Booze, loneliness, and a grumpy drinking partner... A typical Friday night for Delta Vee, but a strange potion, and a failed attempt at flirting sends Delta home alone packing some new equipment... where her daughter has shown up on her doorstep!
The Black Horse wasn't exactly a dive bar... but it wasn't far from one either.
But it was the favorite haunt of a certain, grumpy, sullen alcoholic rocket-engineer pegasus. On this particular Friday night, like most Friday nights, she was occupying one of the grimy booths with her sometimes best friend, sometimes mortal enemy: Nurse Bonesaw.
In the process of tying one on, the pair eye up a gaggle of beautiful co-eds who have somehow mistakenly made their way into the dim-lit tavern. But they've tried to pick these mares up before... without success. Though Bonesaw and Delta dabble in filly-fooling, their targets do not.
But Bonesaw has a trump card: a secret military formula that was meant to transform mares into burly stallions, stronger warriors that would be able to defend Equestria... but which ultimately failed to do any more than give a mare a different set of dangly bits between her legs for 24 hours.
Still, it's worth a shot if it gives them a chance with those lovely young college fillies.
So, Delta takes the plunge, downing the strange fluid... only to quickly find that her drinking compatriot has passed out after vomiting up the magical potion. By the time she carries her out of the bathroom, her co-eds have fled... leaving Delta horny, equipped with strange new under-tackle, and frustrated.
At least she'll be able to take care of herself when she gets home, right?
...that's when she sees her teenage filly, Apogee, waiting for her at her front door. She's been having a fight with Delta's ex, and run away for the evening. A small mix-up with the security system later causes the two to be locked-in to the small trailer together for at least the night.
Will Delta be able to hide her newfound docking-equipment? Will she be able to avoid a sexually charged situation? Will Apogee be able to resist going two for two in the incest department?
All ponies in my writing live on a version of Equestria that is at the deepest part of a gravity well, making any pony over 100,000 years old in Earth years.
Clear liquid spilled over the edge of the grimy table edge, spilling onto Delta’s lap.
“Fuck! Watch it!” The surly, half-drunk pegasus snarled across the now soaked tabletop at her compatriot on the other side of the booth. “You’re such a fuckin’ sloppy drunk, Bonesaw.”
“Aw, fuck you Delta.” The blonde-haired earth pony snapped back as she righted the bottle of vodka that had toppled over. “I paid for the thing, you don’t need to make the lost booze even worse with the goddessdammed nagging.”
“You’re such a lightweight, you snaggle-toothed bitch.” Delta grinned back at her, helping to mop up the liquor.
“Cunt.” Bonesaw smiled, shoving the sopping napkins to one side.
“Whore.”
“Slut.”
“Goddesses, I wish.” Delta sighed, leaning back into the booth’s seat. “Where the hell are all the stallions tonight? It’s a damned clam-bake in here tonight.”
Nurse Bonesaw arched an eyebrow up in bemusement. “Uh… the bar’s empty, Delta.” She waved a hoof at the rest of the establishment, a hole in the wall bar named The Black Horse, which currently had only a small scattering of ponies littered around the facilities in small groups of ones or twos.
“What about those fillies?” Delta sniffed, nodding her head over at the bar toward a group of three young pegasi wearing garb from one of the local Las Pegasus universities.
“My cheerleaders?” Bonesaw asked, looking over longingly.
It always made Delta chuckle - Bonesaw had been calling the group ‘her cheerleaders’ ever since they’d started frequenting the bar the week prior. The way the sociopathic army medic drooled over their flanks made her seem more like a horny pubescent colt than a middle-aged mare.
“Yeah, your cheerleaders.” Delta clicked her tongue, shaking her head. “Clam-bake, like I said.”
“Since when have you been against gettin’ your rocks off with a little sapphic friction?” Bonesaw tapped her hoof on the table.
“Since those three confirmed they weren’t filly-foolers.” Delta sighed with a groan. “Seriously, did you forget just how badly you crashed and burned when you tried to pick them up three nights ago? Those three are only lookin’ to get mounted, not scissored…” Delta wistfully looked over at the three young fillies, giggling and drinking with each other. “Poor young things don’t know what they’re missing…”
“So, what I’m hearing is that you’d also be into tapping some of my little cheerleader’s asses.” Bonesaw teased as she reached back and began shuffling through her saddle-bag.
Delta looked back over to the three fillies… ‘cheerleaders’... their juicy flanks and diminutive pegasi bodies… the napes of their necks… the subtle curves of their wings. ‘Oh, how I’d love to make them squeal.’ She shook her head sadly.
“Of course I’d like to show them what an old MILF can do with her tongue. But they’re looking for a pony with different tackle dangling between their legs.”
“What if I could fix that little problem?” Bonesaw brought out two stoppered test tube vials with pride, depositing them onto the top of the still damp table.
Delta eyed the tube, which was filled with a glowing pink liquid, then glared up at her compatriot. “Really? What is that some kind of date rape drug?”
Bonesaw scoffed. “Ain’t enough of that shit on all of Equestria to get them to lay down with an ugly, accusatory bitch like you.” She slammed a hoof onto the table hard enough to make their bottles jump. “Can’t believe you’d think I’d stoop to that-”
“So what is it then…” Delta picked up a vial casually, inspecting just how viscous the substance inside truly was.
Bonesaw leaned in conspiratorially. “I swiped ‘em off the base, from the medical research facility. They were chuckin’ a whole batch out so I got a crate.” Bonesaw picked up the other vial, twisting it around so the military label was displayed. SX-CNG 07B. “See, the military knows that stallions can lug way more gear in and out on a daily basis, and that front-line infantry units tend to be better when predominantly male…”
“Uh-huh.”
“And with there being so many fewer male candidates to recruit, they figured… hey, why not just recruit a bunch of fillies and turn ‘em into colts with magic?” She tapped the vial. “And they kicked the project over to R&D to make some magic sauce that would do just that.”
Delta pushed the vial away from herself quickly. The image of herself as a stallion was weird and disconcerting - not something she was interested in. “No thanks, I have to deal with enough overgrown body fur as it is.”
“Relax! The eggheads couldn’t figure it out.” Bonesaw chuckled. “For all their funding, the best they could do was come up with a drink that gives a mare stallionbits for 24 hours… everything else stays exactly the same.” Bonesaw waggled her eyebrows. “The troops call it FUTAfuel.”
“Foo-da-fuel?”
“Some neighponese crap, I don’t know. It gives you a dick.”
Delta eyed the pink vial suspiciously, rolling it back toward herself carefully. “So… they fucked up?”
“Pft. Hardly,” Bonesaw grinned. “The army ordered even more of the stuff. I’m sure I’ll be prescribing assloads of it come heat season next spring. The girls’ barracks are gonna smell like a back-alley whorsehouse for weeks.”
Delta hesitated, eyeing the suspicious liquid with trepidation.
“What are you afraid of, you pussy?” Bonesaw sneered. “Worried that I’ll actually be able to prove that if I had a dick it would be bigger than yours?” She laughed.
“Wouldn’t surprise me, with how cavernous your loose, nasty snatch is.” Delta snapped back instinctively with playfulness… before getting nervous once again. “I dunno… I kind of like my genitals the way they are.”
“Aw c’mon, it’s just for one night! I mean, look at those tight little teen butts.” Bonesaw gestured at the tittering fillies. “Aren’t you curious what a stallion feels when he covers you and plows you into the headboard? They sure sound like they’re having fun.”
“In your case, I’m sure they’re just being polite, you overweight slut.” Delta ignored Bonesaw’s sputtered response. “...I’m… I’m gonna need a lot more booze before I do this.”
“Yesssss!” Bonesaw pumped her hoof in triumph as she unscrewed the half-full vodka bottle and began pouring two very generous shots. “I knew there was a reason you’re my best mortal enemy friend forever.”
Delta only shook her head as she downed the glassful of vodka with a single gulp.
Delta’s head was pounding.
That was not an uncommon feeling for her, particularly in her current environs; she was staring at herself in one of the mirrors of The Black Horse’s mare washroom, having just helped Bonesaw retch her guts into one of the toilets without soiling her mane.
Turning on the faucet to get the sink ready in case the headache was merely the antecedent to a similarly effusive display, she took stock at just how she had found herself in this situation. …
She and Bonesaw had polished off the rest of that bottle of vodka… plus a whole second bottle of tequila… in less than an hour. It had been a noble effort to stave off the anxiety associated with suddenly gaining a few pounds of new body mass.
Very particularly sculpted body mass.
The liquid courage had helped some. But what had helped even more was the constant goading of Bonesaw - the snide comments about which mare would have the bigger size, which mare would be able to bed the most fillies, who was more scared…
And Delta had given as good as she got. Better even.
And finally, when the amount of juvenile prodding had reached the perfect pitch, when the intoxicating effects of the alcohol had raised just high enough…
Bonesaw had grabbed her vial, uncorked the stopper and chugged the entire contents in a single gulp, slamming the vial down on the table with enough hearty satisfaction that it cracked.
After a display like that, there was nothing that Delta could do but meet her challenge, grasping her own vial and slugging it back. The pink slime reminded her of a popular digestive aid that she frequently chugged straight from the bottle. Quickly, the cherry taste was replaced by a spicy burning heat, always an indicator of potent magical side-effects, as the fluid spilled down into her guts, churning with the alcohol already there.
She’d deposited her empty vial next to Bonesaw’s, both of the mares staring at one another triumphantly for a moment, proud that they’d managed to goad each other into attempting such a wild act.
A moment had passed.
Then another.
Delta had arched an eyebrow at her friend, silently asking what exactly was supposed to happen next. Bonesaw had opened her mouth, about to answer… when a very familiar shade of green had tinged her cheeks, and her cheeks puffed out, eyes suddenly wide in the knowledge that her body was very much about to eject the contents of her stomach.
What had followed was a time-honored tradition of one of the two mares sprinting to the back hall bathrooms, with the following in tow to make sure the other drinking compatriot would be OK.
…
And now she was here.
In the reflection of the mirror, she could see Bonesaw, now leaning against one side of the bathroom stall, recovering from the voluminous amount of fluid she had just expelled.
Obviously the highly experimental magical potion did not mix well with the stomach contents of hours worth of the mares’ debauch, a vile concoction of far too many liqueurs and far too little water.
Delta could tell something was off with her body. The headache was strange - not a booze type hangover… she only ever got those the next day… nor did she feel nauseous. Whatever had just plagued Bonesaw didn’t seem to be happening to her; Delta didn’t think she was about to blow chunks.
Then it hit her.
The first wracking surge of heat that bubbled through her gut, as if the veins beneath her bellybutton were transporting liquid magma to her crotch… little pipes of lava throbbing under her teats as they spilled into her pelvic region.
“Ugh… f-fuck!” Delta snarled, gripping the edges of the sink as the heat emptied from her gut and singed her lower body. It was intolerable. She wouldn’t be able to withstand this level of burning, searing pain.
Then, just as quickly as it had started, it stopped.
A dull, throbbing ache was left all across her lower abdomen, her gut… her nethers.
She stumbled away from the sink, slamming into the wall as she did so. The sharpness of the burning feeling was still with her, stunning her reactions with fear that a second wave might come as she slumped to the bathroom floor, leaning heavily back against the wall until her bottom met the ground.
“Unnghh…” The dull groan escaped her muzzle as the throbs began to intensify, an aching, bruising feeling through all the bits of her body that had received the flaming load of magical essence.
It was especially sore in her marehood.
She’d known herself to run fairly hot when she was aroused. She knew the twisting, contorting ache that could affect her when she would endure her heats… caused by the flood of too much blood through the capillaries of her sensitive sexual organs - the lips, bits, tunnel, teats swelling and pressing against nerve endings to an extent that could arouse while also cramping and hampering.
But this was something else entirely.
She could feel her lips swelling, inflating - filling with blood like a balloon held underneath a kitchen faucet. Growing out from her body into two egg-shaped rondels and sagging away from herself. As they touched one another, now welling enough to cover up the opening to her marehood, there was a strange feeling of her skin melding together, fusing as if her body were actually made of clay and the artist had smeared the two balls together into a single pouch. At the same time, she could feel something inside her gut shifting, moving. A sharp pain as her feminine bits shifted away from her deepest insides and began shifting down and out. She could feel her ovaries slip into the new balls hanging off of her - the weight of them increasing as they thickened and grew into the testicles demanded by the potion.
She had balls.
Her uterus and skene’s glands slid down to the bottom of her pelvic floor, where the seminal vesicles (once her fallopian tubes) traced up the dangling pouch of skin and back into her body. Morphing and twisting, it connected and surrounded the tubes, shrinking and condensing into a spongy, muscular blob - attaching this strange organ to her new, dangly, plumbing.
She had a prostate.
Delta looked down at herself. Her eyes were drawn downward, over the small rise of her teats and tuft of her pubic fur, until they found the small protruding nub of her clitoris.
Except it wasn’t so small.
The usually pink bud was a throbbing red, bulging out from between her lips like an angry welt. Stiff, sore, and over-sensitive. With each pulse of her heartbeat, it grew larger, at first only millimeter by millimeter, fattening and elongating as it did so. Then it started growing faster, in pulses that could be measured in inches. The spongy flesh of her clit was fattening, thickening, stretching out from her body and spilling down her groin. At the edges of her once bit-sized lovebud, knobby ridges were forming weighing down the protrusion as it arched over like a limp banana and began to snake its way down between her thighs.
She felt her lower belly skin stretching and being pulled around the base of the newly elongating thing - forming a new sheath. Underneath that rippling layer, veins and other plumbing stretched and strained, racing up the still growing shaft and erupting out of the center of the newly formed cock-head, forming a new urethral opening.
With a groan, Delta reached down to rub the sore protrusion of flesh. The new skin felt so hot under the touch of her hooves. The slick skin ran through her underhooves, like a snake slithering away from her as inch after inch of new stallionflesh grew from her body. A rigid ring of cock bumped across her hoof tips, as she continued to extend… and now the shaft running through her hooves became considerably thicker. The shade of flesh quickly turned from the bright pink of her former clitoris through a mottled speckle of color until it became a dark, blood-filled blue. Finally, the lengthy mass of floppy shaft finished growing, hanging down so far it rested against her still seated bottom on the cold tile of the bathroom floor.
She had a cock.
There was no time for her to take in the sight as it began to grow. No longer in length… but in stiffness.
She’d had this feeling before - the sense of her lips getting plump or her clit starting to grind into her mound when she felt horny… but this was on a whole other level. Throb after throb of hot blood steamed into her new appendage, bulging out every vein on its surface as she became more and more erect. The feeling was incredible - like some monster serpent was attached to her and rising, draining her of her essence, stretching her skin to the bursting point as it became stuffed with her arousal.
‘Is this really what it feels like for stallions when they pop a boner?’ She groaned internally.
Pump after pump of blood made her shaft arch upward, like a bending banana slowly straightening… until it flopped backward onto her belly with a heavy thud, tracing up between her teats and further as it became more and more erect. Her cockhead was widening now too - the knobby ridges spreading out further to make a more defined edge. The whole thing felt so hot and heavy on her body.
Inch by inch it stretched up… until it finally reached her belly-button. At that point it stopped lengthening, instead of thickening and raising away from her body from the pressure of the blood coursing through it, slowly lifting the whole weight of cock off of her and sticking it up until the air, like some heavy piece of construction equipment straining up to its full height.
Then it was done.
She let out a huge gasp of air, not even realizing how she’d been holding her breath. Right there, attached to her very body, was a 12-inch ponycock, in all it’s thick, veiny glory.
“Celestia’s teats…” Bonesaw was the one who broke the silence, her gasp muttered from over in the stall where her wide eyes were fixed on Delta. “...it worked.”
“N-no shit,” Delta grunted, touching her stiff cock with an unsure prodding boop that made the whole thing bob and wiggle. The touch sent off an unfamiliar tingle of excitement through her - not so untouchably sensitive as a clitoris, but definitely still enticing. She could see why so many colts could get addicted to hoofing themselves off.
She struggled to get up to all fours, wincing and grunting with each awkward touch of new body parts against her legs and belly as she rose. The head and shaft scraped against her lower belly and her balls swung between her thighs strangely. Everything felt so… disorganized, strange.
And terribly, terribly exposed.
Even glancing in the mirror Delta could immediately see the obvious erection under her belly, the bright pink of her cockhead as it bobbed underneath her. In the past, she’d sometimes scoffed under her breath at the awkward antics of stallions that had tried to hide their accidental arousals in public. She wouldn’t do that anymore.
Just how the hay was she supposed to even make her way over to the fillies without looking like a damn freak? They really hadn’t thought this through.
“Uh… how do I…” Delta reached under herself, grasping her new penis with a small wince and trying to see if she could somehow tuck it or move it so it was less obvious. The damn thing was so much harder and stiffer than she imagined - it always seemed so easy to jerk a stallion’s cock around when she wasn’t the owner of it. “...how do I make this thing go… down…”
Bonesaw grinned with a drunken, groggy-eyed smile. “Babe, if I gotta explain that to ya, I have serious questions about what you’ve been doin’ with the stallions you pick-up every night.”
“Fuck off... “ Delta snarled. “Not in the mood for jokes.” She shuffled her wings, extending them downward in a way that looked very strange for a pegasus… but which provided some cover against a pony trying to glance under her belly.
It would have to do.
Bonesaw slapped her on the back, making her jump.
She hadn’t noticed the other pony getting up as she’d been adjusting herself. The startle sent her new bits bouncing against her belly with little shots of pleasure - and even worse… she could feel a slick wetness dripping from her bell-end and leaving itself in her fur.
As a mare, she was used to concealing dripping genitalia. Usually with the help of a nearby seat. She had no idea how stallions managed.
“C’mon… didja forget why we did this?” Bonesaw slurred, throwing a foreleg over her shoulder and leaning into her with her boozy breath. “I’ll be your wingmare - let’s go get you laid, ‘n maybe I can get sloppy seconds with one of ‘em!”
Delta stumbled forward, feeling the dull lack of coordination that came with a long night of drinking, leaning on her friend as much as she leaned on her.
Part of her was convinced this would end in failure, but that part was drowned out by the intoxicated and excited part of her mind that had more than a little interest… and far too much liquid confidence… to not at least try with those fillies.
So she pushed through the swinging bathroom door...
...to see that all three fillies had left the establishment.
Delta came in for a shaky landing at her junkyard, nearly going ass over teakettle as her balance failed her on the final flare.
All those television commercials about never flying drunk had never had much effect on her. It wasn’t like she was operating heavy machinery or an automobile. If she lost orientation coming home from the bar after one of her benders and did a nose dive directly into the earth, the only pony who would suffer was her.
And if she considered her life… she wasn’t even sure if she could call it suffering. More like ending her suffering.
Delta blinked the dark thoughts away as she stumbled toward her front door. Flying home with the new piece of equipment between her legs had not been a particularly fun exercise. Not only was it cold as balls… and cold on her balls… in the chilled night air of the Las Pegasus desert, but the damn thing would bob this way and that in the airstream.
At this point, she wished she could get rid of the damn thing. Or at least make it go down.
There had been a moment at The Black Horse when she’d realized that she and Bonesaw were the only two ponies left in the bar, that she’d considered whether or not she wanted to take the pink-furred nurse home with her in place of those college co-eds.
It wasn’t like Bonesaw was a bad looking mare, and the two of them had certainly entertained a tumble before. At this point, she was desperate to bury her aching bone in something.
But, upon turning to ask her friend if she wanted to romp in the hay, Delta saw that the inebriated drunk had passed out on her shoulder, drooling into the hock of her fur with abandon.
And Delta was not one to entertain the idea of bedding Bonesaw in a state where her ability to consent was far beyond dubious and well into the realm of unconscious and impossible.
She’d quickly shrugged off the passed out mare to the experienced bartender, who was now well-acquainted with his two ‘best’ customers’ antics. With a quick shout over her shoulder that the sleeping military nurse had kindly offered to pick up the entire tab for the both of them that night Delta had exited the establishment and flown home - with the hope of perhaps relieving herself personally once she could find some privacy.
She kicked the pebbles along the pathway to her trailer haphazardly, desperate and somewhat excited to go inside and get her hooves on her new toy. Sure she wanted to relive herself - but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have a little fun, it had been a pretty lame Friday night so far after all.
She stopped in her tracks as she approached the side door to her home.
Sitting there, next to the trailer door was a bundled up lump of yellow fur and feathers, a small teenaged pegasus-filly, the hood on her hoodie drawn up against the cold, propped up on a small, stuffed duffel bag… amusing herself by playing with that little junkyard rat that always managed to elude Delta’s traps.
Her daughter, Apogee.
Shit.
“What the buck are you doing here?” Delta slurred out, grimacing and touching her forehead as she felt a headache coming on.
“Mom?” Apogee looked up suddenly, a smile already forming on her features. Then it seemed as if the filly suddenly remembered the creature that had been playing about in her paws. “Wait! Run Houston!” She tossed the little rat a few feet away into the desert night. “And remember: Mom moved the traps to the corners of the hangar this week!”
‘So that’s how the little rodent always seemed to be a step ahead.’
Delta was about to remind her daughter that the annoying rat had made a habit of ruining her beloved Boop-a-Roop cereal boxes on a regular basis… before the filly suddenly glomped her in a gigantic hug.
“Mom!”
Delta stumbled backward, suddenly painfully aware of the still bobbing and hard stallionhood under her belly. Shuffling her wings, she once again did her best to shield the obvious piece of meat from her daughter’s gaze.
“Yeah. That’s me.” Delta pushed the filly off of her without returning the hug. Delta’s coldness never seemed to register with Apogee… sometimes she thought it was impossible to dampen the filly’s spirits - as if the little thing was a belt-fed source of annoying enthusiasm. “And you still haven’t answered me - what the buck are you doing here.”
“Have you been drinking, Mom?” Apogee leaned back, holding her nose. “Your breath smells awful.”
“Don’t try to dodge the question,” Delta growled. “It’s Friday. You don’t come over except every other Sunday.”
Apogee gulped. Her eyes raced left and right. “Well, I’m outside on the porch because the door was locked an-”
“No, it isn’t.”
“It isn’t?” Apogee turned and tried the handle.
“No, I had a unicorn friend install me one of those fancy magic security systems instead of paying me for a job I did.” Delta sighed. “If I’m in range the whole trailer opens up easily.”
Apogee blinked, then pushed open the door. Delta watched as her wings shuffled in surprise at the ease with which it opened. “Huh, that’s pretty cool! Well, that was why I was on the porch - I couldn’t get in… so anyway let’s head in an-.”
Delta put a hoof in front of Apogee, preventing her from simply swinging the door open and entering her abode. “Kid, I may be drunk… but I have a lot of experience of being drunk. You ain’t fooling me. Why are you here, at my place… in the middle of the night?”
Apogee let out a breath, and tucked her wings in, making her seem smaller than she already was. Folding her ears back, the filly sat on her bottom and looked up at her with those big puppy dog eyes.
“C-can I… tell you inside?”
Delta rolled her eyes. Usually, she didn’t fall for such antics easily. Those puppy-dog eyes probably worked so easily on Apogee’s father, and she could see why. This little pony had weapons-grade cuteness at her disposal. But she could tell something was up with the filly, something more than just the usual petulance of a pony who wanted to get her way.
Something had upset her.
She sighed, then nodded up toward the interior of her trailer, motioning where the filly should go. “Sure kid, go ahead.” Delta didn’t want to be walking in front of her daughter right now, not while she was… packing.
Apogee smiled softly, a small squee escaping from her lips as she slung her duffel bag over her shoulder and pranced up the steps. Immediately, Delta realized the other effect of having the filly walk in front of her.
A very visual effect.
Apogee still wore her tail like many of the teenagers these days: up in a bun the likes of which would have made Delta’s grandmother faint from shock. The little tuft of blue-green hair was bound by a red hairband, removing any concealing modesty that might have once been provided.
So Delta’s face was mere inches away from her daughter’s tight, freckled butt... With every bit of her plot exposed to her hungry gaze.
The teenage filly definitely had a nice rear - not the ‘junk in the trunk’ fat-bottomed mass that Delta usually preferred, but her svelte, athletically toned glutes more than made up for that. Her pert bottom framed the more exciting elements of her plot - her daughter’s cute little ponut nestled just at the base of her ever so kissable dock… and right above her puffy filly-hood, a dark tan of sleek skin that looked younger than Apogee’s teenage age. The filly didn’t even have a tuft of pubic fur, nor were her teats large enough to be seen from behind - and yet the view was making Delta feel… uncomfortable.
She felt her new cock quiver and jump at the sight, her pelvic muscles unconsciously flexing to make the foot-long shaft more rigid… as if she might just hop onto her daughter right on the threshold and slide into her. Her mind briefly imagined the sight, the sound, the feel of mounting her, covering her, and feeling that tight little tunnel wrap around her aching flesh.
Delta shook her head, trying to banish the thoughts as they washed through her mind. This was her daughter! Even if she was a hot piece of ass, Delta had her limits.
Didn’t she?
“Mom?” Apogee asked with a strange look at her mother, who was still standing outside, staring forward with her mouth slightly agape. “You coming in?”
“H-huh?” Delta blinked, coming back to reality. “Oh, yeah. Hang on.” Delta unsteadily took a step into her home, her mind preoccupied with playing out various scenarios as quickly as her drunkenly addled brain could handle. Far too many of them seemed to be inspired by suggestions from her cock, which was trying to convince her that she could find a way to bed her own daughter without consequence.
‘Was this what stallions meant when they say their dick has a mind of its own?’ Delta thought as she walked through the door her daughter was holding open for her. This was dangerous. Very dangerous - she had to get Apogee out of here before she did something very stupid.
‘Wait. Get her out of here? Wasn’t there something I can’t let her do?’ Delta’s pre-occupied mind raced, trying to remember something important, but failing to pull it off in time as her daughter began to shut the door behind her.
“W-wait! Don’t close the-”
*Ker-clack*
“...door!”
“Huh? Why not?” Apogee squeaked, quickly reaching back to open the door again, pulling at the doorknob only to find it completely stuck again. “What the heck?”
“Yeah.” Delta groaned, slapping her hoof to her forehead. “That fuckin’ unicorn did a shit job installing this system. The interior sensor doesn’t recognize me as the owner of the home if I’m drunk - probably thinks I’m a totally different consciousness. So I get locked in until I sober up.”
“Huh.” Apogee mused, staring at the door, before glancing at one of the nearby windows.
“Windows too, kid,” Delta grunted, rubbing her face. “Trust me, I’ve tried many times to break out of here for a beer run with no success. We’re trapped.”
Apogee’s face fell and her ears drooped for a moment before a realization dawned on her face and she perked back up, smiling. “We’re trapped!”
“Don’t look too happy,” Delta grunted walking over to her couch and snatching up the pack of cigarettes from the nearby table.
“But if we’re trapped, that means you can’t kick me out! Which means I get to stay over tonight!” Apogee squee’d, dancing on her hooftips with joy.
Delta quickly lit her Marelboro cigarette, lifting it to her mouth with a wingtip and taking a drag. “And you still haven’t explained just why you’re here, missy.”
“Does it even matter now that I can’t leave, Mom?” Apogee asked, putting her duffel bag down on the floor.
“Yep,” Delta grunted, turning to face her daughter. “Spill.”
Apogee sighed and sat on the old couch, sinking deep into the cushions and looking up at her still-standing mother. “Well, I’m really pissed off at dad.”
“Language, kid,” Delta grunted, though a smile was already forming on her lips.
“Sorry. It’s just… he promised that he was going to be home tonight for-” Apogee suddenly paused, looking as nervous as the cat that caught the canary. “Uh… a really, really special night.” The filly’s cheeks turned a slight shade of red.
“Uh-huh,” Delta grunted, bored. It was probably some lame father-daughter movie night or something.
“But instead…. INSTEAD!” Apogee’s voice rose in anger as she worked up her outrage. “He had some business thing that he went to! He broke his promise to me, again!”
Delta rolled her eyes. It was over-dramatic teenage angst. But she wasn’t going to miss out on an opportunity to drag Jet through the mud, particularly if she could do so with the cooperation of what was usually his most ardent admirer.
“Kid, one thing you should know about your dad is that he only cares about one pony. Himself.”
“I know!” Apogee fumed, blowing air out her nostrils. “When he’s got time he’s the best dad in the whole world… but then he gets a little busy and all of a sudden he treats you like some call-filly who’s got to be there for him.”
Delta sighed, taking a seat next to her daughter and leaning back into the cushions herself, spreading out and relaxing. “Yeah - the whole wide world has to slow down for him. And if you had other plans? Too bad.”
Delta grinned, looking over at Apogee, happy to be able to grip about her least favorite pony in the world to her daughter for once.
But what she saw staring back at her was Apogee’s wide eyes - looking back at her with shock as her mouth gaped open.
“Wh-what?” Delta looked down at herself, having forgotten what might have elicited such a reaction from her filly. “Oh buck.”
“Mom. What the hay is that?” Apogee breathed, still stunned.
“Nothing.” Delta snagged one of her throw cushions and awkwardly tried to position it in front of her lap to conceal her new stallionhood - quite unsuccessfully as the swollen head popped up over the top of the cushion.
“Is… is that a dick?” Apogee leaned forward, trying to get a better look at the mottled pink cock-tip.
“No,” Delta grunted rolling her eyes and looking to the ceiling. “It’s… just a weird gross, uncool growth… Oof!”
The moment Delta had taken her eyes off the rambunctious filly, she had sprung forward half tackling, haf-hugging her mom as she knocked her over to pin her down from above. Her nose booped against Delta’s as the filly shook with excitement. Delta’s eyes shrunk with shock, not having expected the filly to suddenly invade her personal space.
She was glad that she had used the throw cushion to cover her groin… if it weren’t there, her daughter would be giving her new stallionhood a belly sandwich.
“Mom! That is so cool! You’ve gotta- woah!” Apogee squeaked as Delta pushed her off, re-asserting her personal space as she sat back up. In the process of doing so, the cushion fell away, giving Apogee a full-on view of her hard, thick, blue and mottled pink cock.
“It’s definitely a dick. Can I see it?” Apogee scooched closer to Delta.
‘Yes. Yes.Yes.Yes!’ Delta could feel that stallion desire in her mind - the opportunity to show herself to a cute filly, and maybe more. It was like her aching horny genitals had a voice of their own in her thoughts. Her hooves moved a little more slowly to re-cover her shame with the pillow. ‘Show her, show her, show her!’ That male voice shouted, her forehooves twitching as they gripped the pillow, as if about to drop the woefully inadequate eclipsing pillow.
Delta glanced at the door, a futile final attempt to perhaps run away from the situation. Reaching back, she gripped the bi-folding window and jiggled the handle, to no avail. If only the damn security system could be inactivated! She could kick the filly out… or book it herself, flying out into the night sky and away from these strange… lusts.
“Mom?”
“No!” Delta extended a wing to try to cover herself. This was her daughter. Her young daughter. She was still in high-school for Luna’s sake! This might be the first cock she’d seen in the flesh! What was she thinking?
“Aww c’mon, Mom, it’s cool! I didn’t know that magic could even do that!”
“It wasn’t magic - it was a potion.” Delta groaned. Trying to readjust the pillow. “And you’re too young for this kind of stuff.”
Apogee looked up at her with an arched eyebrow and a bemused look. “Seriously? I’ve seen a dick before, Mom. I’m not a foal. Show me!”
Delta was only mildly surprised. Certainly, Delta hadn’t seen a stallionhood when she’d been her age, but she was a bit of a shy filly in her youth. Apparently putting Apogee in an all-fillies school hadn’t been the barrier to Apogee’s sexual development that Jet had probably hoped it would be.
“No.”
“Pleeease?” Apogee squeaked, crawling right up to her. “It’s just us fillies here! C’mon, Mom!”
‘Do it. Do it. Do it!’ Delta sighed in defeat, starting to drop the pillow from its concealing position and spreading her legs slightly. It was just a look, right? How could that hurt?
As soon as she had started to relax and let the cushion drop away from her, Apogee grabbed it and tossed it away, exposing Delta’s new stallionhood in all its glory.
Twelve inches of proud cock, standing stiff and thick. The dark blue base turned into a mottled pink tip as it passed the bumpy medial ring, before culminating in her knobby, flared head.
“Woah! It’s so cute!”
“Cute?” Delta smirked. “Careful saying that to a colt about his pride and joy, kiddo… you could crush their spirit.”
Apogee’s ears twitched cutely and she looked up from the bobbing penis. “O-oh… but it is! I like it! It’s not all big and scary, and it’s got such a cute color.”
‘She likes it! She likes it!’ Delta tried to shut out the masculine stream of consciousness that was rapidly getting excited about the attention it was receiving from the filly’s eyes… Instead, she focused on the second part of Apogee’s praise.
“Not big and scary?” Delta hummed, tilting her head. It was true that her new growth wasn’t the biggest dick Delta had ever seen, but it was still one that would give even an accomplished MILF like her pause. Bigger than average, for sure. And certainly bigger than any of the colts that Apogee should be running around with. “You’ll always be disappointed if you compare reality to porn, kiddo.”
“Not porn! Da…” Apogee suddenly coughed and shook her head. “Da…-ancer. Rocket Dancer. Rocket Dancer is the name of the pony I meant to say. He’s about… out to here?” Apogee held her hoof more than a half-foot above the tip of Delta’s cock. “Bit thicker too, more like this.” With one hoof, Apogee touched the side of Delta’s base, using her other hoof to show the extra inch or so of girth that she’d witnessed first-hoof.
Delta felt her filly touch her.
On her cock.
Immediately she jerked away in reflex. But the fire in her gut was lit even brighter, burning with excitement at the sudden touch of a young, sexy filly, her cock jerking and tightening with a new pulse of blood flow.
“H-hey!” Delta squeaked.
“Sorry.” Apogee pulled her hoof back and folded her ears down.
Delta chewed her lip. She knew she should stop this. Right now. It had already gone too far. But… it was kind of interesting, exciting even. What could talking a little more hurt? Wasn’t that what mares did, mothers and daughters even?
“Well…” Delta cleared her throat. “He… uh… Rocket Dancer is pretty well hung.” Delta thought about the measurement that Apogee had shown. That kind of size was something that Delta had only run into with one particular stallion.
“Yeah? I guess? I haven’t seen any other stallions… except in porn. He’s only a bit bigger.”
Delta chuckled. “Like I said, kid. Don’t use porn as your measuring stick.” She gripped her own shaft and wiggled it slightly, then put her other hoof up into the air at roughly the same “Your colt-friend is probably one of the biggest in Equestria.”
“He’s not my coltfriend.” Apogee blushed, looking away.
“Sex-friend, friend with benefits, stalking-target… whatever. Just be careful your first time with him or you won’t be walking straight for a month.” Delta grinned looking down at herself. “Takes a little time to get used to fitting a log through your marehood.”
“Oh yeah, I know!” Apogee giggled, propping her head on her hoof and leaning in. Clearly, she was enjoying this filly-talk. “I thought he was going to split me in half the last time we did it.”
“You’re bucking?” Delta asked, looking at her daughter, then back at the imaginary-sized penis extension demarcated by her hoof. Just where did such a small filly fit something like that?
“Y-yeah.” Apogee squeaked, blushing again.
“Doesn’t such a big stallion... hurt someone your size?”
“No!” Apogee quickly intoned. “Not at all! I love how big he is! I mean… I used to ache a bit in the mornings after he’d put it in my butt, but it was a good ache.”
“He fucked you in the ass!?” Delta blinked.
Apogee nodded, like a guilty filly with her hoof caught in the cookie jar.
“Damn, foals these days really are growing up fast.” Delta shook her head in bemusement.
Apogee grinned, probably delighted that her mother wasn’t going to chew her out for her precocious sexual endeavors like her father probably would have. Delta smiled internally to herself… it was actually kind of nice knowing she had something she could hold over that bastard when it came to a relationship with their daughter - she’d probably never share something this intimate with him.
“M-Mom?”
“Mm?” Delta turned back, broken out of her train of thought.
“What?” Delta breathed. She was too shocked to formulate any train of thought that might allow her to answer the question rationally. Her eyes flicked from her daughter’s hooves and back to her aching cock... it would feel so good for that need to be salved, quenched by her little hooves.
“I… d-don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“C’mon, Mom, it’s just us mares.” Apogee smiled sweetly, beginning to reach out with her left hoof, slowly, testingly.
Delta knew she could stop her, should stop her. Her mind was racing. Trying to keep up with the spray of thoughts that oscillated between the worst possible consequences and the tantalizingly exciting upsides. The booze certainly wasn’t helping with that.
And in all that delay, Apogee’s hoof made it to its target.
“Mmn…” Delta groaned immediately, as her daughter's hoof wrapped around her medial ring. The warmth of her frog could be felt like electricity on the strained skin of her erect cock.
“Feel nice?” Apogee smiled hopefully, reaching forward with her other hoof in the brief pause of Delta’s grunt.
And just like that, her daughter had both hooves on her, slowly tracing up and down her length with the softest of touches. Her hooftips gently ran over her new medial ring, following the contours of her recently acquired veins and folds, stopping just shy of her head before running all the way back down to her base.
“Apogee… you shouldn’t…” Delta softly whispered, looking down at her eager filly, whose eyes flicked between her mom’s stallionhood and Delta’s face, eager to see her reaction.
“Does it feel good?” Apogee asked, tilting her head.
‘Buck yes.’ Delta’s mind and cock screamed in unison. The excitement of the new feel of having a cock stroked was intoxicating. Each shiver and throb a new experience - reminding her more of the first time that she had explored her fillyhood as a young foal than any of her more recent sexual adventures. Everything was new, fresh - addicting. She didn’t want the stroking to stop. She wanted more.
But it was her daughter doing it! This could get her in a world of shit, right? It could ruin the relationship she had with the filly - could end up with her never being allowed to see the kid again - alone and destitute in the middle of the desert.
She glanced around her at her crummy little trailer… wasn’t she already in a world of shit? And what relationship with the kid? What did she have to lose?
Her filly’s bright red eyes were twinkling at her, so desperate to connect with her. She could see the love in there - Apogee wanted so badly to be loved by her.
But she didn’t have that love in her to give. She knew her heart had been emptied of that care long ago.
Maybe the best a shitty drunken MILF like her could offer was the next best substitute for love: a romping tumble in the hay and whispered nothings that would dissolve into an awkward morning.
“Yeah.”
Apogee’s whole body seemed to quiver with joy, her hair perking up and her wings shuffling, her tail wagging. It was like her whole body had started to smile. But she managed to resist breaking out into a beaming grin - containing her reaction instead behind a coy smirk.
“Nice.” She gripped a little harder now. Her hooves pressed into Delta’s girth, compressing the flesh, as she began to softly pump up and down the whole length.
“Fuck that feels good!” Delta sighed, leaning back. She dug her forehooves into the fabric of the couch, trying to resist the beautiful sensations pulsing up to her mind. She hadn’t had an opportunity to stroke herself since acquiring the new thing. With how this felt - she couldn’t believe that stallions managed to keep their hooves off their tackle for even a moment.
Apogee giggled a bit and shook her head. “This isn’t anything, Mom. Jeez.” On the next soft pump downwards, Apogee’s right hoof slipped lower, carefully cupping one of her mother’s new balls.
Delta stiffened. Instinctively she knew this was a delicate organ to be protected. She was nervous putting so much trust in another pony to have it in their hoof - they could hurt her so easily! She’d never considered how much stallions trusted her when they let her play with their testicles. But now she would never forget.
Apogee’s touch was so soft though, stroking and caressing her even as she slowly pumped the length of her shaft… It was so loving, so considerate.
She had to do something to reciprocate.
Delta reached forward with her own hooves, softly petting her daughter’s mane, gently stroking the messy bits of her hair, rubbing just behind the filly’s ear, trying to mimic the attention that she was paying to her down below.
Apogee seemed to melt under the touch. With each pet, she leaned into her stroking hoof, like a puppy dog eager for more. She let out little satisfied hums of contentment. She seemed like she was in heaven.
A little contented mewl came from the filly, her whole body vibrating with happiness. Her wings shuffled and extended out from her sides slightly. Delta could even see little tears of joy streaking down those freckled cheeks.
Why?
Why did Apogee want her love so much? She was just some bitchy old mare. She didn’t understand, couldn’t understand why the kid could be so moved by such a simple touch.
Her thoughts were quickly interrupted as Apogee returned some of that love back to her.
Apogee pulled her right hoof from its place fondling her scrotum and gripped the top of her cockhead. Immediately Delta stiffened, her hooves freezing in place on Apogee’s head as she tensed every muscle, dealing with the overwhelming flood of sensation from having the most sensitive bit of her cock directly touched.
It was like somepony had stretched the sensations of her clit over a hoof-sized spot, but still just as intense… and she had no experience with how to handle such a feeling… she was really just along for the ride.
Delta could feel wetness over the slicker, sensitive skin of her cockhead as Apogee’s right hoof swirled around the end of her shaft, coating each bit of her dome-like flare and its knobby ridges. A slimy wetness.
She glanced down through clenched eyelids to see that the wetness was actually coming from her. Her cockslit. A bubbling fountain of clear liquid moisturized and lubricated her flare with each passing swirl of her daughter’s hoof, sometimes spilling down the underside of her pulsing shaft.
“Wow. You get a lot wetter than Da… Dancer.” Apogee breathed, blowing hot air over Delta’s tip.
Delta had been with stallions who were a bit more on the leaky side. Lots of pre-ejaculate usually made for a fun, slippery night. But it was true that she was releasing more than she’d ever seen herself. She was a bit of a squirter, Delta mused. Maybe that had something to do with it?
It made Apogee’s transition from swirling hoof motions to a two-hooved, pumping jack-off session just barely tolerable.
Again, Delta was wracked by the new feelings of masculine masturbation, bending backwards and arching her spine in response to the flood of sensation, as if she were some sexual novice. It was almost embarrassing, getting taken for a ride like this by such a young filly.
But Apogee was actually good.
Each little squeeze as she reached the end of a stroke, the way she made sure her pumps reached all the way down to her base, the swirling additions she would throw in from stroke to stroke… as if it were actually a tight marehood wrapped around her.
“D-damn…” Delta breathed out, one of her eyes involuntarily wincing against the sensation of pleasure that she was feeling.
“Like it?” Apogee grinned, looking up at her.
Delta could feel a steady pressure building in her loins, like a bubble of magma rising toward the cone of a volcano. A hot, aching pain that was twisting through her guts and building moment after moment.
She knew that feeling. It was the same one that all mares desperately searched after, desired, tried to coax out of themselves with carefully timed and executed stimulation.
This though. It was wild, uncontrolled. Building faster than any ache she’d ever known as a mare. It didn’t need any coaxing or cajoling to increase - it was building into a firestorm on its own. If anything it needed slowing.
But she didn’t want to slow it.
Her mind screamed at her to release, to thrust and jerk and unload whatever this agonizing tension was.
Her hips involuntarily lifted off the edge of the couch into one of her daughter’s upward strokes, as if she were fucking an invisible pony.
“Ah, you’re really liking it.” Apogee giggled, sticking her tongue out of the corner of her mouth in bemusement.
“Sh-shit!” Delta grunted out, slamming a hoof down into the cushions next to her as she tried to control herself. Her cock was starting to clench and unclench in rapid succession, making the whole thing bob and arch in her daughter’s hooves. She could feel her balls clenching, rising. A terrific heat spilling from some new organs inside her… about to-
“Whoops. Better slow down.” Apogee chirped, stopping her pumping and simply holding Delta’s quivering stallionhood.
“Wh-what?” Delta gasped. “I was close!” Her whiney complaint was annoying even to her own ears. Was this how it felt to tease a stallion? She instantly swore to herself that she’d never do it again - the ache was brutal!
“Sorry, Mom.” Apogee grinned. “Must ache, huh?”
Delta groaned, throwing her head back onto a cushion in frustration and staring at the ceiling. “Kid, you have no idea. I don’t know how stallions don’t spend every waking moment trying to blast a fresh hot gooey load.”
“They kinda do…” Apogee quipped.
Delta laughed at that. Which made Apogee laugh as well. It was a happy laugh, the kind she hadn’t heard with her own ears from her daughter in years. Not a lot of occasion to laugh with her mom.
“Still, doesn’t change the fact that my dick is aching like a motherbucker.” Delta sighed behind closed eyes, barely resisting the overwhelming urge to reach down and stroke herself to the completion her body so desired.
“Maybe I can make it feel better.” She heard Apogee moving, felt her place her two hooves on her knees.
Then there was a wet, soft touch on her tip. As gentle as a butterfly landing on a leaf.
Delta straightened up, looking down at Apogee with wide eyes. The filly was shyly looking back at her, ears folded back - scared that she might have gone too far. ‘Did…. did she just do what I think she did?’
At that moment, Delta knew she was in full control. She could stop this right now. With just a word she could push her away, return to some semblance of normalcy - go back to her happy little world, distant from Apogee and everypony else.
Her dick really didn’t want her to do that. And the booze in her system was certainly helping to steer her conscience towards an option that would lead to a self-satisfying income.
But even more so than those selfish factors… her heart didn’t want to do that. Seeing her little daughter there, so full of hope, of love, of fear. She knew she couldn’t provide the kind of motherly love that the filly desired, needed so badly.
Maybe this really was the only type of love that she could provide. She had to at least try, right?
“That felt amazing, kid.”
Apogee’s smile was pure. A joy of the highest caliber - she was so happy to make her mother feel good. It was like a beam of sunshine from Celestia herself had parted the clouds to land on her and make her shine with delight.
Delta whispered, adjusting herself. There was such a mix of emotions in her right now that she didn’t know how to feel - guilt at what she was doing with her daughter? Satisfaction that she’d managed to make the kid feel good for once? Anger that she was being drawn out of her shell against her will? A boozy horniness that wanted her to do more?
She didn’t know how to feel. But her mouth moved on its own.
“Do it again.”
Apogee nodded, leaning forward again, this time gripping Delta by the base, before planting a big wet kiss on her tip. This was no butterfly peck - Apogee’s lips opened to suckle the domed tip of Delta’s penis, lapping up the burbling hot pre-cum.
Delta had to clench the cushions again to steady herself against the onslaught of raw sensation. She could feel her daughter’stongue slipping around her glans, tasting her. Teasing her.
Apogee pulled back, leaving a wet smacking sound as the only evidence she’d just been kissing her mother’s cockhead.
“Again.”
Apogee leaned in planting a kiss on Delta’s sensitive glans this time. The explosion of nerve sensation paralyzed the mare for a moment, freezing her mid breath as her whole world was consumed with the feeling of her daughter’s tongue dancing atop the most sensitive spot on her whole body, tracing little, hot circles on the underside of her flare’s ridge.
‘Thrust thrust thrust thrust! Jam yourself down her throat! Get that feeling wrapped all the way around this ache!’ Her cock screamed in her mind like a petulant toddler. Delta gripped the couch arms and chewed her lip, not listening to the insistent call and instead whispering…
“Again.”
Apogee leaned forward, opening her mouth. With a surprising amount of skill, the filly turned what had been licking, suckling kissing into a passionate, deep Prench-kiss. Delta could hardly believe her eyes, this filly wasn’t even out of high school and she could blow a cock like this?
Those wide eyes quickly shut again in pleasure as Apogee’s Prench-kiss opened even wider. For the first time, Delta felt the whole sensitive ridge of her flare slipping past a hot, wet set of lips as her filly opened her jaw wide enough to take the head of her cock into her muzzle.
“Holy bucking Celestia!” Delta gasped out. The hot, licking inside of Apogee’s mouth was breathtaking.
And Apogee wasn’t slowing down.
She began to make little bobbing motions on the first couple inches of her mother’s rigid cock, shifting her neck muscles to move up and down, suckling and swirling her tongue as she did, lapping up her mother’s juices as she deposited her own coat of hot saliva.
Delta wrenched her eyes open once again to look down at the incredible sight - her daughter suckling her cock head… and staring up at her with those big, adorable red eyes. She could feel her staring into her face, her eyes, her soul. That connection of seeing somepony else, another soul, somepony you cared about, looking into you as they sucked your cock.
She knew why it drove stallions so wild.
‘Fuck its so good. So good. So good! More! More! Deeper! Faster!’ Her hooves crept to the back of Apogee’s head as the insistent filly continued to bob up and down. She didn’t even know why she’d done that? It just felt like the right place to grip… and once her hooves made it there, she realized why. With her hooves there - it would be so easy to push down as Apogee bobbed on one of her down strokes, to pull the filly’s head into her crotch… to jam her big stallioncock down her daughter’s slender throat.
“Shit! Sorry.” Delta jerked her hooves back, trying to remove the temptation. ‘No! No! Grab her! Buck her! Rut her throat!’
Apogee’s paused on her latest bobbing suckle, looking up at her mom with an eyebrow arched in bemusement. With a wet *Mwah* as she removed her muzzle from the steaming-pink cock flare, she licked her lips and reset her mouth to speak.
“Sorry for what?” Apogee giggled.
‘Stick it back in! Stick it back! It felt so good!’ Delta shook her head, clearing away the impulses. “Sorry for, uh… never mind. How the hay did you get so good at blowjobs, kid?”
“Well, I get lots of practice with… my coltfriend… Dangler.”
“Dancer?”
“Oh right, Dancer.” Apogee nervously chuckled her eyes shifting left to right. “Dangler is my nickname for him… because he’s so big!” She thumped one hoof into another as if she had just come up with something brilliant.
“Uh-huh,” Delta grunted, involuntarily flexing her abdomen, which made her length swing up and slap against her belly with a wet thwap. ‘Fuck fuck fuck! Stick it back in! Stick it back in!’
Apogee grinned at her mom, confidence coming back as she took her mother’s thick cock-base in her right hoof, tilting the organ so that it was pointing again toward her. The filly eyed the meaty sausage like a starving lion, licking her lips as she started to lean in… Just before she could reach her target, Delta placed one of her own hooves on her daughter’s.
Apogee looked up, meeting Delta’s eyes.
‘Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!’ “A-are… are you OK with this? I… I don’t want to hurt you, kid.”
Apogee considered her for a moment, tilting her head. Then that million-bit smile broke out once again.
“I love you, Mom. I love making you feel good.” Apogee used her free hoof to remove the blocking one Delta had just placed on hers. Lifting it carefully, the filly directed Delta’s hoof to the top of her head, placing it there and squeezing it to make sure that Delta got a hoof-full of her messy mane.
“You won’t hurt me.” Apogee grinned. “I’ve had lots of practice with somepony Dancer’s size… I think you can even be a bit rough…” Apogee’s ears folded back, a bit nervously. “I… I mean… if you want to… if you like that…”
Delta had to resist chortling at that response. She’d seen that kind of question from enough submissive partners to know that what it really meant was: ‘I like it rough, please rut me like a sow in heat.’
“Ok, kid.” Delta lifted her other hoof and took hold of her daughter’s head. “Show me.”
Apogee kept her eyes on her mom - somehow managing to still smile as she once again opened her mouth and took the whole, pre-cum burbling flare into her maw. She then began to sink past the point she had been halting at before… and Delta could feel her cockhead bump against the back of her daughter’s throat.
“Fuck!” Delta grunted as her penis mashed against her wet throat and was forced to tilt and turn down the filly’s esophagus.
‘Yes yes yes yes! Deeper, deeper! Get all of it in there!’ Delta couldn’t resist pulling on Apogee’s head any longer… starting to slowly apply pressure as she helped the filly take more stallioncock down her throat - a bulge appearing in her slender, yellow neck.
Delta could hear the filly swallowing, gasping in little hurried chokes as she worked her throat muscles to try to swallow down her shaft. As a fairly well-experienced barfly, Delta had mastered the art of taking a stallion deep into one’s throat herself. She knew just how hard it was to not panic, to suppress the choking gag reflex and let the stallion force inch after inch of his huge rod down your esophagus.
She just never imagined how good it felt for the stallion.
Each gulp tensed the tight throat muscles around her width, squeezing and milking her as she went deeper and deeper… and yet the filly showed no signs of stopping. Even her medial ring managed to slip between her lips with little more than a bump against Apogee’s teeth.
As the fatter donut of cockflesh slipped into her throat, Apogee’s eyes flared open in momentary panic, small convulsive quivers wracking her chest as her body rejected the impossible task it had been confronted with.
‘Yes! Yes! Choke on my dick! Take it all!’ Delta felt her hips want to thrust forward - to slam even more of her cock into the filly’s quivering throat. She was only just able to resist the impulse, her addled, boozy consciousness just taking back over in time to prevent from face-fucking the teen into asphyxia.
This was Apogee. Her daughter. The kid.
What the buck was she doing?
She jerked back slightly, starting to pull backward on her hooves, starting the process of trying to pry her filly off her cock.
Apogee wasn’t having that. The filly quickly swiped away her mother’s hooves with her foreleg, reaching forward to grasp Delta’s hips. With a couple of desperate choking gasps, she got her quivers under control…
The filly sure was determined.
With drool and tears running down her face from her gasping deep-throat swallow, Apogee just wouldn’t be denied. She pulled forward… and Delta felt the last few inches of her thick base slide down her daughter’s throat. The filly’s wet nose booped deeply into Delta’s tuft of pubic fur.
She could just see her daughter over the rise of her teats, the top of her muzzle scrunched up in focus and effort as she jammed the well-sized bulged down her throat so far it was nearly reaching her breastbone.
Delta started to reach out… she wanted to give the plucky little thing a head pat, show some affection, some… love. She reached down…
‘Fuck fuck fuck fuck! Cum cum cum! I want to release! Let me explode!’ A strange flood of endorphins raced through her, creating an experience both foreign and familiar at the same time.
She knew this was an orgasm - all those same waves of crashing pleasure that roiled up one’s body were there - all the desperate tension needing to snap, to break. But her male bits added something so much… more.
She could feel her balls, already aching and twisting throughout the evening, suddenly start to shoot up toward her torso - the muscles around her prostate starting to squeeze in involuntary pulses that raced up her length. She could feel her flare begin to fatten and widen, converting from its knobby ridge into a saucer-shaped plug.
This was so much more… physical… than any orgasm she’d had before. Her muscles clenched and tensed with purpose, wanting to aid in driving the cock deeper, in clenching her sperm-producing organs harder. The evolutionary design of her cock was overwhelming. As was the all-encompassing commands her stallionhood was sending to her mind.
And then she felt it. The first hot rope of cum blasting out of her cock-slit. It was like electric fire, blasting out in a gooey, glue-like thickness. As the seconds-long spurt raced through her cock, jetting into her daughter’s belly the sensation of pure bliss from the agonic release made her open her muzzle and release an unending, desperate groan.
“Ahhhhhnnnn!” Delta threw her head back, hooves clenching into the cushions of her couch, as she tried and failed to prevent herself from being washed away in a tidal wave of pleasure.
As her first spurt subsided, leaving her in the trough of the wave - without any burning feeling of release but still awash in pleasure - Delta sensed Apogee pulling herself off of her stallionhood. The sensation as her cock slid out of the tight twisting throat was far too much stimulation… but there was nothing she could do but grunt louder… almost choking in her moan as her fat flare briefly caught on the roof of Apogee’s mouth… before she popped free.
With her steaming cockhead now suspended in front of her, clenching and tensing like an angry cobra, Delta eyes locked with wonder on the massive flare her cockhead had blossomed into… and the eager young crimson eyes behind it.
Apogee’s hooves quickly moved from her hips to her cock - beginning to pump and stroke with ferocity. At the same time, the filly brought her nose back to the hot, red-pink flare… booping her spasming end with her wet nose.
Delta could feel that crashing spasm jerking through her again - the next spasm of bulging stallion-cum bulging down her shaft. All at once, she was being overloaded with physical sensation once again - as she clenched hard and prepared to unload right onto her daughter’s willing face.
“C’mon, Mom! Keep cumming!” Apogee coaxed, her hooves racing up and down Delta’s shaft, milking her harder than an overly eager milkmare.
“Ahnnnnnnfff-f-fuck!!!” Delta’s moan became an invective just as the next heavy rope of cum splattered out of her.
She’d never seen a male orgasm from this perspective, never experienced it. The incredible sight of thick arching strands gushing from her in a continuous, goopy stream, splattering over her daughter’s face and mane.
‘Yes! Yes! Mark her. Cover her! Coat her! Release it all!’ There was something bestial, primal in drenching her filly in her essence. An odd sort of alpha-stallion pride in just how much she was producing as she pumped spurt after spurt onto her.
The clenching spasms were coming fast and furious now, with almost no time between each splattering shot. All the while, Apogee maintained her frantic pumping pace, far too much stimulation for the overwhelmed mare, who could do nothing but clench as she endured and rode out the storm of her orgasm.
Splatter after splatter of hot foalbatter found its target, enough that steaming drips fell from Apogee’s fur to land with wet, dripping impacts onto the floor of her trailer.
She felt her eyes crossing, jittering, her consciousness roiling with blast after blast of endorphin-laced neurochemicals that came with each new ejaculatory spurt.
She’d lost count of her spurts after the tenth shot of hot, steaming semen plastered the upper roof of Apogee’s mouth, carefully positioned in front of her flare, eager to receive more of her mother’s sticky loads. The filly hadn’t stopped pumping the jumping, jerking shaft, maintaining her insistent and demanding rate as Delta remained paralyzed by sheer sensation in her hooves. After that splattering tenth blast, Delta saw her daughter being forced to shut her overflowing mouth and take a hearty swallow of her load, as additional creamy-white fluid escaped from the corners of her muzzle.
‘Celestia! The filly wants it… swallow it… swallow my load! Soak yourself in it!’
Shortly after seeing that she was forced to shut her eyes against the raw sensations assaulting her.
A few weaker spurts passed, which Delta could only experience through the sensations on her skin, the heat of the blood pulsing her ejaculations, the clenching pleasure of her muscles, and the external squeezes of Apogee’s hoof.
Finally, she could feel her orgasm ending, emptying, weakening. The blasts had become desperate trickles now, dribbles of cum instead of fountains, the convulsions felt even harder… like her body was trying to wring every last drop out of her balls.
‘F-fuck… fuck… yes.... yes…’
Then she felt a strange, wet touch against her slit, dragging from her sensitive glans up to the tip of her cockslit.
Delta’s eyes rocketed open to see Apogee lapping at her dick. The cum-covered filly had white ropes of stallion-essence marking her muzzle, her hair, her ears. Again there was that strange pride welling in her bosom, a satisfaction at how much of a stud she’d been to coat her mare in so much fluid.
Stallionhoods made you think weird things.
‘Yes… yesss… ahhh…’ The powerful voice in her head started to subside, clearly sated. She could feel her cock beginning to deflate, softening even though the flare remained rock hard - knobby ridges still pulsing outwards. ‘So good… rest… rest now… sleep…’
“Hee hee. Wow, Mom.” Apogee giggled, as she slurped up the last oozing drip from Delta’s flare. “That was as much as… uh… well…” She mulled something in her mouth. “You really taste different though, a little bitter.”
Delta grunted in response. She could feel the gentle waves of pleasure now, no longer a storm of need. Unlike any orgasm she’d experienced before, this one seemed to leave her… satisfied… at peace.
“Probably your cigarettes - I can tell when dad sneaks them too…” The filly blushed, then snapped tight as if she’d revealed something she shouldn’t have. In the fog of Delta’s mind, there was no way for her to understand why Apogee would think she cared that Jet still smoked. But the filly quickly coughed and kept going… “I keep telling you to quit, you know. Wow, are you falling asleep?” Apogee tilted her head and grinned, puffing her chest up cutely. “That good, huh?”
‘Sleep. That would be good right now.’ Delta’s mind agreed, freed from the demanding refrains of her stallionhood, but still groggy from the onslaught of booze and orgasm. She felt her eyes dipping, threatening to shut… but before they did she could spy the face of her daughter - looking just a little disappointed.
‘No!’ Delta’s mind snapped, raging against her drowsy inclinations. How many times had she bitterly had to hoof herself off after some two-pump chump stallion rolled over and zipped off to sleep once he’d dumped his load? Was she really about to commit the same selfish act against her daughter? She was better than that. She was a mare.
Delta felt blood rushing back to her head, bringing her back to the land of the living. Restoring her thoughts. Her eyes brightened and opened. She could see her daughter, glowing with pride from having made her mother so orgasmically satisfied… and could see the hint of glee that Delta wasn’t just going to pass out.
Delta smirked back at the kid. Just how had she managed to take such an experienced mare as her on such a ride? It was like Delta was some blushing first-time colt… well, perhaps that wasn’t so inaccurate. Nonetheless, the feisty, experienced barfly in her was beginning to emerge. She couldn’t let such a young pup lead her by the hoof.
It was time to show the kid just how much of a mare her mom could be.
“That was pretty good, kid.” Delta leaned forward, putting a hoof on Apogee’s shoulder as she got her legs back underneath her. With her newfound leverage, she pushed the filly gently backward, making her fall onto her back against the far arm of the couch. “Now let your mom show you how great she can do it…”
Delta was leaning over the filly now, her messy mane hanging down as she looked down into Apogee’s stunned eyes. Apogee hadn’t resisted - but she surely hadn’t expected her mother to take the lead. Nestled there in the couch cushion, her scrunched up, still-wet face framed against the crumpled background of her hoodie, Apogee was the epitome of adorable. Her eyes sparkled with that sense of wonder and excitement, that hint of fear at the situation, but the adrenaline and desire telling her she wanted more.
Delta had seen it in many romantic partners when she pinned them like this, mare and stallion alike.
She loved that look.
Usually, she would bend down, kissing them, stealing that uncertainty and exploding the excitement to all-new levels.
But… that face… Apogee… she couldn’t kiss her own daughter, not like that. It wouldn’t be fair - a kiss could be misinterpreted, could be seen as real love. Not just passionate love. Celestia knew Delta had to break the hearts of many lovers who had mistaken actions taken in the night for something more.
She wasn’t going to do that to Apogee.
So, just as she was leaning in to kiss the filly, just as Apogee craned her own neck up and opened her mouth in expectation, Delta dipped her head, instead planting a kiss on Apogee’s neck… then overtop of her hoodie, where her breastbone would have been… then her belly button… then her lower abdomen.
“M-Mom…” Apogee squeaked, the excitement in her voice rising to a crescendo.
A kiss between her teats - two young, nubile bumps scarcely rising off of her belly. Apogee was as flat-chested as Delta had been in high-school, even her nipples seemed to be the same - two little nubs of sensitive, dark flesh. She let her tongue quickly trace a snaking path over to the left nipple, giving it a few flicks with her tongue.
“M-Mom!” Apogee squeaked, her legs involuntarily shutting a little bit. Delta knew why - the filly had just winked, and didn’t want to gush all over her mother. She’d seen other mares go through the same reaction… always the less experienced ones - they hadn’t figured out yet that a good eating out was going to get wet no matter what… and that the juicy spray was part of the fun.
Speaking of, Delta could now smell her daughter’s pungent arousal, as she laid a kiss on the underside of her left tat, then one more on the nearly bare patch of skin and fur where a tuft of pubic fur should be. She didn’t think the filly shaved… she just hadn’t grown it in yet.
‘Celestia’s teats Apogee is young to be doing this.’ The thought rang in Delta’s head as she approached her final target - her lips deftly touching the dark-yellow skin of her pussy lips, just above her winking sex. But it was like a cargo-container ship steaming into port, or an avalanche barreling down a snowy mountain… she had far too much momentum now to be allayed by any last-second doubts.
“Oh, my Goddess!” Apogee’s yelp peeped out of her at the high end of the filly’s register, accompanied by a ruffling sound as her wings extended fully out of the purpose-made holes in her hoodie.
Delta had just kissed her daughter’s clitoris.
Just like her own, Apogee possessed a well-sized, heart-shaped love nub. It even quivered and protruded in the same way - stretching up and outward like it was desperate for love and attention, barely retreating at all back into its fleshy cave when it wasn’t winking out. She wasn’t quite as large as Delta, but the older pegasus figured years of toying and suckling and exciting the organ would probably explain that.
She leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on her filly’s clit, just barely covering the pink bud with her slick lips, moving them ever so slightly from side to side, like a master painter putting fine details on his work with the lightest of brushstrokes.
“Mmmn!” She certainly was vocal, and antsy. Each little movement was met with some moan and shifting of her body, writhing like she couldn’t stand still under the pleasure. Very cute.
Delta brushed her lips back and forth on Apogee’s clit a few more times, making sure to mix her own saliva in with the filly-cum already gushing about Apogee’s sex, ensuring a thorough coating of the delicate pleasure center… and eliciting more of those cute whines that were like music to her ears.
If Delta knew anything from her own masturbatory explorations of her body, and the kid was anything like her… there would be a super-sensitive spot just on the underside of her clit. One that required more… aggressive actions.
Delta took hold of her daughter’s athletic teenaged thighs, pulling her face deep into Apogee’s cleft, extended her tongue… and dug it in between the protruding clit and the flesh of her vagina, slipping her tongue like a spear to the extremely hidden spot where clit met body.
The reaction was instantaneous.
“Ah! AH! AHNNN!” Apogee’s yelps became shouts, her wings flapping uselessly against the old couch cushions. The filly’s legs clamped inwards, in an effort to either reduce the overwhelming sexual sensation… or lock it in place. “M-MOM!”
‘Didn’t know about this spot, did you, kid?’ Delta chuckled internally, gently continuing to probe the underside of Apogee’s clit. The whole organ was winking spasmodically now, shooting in and out, rubbing itself against Delta’s tongue as if it were the top of a stallionhood’s shaft, grinding itself for more pleasure.
Delta could feel the filly’s inner-lips clenching and extending under her as well, winking out to kiss her chin with wet, sloppy strands of sticky filly-juice. Her winks were powerful and rapid, not unlike Delta’s own, like the kid’s pussy was desperate to be stuffed with something.
That would come soon enough.
‘Now let me take you over that edge, honey.’ Delta grinned internally, leaning forward and pursing her lips, taking the filly’s clit into the suction of her mouth, while still keeping her tongue extended into that secret crevice… drawing every bit of her most sensitive bit out to be stroked by her skillful muscle.
“Ah ah AH! M-MOM… MOMMA! I’M…Mnnnnnghhhh!!!” Her filly got loud when she came.
Out of her peripheral vision, Delta saw Apogee’s wings shoot to their most extended limits, then felt the grasping clench of two hooves digging into the back of her head, mashing her face deeper into her sex, even as the filly’s legs wrapped around her neck, locking her in a deep mother-daughter muff dive.
Splatter after splatter of hot jets of fillycum splashed out against Delta’s chin, coating her neck and chest with Apogee’s sticky lubricant. The amount was surprising, impressive… apparently the two had that in common as well when it came to sexual performance.
“Ahhnnnnnnnnnnn!”
Delta didn’t let up, continuing her suckling, stroking ministration of Apogee’s clitoris, nursing and coaxing the filly to keep her at that climactic peak of pleasure as long as possible, drawing it out and making the filly empty herself, until the exhausted spasms of her daughter’s body began to lose tone and strength - not because her orgasm was ceasing, but because the muscles were too tired to fire as strongly, leaving the girl as a wet puddle of pleasure and weakened, orgasming flesh.
...and just as Apogee’s clenching quivers seemed to be dying off entirely… with precise and skillful timing... Delta slipped down and drove her tongue deep into her daughter’s tight, sopping pussy.
“G-gah!” Apogee tensed up again, arching her back off of the couch. “Y-you’re so much better than daddy!”
‘Filly likes to talk dirty to her coltfriend, too?’ Delta chuckled to herself as she swirled her tongue around the entrance to her daughter’s tight, twisting, fillyhood. The velvet-pink walls were compressing and milking her tongue, demanding more from her as the belt-fed filly began to climb back up from the trough of her orgasmic wave into a second crescendo.
Delta pressed her tongue into the roof of Apogee’s tight cunt, using every bit of her muscles to probe the clenching flesh for the spot that she knew had to be there…
“Ah! Ah! AhhhHHH!”
‘Found it.’
Apogee’s staccato squeals confirmed that Delta had located the hidden patch of ultrasensitive nerve endings that most stallions claimed didn’t exist: the semi-mythical ‘G-spot’. Delta’s tongue knew its way around the patch of quivering pussy-wall; she could utilize many sessions worth of experience to probe and poke it with just the right pressure, just the right intensity.
Her little filly didn’t stand a chance.
“Muh-*gasp*, m-muh… muh….” Apogee’s voice shuddered as her gasping diaphragm prevented her from making more than just the first syllable of her intended cry.
“Muh-mooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!”
Finally, she managed to get the word out as she rolled right into her second orgasm of the night. The filly humped her hips off the couch into Delta’s face with renewed vigor, trapping her mother with her spasming hooves and pressing her more deeply into her filly hood as she rode her mother’s face to completion.
“Y-y-YESSS!!!”
Delta first felt the filly’s pussy clench and swirl around her tongue, as if trying to draw it deeper into the wet tunnel, swirling with enough force to actually pull more of Delta’s organ out of her mouth, something she’d never experienced before. She felt the wink of Apogee’s clit, as the filly’s contraction sent the hot-pink bud booping into Delta’s snout, mashing itself into her nostrils...
Then the flood came. She really was just like her mom.
A huge splash of musky filly-cum shot right into Delta’s mouth, sticky natural lubricant juice that splashed out in every direction with the force at which it struck Delta’s open, cunt-munching muzzle. Then came a second gush, and a third! Each corresponding with a desperate and needy thrust of her hips and clench of her hooves, as if she were trying to facefuck her mother.
Delta could feel the filly’s hot love juice spilling down her chest, soaking her grubby tank-top and plastering her chest fur as it poured down in rivulets to pool on her couch - not the first time it had seen these kinds of fluids, but perhaps the most it had ever seen.
“Uhhhnnn! Uhnnhuh…. Hunghh…” Apogee was almost sobbing now with the force of her orgasm, tears, and emotion from the huge exertion of such a quivering, shaking climax.
It was only now, after what was either the fifth or sixth squirt (Delta had lost count), that she began to slow to a trickle… little burbles of juice spilling out instead of the fire-hose like fountains.
And she started to mewl.
“Mmmm…. M-Mom… w-wow…. I… M-Mom…” Apogee was moaning and writhing, her muscles relaxing as sliding back to rest on the soaked couch, turning into a simple receptacle for the sensations her mother was pouring into her body.
Delta grinned. She knew what to do with a mare in this position - she could eat a lucky filly out for hours, keeping them in this state of worldly bliss… and she was going to do just th-
Delta felt one of Apogee’s sticky, strand-like drips fall off of her chin… and land on something she wasn’t used to having in this situation…
Her rigid, erect, cock-head.
‘Why hello there - almost forgot about you.’ Delta chewed her lip. She could feel that sticky-hot drip of filly cum roll down her glans, sliding under the knobby ridge of her corona… then drip tantalizingly off onto the floor below. Delta carefully extricated her tongue from her daughter’s pussy, letting the filly’s pussy walls do their utmost to grip and retain her while she slipped back out with a little tongue-flick that touched Apogee’s now permanently-winking clit. The action sent a small tremor through the delirious puddle of filly-flesh that had once been the perky kid.
She looked down at herself. It was back, in all it’s raging, erect glory. Standing as tall (or even taller) than it ever had, a fat pink cock-end transitioning through a mottled medial ring back to what now seemed to be quite a girthy, thick base.
It had popped back up so quickly, so unnoticed while she was eating Apogee out. It was almost like a magic trick. Maybe the filly’s musk? Or the hot dripping nectar? Or it could just be the fact that she was eating out a tight, teenage fillyhood… that would probably do it for most stallions, Delta thought with bemusement: not like it’s that much of a mystery.
‘You’re not being as noisy in my head as you were before, little-guy.’ Delta mused. She didn’t hear that same chorus of feral need she had before. Sure, the thing ached, and wanted to be attended to… but her thoughts were her own. It struck her that she was talking… thinking… to her dick.
It had been that kind of night.
‘Pain in my ass thing, getting all stiff again.’ Delta grunted. Leaning back in to continue her meal would make the bobbing, filly-cum coated end bump into the fabric of the couch… it would definitely get in the way… ‘Just what am I gonna do with you?’
As she thought it, she glanced up. Right in front of her eyes, literally inches from her face, was Apogee’s winked-open, drooling, quivering… begging fillyhood. It was actually clenching at the empty air of the trailer, letting off a steamy fog with each grasp at nothingness, as it searched for something, anything to fill it.
Delta felt a pit in her stomach form as the realization struck her.
She couldn’t.
Could she?
She glanced from the tight-little fillyhood back to her knobby pink cock-end. The slit burbling with pre-cum. The throb of her heartbeat in her flesh.
She could just imagine how divine it would feel to sink that thickness into such a slender, velvet love-tunnel… And even more… she could imagine how impossibly amazing it would feel to Apogee at that moment… this kind of timing to receive the fulfillment of being stuffed full of cock when you were in your most desperate, orgasmic need… it was something that mares could only dream of, did dream of!
But… this was the kid. Her kid. Her daughter.
Delta let a hoof fall to her cock, carefully massaging it as she mulled over her dilemma.
Could she really… fuck her? The filly she’d given birth to? Had changed the diapers of? Had bounced on her knee and helped to build her first rocket out of play-blocks?
…
‘...had selfishly abandoned out of spite against her father?’ Delta’s dark inner-monologue quickly interjected. It wasn’t like she was winning any mother of the year awards before tonight.
She’d never lived her life worrying about the consequences of the future, why should she start now? Her gut, her heart, her body… her freaking cock was telling her to go ahead. Her brain could take a hike.
Delta moved forward, gripping her shaft carefully as she tried to align herself, at first holding away from the filly’s drooling, pussy. The kid was so aroused - her pink inner labia had swollen up past even the puffy dark-amber flesh of her outer lips. Their two organs were just millimeters apart now, both steaming pink flesh bits agonizingly close without touching, as Delta tried to put her new cock into her baby girl.
“Fuck…” Delta grunted, trying to decide exactly how to push her hips forward to penetrate Apogee. This was harder than it looked. She’d given the odd chortling laugh at virgin colts that she’d picked up, as they tried and failed to prod their pokers into the right crevice of her flesh, often aiming too high or too low. Delta knew exactly where she had to slide her head, but the stallionhood’s stiffness made everything more difficult, like trying to thread a needle with your hips. She had a little more empathy for those rookie stallions now.
She slid forward… the head of her cock missing its mark and jamming up against Apogee’s clit and urethra, prodding instead of penetrating.
But Godesses the feeling was still incredible! The hot, sticking kiss of that slick, erect filly clit on her glans, leaving a connective, stringy strand of a mixture of both of their lubricating fluids.
“Mmmnf!” Apogee moaned, squirming on the couch. Sensing what her mother was doing, she splayed her hips out wider, signaling that she wanted this too. “Y-yesh…”
“I’m gonna…” Delta breathed, leaning in closer now, and pushing the head of her cock down, bending it painfully to actually cram herself into the winking vaginal opening awaiting her, “...gonna stick it in, kid!”
“Yes… M-MOM!”
The wet squelch of filly-cum saturated lips as they slowly parted and engulfed her cockhead was muted out by the squealing satisfaction of her daughter… but Delta scarcely heard it.
All of her brain was being overwhelmed by the incredible feeling of her cock, now buried three inches into her daughter’s tight, twisting, teenage snatch.
She was tight. At least what Delta imagined was tight… it felt like her fat knob of a head was being compressed down by her powerful, clenching pussy. The quivering muscles gripped and surrounded her, molding around her ridge, swirling and slicking every vein, nub, and bump of her cocktip… heating and exciting her blood… welcoming her into what was heaven.
For a brief moment, Delta considered whether she might prefer keeping the stallionhood long-term. She could understand why stallions devoted so much of their lives to hunting mare-plot.
“F-fuck kid! You’re so good!” Delta grunted, despite herself. It was the kind of thing an amateur would say. But it was true.
Awkwardly, Delta started to slide forward, shifting her hooves along the floor of the RV to scooch closer to her daughter, to slide more of herself into that welcoming, wet, warm pussy.
Slowly, delectably, Apogee’s fillyhood swallowed up inch after inch of her mother’s cock.
Delta couldn’t take her eyes off of their union - watching with wonder as her daughter’s pink inner-lips squelched and stretched, drooled and quivered, as bit by bit of her shaft entered that boiling inferno… sinking into those teenage lips.
The sensations were even more enrapturing and wondrous - more and more of her cock was experiencing that wonderful, crushing tightness… which drove her to want to cram all of herself into the filly (if only she could find the right footing, the right technique!)... but even more exciting was the depth that her cockhead was plumbing.
She could feel herself spreading the tight, collapsed velvet cavern of her filly’s vaginal depths. Each bump, each new swirl of muscular flesh, was sliding past her ultra-sensitive glans and coronal ridge… often greeted by a new pulsing quiver or clench.
“M-Mom… d-deeper!” Apogee whined, shifting herself to try to open more of her body to Delta’s male invader.
“Y-yeah,” Delta replied, her brow starting to sweat from the exertion. She wanted nothing more than to fuck all the way into her, but this wasn’t easy… she could feel her body straining to keep itself aligned, her legs stiffly holding their awkward, slightly bent position, her cock straining and pulsing.
How did stallions do this?
She was a bit closer now, able to grip Apogee’s legs for some more leverage. As soon as she did she found herself better balanced, able to step forward and press another few inches into her little girl.
“Y-yes!” Apogee moaned, leaning up and looking at her from under her cute mop of blue hair. “I can feel you inside me, Mom!” She reached down and put a hoof just under her teats on her lower abdomen, over top of where Delta’s cockhead currently was.
Delta plowed all the way forward, right to her medial ring. The wider joint jammed on the outside of her daughter’s tight entrance. The pause caused Delta to stop, to take in the incredible wave of sensation with a sigh.
“M-Mom… f-fuck me…” Apogee whined, trying to grind her hips slightly back and forth on Delta’s cock.
The movement snapped Delta out of her reverie - those little grinds felt good. The feel of velvet filly-flesh moving back and forth over her cock… somehow even better than just standing there and reveling in the tight wrap of cunt.
“Y-yeah.” She had to buck. To fuck her filly. She couldn’t just be a limp fish. She had to be a stud.
Delta tried a thrust, pivoting her hips more than sliding them - it was all that she had to do as a mare in this position, usually… and finding the angle was difficult otherwise. The small movements were agonizingly pleasurable, each one tilting her flare up and jamming it into Apogee’s deep walls... and yet Delta could tell that she could do so much more… could be so much better… her instincts were screaming at her to piston more of herself in and out, to plunge with deep strokes instead of small movements.
But how?
“Damn kid, you’re so fuckin’ hot.” Delta moaned, stroking Apogee’s leg with her hoof. The compliment lit up Apogee’s face, and she could feel a happy squeeze wrack the filly’s pussy. At least the kid looked like she was on cloud nine - being able to fuck her mom seemed to be ticking her boxes… or was it just that she could be close to her?
Delta blinked the thought out of her head, continuing to grind in and out.
“D-d… deeper, Mom.” Apogee breathed as much as spoke.
‘Fuck me, that’s hot.’ It seemed that the inner penile voice was gaining volume once again.
Not that she disagreed with it.
Delta bit her lip. Hearing that come from her own daughter… there was nothing more she wanted to do than fulfill that request. She tried to move forward with her hooves, only to find the angle not quite working - jamming her cock more directly upwards into the roof of her daughter’s pussy.
“Mmf! Deeper, Mom!” Apogee whined, grinding plaintively with the new angle, her hips desperately trying to stuff more of Delta into her.
“I’m trying…” Delta grunted, pulling with her hooves. It seemed ponies weren’t really designed to fuck missionary style. The stallions she’d been with always made it seem so easy! She took a deep breath, sliding backwards to try coming in with a little more force - maybe it just needed some raw hip power?
As she withdrew, the flare of her cock bulged out Apogee’s puffy pink inner labia, peeling open her pussy as if the filly were passing the head of a newborn foal in labor.
“Ah!” She squeaked, clit and urethral opening straining under the new bulge.
*Pop!*
“Shit,” Delta swore, a half-beat after the loud, obscene sound filled the trailer, her pink stallionhood head accidentally popping out of her filly’s cunt and plopping obstinately onto the crevice between Apogee’s teats, a small wisp of hot fog drifting upward as the combined sheen of fillycum and pre-ejaculate evaporated in the trailer's dry air.
“M-mom?” Apogee looked down at her, questioningly. “Don’t tease me!”
“I’m not,” Delta growled, gripping her shaft again. “This is harder than it looks.”
“Pfft…” Apogee giggled, rolling up her legs and holding her sides as her body rocked with mirth.
Delta rolled her eyes. “Not what I meant, kid.” It was hard to avoid grinning back at the filly, wracked with sweat sex, cute as a button, and in such a state of obvious frivolous contentment.
“Sorry, Mom.” Apogee closed her hips while bracing herself on one of her forelegs, sitting up. “Hang on a sec.”
‘No no no! Come back! Come back!’ Delta’s cock was not the only one upset that the window for continued coitus seemed to be rapidly closing; Delta could feel her heart drop into her stomach as the kid shut her legs, hiding that beautiful fillyhood from view. As she pivoted her legs off the couch, swinging her hooves down to the trailer floor and standing up with a little stretch of her neck, Delta could only hold her breath as dread overtook her.
Had she blown it? Was it all over already? Damn this awkward stallionhood! Now both she and the kid would be left in the lurch, unfulfilled… unsatisfied… unloved. How had she screwed this up so b-
“You coming, Mom?” Apogee looked over her shoulder with a coy smile, and a cocked head, as if confused why Delta wasn’t already following her. “I can’t wait too long without getting your cock back inside me…” The filly chewed her lip.
‘Quick! Follow her! Fuck her!’ Her cock slapped against her bellybutton as she bouncedoff the couch instinctively. She didn’t miss Apogee’s eyes darting down to inspect her stallionhood once again, the filly’s red irises glittering with need before she licked her chops and swallowed.
“C’mon, Mom…” She turned and started walking down the short hallway toward Delta’s bedroom, not glancing back.
‘Yes yes yes yes!’ Delta followed, without saying a word, heart thumping with excitement.
As she walked behind her smaller daughter, there was no way she could resist looking at her pert, athletically toned backside. Her freckled glutes looked impossibly biteable, slap-able, fuckable…
They didn’t hold her attention for long.
There’s nothing quite like the signal of a flagging mare-tail to draw the eyes - particularly when those eyes are guided by the motivating force of an aroused, semi-self-aware stallionhood. Apogee’s cute little dock easily held up her blue-green tuft of a tail-bun, wagging proudly in the air, making sure that her mother would get a full eyeful of her glorious plot as she strode toward Delta’s bed.
The sweat of their recently suspended bucking had given her slightly darker genital skin a light sheen - making them almost seem to glow. Her bouncing, tight little tailhole only just losing out in a buckability contest to her winking, fillyhood. Even as they took the few steps to her bed, Apogee’s puffy, slender lips clenched and spread, flashing that tell-tale scream of pink cunny and fat clitoris which mares used to beg to be bred.
‘I want to fuck that little cunt so bad, I need to!’ It felt almost like her stallionhood was going to embed itself into her own belly with how rigidly it was pressing against her underside.
Delta smirked. The kid knew she was giving a show, too. Waggling her hips as she winked, theatrically wafting her tail to spread her musky fog throughout the hallway air that Delta would have to stride through. The little minx.
She’d been with a few mares who’d been able to take her for a ride… but would never have guessed her own daughter would be able to play her like a fiddle. The stallionhood certainly helped give her a bit of an advantage, for sure.
Not that she minded. Not with a view like this.
She continued admiring as Apogee walked into her messy bedroom, ignoring the fact that her sheets and comforter were strewn halfway off the bed. The filly seemed to quickly notice the grimy dressing-room vanity mirror… and made her decision about where she was going. Delta watched with anticipation from the doorway as the filly took position across from the mirror, her eyes finding her mother’s in the reflection with that twinkling energy. She put her forelegs up on the mattress, stretching forward with a cat-like litheness, arching her back slightly before spreading her rear-legs with clear intent…
A flick of her flagged tail and a waggle of her hips made sure that there could be no further doubts, as Apogee raised her ass into the air and showed her plot to her breathless mom. A heavy wink flashed that pink beacon once again, this time with enough power to send a little splash of sticky, clear filly-juice onto Apogee’s inner thighs.
“Come fuck me, Mom.”
‘Yes! Yes yes yes yes!’ In two bound Delta was over to Apogee’s outstretched butt. She placed her hooves on either side of the filly’s pert cheeks, feeling the supple, soft fur of a teenager… and the muscular tightness just below.
“C’mon! I can’t wait!” Apogee whined: a voice Delta had heard from the filly countless times when she was demanding some treat or toy… but now it was being used to ask for her mother’s stiff cock.
It was so much easier to get in position - Delta’s hooves naturally found their purchase on Apogee’s hips… her legs fit so naturally between the filly’s out-stretched stance… her weight was so easy to balance using the brave teen’s back. It was so natural, so… right.
She slid one forehoof down to grip her rigid cock, impatiently smearing it against her daughter’s teats as she dragged the burbling cockhead across to Apogee’s tight, needy, teenage snatch.
“Mmmf! Yeah!” Apogee squeaked, wings again stretching outward as she felt her mother’s girth begin to press into her once again.
‘Fuck yes! Rut her! Do it!’ Delta sighed with contentment, the feeling of those tight young cuntlips straining, stretching… just barely parting for her insistent press… until all at once sliding over her fat knob like a deliciously warm and soaked velvet glove.
With her newfound leverage fucking in the pony-style position, Delta was able to drive herself in all the way to her medial ring with the first stroke… there was so much power in her hips, so much fierce, burning need… only the fat ring of the half-way point of her cock prevented her from ramming home her whole shaft.
“Ahn! M-Mom!” Apogee squeaked, trembling and wincing with the sudden sharpness of the penetration - her wings shooting out wider in surprise. A squelching, obscene sound escaped from their union as Delta’s aggressive plunge drove into the depths of her daughter’s body.
She hadn’t meant to be rough - but it was just… so easy… so right!
‘Harder! Harder! Deeper! She wants it! Come on!’ Her mind, her body wanted more… and she hoped… needed kid to want it harder as well.
Delta started to pull her hips back, preparing to ram herself home with even more ferocity. As her cockhead retracted it plunged out Apogee’s tight teenage snatch, stretching and straining it, causing the filly to let loose a squelching squirt of juice that spattered over her mother’s thighs.
The filly was winking. On her stallionhood.
‘Now!’ Delta thrust forward, sliding six inches of throbbing pink meat back into Apogee, right back up to her medial ring… which stubbornly caught in the vise-like grip of the filly’s labia. For a moment, her cock strained and bulged, almost bending under the resisted force of her hips and the blocking grip of vaginal obstruction.
“Mmmf! Y-yeah!” Apogee wiggled her hips backward into her mother’s pressure, shifting with clenching butt-waggles to try to wedge more cock into her small body.
Her lips parted, ever so slightly, peeling around the fat ring of cockflesh…
...and Delta felt the incredible grasp of fillycunt around her cock’s base, as inch after inch sank into Apogee’s twisting depths.
‘Fuck yes! Yes… yes! So tight!’
Even though Delta had been on the receiving end of much more prodigiously-endowed stallionhoods which dwarfed her own well-sized organ in length and girth… or in the case of Apogee’s father both… there was something marvelous about watching such a small, tight plot take in something so large. It had always felt good when a big stallion like Jet hilted her… but being on the other side of that, seeing her most sensitive body part being almost completely engulfed by somepony who seemed to improbably small to do so…
It was intoxicating.
‘Fuck her! Move, move, move!’ Delta bit her lip, the burning stimulation of the engorged male part of her body pumping her full of hormones, of desire… wanting more than just the stimulation of being gripped by those filly-walls… it needed to rub itself into them, to grind along those slick, swirling fleshy coils of teenage snatch.
And Delta wanted it too... because she knew Apogee wanted it. Wanted to be rutted hard. Delta might be a novice at bucking as a stallion, but she could at least recognize those wiggles, those shudders… the breathy moans… the way her filly’s primary feathers were pulsing wider with each of her heartbeats… she did the same thing when she wanted her latest barfly conquest to pound her into happy oblivion.
So… why shouldn’t she give the kid what she desired?
Delta slid her hips back, drawing her nearly-hilted cock out of Apogee’s straining and stretched pussy. The tight, pink, velvet-glove lips slickly drew back over her shaft’s every vein and bump, over her ring and all the way out to her cockhead… before she slammed herself back in… a wet squelch accompanied the thrust as she drove ten inches of raw mottled blue and pink cock into her filly’s cunt.
“AH! Yes! Mom!”
‘Faster! More!’
Delta quickly repeated the process, drawing and slamming her hips with more confidence and speed now. The filly’s wings were flaring out completely now, straining and flexing in time with her thrusts.
Quickly Delta found her rhythm, steadily slipping in and out of that incredible cavern, rutting her daughter’s plot. Her confidence growing, Delta glanced up from fixating on the filly’s ass - she wasn’t worried she was going to slip out like on the couch. Her eyes traced up the sweaty, shaking tail, over the cat-like bend in Apogee’s lower back, past the disheveled hoodie and over the dripping blue-green mane… looking instead into the mirror across the room.
Apogee’s red eyes were fixed on her face, sparkling with a new intensity. That contentedness was still there - the joy in being with her mother… but a new fire smoldered now. The way her eyes seemed to be unfocused, the way one eyelid drooped below the other... the way her tongue hung out the side of her panting mouth…
Apogee was losing herself to the pleasure.
Delta managed to grin in between her panting breaths. Pumping like this was taking more out of her than she thought, vigorous pumping of the hips required quite a bit of exertion. But it was worth it to see, to feel the lustful joy that she was giving to Apogee.
Delta knew that look, that drooling tongue. She’d worn it herself many times after a successful night of trolling at the bar. And Delta knew what she would have liked when she was in such a situation.
*Slap!*
With a hearty swing, Delta brought her left hoof down with a cracking impact on her daughter’s flank, leaving the echoing smack of flesh and a red mark in its wake. The impact sent a ripple of force through the muscular glute, jiggling Apogee’s already pounded plot.
“Ahn!” The mix of pain and pleasure made Apogee yelp a groaning squeak.
“You like that, kid?” Delta growled sultrily, her hips starting to move faster, automatically… instinctively.
“Uhn… uhn… uhn… y-yes!” Apogee yelped, in between gasps.
“You sure run hot, honey…” Delta teased, bringing down her hoof once again with another slap...
*Slap!*
“...just like your mom.” This time Delta kept her hoof against the spot she’d slapped, digging in the edge of her hoof and taking hold of Apogee’s hipbone. She quickly found the new grip letting her pull with her hooves, gaining more traction to slam her hips with more ferocity and speed.
‘Fuck her. Harder! Harder! Make her squeal!’ Delta quickly gripped the other hipbone, flexing her arm muscles to pull herself with powerful force into Apogee’s teenage plot. Her legs, her hips, her lungs and heart… everything was burning and strained. But it was like her body had a mind of its own… like she was running on the instinct of her stallionhood. Her mind was just along for the ride, millennia of instinctive biological conditioning were now firmly in the driver’s seat.
And she didn’t mind one bit.
Delta felt her nostrils flare, drawing deep breaths of the musky, sex-fogged air. That tart-sweet smell of squirting fillypuss stoked the raging inferno of her lust into a firestorm. She leaned in to her thrusts, bending over Apogee’s back, letting her sweat drip from her soaked tanktop onto the filly’s arched back.
“F-fuck!” Delta groaned as her cock hilted for the first time in her daughter’s fillyhood. The stallion-stud instinct inside her clicked up another notch at the feel of that winking pussy take in the last, girthy base of her cock. She felt the wet embrace of her daughter’s clitoris against the top of her scrotum and felt it draw back in a bumping, strand-trail-leaving path over her shaft’s uneven surface. The pink lovebud bounced over her medial ring in a burning line of kisses right up to the underside of her glans... before she plunged all the way back in, stretching the filly’s cunt back to its widest as she hilted again and again.
The deep, power strokes were having an effect - Delta could feel her daughter’s gyrating motions becoming more erratic under her, the humps back against her getting mistimed, sloppy, wild. The swirling clenches of the filly’s pussy no longer coordinated, but spasmodic, as if the nerves of the filly’s body were malfunctioning, blasting at random times in reaction to the waves of pleasure Delta was giving her.
*PLAP!*
The sound of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh filled Delta’s ears. Not just the impact of hip against flank, of sopping fillyhood against pubic bone… but of Delta’s heavy balls swinging up to strike against Apogee’s lower belly, just under her teats. The two dark-blue orbs were dripping with Apogee’s filly-nectar, which spilled out of her wet gash to coat the pair of erotic weights. Swinging like a sock filled with two cannonballs, they thudded against her daughter’s body in time with Delta’s animal thrusts.
*PLAP!* *PLAP!* *PLAP!*
Apogee’s head rolled up, craning her neck back as she took in a deep lungful of air. Delta could see the filly’s crimson irises shifting, molding, changing into heart-shapes and start to roll up into her head. Her body was wracked by a spasm, shooting the filly’s wings so wide that wide gaps had appeared between each of her long primary feathers, her spine arched precariously, like a cat stretching after a nap… Delta knew those signs.
She was going to cum.
*PLAP!* *PLAP!* *PLAP!*
But Delta’s studly instincts didn’t care. The instructions from the feral, testosterone-fueled recesses of her brain didn’t care about how the filly felt. They didn’t care about making her feel loved, or pleasured. They didn’t even care about getting more sensation for Delta’s cock. They didn’t care about maximizing the already overwhelming sensation of pussy-flesh on her cockhead. There was only one word ricocheting around her consciousness now.
Breed.
*PLAP!* *PLAP!* *PLAP!*
‘Rut her! Rut her! Buck her! Fill her up with your cum. Drown her womb in stud-batter! Fill her with your foal!’ Her cock screamed in her psyche, too loud and furiously for Delta’s addled consciousness to resist, to consider just what she was doing… this wasn’t her daughter now. She was on the ancient open plains of Equus, an alpha stallion in rut… and this was her mate… her brood-mare… her filly.
*PLAP!* *PLAP!* *PLAP!*
“Gah… gah… gah…!” Apogee was gasping with chokes now, trying and failing to draw enough breath to sustain herself as she endured Delta’s onslaught.
It wasn’t easy for Delta either. Her heart was pounding far too hard for an alcoholic smoker, her muscles burnt worse than a champion sprinter after a race. There was no way for her to sustain this… and yet no way she could stop now, she would die first.
Delta fell forward, her forehooves landing on the outside of her daughter’s as she completely covered her. The new weight on Apogee’s back made the filly lose her grip, falling onto her elbows and slamming her face into the sheets of the messy bedspread.
This only served to further stick Apogee’s quivering bottom up into the air, as her mother’s new position served to allow even more powerful, continued, jackhammer-like strokes into her pre-orgasmic pussy.
*PLAP!* *PLAP!* *PLAP!*
Delta’s head was resting right on top of Apogee’s now, the sweat-drenched blue mane tickling her nostrils and getting into her open, gasping mouth as she pounded, harder and harder. Her muzzle was only inches from the filly’s face now, so every gasping, breathy squeak reached her ears, dimly registered and thrown onto the fuel of the now unstoppable blaze of feral rut.
*PLAP!* *PLAP!* *PLAP!*
The aching squeeze in Delta’s gut was concentrating into a central point, deep in her gut, the need and instinct boiling into a physical manifestation… sliding into her groin… into her balls… like a coiled spring winding too tightly, metal under tension… a cannon primed with too much powder.
‘Cum! Cum! Cum! Release! Fill her!’
*PLAP!* *PLAP!* *PLAP!*
She felt her balls shoot up… and slammed herself one final time, as deep as possible, hilting with a finality that natural instinct demanded.
By pure instinct she twisted her head and opened her mouth, taking a solid hold of her brood-filly’s neck with her teeth, steadying her to hold her in place as the inevitable sequence raced to a conclusion.
As soon as the teeth grazed that slender, yellow neck, Apogee screamed.
The tight, convulsing filly-cunt began to spasm... milking with powerful, needy, demanding clenches. Huge splatters of hot, gushing nectar sprayed from Apogee’s plot against the soaked pubic fur of Delta’s body, sputtering in wet waterfalls to the floor.
Apogee was cumming.
Hard.
The filly’s orgasmic contractions raced up and down Delta’s hilted cock, pulling inwards and upwards. Delta could feel the filly’s cervix pressing down against her flaring stallionhead, the tight opening kissing up against her cockslit and forming a perfect seal.
‘Now! NoW! NOW! NOAOAWUAHhhh….’ Delta felt her mind flaring out, replaced with a surge of white-hot pleasure as potent aphrodisiac-laden neurochemicals flooded her mind.
Her cock, impossibly stretched and thickened, extending by an inch with rigid, throbbing pulses. Tilting upwards, the pink end of her penis blossomed like a flower, flaring out to the size of a saucer plate and lodging itself firmly in the depths of Apogee’s vaginal snugness.
She felt huge… bursting… Like half her blood was in her stallionhood. Aching to explode.
Then it happened.
There was no force in all of Equestria that could prevent the huge rush of release that exploded out of Delta’s body... Not even if all the princesses could have slowed the searing rush of hot stallion-batter as it bulged out of her churning balls and down her shaft, straining the filly’s body as the massive load surged in a wave down her fat pipe to erupt out of her
A jet of heavy, white-hot stud-batter shot into Apogee’s pussy. The thick explosion fired right through the filly’s suckling cervical opening, impacting against her back uterine wall with enough velocity to deform the tender, hidden refuge. The blast seemed to last for seconds, quickly filling up the diminutive teenage womb with a creamy genetic payload.
Delta chewed down harder with her teeth, cinching her hips in with grinding hip thrusts, imparting just that little bit of additional momentum to each spraying cumshot. Those grinds were met by Apogee’s instinctive backwards pushes, feral thrusts that sought to collect every last drop of her stud’s sizable donation.
Blast after blast ripped out of Delta’s cock, each one accompanied by indescribable physical and emotional sensations, everything just felt right, natural, complete. Her brood-filly underneath her getting pumped full of her foals.
Each aching shot drained the burning need from her gut, her balls, her cock, her mind. In its wake was left only a perfect serenity of mind-melting dopamine and oxytocin.
She could feel the same consciousness-frying chemicals affect her filly underneath her. The tensed, straining, sweaty teenage muscles unlocking and unwinding as the filly’s belly began to bulge and expand, each ejaculation cramming her womb with glue-thick filling.
She lost count of her cumshots after her seventh blast, which somehow seemed to be just as ferociously powerful as the first, not tapering one iota… her over-productive stallionbits more than keeping up with the demands of her huge orgasm.
Apogee’s belly grew and fattened, her womb stretching to the size of a mare with foal… at first a small bump, then a bulge, then expanding out as if she were halfway through a pregnancy… her belly-button popping cutely out of her yellow tummy-fur as she was stuffed with her mother’s cum.
Only then, completely filled to the brim, did Delta’s batter start to overflow from their tight union, spilling out from the seal of lips to cock-base with squirting intensity, splattering in splotchy steaming sputters onto the floor and forming a lake of sexual juice beneath their hooves.
Feeling her orgasm finally weakening, the clenching spasms that drove cum out of her balls relaxing as it wrung out its last, thin squirts… Delta released her love bite.
Her eyes were rolling in her head, eyelids drooping and weakening, she could feel parts of her mind shutting down, weakening and winking out with exhaustion.
But she could sense Apogee nearby, still connected with her. A panting yellow form, dimly visible through the haze of post-orgasmic bliss. The filly slowly turned her head from where it had been buried in the sheets, craning her neck to try to look directly at her mother with her heart-shaped irises.
Delta could feel her daughter’s heartbeat through her body, through her still-stiff cock. Like they were one pony now, no longer set apart by the pains of time and the cruelty of circumstance, just one in union and love. She could feel that adoration from the kid… and could feel herself returning it in turn… her cynicism and pain out of the way for just long enough for her to love her daughter with pure intent.
It was perfect.
Delta leaned forward, taking her daughter’s muzzle in a deep kiss. Her experienced tongue made its way into the shaking filly’s muzzle, tongues interlacing and grinding without purpose, just in raw expression of love.
‘I love you, kid.’
Delta felt her eyes going dark, black, like a tunnel sliding up from the outreaches of her vision… a curtain being drawn over this exquisite play.
‘No! I don’t… I don’t want it to end… I don’t want to stop… loving... ‘
But it was too late… Delta felt the sleep overtake her, the last things she felt being her daughter’s tongue, her heartbeat, her fillyhood around her cock… and her love.
The clink of cutlery against the side of flatware made Delta’s ear flick. The motion was annoying enough to rouse Delta from her sleep. Her slumber had been deep, complete, without the usual nightmares or troubled somnic thoughts.
Delta’s eyes shot open, a pit in her stomach suddenly forming as the previous night returned to her in a crashing, terrifying reality.
The things she’d done.
To her daughter.
Delta felt sick to her stomach… but that was probably the booze more than anything.
She grinned to herself, shaking her head to clear it of the initial gut reaction to the previous night’s events. She’d done enough things in her life that she regretted, she’d learned how to roll with it, stuff the dread worries down deep so they wouldn’t emerge until she was scraping the bottom of a barrel… preferably a barrel filled with booze.
She could face this mistake of a morning. She’d faced worse ones.
She turned to one side, slinging her legs over the side of the bed. As she moved she quickly noticed that her ‘new friend’ was still with her. Limply hanging part way out of her sheathe, sticky with musky smelling juice.
‘Good morning to you, too… guess you really do last for 24 hours.’ Ugh, the damn thing felt gross and disgusting down there. She was quickly wishing that she could have her old equipment back.
She trotted toward the hallway, her hangover-affected sense of balance skilled enough to handle the woozy walk after more than a decade of practice. It was mid-morning, and usually her preferred remedy for a bender like the one she’d tied on the previous night would be to unfold one of her rusted, collapsible lawn chairs in her front yard, pour herself a tall flass of lemonade, and let the Celestia’s sun sweat the toxins out of her body.
...after she’d none-too-kindly evicted any guests she may have collected the night before. Most of them had the good sense to depart after a casual morning greeting, with disingenuous, though well-meaning, promises to meet up sometime in the future. The rookies in the casual, drunken-hookup scene could make things more awkward, believing that the whispered nothings exchanged in the throes of passion the night before had actually meant something.
Delta was always quick and brutal with those ponies.
Better to be clear and definitive: Get the hell outta my trailer, and then offa my lawn. A glance toward her rusted shotgun wasn’t usually necessary. Slamming her hoof down on any misguided thinking about relationships and leaving them thinking of her as a bitch was so much easier than the tooth-pulling process of gradually letting them down.
She wouldn’t be able to employ that strategy with her latest conquest, however… she had noidea how she was supposed to deal with the kid. All she knew was that what had happened last night couldn’t happen again.
“Hey.” Delta mumbled, walking into the kitchen to see Apogee sitting at her kitchen table. The kid had actually cleaned up most of the sloppy mess that usually cluttered the sink and counter-space.
“Good morning, Mom!” Apogee chirped, wings fluttering with joy. The darn thing didn’t seem to be suffering even a smidgen of awkwardness, or shame, or confusion at the fact she probably had a pint of her mother’s foal-batter sloshing around inside her. She almost looked well-practiced for this situation…
Delta certainly didn’t feel that way.
Her eyes traced over to the door, the deadbolt on it now unlocked and open. Usually the broken security spell that automatically kept the place locked down fixed itself by this time, only legendary hangovers seemed to leave her inebriated enough to keep the trailer secure this late into the morning after. She still hadn’t figured out if the glitch occurred because her altered consciousness caused the thaumic field to misinterpret her aura as another pony, or if it was some other fundamental flaw with the half-assed system the unicorn had put into place. To keep herself from getting locked in during the day as she walked in and out, beer in hand, she had to prop open the door with a well-used wedge. This often meant that mosquitoes would find their way into her trailer.
The whole thing was a pain.
She really should exchange the magical, witchcraft piece of crap with some more reliable electronic system.
In any case, it was unlocked… which meant she could have a quick, awkward breakfast with the kid, making sure to get her sworn to silence about the night prior… then shuffle her out the door and never speak about it ever again.
She groaned, rubbing her brow with a hoof. It was hardly a plan, but it was all she had.
“Have a seat! I made some cereal!” Apogee chirped, lifting a spoonful of the sugar-laden, compressed-hay boop-a-roop’s that the kid loved so much. Milk dripped down her chin as she munched happily.
Delta blushed and looked away from Apogee’s bright face, the trickle of white liquid reminding her of what she’d done just a few short hours before.
Instead, she focused on the bowl of cereal and the tall glass of orange juice that Apogee had so thoughtfully set out for her, quickly snagging her own spoonful of sugary goodness, lifting it to her maw and crunching in with gust.
“That was so awesome last night, Mom.” Apogee smiled over at her. “And I noticed when I got up to shower this morning that you were still… uh… packing, so...”
‘Shit.’
Delta’s eyes raced over to the filly, already sensing what was coming next. The clever little brat had timed it so that Delta couldn’t immediately cut her off with a response, as her muzzle was filled with crunchy goodness. She quickly tried to chew faster, to clear her mouth.
“...and it is a Saturday. So, I was thinking, now that you’re sober… maybe we could try again to… you know…” Apogee blushed and folded her ears back, finally feeling some sense of bashfulness.
‘Crap crap crap! Stop her, don’t let her even ask!’
Delta tried and failed to swallow the mash of boop-a-roops in her mouth, resisting doing so because of insufficient saliva to support the effort. Thinking quickly, she snagged her glass of orange juice, and gulped it down, washing the mouthful of cereal into her stomach.
“...hang out and chat. You know, just chill?”
‘Oh.’
Delta cleared her mouth, finally able to speak, but no longer worrying about having to shut-down her rambunctious daughter. She stared blankly at the kid, mind still trying to compute what she should do or say next. What did the kid mean by chill? How the hay was Apogee able to keep a straight face? How would Delta be able to shoo her out as quickly as possible?
*KER-CHUNK*
The sound of the deadbolt snapping shut broke the awkward silence.
Delta stared down at her orange juice, half-drunk. Then slowly stared back up at the yellow pegasus filly, who was still hopefully smiling at her, ears folded back.
“...kid… did you… put booze in my OJ?”
Apogee smiled guiltily. “I… uh, might have put in a little vodka… I thought it might help with your hangover?”
Delta shut her eyes in semi-frustration and let out a long sigh. She couldn’t be sure if the kid had done that on purpose, or it was just a happy coincidence. Either way, it pretty much sealed what she’d be doing the rest of the day.
She leaned back in her chair, scratching idly at her sticky stallion-junk under the table before looking up at her daughter with bemused frustration.
“Guess we’re hanging out, then.”
Apogee’s squee could have been heard within a two-mile radius of the junkyard.
