Author's Note
Why doesn't Stormy Flare have her own tag? Clearly this needs to be rectified.
Hitting The Sweet Spots
“How much farther is this spa, dear?” Stormy Flare asked as she flew behind her daughter, Spitfire.
“It’s just on the edge of the Everfree, Mom,” Spitfire replied, looking over her shoulder. “We just gotta fly past Ponyville and we’ll be there.”
“I still don’t understand why we couldn’t just go to a spa in Cloudsdale instead,” Stormy huffed as she looked in the direction of the floating city.
“Because Rainbow and her friends recommend it,” Spitfire replied. “Plus I’ve gone there once already and I know you’ll love it.”
Stormy huffed once again and rolled her eyes, before she looked back forward, only to be greeted by the sight of Spitfire smiling back at her with a cheeky grin.
“Come on, keep up! I promise this trip will be worth it,” Spitfire spoke again as she slowed herself down so she could glide beside Stormy.
Inhaling deeply as the wind swept through her fiery mane, Stormy forced a smile as she glided beside her daughter. Though she appreciated Spitfire taking time out of her busy schedule to spend time with her, Stormy couldn’t help but wonder what caused Spitfire to take her out for the day. Even though mother’s day was coming up quickly, both mares never did anything special about it since Spitfire was always busy with teaching at the Wonderbolt Academy, along with constant flight shows. At the most, Spitfire would stop by for lunch, catch up with Stormy over small things, leave a gift, and then take off. When the day first started, Stormy was caught off guard to see her daughter pop by her place early and told her she set up an appointment at a new spa for them. Though Stormy was both pleasantly surprised and shocked by the sudden invitation, she wasn't going to decline an outing with her daughter.
She just wished the flight didn't take so long. Though she was once a Wonderbolt herself, those days where she was in her prime had been long over. Now she was getting up there in age and long flights were not something she could do with much anymore. A stiffness was starting to show with her wings and a tense feeling was becoming ever so present the more she flew, a telltale sign that fatigue would be setting in soon enough Relaxing her mind for a moment as both continued to fly towards their destination, Stormy looked forward and noticed a large forest coming up. Quickly recognizing it as the Everfree forest, she braced herself for a long trip over it, until Spitfire banked downward.
"The lodge is right on the edge of the forest!" She shouted behind her.
As Stormy looked at her daughter, the sight of a small white building came into focus. Resting near the forest and the nearby prairie land, she couldn't help but wonder why a spa would be set up in such an inconvenient location. Simply regarding it as a small lodge that had been established at the edge of the forest, Stormy was surprised to see more of the building built into the forest itself. The site of an outdoor area with a few occupied spa tables was noticeable and a large pool was also present. For a moment she was confused by the sight of the pool itself as the water seemed not to be moving even with the brisk wind blowing, but the thought was discarded as both mares descended to the ground level, before the area left her sight.
Finally landing on the ground, Stormy took a deep breath in and started to close her wings. Almost instantly that tense feeling became ever more present, and her left wing spasmed for a brief moment. Her facial expression turned into a cringe as she closed her wings and gave off a soft hiss.
"Are long flights that hard on you nowadays?" Spitfire asked with a worrying expression as she turned to face her mother.
"I'm not the same spry Wonderbolt I once was, you know," Stormy answered as she slowly flexed her wing to relieve the tension.
"Yet you still hold the record for endurance flying," Spitfire replied with a cheeky smile. "Even Rainbow can't bust that ten hour flight record you hold."
"Ten hours, fifty-three minutes, and forty-two seconds to be precise," Stormy remarked proudly.
"Yeah, yeah. I know." Spitfire waved her hoof off at Stormy. "No pony is ever going to beat that academy record."
Stormy could barely hide her smirk as her daughter boasted about her.
"But let's not worry about training and records for the time being," Spitfire remarked as she started to walk for the entrance of the building. "Let's get that wing massaged and relaxed shall we?"
"I agree," Stormy replied as she trotted beside her daughter. "And I am curious to see what kind of skillful ponies work here."
"Actually… The masseuse isn't a pony," Spitfire spoke, causing Stormy to raise her brow.
"Oh? Does this place support other species as workers?" Stormy replied with growing intrigue.
Spitfire opened her mouth to speak, but for a second it hung open as she stopped herself from speaking anything.
"I'm just going to leave that bit as a surprise for now," Spitfire simply replied with a big grin on her face before she opened the door to the building.
Wondering what her daughter was hiding, Stormy grew more curious as to what her body was in for. Not wanting to be awkwardly left behind, Stormy walked into the building with her daughter.
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The interior of the building wasn't much to gawk at; only the front desk along with a few washer and dryers in the back or noticeable as Stormy stood by and waited for her daughter to finish her conversation with the desk attendant. Even so, Stormy simply looked around to see if she could get a gauge of what the place was like. Despite it being an organized building, some of the wildlife had managed to creep inside in the form of vines from the front door, almost like it was taking over the place itself. She didn't want to speak up about it, simply disregarding it as an artistic approach that the building owner was using to make the area feel more wild and untapped. Even so, she couldn't help but feel a constant unknown presence watching her as she looked at the vines. The more she stared at the vines, the more they looked like they were moving ever so slightly, almost like a weak pulse of life was running through them every few seconds.
"Hey Mom, we're all ready to head outside!" Spitfire spoke up, breaking Stormy from an almost trance-like state she found herself in.
"Huh? What?" Stormy replied, giving her head a slight shake as she watched Spitfire walk behind the counter.
"Quit daydreaming and follow me," Spitfire said, waving her on as the attendant was walking in the same direction.
Not wanting to be left behind, Stormy looked at the vines one more time with a puzzled look on her face, before she followed her daughter to the back of the building. Though the vines were growing into the building itself, Stormy couldn't help but notice that the vines seemed to grow away from the washer and dryer machines. Even with the equipment not being touched, they still found ways to grow and had seemed to maneuver themselves across the walls, and the lush green vines only seemed to get thicker and thicker as Stormy descended the short hall to a large back door that the attendant opened up.
As the door opened, Stormy found herself in the same place where the pool was, and quickly noticed how much better the outdoor area looked. Almost like walking into a botanical garden jungle, those green vines quickly seemed to cover almost every inch of the area. Spa tables were visible nearby with ponies on them getting massaged by something Stormy thought she would never see in her life. The vines themselves were moving and actually massaging the clients, while nearby workers seemed to be trimming away dead parts of the vines.
“What is all of this?” Stormy asked as she came to a stop and simply stared around her.
‘Long story short; sentient vines,” Spitfire spoke with a big grin as she walked into the garden area.
Almost immediately vines at Spitfire’s hooves began to move and slowly slither toward her, yet instead of being scared of it, Stormy watched as a few dark green tendrils came alive and began to sway their tapered tips at Spitfire, moving as if they were seemingly examining her. One of the bigger ones reached forward, and in return, Spitfire outstretched her hoof to meet it, causing the thick vine to slowly wrap around it. Continuing to look at her daughter, Stormy was so preoccupied that she didn’t see a few tendrils that were lurking behind her, had risen themselves to a somewhat standing position. Nearly head level with her as the vines quietly moved forward, Stormy turned her head just enough to notice movement at the corner of her eye. Seeing the vines approach, she was unsure what to expect of it, until she noticed the tip of one seemed to be looking at her sore wing. It wiggled about, almost like it was cautiously examining it, until more of the vines around the area seemed to start to coagulate towards her.
“Umm, dear?” Stormy spoke out with a shaky voice as a bunch of the vines moved towards her hooves, causing her to step back.
“Don’t worry, they're harmless,” Spitfire spoke up, causing Stormy to stare in her daughter's direction, only to be surprised to see that Spitfire herself was now being carried by a bunch of the vines. “Just relax and let them take care of you.”
Watching her daughter get carried to a nearby spa table, Stormy’s attention was brought back to the vines at her hooves as the thick curling roots started to wrap around all four of her legs at once.
Still unsure, Stormy’s body tensed up, and almost like the vines could sense her emotions, they quickly uncurled and pointed their thin tips at her face, like they were looking to her for consent. An odd silence filled the air as Stormy looked at the vines, almost like she was expecting them to talk to her somehow, and as she watched them warily, one of them crept closer and moved towards her sore wing.
Though she was still feeling reservations about the vines touching her at all, she decided to take her daughter's advice and with a deep sigh, she relaxed herself before outstretching her wing. Almost immediately the tentacle moved closer, and began to poke and prod at it. Even though she felt it touch her, she sensed no form of hostility behind its actions, and relaxing more, she let her sore wing go more limp.
To her immediate surprise, the vines at her hooves started to move again and she saw the ones near her legs start to wrap around her. Not fighting them at all, Stormy was surprised as they started to pulsate and flex around her. Feeling the firmness of the vines dig into her legs, she felt the sensation shift and gradually it became a soothing feeling, until her attention was drawn back to the vine at her wing. It continued to poke and prod at it, and soon after, a different vine started to play with her opposite wing. Opening it and letting go limp, she was intrigued as more vines joined the fray and began to lift her body up into the air. Though initially nervous, Stormy just watched quietly as the vines carried her to a table beside Spitfire.
Watching her daughter for a moment, Stormy was surprised to see twelve vines already tending to her. While two tended to each leg and hoof, there were also two for each wing. One held up the wings, while the second continued to rub and tend to them. Stormy was amazed at how flexible and effortlessly they moved, and within seconds, she found her stomach placed against the table.
"This is quite interesting," Stormy muttered.
"The best has yet to come," Spitfire moaned out, too much in bliss to care how she sounded.
Stormy chuckled for the moment and rested her head against the table, before she closed her eyes and focused her thoughts on the vines at her sore wing. Like Spitfire, a second vine has joined the fray and was holding it up, while the first one that was inspecting it prior, was now slowly working on it. She felt it rubbing and prodding the wing, almost like it was trying to find something, and when it hit a sore point, Stormy couldn't help but gasp and tensed up. Her first reaction was to draw it close to her back, but the vine holding it up made it awkward to do so, and before she could even try, she quickly found the vines pulling her wing open to its fullest length. Once stretched out, the vine rubbing became more forthcoming with its movements and put more pressure on the sore spot. Expecting more pain to come forth, Stormy was instead surprised as the tip of the vine began to rub small circles into the sore spot, while the second vine started to vibrate.
"Ooh, that feels nice," Stormy muttered under her breath as both movements of the vines seemed to somehow relieve the tension she had accumulated.
Stormy couldn't help but shiver and shake in awe as the vines continued their skillful ministrations, and quickly the other vines around her body became notable. Her other wing started to get the same treatment, and though the vine wasn't prodding for sore spots, it started to massage it softly. It danced across the length of her wing, rubbing gently against frail bones of it, whilst the tip of it brushed against the base of her feathers, sending a ripple of energy throughout her body.
The vines at Stormy's legs started to move as well. They stayed wrapped around each leg, slowly pulsating as they massaged them back and forth, ebbing away tension and causing any pain or stiffness to rush to the bottom of her hooves where more vines waited. Feeling the tapered tips rub against her sensitive bottoms made her legs twitch whenever they hit a ticklish area, but she couldn't bring herself to pull away as they continued to rub.
"You're about to get more vines," Spitfire muttered from her table.
As Stormy got ready to turn her face towards her daughter, even more vines started to touch her body. She could feel one hanging around her tail whenever she swished it, and was wondering what it's plan was, but she was caught off guard when she felt another vine start rubbing along her back. It started at the bottom of her neck, before it slithered downward and placed itself in the area between her wing joints. Gasping and tensing up as the vine found a sensitive muscle, she felt the tip of it start to poke the sore spot, and even felt the vines holding her wings up start to move as well. They rotated her wings back and forth as the vine at her back dug deep and relieved the soreness within it.
A deep moan came up as the vine at her sore wing hit a new sensitive spot. Her wing fluttered briefly, but it was enough to cause the vine to ease up. It pushed cautiously, and moved itself back and forth as it did its best to relieve tension. Though Stormy felt a mild tingling sensation, she found her sore wing starting to relax. The pain started to ebb away and she could also feel a very subtle trembling sensation starting to build up in all the vines, causing her to relax further.
"Wow, these things are good," Stormy moaned, her whole body feeling as light as a feather.
Finally the vine at her tail started to move. Feeling it brush against stray hairs on her tail, Stormy was caught off guard as the tip of the vine placed itself around the base of her tail. With it dangerously close to her lady parts, she couldn't help but blush and gasp, but the feeling went away as the vine wrapped itself around her tail and started to pull on it. It was gentle yet firm, almost like the vine itself was combing her tail. It travelled up her tail, only to stop briefly as it came to a tangled knot of hair further down it. She felt the tip slither and pushed itself between the knot before combing away until it hit the end of the tail. Once at the end, the vine let go of it entirely and quickly wrapped its tip back around the base of her tail for another round of combing. Relaxing as the vine continued to brush away any knots, Stormy couldn't help but sigh and enjoy the constant feeling of being pampered.
As she laid in the spot, she started to find her mind drifting, particularly to the vine combing her tail. With it so close to her butt, she couldn't help but have more intimate thoughts. The subject of happy endings wasn't lost upon her, and almost every massage she always paid the masseuse in question a little extra under the table for such an act, yet she was curious if the vines would give the same thing. They all made her body feel extremely loose and the more the vine at her tail moved about, the more she found herself getting slowly turned on by it.
"Aahhh…"
A moan filled the air, causing Stormy to become more alert. Though it came from her daughter, Stormy could quickly deduce what kind of moan it was. Erotic and blissful; a moan that sounded like a sexually aroused mare getting turned on. Wondering what was going on, Stormy turned her head towards her daughter, before her eyes went wide.
Stormy's face grew a little hot as she noticed Spitfire's eyes were fluttering to stay open. Multiple vines were still tending to her body, yet at the corner of Stormy's eyes, she could see one vine moving rather odd. It was moving up and down the center of her daughter's rump, no doubt rubbing against her lady parts in the process. Though the tip of it wasn't noticeable, the blissful smile and periodic moan from Spitfire notified Stormy of exactly what was happening.
The vine at her daughter's rear stopped moving for a moment, until Spitfire cracked her eyes and her mouth hung agape. Stuttered gasps erupted from her as she stared straight forward. Part of Stormy was interested to see what hole the vine was playing with for daughter to act like that, but she decided against it.
However her attention was drawn back to her tail as the vine stopped moving completely. Adding to that, Stormy also felt the vines rubbing her hooves pause in their motions, and slowly let go of her. For a second she wondered what was happening, until she moved her thighs and instantly felt a little moisture between her legs. As she became aware of her horniness, she couldn't help a blush as it felt like the vines were staring right at her glistening lady parts. Her cheeks started to feel hot and she felt herself blushing as she looked to her daughter for support, however much to her dismay, Spitfire was getting lost in her own thoughts. Soft wet schlicks could be heard from Spitfire's rear and Stormy didn't want to disturb her session.
The vines that were once touching Stormy's hooves made their presence known to her again, and feeling them trail a line up her two back legs, they stopped at her thighs before they slowly began to spread them. She was hesitant for a moment, yet wanting to experience the same level as bliss as her daughter was, she eased up and let the vines do what they wanted. Almost like they sensed that brief moment of hesitation, the vines rubbed against her thighs in a reassuring manner, before they parted them.
Suddenly two new vines appeared before her face. One thin and tapered like the rest, and the other was thicker and more rounded off at the end with small nubs. Confused by the sight of the thicker one, Stormy just stared awkwardly, until she felt a hoof tap her shoulder. Looking in the direction of our daughter she was surprised to see Spitfire was looking at her with a half lidded expression, that almost looked like she was forcing herself to focus.
"Ask for the thick one," Spitfire said to her in a quick breathless reply. "Great for the first time."
Before Stormy could elaborate on it, Spitfire turned her head into her table and moaned softly into it. Shocked to see her daughter enjoying herself so immensely, Stormy decided to take her advice.
"Umm," she started to say and she looked back to the still waiting vines in front of her. "I'll have that one," she ended as she looked at the thick one and nudged her head at it.
The thin vine was quick to disappear, yet as it did, the thick one hovered in front of her face for a moment, before it moved out of sight. She tried to follow it with her vision, but as it disappeared over her shoulder and out of focus, she instead took a deep breath and braced herself.
For a moment there was nothing, but as Stormy waited for it to make contact, she couldn't help but grow more excited at what was going to happen. If her daughter's moans were to be a judge of what was to come, she was greatly looking forward to it.
"I'm looking forward to this," she muttered to herself as she inched her hind legs more open.
Almost instantly, all the vines around her body seemed to start vibrating in anticipation. The motion from all of them excited her, yet also relaxed her further, before her attention was drawn to the thicker vine poking at one of her inner thighs. Wondering what its plan of approach was, Stormy had her question instantly answered when the nubs on the vine made contact with her vulva. A stuttered gasp came forth and was only amplified as the vine started to slowly rub up and down her wetness. Much like how the vine was tending to Spitfire earlier, Stormy was now getting the exact same treatment.
Feeling the thick vine on her exposed parts was something special. The nubs on it were soft, yet firm when they rubbed against, and almost seemed to flex and shift as they brushed against her in an almost teasing manner.
One of the smaller vines that was rubbing her hooves prior had made itself known again. The soft tip of the vine traced a small circle on her buttcheek before it slithered toward her puckered butthole. She felt it poke and prod near the rim, but stayed just out of range, she couldn't help but crane her neck in an attempt to see what it was going to do. Much to her surprise, it instead shifted its focus downward as the tip of the vine brushed against her clit region. As it made contact, she couldn't help but gasp and felt herself wink in response. The sensation came and went in the blink of an eye, but it was enough to cause her to feel a slight tingle in her nethers. She wanted the feeling to happen again, but instead she got something even better as the thick vine moved downward.
Another loud gasp left her mouth as she felt the firm nubs of the vine rub against her clitoris, and her whole body tensed in response as it pressed firmly against her. She froze up and went stiff as a board as the vine slowly twisted and turned itself against her sensitive spot, causing her to stutter and gasp for air. All the vines around her body stopped moving for a moment as an entirely new vine brushed at the back of her head. She felt it rub small circles into her mane, causing her body to instantly relax and let her catch her breath as the vine at her rear continued to rub. Without warning, the vines that were rubbing her wings started to move, and feeling them depart, Stormy simply let her wings fall to her sides as they hung lifelessly. The stiffness in her sore wing was completely gone, and both felt lighter than air itself. With her wings now taken care of, the vines rubbed against her flank as they quickly travelled down her body with a new destination in mind.
A familiar warmth in her body made itself present. She knew that feeling well; a throbbing and primal need to be penetrated that almost felt like a building sensation similar to if she was in heat. The feeling hit her hard and fast, almost like the vine at her rear was stimulating her further with every motion it gave off. As it continued to work her nethers, the vines that were travelling down her body had finally made it to their new spot. Feeling each vine rest against her buttcheeks, that building sensation only intensified as they started to flex and knead against her rump. Unable to stop herself, Stormy cooed and awed in return as the tips of the vines pressed firmly against her tush, and the vine at her pussy started to become more adventurous.
She felt it probe hard against her, going slightly inwards as it brushed against the inside of her vagina. Much to her dismay, it didn't go in far enough to warrant a proper reaction. Even as it pleased her, it felt like it was teasing her and edging her on as her body got more hot and bothered by every moment that passed. She continuously wondered when it was going to breach her, and as if sensing her desires, the smaller vine came back in contact with her vulva. Feeling it move around the thicker vine as it worked, she felt it trace an outline of her pussy, touching every corner of it before it gave a sharp flick against her clitoris, sending a sudden jolt of electric pleasure up her spine that resonated throughout the rest of her body. Before she could come down from the feeling, the vine flicked at her again, but softer and more firmly, almost like it was matching the intensity of a tongue. Even with it not as intense in its approach, it still enacted a carnal moan from Stormy as she forced herself to be more silent in fear she would interrupt anyone else enjoying something similar. Taking deep breaths as the vine continued to flick at her nub, Stormy could barely hold herself back as an intense wave of pleasure came from her body as the thicker vine started to push hard against her entrance. She could feel it's intent and knew what was coming next.
The thick end of the vine penetrated her entrance, causing a sharp gasp to come from Stormy as she clenched hard around the tip. It wasn't fully in; only about an inch of it pushed itself inward, but it was enough. She could feel the firm nubs rubbing against her inner walls, almost like they were pulsating with life and moving on their own. The pleasure was intense as the vine began to flex and push its way inside of her, and it went in with ease as she could almost feel every nub tingle inside of her. The more it went in, the more the heat in her body grew and it only got better as the vine inside of her began to twist back and forth inside of her. She could barely contain herself as the vine made its way inside of her, but without any warning, the vine pushed itself inside by a few inches, causing her to throw her head back in ecstasy and gawk wide eyed at the sky. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she stared aimlessly upwards, unable to focus on the world around her as the vine continued to push.
Slowly and steadily the vine wormed and wiggled its way further inside of Stormy, causing her to receive constant jolts of pleasure as the nubs hit areas deep inside of her that no stallion could ever hit. Unable to move at all, she could only utter out weak squeaks as the vine felt like it was expanding inside of her. Thankfully it didn't expand too much, but it left her feeling full as she continued to clench the vine inside of her. She could feel it wiggle and flex inside of her, no doubt gauging her body as it went deeper and deeper.
Finally after a few seconds, the vine paused its movement entirely, came to a complete standstill, and allowed Stormy to come to her senses. She blinked several times, before she moved her head down and looked over her shoulder. She could see the thick vine that was penetrating, but she was thrown off as she noticed a pink tinge to it. She didn't recognize it before and began to wonder why it looked off, but her thoughts were answered as the vine shrank inside of her. Feeling the intense feeling of being stuffed die down, she was surprised to see that the natural color of the vine returned to normal, before it quickly expanded again and regained its pink tinge.
Moaning and panting as the vine seemed to be playing with her inner walls as she continued to clench around it constantly. She wondered what its plan was, until the expanding sequence started to become less and less notable, whilst the vine itself began to feel more snug and perfect fitting. Thanks to it constantly moving inside of her, she realized just how strong and flexible the vine itself was. It squirmed and twisted in ways she never thought would be imaginable, and every motion that drew her to a higher level of pleasure and anticipation.
Finally she was greeted by a new movement. The vine gave her a small singular thrust, barely noticeable, but it was enough to erect a small moan from her as it sent a shiver down her spine. Just as her moan died down, the vine repeated the process once again before it quickly transitioned to a full motion of small thrusts. As it thrusted inside of her, she could feel sharper and more notable pulses from the tip of it. Whenever it pulsed inside of her, the vine seemed to be moving faster and faster and her backside got warmer and warmer.
At first she thought it was her body that was heating up, until she felt the nubs on the end of the vine start to swell and push outward. The feeling was momentary and they retracted quickly, but whatever it did, it sent her body into a frenzy and jacked her arousal through the roof. A warm and sticky was now present inside of her, signaling that the vine must have secreted some kind of substance into her as it began to intensify its motions. The thrusts became faster and harder, quickly picking up speed until it was very reminiscent of how a stallion would fuck her. It was fluid and nonstop with its motions, almost like natural fatigue was nonexistent with it, and it continued to push and thrust inside of her as it started to briefly touch her innermost walls. It didn't hit hard against her barrier, but it didn't ease up on its movements at all, continuously causing her body to feel constant jolts of pleasure as it rocked her senselessly.
Her eyes couldn't focus, and a stream of pitiful moans played out. Too lost in the piston motions of the vine and whatever fluid it pumped into her, Stormy could barely contain herself as she let herself go limp and just let the vine have its way with her. Laying her head on the table, she turned her head to the side and noticed her daughter on the table next to her.
Much like the vine that was pleasuring her, Spitfire's body was getting rocked just as hard as Stormy's was. The only difference was that Stormy could see not one, not two, but three vines at her daughter's rear going fast and hard on her. Just feeling one vine sexually wrecking her own body was amazing as is, and her mind could barely try to picture just how great multiple ones would have felt.
"Feels good doesn't it?" Spitfire panted out loudly, causing Stormy to look at her daughter's face.
"Good is… g-good…" Stormy couldn't finish her sentence as the vine continued to work her into a stupor.
"It only gets better, Mom," Spitfire replied with a grin, before she looked over her shoulder at the vines. "Stop for a second and put me on top of her."
Despite getting dicked into oblivion, Stormy cocked her brow at her daughter as the vines stopped working her rear. Suddenly without notice, the vine at Stormy's rear slowed down, but didn't cease its movement entirely, before a bunch of vines grabbed her body. She felt a few of them wrap around her midsection, before they quickly turned her over and laid her on her back against the table. With her body now laying upward, Stormy grew even more surprised as the vines moved Spitfire to hover above her.
"What's going on?" Stormy panted loudly as she felt her daughter's chest against hers as the vines lowered Spitfire to rest against her.
"You'll see," Spitfire answered as the vines that were pleasuring her rear had returned.
About to ask further, Stormy opened her mouth to speak, but got cut off as the vine inside of her shrank considerably, before she was surprised and shocked to feel a second vine enter her pussy. It was quick to match the first vines movements, however it operated differently. Whenever the one vine pushed deep, the second would pull back before the two subsequently repeated each other's motion. It resulted in a constant piston motion that provided immense pleasure to Stormy that was enough to make her scream in pure ecstasy. She could feel that it was already wet, and no doubt being a vine that was previously fucking her daughter, Stormy let out a carnal moan.
That was when her daughter leaned into her face, and locked lips with her.
It caught her off guard and never expected something like that from Spitfire, but it didn't stop her as she moaned into her daughter's mouth. Spitfire moaned back and her tongue was quick to wiggle its way inside, before she began to rub it against Stormy's own tongue. Spitfire accompanied her motions by grinding her body against Stormy's chest, whilst moaning deeply as she did so. She dug her face deeper against Stormy's, doing her best to get her full feelings conveyed as she did so.
For such an act of incest to be displayed by Spitfire would have made her ask questions, but for some reason, Stormy felt no qualms about what her daughter was doing. In fact, Stormy herself eagerly played into the kiss as well, letting her tongue wrestle against Spitfire's. She felt no shame or embarrassment as she did so, and the feeling only got more intense the longer they kissed.
"These vines remove all sexual inhibitions," Spitfire spoke as she broke her kissing for a moment, before diving back in her more. "It's wonderful isn't it?"
Stormy didn't reply, and instead brought her front hooves up and wrapped them around Spitfire's neck, drawing her even closer to her. As she did, Spitfire let out a loud moan into Stormy's mouth as her body got rocked forward by the vines at her rear, while Stormy replied with the same force as her vines sped back up.
Both continued to moan and kiss each other as the vines at both their rears made sure to never cease with their movements. Between the loud moans and the noticeable sound of constant schlicks playing out, neither Stormy nor Spitfire eased up on their kissing. Doing her best to match her daughter's kissing, Stormy was equally as aggressive as Spitfire was, and as time went by, the vines in her pussy went harder and faster as if trying to match that same aggression level.
As much as Stormy wanted to focus on Spitfire, the vines fucking her ultimately drew her attention to them. They continuously hit a firm g-spot inside her nethers, pushing her closer to nirvana as her body shivered and quaked with near divine levels of stimulation. She couldn't help but squeal and moan in return, and Spitfire matched her ecstasy in the matter.
Stormy felt the girth of the vine leave her for a moment, just as Spitfire's moaning paused. For a brief second, there was a sense of emptiness lingering, until Stormy felt the vine return to her, and, though no less wet, it felt different. She wasn’t sure what to make of it as it felt more firm and a bit smaller, but she was quickly cut off from her thoughts as Spitfire moaned at the same time.
"Hmm, the one you've been using feels nice," Spitfire said, with a knowing smirk.
For a moment, Stormy wasn’t sure what happened, until she quickly realized that the vine inside her had just been inside her daughter, soaked in her juices, and now it was delivering them inside her, and vice versa.
“Oh gosh, this one feels really nice, Mom!” Spitfire moaned even louder as she kissed with lustrous vigor.
It wasn't until Stormy noticed that Spitfire was becoming less aggressive with her tongue, yet found her moans starting to fluctuate in volume. No doubt starting to peak from the intense fucking, Stormy watched as Spitfire broke her kissing and laid her head against her own chest. Once laid against her, Spitfire started to let out pitiful moans of a mare about to explode from within.
“This one feels so good. This one feels so good. Ooohh my gosh, this one feels soooo good!” Spitfire howled into Stormy’s chest.
Hearing her daughter immensely enjoy the vine that was previously fucking her, Stormy couldn’t help but smile, until she felt something new. She could feel that familiar tightness increasing within her as the vines rocked her body, and just like Spitfire, all she could do was moan and whimper until Spitfire let out a scream into her chest fluff. Stormy could feel her daughter trembling and even felt violent spasms in her lower body, telling Stormy that the pleasure was too much for her to handle, until she released a loud, whorish moan as her body went stiff against Stormy.
Stormy could tell her daughter had just came from the intensive fucking, and she even felt the vines go even harder and faster as well, no doubt making sure that climax was as great as it could be. With the vines fucking Spitfire faster, Stormy could feel the warm drops spurting from her daughter's pussy dripping down onto hers, and onto the vine servicing her, adding to its copious lubrication as it slid back inside her. Just knowing that her daughter's juices were co mingling with her own insides gave her an extra lascivious thrill from the already-taboo act, and it was enough to flip something in her own body.
Holding her daughter close, Stormy was more reserved about keeping her voice quiet. Her lips trembled as she neared and all she could do was rest her face against Spitfire's mane in the process. She was riding that line between an unstoppable incoming orgasm and infinite pleasure as she did her best to hold everything in, but the end quickly came as her nethers convulsed against her will, before her body gave out and started to spasm from the ensuing waves of pleasure that came forth.
Try as she might, she couldn't stop a carnal moan from escaping her lips as every part of her nethers clenched as hard as it around the vines. The vines themselves didn't slow nor react in response to her body orgasming, and they kept going as intense waves of pleasure seemed to come forth without an end in sight. Her body tensed and her head swelled as the mind numbing orgasm went on, and just as she felt like she was suffocating, she relaxed her body as the tailend of it all hit her.
The once-intense waves of pleasure became nothing more than soothing ripples of energy, and her body started to wind down. Almost like the vines could sense it, they began to slow down as well, until they pulled themselves out of her body entirely. Once they left, Stormy could only moan as her legs twitched and fidgeted from the raw sensation that the vines left behind, and she could feel herself gaping and clenching around nothing but cool air.
Secretly she wished she could experience that entire session again, but as she laid in a spot with her daughter, both mares remained quiet, with only weak pants of fatigue filling the air. Stormy wanted to speak but she didn't know what she was going to say. Instead, she decided to let her body do the talking for her. Slowly bringing her hoof up, she slowly rubbed it against Spitfire's mane and stroked it in a reassuring manner. Spitfire didn't reply but instead she just snuggled her face deeper into her mother's fluff as both started to drift away in their afterglow.
A few minutes later
The sound of wind blowing and water splashing filled the air, and in the background, the occasional voice of a pony speaking up could also be heard. On top of the water Stormy floated, half submerged as she looked up quietly at the sky, pondering what just happened to her. Even with the cool water soaking into her body, she still felt hot and aroused from what the vines did to her just mere minutes ago, yet the alluring feeling of water and the promise of an ice cold drink kept her at bay.
"Drinks are ready, Mom!" Spitfire spoke up loudly, causing Stormy to shift her body over so her stomach and legs were under water, before she looked at her daughter.
At the side of the pool, Spitfire lay in a sun chair as a few vines tended to her. One held a fan in its grasp and constantly fanned cool air at her, while another grabbed a clear glass filled with an orange substance from one of the worker ponies, and held it close to Spitfire's face so she could drink from it with a straw.
"Coming," Stormy replied as she paddled her way to the edge of the pool and was instantly greeted by a pair of vines waiting for her. One held a towel, whilst the other held her refreshment. As she neared the rim, the vine holding the towel reached forward and wiped the water off her forehead, before the one holding her drink extended it to her.
"Gosh, these things are well trained," Stormy noted, still completely amazed by the vines, before she took a sip of her drink.
"It's why I had to bring you out here," Spitfire with a cheeky grin. "Couldn't let you miss out on something like this."
"Did your plans also include that intimate session as well?" Stormy asked with a clear conscience, now that the vines were no longer playing any part in her thought making process.
"Of course they did. After all, how can I tell my mother how much I love her and appreciate her for all she's done for me?" Spitfire answered as she sat up and gave her mother a coy smile.
"You could have just used your words," Stormy noted as she couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation on her lips, causing her to vividly remember just how into it her daughter got.
"True, but you know I prefer to speak with actions rather than words for something like this," Spitfire replied casually. "Besides, ever since Dad divorced you, you haven't done anything - or anyone - fun."
Stormy grimaced at the thought of her ex-husband.
"So when I came here with Rainbow Dash and Princess Twilight, and saw these vines in action, I knew they would give you that sense of pleasure you probably missed," Spitfire finished as she laid back down.
Blushing at her daughter's words, Stormy couldn't help but feel a bit flustered at her daughter's actions. Though she inadvertantly dodged the incest part of the question, Stormy was more surprised that her daughter cared for her sexual gratification more than anything else. In truth, the vines did give her exactly what she wanted and then some, providing her with a new memory that she wouldn't be forgetting anytime soon, and one she would want to relive again and again. Even though she wanted to try to get a proper answer from Spitfire, she was more curious to hear that Rainbow and Twilight came to the same spa.
"Both the Princess and Rainbow came here as well?" Stormy asked instead.
"Eeyup," Spitfire chuckled. "Turns out this place was actually commissioned by the Princess herself."
"Really?" Stormy cocked her brow. "Where did she get these vines from?" She asked as she rubbed the underside of her hoof against the vine holding her towel.
"She was tight lipped about it so I can't say," Spitfire replied with a shrug. "But I think the better question you should be asking is... what's your schedule like next weekend?"
Stormy went quiet and thought about it for a second, until she realized she had nothing going on.
"Nothing planned at the moment. Why are you asking?"
"Let's just say I would love to make this a regular outing every weekend for you and me," Spitfire replied as she took another sip of her drink.
"Every weekend, you say?" Stormy asked back with growing intrigue.
"That's right. Every weekend, you and me, getting the massage of a lifetime," Spitfire replied as she pulled herself up one last time. "I’ve already pulled a few strings and had my workload lightened up for the next few months, so it ain’t a problem for me. What do you say, Mom? Do you want to do it again?"
"Are all the next visits going to be as intense as this one was?" Stormy asked as the vine she was touching, let go with her towel and moved it up toward her face before gently rubbing her cheek in response.
"We could…" Spitfire's eyes looked away from Stormy.
Wondering what her daughter was looking at, stormy turned in the direction she was looking only to be surprised at the sight of two mares sixty-nining each other on one of the spa table, while a bunch of vines fucked them senseless. Blushing at the sight, Stormy brought her hoof up to her mouth, while Spitfire just smirked, before looking back.
"We could amp it up next time if you want."
For a few seconds Stormy said nothing as she watched the growing grin on her daughter's face, until she moved her hoof away from her mouth.
"I'm surprised you hold sexual feelings towards me in all honesty."
"Rainbow said the exact same thing to Twilight as well after they were done," Spitfire spoke with a chuckle. "The only difference was both of them went through several sessions until they couldn’t walk anymore.”
Noticing that Spitfire once again dodged the incest question, Stormy decided to not pry further, and instead just gave her daughter a big smile.
"Well, if it lets me spend more quality time with you, then yes, I accept."
“Great! I’m looking forward to spending more time with you, Mom.”
“I am as well, dear.”
