The Shriek of the Wire

Out of the enchanted darkness came a big, thick, juicy slab of horsecock.

It landed on Mary’s face with a meaty splat, pressing down on her cheek with its gross weight as the top of the shaft, as wide as a thigh, crossed over her right eye. She could feel rich splashes of precome from the broad, flared tip anointing her hair, hot and bracing as a morning shower, while the rank smell of the oversized member assaulted her nostrils, awakening something in her deepest instincts and spreading those sensations throughout her body.

Her body? Mary couldn’t see it. She couldn’t see anything except that fat, white and gray-mottled cock. But her other senses made up for that. She could feel…everything.

Another cock pressed at Mary’s parted lips, sliding across a teasing tongue as it fought for its rightful place, jostling against its twin in a blind pursuit of pleasure. No…not twin. As the smooth skin rubbed against her own, a thick medial ring caught the side of her nose. Similar, but different…and yet, the ferocious hunger was exactly as she remembered. The head forced her mouth wide, and she passively accepted the length of flesh down her voracious throat, taking the entire thing without complaint. The medial ring stretched her gullet even further – indeed, she should have died before such an assault – but she took it all like a good girl. This wasn’t her first rodeo, after all.

It wasn’t? When had she done this before?

A third cock interrupted her thoughts. It rubbed against the obscene bulge of her throat, peevishly knocking aside the first prick in its frenzy for satisfaction, perhaps incensed by the fact that Mary’s insides had already been claimed. The mighty cock went lower, trailing globs of pre along the woman’s invisible chest and belly before lining itself up for proper penetration.

Mary’s cunt lips felt like a virgin’s as they spread, and stretched, and broke open, and then the monstrous cock sank home, plunging into her innermost depths and making her burble in pleasured agony around the mouthful of prick which, excited by its cocksleeve’s reactions, began to fuck deeper, thrusting in and out with a fresh desperation.

Incredibly, Mary’s cunt had more to give. Her legs trembled, and her hips creaked as a gigantic knot, like a dog’s, forced itself inside, locking the phantom lover within herself. Another cock, this one with a tapered tip but no less thick, spread the cheeks of her fat ass as it nudged against her rear opening. She relaxed as much as she could, knowing what was coming as the prick impaled her, thrusting in time with the others and making her airtight from every orifice.

Mary was nothing but a bundle of pure awareness in the cold darkness. If she could scream, she would ask for more. Between her tits…her hands…her cunt could take extra…and her ass, too. She wanted to be destroyed. All these cocks were so familiar…so similar…but different, in their own special ways. Why were they so familiar? And who – or what – were they attached to? She tried to focus, but the shaking and jostling and fucking along every conceivable axis fractured her thoughts before they could solidify.

They all met in the middle. Nine feet of horseflesh fought for dominance inside of Mary, heedless of internal organs or fatal damage, while the fourth cock blew its creamy release all over the woman’s face, covering her eyes and nose and overstuffed lips and bulging throat with a bubbling mask of white. Her skin felt set ablaze, even as the cocks slam-fucking her mouth, cunt and rippling ass began to disgorge their own hot loads, filling every available cavity with scalding come and bloating her into an unrecognizable, sexually annihilated mess of a human.

More. She needed more!

Through a cloudy haze, Mary saw a flotilla of cocks approaching from all sides – more than she could count, as many as there were stars in the sky. They came in a million different sizes, shapes and colors, but she could sense a common shining thread within all of them, overwhelming her brain like a neon spike.

Pleasure. Breed. Dominate. Love.

The last was a faint afterimage of light, a flickering mirage so brief she almost missed it. Yet, perhaps due to her humanity, Mary fixated on it as the bodiless cocks converged, taking everything she had to give and leaving nothing for the waiting emptiness to claim.

Dr. Mary Parvotti opened her eyes. For a moment, she thought she was still inside the dream, being ravaged by a horde of disembodied horse dicks. The stickiness of sweat cooling her body and the softness of the bed beneath her wide butt reassured her that she was back in the real world…more or less. These days, you could never be too sure.

She put a shaky hand to her face, wiping away moisture. She’d been having some wild nightmares lately. Maybe a talk with the Night Regent was in order. If there was something rattling around in her head fucking up her sleep, she needed to nip it in the bud. This was not the time for distraction – not when there was so much to do.

Mary fumbled for the lamp switch on the nightstand, illuminating the now familiar room with its simple, white-sheeted bed, bare shelves, and the sturdy wooden dining table, carved round, with two plush chairs on either side – perhaps the nicest thing in the place. Now that the Canterlot Institute had to rely on its own sources of funding instead of the largesse of the world’s militaries, they’d had to be a little more frugal in their operations, but at least she could dine like a civilized person.

The small windows high up on the left wall revealed a scene of early morning light filtered through lush vegetation outside, and Mary groaned, thinking of everything she had to deal with that day. It had been a month since that wild Indonesian night, when the world had finally seen an inkling of Princess Celestia’s true nature, and they were still dealing with the fallout. Many countries had cut or limited their ties to the Princess, though they’d also received generous overtures from other, shadier organizations.

In the end, they'd reformed the Canterlot Institute into a true NGO, sharply scaling back their previous collaborations with the governments of the world. It gave them a lot more freedom, and Celestia’s very nature ensured they wouldn’t be running out of money, but they’d had to give up their old digs on the little Atlantic island. Mary missed the place already. If you shone a blacklight over it, it’d probably look like a paintball arena.

Thankfully, Madame Permata Gunawan had come through on her end. The governor of Bali made good on her agreement to provide a base and resources for Celestia and Twilight’s research on the mysterious bergamot that seemed to be in two worlds at once, and the makeshift warehouse deep in the wilderness, surrounded by its attendant living quarters, was proof of her word.

The Princess had wasted no time. As soon as the space had been prepared, she’d sequestered herself away – Mary hadn’t seen a single white hair on those wide haunches in weeks. The vital work was all way above the doctor’s head, so she could only hope it was all worth upending the lives they’d managed to carve out for themselves. Not to mention the sudden lack of intimacy that was obviously driving her insane.

Seriously. A swarm of dicks? What in the fuck?

A gentle tapping on her door brought Mary back to reality. She took a deep breath as her feet hit the carpet, wiping the sleep from her eyes as she stood without bothering to dress aside from black panties almost completely swallowed by her thick thighs and ass, complemented by a matching bra with a lace pattern just outside the bounds of tastefulness. Her regular morning briefing with Linda Kurosawa was always an informal one; as long as Mary was awake and alert, she probably could’ve answered the door naked and covered in…

Well. Even the good Lieutenant had her limits, Mary supposed.

The doctor couldn’t help mentally adding the rank, even though it no longer applied to the Institute’s new head of security. Mary padded barefoot to the door, grumbling as the knocking grew louder and more insistent. “Look, this ain’t the military anymore! You can let me sleep for 15 more minutes, or even half an hour! The world won’t end, swear to God!”

It occurred to Mary that Linda usually just waltzed in unannounced. “Civilian life finally rubbing off on you?” She gave a tired chuckle as she opened the door. “There’s this thing we got called privacy, you should-”

Mary’s words died on her lips.

Instead of Linda, her 18-year-old daughter Julie stood at the entryway…and she was in a state that Mary had never before seen her in.

As far as the doctor could tell, she was supposed to be dressed in some kind of anime-styled magical girl outfit, but only tatters hung from her slender, trembling body. A ripped and wrinkled red schoolgirl skirt was bunched around her waist, revealing a bare crotch with drizzles of wetness dripping down the insides of her thighs. She was all but barefoot; only a single white, torn stocking remained on her right leg. The bottom of her heroic sailor uniform shirt was shredded, and bare B-cup tits jiggled under the white cloth remnant draped across her shoulders, with only a big, poofy red bow tie adorning her neck. Golden glitter was scattered in her black, unkempt hair, sparkling brightly in the sun.

Tears of black mascara ran down Julie’s cheeks, and her whore-red lipstick was messily smudged. Her entire body was splattered with clumps of white, and Mary did not have to guess what the substance was, or who had produced it. Yet, as if in confirmation, the doctor noticed that Julie was cradling a paunch on her otherwise trim, muscular belly, resembling one in the second trimester of pregnancy.

“I…I…” Mary groped for something to say. Julie looked used. She looked thrown away.

She looked like a fucking victim. And Mary almost came in her panties at the sight.

A thin line of spittle drooled from a slack mouth. “M…mommy?”

Jesus. “Get in here,” Mary muttered, gripping the unresisting girl by the forearm and dragging her into the room. She took one last peek outside before slamming the door, and she leaned against it heavily, waiting for her heart to slow down. She hadn’t even had breakfast yet, goddamn it.

Mary watched the shellshocked girl wander over to the bed, as if drawn to it. She stood there at the side, staring at the spot where the doctor lay only a moment before, and she sniffed the air like a beast, her cute button nose twitching. A soft, sensuous moan came from her throat.

The doctor took a deep breath. “Julie. Hey.” She snapped her fingers twice, drawing the girl’s attention. “Do you know if you were spotted?” She spoke slowly, but with urgency. The facility was right next door, and there weren’t many workers wandering about this early, but it would only take one…

Julie tilted her head. “I don’t…think so? I did it just like she taught me…”

What? Mary ground her teeth. “Are you sure? If your mom or anybody else sees you, it’s both our asses. You know that.”

The girl’s face scrunched in confusion. “But…but Mommy just told me to see you. She said…to bring you a present. She said she’d give me cummies if I did good. I like cummies…”

Mary shook her head. Something was getting lost. “No…wait. You’re talking about Celestia, right? Did she send you here?” If that silly mare was really wasting time playing games…

…then why was she playing them with Julie, and not her?

A burst of recognition lit up Julie’s soiled features, and she gave a high-pitched titter. “Oh, silly. You’re thinking of Mean Mommy. I dunno where she is. But me and Cockmommy are having so much fun! I love her lots more than my old mommy!” She gasped. “Oooh! I bet if you ask, she’ll be your Cockmommy too! Then we can all have fun and get cummies together!”

“I…ah…I’ll think about it.” This fucking conversation was not at all going the way Mary expected. What had the Princess done to her? “Was…that outfit her idea? I didn’t…uh…think it was her style.”

Julie grinned brightly, performing a fashion-show twirl. The frayed tatters of her red pleated skirt fluttered about her waist. “Isn’t it cute? She said if I wanted to play, I had to dress nice. I didn’t wanna wear it at first, but-”

She froze. Her eyes suddenly got a faraway look, and she began to tremble again. “I…I was a bad girl…but now I’m not! Now I’m a good girl! Good girls do what they’re told, and they have fun! Even when it makes you cry, that’s just the rain leaking out to make room for Cockmommy’s sunshine!” She rubbed her belly in a manic daze. “Warm sunshine cummies in my tummy…all day…and all night….and all day and night and day and night and day and night-” Her voice began to rise to a panicked squeal.

“Whoa, calm down!” Mary grasped the girl’s shoulders, shaking her gently. “Julie, shhh, it’s okay!”

Julie’s wailing stopped abruptly, and she fixed the doctor with an eerily serene gaze. “Of course, silly. Cockmommy makes everything okay. Do you want your present, Mary?”

Mary took a step back, releasing the girl as if she were burning. Oblivious to the other’s unease, Julie dropped her own hands from her belly, letting her arms swing loose at her sides, and she stood before the doctor like a puppet with twisted strings. A strange gurgling sound profaned the quiet room.

“I helped make it,” Julie said in a stage whisper. “Cockmommy did most of the work since I’m stupid, but keeping it warm and fresh is a really important job, even though I tried to sneak a taste. She didn’t like that…she said it’s all for you, after all. You’re so lucky.”

A muscle in her cheek twitched, and her breathing became labored. “Y-you wanna know what it is? Can you guess? Can you g-guess what it is, Mary?” Her voice was now a strained whine, but Julie only stared at the doctor with wide, unblinking eyes. The rumbling gurgle grew louder.

Mary tried to force herself into calmness, using every ounce of will she possessed. It didn’t work. “Julie…listen. You need to-”

Mary stopped cold. The strange sound had gone silent, and a suffocating tension suddenly filled the small space.

“Julie?”

Her expression had changed. Any bit of strain in her body was now gone, replaced by a sagging looseness. A grin of infinite relief took over her face, and her hands went to her heart, as one listening to a half-remembered voice.

Julie sighed as thick clumps of cream began to drip from her twitching cunt. The drip became a drizzle, and then, like a faucet opened to its fullest, come began to pour from between her thighs, splattering to the now sodden carpet and creating an ever growing puddle beneath the girl’s feet.

Mary gasped, backing away quickly from the deluge. But it did not stop. The carpet soon became saturated as the flow of semen, divorced from the physical reality of Julie’s womb, covered the entire floor with a layer of white stickiness while its fleshy packaging grunted and groaned in orgasm, adding her own juices to the impossible torrent.

A familiar, salty-sweet aroma suffused the air, though Mary was in no mood to enjoy it.

“Wait…wait, wait! Stop!” She shook Julie hard by the shoulders, but the girl only giggled rapturously while the puddle became a slimy lake, coming up to their ankles. Mary cursed, fighting down panic.

What kind of crazy bullshit was this? Celestia was sending a message, but the doctor had no idea what she was thinking. Which meant all bets were off.

A fear that Mary thought she’d forgotten settled like lead in her stomach. Princess Celestia was still an alicorn, after all…and an alien. Perhaps this was some kind of object lesson…or maybe the moody bitch was just pissed off. Either way, Mary was for damn sure going to find out what the fuck was going on.

If she didn’t drown first.

Julie shuddered as the river of come pouring from her abused cunt began to slowly abate. Her knees gave out, and she fell back upon the bed with legs spread wide, sending a final jet of mixed ejaculate arcing toward the ceiling. The hot issue rained upon Mary’s face, leaving her caked in streaks of white, yet she scarcely felt it.

Horniness and dread could often be a powerful combination, and that was certainly true now. For all the wrong reasons.

Mary observed Julie for a breathless moment as the girl lay splayed across the white bedding, arms outstretched in pure abandon. Her eyes were closed, and the big red ribbon above her tits moved up and down with a slow rhythm. The bump on her stomach was vanished, emptied of its magical payload, though the odd spurts of jizz still pulsed from her reddened, puffy gash.

The doctor’s medical instincts kicked in almost despite herself. She stepped out of the gunk onto the bed, straddling Julie’s waist in a manner that was not entirely unfamiliar. Mary was acutely aware of the feel of her her silk-clad cunt against the girl’s hips, but she tried to put it out of her mind as she put her fingers to Julie’s slender neck, checking for a pulse. Mary hadn’t the faintest idea about how she might go about explaining any of this insanity, but the least she could do was ensure that Linda’s precious daughter wasn’t hurt. Physically, anyway.

Julie’s eyes fluttered open, and she looked about in confusion before focusing on Mary’s frowning face, giving a tired smile at the sight. Her long, raven-black hair against the covers gave her a look out of a Noh drama.

“Heyyy, doctor. Hope you liked your prezzie. Don’t use all the spend in one place,” she tittered. Her voice was singsong, breathy. “Whatcha doin’?”

“Making sure you’re okay before I kill you,” Mary muttered, putting a hand to Julie’s brow. She was feverish, though how much of the heat was from Celestia’s creamy gift was uncertain.

Mary gradually became aware of a slow, humping friction against her crotch. Julie raised her arms and encircled the doctor’s neck, possessively, as if they were lovers in a secret tryst.

“I can smell your cooooze.”

Mary tried to pull the limbs away, but her strength failed when she saw the flush in Julie’s cheeks, and the slack in her rouged lips. And there was that heat…but now the doctor was sure it wasn’t just a fever. She slowly abandoned any pretense of examination as fresh wetness soaked her panties, and she began to meet Julie’s gentle movements thrust for thrust.

“Julie…we have other things to worry about.” But Mary made no move to pull away.

Julie’s smoky laugh did not help. “I think…you need cummies.” Her hands wandered lower, and she grabbed Mary’s prodigious ass, kneading the fat cheeks and spreading her enough to expose the well-used rear hole to the open air. “Cockmommy likes my mouth.” And she opened wide, showing something pink and wriggling and waiting.

“Julie...” Before she could stop herself, Mary began to crawl forward.

There was a beep from outside, then a buzzing sound. “Goddammit,” spat an irritated voice. “Fucking keycards.”

Mary leapt from the bed like a scalded cat, hitting the floor with a splash. She managed to take a single frantic step before her heel slipped in the mess, and she planted face-first in the inches-deep sea of horse jizz, almost breaking her nose in the process. The doctor had just enough time to struggle to her feet, arms flailing like the most incompetent swimmer in the world, before a double beep came from the door and it opened with a metallic click.

Linda Kurosawa stepped across the threshold, her sneakers squishing upon contact with the sodden carpet.

The towel around her neck looked damp. From the look of her, she’d come straight from her morning workout. A camo patterned sports bra and short-shorts revealed the toned, muscular body of a trained soldier, with abs you could grate cheese on supported by beautifully defined thighs and arms. Yet the pleasing springiness of her cute tits, the midnight-black length of hair like her daughter’s, and the sheen of sweat covering her hard body evoked more of a professional dancer than a roughneck, in Mary’s view.

Until she met Linda’s narrowed eyes. At that moment, any residual softness went right out the window.

“Dr. Parvotti.” Linda peered at the other woman suspiciously. “What was all that noise? You forget how to walk since yesterday?”

“Uh…hey. No, just…rolled my ankle a little. I’m okay.” Mary felt like a bunny being hunted by a hawk. Her pulse roared in her ears. And yet…

Linda shook her head wearily, wiping her brow with one end of the towel as she pushed past Mary, planting her rear in one of the two seats around the sturdy wooden table. She let out a tired grunt. “One of these days, I’ll have to drag you kicking and screaming to the gym with me, ‘cause you’ve been way too sedentary since we got here. A little conditioning would do you good.”

Mary slowly started to breathe again as her eyes darted from Linda, to the bed where Julie lay moaning with two fingers rooting around in her cream covered cunny, to the bubbling white muck at her feet. Puzzlement warred with an almost debilitating sense of relief, and she struggled to play it cool as she made her way to the chair opposite. “Sure…yeah. Anytime. Long as I don’t lose my ass, I guess.”

She sat down slowly, searching Linda’s face for any hint of outrage. But the former Lieutenant simply leaned forward in her chair, drumming the fingers of one hand on the table with an impatient rhythm. “I’ll believe it when I see you lifting iron. All right, let’s get started. Any movement with the Princess? I told her I’d give her space, but it’s been weeks. I need to be in the loop if I want to maintain a proper perimeter.”

Mary forced a casualness into her tone. “N…nah. Not yet. I was…actually gonna try to see her today. She hasn’t spoken to me, either, which is weird. Twilight doesn’t seem too worried, and that’s good, but still…”

The doctor’s mind raced as she spoke. Invisibility? No, more than that…complete perceptual blindness?

It made sense, when she thought about it. Celestia wasn’t stupid. She wouldn’t want to fuck things up with Linda either. And it would be totally on brand for her to let Mary twist in the wind in the service of teaching a lesson.

“Do you know if you were spotted?”

“I did it just like she taught me…”

So, Mary wasn’t the only one with a talent for magic. Julie hadn’t just been getting her womb resized, it seemed.

Mary felt a pair of heavy, fleshy weights on the top of her head, making her tense up reflexively. A curtain of black hair momentarily obscured her vision.

FuckfuckfuckfuckingJuliegoddammit!

“Are you sure you’re okay, Doctor?”

Mary flashed a quick smile. “Yeah. Probably need to get my ankle looked at later. No worries.”

Fluttering fingers traced paths across her heaving chest, dipping into the lacy undergarment and releasing Mary’s tits into the humid air. She could feel her thick nipples immediately harden into diamond, and she had to fight the urge to touch the sensitive nubs.

Linda shrugged. “Just take care of yourself. Put some ice on it or something.”

Mary nodded as Julie’s hands wandered higher, following the curve of her neck up to her face. The doctor felt wetness on her skin, and a salty-sweet taste touched her parted lips.

“Is Mean Mommy making you sad?” Julie whispered a siren’s call into Mary’s ear. “She does that to a lotta people. Let me help you feel better.”

“No need,” Mary said aloud. “I can deal with it.” But Julie’s right hand journeyed down, past Mary’s tits and the slight paunch of her belly, softly brushing the fine hairs just beneath. Then she breached the waistband of Mary’s sheer black panties, and the doctor cleared her throat, hiding a sudden flush as a middle finger plunged deep into her hopelessly soaked cunt.

“All right. Give me a debrief as soon as you talk to the Princess.” Linda gripped her towel with a squeezing twist, letting her frustration show. “I get the feeling she still doesn’t like me much. And that’s fine – I don’t need to be her friend to do my job. But I wouldn’t have left an honorable career, or turned my back on my country, if I didn’t believe in Celestia’s goals. Completely. I want you to tell her that, Doctor.”

Mary tried to focus on Linda’s words as a second, then a third finger sank deep into her pussy, making soft squishing noises. Julie’s breath was hot on her cheek as her other hand cupped one breast, and the feel of the taut nipple digging into the girl’s soft palm made Mary want to squeal.

“Cummies. Cummies feel soooo good.”

Deep breaths.

“I…I will. Didn’t think you cared so much about boring shit like diplomacy and fruitful coexistence.”

Linda gave Mary a sharp look. “I’m not that much of a meathead. The Princess’ arrival is possibly the most important event in human history. Forming an equal partnership with Canterlot is crucial to the development of our species.” She paused. “Short term, anyway.”

Julie’s fingers left Mary’s soaked twat, and the girl made a show of loudly sucking the juices from her digits. The doctor sighed in momentary relief.

“And long term?”

Linda was silent for a while, giving Mary a few precious moments to collect herself.

“Long term…let’s just say, in our world, Princess Celestia could be considered a nation unto herself. She’s powerful enough. And eventually, she’ll be forced to flex that power…much, much more than she already has. I think there will come a time when we’ll see the limits of diplomacy, Doctor. And when that happens…I plan to be on the winning side. That’s all.”

Mary desperately wished their current situation was a bit more normal so she could fully process this information. As much as she tried to block out Julie’s shenanigans, she was constantly reminded by the feel of semen between her toes and that smell, like seawater flowing through a barnyard.

Where’d that dizzy cunt go, anyway?

“At least you’re an honest species traitor.” Eyes forward. “Does Celestia realize how mercenary her new employee actually is?”

“She does,” Linda replied without hesitation. “At least, I believe so. You know how hard it is to keep stuff like that from her. The fact that she still hired me is a mark in her favor, as far as I’m concerned. She understands quality when she sees it. Guess that’s why she’s tutoring Julie, too.” Her voice had a tinge of pride that Mary had never before sensed when talking about her daughter.

“Tutoring? I hadn’t…heard about that.” Mary choked back a curse as, from the corner of her eye, she watched the come-splattered girl in question strut into view with a flirty twist of her hips. Julie approached the table teasing infinite mischief.

Linda raised her toned arms and stretched, working the kinks of the morning’s exertion from her shoulders. “Yeah, surprised me too, but she says she’s learning about Canterlot history. Julie’s always talking about the Legends, or ancient wars, or whatever. She hangs on that horse’s every word, I swear.”

The woman sighed as her daughter planted her bare ass on the solid tabletop, kicking her legs in the air like an exotic dancer while swiveling in place. Julie’s demented giggles were an uncanny counterpoint to her mother’s exasperation. “Honestly, my girl is way too easily influenced. I don’t think the Princess is putting any weird ideas in Julie’s head, but…it’s tough to tell, you know?” Linda leveled a hard gaze over Julie’s writhing form.

Julie got on her knees as she began to gyrate, working her hips like they were all in some seedy small-town club. She parted her thighs and jerked her cunt toward Mary’s face, spreading her lower lips with two fingers and moaning whorishly in blatant invitation. The doctor began to salivate as clumps of leftover jizz plopped from Julie’s messy, blown-out gash, coating her asshole – and the table – in musky juices.

“I wouldn’t worry too much.” Mary’s fist was clenched so hard under the table, she could feel blood in her palm. “It’s just natural fascination. And she wants to be helpful. You should be proud Julie’s taking that kinda initiative.”

“Hm.” Linda sat back in her chair, regarding Mary closely. The doctor probably would’ve been squirming in any other setting…more than she already was. “You know, I told you before that I don’t really give a shit what kinda degeneracy you and the Princess get up to in your spare time, and that’s still true. Hell, it’s even more true now that the world knows all about it. Fuck ‘em if they don’t like it. Any country that lets prudishness win out over actual fucking alien magic doesn’t deserve a seat at the table. I truly believe that.”

Julie turned her ass toward Mary, spreading her knees and bringing her head down so the flaps of her her dripping twat were almost touching Mary’s nose. She gave an impromptu twerk show, making her cute butt cheeks ripple in gentle waves as flecks of come splashed onto the doctor’s chin.

“Mean Mommy never gives me kisses,” Julie whined while she popped her pussy like a pornstar. “Will you kiss me? Please? Pleeeeease?”

Linda’s lips pursed into a severe line. “That said, any and all benefit of the doubt ends at my daughter. As I mentioned, she’s kind of a follower. Corruptible, you could say. Some of the shit that went down a month ago was beyond the pale, even for me. I don’t want her exposed to that. I’m sure you can understand a mother’s concerns.”

They were perhaps a foot apart. Julie looked up at Linda with eyes full of blazing stardust, but the former Lieutenant’s attention was laser focused across the table.

“On that note, Doctor…is there anything you wish to tell me about Princess Celestia’s relationship with Julie? Or yours? I mean, if she was involved with matters…untoward, I’m sure you’d let me know. Wouldn’t you?”

“She’s so pretty,” Julie sighed as she wiggled her butt like a rabbit in heat. “And strong, too. I wish I was like her.” She ran a sticky hand from her cunt over her own contorted body, measuring the differences. “If I gave her cummies, do you think she’d love me?”

The longing in the girl’s tremulous voice put a lot of things into perspective. Julie’s other fingers began to root hard into her twat, and she started to fuck herself with a feverish, almost painful intensity, as if the thought of earning her mother’s recognition was an aphrodisiac.

That delicious pussy was so close. Drenched with cunt cream and frosted with horse spunk, it was a delicacy like no other. Even the reddened, pulsing womb deep inside was visible, hungry for the pearlescent tool of pleasure that conquered it, wrenching it open for all time.

It would be easy. All Mary had to do was lean forward and have a taste. Perhaps she could do it without Linda noticing. Hell…if she tried, she might even convince that hardass to join in. A mother-daughter threesome sounded amazing. Nothing like a taste of homegrown oyakodon to bring them all together, right?

The fantasies flickered in and out of the doctor’s consciousness in a heartbeat. She let the intrusive thoughts pass, instead putting on a winsome smile in the face of Linda’s questioning. Now was the time for Mary to prove the worst of herself.

“I consider Julie a good friend,” Mary said gently. “I enjoy being with her, and to be perfectly honest, the feeling is not entirely professional. She’s pretty…intelligent…hungry for knowledge…I could go on. Celestia feels similar, as I understand. Julie probably reminds her of Twilight back in the good old days, but don’t tell her I said that.”

Julie moaned into the table as her hips began to tremble with orgasm. Mary studiously ignored the girl as she met Linda’s piercing gaze. “As a colleague…as a friend…I would not allow her to get involved in our extracurricular activities, even if she asked. I swear to you, Linda. Julie’s relationship with myself and Celestia is purely non-physical. You don’t have to worry.”

Juices began to stream out of Julie’s twitching cunt as Mary lied. The girl humped the air, and she moaned for her Mommy – which one, the doctor couldn’t tell.

Mary wanted to fuck. She wanted to slam her fist into Julie’s womb, and stretch her insides even wider than Celestia’s fat cock already had. She wanted to force Julie’s head between her thighs, letting her drink the piquant juices from her hairy twat. Mary wanted to mount Julie like a bitch right there on the table in front of her mother, and make her own fat ass clap as she slammed her cunt against the girl’s bubbly butt.

Wishes and horses. The doctor watched Linda closely, waiting for the ex-soldier’s response.

Julie was wrist-deep in her pussy now, and she grunted with every savage thrust, her eyes never leaving Linda’s. For a heart stopping moment, parent and child seemed to acknowledge one other, and if Mary didn’t know any better, she would’ve sworn she detected a glimmer of recognition in Linda’s stern face.

Perhaps Julie saw the same. Her look became beatific, almost worshipful as she went over the edge, and Mary watched the well-defined muscles in her core tense and release in the age-old rhythms. Then the doctor’s own treacherous cunt began to contract, betraying her in its need for sympathetic bliss.

“Mommy,” Julie groaned. “Look. Can you see me? Watch me make cummies, Mommy. I’m right here. I’m sorry I’m a bad girl. F-fuck…watch me, Mommy! Please…p-please see me!”

Hot cunt cream squirted from Julie’s depths, splattering the table with terrible force. Someone would have to re-finish the wood grain, surely.

Mary held her breath, knowing she’d never be able to explain a spontaneous orgasm, yet helpless to prevent the inevitable. She clenched her teeth and squeezed her thighs together, letting the waves of pleasure roll over her while keeping her expression as maniacally neutral as possible. Was she trembling? She was probably trembling. Mary tried to think of an excuse for her state, but all she could focus on was the exhilarating feel of sticky wetness streaming out of her panties.

At least she didn’t moan. That would’ve been a little over the top.

Linda’s look abruptly softened, breaking Mary out of her orgasmic stupor. “Hey, sorry for bringing it up. I didn’t mean to piss you off, or put you on the spot, but it’s better to come right out and ask this kinda stuff instead of leaving it be, you know? You’re a professional, I get that. But when it comes to my daughter, well…call it being overprotective if you want. I’m just glad you and the Princess are looking out for her. God knows I could’ve done a better job at it.”

Anger? Mary could roll with that. She tried to look suitably put out while aftershocks roiled her insides. “W-we’re good. A mother’s love, and all that. Just try to trust us a bit more…and trust Julie too, huh? She’s not a little kid. Even if she does some fucked up shit in the future – and she will – she can deal with it. I think I know her well enough to say that much.”

Linda allowed herself a thoughtful smile, which was among the more unusual things Mary had witnessed that morning. “Fair enough.”

She rapped a knuckle once on the table, almost hitting Julie in the head as she rose from her chair. “Meeting adjourned, then. Let me know when you speak to the Princess, and tell my wayward spawn to come around once in a while.” Drying semen made a sticky mess under Linda’s soles as she made her way to the exit, but she ignored it all, unlocking the door with a wave of her key card.

“And see to that ankle,” she said without turning around. The door closed behind her with a soft thunk.

Mary would have fallen to the floor, if it wasn’t covered in spunk. A sound came to her ears, and she blearily looked over at Julie, still ass up and head down on the table. Her eyes were closed, and a loud snore rattled from her throat. Her red-painted mouth was curled up gently at the corners.

At least someone had a good time. Celestia was surely enjoying herself, too.

The anger Mary had affected in front of Linda became very real at the thought of the sun kissed alicorn. Before anything else, she was going to get an explanation for this bullshit.

Almost anything. Shower, then righteous indignation. In that order.