Back on the Farm

by KingdaKa

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Porn, Fetish, Cloudy Quartz, Pinkie Pie, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Human
Length: 11964

Pinkie's visit back home reveals to her mother just how free-spirited her daughter has become.

Pinkie Pie always was the wild child.
Well, maybe more of a free spirit. Her mother was a quiet soul, and her dear daughter's more energized personality was sometimes a bit difficult to manage. Cloudy Quartz didn't feel bad that she'd eventually left home- goodness, she was glad that Pinkie was able to have success and spread joy wherever she went.

She didn't expect a surprise visit back home.
Or why Pinkie was visiting in the first place.

Part of the 'Mommy Dearest' collection.
Art by nelljoestar.
Featured, as of 5/21/24. Thanks, y'all.

Published 2024-05-21 17:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2024-05-21 17:10:01 UTC

Back On the Farm

A slow awakening as pale, golden light filtered in from the bedroom window and down onto her weary features. The tendrils of the dawn had crept in from the outside world to find her, see to her rising from a comfortable and dreamless sleep. And as it had been for too long now, she awoke to find the other side of her bed empty. Cold. Devoid of life.

It still felt so unnatural.

Cloudy Quartz reached out a hand to the empty half of the bed she never had used, almost in enough of a dream state to make herself believe that she would feel residual body heat from one who had just left, not the soft coldness of untouched bedsheets. But the more her mind demanded that she awaken, the more the unrelenting pang of reality made her recall that she was a widower. There was never to be another on that side of the bed again.

How wrong does it feel to be halved like this.

It hadn’t been anyone’s fault; no one could have seen it coming, not even the man himself who suffered it. A heart attack that violent would have required an instant reaction from people far more versed in the medical field than she or her daughters, but the best they could offer him was a final journey back into the house, and a peaceful few minutes on the couch before finally passing. She wanted to feel guilty, feel like she should have done something more- but Cloudy was not one to be fooled by wily emotions like grief. She had done everything she could, and had been there in her husband’s final moments. It was only the sorrow that their farewell from this world had not been a united thing many years down the road that still haunted her.

That, and this farmstead that so often now was empty save for herself.

Truth be told, that was a great deal her own fault. After Igneous’ passing, Cloudy had despaired all the more deeply at the sight of her daughters seeming so aimless after their father’s passing. Limestone spent more time than normal in a temper, needing to be away from others. Sweet little Marble had begun to speak so rarely that what words slipped past her lips were barely audible and hoarse. Even Maud had begun to show signs of emotion, real verve in her speech. The loss of their father so suddenly, so unexpectedly… of course it had affected the girls. So Cloudy had suggested they take time away, be anywhere else but the epicenter of their sorrow. And to her great surprise, all three of them had agreed to heed her words. Marble and Limestone had decided to travel across the country, visiting whichever place tickled their fancy whenever they pleased; the last word she had received from them was a postcard from Vanhoover, and that had been six months ago. Maud had volunteered for a geological research team that would be globetrotting for the next year.

All in all, the farmstead was rather quiet now. Perhaps that was for the best; Cloudy’s first month of solitude had been a fruitful one, even if it had been incredibly upsetting. Speaking to the ghosts in her walls, the nightmares of her past returning to life- not at all pleasant, but necessary. The conversations had been painfully illuminating, allowing the year’s worth of grief she’d been bearing to finally dissipate rather than linger upon her bones like weight. Her weight had begun to stabilize rather than continuously drop- the third month had even seen her gain back a few healthy pounds. The silence had become comfortable rather than something lonesome; her thoughts could be heard even if the wind blew.

Now, however… six months of living alone after years spent in a house filled with kindred had become a little lonesome. Closer to two years of being a widow than ever before, Cloudy found herself yearning for more companionship than what her isolated world afforded her. A neighbor checked in from time to time, friendly gestures to see how things were; welcome pleasantries, but not quite enough to stem the tide. Solitude was becoming too much of a norm for her tastes. Try as she might, the once demure and reclusive Cloudy Quartz was discovering she wished to have some company. Perhaps the many years beside her husband, raising the gaggle of girls she called her children, had changed something in her.

It is not good for man to be alone, Cloudy thought, and the same must go for women, too.

The day began as so many others had: with work. And being the sole pair of hands left on the stead, that meant Cloudy had plenty for her to accomplish.

Breakfast came first: a few eggs and some slices of bacon were all she needed- her stomach had never been very large. And then came the arduous tasks of seeing to whatever wear and tear the house was finding itself in the midst of; broken springs in the mattress, one of the legs on the chair needed mending, the couch cushions needed new feathers to help see it fluffed the washtub was filthy and required a thorough cleaning, clothes needed to be washed…

By the time Cloudy was done with work in the interior of the house, the sun was well on its way to being high in the sky. And so much still needed to be done across the whole of the farm. She needed to check their yield in the eastern fields, sort through last week’s trove that still awaited her judgment in the barn, setting the northern fields to be ready for tilling… it would be a miracle if she kept up at this point. Her daughters returning to the nest would be welcome, just so she could begin to keep this place at a steady pace rather than continuously declining.

“It will get done, in time,” Cloudy said to herself, wiping sweat and grime from her brow, doing her best to survey her home and not feel overwhelmed by the sheer volume what required her care. “The girls will come home again someday, and things…”

They would never be quite normal. But they would become something she could find comfort in. Eventually.

Cloudy’s thoughts had absorbed her; taken her focus away from the world about her that it was a time before she realized something was amiss. A silhouette on the horizon that had not been there before now drew her attentions, the aging farmwoman peering out at who –or what- now came to her home. Had Mrs. Jergens decided to pay another visit?

It certainly doesn’t look like her; too swift in pace, and no limp, Cloudy determined. Limestone or Marble? No, only one person was visible. Maud? Not tall enough. Just who was…

The sound of a bright, endlessly cheery voice echoed across the vast expanse of dry earth that the aged matriarch knew as home, its familiar peal a sweet sound in her ear- and enough to trigger recognition. Now the silhouette she saw coming towards her bore marks of the familiar. What came towards her was a sight she had not seen since the days following her husband’s funeral, and was perhaps the most welcome sight she’d had in many, many months. What came racing towards her was not ill news or a doting voice, but a vivacious thing so full of life that this empty and tranquil farmstead had never been enough to contain an ounce of it.

The strange prodigal daughter, the oddball, the most joyful and bright that the whole of the Pie family had ever known, was making her way down the farm’s main road and right towards her in a hurry, shouting loud and proud strong words of friendly greeting.

“But… what on earth is Pinkie doing here?” Cloudy couldn’t help but wonder.

If she was supposed to have time to process the matter, Cloudy wasn’t allowed it. What would have taken the average person several minutes to traverse only took Pinkie a spare few seconds, she barreling towards her mother with such an enthusiasm that the dust trails behind her looked like they would reach the clouds in the sky above. There was pink- so much pink, so much color, and suddenly so much person!

“Hiiiiii, Mom!” The cry was enough to rupture unfamiliar eardrums, Cloudy feeling arms wrap about her and see her lifted well off the ground- and more than a few feet away from where she’d been standing. If she hadn’t grown up being well used to such enthusiasm, Pinkie’s wild happiness might have actually caused her quite a fright. But after so many months of solitude, and even more time without the desperate feeling of physical affection, this ferocious outpouring of physical affection was better than anything she’d felt in years. Pinkie’s hugs were a force of nature, impossible to ignore and unrelenting in their fierceness; one could not escape the sensations they brought. But they also brought warmth, the tenderness of genuine love. And Cloudy was more than vulnerable enough to overlook all deficiencies in favor of such a wondrous outpouring.

“Hello, Pinkie!” Cloudy said- or perhaps more accurately wheezed, considering what pressure her daughter’s arms had put upon her lungs. The smile came unbidden, instinctive; Pinkie’s happiness was physically infectious. “Goodness gracious, I didn’t expect to see you at all! I didn’t even know you were visiting!”

“That’s cause it was a surprise, Mom! I didn’t even tell Maud or Limestone or Marble that I was coming!” As the older matriarch was settled back on her feet, Pinkie came into fuller focus: a frizzy-haired, bright-eyed woman with an infectious smile that could make even the gloomiest of hearts want to radiate happiness. Dressed in her usual frilly pink dress that fell to just beyond her knees, the young woman was a bombast of color and life that was a bit dazzling to the eyes. Buxom, a little more plush every time she saw her, her wild child was a sight for sore eyes and a delight to the lonesome mother that was glad to play host once again.

“Well, you certainly have me very happy to see you!” Cloudy said, arms about her daughter’s waist and eagerly returning that wide smile with a smaller, but just as genuine, one of her own. “It is a delight to see you, Pinkie.”

“And I’m so glad to see you, too, Mom! You look hot! Like, wow-” Pinkie grinned, but paused as she took in the surroundings of her old home. “Hey, where is everyone? I know Maud said she and the others had been away- is nobody back yet?”

“Not… no, dear, it’s just me here right now,” Cloudy admitted. She knew there wasn’t an ounce of cruel judgment in her daughter, but Pinkie’s examination of the family homestead wasn’t exactly pleasant to witness. Igneous had done such a good job of maintaining the place, and now that it was only Cloudy… “I’m running a bit behind on things today.”

“Well, goodness, why didn’t ya say so?” With a heave, Pinkie tossed her bags towards the farmhouse with the accuracy even a shot-putter would envy-

There came to their ears the sound of glass shattering. Cloudy winced.

“I’ll fix that, I promise-”

Crash. Shatter. Tinkle.

… Silence at last.

Pinkie dared to release the breath stored in her lungs. “Sorry.”

If she’d been younger –both of them, really- then Cloudy might have found reason for anger. But instead, she could only give a sigh and let a chuckle escape across her lips. “There are far more important things to worry about,” she said. “It is good to see you, Pinkie.”

“Good to see you too, Mom,” Pinkie said, and she graced her mother’s cheek with a kiss. “Can I help out with chores?”

“I’d be delighted if you would.”

The evening was wonderful. Cloudy was in the best mood she’d had in far too long, her period of solitude coming to an end now that her most vivacious daughter was back in her midst. Absence had made her heart grow fonder, assuring that Pinkie’s presence was all the more wonderful than ever before. She seemed more grown up than before, more mature and caring… Cloudy knew not why she thought such things, but delighted that she did all the same. Her brightest, liveliest child was here and ensuring that her sorrows were held at bay.

It was a better reunion than their last; Cloudy was glad to see her, especially when this visit had come about so unexpectedly. Pinkie had not been summoned here to mourn, or even been summoned at all; of her own accord, her own desires, she now sat nestled next to her mother on the freshly-repaired couch, a mug of tea in hand and happily chatting away. The feeling of her being so close and so cheerful was warmth in the older woman’s soul.

“But what would ever possess you to come all this way?” Cloudy inquired. “After all, you do live quite a long way from home.”

“I was thinking about you a lot, Mom,” Pinkie said. “And I hated the thought of you feeling lonely and sad, so I decided I needed to come and spend a lot of quality time with you! Isn’t that fun?”

“It is! Very much so, sweetheart,” the dark-haired woman said. Truth be told, it was more pleasant to have her than usual. Pinkie seemed more delightful to her eyes than she ever had before, more lovely and welcome; her body heat was comfortable as a blanket on a cold night, her smile like the first rays of sunshine. Enough to tickle one’s heart, really. “I am very glad to see you.”

“And I’m glad to be with you, Mom,” Pinkie said, offering another kiss of the cheek- not even the second of its kind, and likely not the last; her wild child seemed determined to be more physically affectionate than usual. “It feels great to be with you! And you look great, too!”

Perhaps a bit of a strange thing to say. “I look… great?”

Pinkie beamed. “Yeah! Like you’ve been taking care of yourself again, so you’re back to looking super yummy and sexy!”

Cloudy felt her face flush; it wasn’t an unpleasant compliment, but to hear her own daughter describe her in such a way was…

Is it bad? It doesn’t feel like it. But it does feel rather different, Cloudy eventually surmised. “Thank you very much, Pinkie. You look- erm, quite nice- yourself.” She at least meant it: her lively daughter had never quite been what was considered conventionally attractive, possessing a few extra pounds and no hourglass figure that turned heads. But her chest was a luxurious thing, her bottom was easily noticeable and drew attention with every stride she took, and her facial features were lovely even if the frizzy hair was not suited to one’s tastes. The smile was always there, ready to be summoned even when it appeared not on her lips; the joy Pinkie so naturally exuded could never fully be extinquished, her eyes always aglow and ready to shine forth her happiness. Goodness, perhaps that was the most delightfully attractive thing about her! That Pinkie was just so joyful all the time, always eager to celebrate and be happy. An infectious, radiant happiness that so easily swayed you into joining in. Made you want to love her, and feel her love in return…

And then Cloudy realized just to what ends she’d let her mind wander. Good heavens, thinking about her own daughter in such a manner! The very idea, especially for a widow! Had she let her whole world truly go topsy-turvy in these few months of seclusion? Surely some time on her own hadn’t warped her need for human contact this badly. Yes, it felt perfectly comfortable and natural to think of Pinkie with desire, but that didn’t mean she shoul-

No, for the love mercy! Stop that, now! Halfway through trying to control her thoughts, she’d somehow returned right back to where she’d started. How completely ridiculous.

“You OK, Mom? You’ve been quiet for kind of a while.”

So it was to be the worst-case scenario. Cloudy knew her face was flush, but hopefully not for guessable reasons; a couple of coughs to help recenter her mind, then she turned focus back to her living daughter before her- and definitely not the imaginations that wanted to be prioritized. “Forgive me, Pinkie,” Cloudy murmured. “Your dear old mother has been… distracted lately. You understand.”

“Of course I do, Mom,” Pinkie said sweetly, a hand clutching her mother’s right wrist and giving it a small squeeze. Those bright eyes glowed not just with happiness now, but also with sorrow and tears. “That’s why I wanted to be out here with you for a little while. I think you really needed company, and I wanted that company to be me. Is that OK?”

“Without a doubt, sweetheart,” the aging matriarch answered, glad to see her young daughter beam. “I will always be glad to spend time with you.”

“Aww, that’s way too sweet, Mom!” Pinkie said, and she took Cloudy into a hug that very nearly was back-breaking. She’d always been like this, affectionate to the point of almost being painful. But the isolation had taken its toll, and even one of Pinkie’s super-hugs was a welcome token of physical comfort. “I love you so much, you’re seriously amazing! It’s so great to spend time with you like this, just you and me. I feel like we never really got the chance even when I was a kid!”

Cloudy softly chuckled. “You were always heading this way and that, like a little firecracker. I could hardly have even tried to keep you to myself for a minute. You were too busy being kind to everyone all at once. I’m amazed you never wore yourself out- that you don’t wear yourself out now.”

“Well… I do have a bunch of good friends to help me with things like that,” Pinkie admitted. “Even if they’ve been a little busy with other things here and there. When we have the time, it’s always great fun to go do something nice for someone else. To see someone’s frown turned upside-down!”

Cloudy let her sweet daughter carry on for a time, glad to hear stories of kindness and adventure recalled for her listening ears to hear. Pinkie continued to do so much for others, always prioritizing the other person so that they might be made just as joyful as she was. It was almost as if that were all she did: think of others, put others first, love others more than herself. Even now, Pinkie was doing what she could to help keep her tired and lonely mother in good spirits, being a loving companion by providing the comfort of presence. Even a few compliments upon her mother’s physical beauty as well! As though she were trying to be a good spouse rather than just a physical manifestation of a pick-me-up. It was the greatest kindness Cloudy had felt in many a long day.

But like any mother… “Pinkie, you’re not- overworking yourself, are you?” Cloudy couldn’t help the fretting even if she consciously tried to stop it. “You know I would hate to see you exhausted. Or… or not taking care of yourself properly. I know you do so love to make others happy, but I sometimes worry you’re not making yourself happy, too.”

Pinkie gave a start- and then beamed. “Oh, don’t worry, Mom! I’m always able to do what makes me happy, too!” She declared. “Even if it is a little different sometimes, I always know how to have a good time. Like right now- I get to spend time with my super-sexy mommy!”

So perhaps that is not the most normal of comments, Cloudy surmised, even if she was unable to keep the blush and smile from her face in the aftermath of it. Pinkie was being awfully doting upon her, and very complimentary. It was as though there was an air of romance in the atmosphere, giving a sultry edge to their words and gestures. Even now, Pinkie was just the smallest distance away, electricity coursing from one physical form to the other in the miniscule space between. And those bright eyes of hers were gleaming with… something very likeable. Desirable.

“Hey, Mom, I had an idea!” Pinkie said suddenly, startling her mother from what reverie had taken her. “How about I make us breakfast in the morning, huh? One of those super-special Pinkie Pie Breakfasts that always put someone in a good mood? And I’ll even make sure everything is just right- so coffee just the way you like it, tasty pancakes, I’ll even make sure to look super sexy with only my secret apron on and everything! And when we’re done with breakfast, we can make a cake together! Doesn’t that sound exciting?”

“It certainly does, Pinkie, dear. I’d be delighted if you made me breakf-” Only a small portion of her daughter’s words had actually filtered their way through her brain before Cloudy realized what she’d agreed to. Having breakfast made was one thing, but then there was the thought of her vivacious child walking around the kitchen with only an apron for clothing, revealing all of her delicious body for the world to see. But not for the world to see, only for her to see, to relish in, to enjoy… and maybe even-

Wait! The actual reality of what that meant now came crashing down on her and Cloudy tried to backtrack before she had to awaken into a truly wild morning scenario. “Pinkie, perhaps such a thing wouldn’t be appropriate-”

“Aww, thanks so much, Mom!” Pinkie said, and she made sure to grant a pair of kisses to each of her mother’s cheeks. “I’m gonna go clean up and get ready for bed, OK? You should get some rest, too, because we’re going to have a super exciting and fun day tomorrow! I love you so much, goodnight!”

And before Cloudy could manage any further into her objections, that wild bombast of color was gone and out of sight, ensuring that any word spoken after could not reach ears to hear.

She could still feel where her daughter’s lips had lingered upon her face, a lasting impression that brought upon a potent heat in… places. “What did- I just agree to?” Cloudy managed to stammer. She didn’t fully know just yet, but she had an inkling of what was to come- and wasn’t even quite sure if she even wanted to dislike it.

A later morning was what roused Cloudy from her slumber. So attuned to a specific hour of the dawn was her mind that it took only a few breaths of separation from her dreams that she could look about her chambers and realize it was not sunrise. In fact, it seemed a little more like late morning; had her night’s conversation with Pinkie been that exhausting to her?

The thought made her weary mind chuckle. I must really be getting old if late night talks with my daughter wear me out, she mused ruefully.

But the more she awoke, the more her memory returned. Of what she’d felt like after Pinkie had gone to bed, ensuring that her mind as given time to properly soak in a pool of muddled thoughts. Had that been intentional? Cloudy had struggled to see herself settled in bed, a mind still awake even when the body had been weary. Flesh had still tingled from where Pinkie had kissed her cheeks, and even now it made her heart move about in ways she wasn’t quite sure she wanted to name. And then, when sleep had finally managed to lay its claim upon her and see the tired form rest, the dreams had come…

Cloudy felt the muscles in her face twitch. No, she wasn’t going to smile. She couldn’t. Not when she was remembering dreams about… about things like that! And with whom!

Perhaps you’re just feeling a bit strange from being alone for so long, the spectacled matriarch told herself. It’s been a while since you had any real company, and Pinkie is so lovely. You’re just a bit out of balance since she’s quite attractive.

It seemed like a reasonable argument until she realized what she’d just thought. Cloudy could only groan and finally go about preparing for her day; there was a lot to do today, and she would need all of her strength to see it done. Even with Pinkie’s excessive energy, it would likely be another long day, and now she would have to play catch-up because of her late awakening. Putting a robe over her nightgown, Cloudy left her sunlit bedroom behind and made her way down to the kitchen where light shone forth-

The sound of clattering, Pinkie already hard at work making breakfast, a cheerful tune streaming from her in a pleasant hum. When she heard the footsteps of her mother creeping closer, from her tasks did she turn so as to greet Cloudy with a dazzling smile. “Gooood morning, Mom! You look super-duper pretty! I’m almost done making pancakes, but there’s coffee on the percolator if you want any!”

For a moment, Cloudy didn’t register much of anything amiss. But only for half a second, for what she was now witnessing was a bit too unbelievable for her still-sleepy mind to properly take in. The gasp was genuine. “Pinkie Pie!”

Pinkie’s grin faltered. “Something wrong, Mom?”

“Look at what you’re wear- you’re indecent!” The statement might have been too mild a one, all things considered: Pinkie’s extremely thicc figure was adorned only in a rather skimpy apron, barely wide enough to cover her bare breasts from view, and thin enough to ensure her nipples were evident beneath- and upon the apron itself were the words ‘Kiss the Cook.’

Another jaw-dropper. ‘Kiss’ would have actually been more decent than what the apron recommended you bestow upon the cook. The only attire Pinkie truly wore were a lacey pair of dark-pink panties, hardly able to conceal her most improper accoutrements and certainly not anywhere capable of keeping her plush bottom from spilling forth. Cloudy could only gawk- Pinkie’s butt seemed so masterfully sculpted that it simply couldn’t be real.

The cheerful woman gave herself a look-over from the top down, a quick assessment that only earned a shrug. “I said I was gonna just wear my apron,” Pinkie said. “I thought maybe the panties would be good otherwise it might be a bit too much, ya know? So what do ya think- am I yummy?”

A quick twirl so that the fullness of her body might be flaunted, every luscious pound available for Cloudy to soak in. Pinkie was certainly lush, but how her physique stood before her was a marvel. Like a delectable, utterly delicious cake waiting to be devoured, the sugary sweetness calling for all who saw it to come and have a slice- if not eat it all. How that shapely bottom jiggled just right, the slight reveal of nipple as the wispy apron flew so loosely across her form. Frizzy hair that made those blue eyes shine, accentuated her smile… long eyelashes that seemed to beckon-

Daughter! Daughter! Cloudy flushed a deep crimson and forced herself to turn around so as to not be lured in by the loveliness of her child. Yes, Pinkie was beautiful, truly- but Cloudy’s isolation had become far too strong if she was allowing her mind to have such indecent, romantic thoughts about her own flesh and blood. It was not OK, not healthy- even if Pinkie seemed to be openly encouraging it.

Perhaps I’m crazy. Or perhaps Pinkie is crazy. Or maybe I need to join a nunnery.

“Come on, Mom! I promised I’d make you breakfast!” Pinkie was upon her mother, latching herself to Cloudy’s arm and giving a squeeze. “Now won’t you let your yummy daughter make you a really tasty breakfast? You’ll feel so much better, I know it! And then we can relax all morning, and maybe after we can bake a cake! Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

Oh heavens, that is her breast pushing into my arm! “Pinkie… perhaps I am a bit unfamiliar with how you like to enjoy your mornings now-”

“No, Mom, this is just for you! I wanted to do something extra-special for you, so I really hope you let me. Please, please, pretty please?” She came to stand before the matriarch, bending down so that she might look up into those dark eyes and make them witness the full force of her pleading. And allow a hint of further cleavage to be seen…

She felt a heat in her face. And across her whole body, if she were to be honest. Cloudy wanted to look away and do something else, but she… well, she had promised. And despite how much she wished to flee right now and deal with –things- she had always impressed upon her children the importance of keeping one’s promises. So if Pinkie was this intent on fulfilling her word, then what other choice did she have?

“I… suppose it wouldn’t be too bad,” Cloudy said, and she gave an uncertain smile. “If you’d really like to make breakfast for your dear old mother that badly…”

Pinkie gave a cheer and brought her mother into a brilliant hug, apron nearly falling off entirely from her form. “Oh, thank you, Mom! Feel free to look at me as much as you want, I don’t mind! Go grab yourself some coffee, OK? I’ll be done with the pancakes in just a minute- ooh, and then I’ll throw on a few slices of bacon, too!”

The sweethearted baker was true to her word and then some, Cloudy given a proper pampering the likes of which she hadn’t felt in ages. The pancakes were perfectly done, a pristine fluffiness and sweetness that seemed to melt in her mouth- and just a hint of something else within, almost as if the batter had been soaking in an additional flavor overnight. The coffee was rich and dark, just to the texture and flavor she preferred, the bacon so exquisitely cooked. It was as though Pinkie were trying to woo her, see her heart romanced via the happiness of her stomach. But more than a meal, the frizzy beauty brought company; comfort of voice and presence and touch meant to soothe the loneliness of a sorrowed spirit. Cloudy tried to feel uncomfortable as she spoke with her –mostly- naked daughter, but it was difficult to feel terribly perturbed the longer it went on. Was it Pinkie’s casualness of it all that made such a unique thing comfortable? She certainly treated her nudity like it was no great change. Every other thing about her seemed perfectly normal.

Or perhaps not quite. She was more touchy-feely than even usual, a hand always reaching out to stroke gently across her mother’s fingers- or even lay upon them. Her eyes carried a softness Cloudy had not seen in them before, a new sort of glow. And she seemed to inch closer as they sat at the table, a shuffle of movement every now and then. What motives Pinkie had, Cloudy couldn’t quite say; there was a romanticism to her actions. Which was strange, considering their blood relation…

Still. She almost felt bad to say that it felt rather nice. Especially as Pinkie became more and more eager to showcase her nudity, insisting that she wear the apron that currently hung about her daughter’s neck. When it came time for a final resistance, Cloudy couldn’t really offer much beyond a few pale protests; the feeling of her daughter’s naughtily-titled apron about her neck was an inevitable sensation, leaving the aging woman to look upon the vivacious beauty’s topless form and truly soak in her loveliness. Big, full breasts, a gorgeous figure that carried itself wonderfully. And, as Pinkie gave another twirl, a truly breathtaking bottom.

“Ooh, this feels so much better, Mom, thanks for taking my apron!” Pinkie giggled as she looked over her nearly-bare form, giving her miniscule panties a quick shimmy. “You look like you belong in it, by the way! Maybe I should do what it says, huh?”

Cloudy’s face, already a good shade of pink, was well on its way to being something more akin to crimson. “Pinkie, I’m your mother. While I’m flattered you say such things, perhaps they aren’t appropriate.”

Pinkie gave a little sigh, but accepted the abashment for now. “Well, do you wanna just chat for a bit? Or help me bake a cake? We could have it all done for dinner tonight, and then we eat it together! Ooh, or maybe we could feed each other bits of cake after dinner! That sounds so much sexier, doesn’t it?”

It did, but that was neither here nor there. One only said such things to their lover, not to their flesh and blood; perhaps Pinkie was excessively flirtatious- if not just openly dirty. “Perhaps we could… could do something else.”

“Like what?”

Like not stand with you naked, was what Cloudy wanted herself to say. But was that what she truly desired? The fact that it didn’t escape her lips was telling in of its own self. Maybe Pinkie’s buxom thiccness didn’t bother her quite so much as she wanted it to. Or needed it to. Who knew? She didn’t. But she felt awkward, and rectifying such a thing when her daughter was so intent on having her way was… difficult. If she were meant to say something to stop this downhill slide towards the inevitable, Cloudy didn’t know what it was.

Pinkie, at least, was not totally unaware. Her sensibilities of other’s discomfort was not the most heightened, but years of familiarity with her mother’s mannerisms were enough to alert her that something was amiss. “You OK, Mom?” She asked. “Maybe you need to loosen up a little. You know, relax… Oh, I know!”

Cloudy turned about to look at her daughter, hoping for something helpful-

“You should get naked, too! That way, neither of us are different! It’s just us girls together, right? That’s so much more comfortable!”

Cloudy couldn’t have gone a deeper shade of red. Nudity, even in the shower, was enough to make her poor senses feel uncomfortable. Nudity during lovemaking had been a rarity in her life. Casual nakedness like this? She’d never even considered it in all the years of her life- especially with her own flesh and blood! “Pinkie!”

“It’s not a big deal, Mom! I don’t mind seeing you naked, I bet you look really sexy! Why don’t you take off your clothes and we can get to baking? That way you don’t make any of your stuff messy, and then we can get to work! It’ll be super-fun, I promise.”

It was not a convincing argument, or even anywhere close to a good one. But Pinkie was beaming at her so enthusiastically, so insistently, that Cloudy rather felt abashed for not instantly complying. Was something amiss with her? Was she wrong at heart? Acquiescing to such a request was both insane and natural all at once. Tentatively, her fingers trembling, Cloudy began to undo the tie of her robe before moving to the buttons of her nightgown-

But she could only go so far. “Can… can I at least wear the apron, Pinkie?” She asked.

“Sure, Mom! That’ll probably make you look even yummier, anyway!”

Bashful through it all, Cloudy stepped into the hallway and out of her daughter’s sight so that her clothing could drop to the floor. Armed with only a crude apron upon her form, she took her nightclothes and set them on her dresser before returning to the kitchen where Pinkie awaited, skin almost totally bare save for the one piece of draping cloth that now covered her. “H- here I am,” she said weakly.

“Wow, look at you, Mom!” Pinkie exclaimed, clearly invested in the sight of her mother’s form. “You’ve still got your hips and everything. You really are super-hot!” Without warning, her hands began to frisk across her mother’s naked body, gently brushing along what bare skin was decent enough to touch- and maybe even a little more, as her hands tentatively played with the succulent breasts that lay beneath the apron’s coverings.

“Th- thank you, Pinkie,” Cloudy said, smiling even as she couldn’t look at anything sentient. Goodness, this was so comfortable and pleasant- but still so wildly incorrect! What was she supposed to do when something so strange and improper felt so naturally good? The thought of what she was meant to do next eluded her. Pinkie’s touch was sending electricity through her body, into her brain and luring her towards something very unique indeed- something she hadn’t felt in many a year. But it was in such wrong circumstances~!

“I’m serious, Mom! You look super sexy, like a total babe and everything!” Pinkie said, clearly delighted in the physique of her mother. Coming a little closer, it wasn’t long before their hips were just a hair’s breadth apart and waiting for a signal to close the gap. “You definitely deserve to be all sorts of loved up, you know that?”

“Oh-! Well, thank you, Pinkie…”

“Oh my gosh, I really just can’t resist, Mom! We totally have to make out. You wanna make out, Mom? Ooh, or maybe we should just fuck each other senseless, really make each other all wet and dirty! Doesn’t that sound fun?”

And there it was. The one thing that she couldn’t actually comprehend, was more wild and incredulous than anything she’d ever heard in all her peaceful life. Nothing, not a single thing, in all the days of her life, could have ever prepared Cloudy for the moment when her daughter propositioned her for sex in the crudest manner imaginable. But she hadn’t heard such a thing- right? Of course she hadn’t, there was no way she’d heard such a thing from Pinkie’s lips. There was nothing in the world that could even make her think she’d heard such a thing!

Except maybe that she had. So Cloudy had to find her spectacles, as they’d fallen somewhere to her feet, before managing to get herself into a semblance of working order. After a few good breaths and a little shake of her head, she finally managed to have something worth saying: “I’m sorry, dear, I don’t think I heard you correctly. What did you say?”

Pinkie smiled, all sweetness and innocence in that glorious visage. “Oh, I’m sorry, Mom! I was just asking whether or not you wanted to have sex! I just think you’re so hot, I just think I have to have you! Doesn’t that sound fun?”

“Oh my god, I actually did hear it.”

Pinkie cocked her head and gave the spectacled matriarch a quizzical look. “What’s wrong, Mom?” She asked, the tone of her voice so inoffensively light. “Don’t you wanna have sex? It’s not like you haven’t had it before, so you know it’s a lot of fun! You’re not nervous that you’re not any good or anything, are you? It’s OK if you’re worried, I’d make sure you feel super comfortable and everything!”

The shock was gone, as well as the disbelief. Cloudy’s only emotional option left available was to be appalled. “Pinkie, it’s- it’s not that, it’s… I am your mother.”

The frizzy-haired baker blinked. “I know. Duh, Mom! That’s why I wanna have sex with you. So pretty please, let me make you feel sooo good?”

Objection raised, noted, and then just as quickly ignored. Pinkie had always been her wildest child, but the fact that she was openly –no, intentionally- trying to have incestuous relations with her mother was something absolutely beyond her wildest imaginings. Cloudy didn’t even know how to really react. “Pinkie, it’s wrong! Dreadfully wrong, think of the indecency!”

“But you’ve been super lonely!” Pinkie objected, as though that were the issue truly at hand here. “And I know how sad that feels so I just hated the thought of you feeling all lonely and sad because you wanna be loved, so I started thinking about how to cheer you up- and then I remembered how hot you are and how you’ve got a great rack and everything, and I just started getting so worked up and steamy just thinking about you that I just knew I had to come back home and sleep with you! See? I promise, I only wanna make you feel good- and brag to everyone that I scored with my super-sexy mom!” She finished it all with her most winning, dazzling smile yet, seemingly relieved that this explained all doubts away.

Cloudy, to her daughter’s great surprise, was left unconvinced. “Pinkie- dearest,” she began, trying to ignore the heat in her body that came at hearing such a lovely woman openly call her physical form something desirable, “I am still your mother. You are my daughter- we are related by blood! Surely that must give you pause.”

For the first time, Pinkie actually did pause- only to shake her head the very next moment. “Nope, not really!” She proclaimed.

There was ignorance, there was stupidity, and then there was flat-out denial. Cloudy, at the very least, knew her daughter well enough to be assured that Pinkie wasn’t anywhere close to any of the three, even if she probably was a little short of complete sanity. “Might you indulge your mother as to telling me why?”

“Well… cause it’s kinda normal, that’s why.”

So perhaps very short of sanity. “I beg your pardon?”

Pinkie gave a very loud, highly exaggerated gasp. “Oh my gosh, I get it! You’ve been out here on your own so long now that you haven’t heard yet!” The jovial woman gave her body a quick shimmy and proceeded to smile again. “So, a while back, a bunch of girls started suddenly getting really close with their moms all of a sudden and a bunch of people started wondering why they looked so much happier and better than everyone else, and everyone got super jealous! So Twilight started doing a bunch of research into why every woman was suddenly starting to get really close and love-dovey with their moms, and she started finding out that actually it was super good and healthy for you all of sudden! Isn’t that super-duper neat? And ever since then, Twilight’s been really close with her mom and they’ve slept together a lot, and so have a lot of other people and now they’ve gotten really close to their moms and they all say it’s made their lives so much better! A couple have even gone exclusive, and they’ve just been so happy with each other that it’s like they were made for it! How crazy is that? And now that you’re available again, I started thinking of how pretty and sexy you are and I wanted to come over and see if you wouldn’t mind starting to go out with me so we can be happy and lovey-dovey, too!”

Cloudy blinked. As to what emotions she was supposed to feel, she wasn’t quite sure yet. It definitely wasn’t the answer she’d expected. The idea that such- intimate… relations were occurring across the kingdom was not something she could have predicted. Much less for it to have the blessing of royalty. And Pinkie had deliberately come home for the sole intent of wooing her- like a lover? Conlifted was probably the most apt description of her right now, thought ‘flattered’ seemed to be having its way within her. “Princess… Princess Twilight studied this sort of thing?”

“Uh-huh! She said it felt super-duper good and that it made her get really close with her own mom! She and Miss Velvet are super sexy together!”

“And…” She had to be sure. “You want to experience such- such emotions with me?”

Pinkie nodded vigorously. “Yup! I think that sounds great! And if you need a little convincing, I don’t mind if we take it slow! That can make it fun, too, if you make a partner feel really good and get all worked up!”

Cloudy couldn’t even begin to fully describe the strangeness of her current situation, nor did she figure the words would ever come to her. But Pinkie was standing there before her, so openly earnest and desiring, that she almost felt bad to say no. And there… there was a thrill. A heat in her loins that pleaded for her to, at the very least, give this a small chance.

And she had become rather lonely.

“You… are sure this won’t be strange?” The sweet matriarch inquired.

“Nah, it definitely won’t be!” Pinkie said, and right before her mother did she come to stand, hands gently stroking across the fair skin of her arms to soothe away the worries. “We can start slow, too, if you’re really nervous about it. Maybe we could just try kissing first, and see how that feels?”

“That-” Cloudy gave a trembling gulp. “That sounds… acceptable.”

“Yay!” Pinkie cried. “OK, Mom, stick out your tongue- pretty please?”

Her tongue? What on earth did that have to do with kissing? Cloudy hardly knew what her daughter was up to but complied with the request nonetheless, her pink tongue slithering out from an open mouth-

Oh! Before Cloudy could react, Pinkie was upon her, lips ensnaring her tongue and giving a suckling, soft flesh tending to a soaking muscle that was suddenly set aflame by the sensation; how could something feel so good? The wild delight that came from the sensation of her daughter’s lips upon her tongue, massaging dribbling flesh until it positively melted. The sensation, unknown to the elder woman before, fell upon her senses in a crash that set her mind afire; dopamine surged through her mind, arousal clouded judgment, and the sheer delight of this passionate, romantic gesture was enough to elicit an unbidden moan. A deep, thorough suck of her tongue before sliding back and forth upon it, then a slow retreat as Pinkie let her mother’s tongue slip from her grasp.

Cloudy was left to gasp, struggle for breathe. “Pinkie… that was fant- what was that?”

“A kiss, silly!” Pinkie giggled. “Why, did it feel good?”

Her face aflush with embarrassment and- and a few other emotions, Cloudy didn’t yet dare to answer. “It- it felt magnificent, dear. Could- it would be nice if we did that again… pretty please?”

“Of course we can!” Pinkie said, and this time her arms came about her mother’s thin waist, ensuring no separation of space between. “Open wide, Mom! I promise this is gonna feel great!”

She could feel her face all aflush, probably a shade of red deeper than the blood that ran through her veins. But Cloudy, trembling and shamefaced to the core, let her tongue once again reveal itself from the depths of her mouth so that her daughter might find it in her grasp. And oh, how good it felt when Pinkie fell upon her once more! But this was something different, more passionate than the last- so full of feeling! Those spry hands poured across her form and saw it caressed, even as Pinkie’s lips continued to massage her soaked morsel. Her bare skin was gently brushed by the warmth of her daughter’s fingers and nerves set to gooseflesh; the bare coverings of her apron were teased and played with to elicit excitement from her breasts just on the other side. She couldn’t help it: her nipples grew taut and hardened, the sheer arousal so fierce that the aging woman hardly knew what to do with herself. And still did Pinkie kiss her, or whatever on earth you could call this delicious, heavenly sensation! How those plush lips came to gently fuse against hers, how they tended to the pink tongue within their grasp, or even the teasing wrigglings of Pinkie’s own candy that would be there to meet its mate. It was all so new, so good-!

Cloudy, utterly under her daughter’s loving thrall, was melting fast. And to the ground did she fall, still being ravished by her daughter’s affections. Though she meant it not, could not even control the gesture, a hand timidly reached out to find one of Pinkie’s breasts and give it a knead. An action that would have seemed so strange to her only a few hours ago now came to her unbidden, naturally; it was demanded of her very soul that she reach out and find this brilliant woman’s body, to offer some sort of worship in return.

“Oh my goodness… Pinkie!” Cloudy had to take a moment, take a breath at the very least. Leaning back against the wall and her chest heaving, the overload of sensations was a bit too much for her to take in all at once. “Why does this feel so wonderful? Why doesn’t it feel wrong?”

“Because it’s not wrong, Mom,” Pinkie said happily. Crawling a little closer, the thicc beauty was all but in her mother’s lap, the fullness of her bare body there to be soaked in. “It feels really good for me, too, just in case you’re worried! Like I’m meant to be with you!”

Cloudy’s mind was a maelstrom of delight; her daughter enjoyed this sensuous, potent moment with her. Relished it, even! Somehow, it needed to continue. Go even deeper into this whirlwind of feelings. “Pinkie…”

“It’s OK, Mom. You can feel them.” Taking the free hand that steadied itself along the ground into her grasp, Pinkie guided both her mother’s fingers onto her buxom mounds, seeing them go about the nipple in a circular rhythm. “Ooh, just feeling you makes them hard! That’s sexy!”

“Can… what do I do next?”

“Do you wanna squeeze them? Maybe… flick my nipples a little?”

“I can do that?” Cloudy gasped.

“Of course you can, Mom!” Pinkie said- and then her eyes became devilish slits. “My body’s all yours!”

It was? Cloudy couldn’t quite believe it. But her instincts seemed to have kicked in well enough via Pinkie’s stimuli alone, and so her hands came to life so as to see the deed done. Her fingers came about those rounded nipples and began to knead them like bread, squeezing down so as to build pressure. Firm and yet soft, she found them, as though made to suffer beneath the strain of her works upon them. And as they hardened beneath her efforts, the joy that came from her actions only increased; this was the way, and Pinkie had requested that she be the one to take this path.

“Ooh, you feel good, Mom,” Pinkie said. “You wanna try kissing me next? I bet you’ll have even more fun if you take lead for a little while.”

“Could I…” She felt embarrassed to even ask. “Could I do what you did? To your tongue?”

“You wanna suck on my tongue? Aww, that’s so sweet of you. And super sexy, too!” Pinkie happily obliged and out from her mouth poured the longest tongue Cloudy had ever seen: dark-pink, thick and juicy, absolutely dripping with saliva and unfurled before her. Those bright eyes of her daughter glowed, giving all the suggestion she could need that her mother was welcome to please it.

A little uncertain as she did do, Cloudy put her lips about the baker’s dribbling morsel and gave a slow, tremulous tug, just enough to feel it within her grasp as her lips slid across that silken surface. She hadn’t thought it was much of an effort- but then came Pinkie’s delighted sigh, and the muffled cry of, “Again!” that came from somewhere down in her soul. Tickled pink by such a strong reaction, Cloudy did her best to imitate the loving touch Pinkie had performed upon her mouth, suckling upon that sweet tongue with deepest affection. A smooth, hungering glide of lips along the glittering sweetness of that delectable tongue, then returning to find those lips awaiting her touch. This was a deeper press, more meaningful and intentional; though she felt still a rank amateur, Cloudy wanted Pinkie to know how much she was trying. If her kiss could not give voice to her affections, what could? So back and forth along that slobbering jewel did she go-

But the desire within became a heat. A need for intensity within it, more to these throes than what was before. Cloudy had tried so hard to keep her efforts calm and romantic, but the fervor within would not allow her. She increased her speed, suckling her daughter’s tongue until the action became a frenzy. Spatter across their faces, the bulbous sounds of movement and liquid for emphasis, and the moans of Pinkie’s delight given voice. Even Cloudy could not keep her delight silent for long, her own throaty sounds coming to life within her as this kiss carried on. Pinkie’s hands came to her body, touching her breasts and flowing across skin. And though she intended it not, Cloudy’s grasp came about her daughter’s form, pulling her thicc body atop her so that their closeness could grow stronger. Over and over, Cloudy pulled and tugged and sucked on Pinkie’s tongue, a new flare of delight arriving each time she felt a spatter of saliva from her daughter’s mouth fall against her body; this was meant to be a passionate thing, with all the ferocity and heavenly feeling that could come from such an action. Not once, even in all her married years, had the aging matriarch felt such a thing as this. Pinkie’s tongue, her spittle, her moans, and how still did they fondle one another! Breasts fell upon breasts, gentle pressed becoming more intense as bodies melted together-

Cloudy had to pull away. Had to do something to get away from this magnificence or else she’d fall to pieces. With a thick string of slobber following her as she retreated, mother pulled away from the loving tongue of her daughter and fell back against the wall for good, gasping and pleading for breath. Never, not once in all her life could even the deepest recesses of her imagination ever have conceived of such a moment as this. Here she was, naked with her daughter, fondling breastflesh and kissing in a manner she’d never even thought possible. But how could she deny how good it felt? This was perfect. And judging by the heated, desperate expression upon Pinkie’s face, the feeling was indeed mutual.

“Was… did that feel good, sweetheart?” Cloudy asked through her gasps. “I- I was trying to do what you did-”

Pinkie’s lips fell upon hers with ferocious speed, tongue splitting into her mouth and dancing with its mate. Oh, this was just as good! Cloudy’s hand grasped her beautiful daughter’s hair and tugged, fingers running through and across as this wondrous kiss carried on. She made sure to meet such love with equal fervor this time- no shock, no stupor that could hold her back and prevent this affection from spreading. When they broke apart, it was with a wondrously wet spatter.

“Mom,” Pinkie rasped, “can I take you to bed? Pretty please?” Her bright eyes were pleading, needing more than what even this intense experience had given them.

Cloudy’s eyes went wide, but only for a moment. Of course she would reciprocate; how could she not say yes? Whatever would have made her hesitate had been rendered foolish in comparison to what glory lay before her; she would have this love, meet it in equal fervor. But just in case… “Are you sure you want to be with a boring woman like your mother?”

Pinkie gave a small laugh, pulling her kin up to her feet. “If it’s fun, how can it be boring?” She asked, and the two strolled to the bedroom hand-in-hand.

When mother and daughter entered the master bedroom, Cloudy was surprised by the baker’s seeming restraint; Pinkie did nothing in a rush, gently leading her beloved partner to the bed and seeing her settled down gently atop the bedspread. A quick flourish to see the apron removed from Cloudy’s body, then all that could keep them separate had been removed. Bare flesh of bonded blood was together, there for the taking. Sunlight poured down upon Cloudy’s weathered form, turning what age and pain had tried to render unlovable into something succulent; golden was she, and the light across her grey hair turned her beautiful head into the color of stormclouds.

“Mom,” Pinkie whispered, slithering onto the bed so as to pepper her mother’s body with kisses, “Do you trust me?”

“Yes, dear,” Cloudy whispered.

“And will you follow my lead?”

“Of course.”

Pinkie smiled. “Then put your leg over mine. Like a pair of scissors! Does that make sense?”

Cloudy wasn’t quite sure, but under the frizzy woman’s careful guidance, she seemed to be in the right position. It didn’t feel superbly comfortable; a little strange, in fact. But Pinkie had seen her settled back against the pillows, while the younger woman took to leaning back on her elbows. Dribbling folds were there for their eyes to feast upon, Cloudy giving a faint blush at the sight of her own: soaking-wet, dark in color and perhaps a bit more bush than what she used to allow. And then there was Pinkie, bright-pink to fit the stereotype, tightly wound and practically gushing liquid- and also recently shaven.

“Pinkie, did- did you-”

“Last night. Just in case!” Pinkie said, giving her mother a wink. “So- if I make a move, you make the same move. OK? Just follow my lead, Mom, and I promise it’ll feel really good.”

“O- OK, Pinkie,” Cloudy breathed, and she looked upon her daughter with a smile. “I trust you.

Those bright-blue eyes crinkled into a smile, Pinkie tensing muscle as she prepared her body for what was to come- and in one fluid motion, pushed against her mother’s slit with her own with a long, glorious rub.

OH! Cloudy had to bite her lip from the moment she felt Pinkie begin the rhythmic movement, the sensation quite literally unlike anything she’d ever felt in her entire life. All of her prior sexual experience had done nothing to prepare her for such a feeling- and how it came about! Was it the newness that made her body grow so excited- or the return of such physical pleasure after so long? She felt like one who had starved and was being served the finest of meals, a man dying of thirst in the desert given water. When Pinkie rubbed against her again, the moan the matriarch gave was unbidden… but oh, so earnest.

Pinkie couldn’t help but giggle. “Do I feel good, Mom?” She teased, though her eyes retained their loving shimmer.

“Y-… yes, Pinkie. So much,” Cloudy whispered, the only strength she could currently manage.

“That’s great! Now, when I rub against you again, you rub back, OK? It’s called scissoring, and it feels really good when you do it right! Just keep your timing going and we’ll both feel amazing!”

Pinkie pushed her slit back against her mother’s folds, and Cloudy at last had the wherewithal to echo the motion. A slow, firm grind of her genitals against that of her daughter’s- and this intentional action nearly made her mind explode. Oh gods, that felt amazing! No sex had ever felt like this before, so beautiful and wonderful and all-encompassingly magnificent! It couldn’t be the novelty, couldn’t be the absence of pleasure- it was Pinkie who made it all the better! Her sweet, sensuous, seductive daughter, the best partner the spectacled woman had ever had! Oh, she had to keep this up! Cloudy began to rub more fiercely against Pinkie’s dark folds, pushing deeper so that her own slit would know the pleasure in fullness. She didn’t want any of this to not be known!

“Oh..!” Cloudy couldn’t have restrained the sound from escaping her lips, not ever. Grinding hard against Pinkie’s core, this brilliance of sapphic lovemaking was unraveling the older woman quickly; she had to keep it going, and so she did; a new rub, then another, and another, then two more in quick succession. So delighted was she in this physical excellence that she had to intensify the pace.

“Ooh, yeah! That’s it, Mom!” Pinkie cried. One hand steadied her from behind while the other went about her mother’s back, bringing that sweet woman closer and making each new rub of flesh more potent. “Keep going! You feel sooo good!”

“Agh- Pinkie, sweetheart!” Cloudy had never spoken aloud like that before, a ragged gasp of air rushing from her very soul. She kept pushing against Pinkie, kept grinding and rubbing and pressing, the feeling within her loins so hot and strong that she was positively melting-

Apex! A crash of heavenly delight upon all of her senses at once, and Cloudy had to scream. The heat overwhelmed, consumed her, climax rushing across her body in such a potency that she fell back against the pillows. One wave, then another, heavy and sweeter than the finest music, all across her form in the fullness of unbelievable love. Just yesterday, the quiet matriarch of the Pie family would have never even imagined such a union of flesh; now, Pinkie –the incredible, magnificent beauty that was her daughter- was the woman who had gifted her the most incredible orgasm of all her life.

Slowly returning to her senses, Cloudy looked up from her place atop the pillows to see Pinkie still in position, all smiles and looking down at her mother with purest love. “How’d that feel?” She asked sweetly.

“Pinkie… Oh, Pinkie that was…” What superlatives the aged woman could use seemed lackluster in comparison to how she’d felt. She could only look at her frizzy-haired partner with adoration, as the most succulent and sumptuous being to ever walk the earth.

Pinkie giggled, freeing herself from in between Cloudy’s legs so as to slither atop her mother- or perhaps not. She kissed her mother’s thin legs, delicate presses of lips upon thigh.

Cloudy at first gave a few tentative laughs, the pleasure of her daughter’s lips upon her skin still tangible even after such tumultuous climax. “Pinkie..? Darling..? What- what are you doing? Stop teasing me, you…”

Pinkie’s eyes gleamed, her smile wide as she let her long tongue slide across her mother’s inner thigh, a trail of wetness as proof of her presence. But then a pause; a new flavor had appeared upon her tongue. “Ooh, Mom, were you really that wet for me? I can taste you all over your leg.”

Cloudy, panting heavily from their first union, tried not to let her heart already start racing. Oh goodness, this was going to keep going. Pinkie was going to- well, wasn’t it obvious? The teasing, the gentle latherings of tongue that were snaking their way towards the still-spattered folds further ahead… “Pinkie, please…”

The frizz-haired girl hesitated. “Do you want me to stop, Mom? It’s OK if you do,” she said.

Cloudy’s chest was still struggling for breath, but the ecstasy that had overcome her only short moments ago was too brilliantly seared into her brain for her to fully deny the desire of further passion. Pinkie had already shown to be an exquisite lover. Maybe she should let her daughter delve a little further.

“Mom?”

“… No, dearest,” Cloudy whispered. “I want you to do more. Truly. Just- tell me what to do again, would you?”

Pinkie’s smile grew cheshire-wide. “Just spread your legs as much as you can, OK, Mom?” She said. “That’s it, just like that… Ooh, you really do have a pretty pussy, Mom! It’s so cute, I just gotta have a taste!” And without further ado, the first lick came to meet those soaked folds, that skilled tongue lapping at the stains from earlier frolic and making her presence beautifully known.

“Oh, god!” Cloudy thought her earlier release had been enough to satiate her current desire, but the moment Pinkie’s ferocious tonguework settled on her body- good heavens, how she even managed to hold on! The feeling of that generous licking, pulling apart folds so that the sweetness within could be found and tasted, how her daughter’s succulent morsel delved further within while also caressing the outer layers… so much of her body was being pushed to the limits already and it had only just begun! Cloudy gave a weakened moan, feeling Pinkie’s fingers pull apart her curtains below so she could taste the sweetness all the deeper within.

“Mmm~! You taste so yummy, Mom,” Pinkie trilled, her tongue gifting a few waggles across the clit, her mother promptly going taut as her delicate pearl was overloaded by feeling. “I just need even more of you!” And back into the depths of her mother’s folds did she dive, contentedly enjoying her meal in a steady, loving stream of licks and nibbles.

Cloudy gave a wince as she felt Pinkie gently tug at the labia; pleasure, yet a small dose of pain to heighten the sensation. How did she do that? Why did she feel so much better than anything the aging matriarch had ever enjoyed in all her years? Every time she tried to ponder the question, a new gift from her daughter’s mouth would grace her lower lips and dispel such musings, the instinctive bidding to enjoy the titillation overriding conscious thought. Ooh, especially when her fingers would join in, playing over and through her like a musician in their craft. One kiss upon the clit, or maybe a gentle rubbing in between the finger and thumb! Pinkie could have her whole body tense in a heartbeat, only to make her squirm the next; Cloudy was being electrified by this magnificent cunnilingus.

“Keep going, Pinkie! Oh, Sweetest!” Cloudy mewled, her hands gripping at whatever she could hold to in order to ride this wondrous cavalcade of delights further; to the bedsheets, the headboard, at last to her daughter’s hair and seeing it tussled. Pushing that perfect mouth further into the depths of her spread, Cloudy’s actions were becoming more innate than anything willing. Gods, how perfect Pinkie was! With nothing before her other than the spattered, dripping sanctum of her mother’s slit, the seductive baker was going absolutely ham in the delicious sweetness. The more tentative, slow passions she had been offering earlier were more incensed, furious.

Squeezing her legs about that beautiful head, Cloudy half-worried through the haze of utter joy that she might be putting a mite too much pressure upon her child- but rather than any protest, Pinkie only ate away at her further. Oh, when her lips fell upon that clit and began to suckle on it- lick it, kiss it, utterly romance it! Kicking her legs furiously, the dark-haired woman was so dearly hoping she could hold on for just a bit longer, just a bit more! This was the most perfect sensation, the most wondrous feeling that could be felt in all the world-!

To endure such raptures any longer was found to be impossible. A cry of beautiful sound as orgasm crashed upon her once more, Cloudy’s whole body tensing and letting forth the wave out upon her daughter’s face; once, twice, then one more great shudder of physical form before all her pent-up energy was spent. Slowly, body trembling, she unclenched her vice-grip about Pinkie’s form and sank back against the pillows. Legs spread wide, chest heaving, she could go no further in her relishment of this union.

Hands about her face; Pinkie crawled her way up her mother’s form and lay atop her, a wet, messy smile upon her lips and a wondrous shine in her eyes. “Mom,” she breathed, “That was so much fun. I love you so much…”

In what way? Cloudy had always loved her children, but this mention of it might be something new- more romantic and passionate than something familial. But after such a binding of flesh, it wasn’t something she particularly minded reciprocating. “I love you also, Sweetest,” Cloudy said tiredly, and upon her daughter’s lips did she plant a kiss-

An interesting taste. Not the same flavor she had felt upon Pinkie’s lips before, something a little more tart and unique. How interesting- “Is that myself I taste on you..?” She inquired.

Pinkie’s grin became a smirk. “First time?” She remarked. “You can taste a little more, if you want.”

“I think I will,” Cloudy murmured, and the two lovers fell to giggle as the older woman began to plant kisses and tonguestrokes all across her daughter’s face, juices cleaned but face now spattered with gentle coatings of saliva. Small pecks here and there continued on after as they let their fervor cool for a time, the fires of desire becoming a more tender affection. Holding one another as their kisses carried on, the world that they dwelled in was bliss and nothing but.

Pinkie was the one that broke their union, pulling just far enough away that her mother’s lips could find hers no more, allowing the younger woman to admire the beautiful woman upon whom she lay. “I’m so glad we got to be together like this, Mom,” she whispered, a hand softly stroking Cloudy’s jawline. “I’ve been trying to think of how to make you happy again, and… and I’m glad you’re smiling because of me.”

It was the best compliment she’d heard in… well, who knew how long? Her world that had been grey and cold for so long now was beginning to have some warmth in it, a candleflame of love, still small and only flickering, was coming to life. Though the partner was unconventional and strange to her senses, what her heart told her to pursue would not be swayed. She was eager to have more than just this one simple union. “Pinkie… I’m glad you came to see me,” Cloudy breathed.

“Do you… wanna keep this going?” Pinkie inquired. “You could come back to Ponyville with me. We could live together. And… date. Like regular girlfriends.

She smiled. “I’d be glad to, Pinkie. But… I hope I can be a good partner for you. I don’t even know what you like to feel.”

“Well… I can let you find out. Right now, if you feel up to it.” Pinkie spread her legs wide. “Wanna try eating me out for a little bit? I know just what to tell you.”

She felt tired, wearied, and exhausted enough to want nothing more than to ease back onto the pillows and fall asleep. But some new wellspring of energy came when she took in the sight of those rosy petal below. Perhaps she indeed needed to investigate them further.

Author's Note

Holy LORD, this should not have taken this long. I've been working on this stupid story for the length of the year so far. I should've produced this ages ago. But I'll be damned, I've not been myself in an age for about a million different reasons. Fuck me.

It's probably not my best, so feel free to criticize as you feel directed; I probably need it. Sorry for being this absent with so little to show for it.

Enjoy, I guess.