The library was devoid of life. “Oh no” I whispered, tossing the bag of groceries into the building slamming the door shut once again. Spinning around, my frantic gaze jumped from building to building. Where was she now? I thought to myself desperately. Was it possible I could get to her before...no. I sighed. No, she probably left mere minutes after I did. In that case she was probably already...

I set off in a determined walk through the town. What was I thinking? I mentally asked myself, as I questioned a few passerbys if they had seen my adopted daughter. She was just a little filly. It was foolish of me to think that I could leave her alone, even for the tiniest fraction of time. Fortunately for me, Nyx stood out among the denizens of Ponyville, and almost every pony I questioned had seen her at some point in the last half hour. It wasn’t until I neared the border of the town that I received a definitive location: Mr. Breezy’s shop. “Of course.” I said aloud after I thanked the mare for the latest update. “I should have known.”

A few minutes later I stood outside of the fan shop. A wooden sign with “Sorry! We’re closed!” etched into it hung slightly lopsided on the door. It was already too late. The door was, of course, locked, but simple cantrip soon corrected that. I pushed open the door slowly and crept into the building. The main room was populated only with counters and tables displaying fans of all varieties. Readying myself to shout for my daughter, I was interrupted by a guttural moan emanating from behind a door on the far wall. I quickly made my way across the room, behind the counter, and opened the door.

There, in what looked like Mr. Breezy’s study, I saw the obscene spectacle I had expected, but internally prayed against, seeing today. On a worn red couch, Mr. Breezy lay on his back, his head awkwardly strained upward, staring at his crotch, where Nyx sat, slowly running her tongue up and down the length of his cock. Her vest sat, discarded, a few feet from the couch, but she still wore the headband and magical glasses. She stuffed as much of his manhood as she could into her mouth and began to suck. Although I made no effort to be quiet as I infiltrated the perverse scene, apparently they hadn’t noticed me. I made presence clear with a slight ahem. Mr. Breezy’s panicked, his latest grunt of pleasure quickly turned into hacking cough as he choked on his own spit. Nyx popped the dick out of her mouth as she turned towards me. “Hi, momma!” she said cheerily as she flashed me a innocent smile. As he pulled himself up to a less awkward sitting position, Mr. Breezy attempted to stammer out an excuse. “Twilight, I, uh...it’s not, she just-” His incoherent protestations devolved into a moan as Nyx climbed between his thighs and once more began licking his rod.

I was awestruck. I didn’t know how to handle this situation. I managed to resist the urge to rip Nyx from her worship of Breezy’s cock and storm out of the building, shouting furiously at my daughter. I had tried so many times to ingrain it in her that this type of behavior wasn’t acceptable. Obviously, I had failed, demonstrated here as she unabashedly gave a relative stranger a blowjob in the presence of her own mother. Apparently, though, the issue of what to do would be decided for me, as Mr. Breezy soon attempted to tell my daughter something but it just came out as a mess of syllables. Nyx got the message, however. She stopped sucking and backed up, sticking her tongue out and holding her forehooves in front of her chest like a dog begging for a treat. Mr. Breezy finished himself off with his hooves, and, with a loud grunt, began splattering the couch and black filly in front of him with cum. When he was finally finished, Nyx swallowed any that had gotten in her mouth, wiped her glasses off with her hooves, and giggled. “Thanks, mister! That was fun!”

“Nyx! What did I tell you about doing this sort of thing! I trusted you to stay at home. And look where you end up. Sitting on some stallion’s couch covered in...” I turned my chastising towards the other adult in the room. “And you! I told you if I ever caught you with my daughter again, the royal guards would be involved.” Mr. Breezy only responded by looking down at the floor, suddenly embarrassed.

“We can go now, Mom.” Nyx said, still wearing an innocent smile as cum dripped from her face.

I turned to Mr. Breezy as a levitated a blanket into his hooves. “Just...just clean her up. I don’t want to touch your...just clean her up.” The earth pony took the blanket and began rubbing it over the alicorn filly. As he brushed over her wings she cooed softly. I noticed the rubbing getting a bit more intimate as one hoof detached itself from the blanket and started rubbing her flank. I sighed, but apparently that wasn’t enough of an indicator. Soon enough, the blanket was ignored and tossed to side, as Breezy rubbed both hooves up and down a giggling Nyx, feeling her up even as I stood in the same room. Was she really that irresistible? I wondered.Then, I noticed that he was growing hard again. Nyx noticed as well. “Oooh!” she gasped as she reached for his growing penis.

“I think that’s enough.” I said as I levitated Nyx onto my back, using her discarded vest to form a barrier between me and her still cum-soaked fur. I turned and made for the door. As I was about to return to the outside, daughter in tow, I heard Mr. Breezy talk from the entrance of his study. “Twilight...if she likes it so much, why not just let he-”

“No!” I interrupted as I hastily exited and slammed the door shut behind me, angry that he put what I was already thinking into words.

My anger only intensified by the time I arrived home, having had to endure the stares of Ponyville’s population. Nyx missed no opportunity to wave to anyone in range, attracting more attention. I made note of any stallion who waved back a bit too enthusiastically; I needed to form a list of potential locations if she ran off again.

I closed the door to the library and behind me and Nyx hopped off my back. “I’m going to run a bath for you.” I said as I walked past her, not able to bring myself to look at her spotted fur.

“Mom?” I turned around. She was looking directly at me. “Are you mad at me?” I sighed. Yes, Nyx, yes, of course I was mad at you. I was angry and disappointed and frustrated that you apparently didn’t understand what the problem what, that you even had to ask whether I was I was angry with you.

“No, Nyx,” I told her, attempting to force a smile but based on her reaction it came out as more of a grimace. “I’m not angry with you. I’m just stressed about this trip to Canterlot. Now, come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

“I’ve been thinking, Mom...” Nyx said after that bathtub had been filled with water, and her body was covered in suds. I was tackling a particularly stubborn spot of matted fur. “Oh?” I said in way of a response.

“Yeah...you’re were telling me that I shouldn’t...um, have fun...with strangers...” Have fun? Is that what they called it now? I smiled and nodded. At least THAT part got through to her. “Well...” she continued “what about having fun with you?”

I stopped scrubbing. My heart felt like it stopped beating for a moment. I could already feel my face turning red with embarrassment. “W-what?” I managed to squeak out, hoping, praying that I had heard her wrong. I then noticed that I had stopped scrubbing with my hoof directly on her cunt. I jerked it back.

“You’re not a stranger.” she said matter-of-factly. “We could have fun. I know that mares like it when I-”

“Okay, that’s enough!” I interrupted, not particularly interested in hearing her confessions. She simply shrugged and remained quiet. I resumed bathing her, despite how awkward it had become. As I ran the cloth up her sides and started cleaning her wings, she murmured softly in obvious pleasure, staring at me with half-lidded eyes. I attempted to ignore this. As I moved from one wing to another, I felt a slight pressure pushing against my hooves. Quickly stopping my cleaning once again, I stood awed as Nyx’s soapy wings slowly emerged. They were soon splayed in a grand manner, water dripping from them. She was still staring at me with those seductive eyes. Was my own daughter trying to...

“I-I think you’re clean enough. Dry yourself off and get dressed...I have something I need to do.” I turned around and bolted from the room without waiting for a response.

Several hours later

“I’m coming!” I shouted.

I rushed towards the front door of my library-home, where a loud, sharp knock had just emanated. Throwing it open with my magic, I saw just the pony I had hoped to: Applejack stood with a warm smile on her freckled face.

“Applejack! I’m so glad you made it in time.” I said cheerfully, ushering the blonde pony into my home as I tossed the packed bag I was carrying onto the table. “I was worried that the message hadn’t reached you...so hard to communicate without Spike around.”

“Yep, I got your message and came straight here, Twi.” She said, her southern drawl as distinctive as ever. “You know I would never let you down. So where is the little hellion?”

“She’s taking a nap right now...she had a...busy day.” Yes, Applejack, I need someone I could trust. As the element of honesty, you were the perfect candidate. But that wasn’t all. I needed someone who was absolutely, indiscriminately, perfectly straight. That was essential. I knew Applejack was straight. We all did, thanks to the time we spent in Appleloosa. It was the night after peace had been properly brokered between the settlers and the buffalo. All of us were celebrating, and Applejack might have had a bit too much to drink. Her and Braeburn were flirting with each other...heavily. It was obvious (to me at least, from a sober and detached perspective) that they were very both interested in the other, but I didn’t know if the booze could overcome their inhibitions.

It did. After most of the other ponies had fallen asleep right on the floor of the saloon, Applejack grabbed her cousin’s hoof and practically dragged him upstairs. The screams of ecstasy that soon echoed through the building woke up everypony in the building who hadn’t drunk themselves into a coma. We were all too polite to mention it in morning, of course.

I had heard rumors from Dash that her and Mac “had fun” on their private farm, of course, but this confirmed it: Despite a worrying fixation on her family members, Applejack was straight. That’s why I chose her as my impromptu babysitter.

I told my friend to make herself at home as I rushed up to my bed where Nyx slept soundly. A light stir woke her up. She blinked several times. “Hi, mom.”

“Hey, kid. Listen, I’m about to leave for Canterlot, and...well, I’ve decided to get you a babysitter.” That woke her up.

“What?!” she yelled, hopping to her hooves. “A babysitter?!”

“Yes, Nyx. When I left you here alone today, that was a test. To see if I could trust you here alone. Obviously, I can’t. That’s why my good friend Applejack will be watching you until I get back.” I motioned to the lower level, where Applejack stood. She gave a slight wave.

“But, mom, I ca-” Her protests were interrupted by a three loud knocks at the door.

“Oh! That’ll be my ride. I have to get going! Bye, Nyx. Love you!” I gave a quick peck on the cheek before walking over to Applejack, leaving my daughter sputtering protests.

“Applejack, if any stallions show up while I’m gone...tell them we’re not home, we’re busy, you’re just housesitting, whatever you have to say to get rid of them.” I whispered quickly to my friend as I made for the door.

“Ohoh, that mean you have some suitors after you, Twilight? I never would have thought...” The farm pony chuckled approvingly.

“Not me.”

It took her a bit to get it. “You mean...? But she’s just a filly! Why...if any stallions DO show up, I’ll do more than just shoo ‘em away! I’ll send Big Macintosh after ‘em!” She said, riled up.

I smiled at her passion. “Thank you, Applejack, but that won’t be necessary. I’m trying to handle this on my own terms.” Another knock at the door. “I’ll be back in about a week, there should be enough food to keep you both fed. Thank you again.” I opened the door, where two armored pegasus stood, faces unreadable. “Sorry to keep you waiting, sirs. We can leave immediately.” I closed the door behind me and hopped into the chariot. It wasn’t long before Equestria was rolling by underneath me.

“Oh, I forgot my bag!” I screamed to one the fliers of my vehicle to turn around immediately.

The door was locked. That’s odd. Did they go out already? I unlocked the door easily and entered my home. My bag was no longer on the table where I had put it. Was my short term memory failing...? Then I spotted it. All the contents had been dumped, and it sat empty near the doorway to the kitchen. I walked over to it, simultaneously levitating the items back into the bag. I was about to call out for Applejack, when I heard a whinny coming from the kitchen. No no no no no I thought, the similarity with the incident earlier today not failing to gain my notice.

I rushed into the kitchen, and, at first, everything seemed normal. A few of the groceries I had purchased that same day sat out on the counter, obviously in the beginning stages of forming a fabulous meal. I walked around the counter, and gasped, my fears realized. Applejack sat with her back against the cupboards, the brim of her hat clenched between her teeth in attempt to stifle any moans. Her entire body shook. Nyx lay between her strong thighs, foal tongue lapping at away at her pussy. Applejack saw me and glanced up, blushing furiously. She was obviously ashamed to be found in this position, but made no attempts to rectify it.

“I WAS GONE FOR TWENTY MINUTES!” I shrieked at the pair. No, I wasn’t going to stand for this. I tore my daughter away. Applejack groaned in frustration. She spat out the hat and brought her hoof to her clit, rubbing herself in a frantic attempt to get release. I could only stare at the once proud Earth Pony, reduced to shamelessly masturbating on my floor. She let out a loud whinny as she soon brought herself to orgasm. I granted her a moment to catch her breath. “I didn’t know you were into girls, Applejack. Especially fillies.” I said coldly.

She managed to get to her feet and threw her hat back on. Where she sat was covered in her juices. “I wasn’t. It’s just...your daughter’s got quite a tongue...”

“Thanks!” Nyx interrupted, obviously pleased with the compliment.

“...whew, I gotta tell Rainbow about this one.” She continued as she walked past me towards the door, maintaining enough sense to tell that she is no longer welcome.

Panic flooded me. “No! You can’t tell ANYONE about this, Applejack. It will ruin our lives.”

“Yeah...sure, whatever you say, Twilight.” she replied. I noticed that her legs were still quivering. Applejack opened the door and exited the scene, without so much as an apology or a hint of remorse.

“Dammit.” I said.

If the pegasus were annoyed when I told them we would have to wait, they didn’t show it. Just in case, I gave them a hooful of bits and told them to be back in an hour. Initially somewhat reluctant to abandon their professional duties, they nonetheless wandered off after some insistence.

Returning to kitchen, I found Nyx lying on the floor. She was voraciously running her tongue repeatedly over the floor, where Applejack’s juices had been. I patiently allowed her to finish; at least it saved me the trouble of having to clean it up myself. Minute by minute, her tongue bath of the kitchen floor slowed. Eventually, she gave the floor one final, passionate kiss. She licked her lips, eager to lose not a drop of the precious liquid. Looking up at me with a smile, she sighed contentedly. I raise an eyebrow at her, annoyed. “Are you quite finished?”

“Yep!” She replied, hopping to her hooves. “So what do we do now?”

What indeed? I shouldn’t bring to her to Canterlot: It was simply far too risky to have her in close proximity with Celestia. I considered calling Spike away from his previous obligations. After all, he was a baby dragon, not even of the proper age yet. Nyx couldn’t seduce him if she tried. Then I recalled how well he handled Fluttershy’s animals during the dragon incident. No, Nyx would escape his grasp within minutes. I could already see the frantic letters he would send detailing his incompetency.

Was the answer really another babysitter? Applejack had failed, because she was apparently bisexual without realizing it. I admit, I had failed to account for that. I told Nyx to follow me as we trotted outside. Maybe a bit a fresh air would improve my private brainstorming session. My mind wandered and I began to think: What could have caused this? Was this some latent part of Nightmare emerging? It’s a matter I yearned to discuss with Celestia, as she would know better than I ever could. No...there’s no hope in understanding it. The best I could do was attempt to contain it, and to keep her safe. That was my only concern.

Nyx was rambling on about something as we passed by Sugarcube Corner. The door to the confectionery connoisseurs building opened and I almost ran into another member of the Apple family. I grinned widely at the stallion as he marched into the street, happily munching on candy. Caramel noticed me staring at him and slowed down to a halt, the corners of his mouth twitching upward as he formed his own nervous smile. “W-what?” he stammered.

“Want to go get something to drink?”

We lay on under a tree in the park, Nyx at my side. I nursed a cup a tea, while Caramel sipped a steaming coffee. Nyx had finished her drink and was now trying to inch closer to Caramel without me noticing. I pulled her back to my side every few minutes. “Caramel,” I said after a few minutes of silence. “I need a favor.”

He finished his drink and smiled at me. “I figured as much. I can’t see why else you would want to spend time with me.”

“No...It’s not like that. It’s just- Nyx, stay put. It’s just, I think you’re the only person I can trust with this job.” The answer was that Applejack simply hadn’t discovered her identity as a bisexual. Caramel was different, as he had discovered and embraced his homosexual nature. Plus, if Nyx did attempt to seduce him, Caramel would likely be too intimidated by my daughter to anything. This was perfect.

“I need you to watch my daughter while I’m away in Canterlot. Royal business, you understand. The house is fully stocked and it should only take me about a week.” He said nothing. “...I can pay you, if that’s the problem...”

“No, Twilight. That’s not the problem. You said I was the only person you could trust with this? Why? Surely one of your friends would be better suited to the task?” I sighed. Caramel may have been forgetful, but he wasn’t stupid, and I figured he would notice something strange. So, I told him. I told him everything, from the beginning. His eyes grew wide at the first mention of Nyx rutting a stranger. My daughter stared at his crotch, no doubt looking for any sign of an erection as I regaled him with tales of Nyx’s promiscuity. I admit, my curious gaze followed hers more than once. To his credit, he didn’t appear to get aroused. Perfect.

I ended the tale with confessing Nyx’s latest victim: his relative. He looked particularly shook up at that. “I...don’t understand. Why do you trust me, then, if even A.J. betrayed you?”

...Really? “Do I...are you really going to make me say it, Caramel? I mean, you are...immune to Nyx’s advances. Because...well...you aren’t interested in that sort of thing. You make it pretty obvious, Caramel, you and Big Mac, all that time alone on the farm...”

“Twilight.”

“-it’s just the way you’re bo-”

“Twilight”

“-blaming you, or saying it’s wro-”

“Twilight”

“-haha, dick in ass!”

“Twilight, I’m not gay!”

I blinked at him several times. “What?”

“I’m not gay, Twilight.” I could see tears beginning to form in the corners of his eyes.

Nyx started giggling. “Bu-but I...I could have sworn...” He lept up and began walking away. I tried to apologize, but it only came out as a hoarse whisper. Caramel had dissolved into sobbing before he was out of view.

“...I guess you’re going Canterlot, Nyx.”

“Yay!” Nyx cheered.

Author's Note

The first thing I wrote, pony fanfiction wise. An attempt at a ridiculous parody of Past Sins, wherein Nyx is a complete slut. (unf) The second part of this deviates significantly from the tone of this, and my multiple attempts at a third chapter were all abortive.