’t felt any stresses like your daughter talked about?”

“Not since the day I first held my wonderful daughter.” Velvet’s frown disappeared as she looked at her straining kid. ”But you’ve provided quite a bit to us to discuss, Miss Cheerilee.”

“W-wait, there's one last thing-!”

But Velvet’s blinding-white horn went alight and both mares were gone.

”... oh, nevermind. I’d wager Mac’s is bigger, anyways.” sighed the schoolteacher, turning back to the notes she was collecting. A snap of the briefcase later, and she was out the front door as well.

“Seriously, Mom?! You couldn’t have even given warning?”

Those words would have more power if Twilight could see her mother’s face as she stormed back to Golden Oaks Library. Twilight supposed she had only herself to blame at this point.

Even if the matronly unicorn wasn’t sternly avoiding her glance, the weight upon her body - and the spluttering light of her horn - had now reached intolerable levels.

“That doesn’t matter now, my daughter.” Twilight said. Her tone was clipped again, the lift in it calculating instead of chirruping - almost the same as when Twilight had gotten into an argument with her brother as a foal. “Now why did you lie to that fine teacher?”

“W-wait! Lie?” A flash flare later, and Twilight was nearly driven to her haunches by the pressure on her horn. “I wouldn’t t-think of it, mom!”

“You did more than think, young lady.” Velvet’s hooves wound around her barrel. “And I’ve held up far more than my weight since we met Miss Cheerilee.”

“That can’t be…” Then head lowered to meet her daughter’s level and Twilight could only gasp at the glow her horn gave off. Any more and it could power all Manehattan! “But how...?”

“Because you aren’t being truthful to me.” Velvet tutted. They were only steps away from Golden Oak’s front door now. “Which means you’re in for some punishment now.”

“Can’t it wait, Mom? I think I’m going to have to do more rese-aah!” The beginnings of one of the younger Twilight’s tirades were fiercely cut off by Velvet as her hips surged forward with a wet, messy slap of fur-on-fur, crashing against her ass with seismic force.

The magic surrounding her front door fizzled as she stumbled forward into it mid-stride, having no choice but to brace herself against the sturdy wood of the entrance...as her mother brazenly and shamelessly stuffed her right there in the open.

With a breathy, dominant huff right into her ear, Velvet pants heavily as she grinds her hoof-thick medial ring against her daughter’s warm, accommodating, and fiercely tight tunnel. “Maybe you can act the fool with those other wonderful pony-friends of yours, dear, but not with me. I think both of us have known what the problem is here from the beginning…” Velvet pulled her hips back a bit, preparing herself to drive her daughter up the wall - perhaps literally as well as figuratively.

“Yet-you-just-can’t-seem-to-admit-it!” Each word was accompanied by a door-rattling, bone-shaking, deviously eager thrust from the matronly mare, her plump balls smacking heavily against her daughter’s teats as she squealed and moaned whorishly.

The loudness and lewdness of their shamelessly public affair was beginning to draw bitten lips, blushing faces, winking mares, and dropping stallions, but nobody dared linger - and if they did, Velvet would be sure to shoot them a glare that could freeze molten moonsteel.

“Or-maybe...you don’t-want to?” Her mother asked rhetorically, not expecting much of an answer from the mare who was already shuddering around her length and grinning in cross-eyed delirium. “You-want to be-fucked like a-slut, like a shameless-whore, until the whole-town knows you’re addicted to your-mother’s-thick-fucking-cock!” She spat, punctuating her final thrust with a forceful flex of her immense cockhead against the entrance to her daughter’s deepest depths. “I was accommodating before, because it was oh-so-intoxicating to have you moaning and wriggling around like a desperate-little-filly while trying not to give away what was happening...even if the fact I was mounting you was making it brutally-fucking-obvious what was going on! But no more, dear. You’re going-to-have-to-fucking-earn my relentance this time.”

Stars danced in Sparkle’s eyes as her hindlegs shook beneath those of the she-stallion covering her, stray magic fizzling from the tip of her horn as her next orgasm rolled up on her with the force of a freight train.

Velvet’s length bucked, jerked, and flexed inside of her as her own orgasm triggered her mother’s, the mare snorting and digging her hooves in as her first heavy spurt splattered heavily into that eager, clenching tunnel. Even as her orgasm continued, she relentlessly thrust herself deeper, trying to deposit that milky payload as deep into her daughter as it could possibly reach.

“I’m going to keep ravaging this tight, warm pussy of yours...until you give in and tell the whole town how much you love getting fucked in front of them…” Velvet purred in her daughter’s flicking, twitching ear, the young mare’s eyes rolling into the back of her head as a euphoric warmth settled in her belly.

But Velvet was determined not to let either Twilight have their afterglow until this...problem was settled. Determined to unsettle that deep-resting warmth, Velvet resumed thrusting as if she hadn’t just blown a hot, heavy load balls-deep inside her, and if anything was more vigorous than before - no doubt thanks to the spell that had been cast upon her, which was determined to give Sparkle a heaping helping of sinful, sensual lessons until she chose to repent.

Lighting her horn in a soft turquoise glow, Velvet flipped Sparkle until the young mare was on her back, wings resting stiff and unkempt against her front doorstep as her mother stood above her belly-to-belly. As graciously intimate as it was sinfully erotic, Velvet didn’t leave them in that position for long before thrusting herself sharply downwards.

A messy splutter of their mixed essences escaped from the young princess’s fluttering mare-lips, marking a sticky trail across her ponut and dock before settling heavily in the hairs of her tail. Those churning, pale-gray, seemingly endless reservoirs of matronly “milk” slapped wetly against her gapign hole, leaving a sticky trail between them that only got messier with each thrust.

Each messy, full-length, womb-punishing surge was answered by a whorish moan and eager flutter of walls, the two so intoxicated by each other that neither could hope to stop even if they tried to.

The hotly entwined Twilights continued to writhe on the library’s doorstep, uncaring of time or reason as they fucked themselves into a state of heady delirium. “Ponyville, I’m-mmmh…” But her first attempt to confess her greatest and most brazen of shames was stolen from her as Velvet’s lips darted forward, locking lips and clashing tongues as the older mare easily overpowered her daughter’s inexperienced muscle.

Squeezing their eyes shut, the pair basked in the heady rush of hormones that assaulted their brains as their impassioned tryst continued, crackling through them like electricity as Sparkle’s stud rutted her like she owned her. But then, with such a public display of dominance, who was to say that Velvet didn’t? Sparkle would have to try harder than ever to confess with Velvet now actively trying to prevent it, the older mare having decided she was fed up with giving her daughter chances she wasn’t going to use. If her daughter wanted to be a slut so badly, might as well help things along!

The younger mare’s pussy split like a ripe peach under Velvet’s carnal assault, cramming every inch of slate-gray cock into her that she dared, until Sparkle’s very stomach bulged obscenely from her monstrous marecock and a river of orgasmic release heralded her intrusion. She writhed aimlessly beneath her mother’s dominance, Velvet unsure if she was trying to escape the endless assault of pleasure or fuck herself deeper onto her mother’s thick MILFcock.

She didn’t much care either way, as her daughter was powerless to escape the press she’d trapped her in; at least until Velvet decided she was ready to let her go...which, with her stiff tool throbbing angrily inside her, wasn’t likely to be anytime soon. She could already feel the next of countless orgasms building in her heaving, swelled sack, an imminent flood of mareseed only restrained by sheer iron-hard will and determination.

But even her impressive will began to crumble under the assault of her daughter’s plush, tirelessly-clenching tunnel, feeling as if her soul were being milked out of her body. Velvet broke away from her furious tongue-kiss with a staccato gasp, trails of sticky drool connecting the two of them as they struggled to catch their breaths.

The older mare could feel her vision tunneling tighter and tighter with each thrust, building to a crescendo as flickers of impending nirvana teased at her nerves more and more insistently, a building knot of release in her core until finally - with a shuddering gasp - all the pleasure in her body narrowed into a single, transcendent apex of ecstasy.

It was Velvet’s turn to let out a loud, whorish moan to all and sundry, as her hips thudded home with a meaty, wet smack and those fat balls clenched against her daughter’s ponut. Muttered curses and swears exited her mouth in an involuntary rhythm, in time with each glorious swell of spine-tingling pleasure chemicals inside her, as her immense release splattered into her beautiful, wonderfully accommodating alicorn daughter’s desperate, swelling tummy.

Soft cum-belly pressed up into cushioned, matronly chub as the two mares moaned and writhed shamelessly on the library’s front step, a crowd of increasingly horny onlookers forming an audience around them as they allowed their own lusts to fly free with increasing ease, spurred on into self-pleasuring (or for some, mutual acts of lust) by the utterly enthralling show before them.

Velvet’s eyes widened as she beheld their impromptu audience, a wave of post-orgasmic clarity forcing her brain into action as she nudged Twilight’s head towards the crowd.

The princess’s pupils grew to a similar size as her mother’s, along with a furious, fiery blush and bitten lip, and the two Twilights shared a look. “Mmh, you know, I think that spell’s probably worn off by now…if you want to stop, now, my daughter, then-”

Velvet’s worried reassurances were interrupted as her daughter craned her head upwards and captured their lips in a renewed, impassioned embrace. Momentarily shocked, her eyes widened, before sliding closed as she let herself melt into the kiss.

Breaking off with a pair of breathy exhalations, their brilliant minds positively humid with lust for one another, neither Twilight could honestly bear the thought of stopping now. “The day’s still young, mom...let’s make the most of it~” The princess purred salaciously, eyes lidded with impassioned, debauched, unabated lust.

And so, as those trim alicorn legs wrapped around her mother’s back and the onlooking Ponyvillians whooped with excitement for an “act two” to their impromptu sexual display, they made that Mother’s Day one that Ponyville would not forget...