Gen LeZbian

by Incandesca

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rarity, Silver Spoon, Porn, Sex, Fetish, Diamond Tiara
Length: 3193

In which the rich bitch Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon teach Rarity a little lesson on generational divides.

Aren't old ponies so annoying?

Diamond and Silver certainly think so, especially when said old pony is washed up hag Rarity screeching about them bullying her flat-chested sister again.

Oh well. Nothing a bit of merciless lesbian fun can't fix, right?

Contains: Female/Female, Dub-con, Humiliation & Degradation, Mindbreak, Cunnilingus, and a tritet of jiggly wobbly rich bitch titties.

This story was commissioned by Talesic. If you enjoy this story and would like to receive one of your own, see here for more details!

Cover art is derpi #2902306

Published 2024-01-13 20:10:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-01-13 20:10:00 UTC

Okay Boomer

Ssssllllurrrrp... pop!

Fuck, Diamond loved boba.

Aside from the wonderfully rich but light, creamy tea flavor and its addictively subtle sweetness, the sensation of that tapyoka was unbeatable. As if that weren't enough, some more special bobas had pearls filled with whatever sinfully sugary flavor, the skin so thin she could make it gush simply by tongueing it hard enough.

It gave her an odd feeling, almost akin to power. Was that weird?

Maybe.

Probably.

Almost definitely, in fact.

Not like she'd care.

"Enjoying yourself, DT?"

Diamond glanced over her straw to the smug, grinning face of her girlfriend. She answered with a flirty, half-moaning "Umhmmmmm~" and returned to her drink.

As she sipped, her attention travelled lower, beyond Silver's pretty face to that svelte, slender build and her ripe, budding melons. Not too big. Not too small. The exact right amount of lift provided from her bountiful youth.

Perfection.

Silver knew it as well as any other, and she showed it. A thin white schoolgirl's blouse clung tightly to her chest, buttons undone as far down as she could get away with. Given the nation's lax view on sexuality and the dizzying bit count of her family estate, that basically meant she could show everything she wanted. Honestly, she could probably get away with strolling around in nipple and pussy pasties and not a soul could step to her.

She preferred not to though. Oh yes, any passing pony on the street was given clear view into her vast valley of gray-furred cleavage, but nothing beyond. No sideboob, underboob, or nipples.

Save the twin, pointy peaks pushing against her cloth. Silver liked to tease, and to that extent she didn't bother herself with bras.

Diamond would know. She didn't either.

Further down, the shirt ended where her breasts did, exposing her flat, trim midriff. Lower, a pleated, plaid red microskirt hugged her hips, tugged a few inches low enough for her sky blue thong to show. At the right angle and when the wind picked up, somepony might just be lucky enough to catch a peek at the outline of her swollen, panty-clad pussy lips.

It got lots of attention from the boys. Too bad for them, though. Only pretty lips and pink pussies for these two.

Gosh. Diamond adored the rise she got from those naughty, dirty creeps. All those tented shorts and blushing faces, frustrated knowing they'd never get one of their nasty boy hands down either mare's panties.

Because naturally, when it came to freaky fashion, her main squeeze was just as bad as Diamond herself. I mean really, where do you think Silver got it from?

They always went around wearing the same outfit. If not the same, at least matching. No matter what they strut their sstuff in, 'decent' was a word long lost in their lexicon.

Not that it mattered right now. Sitting across from one another at a round outdoor table, surrounded by the floral verdancy of Ponyville's park, they didn't have much of an audience to exploit.

Grinning, Diamond popped another few bobas with her tongue. Together they gushed out all their gooey goodness, and she couldn't help grinding her thighs together.

That was another thing she love love loved about bursting boba. It reminded her of making a girl's clit squirt right in her mouth.

"Y'know, it's a shame Sweetie ran away," she mused. "Little tart's a fuckin' snack."

Silver snorted, taking a bite from her dripping basil melt. "Tch. I guess. Can't be a real slut if she can't handle a little jeering, though." She took another bite.

"Mh. Maybe you're right."

In truth, 'a little jeering' put things politely. They had been ruthless, jabbing her itty bitty teeny titties, smacking them around, and twisting her nipples as they made all manner of mockery. No insult was too low a blow, and they'd laughed about as much as she cried.

When she did manage to twist herself from their grasp, she ran away sobbing. Too bad, honestly. They never got the chance to compliment her on that fine bubble booty she'd been swingin' around. It was what drew them in to start with, like sharks to blood.

Oh well. Perhaps Silver was right. Diamond still wanted a piece of that prime unicorn flank, but they weren't about weak ass bitches. DT and SS needed a babe who could take abuse long and hard into the night, pass out, then beg for more.

Silver opened her mouth to say something, but paused. Ears swiveling, she and Diamond focused on a far away sound, growing closer. Soon it became clear as stomping hooves, coming right for them, and they sounded angry.

They looked over, together, and their eyes went wide.

"Rarity."

Their eyes met, and matching smirks graced their lips.

"Looks like somepony snitched," Diamond sneered.

"Heehee. This'll be fun."

Before the older mare arrived at their table, they went back to their lunch as though nothing were amiss. Between sips of boba and mouthfuls of crispy green salad, however, both snuck leering peeks at the approaching onslaught.

Being somewhere in her 40s now, age had taken its toll on Rarity's body. Straining her button-up blouse were two heaving jugs Tiara struggled to call breasts, more tempted to refer them as bags if anything. Each could shame a watermelon, sagging by their own weight and so filled with fat every clop of her hooves sent them wobbling. Really, Diamond was surprised she heard her hoofsteps before the clap of those titanic titties.

The rest of her showed obvious signs of maturity as well. Faint crow's feet laid beneath her eyes, and on top of being far too busty for her own good fertile plumpness had seen fit to establish itself across the rest of her figure.

Her butt, scarcely contained by a modest pencil skirt, gave Sweetie's a serious run for its money. Her hips? Door-brushing. Thighs? Gap non-existent. Celestia that must give her some truly awful chafing.

What made Diamond grin most of all was Rarity's paunch. It was slight, but prominent enough she saw gentle folds crease the linen of her blouse.

So much ammo to work with. To think they'd tried for Rarity's crybaby skank of a sister when they could have reeled in this MILFy pack of goodness.

Rarity arrived at the same time Diamond finished her drink. Fists balled, scowl apparent, an untempered fury broiled behind her sparkling sapphire eyes.

"Hello Miss Rarity," Diamond allowed. Her voice rendered silky smooth, like the rub of a slinking feline against its owner's legs. "Isn't it a lovely afternoon?"

"No, I'm afraid it's not."

"Aww." Silver pouted, thumbing the bottommost button on her shirt. "What's the matter?"

"Don't play games with me, you little ruffians. You and I are both well aware why I'm standing here right now. Do either of you have anything to say for yourselves? Why, I ought to head straight to your parents and give them a piece of my mind!"

Diamond placed a dainty hand to her muzzle, feigning shock. "You would never!"

"Yeah! We were only having a little fun, that's all. You can't possibly be angry at us for that."

"Oho, that's where you're wrong. I most certainly can. To think I ever believed you two had turned any sort of corner at all!" She sneered, glaring molten at each young mare's all-but-exposed chests. Diamond didn't fail to miss the faintest pink that followed on Rarity's cheeks. "Correction. You two have certainly turned a corner, if that corner were the dingy street of some seedy Canterlot whorehouse!"

"Wow! Language, much?" Diamond, giggling, waggled her finger. "We're just a couple innocent fillies enjoying a nice picnic in the park. What would it say about you, a mature adult mare, coming up and sexually harassing a couple young fillies?"

"Besides," Silver went on. "We didn't mean to hurt Sweetie's feelings, honest! We were actually trying to see if she wanted to join our little, mmm... relationship~"

Then, for Rarity to witness with wide eyes and slackened mouth, Silver grabbed Diamond by her head. The two made out fiercely, moaning and blushing as their tongues collided and spit formed bridges.

"W-well I never! If that's how you try to lure perfectly innocent, sweet girls into your hedonistic filth, I pray for the sort who falls for it."

The two parted, panting heavy for breath. Diamond narrowed her eyes, running her wetted tongue across her kissable lips. "You're one to talk with a body like that."

Rarity's voice grew low, dangerous. "And what ever is that supposed to mean?"

Silver sneered. "Isn't it obvious? Look at you!" She wavered her hand at Rarity's front. "Saggy balloon tits for one. Your nipples are so big I can see them through that top!" She cackled.

"Yeah. And not to mention how tiny that top is in the first place." Standing up, Diamond poked Rarity in the belly. That proved sufficient to set off waves of rippling, jiggling flesh across her belly and up to her breasts. "You should really wear something that actually fits you. I mean, how do you even manage to button that thing up?"

Rarity's fury faded into astonishment. It was clear, from the look on her face, she wasn't used to receiving such nasty comments. Especially not from girls half her age and near a full head shorter.

Silver smirked and tossed her platinum braid. "And look at those age lines!"

"Right? She looks more like my mom." Staring Rarity right in the eyes, a wicked, evil, toothy grin split her face. "Just a fat, washed up old hag. Nothing like us."

The two young mares snickered.

"You- I- What-"

Rarity's attempts to scrounge a retort failed entirely. Her mouth flapped, and Diamond reveled in the glint of tears she saw form in that old cunt's eyes.

"That's fine though," Silver assured, and suddenly, appeared at Rarity's back. Her eyes widened, but before she could try anything Silver's hands shot under her arms, seizing two generous handfuls of fatty breastflesh.

Taking the opportunity, Tiara closed in for the kill. She wrapped her arms tight around Rarity's wide, pudgy waist, and pressed her smaller, nubile, pristine form against the unicorn's mature own. Their breasts squished together, a pair of pink and white marshmellows. The pressure flattened them together, and Diamond heard the buttons of Rarity's shirt creak under the pressure.

"Betcha miss being as hot as we are," Tiara giggled. "But getting to fuck us is close enough, right?"

They didn't give her time to respond. While Silver's left hand remained to grope, squeeze, and generally molest with impunity, her right slid beneath. When she found the hem of Rarity's skirt she plunged in, breaking past the barrier of lacy panties and into the realm of sodden, swollen snatch.

Silver laughed. "Wow, DT! She's so wet already. Think she gets off on being called an ugly old hag?"

Beginning to rub her hard nipples against Rarity's full on teats, Diamond shuddered at the prospect. "She'd better! We only grab sluts who know how to take it. Still to bad we couldn't break Sweetie Bitch, but at least we have this one!"

"Mhmmmm~"

A seismic shiver wracked Rarity's body. Silver, eyes glimmering, pistoned her digits slickly in and out of her dripping folds. Schlick, shlick, schlick, schlick, schlick~!

At last, it appeared to dawn on Rarity the possibility to retaliate. Swirls of fine azure wrapped about her horn like ribbons, but Diamond put a swift stop to that.

The second her hand grasped Rarity's spire, the spell flickered out. A groan left her mouth, and she struggled to pull away. Trapped between two younger, fitter earth ponies though, she didn't stand a chance of escape.

"Heehee, that feel good?" Diamond teased. Languidly, like stroking a cock, she pumped her hand up and down. Her manicured nails traced the spiral divits, her thumb flicked against the tip. Soon, with her working up top and Silver down low, Rarity was whining and bucking her hips against Silver's hand.

Then, with a sharp whipcrack of her palm, Tiara slapped Rarity's right tit. The force made buttons pop clean off, and the fabric groaned with increasing discomfort. Both fillies shared a good, hard cackle at that.

"Jeez, you really are fat, huh? I wonder what all those ponies in Canterlot think when they see you."

Silver fingered faster, biting down on Rarity's exposed neck. "You'd never get on any model magazine with blobs like these." For emphasis, she smacked Rarity's left breast in the same way Tiara had, sending another two buttons into the stratosphere.

That seemed to be the brink for Rarity. With a horse, choking sob and rivers of running mascara, she came. Squealing, her spine arced, and as a deluge of squirt flooded her panties, coalesced blue magic gushed from her horn. Diamond pumped hard, getting her hand smothered in the tingly, glittery stuff.

Able to stand no longer, Rarity fell. Her bare knees hit the dirt and grass, and the two girls let her. Dirty sluts didn't deserve to stand like real ponies anyway.

"Ooo," Silver cooed. Coming up beside Diamond, she grasped her hand, observing the ectoplasmic goop. "Sparkly. Whaddyou think it tastes like?"

"Gonna find out! I didn't even know unicorn horns did that."

"Oh, we totally gotta do that to Dinky next time we see her."

Nodding eagerly, Diamond brought her hand to her lips. Catching a quick dollop on her tongue, her tastebuds lit on contact. She moaned, and slurped the rest with eager abandon.

"What, none for me?" Silver whined. "No fair. I'm your marefriend!"

"Too bad, so sad~ I'm the one who earned it."

"Are you gonna even tell me what it tastes like?"

"Soooo good. Like blueberry and blue raspberry, but poprocks and girlcum."

"Fuck."

"Right?"

Having nearly forgotten the whore at their hooves, Rarity's pitiful whimper reminded them.

Diamond smiled. "Trying to get up?"

Dropping down to straddle Rarity's waist, Silver tore her front open. "Not happening."

With the lock released, two mountainous marshmellow mammaries burst into the air. The bra underneath - lacy and black - was so small the meat of her tits overflowed the cups. To say nothing of the nipples, so wide and puffy a pony with half an eye could distinguish the teat from aereola.

Silver ripped that off too. Sluts didn't deserve modesty.

"Purple nipples. Cute~"

While Silver worked on kneading the dough and yanking the corks, Diamond dove between Rarity's legs. She showed to the mare's no doubt pricey skirt the same amount of respect Silver had, as with the panties. Those, however, she kept.

"Hey Silvy~" she chirped. "Gimme a wet kiss."

Not waisting a second, they dove into that girlcreamed garment like starving animals. They gathered up as much sugar sweet skanksquirt as they could, then made out once more, swapping it between their mouths.

"Y'know, I'm getting real drippy right about now," Diamond said. Crouching, she eased her damp cotton panties down, an unbroken line of femdrip connecting her clit to the cloth. Silver followed suit. "But I'm quenched. What about you, Rarity? Need some bitchjuice to fatten you up even more?"

Rarity's response came in the form of more tears, and an openly whorish whine of delight.

Taking it as permission - though she'd have done it regardless - Tiara took her own, Silver's, and Rarity's panties into her fist. Wadding them up, she shoved them in Rarity's face - two in her mouth, one over her nose.

"She's gonna smell like pussy for weeks," Silver jeered.

"For months, after I'm done with her!"

Standing up, Diamond shooed Silver aside. "Outta my way. This cunt's face is mine."

Silver, always smart and kind and knowing when to obey her superior, stepped out of the way. Diamond, squatting over Rarity's face, promptly dropped her bubble butt down on her snout. She crooned, and rolled her hips up and down, in circles, smearing that flawless alabaster coat til it was sticky and shiny. The squeaks of protest only made Diamond's muff wetter.

In the meantime, Silver took her place between Rarity's legs. If the fingerfucking Silver gave her hadn't already been harsh, she absolutely fucking fingerblasted her now. Pulling out and shoving forward, Diamond struggled to see her marefriend's digits, detectable instead only as faint gray blurs.

The volume, tempo, and frequency of Rarity's sounds increased. The vibrations sent shockwaves through Diamond's snatch, urging her on to grind and smash her cunny against Rarity's face with reckless, eager abandon.

Before long, Tiara sensed her climax approach. Good thing too, because she was starting to get jealous of her new lesbitch. Silver's treatment had drawn out at least half a dozen or more squirting climaxes out of that old quim, and Diamond itched for her own.

With a cry of pleasure, Diamond smothered Rarity's head, pushing that luxurious mane into the ground. She could only imagine how humiliated and defeated that MILFy cunt felt, which just made her cum all over again.

Panting down from her high, Diamond stood up with wobbly legs. Rarity was a mess. Her hair was frayed, parted, tangled. Streaks of black ran sheets down her no longer white cheeks - all that fur turned to a shining light gray thanks to the infusion of pussy juice.

Leaning down, Diamond snatched one of her panties from Rarity's mouth. She didn't know whether it was hers or Silver's, but she slipped it on regardless. Silver took hers, and last they discarded the shredded remains of what Rarity had worn to come with.

"Think we got her?" Silver asked.

"I dunno." Diamond, with hands clasped daintily behind her back, nudged Rarity with a hoof. "Let's see what she thinks about being our new pet."

Apparently, Diamond had done an even better job of breaking her than she thought. Without missing a beat and not needing one word more, Rarity flipped over onto all fours. Tears continued to flow, but the constant drizzle of honey between her legs provided all the answers.

Squatting down, Silver pinched Rarity's breast. "Her tits are so fat they have to drag on the floor! Gross."

"Filthy," Diamond purred, openly rubbing her slit at the sight.

There were however plenty more urgent things to do than play with their toy. They'd have all the time in the world for that tonight.

Striding by the table, she rustled around in her purse for what she needed. Moments later and she produced a leather leash and collar, complete with a bronze tag that simply read 'Whore'. It was the kind of thing more befitting a dog than a pony, but after all, Rarity was their bitch.

Rarity offered no resistance.

Silver, watching with crossed arms, nodded in apparent satisfaction. "Time to show her off?" she asked.

Leash in hand, Diamond took her purse, nodding. "And I think I know just the tiny-titted brat to show her to."

Author's Note

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