Private Experiments

by KingdaKa

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Porn, Fetish, Sex, Twilight Sparkle, Twilight Velvet, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 13126

Twilight wishes to test out a new hypothesis; she just happens to need one specific assistant.

Twilight had always enjoyed psychology, even if she'd never devoted much effort to the subject. It was a fascination by literature, not by personal experience. Her world was magic and the science behind it.

But why not take a break? The world around her is not quite what she'd always thought, with a few changes have her wondering the reasons and thoughts behind them. Perhaps she should look further.
After all, the whole thing seems to be in vogue.

Part of the 'Mommy Dearest' collection.
Art by ScorpDK.

Published 2023-05-10 16:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2023-05-10 16:20:01 UTC

Part One: Topic

Twilight did her best not to sigh too loudly as she held the tawdry piece of tabloid journalism in her hand, wishing to the depths of her whole heart that what script lay before her was something of a joke or falsity rather than any sort of tangible truth. After all, it would make her own experiences with this mischief far easier to deal with.

A woman of science, of reason and philosophy, Princess Twilight Sparkle was not one to give many attentions to the realm of celebrity or any of its like; she preferred information, non-fiction, anything that tended to the world of the real and studiable rather than entertainment filth. But when she took into account the rumors she’d encountered over the past few months, as well as her own experiences close-up, to just let this pass her by seemed to insult her scientific senses rather than not. After all, one instance was an event- two was an anomaly; multiple beyond that, then there was something worth investigating. And right now, what she needed to investigate was a tabloid publishing from the start of the week.

Perhaps she should grimace at the sight of the photograph that held its place across the cover; after all, it wasn’t exactly a social norm she was accustomed to. But oh, how the publisher wanted it there for straying eyes to see in the hopes of capturing their attentions- just as it had captured Twilight’s. For it was Diamond Tiara and Spoiled Rich, together at some charity gala that had occurred somewhere in Canterlot over the weekend, and the two were more deeply entangled than even the most average romantic couple. The two so slatternly dressed, tongues pressed together, the sight of drool descending from their entwined morsels, and not at all ashamed at being the center of attention as mother and daughter publicly made out for the viewing pleasure of the masses. Was it drunkenness? Shameless attention-seeking? Surely it wasn’t romantic attraction! But Twilight looked upon the article within and wondered what on earth she was getting into, for perhaps her fears were not going to be allayed.

~Canterlot

Sultry scandal met sensuous romance at the Flare Blitz Summer Gala in Canterlot this year, the annual tradition of Canterlot elites disrupted by a passionate scene between socialites Spoiled Rich and Diamond Tiara as the dance floor was left open for every guest’s pleasure. As the two women were suddenly seen kissing in the midst of the crowd, the great host suddenly halted in their tracks as though they needed to witness the scene.

Keep in mind, Spoiled Rich is about twenty-five years older than Diamond Tiara. And also her mother. Yet those obvious facts seemed to stop neither one of them, for the two women remained wholly fixated on one another rather than anything else, continuing to sloppily kiss and make out even as the crowd focused upon their actions. In fact, even when they finally registered that there were stares upon them, mother and daughter only paused in their Sapphic actions for a moment, only to give a grin to our photographer before returning to one another and continuing to swap saliva.

Despite the unexpectedness of the scene, crowd reception seemed rather positive, with multiple feminine couples remarking on the loveliness of such affection; more than a few of the more ‘experienced’ members of the crowd remarked that the closeness between the two was indeed something to admire, if not emulate. For it was, as one person who wished to remain anonymous, “Beautiful and steamy. Who wouldn’t want to love their daughter that way?”

Near the end of the event, when both women were at last available for comment, neither Spoiled Rich nor her daughter seemed perturbed by their disruption of the evening’s events, nor for being openly caught in such romantic circumstances. For Spoiled Rich remains married to Ponyville’s own Filthy Rich, and yet was now found eliciting sexual attention with her daughter. “She’s my lovely girl,” Spoiled was found to say, in fact bringing her daughter even closer so as to get a feel of the younger woman’s breasts even as this reporter interviewed them. “Why shouldn’t I want her with me always?”

“Like I’d want to be with anybody else!” Diamond Tiara stated.

At the end of the event, Spoiled and Diamond were seen departing together arm-in-arm. Or better explained, they were found clutching at one another’s bottoms as they departed for a nearby hotel so that that might –as this reporter discovered them to say- ‘f*** each other silly.’

This reporter has reached out to Filthy Rich for comment, but has received no reply.

It was tabloid trash, but what word Twilight had received from the street was not apt to lie. It seemed that Diamond and her mother had indeed forged some sort of romantic connection, nor were they ashamed of it. In fact, they seemed to not even be trying to hide their attachment in the slightest! Just what were they up to? What had even caused this sort of sapphic bond to be forged in the first place? And why were they not the slightest bit ashamed of any of their actions at all?

Twilight had no clue as to any answer, but she couldn’t exactly ignore what sentiment she came across since; after all, there had been that incident with Applejack –in her own house, for that matter- that had made her see such feelings were not anomalous. Whatever sort of intentional feeling some women had suddenly given action to were not quite as uncommon as she’d once thought. In fact, whenever she’d brought up the subject of the tabloid rag to those about town, not one of them had seemed particularly perturbed by the information; rather, they were sympathetic and friendly to such affections. ‘They’re adults,’ they said. ‘I’m just glad they’re happy.’

Happy they might be, but the sudden surge in such thought was not normal. Twilight wished she could find a way to get to the bottom of it without getting her hands dirty. But for now, maybe feigned ignorance was her best option; a beautiful day, her favorite café, and Fluttershy as company- what else could she ask for? Today was meant to be spent at peace in whatever way she could.

As the young royal sipped on her tea that no longer steamed so brilliantly her senses began to cool, fading away from the tumult that wanted to overcome her inner thoughts and see her world upended. The sky was clear and bright, speaking to the loveliness of the late morning and all that splendor that could come with it; so what if strange, sexual material had wormed its way through her brain for most of the past few days? She could be at ease here and let such thinking slide away into the nothingness. No memories of what had transpired before her eyes, no pondering of things beyond her sight, no musing on what-if’s that might transpire if she-

“Hello, Twilight!” Free at last from her inner monologue, Twilight allowed eyes to flit open and take in the sight of Fluttershy strolling up to her table in a lovely green sundress, complete with straw hat to keep her fair skin in the shade. “I hope I’m not late, I had to tend to one of the birdhouses before leaving, the side wall was beginning to come loose!”

“You’re perfectly fine, Fluttershy!” Perhaps with others of her company she might find a reason to be displeased, but to be bitter with Fluttershy in terms of tardiness was tantamount to cruelty. Few in the world would have better reason to be late than the gentlest soul she had ever known, for whom else would consider a worm’s struggle atop pavement to be something of a crisis? The gentle beauty tended to the care of all who passed her by, even if the thing would never recall or know she had graced it with her kindness. “I hope you got everything fixed.”

“I did, thank you,” Fluttershy said as she took her seat, pausing only to fluff out the wrinkes of her emerald skirt. “A family of robins just moved into that birdhouse, and the mother is very young. She deserves a safe spot to care for her babies, don’t you think?”

“Absolutely.” As if she’d dare disagree! Fluttershy could warm one’s heart so easily with her love for all creatures great and small. “What happened to it?”

“Oh, it must have been one I made poorly. The nail had worn through the wood, it must have rubbed through after a while…”

Their conversation went by so easily, Twilight’s muddled thoughts fading away the longer she spent in peaceful word with the beautiful woman across from her. Fluttershy was a salve to tired spirits, especially when her purity of spirit was without question. She so rarely ever had a cross word, never anything but kindness to say. Even if it was for someone unworthy, she would find the means to speak a song of life and see good things grow. For Twilight, who had spent so much of her recent days focused upon the actions and desires of the scandalous, this quietness of the late morning alongside Fluttershy was something heavenly.

“What do you have there, Twilight?” Fluttershy’s eyes were not the keenest, but a folded newspaper beneath dishware was hard to ignore. “Were you reading something before I came up?”

Oh heaven help me, Twilight pleaded, hardly wishing for even her close friends to know she paid attention to the tabloid filth. Yes, it was a painful habit of hers ever since she had ascended to princesshood, a failing in her ego that made her consistently fret over her duties; why did she have to know how others thought she was doing? But that wasn’t the reason she wished for this particular instance to go unnoticed.

“I- is that Sunset and Sunrise?” Fluttershy asked, leaning across the table and letting a solitary finger pull at cheap print-ink, eyes fixated on the obscured logo. “Isn’t that a..?”

“What? No! No, of course it’s not!” Twilight said, and upon her face came the desperate smile she seemed to reserve only when panic overtook her. “Of course not, why would I read tabloids and find out what people think I’m up to? Haha, that’d be silly, right? So of course it’s not, you don’t need to keep trying to pull that out from underneath my plate! Ha, so, uh, why don’t we just pretend you didn’t see any of this and let it go so I don’t feel worse than I already do?”

In fairness, if she hadn’t been so strange about the whole thing, Fluttershy might have actually let the moment go and not allowed her curiosity to continue. But the flimsy piece of cheap print was right there, waiting for her to grab it, and her dear friend was behaving so strangely; to let it go almost seemed to be an offense to what she deemed a good friend would be. So though Twilight’s features pleaded for her to leave it be, still did she continue to pull the print out from beneath its hiding place until the poorly folded item fell flat and allowed its cover to be laid bare, sapphic loveliness and wild indiscretion apparent for the both of them to see.

Twilight felt absolutely sure she wanted to die. To be caught looking at stuff like this was somewhere to be found in the depths of an almighty hell, and of course it had be Fluttershy! The purest, most demure and gentle and peaceful of her friends, the one who deserved to see this sort of filth the least. It would have been better if a random meteorite fell from the skies and struck her head, leaving nothing more than a skull-less mess.

Fluttershy regarded the picture before her, Diamond and Spoiled’s passionate tongue press there for her to take in and yet still did she not seem to give much of a reaction. Instead, her expression was one of scrutiny and curiosity- as though she knew not what to think just yet. “Twilight,” she began slowly, “Were- was this what you were wanting to hide from me? Two girls kissing?”

She said it with such innocence. “Umm, Fluttershy, that’s- that’s not quite the issue here,” Twilight stammered, offered no place for a footing and wondering how on earth she was supposed to move forward without ruining this sweet angel’s purity. “So, I- I don’t know if you’ve ever met Spoiled before- I know you’ve met Diamond Tiara, but, umm… so she and Spoiled Rich are, are- they’re not quite girlfriends.”

“Oh. I know, Spoiled is Diamond Tiara’s mother. I just wondered why you’d want me to not know you saw that.” Said so matter-of-factly, Twilight was left gawking by the simplicity of Fluttershy’s words, spoken with the same value that one would give to yesterday’s weather. Just what on earth was happening here? “Is… is something about it bad?”

“Bad?” Twilight felt like she was fighting against a brick wall that had come out from the shadows to close about her; far from the world she’d once known where incestuous romance was taboo, suddenly everyone seemed to find it as unremarkable as the floor beneath their feet- even Fluttershy of all people was treating it casually! “I- umm, I- I just don’t know what to think of it, that’s all. For- for reasons, I guess.”

“Oh.” Fluttershy turned to her cup of tea and fiddled with the spoon that still lingered within its contents, allowing a rather pregnant silence to grow in size between the two. She didn’t seem to know where to begin, and Twilight hardly had a clue of how to start; who could possibly supersede the other? “Umm… Twilight?”

“Yes, Fluttershy?” Oh gods help me, what am I getting into? Twilight felt a chill in her bones that came before horrible anticipation.

“Umm, would… would you be OK if I told you something sort of secret?” Fluttershy began, and up from her glassware did her eyes rise so as to stare into the gaze of her friend. “Like, I don’t want anyone else to know just yet. At least for a little while longer.”

Oh no. “Of course you can tell me,” Twilight said, though her voice shook with the force of an earthquake. “What is it, Fluttershy?”

One more stir of the spoon in her tea, one more half-glance to the world above and below; Fluttershy took in a breath and decided she would have to take the plunge. “So I… I don’t think what Spoiled and Diamond did is that bad. Because- because I’ve made love with my mother too, and she’s the best partner I’ve ever had and I loved it so much that we keep meeting up to make love whenever we can.” The words that had struggled to be spoken aloud at last came in a rush, the bursting of a dam allowing them to spill forth and be made final, the relief upon the shy woman’s face palpable. “Oh, goodness, that feels better! I guess it wasn’t so difficult after all.” Fluttershy was at ease again, seeming more like her usual self than even when she had first arrived. The deeply held secret that had gone past even Rainbow’s knowledge was now out in the open –albeit to a degree- and now allowed to roam free in a mind somewhere beyond her heart. The deep and passionate fire shared between she and her mother that had felt so taboo once before was becoming something less clandestine and knowledge of its existence could now pass beyond the realms of family. At last, she could enjoy Posey’s affections a little more publicly and not feel any weight of shame.

For Twilight, however, the knowledge was enough of a shock to send her cascading somewhere into next week. She knew her friends: Rainbow was openly promiscuous with everyone she met, Rarity was prim and proper even if she flirted with half the planet. Pinkie was nice simply because she could be, and Applejack-

So she thought she’d known her friends. But the idea that the most innocent, the most naïve, the single-most wholesome person she’d ever met had actually had intentional sex with her own mother was enough to boggle her mind- the fact that they continued to do so was capable of seeing the earth shatter. And Fluttershy was actually willing to tell her! Add that to her knowledge of Applejack’s exploits and the scrap of news beneath her hand, the brilliant princess’ knowledge of the world about her now seemed to stand on extremely shaky ground.

“You-” She could have easily shouted her surprise aloud and brought all the attention of the world upon them both, but something within her mind actually possessed the power to hold back the shock. Fluttershy had not admitted the secret so that it might be shared openly and her friend had been willing to trust her; even if it was bizarre, would it not be wrong to break this level of trust? Perhaps this sweet beauty was the one who was ahead of the times, leaving Twilight to try and catch up. It felt logical enough even if nothing about the whole thing felt logical. For now, she would need to allow her scientific senses to rule rather than any emotional feeling- both above, or below. After all, she knew Fluttershy to be an attractive woman. And though she’d only met Posey Shy once, she was hardly anything to call ugly; if anything she was just a loveliness that was merely a more plush version of her daughter with all the sweetness and warmth to match. To ponder the idea of those two pretty ladies all aroused and kissing, and… and kissing, and touching one another and- and holding hands and taking their clothes off so their naughty bits could be exposed for the both of them to love on-

“How- how did it start?” Twilight asked, giving herself such a shake that the table beneath them tremored along with her. “Like, what made you- were you both drunk, or something? It wasn’t just like a… it didn’t start when you were kids, did it?” The last portion made the princess grit her teeth in worry.

“Hmm? No, it was…” Fluttershy pondered the question for a moment. “Would you like to hear everything?”

“Y- no, it’s alright. Just what you think is important. It just- I never would have expected it of you, Fluttershy. What made it even begin?”

“Well, it was… when we took our trip to the mountains together,” The gentle woman said slowly, pausing in between her sips of tea so as to better coax her words out into the world. “Everything was normal for a while, but then I brought up… Cheerilee. For a bit. And Mom started telling me about how she used to date a couple of girls when she was younger.”

“OK…” Fantasies ran rampant in her mind, Twilight trying not to add new faces to the mix. The idea of a lush, experienced woman there to play with her naked body~!

“And we kept talking –and maybe a little champagne helped loosen us up- and one thing led to another, and… and then we started kissing. And I really liked it,” Fluttershy said, though the blush upon her features seemed willing to overwhelm the whole of her bravery. “And we kept kissing, and then we went to the bedroom and it- it just happened after that.”

“And… and you don’t feel like anything about it was strange, or- something?” Twilight inquired. What was burning within her as she asked such a question? Curiosity, scientific yearning, disgust? Fluttershy’s words didn’t seem to explain enough, her mind wishing for further details; there was so much analysis to be done here, if only there was a way-

“I mean, at- at first it was a bit different,” Fluttershy answered, and the discomfort in her posture seemed to agree as such; but then there came a lessening of her tension, a warmth in her smile beyond the unease of the now. “I love Mom very much. And I think because we came together made it that way. I know I’m much happier being with her like this than I was before.”

“Even though she’s your mother?” Twilight felt like she had to say something against it, even if a part of her mind was screaming that she ask for further details of that momentous night rather than any sort of objection. “I mean, you- you said you two still see each other. Does- your father, her husband- does he know about this?”

Fluttershy, surprisingly, gave a nod. “He was a bit odd about it at first, but he doesn’t mind anymore. He and my Mom are much closer now, too, even if I don’t really know why.”

“And- and you and your D-”

“No. But I’m happy I can help my Mom have a better life,” the sweet woman said. Her interruption came swift and fierce, blocking out further unsavory ideas and help preserving the ones she deemed golden. “I guess that… Diamond Tiara and Spoiled Rich must feel the same way. I hope they get along better now than they used to. I heard they used to be so unhappy.”

“So- so did I,” Twilight said, and her own memories of parent and child came passing by before her eyes. Diamond and her mother had been a bickering brood for years now, ever since the young heiress had reached out and become friends with the young Crusaders. Yet now they were good friends- or, judging by the report in hand, far better than that. Lovers, even…

“I hope…” Fluttershy’s nerve finally gave way and the tremulous nature of her usual self came roaring back to life. “I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable, Twilight. I know I must sound very different now.”

“No! I mean, it- it is different, yes,” the brilliant princess admitted, “but I’m glad you felt like you could tell me. It means a lot that your trust me that way. And- and I won’t tell a soul, not until you’re ready to say so yourself.”

Fluttershy smiled, and with it came the sign that their strange topic of conversation could pass onto the wayside. More normal things came to life upon their tongues, old friends gaily chatting about this and that as they indulged simplicities that made them happy. Their own little worlds were of importance now, silly things that meant nothing and everything to them alone. Twilight chatted happily about new books for her library and ancient tomes of long-gone heroes; Fluttershy gave news of young wildlife that was beginning to blossom, of flowers in fields and the creatures that roamed through their midst. To those that saw them, there was not an ounce of tension or heightened interest in either one, for all their words could do now was elicit contentment.

And yet, as Twilight bid goodbye to her friend after a light meal… mind no longer distracted by other ideas, the images of Posey and Fluttershy deeply wound together by mouth and body came roaring back to her mind- a mental enough strong enough to make her heart purr even if it was wildly confusing. Just what had turned such a demure little spirit who wilted at the slightest romantic hint into a woman who delighted in the bosoms of her own mother? Surely such things were not the norm. Or maybe Twilight was trying to catch up; she considered the reactions she’d faced in regards to Spoiled and Diamond’s public tryst. Perhaps she was behind the times.

If so, the options at figuring out what was transpiring were limited. But the researcher within her was beginning to come to life, eager to discover the source of this new epidemic. Maybe it was nothing more than the world changing about her, but she wanted to know if this once-taboo offered something that normal relations didn’t. A thorough investigation was needed; was it mere arousal, strange times, or was there something so good that normal inhibitions were pushed to the wayside? She would have to go slowly, of course; take one’s time, figure out the whole thing as best she could. It also meant walking to the edge of the proverbial lion’s den, so to speak, because it meant she would have to ask for the aid of one particular person…

Part Two: Research

Sitting alone in the kitchen of her brilliant palace allowed Twilight to feel more at ease than many other places within the crystalline walls she knew to be home. She’d deliberately had it remodeled to be similar to her childhood house, from the darkened colors of the cabinetry down to the pale-yellow formica flooring that she always found to have something of a squishy feel beneath her feet. If she wished to do some hard thinking that was not research, she would forgo her desk in the library; if comfort would be a distraction, then the bedroom couldn’t do. Only here, elbows propped on the table and head quietly bowed, could she manage to put her thoughts together- or rather, see to it that she at least got the worst of them sorted.

What she was asking of herself was something she would have once called insane, perhaps only a few days ago. After all, she could easily be pushing into the realms of the taboo before day’s end; not her usual subject of material, nor one she was typically comfortable with. But goodness, the taboo seemed to be coming into its own and heaven forbid she didn’t figure out a reason why! It just so happened to require more than a few awkward questions, and also a few choices after that might go rather south. What was to come would be a series of irreversible decisions; if it all went wrong, then a treasured relationship would be permanently smeared. And considering who it involved…

Twilight released her hands from their meditative state and allowed them to snatch out for the glass of clear gin before her, downing the burning liquid without a second’s hesitation. Would the alcohol help? Not likely, but she needed something to keep her nerves in check! What was going on with her, why had she even decided to go down this road? Was she nervous, disgusted with herself, curious, excited? Goodness, she might be excited, was that something that should concern her? That could also mean bias, too, and that wouldn’t be helpful; she had to be impartial if she wanted to get good results. No personal feelings involved, no pull one way or the other. This needed her not to get blood pumping or being arous-

“Oh hell,” the young princess whispered, and though her nerves desired further use of the substance, she knew it would be best to avoid any more alcohol. She needed her brain in top form rather than an inebriated mess.

Even though she buried her face in her hands to avoid the burning of shame upon her face, Twilight’s inwardly-focused senses couldn’t quite drown out the sound of life beyond her miniature space. Down below where the entrance doors to her palace met the open world came the sound of footsteps clacking upon the floor, soon followed by the creak of a great door slamming shut. And though it arrived in the thin sound of a distant echo, to her ears came the call of a woman’s voice as she cried out, “Twilight? Hello!”

Her heart skipped a beat, or perhaps two. She had hoped for more time to continue in her self-reflection, a better chance to look within and push any intrusive thoughts out- but a quick glance at the clock showed the hands to be pointed high. So occupied with her inner workings that Twilight hadn’t even realized how much time had passed! Taking a leap from her seat that soon fell into a stumble as her left foot got caught on a leg of her chair, Twilight managed to keep herself upright for long enough to escape the confines of her kitchen and rush into the entrance hall where she caught herself on the railing and at last came to a halt before she could smash her face into anything solid.

“Hey- Mom, hi!” Twilight tried not to sound breathless as she spoke, and hoped that her embarrassment at such an ungainly entrance was more subdued than it felt, for currently standing at her door was her mother, eyes upon her illustrious daughter. “Sorry, I was up in the kitchen for a bit, I didn’t hear you at first.”

Velvet’s smile was warm, if not bright, as she took in the flustered form of her youngest child. To see her Twilight in a rush was commonplace, that brilliant woman constantly in search of something new to dazzle her mind; finding her at rest without a book in her hand was something a little more novel. “You’re perfectly alright, Twilight. You look lovely!”

Try as she might to maintain a relaxed atmosphere for today’s research, Twilight hadn’t allowed herself to be adorned in something slovenly; it wasn’t exactly formal, but a simple cream-colored pullover and some comfortable jeans seemed professional enough without being too much in either direction. “You- you look great yourself!” Twilight replied, and desperately hoping she didn’t blush even more as she said it. For indeed Velvet was something lovely to the eyes, and –in her daughter’s eyes- always had been.

It would seem they both possessed similar mind about the day’s events, for Velvet had arrived wearing a dark-grey sweater and jeans of a deep blue; a look built for comfort and relaxation, yet sweet and appealing to the eye. Unless one would come close and examine her thoroughly, few would truly realize Velvet’s true age. Time had been remarkably kind to her, even if her two children were magnificent at causing stress: a smooth oval face with fair skin she had gifted to her youngest, a slender frame that appeared to grant her a few extra inches of height, and a rather gifted set of hips to proudly proclaim her title as mother. And, upon further examination, also a supple bust that her innocent-looking sweater couldn’t quite hide- and her jeans that fit rather snugly did a good job of showcasing a well-crafted, if not a little plush, bottom…

Twilight forced these new reflections out of her mind as she took to the stairs, coming forward so as to greet her mother in a tight hug. Oh, the feel of Velvet in her arms was heavenly! That familiar scent she carried that spoke of comfort and home, and a hint of sweetness to it that she to be unique. Try as she might, the young royal felt her stomach give a nervous kick; somewhere within, butterflies were coming to life in a way they hadn’t before. “It’s good to see you, Mom,” she muttered.

“Oh, it’s good to see you, too, Twilight,” Velvet said, and in her eyes were the misty wetness of tears that bore a mother’s pride. “It’s been forever since I saw you last! Surely it wasn’t your coronation?”

“It- it might have been,” and the words carried within them a hint of shame. Twilight hadn’t meant for life to carry on so swiftly with so much absence of shared word. But life as a princess was becoming a busy thing, and then there were her friends- and all the chaos that constantly came to life about her… “I’m sorry, Mom. But I’m glad you get to be here now!”

“And so am I! You were so busy at the coronation I hardly got to get a good look at you. Have- have you grown?” Velvet was giving her daughter’s figure an up-and-down inspection, recalling memory of younger days when the princess had not quite stood so tall- nor quite as ample, a swift pause at her chest before darting to her own in an act of self-comparison. “Goodness, I think you have.”

“It… was a few inches, yeah,” Twilight admitted, albeit keeping well-hidden a few other measurements she had performed in deepest secrecy. “I guess something about… I know some magic can transfigure, but it’s not supposed to be a permanent effect like this was. I’ve tried to figure out why-”

She could have kept going, for few subjects were as calming and comfortable to her soul than the breadth of research she performed, but the sight of a small suitcase at her mother’s heel was enough to cut through the monologue. “Oh gosh, I’m sorry! Come on in, let me show you your room! You must be exhausted!”

“Ha! Like anyone could slow down your Mom,” Velvet said, and though the long journey from home could have easily seen her drained, those blue eyes burned as though imbibed with the strength and roar of an arctic storm. “But if you’re offering me a tour…”

The reunion could have been so awkward at first were it not for Velvet’s cheerful demeanor. Delighted to spend time with her royal daughter in the wake of so much stress and terror that had kept them separate, a simple mini-vacation was like a salve for her soul. Twilight’s mish-mash of emotions would have been a whirlpool for her mind without Velvet there to keep her anchored, and she was able to soon match the older woman’s pace with ease. Their words were friendly and warm as the older beauty was led about her youngest child’s exquisite home, carrying the comfort of younger days into the unfolded now. As always, her mother found a way to calm the tumult within that brilliance and see her soothed. Just the sort of woman she needed in her life-

For gods’ sake, can you stop for two seconds? What has gotten into you? Twilight’s attempts at focusing on her mother’s words were put to the temporary wayside so that she might deal with this latest intrusion. Ever since you saw that stupid picture of Diamond and Spoiled, you’ve been off the wall! Be scientific, not horny!

“So Twilight… what did you need my help with?” Velvet inquired, setting down her cup of tea and trying to see some measure of focus upon serious chatter. “Your letter mentioned you needed my help with some research..?”

And despite her intentional distance from the subject, the subject had decided to seek her out. Twilight pulled a face and straightened in her seat as she tried to summon the courage. “Y- yes, I did need your help,” she said. “It’s not really the most normal sort of thing I’m looking at, just so you’re aware. A psychological issue, if you want to know.”

“OK, then.” Velvet knew her daughter to be interested in the sciences, but more often turned to magic and the natural world than that of the mind. “What did you need from an old girl like me?”

More ‘aged like a fine wine’ than old. “So, uhm, first off,” Twilight said, only to rise from her place and make a mad dash from the kitchen and to her study where materials lay waiting. One particular item, a poorly-printed piece of journalistic trash, was snatched up and soon brought before Velvet for her to acquire. “OK, yeah, this- I want you to read an article in this.”

Velvet’s eyes recognized the Sunset & Sunrise for what it was and gave both it and her daughter a cock-eyed stare. “You read the gossip about yourself nowadays?” She teased.

“What? No! No, there’s an article in there that pertains to today’s research,” Twilight insisted, and hoping that no further inquiries as to why she’d even had the thing in the first place never came to be. “I want you to go- go to your room and read it, then you can meet me in my study when you’re done. OK?”

“OK…” Velvet took the tabloid in hand and let her grin carry on living. “What article did you want me to-”

“Page 15, please,” Twilight answered, and the two temporarily departed for separate destinations to leave the castle in silence.

So she’d begun. Twilight took a seat at her study in the library and all but slammed her head into the desk; stifling a groan of pain that might have been embarrassment also. Goodness, she was actually asking her own mother to look at a picture of another mom and daughter pair swapping saliva, twirling tongues! Who on earth did that sort of thing? She may as well have been giving Velvet explicit material to look at, so blatant was the photo. How would her mom react to it, or think of her because of it? Would she suspect some sort of awfulness from her daughter being at play? It wouldn’t be unjustified, and it didn’t help that Twilight was looking at her mother and discovering all sorts of appealing aspects to her. Not just physically, and goodness did she still have it, but personality-wise, too. She wasn’t doing it purposefully, but Velvet was something of a gold standard; not to mention there’d be that sweet, delicious horribleness that came with the taboo- or was it taboo any longer? After all, she was here to discover if old habits were dying.

“Oh would you just be quiet,” Twilight muttered, and she sincerely hoped that her mother would take her time so that the sheen of red across the face might have time to fade.

Time was taken, but not enough by the young woman’s standards. The sound of her mother’s footsteps came to life in her ears as they passed across crystalline flooring, moving through numerous shelves of books until Twilight Velvet appeared once more and came towards her daughter with tawdry rag in hand. To her daughter’s horror, there was upon her face an appearance of unusual mirth, if not open laughter; did she suspect, wonder what was at play here? If so, then Velvet said not even as she took the seat opposite of her researching daughter, even as her grin did not fade. What she believed was to be discovered as time ran on, and not a moment sooner.

“So I read your article,” Velvet said pleasantly, and both eyes were fixated upon her daughter. “What happens to us now?”

Oh that isn’t fair. For a moment, Twilight felt as though she was being given a reversal of roles, her mother being the one in charge rather than the other way around. “OK, so yo- you’ve read the article in mind, are… you ready to begin further questions?”

“Only if you are,” Velvet remarked, and the purr in her words were enough to make her daughter shudder. The day was going to be a difficult one.

“Alright, so- so you read the article,” Twilight began. “Did you first take in the photograph, or the article?”

“Oh… the photograph, I think,” Velvet answered. “After all, such beautiful women are sure to get your attention when they’re being intimate. Wasn’t that what they were trying to do?”

“And what were your thoughts on this photograph? Please give instant reactions.” Twilight was forcing herself to stay neutral, attuned to the questions she had written down far beforehand lest she allow her mind to roam. Heaven knew how badly her mother could tease! “Were they positive, negative, somewhere in between?”

“Oh… positive, I guess. I know it was meant to arouse, of course, but- what a job it did! The two looked positively in love, really. It was hard to see it as anything but beautiful.”

“And why would you call it that?”

“Well- why not?” Velvet remarked. “Two grown women enjoying one another is nothing to be ashamed of.”

And here comes the wind-up… “And is this affected by your knowledge of them being mother and daughter? Or was this something that escaped your knowledge?” Twilight inquired- trying to ignore the fact that she felt her breath catch.

Velvet allowed herself time to answer, even though the grin on her features was a bit too sly to fully escape being self-aware. “Ooh, a mom-and-daughter pair, are they? Well, good for them.”

So matter-of-fact. So casual about the whole thing, and enough to leave Twilight absolutely struck as she couldn’t figure what to do next. Be flirty? Cold as stone? Goodness, what did she want to be, to do? Not a single soul in all of existence could help her here! “OK, then. So is this the first mother/daughter relationship you’ve encountered?” She asked.

“Well, at least the first I’ve seen photographed. I’ve heard of a few others around me lately. They seem to have come in vogue, it would seem.”

I knew it! Twilight’s suspicions as a sudden arising in the realm of strange was proven to be founded; mother and daughter were seeking one another out for reasons unknown, seemingly binding each other together in the realms of romance. Even Fluttershy, the most conservative of their number, was already in on it! And to get her started on Applejack-

“What are your opinions on these new relationships?” Twilight asked, dutifully scribbling down both thought and remark as fast as she could manage. “Do- is there any objection that comes about because of familial relations, or do you have other thoughts on the matter?”

Surprisingly, Velvet only gave a shrug, more content to speak simply rather than give any sort of grandiose speech on her mindset. “They’re both adults. So long as neither was tricked or forced into it, then I don’t see why not they can’t be in love. Shouldn’t they be seeking what makes them happy, what makes them better?”

“And that’s all you think of such relationships?”

“That is,” Velvet said.

“OK, then- then how about adding yourself to the equation?” Twilight asked, knowing she was stammering as words fell apart in this new realm of questioning she entered. Oh, if she screwed this one up- “If you were in the midst of this level of scrunity, what would your opinions be?”

Velvet regarded her daughter for a time, wondering if there was more hidden behind those lovely eyes than perhaps she had once known. after all, she and her daughter had been kept separate for quite a while; who knew what else had come to life? “Do you think I’m pretty, Twilight?” She teased.

“Let’s try that question again!” Twilight cried as she flushed red. “Would you be willing to have a relationship with your daughter if you were given the opportunity?” Oh my gosh, that is way too forward. Just ask her for nudes and get it over with, if you’re going to be so bold!

“Oh… I think so, yes,” Velvet answered, and in her deep-blue eyes was a gleam of life and mischief that had not been present before. “I know it would be a bit difficult, with her and I being so far away, but I wouldn’t mind making it work.”

“And this thought is not hampered by the reality that you are still married?” Are you trying to make your mother cheat? That is so hot- I mean, what is wrong with you?

“I think I could work it out. At least, I bet it would help me feel better,” Velvet said calmly, and out did her hand stretch so as to caress the wrist of her trembling daughter. “There’s been so many times I’ve wished for someone younger to help spice things up. You know… make me feel like a girl again.”

“Is- is that so..?”

Velvet allowed herself to stretch out in her seat, the hem of her comfortable sweater arising with the movement and displaying some of her midriff; smooth and fair, not even an inch of pudginess to be found. Somehow this woman defied age and continued to maintain that slim physique Twilight had known her to have even in youth. How she did it was beyond imagining. “Oh, it just comes with the territory, I guess,” she drawled. “You know… you get comfortable, people become routine, things just become normal. You find yourself wishing for just a little spark to help make things interesting again, does that make sense?”

“I suppose it does,” Twilight breathed, and hoping dearly that she did not allow her features to display her desirous thoughts too deeply. “Does marriage bring monotony by default, then? Is that what you’re suggesting?”

“Oh, to an extent. It gets difficult to add some spice here and there. But the idea of someone new adding themselves to the mix,” Velvet remarked with a silken purr, “Seeking me out- to feel like a girl on the market was always a delight.”

“Explain that, please.”

“Just that it’s nice to be wanted. To have someone making eyes at you is often such a young person’s game. To be who I am now and have a pretty young princess lusting for me would be just the thing I need to get back into the swing of things.”

It began to dawn upon Twilight that her control of this conversation was slipping away fast and moving into a direction she wasn’t sure she was capable of dealing with. It wasn’t that it was unpleasant, of course, but how was she supposed to perform any sort of quality research if her emotions were overriding her common sense? Rationality and logic had to prove the stronger here, not whatever sort of desires were trying to consume her brain. Was her mother into this conversation? Was she just teasing, trying to drive her youngest nuts? It wouldn’t be the first time she’d fouled up one of Twilight’s experiments for fun. But when it was such a precarious topic as this…

“So you have no qualms with the current rise in sapphic, incestuous relationship,” Twilight stated, hoping for the echo to be of assent- or at least something!

“None at all,” Velvet said lightly. “They seem fun, truth be told. And kinda hot.”

Calm yourself now. “And why is that? What about it appeals to you?” Twilight inquired, not quite able to fully control her stammer.

“Oh… a multitude of things,” Velvet said, her eyes upon her daughter and positively gleaming; gaze traced along body, taking in Twilight’s tall figure and finding trademarks assets to have been graced with quality enhancement across the board. “A few juicy reasons. I guess it would take too much time to explain.”

“This- this is an experiment, you know,” Twilight tried to protest.

“Then maybe later,” Velvet breathed. “After all, I don’t quite know how to put them into words. Maybe you could help me with that?”

Was that an invitation? Twilight was absolutely sputtering here, drifting far away from her days as a confident royal and reverting back in time to the young, naïve, and easily frazzled young girl she’d once been. For one who had tried to be scientific about this entire phenomenon that had come alive before her eyes, it at last occurred to her that this entire thing looked almost akin to creating a dating profile made to entice one. If her mother had caught on to this before her, then there was no telling what was coming next. Perhaps something very bad, or very, very delicious-

“OK, so that is the end of our questionnaire portion,” Twilight managed, and the dimples of her cheeks were a fine shade of red that couldn’t be confined even by effort. “If you are willing to proceed further with this research topic, then I would warn you that there may be some measure of discomfort that comes as we progress from here on out.”

Velvet’s spirited smirk began to falter as she took in this new proclamation, a tension befalling her form and seeing her casual demeanor fade. “Oh..?”

“Yes, so- so if you feel the need to halt any proceedings from here on out, you are welcome to do so, as that would be considered part of research.”

“OK, then…”

Twilight put down her scratchwork on paper, doing whatever she could to not look anywhere in her mother’s direction. Oh, how strange her next words were going to be! Or were they? Velvet hadn’t seemed particularly bothered by anything as of yet, and it wasn’t as though there was no measure of tension between them that could be misconstrued –yes, definitely that- as something of a sexual nature. If anyone was likely to be found uncomfortable moving on, it was likely to be the researcher herself. After all, when one tried to be impartial and yet still had a vested interest in the outcome for reasons that were becoming personal- The royal researcher was failing to keep herself in check, no matter how she put it.

“So- so from here, we move into a measure of physical testing,” Twilight said, wondering if she was now flushing color or become more pale than usual. “Since we will only begin with the most minor of stimulation, this means that we will now need to- to-”

Velvet’s smile began to regain some strength of life within it. “Yes, sweetheart..?”

If only she’d had any nerve-! “That means we will now- kiss, and- and see what sort of response this elicits,” the scientist tried to stammer, and within her heart was a quickened pulse. Blood rushing through her body, sending power of electricity and trying to drive her brain wild. “Whether positive or negative.”

“Oh! Alright, then,” Velvet said, scooting her chair closer until she was just before her daughter, the barest brushings of body as the two were almost atop one another now. The space was becoming shared between them, the heat of breath clinging to skin and sending senses to gooseflesh. “That’s what you were worried would bother me?”

“I mean- and you’re OK with this?” Twilight had to ask, trying to ensure that there was no way out for either of them. “This isn’t being too strange or anyth-”

“Twilight. Honey, I’m fine,” Velvet said, and she laid her calming hand atop her daughter’s trembling one to see fretful nerves somewhat soothed. “You can kiss me. I won’t mind.”

“And- and you’re sure?”

Velvet gleamed. “Kiss me, sweetheart. Try not to like it too much.”

She had meant to maintain control throughout. This whole thing had been her idea from the beginning, how had it spun out of her hands so quickly? Twilight had descended from regal ability to a trembling mess with only a few flirtatious words and gestures as though she were a teenage girl untangling her first crush! How had Velvet somehow wrested control of this meeting so easily? Was this just what her mother was, someone dominant and in power? Could she be like this all the time and somehow the knowledge of it had eluded her daughter for years gone by? The struggling princess worried she found that thought a bit too arousing, too enticing- she was still trying to get some sort of data out of this. What would happen if she liked her mother’s kiss too much? Or worse, what if Velvet thought her a bad kisser? Oh, there were so many ways this could go wrong! What was she supposed to do?

“Don’t leave me hanging, now,” came the velvety voice of her mother, those bright eyes of the ocean beckoning for their union of lips to begin sooner, not later. “You don’t think I’m ugly, do you?”

“What? No, of course not! I’d love to kiss you! Goodness’ sake,” Twilight gabbled. How on earth was she such a wretched mess already?

“Well, then, Twi, why don’t you pucker up? You’re just leading me on, aren’t you?”

“Oh for heaven’s sake- here!” Frustrated with herself, her mother, and everything else that could possibly elicit a reaction out of her, Twilight cast her notes aside so that she might fully grasp her mother’s face; when fingers held a firm grip upon flesh and hair alike, she pulled those lovely features towards hers and saw their lips unite in one fervent, embarrassed, yet unintentionally passionate kiss.

If there had been shame within her, hesitancy, any tinge of unwilling that had wished for this moment not to be, the instant Twilight felt her mother’s kiss was all it took for them to disappear completely. Oh, the feel of Velvet was intoxicating, enough to make her swoon and eyes close so as to better savor the contentment! Those lips were so firm, just the perfect size and wondrously tender against her own. But then there was the flavor, the warmth of her- was she wearing lip gloss? That small tinge of cherries was unmistakable, as if… Velvet had wanted to make out right from the very beginning. Her mother wanted her! The very idea, even if unconfirmed, intensified the serotonin rush and saw the heat within the young princess’ grow wild. Oh, the thought of she and her mother having-

There was a moment when between them was an empty space, enough to break the lovely royal’s heart in two. Velvet was leaving her behind? But she wasn’t done yet! Yearning, desperate for just a little more, Twilight leaned forward and hoped that she might find her partner had not truly departed- and was soon rewarded with a new sensation of pressure upon her mouth, this one much softer and containing not the awkward ferocity of their first union. This was so much smoother, softer, a gentleness meant to soothe hurt feelings and see to a slowing of the heart. Upon her face came the gentle caress of fingers tracing along the lines, slowly moving over skin and through hair, bringing body closer so as to breathe in that sweet scent of lavender. Twilight did not resist but instead melted into her mother’s grasp, matching Velvet’s pressure as best she could.

One more brief departure before reuniting in a kiss, then another- this time their severing came slowly, a lingering thing as mother released daughter from her sapphic grasp. Twilight still leaned out, perhaps hoping for one last touch of those cherried lips, but found nothing in the emptiness and she knew that the moment had ended. Eyes opened slowly to reveal the world about her had somehow not been transformed by the magnificence of their union but instead remained the same crystalline library that surrounded them from the beginning- save for that her mother’s hands were now entwined with her own and held fast.

“Ooh…” Twilight’s mind was still clouded by heat. What else was there to think about beside the lustrous delight she had just tasted? Her world was fog, save for the sight of her mother sitting before her; by instinct her eyes sought out the curves and lines of body, each asset that could be easily found and allowing imagination to fill the gaps. There was so much to take in- to enjoy.

“Ooh, you are a good kisser,” Velvet glowed, and though she retained more self-control the tinge of pink upon her face was not easily dispelled. “What have you been up to since you left home, sweetheart? Anyone special I should know about?”

“Not anymore,” Twilight said, and relieved because of it. There was to be no scandal on her end that she could think of, nothing that could dilute the ecstasy that had come from Velvet’s kiss. “But you- I like your kiss the best.”

“I’m flattered,” Velvet breathed, and so close was she now that she may as well have been in the princess’ lap, drinking in the fullness of her daughter’s figure and fantasy running rampant as she considered what possibly lay beneath. “I- I hope you don’t mind having a few more…”

“Can it be- you know, a little more than just a kiss?” Twilight said, and through her body ran a tremble; she had crossed the point of no return and found everything on the other side worth it so far. Why should she fear a union so intimate and powerful when the merest tastings were heavenly? “For research, of course, since I just- I’m curious, and that sort of thing, especially since-”

“Do you want me, Twilight?”

“Oh my god, yes,” the splendid princess cried, her body reaching such a boiling point that she knew not how to withstand the heat. Between suffering and becoming a liquid mess, how much better would it be to melt! “I’m sorry, I know I took forever to say it! Just take me- please!”

Velvet’s eyes gleamed in delight, those cool and lovely pools of pale blue turning steely as this new role was offered to her. She would play lead tonight, rule over her beautiful daughter and see to their total satisfaction- and Twilight was offering herself up completely, to be at her every beck and call for whatever lovemaking she wished! This succulent meal before her had become a feast, and how she couldn’t wait to dig in.

Their excursion through the halls took time, a rather difficult trek for a distance so small. But no complaints were to be found, for every pause was only a time in which their longing for each other could not withstand waiting, mother and daughter wrapping themselves in desire and seeing to a cavalcade of wild, physically affectionate kisses. It mattered not who clung to who or which wall upon which they fell, for the feeling of one another was all that mattered in the midst of their beginning frolic.

Twilight was allowed the pleasure to be totally in her mother’s control, no weight of crown or responsibility seeing that she take the moment into command; oh, to be utterly ensnared by such a gorgeous, mature woman~! It was the fantasy that had run rampant through her mind for months now, impossible to cast aside and desperate to be fulfilled; now, in the reality of it, the imagined seemed to pale in comparison. How forceful Velvet could be, pressing hard against her and seeing their lips mesh so deeply, how there would be caresses of flesh across body and bosom alike- how desperately her mother wanted her! The totality of feeling was indescribable.

“Oh my god…” Twilight breathed, her words hardly more than muffled sound as Velvet’s lips continuously fell upon hers in their frenzied embrace. “Mom! You’re –Mmm!- you taste amazing- Ahmm…”

“Ah-ah!” The flurry of delighted kisses came to a screeching halt, so fast that the princess was left scandalized. Pinning her daughter against the hallway wall, Velvet saw lips made separate and she leered at Twilight as though disappointed by the sight of her. “You need to get into the spirit of things, sweetheart. Why not call me Mommy tonight, hmm?”

What part of her brain that hadn’t been fully convinced saw Twilight left agape by the bold demand. Goodness, who was more attracted to? She knew full well she’d been fantasizing about her mother off-and-on for weeks now, but the fact that Velvet was so readily enjoying this… Was it supposed to be this kinky? Pet names right in the beginning of foreplay seemed so strange.

“Please? Please? For your dear mother?” Velvet pleaded. She leaned in so close that her breath fell hot upon her daughter’s lips, the presence of her mouth just a hair’s breadth away and meant to tease. The sight of those brilliant eyes that seemed to glow like jewels touched with sunlight, the feel of her hair tickling her cheeks… “It would just turn me on…”

There was still a small droplet of shame in her mind that wouldn’t quite allow it, so Twilight sought to resolve the request with a kiss- only for Velvet to lean back just out of range, still determined to have her way. “Mom, it’s- it’s weird enough already.”

“Oh, but I thought you wanted me,” Velvet purred, and about her daughter’s succulent form did she wrap herself, determined that the only ounce of separation to be found was that of their lips. “And here I thought you were a nice girl, so kind to others. Are you being bratty again, Twilight?”

“Ooh…” So close yet so out of reach, Twilight yearned for the feel of her mother again. She needed to know that body, feel every inch of her, enjoy her flavor until it was all her senses could possibly know and be left drunk on it! Why on earth was she hesitating?! “O- OK. Mommy.”

“Now that’s my girl,” Velvet said, and upon Twilight’s lips did she leave a kiss of special magnificence- with just a hint of tongue slipping out to tinge that thin pair with dampness. She would reward this new obedience with a gift or two, though perhaps slowly. “There now, was that so hard?”

“I mean it’s just a bit- oh!” The shudder that ran through her body was unsummoned; Velvet was leaving a trail of kisses across her features, moving from lips to cheek, cheek to ear and then down the neck so as to ignite flesh. These were gentler than their earlier liplocks, more tender and romantic. Yet their frail presses were more potent because of it and were doing wonders at consuming the younger woman’s attentions.

“You were saying?” Velvet paused as she caught Twilight’s words come to an end. Just a bit away from the neck, halfway through leaving another kiss and the broken rhythm was torturous to endure-

“Nothing, Mommy. Ah!” The renewal of those slithering kisses set her hair on end and Twilight reeled; oh heaven help her, who knew her mother could feel this spectacular! Was it the taboo of their rendezvous that enhanced the sensation? Was Velvet just that much better of a partner? Or was there something special about this union, belonging to mother and daughter alone and none other? She could hardly ponder the concept when so much blissful feeling was turning her mind into a haze.

“So beautiful,” Velvet murmured. A gentle tug at the neckline of her pullover so that her bust might be exposed and graced with a few touches of lips upon flesh- each gentle press eliciting a squeak from the delighted royal. “So lovely… and I get to have you all to myself, don’t I?”

Yes- Mommy,” Twilight gasped, and for a heartbeat she feared that the affection might end due to her hesitation. Oh, she needed Velvet to continue, this gentle de-robing making her electric!

Another tug, this time at the shoulders so that the rest of the pullover might be cast aside, and there at the end of the simple task did Velvet kiss her daughter, this time leaving a thorough coating of saliva upon those lips. “That picture looked so worn and tussled. Have you been looking at it a lot lately?”

“Yes, Mommy.” Her breasts were exposed now, the white bra about her bosoms unfastened to reveal their grandeur for her mother’s optical pleasure; pure in appearance and form, no blemish upon her royal chest to be seen, complete with dark-colored nipples as though a gift’s bow. Velvet’s fingers found them and began to knead at flesh, an occasional finger coming about to rub hard around the areola. “Ooh, wow.”

“Have you fantasized about me lately, Twilight?” Velvet was pressing hard against her youngest, grinding that fine figure that had remained so slender and lovely throughout her years, a fine wine on the verge of being drunk. “Wished that it was me and you?”

“Yes, Mommy,” Twilight said, and her heart nearly blocked the words from escaping. Velvet felt like heaven upon her and the actual sex hadn’t even started yet; just intentional, potent foreplay that was making her absolutely melt until she was nothing but a desperate mess, and how she loved it~!

“Now, what sort of mother would I be if I didn’t indulge my favorite girl?” Velvet mused; one hand slipped down into her daughter’s jeans and began to tease the puffy lips below, seeing them made enflamed even more. “Even if I do get to have a little fun out of it.”

“Please, Mommy!” Twilight cried, and even to her surprise was the force of her plea. She couldn’t wait, needing to see Velvet’s perfect body before her mind burst from the anticipation and see her fall before her heart’s delight transpired not. “I can’t wait, I really can’t. Stop teasing me already!”

“If you insist,” Velvet sighed, though her smile positively shone with delight. “Your bedroom or mine?”

“Mine, it’s- just hurry, please!” Fingers fell together and mother was led on by daughter for the only time in their foray, heading through the palace halls to the darkened corner where the brilliant royal held her chambers, crashing through the crystalline door and into a darkened room of surprising grandeur. A stately canopy frame holding aloft a tall and spacious mattress, made plush with darkened bedcovers and obscured only slightly from view by satin by burgundy bedcurtains trimmed with gold lining. Upon its center did Twilight leap, turning herself about so that she might face her mother and quickly tearing away jeans and what underwear lay beneath until she was completely bare, delicate flower below dripping with nectar. “Where were we?”

Only a few moments later were they reunited again, this time with no fabric or clothing to distance them. That beautiful moment when Velvet saw clothing rent from body was one that would be engrained into Twilight’s mind for the rest of her life, for surely she’d never seen any form so sumptuous: perhaps a smaller chest than her own, but that incomparable bottom was so thicc and juicy, a perfect place upon which to hold fast. And that sleek, slender frame, skin still so smooth as it defied the wearing of time… their individual longings could not be restrained as they united lips atop the bed, lustful desires blooming into genuine romance as sighs wafted up into the air.

Twilight couldn’t stop her hands from flowing across her mother’s body even as the flavor of their kisses consumed her heart. Every inch felt so silken and soft- and that ass was perfect! Would it be wrong if she pinched it? A small spank, maybe? She wasn’t really in charge of this whole affair, maybe just a good squeeze would do; fingers sank in deep, a massage deep into the muscle that made her want to titter. She could just let them remain there forever!

Velvet, however, remained more exploratory; the feel of her daughter’s youthful figure, so fresh and full of life, was an addiction to her heart that she longed to hold strong. Oh, those breasts, this wondrously buxom child of hers! She could just play with them forever, see nipple turn hard beneath her fingers with each twitch and flick that she fancied- but what about the rest of this delicious beauty? The feel of her hair beneath her hands, the contours of her face, how her body curved downwards to a petite bottom; with so much delicious skin to stroke, how could she remain in one place for long? Twilight was what she wanted to relish, and that meant all of her- all at once!

“Open your mouth, sweetheart,” Velvet commanded, a firm order given in a gentle whisper.

The young princess could do nothing but comply, opening wide and beginning to salivate as she longed for further tastings of her mother’s lips. Oh, it had ended too soon-

A slight rise from her seat and Velvet loomed above her daughter, mouth open and letting a thin string of spittle trickle from her serpentine tongue. One moment and there it fell on Twilight’s tongue, just a gentle tinge to ignite the taste buds-

The sigh from the younger woman may well have been a cry of exultation. Oh heaven help her, this was incredible! More and more did she lap at her mother’s saliva, desperate for every droplet that fell upon her hungering tongue; to think that the lips had been so delicious, now she was gifted with this! Unfiltered, pure flavor of Velvet in liquid form, falling into her gaping mouth and making her eager to drink it all. She needed more of this sweetness- no, all of it! She wanted her mother to spit in her mouth, on her face, to drink her dry~! Unable to withstand her yearnings for another moment, about her mother’s neck did she embrace and pull Velvet close, outstretched tongues melding together in sloppy, slobbering harmony.

Their kisses became a slippery dance, tongue upon tongue and twirling about together in the open air. Speckles of drool trickled down and spattered across their pressed breasts, the aftermath of their loving joust. It mattered not who overpowered the other, who consumed more; the satisfaction of their partner was paramount, more important than anything in their lives. Twilight wished to hear the happy sighs of her mother’s continue on, each breath a huff of potent delight; Velvet needed to listen to her daughter’s coos, know that her beautiful princess was enraptured by the moment. They would press and lick, kisses coming close and far so as to admire the handiwork before returning to the frolic. Tongues meshed and dancing, lips soaked and plying, hands moving across female form and desiring further touch as heart, mind, and soul itself needed more, more, more! The two lovers bonded by blood were reaching a breaking point and at the precipice of eruption-

Twilight gave a start as she felt strong, slender legs wrap about her waist, particularly when a new slickness was pressed against her own drowning folds. Had that just been instinct, natural reaction? She half-wanted to inquire, but Velvet would not allow it, positively drowning her in tonguework and making her loopy. Besides, the next gentle thrust was answer enough; no more waiting. The time for this desperate, shameless love to be consummated was now. So when another wave of pressure fell against her, the princess was there to meet it with a force of her own.

They did not separate from one another, even if it made the union perhaps a touch difficult. Twilight dared not to relinquish her mother’s lips, needing that tongue massaging across her own perhaps for the rest of time. So what if this occasion took time? Another thrust, another meshing of fluids, another wiggle of tonguework; there was so much of her to enjoy and she needed it all at once. A new thrust- her fingers squeezed deep into bottomflesh, pulling her mother in close so that this movement might linger. Oh, this was good! Not as potent, but how the pleasure lingered just a little longer! A few more swift strikes, she offering nothing, and then a heady clash as the squelch of fusing flowers carried on.

Velvet, despite her continued control of their lovely entanglement, was struggling to hold back; it had been too long since she had felt a pleasure of this kind, the memory of college days when she’d known the joys of women far too back in her past. And that her return to this glory would be with her own daughter- that her youngest had actually fantasized about her! With so much taboo trendiness about her, the roiling heat within was making her berserk and on the verge so quickly. Twilight was trying to slow the rhythm, see the pleasure made to last longer and known more deeply- to hell with that! She needed to be one with her daughter now! A series of forceful thrust below to help stagger the lovely princess with affection was enough, and hands went free to that sweet young face and saw it ensnared; one hand about the back, another across the cheek as she plucked that tongue free and began to suckle.

Twilight’s moans that had been momentarily muffled by the frenzy of lips and tongue, now free to their world, was like honey upon the ear. How she couldn’t bear to not listen to that glorious symphony! A thrust, a suck of tongue, a sigh; a press, lips massaging across dribbling morsel, a coo. Each action saw them more unified, more deeply entwined, positively drenched in thick coating and eager for another layer. Velvet was on the edge, and all she needed was a little more of this heavenly excellence to send her over! Desperately did she press the advantage until Twilight was nothing more than an ecstatic, sapphic mess in her arms, gasping and struggling for breath even as she sang so beautifully-

The royal paramour was entrapped, held hostage in this woman’s grasp, and so in love that she cared not to change even the slightest bit of it. Oh, why resist her mother’s movements? She should join in the scissor, unite their folds together until the viscous flood down below left them soaked to the bone. Melt at the feeling of her mother’s aggressive kisses until her tongue was sucked completely dry- especially when those smooth lips could massage so wonderfully! Let Velvet hold her completely captive, elicit every emotion from her, see them sink into the depths and never rise again! She kept pushing, kept moaning aloud, kept coming closer and closer to her mother’s flowing heat and needing more~!

The storm at last struck, and with the force of a hurricane did the two lovers crash. The two forms that had been so frenetic with movement and sound suddenly came to a freezing halt, more like a statue than living flesh as they became one. Twilight’s tongue was still caught in Velvet’s syrupy snare as the force of water crashed within her and spilled out, lightning in her brain turning a darkened world bright once, twice- no, three times over! Ooh, she’d known orgasm, but not like this! It was as if her very being was gifted the whole totality of all the world’s pleasure all at once, so much to take in that it could only arrive slowly. Frozen, enraptured with love, the regal princess that had tried her very best to be a scientist was unable to do anything but embrace the flow, letting every wave fall until at last she was brought from the sea and onto shore. What had felt like an eternity had passed before she regained conscious thought, before movement of life within her bones could be found. But the delight still quivered deep, and the content that now began to seep in was unparalleled. And all because of Velvet…

The two trembling, weakened women slowly separated, their chaotic frenzy of affection falling away like sun behind the horizon. Did they understand what had just transpired, how deeply wondrous it had been? It seemed as though they’d only been given a glimpse into a beautiful, exciting world; even this absolutely bombast that left them gasping for air had felt like only a first step. They held one another but only just, eyes upon one another yet not fully focused. The fire that had burned hot within them had left more than a few marks, and time was needed before they could assess the aftermath.

“… Mom?” Twilight was the first to recover strength of speech, perhaps her royal powers granting her a more speedy recovery.

“Yes… yes, sweetheart?” Velvet murmured. Her magnificent body still heaved, lungs working overtime to be refilled with air after such a strenuous forging of bonds.

“Did- that was the best thing I’d ever felt in my life,” Twilight said, and though they had just came together, she couldn’t help but feel a mite sheepish after such a confession. “How was it for you?”

“Twilight, I… I’ve had plenty of sleepless nights in my life,” Velvet said slowly, “One man… and more than a few women. But you… I have never had any sex like that before. Oh, Twilight~!” Embracing her daughter, the older woman saw the two lovers fall upon the pillows in a stream of tired giggles, kisses coming to life between them as the serotonin saw the inevitable period of rest begin. There was naked flesh to caress, love to still bring to life, but now it could be a gentle thing; remain in their embrace even as the fire left them behind.

“I guess that’s why Diamond and Spoiled were so smitten with each other,” Twilight mused as her mother tended to the tussles in her hair. “If it feels that good for a mom and daughter pair to have sex, then… well, how could they resist?”

“You think it’s better because of us being mother and daughter?” Velvet asked. “Or is your mother just that good?”

“That, too!” Twilight added with a giggle. “But you definitely feel better than any partner I’ve had. So natural, like I’m supposed to make love with you. It’s weird, sort of. But in a good way.”

“In a good way.” Velvet regarded her daughter, the beauty of her nakedness and just how deeply she had enjoyed it. There was so much of her she wanted to explore even still, more facets of her body that needed to be enjoyed; after so much wondering and curiosity, it had been heaven to delight in at least a small portion of it. After all those years of not being in vogue, how lovely it had been to make love with her daughter and be trendy again; why, it might be the best gift she’d ever had. “I’m glad I could help you with your research.”

“So am I! There’s just- so much to go over, and I don’t even know where to begin!” Twilight remarked. “How it felt, emotions prior to having sex, why the sex felt so good- hmm.” The brilliant royal pondered the numerous questions that whirled through her mind and cast an occasional glance at her mother. Questions required answers, and that also meant a few ideas might need to be put into further practice. “Would… would you be up for a little more? Different positions, things like that? We can just talk about this one for a little while if you need a moment to rest.”

There was plenty to discuss, and all the time in the world for them to be completely thorough on every topic. Velvet had come packed and ready to stay a few days, after all.

Author's Note

I think I did this one a little more justice than last time. Who knows, definitely not me.

Enjoy, I guess.