Sparkle Family Values

Flurry looked up, eyes still a little burry from the exhaustion, to see her father sitting on his haunches at the door. His full penis was out, something he might normally be discreet with, but now it stood profoundly as he lightly stroked the throbbing length. She’d never gotten that good a look at it to say the least, and now it was probably harder for her than for Mommy.

“Mind if I join you sexy ladies?” Dad chuckled as he stood and slowly strolled in and up to the bed.

Even though he definitely knew this might happen and he himself planned to bone her at her party at the very latest, it somehow still felt like she’d been caught doing something naughty. Flurry looked away a bit, catching her breath.

“Honey?” Mommy tapped her shoulder with a hoof and pointed to Daddy, who had one hoof on the bed and a smile on his face, apparently waiting for his daughter’s permission to join.

“Y-yeah, come on Dad…” Flurry stammered, her nervousness returning in full now that she’d came down from her first incestuous orgasm.

“Isn’t he so hot?” Mom slid up next to her, whispering in her ear again, then giggled as Flurry sighed and didn’t respond immediately. "I know you think so."

“You two worked up a sweat,” Dad said as he moved closer to her mother first. It was obvious how much he wanted his daughter, but he seemed to be trying to wait for her to make the first real move on him. She appreciated that, but sort of wished he’d just pounce her to help get her over another lump of awkwardness she’d stumbled into.

Mom kissed Dad briefly and they slide their front hooves comfortably around one another, pulling each other close as they both sat up on their haunches. Mom was a bit larger than him, yet somehow their bodies seemed perfect for each other. In the circumstance, Flurry couldn’t help but think about how those two arousing bodies smashed together to create her over 13 years before. She guessed they knew even then that they wanted to have a go at her eventually.

“She was just asking me if I’d ever done other fillies or colts,” smirked Mom.

“Ah, you’ve been better at refraining from that as an adult than me,” Dad blushed a little bit, smacking into another kiss.

Flurry perked her ears curiously at the conversation, blushing a bit again. Her eyes didn’t concentrate on her parents make-out session though as much as they strayed down to her father’s shaft. It looked so stiff that Flurry wondered if it hurt, throbbing hard when it just slightly brushed against her mother’s thigh.

“Well, it’s just the one at the moment though, right?” Mommy laughed. “What was her name? Arctic Wind? She’s only a few months older than Flurry.”

“Y-you’re bucking Arctic?” Flurry blurted out louder than she intended, and from her mother’s good-natured laugh, she’d already known that that was Flurry’s best friend from school.

“Sorry, sweetie,” her father blushed. “It just sorta happened when I was at your school to talk to one of your teachers a few months back… and a few times since then.” He winked. “I didn’t tell her you would do anything with me though, that’s up to you.”

“Just um… wow,” Flurry took another deep breath. “I think… I’d like to tell her but huh… how to bring that up.”

“I’ll arrange to have you walk in on us next time we do something,” winked Daddy. “That should break the ice.”

“She'll be at the main party after our private one,” Mommy smiled between kisses. “Invite her to spend the night; I’d like to meet the hot little middle schooler that swayed my husband’s dick on a whim.”

“She’s staring at my cock,” Daddy whispered to Mom on the next slurp, probably not even intending to hide that he did so from Flurry, and Mom chuckled and nodded.

Flurry didn’t stop doing so, suddenly realizing that she’d started licking her lips in addition to staring. Now that she’d tasted the hole that squeezed her out, she really wanted to taste the dick that squeezed the seed in to begin with. Mom had been right before; the sheer wrongness of all this made it all the more arousing, and she could feel her nethers drooling fresh juice.

“Come here sweetheart, no need to be shy,” Mom slipped a hoof over to Flurry and pulled her closer. “Once you’ve fucked a stallion’s wife, there’s nothing wrong with going for him too.”

“Love you sweetie,” Daddy smiled at her, leaning over to give Flurry a kiss on the lips too.

But Flurry didn’t let him, instead her desire for that thing hanging between his hind legs reached critical, and before she even knew what she was doing, she dove her head down and ran her tongue over the tip, tasting a drop of fluid there already and feeling it tense further in response.

“Or you could kiss there…” panted Dad appreciatively.

“That’s it sweetie,” Mom slid a hoof down her back as her wings trembled a bit. “I got your puss nice and ready for him, now get him ready to sink in.”

“Sure the family won’t mind not seeing her first time?” Dad panted. As usual, he was way too polite even when he obviously wanted something.

“We're not waiting, so neither are you,” said Mommy with a tone that was somehow both sexy and commanding. It confirmed what Flurry had always suspected about who wore the figurative pants in their relationship. “I’ll use magic to heal her hymen when you’re done so they won’t feel like they missed out later. They’ll just think our little angel is a fast learner, which she is.”

Before he could respond, Daddy groaned as Flurry pushed her muzzle over his tip. He tensed up as she dragged her teeth over him, then relaxed when she tried to pull them back, but didn’t complain in either case. He slid a hoof around her head, ruffling her mane a bit in an affectionate headpat as she tried to push herself further down. She opened her jaw until it ached, but then gagged the moment his tip touched her throat and instinctively pulled back.

“Careful, sweetie,” Daddy smiled gently even as she shivered at the feel of her tongue against him. “It’d be embarrassing to have to explain to the family how you’re in the hospital from choking on Daddy’s dick.”

“Please, love,” Mommy chuckled, rubbing her own hoof down Flurry’s back and groping her behind again, her other hoof lightly rubbing at her own slit while she watched. “Don’t forget she’s an alicorn, I guarantee her throat can safely stretch further than the average mare’s.”

Maybe so, but her gag reflex was still there for sure. Flurry tried to push herself down again, groaning in frustration as she choked again. This time she tried harder and managed to swallow against the tip several times in an effort to down it, but was still forced to retreat.

The fact that he was head-patting her when he could be forcing her down on his shaft was a little annoying in Flurry’s cock-hungry state. She reached up to pull his other hoof onto her head, but he didn’t seem to get the idea as it just massaged one of her ears as she made her third attempt before backing off again.

“Dad!” Flurry complained. “Shove me down on it! I can take it!”

“I-I don’t want to hurt you sweetie,” Dad was a little reluctant, jerking and almost pulling his hooves back in alarm at her raising her voice.

“Oh you definitely take after me, little one,” Mom smirked. “I swear, I expected him to call for help the first time I went down on him.”

Mommy seemed to have a better understanding of Flurry’s needs, because she mounted up behind her daughter. She pressed her wet belly against Flurry’s rump to brace her there, then put both of her front hooves against the back of Flurry’s head. The next time Flurry pushed down, her mother shoved her head down with all her might.

Not only was her alicorn mother ridiculously strong despite her lithe body, but she seemed to know exactly what angle to send the force. On the next attempt, Flurry still gagged, but also felt the blunt tip of her father’s cock push open her throat. Her eyes widened as she felt her neck bulge out from the thickness, shoved all the way down until her nose pressed firmly against dad’s belly.

Flurry expected her to start slamming her head up and down, but instead she just held her there for a moment, as if letting her throat get used to the sudden invasion. Flurry teared up instinctively, but didn’t find it an unpleasant state to be in all the same. Even as her lungs heaved and struggled for air, she moved a hoof up to feel of her neck, marveling at the shape of her own father’s meat inside.

“Ahhh!” Daddy moaned, his eyes rolling back and body shivering, temporarily seeming unable to move from the intensity of his daughter’s throat fully encompassing him, her intense gagging now serving as an intense cock massage for him. “C-careful, honey!”

“Relax,” Mommy smirked. “I know our daughter, she’s fine.”

Flurry felt both fine and not fine simultaneously, but didn’t want it to stop either even when her eyes rolled back and her pink face started tinting blue around her eyes. She instinctively pressed her hips back against her mother, lapping her tongue against the base of the shaft as much as she could. She tried to push it further out to lap at his balls, but couldn’t force it out against her tightly stretched jaws. She tried her best not to scrape her teeth, but it was impossible to avoid altogether.

“Sweetheart?” Daddy still seemed worried even though his own hips were twitching, pressing his belly firmly against her face, his sack swinging slightly against her chin. He reached a front hoof to take hold of one of your own. “Tap my hoof if you want us to stop sweetie, don’t be scared.”

Flurry grunted, as much as she could at least without being able to breathe, glaring up slightly at her father as only a young daughter could and pulling her hoof back away from his own. She wasn’t sure she’d ever forgive him if he stopped.

“Told ya,” chuckled Mommy triumphantly. “Calm down yourself, if she was any more eager I’d be worried about you.” She leaned down to whisper in Flurry’s ear. “Our pint-sized cock-fiend wants it hard, doesn’t she.”

Flurry felt seconds from passing out, but nodded as much as she could. With that, Mommy pulled her head back, giving her a few long seconds to take a deep breath before shoving back down again. Saliva and leftover juice from her earlier activities splattered over Dad’s chest as he groaned and Mommy pushed her down again, pulling back and forth with a giant grin on her face.

“I don’t know how long I can…” grunted Daddy, but slid his hooves back to Flurry’s head as he seemed to accept that she was okay.

“Don’t you dare,” Mommy scolded him. “You’ve been saving up for a week for this, so your next orgasm is reserved to paint her ovaries white.”

For a moment, Flurry went limp and let her mother do all the exertion of forcing her head up and down. Every stroke her nose smacked against Daddy’s belly, his balls bouncing to thump at her swollen neck as he pushed back in return, then pulled back until the head of his shaft popped free of her sore throat, barely giving her enough time to catch a breath before pumping back inside. The motions slowly sped, until Flurry only had time for half-a-breath each stroke, breathing in on one and out on the next. It was so intense and so incredibly hot.

“Speaking of ovaries,” Daddy panted, barely able to force out the words, seeming to have more trouble taking the onslaught than Flurry was. “You’ve used a foal control spell on her, right?”

“No,” giggled Mommy. “I’ll do that though, IF she wants me to.”

Flurry could feel Daddy’s shaft pulsing harder with each thrust, and she wondered if that meant he was near to going off. Probably, because he started biting his own hoof as if in an attempt to bring himself down so he wouldn’t. Flurry tried to help him out like a good daughter, letting her teeth rest against his flesh a bit more, but then pulled them back when he moaned and his shaft pulsed harder. Figured that Daddy would be a bit of a masochist…

“Are you sure that’s a good id-” Daddy started.

“Yes,” Mommy said firmly, not giving room for disagreement. “Her pussy, her rules.”

“I really love how perverted you are sometimes,” moaned Daddy, back slowly arching against her. “Love I don’t think I…”

Mommy pulled Flurry’s head back one more time, letting her go without forcing it down again this time. Flurry was still limp, collapsing onto the bed as her mother bowled her father over onto the bed, stomping one hoof hard against the base of his shaft as it throbbed, just in case any sperm was tempted to escape early. Daddy moaned again as Mommy twisted her hoof a bit, letting his equipment slowly cease its pulsing before pulling her hoof up.

“Pathetic,” growled Mommy as she peered down at Daddy with a sneer, then turned back to Flurry as her face switched back to a kind motherly expression, like changing a mask. “You okay sweetheart? Should I cast a foal control spell on you before we continue?”

“I-I'm fine,” Flurry gagged, spitting out a bit of her father’s precum and wiping her lips before massaging at her aching jaws. “N-no… if that’s okay with Daddy.”

“It is,” Mommy spoke for him. Apparently it was his cock her rules. She moved forward to kiss her gently, her horn glowing for a different spell as she numbed Flurry’s jaws slightly to stop the aching. “But if you change your mind, you let me know okay? I’ll cast it right away!”

“I um…” Daddy panted as he lay there. “You know…”

“What is it, dear?” Mommy’s face switched back to dominant as she glared at Daddy. Flurry really wanted to learn now to do that; she'd have to practice in front of a mirror in her spare time.

“It’s just,” Daddy said. “Trust me it’d be super hot to have my foal inside you, Flurry sweetie, but I worry about your um… reputation as a princess. Our subjects have unfairly high standards for you.”

“Oh we can take care of that,” Mom’s face softened again, ruffling Flurry’s moist mane. “Flurry can cast illusions, so she can just keep one on her in public to keep ponies from noticing her belly. Then you just knock me up too, and when it’s time to have them, I teleport hers into me and bear them as twins.”

It was a weird solution, but also kind of hot.

“Ah, thanks,” Flurry panted as she slowly regained her strength. She appreciated that, since as arousing as the thought of having her father’s foal was, not having to squeeze it out herself would be nice. “But Mom, you sure Dad’s up for more?”

“He is,” Mom said, then smiled at Dad. “Notice how she asked me instead of you? She’s getting it.” She said back to Flurry. “Just remember not all stallions are like this. Your father’s just a bit of a sissy bitch in the sack. Your grandpa isn't like that so not sure where he got it from.”

“Aw come on you two,” said Dad, but he still wasn’t moving at all, just letting his legs hang limply by his side as his solid shaft rested on his belly. “I’m up for more either way, though. Trust me, if I don’t get off now, I might explode from the tension.”