Sparkle Family Values

Flurry looked at the clothing on her bed, eyes moving back and forth. She’d already decided on what royal jewelry to wear, but it was typical to wear an actual dress to a royal celebration. Though it made her feel slightly uncomfortable, her 13th birthday party, just days away, was considered one.

She had narrowed it down to two pink ones, both created by her auntie’s friend Rarity. One was more frilly while the other was more form-fitting, cute versus sexy in a way. While she wanted to be sexy for family guests especially, the crowds might appreciate a more adorable look.

“Still can’t choose, sweetie?” her mother’s voice came from the door as she opened it. She turned to see Cadance. Her mother wasn’t wearing any royal regalia at the moment, though had dark pink socks on all four hooves, which probably meant she’d just come from being sexy for Daddy.

“Uh, no,” Flurry blushed; she’d become more flushed around her family the closer it got to her birthday.

“You know, your father and auntie didn’t wear an outfit during their coming-of-age party itself, so you don’t have to if you don’t want,” Mom hmmed, then trotted over and patted Flurry’s shoulder gently with a hoof. “A dress is really only expected for the public party later in the day, the ones our subjects will see.”

“Ah, that makes sense,” Flurry nodded again, swallowing hard and looking away from her mother. There was a few more long seconds of silence. The realization of how loud her own breathing was made Flurry even more awkward.

“Sweetheart?” Mom asked, trailing her hoof gently down Flurry’s back, stopping at one rump cheek and rubbing it slowly up and down. “You do remember what I told you? Just because it’s tradition doesn’t mean you have to. None of the family will look poorly on you if you don’t want to get your cherry popped by Daddy yet, or even ever. You're not required to be the sex fiend I am, it's up to you.” She just had to word it that way.

“No, I want to, I do,” Flurry insisted, though her voice squeaked. “Though… I did wonder. Both you and Auntie Twilight are um… into this, so why haven’t you lowered the legal age or made incest legal? Especially since Auntie Twilight figured out how to prevent defects from um…incestuous births.”

“Well, the subjects still like to think of their princess as pure and untouched,” Mom chuckled, moving up further to her side and winking. “I mean most ponies even wanted to think Celestia and Luna were virgins all the way to their retirement, which both me and your father definitely know isn't true." She shrugged with a sly smile. "Besides, it’s hotter when it’s forbidden. You’ll find it adds a certain… spice to the act. Like when Daddy knocked up your Auntie, in front of me no less.”

“Ugh,” Flurry rolled her eyes. They’d also become a lot more blunt when talking about such things lately, and Flurry wasn’t quite ready to admit that she got a bit of a tingle from hearing it. Still, she couldn’t help jabbing back. “It’s only fair I guess, I’m sure you’ve done that in front of Daddy too.” Some of her younger siblings looked more like one of Mom's lovers than Dad, so Flurry had long suspected other genetics had occasionally been involved.

“Oh you better believe I have,” Mom smirked and narrowed her eyes. “Honestly he’s too good for me, it took me forever to convince him to cuck me in return. The fact that he chose his sister though… I mean I know he’s been bucking her since they were teens but still, to choose her as the first option to put an extra-marital foal in really had my nethers churning.”

“Mom!…” Flurry flushed more sharply when Mom took Flurry’s response as a flag to go all in. “I-I’m his foal… right?”

“Yes,” chuckled Mom, giving her an affectionate kiss on the cheek. “As are most of your siblings, but even if you weren't, we wouldn't love you any differently.”

"Do they know?" Flurry shifted her eyes back and forth a bit.

"Heartthrob knows other sperm made him, yes, and we'll tell Mistletoe when she gets to sex ed in school," assured Mommy, referring to two of Flurry's many siblings. "And they'll both know that Shining is their real dad in all the ways that count." She backed off on the conversation and added gently. “I’m glad you’re feeling up for it, but do remember you can tell us to stop at any time.”

“I-I know…” Flurry gulped again, but knew she wouldn’t want to stop. Her dad was… kinda hot, and Mom was ridiculously gorgeous, even if she’d never admit either aloud. Given how amorous he and Mom were, he was also no doubt very experienced. Not to mention Mom was almost always pregnant, even if two weren’t Dad’s that was still something. She wasn’t pregnant at the moment only because she’d given birth to Flurry’s new youngest sibling Sotto Voce a few weeks ago.

“You know, you’re lucky being the first born,” Mom couldn’t keep the conversation out of the gutter for long, her hoof stroking Flurry’s rump cheek a bit more firmly. “You’ll get to participate in all of their 13th birthday parties… by the time we get to little Sotto, it’ll be quite the sibling orgy.”

“Mom…” Flurry sighed, but was a bit less intense in the reprimand this time, and her tail instinctively flexed upwards at the rubbing.

Mom giggled and batted the tail with a hoof, pulling it away just long enough to slip off her front socks and toss them off the bed. The one hoof returned, Flurry tensing as the smooth, well-hooficured surface slid down over her pucker and right to her vulva, slowly rubbing in a figure eight motion around them both. Flurry hadn’t expected it to go there until the party and bit her lower lip a little, but didn’t pull away as her mother moved her muzzle right to Flurry’s ear.

“Oh? Did the conversation make you a bit moist?” Mom asked, blowing warmly against Flurry’s ear as she spoke.

“Y-yeah…” Flurry panted. It wasn’t like she could deny it with her moisture collecting on her mother’s hoof. She kept her eyes forward, but glanced over when the hoof was removed, watching Mom slowly lick said moisture off the bottom of her hoof, seeming to savor it.

“Hm…” Mom pondered. “Your bits actually taste more like your auntie's than mine. That’s interesting.”

“Mom…” Flurry panted again, but it hardly sounded like a complaint at all by that point.

“You know, your dad isn’t getting all the fun, either,” Mom moved to nibble at Flurry’s ear as her hoof slid back again, sliding the edge against her to just barely part her lower lips. “I’m definitely getting in on this, and you better believe the rest of the family will want in.”

“I figured, yeah,” Flurry took a deep breath, finally giving her hips an awkward flex back against the hoof. Mom held the hoof still as Flurry started to slowly slide herself up and down against it.

“So tense, let me help you relax…” Mom purred out the words and pushed a little with her hoof, guiding Flurry towards the bed even as she used her magic to move the clothes out of the way.

“I-I thought this was… at the party…” Flurry didn’t resist the movement though, pulling herself up onto the bed with her front hooves. It might be a relief to get used to it before doing it in front of the whole family at once.

“Mm, well that’s the main event,” Mom chuckled. “But nothing wrong with starting a bit early, your Daddy started bucking his mother a few weeks before the party. And it’s not like it’s that much more illegal with you almost 13 instead of exactly 13.” She mmm-ed. "The bottom line is... I'm horny and I'd like a go at my hot daughter now."

“Mom!” Flurry outright moaned the word this time, gulping a little again when Mom gently rolled her onto her back on the bed.

“Flurry…” Mom moaned in return, tugging up one of Flurry’s legs and lapping slowly at the hoof, looking down at her with the same amorous look she often gave Dad as she took a moment to suckle it. “I want to taste more.”

“D-don’t um… pop it though… I want Dad to um…” Flurry stammered and spread her hind legs apart, chest heaving with heavy breaths.

“Of course, dear,” Mom said as she glided her tongue down the leg along the inner portion, slowly lapping down her ankle and to her thigh. Flurry felt her insides pulse in anticipation as Mom swirled her tongue about, leaving a trail of wet fur behind her. Her mom’s wings started to flex outward from her excitement.

“So uh,” panted Flurry, finding herself more curious about her parents’ relationship now that they considered her old enough to hear about it. “How often do you and Dad um… cheat on each other.”

“It’s not cheating if your partner is okay with it, munchkin,” Mom purred as she reached closer to her target, close enough that Flurry felt the warmth of her breath against her moistness. “But each of us have a few stallions and mares among the guards and castle staff that we play around with fairly often, some that join us together and some that stick to one of us.”

“Ah, I see…” Flurry kicked the hind leg that Mom wasn’t holding a bit as Mom continued to teasingly work around her slit without yet touching her vulva. “Uh… can I um… never mind.”

“Sure, I’ll introduce you to some of them,” Mom knew what she wanted to ask. “At least the ones that I think you’ll like that would be okay with… deliciously underage affections.”

“T-thanks,” Flurry would have blushed more if that were even possible, her whole body was bright red instead of pink at this point, her wings flexing outwards beneath her to spread out along the bed. She pushed her hips upwards, trying to slide herself against her mother’s tongue only to have the head back away. “Mommy, please…”

“Lovely,” purred Mom. “You’re going to be every bit of the little love bug that I am, aren’t you. I can’t wait to see Daddy throbbing in this adorable little hole.”

“I-Is he big?” Flurry was a little concerned about that. She’d never seen him fully hard, but his sheath was quite a bit larger than average. She knew because she’d been eyeing up quite a lot of sheaths since she hit puberty.

“You better believe it,” Mom nodded, them moved her hooves to spread Flurry’s legs further and massaged against the edges of her pussy. “But don’t worry, this hole is stretchy… if it can fit a foal out, it can fit Daddy’s big dick in. Just got to get you nice and lathered up.”

Flurry started to respond again, but Mom chose then to finally run her tongue down one side and up the other before spinning it around the nub at the top. The words melted into a pleasured squeak as her hind legs twitched and her front legs moved to grasp at her mother’s head. She lapped deeper on the second stroke, enough to glide her tongue over Flurry’s hymen, getting a taste of what was to come.

“What were you about to say?” Mom giggled between laps as she continued. “Don’t be afraid to call Mommy names, she likes it.”

“S-slut…” panted Flurry. It was pretty weak as far as dirty talk was concerned, but she hadn’t exactly put any thought into what her mother might like to be called during sex. It wasn’t like Flurry hadn’t called her bad things during arguments, but it was really awkward to try to do it during an affectionate moment.

“It’s a start,” said Mom, pushing her muzzle against Flurry and moaning, letting the vibrations shiver through her deepest reaches. “Mmm… I know you’re more creative than that though, my bright little angel.” She added after a particularly loud slurp. “So delicious…”

“P-pedo-dyke…” Flurry tried again, but felt more embarrassed when Mom had to stifle laughter at that one in an effort not to embarrass her. Still, the fact that she stifled it by pushing her muzzle more firmly against Flurry’s entrance felt amazing, and she had to take a few moments of kicking her legs before continuing.

“Stop laughing!” squeaked Flurry, thumping Mommy’s horn harder than she intended with a hoof, then gulping a little when it made her moan. “Bucking masochist… just get your hips over here so I can taste Daddy’s favorite hole.”

“Mm, that’s a bit more like it, just let it flow out,” Mom encouraged. “But I think your little puss might be his favorite once he gets a taste of it.”

Flurry quietened down for a moment as her mother turned about, climbing fully onto the bed and settling with her rump above Flurry. Her mother was quite large even for an adult, so had to scrunch up her body a bit to settle herself over Flurry’s face as she sat her tush down, spreading out her hind legs to give Flurry a full view of her own drenched slit. The whole time, she didn’t stop licking at Flurry’s, just turning her head around as she went.

“H-have you… done many foals?” Flurry found herself curious as she stared stiffly up at the hole she came from, intertwining her hind legs with Mommy’s front.

“Not since I was also a foal,” chuckled Mommy before going back to lapping. Flurry supposed it was nice to know that she loved her enough to make an exception to her normal activity. “Mmm, that’s why I can’t stop, I didn’t remember how fresh a young pussy tasted.”

Mommy lowered her hips, juice dribbling onto Flurry’s nose. She stopped a bit above her, not pushing down against her until Flurry grasped at her hips and tugged her down. She meant to tease her at first as she’d done, but when it was in range, she couldn’t help but immediately run her tongue between the fat lips.

She half expected her mother’s legendary pussy to taste like flowers or pie, but it was more of a slightly sweet fleshy taste. It was sopping wet though, wetter than Flurry thought possible, fluid drooling down her tongue upon mere contact to the point that she had to pull back and choke for a moment. Mommy tried to raise her hips again when Flurry choked, but Flurry pulled them back down, slurping at the hole again when more prepared.

For a time the conversation died out, and the only sound in the room was the wet slurpy bonding of mother-on-daughter. Given that she didn’t have to be careful about popping anything, Flurry was able to dig in much deeper on her mother’s hole, pressing her muzzle more firmly with each lap until she suddenly found her whole muzzle pushing slightly inside. Mommy’s hips shivered and she pushed down, lips tensing around her muzzle. Flurry didn’t pull back, carefully breathing out of the corner of her muzzle when she pulled back, but otherwise full-on penetrating her mother’s sloppy pussy with her face.

Flurry nursed on her mother’s juicy hole, moving her hooves to massage at her spongy breasts right above, watching the adult’s hips roll against her, trying to mimic the movement with her own hips. Despite the awkwardness of unexpected love-making with her mother, she slowly felt her body tensing up below. She’d had orgasms while masturbating before, so she knew what was coming, but somehow it felt more intense than before as it welled up within her.

It built for a long time and went over suddenly, a jet of thick filly cum spraying up into her mother’s muzzle, who guzzled it down eagerly and moaned. When Flurry started gagging violently inside her mother, the mare tired to lift her bottom to give her breathing room, but Flurry clung to her, head lifting off the bed as she continued to work her muzzle inside of her, opening her mouth as far as she could to stretch her within and twisting her face one way and then the other.

Mommy gagged herself at Flurry’s antics even though she’d pulled her own head back, her hips suddenly thrusting into a blur, almost giving Flurry whiplash as she continued to cling, then bubbling over.

Flurry had to pull back when Mommy blasted off, the flood of juice was too much for her to swallow down fast enough. She fell back onto the bed, happy secretions flowing out onto her face and wetting the bed around her head. She closed her eyes as they were splattered with goo, stinging a bit, but kept her muzzle open, gargling a mouthful before swallowing it down.

“Celestia’s eldritch mane,” Mommy swore as she looked down at Flurry between her legs, eyes wide. “How are you better at that than your father?”

Flurry blushed again. She’d lost it mostly in the heat of the moment, but as she came down it occurred to her fully how lewd the act had been. She didn’t answer her mother’s compliment, certain it was an exaggeration, instead letting her legs splay limply as her wings rested fully-spread on the bed.

“I’m not even kidding,” Mommy said as she turned herself around, laying next to Flurry on the bed with their heads even. “That was incredible…”

“S-stop…” Flurry looked away. “I-it’s just cause my muzzle’s smaller and fit more inside…”

Mom giggled, turning Flurry’s face to face her with one hoof, then kissing her nose. The kiss deepened until it was a full on make-out, exchanging the taste of one another’s holes as their tongues battled together. Needless to say the more experience tongue won that battle, but it was an amazing fight.

“Don’t sell yourself short,” Mom said as she pulled her face back and slid her hooves down over Flurry’s sweaty panting body. “I might just have dumped him for you if you’d been around back then.”

“Stop cucking,” Flurry rolled her eyes. “Dad isn't even here.”

“Actually, I am,” her father’s voice cleared his throat from the door.