Cadance strode confidently down the hall, her diamond-encrusted horseshoes crunching against the smooth surface of the Crystal Castle’s floor.

She was doing this.

Up ahead was her teenaged daughter’s room. Well, ‘room’ probably wasn’t the most accurate term. Wing of the whole castle was probably more suited to just how much space they’d given to the filly as she grew up. Not that they begrudged her that — a family of three in such a large palace meant that there was room to spare.

Still, as she approached, Cadance felt that she’d had invested one hell of a lot of bits in the brat—and it was time to get a return on that investment.

“H-Highness, I… y-you can’t!” One of the crystal guard-stallions at the door stiffened, seeing her approach.

Disgusting. Cadance sneered, shooting a venomous glare at the guard. Her Aunt might have gotten a bit… enthusiastic… since her transformation to a superheroine, but one thing Cadance agreed with her on was the role of stallions.

That this guard would even dare to speak to her was ridiculous. He had about as much chance of even slowing her as a tissue paper had of damming a raging river. Didn’t he know that he was just there as eye candy? Maybe stallions really were as stupid as they were powerless.

“I’m going to see my daughter. Out of the way.”

“Highness, she’s currently… working out with her personal trainer.”

“Good.” Cadance brushed her magic field against the guard, casually spinning him out of the way like he was a leaf in the wind. She could have just willed him to fall madly, desperately in love with her… but she didn’t really like his coat color—she was more of a white fur aficionado.

Cadance casually tossed the door open. Her ears pricked forward, immediately picking up the telltale sound.

*PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP*

Either Flurry and her personal trainer were practicing high-speed dribbling of a partially-deflated buckball… or there was some ‘other’ physical conditioning going on.

Cadance flung the second door open, entering her daughter’s bedchamber.

The eighteen-year-old filly was lying prone on her bed, a bevy of cushions propped up under her behind to lift her pert, athletic bottom off her silk sheets. Her wings were half-extended, one more so than the other, giving her the look of a wounded pigeon, twitching with each shuddering impact.

Behind her was a muscular pegasus with the teen’s pink-purple tail clenched in his teeth. He was clad in a Wonderbolt's tracksuit, though the pants were around his ankles. The light-grey coat and dark hair seemed familiar — she knew that the ‘Bolts had recently expelled all the stallions from their team, and she remembered hearing that her daughter had hired one of them as a personal trainer.

From what she could glean in the half-second upon entering the room, the former Wonderbolt’s physique and skill would have impressed Cadance, who had an eye for such things. The way he was pounding himself into his mare from behind, the surging ripple of his muscles, his use of his wings to provide perfectly timed thrusts — he was definitely a seasoned lovemaker. Cadance might even have applauded him...

If not for the fact that he was fucking her teenaged daughter.

“Get the buck off her, you sick freak!” Cadance snarled, her magic charging up as she walked forward. The crackling energy constrained in her horn was potent enough to vaporize. Nopony would care about some has-been stallion vanishing.

“Oh SHIT!” The pegasus froze, his eyes wide open in fear. She could tell he knew the power in the thaumic field about to encompass him — he flinched with stupid helplessness, waiting for the roil of energy to wash over him and dissolve him from this mortal coil.

But her magic came to a crashing halt, slamming up against an equally strong force. Flurry had projected out her own little bubble of energy. For a brief moment, condensation between the two pressure differentials bubbled and blackened into dark tufts of crackling storm clouds, their combined magical power squeezing the very moisture out of the air.

“Don’t stop.” Flurry Heart’s voice was relaxed, bored even. Like she was in the midst of receiving a nice massage when she’d gotten an annoying text message. “Hey, mom.”

The former Wonderbolt swallowed, his eyes blinking, shifting between the filly he was hilted in and Cadance — though he couldn’t withstand her withering glare for more than a moment before looking away.

“Maybe I should just go—”

“I SAID KEEP GOING.” Flurry barked, her ‘bitch-voice’ clearly genetically acquired.

The pegasus gulped. As a former superstar athlete, he’d probably gotten into some pretty wild bedroom situations. Being between two terrifyingly overpowered mother-daughter alicorns was not one of them.

“Flurry, th-that’s your mom.”

Cadance watched her daughter roll her eyes and glance over her shoulder at the pegasus, “Soarin’, if you don’t keep fucking me until I say to stop, I will fucking fire you.”

“F-Flurr—”

“And what did I tell you to call me when you’re inside me?”

The stallion looked terrified, his big green eyes quivering with fear and looking at Cadance.

“Don’t look at her. Look at me. What did I tell you to call me?”

“F-foalcunt.”

Cadance fumed, the exhalation of air out of her nostrils loud enough to make the pegasus flinch.

“Good.” Flurry purred, arching her back and wiggling her rump comfortably, like a cat stretching out on a warm couch. She looked right at Cadance, and bit her lip with a challenging little glare. The little minx was doing it deliberately. “Now… keep going.”

Soarin’ gulped again and started to slowly, awkwardly pump his hips.

“Why are you getting soft?” Flurry huffed, snarling over her shoulder again. “I’m the princess of LUST. What kind of pussy gets soft while he’s fucking the princess of Lust?”

“I-I…” Soarin’ stumbled, his gaze flickering between the teenage princess wrapped around him and her mother, watching over them.

“Ugh, fine…” For a moment, Soarin’ sighed in relief. It was clear he thought that Flurry was about to release him from the mortal peril and extreme awkwardness of the situation. But then the alicorn’s horn launched a pink bolt from its tip that arched with practiced skill behind her and into the stallion’s groin.

“I can’t believe I have to use a stimulant spell on a pony of your age. That’s just bucking pathetic.” Flurry chided, rolling her eyes. “Now, fuck.”

Soarin’ grimaced… but slowly, hesitatingly continued to pump into Flurry Heart.

*Plap. Plap. Plap*

The cadence was slower, less confident. But the sound of flesh impacting flesh—of the well-toned stallion stud’s balls slapping against her baby girl’s inner thighs—punctuated the rest of their conversation, like an obscene metronome.

“Hey, mom.” Flurry sighed again, looking forward lazily at her mother. “I thought we agreed that you’d knock before completely and totally invading my privacy.”

“Flurry, sweetie… please stop,” Cadance begged, motioning with a chin toward the stallion pumping into the young alicorn. There was no way that Cadance would be able to overpower Flurry — not without risking the safety of half the empire in a thermothaumic explosion. All she could do was beg her daughter to stop her overt and debauched act.

“No,” Flurry smirked, shaking her head firmly. “This is my personal time. And during my personal time, I like to get fucked.” The teen’s tail flipped back and forth languidly as the pegasus behind her plowed into her. “Though I gotta say mom, having you watch is sorta turning me on. For once you’re actually coming to watch something I’m good at.” Flurry’s tone was clearly teasing, spiteful… but Cadance couldn’t help but shudder at the fact there was likely a grain of truth under those words: her daughter was getting off from having her watch.

“Flurry, baby. What happened to you?” Cadance half-whispered, shaking her head. “My little swee—”

“Oh please,” Flurry grunted, partially from exasperation and partially from a bit of a sharper thrust from Soarin’, who was starting to find his rhythm again. “Don’t give me that horse-shit, you know what happened, Mom. Ahn~!” Flurry’s wings flittered a bit as Soarin’ hilted her.

“Hey, asshole!” Cadance growled at the pegasus, her motherly instincts kicking into action in the absurdest of possible situations.

“Deeper Soarin’,” Flurry purred immediately, despite Soarin’ having no more to give. The teen’s eyes flashed up to her mom, grinning at Cadance’s displeasure. This really was getting her off. “What happened, mom, was you leaving your compound F out where a blank flank filly like me could get her hooves on it.”

Cadance felt the lump welling up in her throat. They’d had this fight a hundred… a thousand times… and it always felt so raw and painful. If only she could turn back time and lock the potent super-drug up in the deepest and strongest vault of the empire.

“A filly who wanted nothing more than to be super, just like her mom. Ahn~ fuck, yes~! Right there!”

The pace of the pegasus was picking up now, his long, powerful strokes filling the room with wet, sloppy, slurping sounds… heavy squelches as his medial ring barely escaped the sucking tightness of Flurry’s tight, teenage pussy… followed by a juicy slap of flesh on flesh as he quickly reversed direction to plow his considerable length all the way back into the barely legal, boiling-velvet insides of the young princess.

Cadance could see just how far the athletic pegasus’s hips moved with each stroke: even if she couldn’t directly see the action, she knew he must be well-hung, driving long strokes into a filly half his size. If she didn’t want to kill him so badly, she might even have considered adding him to her harem.

“...a filly halfway through puberty.” Flurry groaned, catching her breath from her earlier moan. “So that fucking compound turns her into a superpony way too early, a precocious teen with the libido of a Las Pegasus whorehouse… the Princess of fucking Lust, in the MmmmF~!... Flesh!”

“I… I’ve told you so many times how sorry I am.” Cadance weakly mumbled, the genuine shame in her voice clear to any within earshot. “But we tried to help you — we sent you to those doctors, to that camp—”

“Hah!” Flurry barked, cutting her off. “Those doctors couldn’t do shit, mom. There isn’t a suppressant pill on Equus that can touch the raging fire of a super-powered alicorn whose special talent happens to be sex.”

“T-the camp…”

“Hahaha!” Flurry laughed maniacally, her cruel chuckles in time with her lover’s thrusts. “Fucking chastity-camp. A place for teens to swear off sex and take purity pledges. And you dropped your pre-teen daughter off there, foisting her off on some counsellor so you could do whatever you wanted for the summer.”

“Flurry, I—” Soarin’ grunted, interjecting, sweat falling from his face.

“That’s not my name.” Flurry snarled, swatting him with one of her stiff wings.

“Foalcunt, I’m going to… I’m fucking close.” Soarin’ moaned, his eyes clenching.

“Inside. I want to get stuffed while mom watches.”

“Fuck!” Soarin’ grimaced, one of his hooves digging into the tight flesh of the teen’s asscheek.

“Anyway,” Flurry huffed, looking back at Cadance, “...that fucking camp. You know that counsellor you left me with? The twenty-something colt that waved to you and Dad as you pulled out of the parking lot? The one who promised to lead your filly down the right path?”

“Flurry, stop,” Cadance whispered.

“I pinned him down that night.” Flurry’s toothy snarl was vicious, vindictive. “My cute little filly lips were the first to ever touch his cock, mom. I sucked him off three times… ahn~! Nice flare, Soarin’...” The teen’s tail flicked again as the grey pegasus’s wings throbbed out to full extension, signifying that he was moments away from his orgasm.

“Three times… and then I climbed on him and rode him through the night. The other campers watched as his fat… ah!... fucking… yes!... cock stretched my little filly-snatch out!” Flurry’s eyes rolled up in little twitches as the stallion behind her pumped her full of his stallion-seed.

“Flurry…” Cadance groaned, miserable.

“Then I let him… ahn~... let him… ahn~! Fuck Soarin’, were you that backed up or do you just really like fucking somepony in front of their mom?” Flurry chuckled, glancing over her shoulder, but Soarin’ was in no state to respond, half-doubled over as he finished his penultimate thrust.

“...let him fuck me in the ass.” Flurry grinned, lazily looking back at Cadance. “That’s all that fucking camp was good for: losing my anal virginity. Though I guess it did let me punch the v-cards of at least a dozen goody-four-hooves. And get their names on the sex offender registry!”

“Gah! FUCK!” Soarin’ burst out, collapsing finally onto Flurry’s back in a pool of sweat, releasing the breath he’d been holding as his orgasm completed.

“Mmmm… nice.” Flurry purred, rolling onto her side. “I should let you come watch more often, Mom. That was fun.” She patted her belly, slightly bulged from the thick load just left there. “You certainly bring out the best of my trainer, here.”

Cadance could see the connection of her daughter and Soarin’ clearly now, the thick pink shaft stretching the slender alicorn lips wide, exposing the inner-flesh, a pinkish-red of engorged, throbbing blood, squishy and soaked with arousal… and capped by a pulsating bit-sized lovebud. She had to look away.

“Pft, spare me the act,” Flurry grunted, rolling her eyes. “Half the stallions in your not-so-secret harem were lifted from my guardstable. Wouldn’t surprise me if being a size queen was genetic… but you could at least say thanks when you snatch my carefully selected and well-hung colts.”

“I… I don’t…” Cadance stumbled, her mind quickly racing. She had picked up a few guards over the past few years, never thinking where they might have been assigned to.

“We have the same taste I think. Thick and long.” Flurry hummed, her horn glowing slightly, as if tasting the air surrounding Cadance. “Mmm… you like them flat-colored though. I prefer mottled. Always more interesting to suck a big mottled cock—it’s like a Rorschach blot.”

Flurry chuckled andused her horn further, sliding her field along to tug at Soarin’s length, pulling him out of her body. “Here, look at this one. I’d be glad to lend him out to you. Nice and long, isn’t it?”

Cadance blinked, unable to move or react, unsure of what to do or say, as inch after inch of glistening, post-orgasmically throbbing pink stallion-hood slid out of her daughter’s body.

It was long.

Inch after inch of the rigid beast slid out of her tight little fillyhood, which seemed to have somehow impossibly fit Soarin’s prodigious endowment. A final, slurping *pop* let the last of the twenty-inch monster loose with a waterfall of boiling-white cum, his still-flared steaming cock bobbing in the air.

“Not quite as thick as I’d like though — pegasi are always a little more slender, even down below.” Flurry shook her head with disappointment.

Cadance blinked, it wasn’t not thick.

“I actually have a guard I prefer for thickness. If only I could combine him and Soarin’...” Flurry sighed wistfully. “Let me show you. Bardiche!” she shouted toward the still-open door to her foyer, the very same that Cadance had barged through only moments before.

“Y-yes, Princess?” The nervous voice of the guard that Cadance had so easily shoved to one side floated through the doorway, quickly followed by the frightened look of the stallion himself.

“Get in here.” Flurry motioned, with a hoof beckoning him.

“Y-yes P-p- AH!” The guard squeaked, shivering as Flurry heart gripped him in her greenish telekinetic field, impatiently jerking him over to her side. But the sudden bodily displacement wasn’t the only reason the guard had released his yelp of concern.

Flurry’s magical field had separate, darker-hued energy. One that was centered right over Bardiche’s groin. It pulled up and down in with cloying, powerful strokes, petting his sheathe with ferocious insistence.

“Ah… ah! P-princess!”

“See? Nice and thick, like a firelog.” Flurry glanced casually, continuing to stroke as if it were the most normal thing in the world to masturbate one of her guards to a full-erection in front of her mother’s eyes. “Told you I could pick ‘em.”

Cadance did indeed need to admit that her daughter could ‘pick ‘em’. Inch after inch of stallionflesh poured from the guard’s sheath, the mottled-black and pink shaft cascading and drooping out toward the floor like some kind of obscene waterfall as the powerful stallionhood filled with blood. It quickly throbbed and pulsed under her daughter’s skillful magical manipulation, expanding wider and wider, becoming a horsecock of monstrous girth. Not quite as long as Soarin’s glistening pink rod, but definitely thicker.

Flurry sighed, casually propping herself up on one elbow while continuing to jerk off her guard. “If only I could combine the two — oh wait… I can.”

The dark-green-hued pulse suddenly leapt out, like a lightning bolt, wrapping around Soarin’s still-steaming, filly-juice-coated cock.

“Ah!” Both stallions groaned in unison, one wincing, the other throwing his head back.

Strange throbs of energy began to move along the tenuous magical connection, in the direction of Soarin’.

Cadance could hardly believe her eyes as the masculine, still-flared pink dick began to thicken and grow, at first only a half-inch, then an inch. Lengthening even as it grew to hoof-wide proportions.

On the other side of the spell, Bardiche’s beast of a cock was shrinking. It reminded Cadance of the time she’d watched a thestral suck the juice out of a mango with his fangs, deflating as if the juice inside was all that kept the skin pushed outward. With each inch added to Soarin’, three were subtracted from the once-mighty guard.

“P-princess! P-please!” Bardiche moaned, looking down at himself.

“What? It’s not like you were using it.” Flurry laughed. “Maybe next time when I tell you ‘no visitors’ you’ll learn to actually keep my bucking door guarded.” The pulses continued for another few seconds, leaving Bardiche staring at a pecker that would be more appropriate on a school-colt.

Cadance almost felt bad for him, it wasn’t like he even had a chance to stop her. He looked so ridiculous now, with that four-inch wiener and grape-sized balls attached to his massive frame.

“Flurry, I… I can’t fly with this.” Soarin’s whine came a moment later.

Cadance glanced over at the grey pegasus. His stallionhood was ridiculously proportioned now. It would have easily hit the athletic stud in his chin… if it wasn’t weighed down with the throbbing-hot blood needed to supply its barbaric thickness.

It really did look like some kind of a deranged phallic log. The once pinkish-hue replaced with a blood-red darkness, the whole mass quivering with pulsing life as the pegasus’s athletic heart struggled to keep the new limb-sized appendage supplied with blood. No mare would look at that… thing… and do anything but run.

Except, apparently, her daughter.

“Oh please, why do you even need to fly anymore.” Flurry clapped her hooves, delighted with the results of her magic-craft. “The 'Bolts fired you because you’re a colt, so why not just commit to being a colt, whole hog?” The teen-princess reached out, stroking her new meat-log.

“I… I didn’t know you could do that.” Cadance stammered, trying to comprehend what she’d just seen.

“Oh? Oh sure, I can do basically anything sex-related.” Flurry shrugged. “I don’t even really need to ‘drain’ one to make another one bigger, I was just screwing around. Hell, I promised all the colts who follow me on Instatweet I’d bump ‘em up a half-inch if they voted for me in this month’s poll.”

“The poll!”

“Yeah, that stupid poll.” Flurry groaned. “I wouldn’t even give a fuck except Flamco said I wouldn’t have creative control over my Superheroine persona unless I brought in the social media numbers. Did you know they wanted to call me Kitten Kindheart? What the fuck is that?”

She rolled off the bed, still stroking the new giant, meaty cock, while dismissing her slinking, cowering guard with a nod of her chin.

“I think it’s Flam just fucking with me. But now I’ll get to choose my own name.” She grinned, picking up her phone while patting Soarin’s throbbing dick like it was a needy puppy before releasing it. “I was thinking… Chokersnap? Get it, ‘cuz like—”

“I get iiit...” Cadance groaned, covering her face in shame.

“So what did you want, Mom?” Flurry grinned, “Got a little distracted there, but I have some free time before my next round.”

“The poll?”

“I wanted to understand just how you managed to beat Luna. My advisors have been telling me for years that cracking the top three was basically impossible. Now I know.”

“Pft, advisors.” Flurry chuckled, rolling her eyes. “Flamco, you, the other princesses… you’re all the same. So fuckin’ managed and corporat-i-fied that you are too afraid to take a shit without a focus-group confirming it’s okay and won’t cost you points.”

Flurry hopped up onto her chair, kicking back as she scrolled through her phone, absently, without even looking, she re-ignited her horn and began to stroke Soarin’s massive, oversized stallionhood, interrupting him as he was struggling to balance with the weight of his new genitalia.

“You dinosaurs need to get with the times, social media… interacting directly with fans… using memes to spread your info… being a real fucking pony, for once.”

“Would you… help me?” Cadance felt the flush. It was such a weird feeling, asking her daughter for help. All at once, she felt pathetic, useless. Like she was scraping the bottom of the barrel. She was supposed to be the mom. On top of that, with the way Flurry was acting out these days, she was pretty much just guaranteeing a harsh put-down from the girl, opening herself up only to get her nose rubbed in the dirt. She looked over to the teen, cringing as she awaited the hammerfall of the brat’s gleeful mocking of her vulnerability.

Flurry blinked as if surprised. Where Cadance expected to see cruelty and malice she saw… compassion?

“Sure.” Flurry coughed and looked away, as if embarrassed by her own charity. “I guess I could help you. You’d probably be less of an Instatweet celeb, I’d get you set up on Facehoof. That tends to attract older fogeys who’d like the sentimental slop of ‘love’.”

“H-hey…” Cadance began to protest, feeling the need to defend her ability. But Flurry was already going on, excitedly.

“But I would want to get you onto the streaming platforms, let you speak directly to the mares out there, like a call-in dating advice show.” The filly mused, her wings starting to shift excitedly against her side…. all while she continued to paw the musky pink log attached to a groaning Soarin’. “Oh my Goddess, we could even do a collab! Mother/daughter Mondays. I could livestream us going shopping — the fashion stores would go fuckin’ nuts sending me free merch to get me to drop into their store. I could give you a makeover... get rid of that shitty soccer-mom manestyle of yours…”

Cadance couldn’t help but smile to herself. Despite the barely concealed insults to her appearance, her intelligence, and her understanding of the modern world… it made Cadance happy to see Flurry excited.

Excited to spend time with her.

She hadn’t felt like the filly had wanted anything to do with her since she found the compound F… since ‘the incident’...

But with a few words, and a little humility, it seemed like Flurry was almost giddy with the idea of spending time with her mother. If the price she had to pay to repair her relationship with her daughter was being last place to Flurry in the popularity polls… maybe it was worth it.

For now, Cadance quickly corrected herself with a shake of her head. Once she understood her daughter’s techniques she’d surely pass her once again.

“...and even a podcast. But, it’s gonna cost you.” Cadance’s ears flicked back forward, only catching the end of her daughter’s rambling plans. Of course, there would be a price.

“Honey, you know your allowance is set by Flamco, I don—”

“Not bits.” Flurry rolled her eyes with a sigh. “I mean, give me a break, I’ve got enough fuckin’ bits to buy a small country. “No, I want to add to my collection.” Flurry glanced down with a nod at the stallionhood she was stroking, squeezing it with a burst of pink energy, making the plump organ stiffen and curve as it began to flare, Soarin’s massive cockhead blossoming like an obscene flower to the size of a dinner plate.

It was quite clear which ‘collection’ she was referring to.

Cadance shrugged, her mind briefly running through the harem of ponies she had acquired over the past few years. Whether it was returning a favorite of her daughter’s that she’d accidentally absconded with, or even if it was some court celebrity Flurry had set her eye on, there were none that Cadance cared about, certainly none worth mentioning.

“Good.” Flurry’s grin grew wide. “‘Cuz I want the prize centrepiece of your famed cock-catalogue, Mom.”

“Sunburst?” Cadance cocked her head, trying to think of just which stallion was sporting the largest equipment.

“Please. He’s hung, but everypony knows he’s got the hots for Starlight. Or Madam Mystique or whatever her gay Supername is these days. I heard he fucked off out of your employment to join her PR team yesterday.” Flurry snorted, shaking her head and not even giving Cadance a chance to react to the news that her agent had abandoned her. “No, the dick that I want…

...is Dad’s.”

“What!?”

“Yep, that’s the deal.”

“Why would you… Flurry he’s your father.”

“He’s got the biggest dick in the Empire. A big ol’ daddy-dick.”

“Th-that’s depraved!”

“Gimme a break,” Flurry snarled. “Stop pretending like he didn’t already fuck me.”

“Sweetie, please, we’ve talked about this. When you first took the compound F… the effects…. That aura field…. You and your father weren’t responsible for what happened.”

“Sure. Fine,” Flurry scoffed. “But it still happened.”

“I don’t understand,” Cadance gasped, shaking her head. “Why… why would you want… your father?”

“Maybe I just like big dicks?” Flurry shrugged, “Maybe… I can’t get the thought of the first filly-wrecking stallionhood that popped my cherry? Or maybe, it’s ‘cuz dad has the only dick in history that was able to knock up an Alicorn.”

Author's Note

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