The Chapter
A rumble echoed across the sky. Gray, clouded and ominous, the sky threatened to storm with the ferocity of a griffon. Another rumble rolled across the sky and this time a flash could be seen in the distance. Slowly—steadily—the storm rolled across the land, bringing with it lightning, rain, thunder and misery for those on the ground. For those deep underground though, the storm passed unnoticed. They were also unaware of the irradiated, scorched and blasted hellscape that was the wasteland as it lay above them. For those in Stable 2, there was no world left above and the door remained forever sealed, so life went on.
Deep in Stable 2 one could find a gray coated unicorn with a brown mane. She was working away in her maintenance stall, occasionally checking her PipBuck’s clock to see how long she had left in her shift. Her day was nearly over, and she was looking forward to being done. She shook her head and focused on fixing the PipBuck in front of her. With a couple more tweaks, and a touch of soldering, she finished replacing the PipBuck’s broken button. She sealed it back up and rebooted it, a process that took up the last couple minutes in her shift. Once the PipBuck was running again she tested the button, confirming that it worked, and then tucked it in her saddlebags which she put on before she left her maintenance stall.
Littlepip’s journey through the halls of Stable 2 from the maintenance wing to the dinner took a long time, even though she was in a hurry, because they were on opposite sides of the stable from one another. It also didn’t help that one had to take a rather indirect route to get there. By the time she actually got to the dinner, her hooves clopping on its ever present checkerboard floor, Littlepip was rather hungry. Before she could eat though, she had to return the PipBuck to its rightful owner, who was in the dinner’s kitchen. She stepped up to the gray metal counter, where a purple coated mare named Stellar Service greeted her, “Hello there, what can I get you?”
Littlepip floated out the fixed PipBuck, “I have Cake Batter’s PipBuck for her, all fixed up and ready to go. Can you have her come out here?”
Stellar nodded, “Sure, give me a moment and I’ll go get her.”
As she waited, Littlepip looked over what was available. Behind the glass sneeze guard were trays of apple cobbler, fresh apples, and an sweet apple stew. She was quickly brought out of her thoughts as a light-yellow coated mare stepped out of the door to the kitchen on Littlepip’s right. She turned to the mare, Cake Batter, and smiled, “I’ve got your PipBuck here, all fixed up and working great.”
“Thank you dear,” Cake Batter said, her chocolate mane swishing as she approached Littlepip and lifted her left foreleg for the PipBuck Technician. Littlepip quickly to put the PipBuck back on the mare’s leg and locked it in place using her tools.
“There you go Ma’am,” Littlepip said as she floated her tools back into her saddlebags and smiled, happy at a job done well.
Cake Batter thanked her again before heading back into the kitchen. Once the cook was gone, Littlepip turned back to where Stellar Service was and ordered some dinner. She opted for the stew and some cobbler before heading over to a table and sitting down. Using her magic, she floated out her PipBuck's ear-bloom and tuned into the vault radio. The gentle voice of Velvet Remedy, beautiful descendant of Sweetie Belle, amazing singer and her crush, flowed into her ear. As she ate and listened, Littlepip daydreamed about the lovely dark coated mare. Dreams of Velvet singing to her and her alone, or perhaps the two of the spending time together in the orchard chatting as friends and lovers do. All of this came to a stop when she bit down on her fork and felt only metal.
Blinking Littlepip realized that she had eaten her whole meal while daydreaming. This wasn’t the first time this had happened, but every time it was just as embarrassing. Thankfully the dinner was rather empty at this time, so she didn’t have much of an audience. Even Pallett didn't notice, being busy sketching, and she has very keen eyes. Quickly she picked up her plate and utensils, taking them over to the dish return and stopping for a drink of water on her way out; she left, thankful that her laps in awareness had apparently gone unnoticed.
She headed back to her room where she hung up her saddlebags and plopped down onto her bed. She’d been listening to the radio the whole way back, but now that she was back she put away her ear-bloom and turned up the volume. Lying there on the bed, Littlepip could feel the stirrings of arousal from her daydreams about Velvet and since she was alone, she decided to take care of it. She reached down with her right foreleg and began rubbing. Her motions matched her moans, soft and gentle, as she thought about the beauty of Velvet Remedy, her hoof working at this pace for several minutes.
Littlepip’s hoof worked faster as she thought of Velvet’s voice, moaning and calling out her name. Slicked by her juices, Littlepip’s hoof ground against her marehood faster as she lights her horn. Her magic reaches out and begins to play with her clit. Between her hoof’s—now rapid—grinding and her magic teasing her clit, Littlepip careens over the edge. She cries out, her magic implodes and her hoof stops while her body tenses up. Her marehood clenches, shooting a small stream of marecum onto her hoof, as she rides the high of her orgasm. However, like all things pleasurable, it doesn’t last and before long her orgasm subsides.
~000~
Littlepip is startled from her dozing by the sound of her room’s door opening and her mother stumbling in drunkenly. Her purple mane was mussed, like usual, and her queen—though one might call it muted or gray—pink coat was no better. Her horn was alight with her pale-green magic which wobbly floated a bottle of hard cider beside her. The mare drunkenly kicked at the wall with her right hind hoof until she hit the close button for the door, which would have shut on her tail had she not wobbled forward. Littlepip’s mom shakily put the bottle of booze on top of the dresser next to the entrance and started her way over to her daughter’s bed. She had to stop halfway to get her balance again but, she made it to her destination and plopped down onto the bed next to her daughter.
“Mom, what are you doing here?” Littlepip asked as she eyes her mother, keeping her still damp hoof away from her.
Her mother grunted as she shifted on the bed, laying her head down next to her daughter’s. Though slurred her usual, somewhat whiny, tone was clear, “They kicked me out of the dinner and the orchard and the atrium, and your room was closer.”
Littlepip sighed and rolled her eyes at that, “wouldn’t you rather be on your own bed?”
Her mom let out an “offended” gasp, her words slurring a bit worse as she tried to be dramatic “what?! Can’t a mommy come see her baby!?”
“Yeah, she can but that’s not usually why you stop by,” Littlepip replied dryly as she tried to subtly scoot away from her mother. This however worked against her and soon she was wrapped in her mother’s queen-pink hooves. Her mother was still bigger than her and was able to effectively wrap herself around her daughter. Littlepip’s mother’s hug was all encompassing and rather frustrating to her daughter, who found it to be embarrassing and all too warm.
After a few minutes, Littlepip started struggling against her mother’s hooves, twisting and turning, pressing against the bed with her back hooves to try and get traction. She struggled for a while, pressing against her mom as she tried to get her to let go, and inadvertently grinding her right hind leg against her mother’s marehood. Eventually Littlepip stopped trying, giving up the struggle and accepting the squeeze of a hug. However, her actions didn’t go unnoticed by her mom, nor herself. She was embarrassed, she had ground her leg against her mother’s snatch and gotten her mother damp. Littlepip’s mom however had moaned when her daughter’s hind leg rubbed her marehood.
Littlepip’s mom was the first to speak; she was still slurring her words as she piped up, “Mmm, what a naughty little filly I have.”
“Sorry Mom, I didn’t mean-”
Her mother cut her off with a kiss to the nose, “Nu-uh, you started it so you're going to finish it.”
“But mom-”
Littlepip was once again cut off by her mother as she felt a hoof press to her lips, “I guess somepony has to teach you about sex.”
With that her mother released her daughter and worked her way down to her filly’s marehood. Though hidden by the light-grey outer lips, Littlepip’s treasure was quickly assailed by her mother. Muted-pink hooves parted the outer lips to reveal the pink treasure inside, and a long pink tongue quickly buried itself within. Moans were instantly drawn out of Littlepip as her mom got to work. The appendage writhing around inside her tracing circles along her inner walls and coaxing her juices out of her, soaking her mother’s snout in the process. Littlepip’s mom didn’t stop there, pulling her tongue back and tracing it up to her daughter’s winking clit.
Her mom quickly wrapped her tongue around Littlepip’s clit, teasing and licking it as best she could. Her daughter’s moans hit a new height as she did so, and encouraged by it she started sucking on Littlepip’s clit. It was all too much as Littlepip was taken over the edge by her mother, two small squirts of mare cum wetted the underside of her mother’s snout and the upper part of her neck as Littlepip howled. Gray hooves pressed her mother’s head against her orgasming marehood as she bucked her hips, feeling pleasure like never before. It was a bit before her hooves relaxed and released her mother’s head, letting the older mare catch her breath.
Littlepip was so lost in the afterglow from her orgasm she didn’t notice her mother moving over her until the queen-pink ass of her mother landed on her face. Her mom’s dripping wet marehood was pressed directly against her snout filling her nose with the scent of an aroused mare.
“Now it’s your turn sweetie,” Littlepip’s mom said as she rubbed her wet folds against her daughter’s nose.
Littlepip hesitated for a moment before snaking her tongue out and lapping at her mother’s outer lips. As she licked, she got a taste of her mother’s juices; the muskiness was slightly sweet and tangy, a taste she decided she liked. She continued her licking until she felt bold enough to push past her mother’s outer lips, and she was rewarded with a stronger taste of her mother’s cunt. Above her, the older mare let out a moan as her daughter began to explore the insides of her love tunnel. Littlepip’s tongue circled its way around the inside of her mother as she received more juices which wetted her snout. She was in heaven as she ate her mom out, getting to try something she had wanted to for a long while, even if it was with her mother.
Littlepip continued her work until she felt her mother’s clit booping her on the nose. She quickly switched from licking the inside of her mom’s cunt to flicking and licking the winking clit. She was pleased when she made her mom whinny with a particularly powerful flick with her tongue. She once again flicked her mother’s clit and was rewarded with a much louder whinny. Feeling inspired she repeated her actions a few more times before making her mother cum. Her mother's clit winked hard several times while squirt after squirt of marecum splattered against Littlepip’s face, drenching her from chin to ears. After her orgasm ended, Littlepip’s mom rolled off to the side leaving Littlepip to lick her lips and get another taste of her mother’s cum.
The two of them lay side by side for a few moments before Littlepip’s mother got up. She moved so that their rears were facing each other and then laid down again. Carefully, she scooted so that she could lay her left leg over her daughter’s left leg, then she slid her right leg under her daughter’s right leg and wiggled until their marehoods touched. The duo groaned in unison at the sensation as slick sensitive flesh pressed against equally slick and sensitive flesh. Neither moved right away, taking in the sensation for all it was worth, until Littlepip’s mom started shifting her hips. The two mares moaned in unison as their pussies slid past each other, moaning again as Littlepip moved her own hips, not wanting to let her mom do all the work.
In the morning, they would be thankful that stable doors and walls were soundproofed, as their moans grew louder. Their hips gyrate as each of them worked to grind against the other, though Littlepip’s mom was certainly more experienced. Lack of experience didn’t stop Littlepip from trying her best, she worked her hips as best she could, grinding her marehood against her mother’s crotch. Her folds regularly found their way to the soft fur around her mom’s cunt, which felt equally as nice as direct contact. The juices from the two of them easily slicked their crotches and filled the air with the smell of sex, which was intoxicating to the younger mare.
Moans, groans, and cries of pleasure filled the room as they worked their bodies ever closer to their climax. Littlepip let out a particularly loud cry as her and her mother’s clits winked against each other. Neither wanted this to end but both were quickly reaching their limit. Littlepip reached her peak first, she bucked her hips as hard as she could against her mom as her marehood squirted four small jets of marecum onto her mother’s crotch. Having her daughter climax against her drove Littlepip’s mother over the edge too. Bucking her hips like her daughter mashed their sexes together as they orgasmed. The older mare’s juices splattered against her daughter’s crotch and belly as they cried out.
As their orgasms ended, they both collapsed back onto the bed, basking in the afterglow of their rutting. Neither wanted to move as they rested, but eventually Littlepip felt her mother crawl up next her. By the time she felt her mother’s hooves around her she was drifting off to sleep, worn out from their love making session.
~000~
Littlepip found herself lying on a wonderfully soft, pink sheeted, bed. On her right was Velvet Remedy, her white mane—broken only by solitary stripe of red and gold—framed her black coated face as she snuggled against the PipBuck Technician. On her left was the queen-pink coat and purple mane of her mother, who was also snuggled against her. The three of them and just finished a wonderful session of love making, and were now resting together peacefully. While both her lovers were slowly slipping into sleep Littlepip was feeling more and more awake. She didn’t mind the feeling of her lovers’ hooves wrapped around her as she just lay there, on her soft bed with her body feeling sticky from their juices. Come to think of it, she felt really sticky and not just around her crotch.
As Littlepip licked her lips and tasted the remnants of her love making, she realized that it all felt too real. The warm embrace, the stickiness, the taste, and the bed, all of it felt to real. She blinked a couple times, and then her eyes opened to the real world. She wasn’t on a big bed with pink sheets, but her own bed in her quarters. She didn’t have both Velvet Remedy and her mom next to her—snuggling her—she just had her mother holding her. Her crotch was sticky, and so was her face, both coated with her mom’s marecum.
She blushed brightly; she had slept with her own mother. It… it didn’t feel entirely wrong, but it wasn’t something that was ever supposed to happen, though it wasn't as if she had resisted. She lay there in her mother’s hooves, trying not to move too much since she didn’t want to wake her mom. She carefully checked her PipBuck and found that it was rather early in the morning, several hours until she needed to shower and get to work. She wanted to let her mom sleep some more, but her actions weren’t as subtle as she hoped—that or her mom was a light sleeper—and her mom opened her eyes.
“Good morning sweetie,” Her mom said, her voice carried a touch of grogginess but nothing like Littlepip expected.
“Uh, morning mom. Did you sleep well?” Littlepip asked as she extracted herself from her mother’s hooves.
Her mom nodded as she yawned, “How about yourself, Littlepip, did you sleep well?”
“Yeah, I did” Littlepip replied as she got up from the bed and turned on the room’s main light. This allowed her to make her way to the table in her room and sit down, “Mom?”
Her mom mumbled an affirmative as she too got off the bed and stretched.
“Can we talk about last night?”
Her mom’s green eyes met her own before the older mare walked over to the table and sat down too. The queen-pink mare sat pensively for a minute before answering, “Yes, we should talk about it.”
“I…” Littlepip began as she cast her eyes down to the table, “I know I should only feel disgusted, that what I did was wrong, and a big part of me does. I had sex with you, my own mother, but it was fun and I liked it.”
“You’re right. It was wrong, and we’ll both need therapy to get over it, me especially” her mother said as she floated over the still partly filled bottle of hard cider that she’d left on the dresser last night and took a large swig, “it was fun, but it was so wrong and you did nothing to stop me. Even though you knew I was drunk.”
Littlepip groaned and dropped her head onto the table, closing her eyes as she did “You know what mom, let’s pretend this never happened and never speak of it again, ok?”
“That works for me,” her mother said before quickly downed the last of her cider. She dropped the bottle in Littlepip’s trash, left the room and nothing was ever said about it again.