Aged to Perfection
It was 8:00 on a Friday night.
This meant a lot of things to Ruby Pinch. It meant school was done for the week. It meant her bedtime was just a couple hours away. But most importantly...it meant that it was time for her special wine. She was no stranger to wine in general; after all, she was allowed to have a little bit of whatever kind she wanted on weekends. But this special wine, the kind she only got on a Friday night...there was nothing quite like it.
It was oddly transparent, dark pink, and seemed to sparkle brilliantly as the dimmed lighting from the dining room chandelier danced across its surface. Little ripples bloomed from its center as her hoof held the fancy glass aloft before her face, and she let its scent and sight alike fascinate her senses. It smelled like raspberries and grapes, with a hint of lilac and...something else. Something that made her shiver and some hairs on the back of her neck stand up when it hit her.
“Go on, sweetie.”
Ruby blinked, her vision blurring as it refocused on a new target. Through the glass of sparkling wine, she saw a familiar purple face, framed by half-lidded dark-red eyes and a strawberry-red mane. Most ponies called her Berry Punch because, well, that was her name. But Ruby just called her Mom, or Mommy, as the mood struck her. Because that was also what she was. And one of the best ones at that, too.
“Okay, Mommy.”
With no further hesitation, Ruby raised her hoof and touched the glass to her lips, tilting it back as she closed her eyes. The sparkling wine now fizzed inside her mouth as she felt it surround her tongue. The coolness of the glass merged with all the familiar flavors trapped in the liquid: strawberry, grape, raspberry, and even a hint of lemon. There was also something else in there that Ruby never could figure out; something light which stuck to her tongue even after she swallowed. But Mommy never seemed to want to tell her what that was, instead calling it the ‘secret ingredient.’ She supposed she could live with that...but only because of what happened after she drank the wine.
“Good job, sweetie!” Ruby set the glass down and opened her eyes again, licking her lips as that weird, but not unpleasant ingredient clung to her tongue. Mom was smiling at her from across the table, her grin hovering just above the now-empty glass. “Now, don’t be afraid. You know what to do next.”
Ruby did know. She smiled back as she felt her face flush suddenly. No doubt part of it was from the praise at doing a good job with draining her glass in one sip...but part of it was also the wine. Mom always said she’d been a ‘super lightweight’ when it came to drinks...but especially her special wine, with its special ingredient. Ruby swore she could feel it spreading around her body as she stood up on her chair; bringing warmth but also wobbliness whenever too much of it came to the end of a limb. She just barely managed to clamber onto the tabletop, steadying her legs under her as the world briefly spun before settling down again.
She giggled a little as she felt a tickle on the tip of her tongue. This had scared her the first time, but now it was familiar. It meant the special ingredient was going to start doing its thing soon, so she had to act fast. Carefully, she leaned down, pressing her chest and forehooves onto the smooth wood as she spread her hind legs out for stability. She shifted her rump until the base of her tail was positioned over the center of her glass, or at least as much as she could tell.
“Is this good, Mommy?” Ruby asked, wiggling her hips this time and bouncing her tail from side to side. She didn’t know why, other than the fact that it just felt kind of fun at the moment.
“Perfect, Honey.” Berry Punch pushed back from the table, her chair complaining slightly all the while. She slid off onto all fours, not even pausing to push her chair back in before she started trotting away across the smooth wood floor. “You know what to do next. Mommy’s gotta go get...a surprise, okay? I’ll be right back.”
“Surprise?”
But Ruby’s voice echoed back to her without a response. Mom was already gone, having vanished into another room down the hall. She didn’t have much time to focus on this fact, though, because the tickling on her tongue was already moving. She felt herself grow hotter as it filled her head, traveled down her back, through her center...and between her legs.
“Mmmh..aaaaah!”
Ruby Pinch gasped as her hips twitched downwards of their own volition, and the tickling warmth reached her special place. Almost immediately, she felt a sort of moisture forming between her legs, like somepony had decided to drool while standing just above her exposed, spread-open rear. But as a gentle plink from behind her confirmed, there was nothing like that happening...she was making her special filly juice.
“Mmmmaah! Mmmhhhn...yeeessss…”
Much like a grape would release its liquid when pressed hard enough, Ruby could feel her insides squeezing together as more wet stuff came out. Her vision swam briefly as a full-body wave of warmth and shivering crashed over her. She could feel two little separate streams of filly juice beginning to run down the inside of her hind legs, slowly descending and leaving tiny, hot tingles in their wake.
She bit her lip as she tried her very hardest not to fling one of her hooves back there and press it hard against her crotch. Ruby knew it would feel good, great even—that was probably why Mom let her do it when she was done filling the glass. But she wasn’t done, and smearing her hoof against her leaking, burning, exposed private parts would only make things take longer to get finished. That would mean more time on the table with her legs spread, her breath quickening, and her hips anxiously thrusting at the air, waiting for her hoof or something else to get between them. She didn’t want that.
Or did she? It was awfully hard to tell. The shivers running from hoof to head said otherwise. Her breath came in short gasps now, almost in time with the gentle dripping sounds coming from the glass behind her. The plinks were now plops, which meant the glass was finally full enough to have formed a puddle. Her hips seemed to have a mind of their own, thrusting down, out, and even side to side as the irresistible need to grind her crotch against something grew even stronger. Ruby squeezed her eyes shut and did her best to ignore the need. Instead, she focused on the heat blanketing her body, the cool air on her flanks, her rapidly beating heart, and the odd little moaning noises she always made when making filly juice. She never really knew why she felt like she had to make noise, but it was just so good that she couldn’t help it. Mommy never seemed to mind either, so she figured she shouldn’t worry. Heck, maybe if she moaned louder, it’d feel even better.
“Ah...ahhhh! Ahhhh, mmmh...ahh! Ahhhhmmmhhh!~”
Ruby Pinch did feel even better...but she figured it was just the fact that the special tingly ingredient was getting more effective with every second. The heat inside her body had started as the warm sort of heat, like a fireplace from a few feet away, but by now it was a bonfire, and she was standing directly in it. The hottest point by far was her now-soaked privates, which felt like there was a spout of shiver-inducing, moan-causing fire coming out the end. It was just so unbearable...usually it wasn’t this hard to let herself drip and enjoy the good feelings running throughout her body. What was different this time?
“Shhh...Mommy’s back.”
Ruby didn’t remember closing her eyes, but she managed to wrench them open again as she felt Mom gently patting her head. She couldn’t help but wiggle and lean up into it as somehow, it felt really good. Berry Punch just smiled in response, before she looked back at where the glass was. “Ahh...you’re halfway there, sweetie. Just hang in there.”
“But t-the...ahh, sssurprise?” Ruby managed to stutter, whimpering as she felt her privates do that thing where the little button there began pulsing in and out with a steady rhythm. That was a sign that she was only a couple minutes away before she wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to squeeze her hoof between her thighs and press down until she could press no more. She needed any distraction she could get from the now numerous trails of juice coating her thighs, running down her legs, soaking the table below, and steadily plonking into the glass...and the earlier-mentioned ‘surprise’ was one such distraction.
Mom chuckled as she kept playing with Ruby’s hair, which only made her moan and want to hump the air even more. “Well…I fibbed a little. There are two surprises. The first one is that I made your wine extra special today...I put more of that special ingredient in than usual.”
“Mmmmhaaaaaah…?” So that’s why she felt like this! She was almost bursting with heat, pleasurable shivers, and tingly, instinctive movements that saw her rump ascending to the heavens as her spine arched and her tail folded firmly up against her back. Most of that was normal, of course...but it was never this wiggly, this hot, this breathtaking, this...overwhelming. She was surprised she could even still breathe between alternating bouts of moaning and bracing hard against the table, trying simultaneously to escape and indulge the blazing fire within her body.
“And the second…” There was what felt like the longest pause in Ruby’s life before Berry shook her head, a small smile forming all the while. “Okay, you know what, let’s not count them. There’s a lot of surprises. Would you like your next one now? I think you’ll really like it~”
“Y-yes pleassseee, ahh!” The only thing keeping Ruby from sweet, sweet satisfaction was that pair of motherly red eyes hovering before her own. She could be good for Mommy. She always was. And despite the shivering, the shuddering, the tingling running up and down her back like so many feathers, the full-body blush, they were right there. Just inches away, understanding, patient—
“Mmmmphh?!”
As those eyes slowly disappeared behind soft purple lids, Ruby Pinch found her own eyes shooting wide open. She felt Berry pressing their lips together, firmly but not overbearingly. The scent of grapes filled her nose as their muzzles met. They…they were kissing. Mom’s tongue was even gently moving around in her mouth. It was so big and strong, so warm, so...right. Any other time, she might have had questions, like why were they kissing? Why was she using her tongue, unlike any other kiss she’d had? Why did she like it?
But she had none of those questions. All she could do was feel herself melt and push back, enjoying the softness of Berry’s lips. Their tongues wrestled, and they exchanged quiet, shared breaths and saliva for what felt like forever. The fire deep within Ruby only grew, but focusing on the loving contact they were making allowed it to fade far enough into the background that resisting temptation was no longer an outright effort for her, but instead just a quiet, annoying itch.
Everything ended too soon. After one particularly pleasant moment—in which Ruby felt Mom gently stroke the back of her neck with one hoof, and the tip of one of her ears with another—the kiss was broken. She whined as the strand of liquid that linked their muzzles was severed, and the heat flowing from her privates became all too obvious again. The steady plopping of her filly juice into the glass rang loudly in her ears, along with her shrill gasps and desperate half-articulate pleas. Ruby couldn’t take it much longer...if this kept up, she’d probably just burn to ashes!
“Awww, chin up, honey,” Berry Punch cooed. “It looks like you’re—“ She paused as she craned her neck to check on the glass. “—oh. You’re done!”
‘Finally!’ is what Ruby would have said if her mouth was still listening to her. Instead, it came out more like “Fffinaaaahhhhmmm…” Words didn’t seem to work anymore. All that did seem to work was her sense of touch...and even that was being overloaded. It felt like there was a river running down her legs. She just wanted so badly to rub her hoof against the throbbing little button in her privates. She was shaking from the effort of not doing so. But she was done. Finally! All she had to do was ask if she could do what she’d held back for so long. Mom was already heading back towards the glass, so she’d probably finally be allowed to move soon. Then she could really ride the special ingredient out until she exploded in that good, familiar way.
“M-moooooooom, caaaaahn I-I—mmm??”
For the second time that day, something unexpected touched Ruby’s lips. But instead of more lips, it was the rim of a wine glass. There was no wine in it, though; as the glass tilted forward, she had only a second to realize what it was before it slid into her waiting mouth: it was her filly juice. She’d never really thought about what it tasted like, but the flavor still surprised her. It was like...salty water. But not even like that, because actual saltwater was gross. This...tasted like some weird fruit, too. And as she reflexively swallowed it between moans, she only wanted more. It made her throat tingle as it went down, and only made her stick her muzzle further into the glass to lick up the last bits of it. She could almost feel it traveling down to her stomach, and its taste lingered on every last surface of her mouth. It was...really good. Holy Celestia, was this why Mommy always wanted to drink it? Come to think of it...why wasn’t she drinking it? Wasn’t that what she normally did?
“I know I usually drink your special juice,” Berry said, almost as if she’d read Ruby’s mind. “But don’t worry.” Thunk went the glass, now empty, being placed back on the table out of reach. “Tonight’s special. I have one last surprise. Could you stand up for a second, sweetie?”
Ruby complied as best as she could, using her quivering forelegs to slowly rise back into a standing position. She briefly felt tall, standing on the table as she was, before the swirling waves of pleasure and ever-widening trails of juice running down her flanks reminded her of just how small she really was. This was only underscored as Mom disappeared behind her, and she felt a hoof begin stroking her hip. Ruby gasped, feeling her hind leg twitch as one stroke was followed by another; slow, light...and ever-so-slowly approaching her special place. Anxiously, she stepped back, hoping to press against something more solid and finally relieve the mountain of pressure built up within her core...but the hoof disappeared, as did the back-arching pulses of ecstasy. Well, some of them, at any rate, but she still missed the extra ones.
“Mmm, you’re an eager one tonight…” Berry chuckled a rich, motherly chuckle. Normally it was the sort of the thing that would have made Ruby feel safer and happier...but now, somehow, it only made her feel more exposed and needy. She just wanted to get things over with!
“...but I suppose I can’t blame you. Okay, sweetie. Just relax; I’m going to get you in position.”
“...fffooorr w-what?” Ruby managed to stammer as a strong pair of hooves grabbed her by the midsection. The young unicorn quickly found herself staring up at the ceiling, her hind hooves splayed out, and her back pressed against the table. She craned her neck to see what was going on.
Berry Punch was standing up on her hind legs now, but something was different. Four straps hugged her hips, all leading to a long, thick, purple...thing that protruded outwards. It was easily over a foot long, maybe a foot and a half. It almost looked like some sort of toy. But as she watched, Mom stepped closer, bringing it right in line with her leaking, burning, wide-open lower lips. Just the tiniest touch had her gasping all over again, wiggling and trying to push against the round thing…but it was already gone, because Berry had stepped back.
“Now, now,” she teased, waving the object of Ruby’s desire back and forth. “I’ll let you have fun with the toy once you ask nicely. What’s the magic word, sweetie?”
“Aahh! P-pllleeeeaaaase!”
“That’s a good little filly.” Mom smiled, before bringing the tip within reach of Ruby’s thrusting again. “Hold on to something, dear. I’m going to put this inside you.”
Inside? Was...that even possible? Ruby hadn’t thought it was before. But as Berry Punch leaned forwards, plonking her forehooves onto the table on both sides of Ruby’s head, she quickly found out that it was possible. First the tip pressed against her lower lips, which only made the tingling worse. But then it kept pushing, and pushing, the pressure increasing both externally and internally, until:
“AHHHHH!~ Ahhhmmn, hmmmn! Maahhhmmmnnn…~”
She wasn’t even sure what she’d meant to say. But she didn’t care anymore. She felt herself open up, and the purple cylinder slid in effortlessly. Her hooves gripped the edges of the table tightly as her entire body shook from the waves of satisfaction crashing over it. She felt muscles she’d never felt before gripping at the round shape, with every wave of involuntary contractions sending another electric shock all the way up her spine to her head, where it came out as a simultaneous gasping and moaning. And it kept moving deeper, and deeper, and deeper! This felt way better than humping her hoof or a pillow, or whatever else she usually did. It did more than scratch that unbearable itch on the outside, but it seemed to get something on the inside too. It made her feel full. Not like she’d just eaten dinner, but more like she’d put the last piece of a puzzle inside of her. It was just right in every single way she could think of. As much as she squirmed to get away, she also wanted more.
“Having fun, sweetie?”
All Ruby could do was nod vigorously as the base of the intruder finally vanished within her body. She let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding as her wiggling caused it to move out just a little bit, setting every single nerve she had in her special place ablaze again. The breath started as a sigh, but by the end, it was a loud cry of pleasure. She could feel tingles across her entire body now, and no position she took was ever comfortable enough. Any movement only intensified the waves of heat, the trembling, the tingling, and sent her already quickly-beating heart into overdrive. It all fed back into itself, leading to more movement, more staggered breathing, and more satisfaction. She was helpless in its wake, only able to brace and hope she could climb to the peak before she fell apart completely.
“Well...get ready for a lot more fun!” Berry Punch grinned, leaning closer and driving the inch or so that had slid out of Ruby’s hole straight back in.
Ruby squeezed her eyes shut and whined as the action caused more tingly ripples to caress her form. She was already so close to...whatever it was called when she rubbed herself and felt extra good. Yet somehow, this was also something else entirely. It was better. She didn’t see how it could possibly get any more fun.
That is, until Berry started thrusting.
“Ah! M-Mom! Mmmh! Ahh! Ahhh! Pleahhh! Ffaah! Mmnh!~”
Much like almost everything else in life, Mom got straight to the point. She immediately established a rhythm with her hips, sliding in and out at a jogging pace. The sound of wet plaps filled the room as the purple object slammed against Ruby’s crotch over and over, each time drawing out another little noise, and another bolt of electricity. More than just feeling herself open up or squeeze down, Ruby Pinch could feel her insides doing both at once, stoking the fire deep in her tummy. She was thrusting back now, too, gripping onto the edge of the table for leverage. Her whole body pushed back every time Mom thrusted in, and fell forward when she pulled out.
“Moo-ooom, I-I...I’m gonna…” Ruby managed to stutter, her voice jumping as the meaty impacts of Berry’s pelvis against hers rang true. She could feel a familiar sensation building; a kind of big wave that always came to wash the heat and shivers away that the special wine had brought. But this time it was bigger. Driven by the extra special ingredient, the now-freely-flowing rivers of filly juice, and the gentle strokes that Mom made through her mane as she did her best to hold on, Ruby did her best to signal that she was almost there. “I’m gonnaaaah...I w-wannaaah—“
“So soon, sweetie?” Berry’s rich chuckle rang out once again, but this time, it had the usual effect of making Ruby feel warmer. Much warmer. Or maybe that was due to the powerful, instinctive squeezing her insides were doing faster and faster as she got closer. Either way, it felt like she was immersed in a kind of pleasurable magma as Mom reached down to gently nibble on her ear for a second. The full-body shudders the action brought forth were very welcome. “Well, I suppose I did put some extra aphrodisiac in. Alright, sweetie, hang on...Mommy’s going to fuck you harder now.”
The profanity didn’t even register in Ruby’s mind. All that did register was the louder sounds, the faster plaping, and the overwhelming sense of helpless ecstasy. She couldn’t even clench fast enough to keep up with the purple thing. Slap, slap, slap, “Ah! Ahhh! AHH!~”, shiver, thrust back, gasp for air, repeat. The wave was a tsunami now, about to crash down and sweep her away. She could barely feel most of her body anymore. All she could feel were her tight inner parts being parted and squeezing shut at incredible speeds, lighting up in delight the entire time. Her little button was pushing out so often now it might as well have just stayed out. Her muzzle scrunched, and the scent of grapes and kind-of-saltwater filled her nose. There was no doubt enough juice coming out of her to fill up another glass...or maybe even two. It also felt like she was going to sneeze, but with her whole body. She was almost there! Just a few more body-shaking thrusts and she’d be there…!
PLAP
It took awhile for Ruby to tip over the precipice. She seemed to teeter there for what felt like minutes. But after a few more thrusts, the entire world melted into hot, liquid joy, and her along with it. What had been moans and gasps turned into long, high cries of satisfaction. Her forelegs trembled as they pressed into the table, both for stability and the leverage to meet Mom’s powerful thrusts with her own. Her eyes fluttered shut as alternating ripples of relaxation and tension flew across her body, making seemingly everything follow Berry’s rhythm. She could feel extra filly juice squirting out as she kept getting pounded, and her special place gripped the purple cylinder the hardest it had yet. She was no stranger to this peak and the descent down it, but never had it been so...strong. Every time her hips carried her into the very last inch of the thing inside her, her entire body shuddered, from her hind legs to the tips of her ears.
And even better, unlike any other time, Berry was right there, patting her head and murmuring to just let it go, relax, enjoy it. Ruby didn’t need the encouragement at all, but she’d be lying if she’d told herself that it didn’t feel good. Sure, everything felt good at the moment, but being called a good filly as her body shook, shivered, and trembled under the sheer weight of the still-reverberating pleasure waves only made those waves stronger. She didn’t ever want it to stop.
The next minute or two seemed abnormally fast compared to the last two. Ruby was vaguely aware of Mom’s thrusting diminishing in both force and pace, until finally, with one long, last, deliberate motion, she slid the purple toy out. Ruby’s inner muscles finally relaxed, clamping shut and staying there, as they had for every moment of her life before now. The action caused one last body-wracking shiver as a wayward surge of pleasure flowed out to her extremities, but then it was finally all over. She felt a warm afterglow surround her as she lay there panting, sweaty, and wet in just about every place that it was possible to be wet...her special place included.
“You did a good job, honey!” Ruby blinked as Mom bent down to gently kiss her on the muzzle. She giggled as it tickled her fur a little, before sighing happily. All the tension was gone now. She didn’t feel like she had to grind her hoof down there at all, like what sometimes happened when just once wasn’t enough. “I wasn’t sure if you were old enough to handle the strap-on, but you took it in stride. I’m proud of you.”
Ruby’s eyes focused at last to see Berry Punch staring down at her, red eyes and purple face curled up in a wide, proud motherly smile. She looked a little tired too...but no doubt not as tired as Ruby was. She just had one question to ask about everything as she lay there panting, quietly moaning, and somehow still feeling full even though she was no longer being filled.
“S-strap-on?” Ruby asked, struggling to sit up. She found herself stopped by a gentle hoof pushing her back down.
“Shh, just lie down and rest for now.” Ruby obeyed much like a good filly should. After a few seconds, Mom decided to explain the unfamiliar word to her. “It’s the purple toy I put inside you. It’s called that because of the straps I use to wear it.”
“Oh.”
More time passed. Even though the special ingredient to her special wine wasn’t doing anything anymore...Ruby couldn’t get the sensations she’d just experienced out of her head. Even as she found her eyes closing by themselves while her breathing slowed, and her limbs filling with something heavy all of a sudden, she still had to ask one more question.
“Hey Mom...?” she managed to ask over a rather large yawn. “Can we do this again tomorrow?”
“We’ll see, sweetie.”
Darn. She’d hoped for a yes.
But that was the last thing she could really hope for. Before she even knew it, her eyes closed fully, her breathing slowed, and she slipped into dreamland. The mix of wine, afterglow, exhaustion, and just the fact that it was past dark on a weekday had sapped all the strength and willpower she’d had to stay up.
Berry Punch smiled as she picked up her daughter and slowly set her on her back, before sneaking carefully off to her bedroom. Before long, the little filly was tucked into bed, surrounded by warm sheets, soft pillows, and her favorite stuffed animals. The only sign of anything that had just happened was her now-frizzy mane and slightly damp fur, as well as the scent of grapes that came with her special filly juice. Ruby would inevitably need a bath tomorrow morning, and a change of sheets as well. But those were easily done once she’d had her much-needed rest.
“Sleep tight,” Berry Punch whispered as she kissed the little filly on the tip of her muzzle. “Have sweet dreams.”
Ruby would have sweet dreams...but instead of dreams about cuddling and fluffy clouds, Ruby would dream of strap-ons and filly juice.