Maud-ern Love

A discarded platter of chocolate covered strawberries littered the marble floor of one of the many bedrooms to be found in the Rich mansion. Cheese Sandwich pranced across a makeshift stage, his front hooves furiously working his accordion, laying down the blistering beat of a romantic polka. Mere metres away, Spoiled Rich lay back on the red silk sheets of the love heart-shaped bed, letting out exaggerated moans in time with the music. The middle aged mare’s body writhed frantically as her desperate marehood was pleasured by... the powerful, clenching thighs of Diamond Tiara, her 18 year old daughter!

When Cheese Sandwich had taken this gig, how could he have suspected that he was to be the entertainment at an incestuous tryst, one that seemed fated to rage all through the night? Hours ago, the two high-class mares had sat down to a fancy dinner, the aroma alone of which made Cheese drool uncontrollably. But Spoiled Rich and Diamond Tiara hadn’t even made it through the soup course before they were pressing muzzles together, ripping fine gowns from each others’ bodies, and dragging each other from the grand dining hall to the nearest bedroom. Now the soup was cold, the pussies were warm, and Cheese Sandwich was being driven utterly insane!

Cheese thought he’d seen it all. He was no rube who gawked and made a spectacle when two mares had fun together! Yet quite aside from the mother-daughter aspect, this encounter looked nothing like the gentle threeways he and his wife had enjoyed with Fluttershy. Pinkie’s quiet pegasus friend loved to slowly pleasure her with loving licks and kisses, all under the guise of “teaching” Cheese how best to perform the duties of a husband. Though Fluttershy eagerly spread her legs in turn, Pinkie seemed almost subdued when going down on her, exposing a quiet side to her personality that Cheese had never seen. Yet here in the home of Ponyville’s wealthiest family, no such tenderness could be found. There was nothing here but fierce growling, aggressive scissoring, degrading insults, the slapping of teats and the grinding together of clits and cunts.

To make the scene even more bizarre, Filthy Rich, the stallion of the house and Spoiled’s ostensible sweetheart, was nowhere to be seen! He hadn’t shown, all night, even as his wife and daughter fucked each other silly! Cheese didn’t know what to do, so he stuck to the stage, laying down polka after steamy polka, wondering when he’d be allowed to go home and mentally cursing the perverted foibles of the wealthy!

“I can’t believe that no good father of yours,” Spoiled Rich grumbled. She gripped her daughter’s lithe hips and pulled them downwards, pressing two dripping clams together, arching her back and lifting her own magically sculpted plot off the sheets as she felt the pressure of Diamond’s clit against her own. “I go through all this trouble, hiring catering and entertainment, warming myself up with those aphrodisiac pastries, and he’d rather spend Hearts and Hooves day with that bimbo of a secretary! He has to ‘work late,’ he says — I hope she chokes on his dick! Not that that’s likely...”

Diamond Tiara took the opportunity to unburden herself of her own complaint. “Mummy, we’ve been scissoring for hours!” she scowled with a backwards glance at Cheese Sandwich. “Isn’t the meathead stud you hired ever going to stop playing his damn instrument, come over and fuck us?”

“Ugh, I don’t even know...” Spoiled Rich gifted her daughter a sloppy, open mouthed kiss, but only after making sure poor Cheese was casting another guilty glance their way. Spoiled’s lips touched her daughter’s only briefly, and her tongue work might be described as haphazard at best. “Just do some more of those loud moans, and fake another orgasm on my leg,” she sighed. “He’ll get the point eventually. Stallions always do...”

“Mum, I have to confess something...” Despite her evening of utter depravity, Diamond Tiara blushed. “I—I wasn’t faking those orgasms.”

“What?” Spoiled gasped.

“All of that was real!” Diamond Tiara burst out. “You’ve made me cum... so many times... The way you move your hips is magical! You’re way better at this than Silver Spoon!”

“Oh, darling...” Spoiled and Diamond’s muzzles met again and another kiss proceeded, but this one had real passion and heat behind it. “Oh, my precious filly, you can’t imagine what this means to me! You’ve made this Hearts and Hooves Day so special!” The thought that she’d made her daughter happy brought genuine tears of joy to Spoiled Rich’s eyes. Her lip would have even quivered if those muscles hadn’t been long since immobilized, by the parasprite venom injections that kept her face looking young.

“I... I just wish there were an easier way to bring you pleasure, dear,” Spoiled confessed, once the fierce kiss was brought to a close by a reluctant parting of lips. “I used to scissor mares for your father’s delight all night long, but mummy’s not so young anymore... I can’t go much longer!”

“For pony’s sake, mother, have you even heard of cunnilingus?”

“Oh, that silly old thing?” Spoiled scoffed. “Filthy doesn’t want to watch me go down on another mare. He just has us go ass to ass, and grind on each other until he... finally... gets it up and fucks us.”

Diamond sighed with exasperation. “This is about your pleasure, not Daddy’s!” she burst out. “He’s not even here! When you were with those other mares, didn’t you ever think to ask them what would feel good?”

“Of course not, dear,” Spoiled scoffed. “Why should I care what thoughts were flying about in their empty heads? You know how peasants are... they’ll say or do anything for bits!”

“And you, mummy?” asked Diamond, her mouth moving dangerously down Spoiled’s barrel, dragging thigh quivering kisses towards her wet and throbbing goal. “What will you do, to feel what Silver Spoon feels, every time we’re together? Will you call me ‘Mistress,’ just to enjoy these pleasures again? She certainly does...”

“Wh-what do you mean? Why should I—”

“Let me show you what I mean.” Having reached the magical triangle between her mother’s hind legs, Diamond Tiara lowered her lips and began to tenderly lick at the swollen, winking pleasure bud, bringing an immediate response from the long neglected older mare.

“Oh, Diamond, Diamond!” Fireworks of pleasure exploded in Spoiled Rich’s wine sedated mind, and she quivered from mane to hoof. After so many years of sexual frustration, she’d finally found her own path to satisfaction. If it meant spreading her legs for her brat of a daughter, so be it!

“That’s right, mummy,” Diamond Tiara soothed between licks at the cunt that had foaled her. “Be a good filly, and Mistress will make you cum like never before. If Daddy insists on taking you for granted, I’ll simply claim you for my own. Or perhaps I’ll put you beneath Silver... yes, she’d enjoy having her very own pet...”

Meanwhile, up on the bedroom stage, sweat poured down Cheese Sandwich’s once coiffed mane, and steam blew from his accordion with every thumping polka pump, as he tried to withstand the tempting sight before him. His dick was fully swollen with blood, but his party lederhosen were so tight that only half of the vast meat could actually unsheath. This formed an uncomfortable and very visible bulge in his tiny shorts that took up every scintilla of space between his hind legs: a full erection forced into a space that would struggle to store his half chub!

Cheese’s hefty nuts squeezed and twitched in that high pressure hotbox of stallion-stench, flattened and compressed by his straining thighs and his enormous hardon. These mistreated orbs felt like they’d spent the last week being alternately marched on by the Royal Guard and teased by the tongue of Celestia herself. Pinkie Pie had thoroughly drained Cheese down her throat before he left for this gig, more out of sheer habit than from any fear he might actually stray. Yet that blistering blowjob now seemed an eternity in the past, as Cheese’s balls found themselves weighted down with an ocean of freshly produced sperm, eager to escape into the pampered wombs of Ponyville’s upper class!

This faithful husband had never felt tempted before, but who could resist the sight of a magically enhanced MILF being eaten out by her barely legal daughter? Both of them teasing him with constant hints about how badly they needed a cock to complete the incestuous liaison, and find true Hearts and Hooves happiness? A single glimpse of winking flesh could be disregarded, but a live show performed right in front of him, for hours? Any other stallion would have cracked under the pressure — any stallion, that is, who didn’t have Pinkie Pie to come home to!

Cheese raised a hoof and slapped his face in time to the squeezes of his accordion. “I’ve got to stay strong, stay professional...” he groaned. “I can’t cheat on Pinkie! Not on Hearts and Hooves Day, of all days! She’s the love of my life and she’s carrying my foal! So Spoiled paid me 200 bits, so what? If I pimp myself out to any pony with money to spare... why, I’d be no better than Mrs. Cake!”

At that very moment throughout Ponyville, dozens of tongues were licking at dozens of pussies, yet none were more skilled and eager than Diamond Tiara’s as she brought her mother to a swift and long awaited climax. At her moment of greatest passion, Spoiled Rich gave no shouts or exaggerated moans. She could only muster heavy breathing and a single, cute squeak at the peak of her pleasure.

The pampered yet repressed trophy wife had learned to call out loudly at any feeling that even approached an orgasm. Whether she was lying beneath Filthy’s disappointing thrusts, or performing with the hardly more satisfying whorses he paired her with, she knew that this simulated pleasure was no more than was expected of her. Now, for the first time in her life, Spoiled’s sexual being was consumed not with the need to put on a show for somepony else, but with her own burning, liberatory orgasm. As her climax faded, she thrust her hips into the air, searching for her daughter’s tongue. She was desperate for contact, for stimulation, but most of all for more pleasure!

“Feeling better now, mummy?” Diamond Tiara inquired with an evil smile upon her juice drenched muzzle. “Shall we retire for the night?”

“N-no, please, Diamond — Mistress—” Spoiled Rich panted. “That was amazing, but it’s just not enough! Everything you do to me just makes me hotter... I need a stallion! I need a cock!”

“There’s a stallion and a cock right over there,” Diamond told her mother without sympathy, eyeing the stage and its sweating performer. “Aren’t you the one who taught me to take what I want, instead of whining and begging?”

“But we’ve tried! We can’t tempt him, he won’t budge... he’s not like your father at all! Even after all this, he’s barely looking at us! I think... Diamond, I’m afraid he might actually love his wife!”

Diamond Tiara merely rolled her eyes at this irrelevant suggestion. For such a desperate slut, her mother was utterly clueless about the inner workings of males! The younger yet more experienced mare saw the torment written on Cheese Sandwich’s face, and she knew she could push his buttons as skilfully as he pressed those upon his accordion. His undisputed love for Pinkie Pie had nothing to do with it... “love” and “fidelity” were mere words, which fled a stallion’s vocabulary the instant some nubile teen or elegant matron trotted by with tail held high!

“Now, now, mummy, I’ll show you how to handle dumb studs like Mr. Sandwich here,” Diamond assured. “It’s just as you said... these miserable peasants will do anything for money.”

Turning from her mother’s well licked yet unfucked quim, Diamond Tiara called out to Cheese Sandwich. “Hey, musician! Drop that squeezebox, and come squeeze into our boxes! I’ll pay you one thousand bits for every time you make my mother cum!”

“A-a thousand bits?” Cheese stuttered. The sound of his accordion screeched to a halt, its final wail lost in the air of the suddenly quiet mansion.

“Two thousand!” Spoiled Rich added desperately, bidding up the value of her own pleasure to the level she felt it deserved. Just yesterday, she’d spent 2,000 bits on a bottle of wine which hadn’t been nearly as enjoyable as the orgasm her daughter had just given her! Wasn’t her own pleasure worth any amount of money?

Cheese Sandwich bit his lip. He thought of his loving wife, his unborn foal... and then he thought of fat piles of bits and hot, steaming, horsepussies! Vast numbers whirled in his mind. 2,000 bits, multiplied by the number of times he usually brought Pinkie to climax... subtract “she’s not Pinkie...” carry the “she’s a frustrated, unused trophy wife...” The final tally of this carnal calculation was almost too large a sum to resist! But he could resist it, if just barely. He had to!

Tragically, Cheese Sandwich then made a fatal mistake: he thought of his future. Of the many, many bills that would begin piling up once his foal was born. Diapers, doctor’s visits, tuition, and no doubt a doubling of the family’s already excessive party hat budget! Once their tiny treasure arrived, Pinkie wouldn’t even be able to sell her milk on the black market anymore!

In that moment, the hard working party pony’s fate was sealed. Cheese Sandwich tossed his accordion away and pulled the emergency escape zipper on his lederhosen, desperate for the money he needed to keep his family finances afloat. He sighed with relief as his mighty pole escaped through the sudden hole in the crotch, unsheathing in an instant to its full, majestic length. His balls flopped out beneath, swaying back and forth like fragrant censers, instantly filling the room with a masculine sweat and musk that made two cunts throb and two clits wink in unison.

“Holy Celestia, that’s HUGE!” Diamond Tiara screamed.

“Of course it’s huge!” Spoiled Rich scoffed. “It’s the only thing that can shut Pinkie Pie up!” She fixed the hapless stallion with a fierce and evil glare, her confidence restored. “Now get that monster inside me, Mr. Sandwich, or I’ll be talking to your manager!”

“Yes, ma’am!” Pinkie Pie was the closest thing there was to Cheese’s “manager,” and he sure didn’t want Pinkie finding out about this peccadillo! Acknowledging the order sharply, he leapt into bed with the two supermodel quality mares.

I’m doing this for you, Pinkie, and for our foal... he thought, as he began to sling hose into the juicy and heated cunt of Spoiled Rich. Please, don’t be angry! I know you’d never fuck somepony else without including me...

Little did poor Cheese know how wrong he was... and how horribly, ball-drainingly right! Little did he suspect the squirming, desperate lesbian orgy that would greet him when he finally returned home. As he began to service the two upper crust cunts who let bits flow like water, he was blissfully ignorant of the sexual feats he’d be expected to perform, and the four mares he’d need to satisfy, when he returned to his own humble home for the finale of Hearts and Hooves Day.

Yes, Cheese Sandwich was about to discover one more thing his sisters-in-law had in common with his wife. The harder they were fucked... the more insatiable they became!