Licking the Sweet Center of a MILF-y Pop
“Seriously, Spoiled, can I at least have my suit back before we start - whoa!”
Thunderlane was soon a ball of flailing limbs as he tumbled into the foyer of the Rich family mansion. Following only steps behind him, Spoiled Rich sighed wearily. And yet, this blunderer found his way into Miss Cheerilee’s muff? she thought, propping up her sunglasses on her forehead. If only I knew which of them it diminished more.
Her eyes turned to the suit she’d dangled in front of the Wonderbolt like a red cloth before a bull. Despite herself, Spoiled’s eyes were drawn to the lightning bolts wrapping around its wrist-cuffs. They sparkled almost as much as the chandelier in the foyer. As she closed the door behind her, she couldn’t help but notice just how soft the suit felt as it left her hand.
“Tell Spitfire she picks her team’s tailor well.” she said. If only the Wonderbolt who filled it out was as composed. The thought stayed in her head as she threw the suit to Thunderlane. He soon slipped it over his sinful and sweat-slickened curves. “But I was serious about what I said before. The buck for bucking teachers stops with me.”
“You know Spoiled, Cheerilee getting some before you do might be for a reason!” Thunderlane said, turning his naked body around to face her. “You don’t have to be this snotty!”
“Somepony has to be,” she curtly replied. Her eyes zigzagged between the half-dozen doors in the foyer, smiling as she settled on the door to the left of the grand stairwell.
“Okay, rephrasing. Why are you this snotty?”
Her hand trailed over Thunderlane's hip while his head was still cocooned in the flight suit. Relishing in the yelp - and his tightening pecs - Spoiled answered, “Because I can be.”
“Really, Rich? Starting to see why you’ve got the rep you do in this town.”
“You’re within in-home limits now, so what I say next never leaves it.” Spoiled turned to face Thunderlane. For once, Thunderlane was caught up on how tightly her arms were folded rather than how they propped out the two massive milk jugs above them. “The emphasis in my last sentence should have been more pronounced. What I do is because I, and a few others like me, can.”
Thunderlane’s eyebrows rose up. “What do you mean?”
“This town barely suffers colds for a week before overcoming it, let alone entire parasprite swarms. It’s currently the home of Canterlot’s finest student and Cloudsdale’s most decorated prodigy. And Ponyville has so much pull that even its schoolfillies can call down the Wonderbolts for a dry run during Take Your Sibling to School Day.” Her rundown finished, Spoiled’s perfectly manicured finger pointed at Thunderlane. “Or should I say a dry rut?”
Thunderlane was suddenly grateful his onyx fur was dark enough to hide his blush. “I guess.”
“Good, you’re listening.” Spoiled ears were perked up from the light taps of Thunderlane’s feet as he moved up the stairs to join her. “The point is, finding out the flaws in such an… exciting city doesn’t naturally endear you to them. I know of two blue ponies with white suffering under that role before me.”
“What, Trixie? Because I think she went a bit further than…” Then the thought of the second pony made Thunderlane stumble on the steps. “Wait, Screwy?!”
“Yes. Back when her cutie mark represented her life instead of her mind.” Spoiled, without even looking, reached behind her back. Clasping onto one of the obsidian pegasus’ hands, she hauled him to his feet with surprising strength. “Orphaned, ostracized, opinionated. And that was before she exposed Doc Top as an imbecile.”
“So, what happened to her that made her so… crazy?”
“Couldn't stop cracking at everypony after Top missed a crucial diagnosis. Thought they were conspiring to keep him in his post. Really though? It was just simple love for the listless.” Spoiled finally stopped at the door, turning to acknowledge Thunderlane at last. “Because Ponyville’s used to everything being dandy. They’re not used to discipline - like the type I bring to the educational system.” Slowly, her eyes savored the planes of muscle Thunderlane offered, bulging from his sinfully tight indigo suit.
Only for a second, though.
“And apparently, they’re not alone.” Spoiled said, her eyes suddenly snapping to meet his.
“Look, Spoiled, I said I was sorry.”
“And I said that doesn’t change you defying the School Board’s rules. Imagine if my daughter had seen you and Cheerilee screwing like jackalopes.“ Twisting the doorknob in his hands, Spoiled continued speaking as she turned back to the room. “It’s already hard enough raising a child without worrying about what decorum their-Celestia’s mane, Tia, what are you doing?!”
And for the second time that day, Thunderlane’s eyes widened at seeing Diamond Tiara. Only this time, it was in the humid study. This time, the nineteen-year-old wasn’t with Silver Spoon, but kneeling over Apple Bloom on a table. A nude, sweating, and shamelessly moaning Apple Bloom.
“Mom?!” Diamond yelped in shock, her lips ripping from Bloom’s folds in a spray of saliva and maresap. “Thunderlan-oh. Oh my, Thunderlane...” And suddenly, her eyes were lidded from seeing the shocked Wonderbotl’s slim figure.
“I asked you a question young lady - what are you doing with Bloom in our study?”
Thunderlane tugged on Spoiled's belt as Tiara stammered out something about an Applejack visit, and Zap Jam deals, and the oppressive heat of the school day. “Sure we should be talking about what other ponies get up to in their spare time? Consider what we’re-”
Spoiled’s raised finger stopped both Thunderlane and Diamond’s talking at once. “I meant why are you doing this now, Tia.” It wasn’t a question. ”It’s Friday, Tiara. The adults are entertaining guests today, not you.”
Grunting in exasperation, Diamond slid her rump off the table. “Goodness, Mom! Are we seriously gonna pretend Dad and A.J. aren’t plowing each other in the jacuzzi downstairs?”
“Absolutely not. But you’ll have to pretend it’s Bloom pushing that dildo in you because she’s staying in the time-out room until they’re done.” Spoiled pointed to the room across from the study. “In. Now. Or Mac finds out why you’ve all been visiting us so frequently.”
Despite Apple Bloom’s furious blush, the redheaded teen stomped out of the room. “Oh, ‘c'mon! You’re not mah mom!” she shouted behind her.
“Lucky for you.” Spoiled disinterestedly replied. Turning back to Diamond - now folding her arms and staring at the mirror away from her. Spoiled sighed. “I’m doing this to make sure you can always handle Equestri, especially in the times it won’t return the favor.”
Tiara didn’t move.
“Not everypony is as merciful as a Twilight Sparkle. You know this, right?”
A disbelieving snort by Tiara steamed the mirror.
“I… I love you, Tia. I don’t want you to forget what makes you Rich.”
Another snort.
“And your spontaneity… it may have its benefits. Just… let me know next time, okay?”
Is THE Spoiled Rich pleading? Thunderlane thought watching her suck in her bottom lip. I don’t think I’ve heard that from her in my life!
And yet, a carnal part of him wanted to hear her beg again. Suddenly, he had to scooch further behind the Rich family matron to keep her daughter from having her eye poked out. Even with his cup and two palms covering it, his bulging erection strained at the fabric dangerously.
“Yeah.” Diamond’s arms shook, then dropped to her sides. “It’s fine Mom. I just… want to be alone for a minute.”
Thudnerlane couldn’t pretend he didn’t see the tremble in Spoiled’s shoulders as she slowly closed the door. It’d been the same thing his brother did after he came home from late practice from the Wonderbolts Academy; self-pity shrouded as timidity. The storm inside Thunderlane’s mind kept roiling as he and Spoiled walked off from the study.
“Didn’t really take you as that cavalier on... sex,” he offered. “Really nice.”
“You’re not getting out of our little session, if that’s your game.” Finally, the naughty grin so typical of the Rich family was spreading across her maw. “You’re here so I can punish you.”
“W-wasn’t dreaming of it.” A guiltier part of his mind shoved away the thoughts of Cheerilee.
“Good to hear. Besides, I’m really looking forward to what about you made Cherrilee such a dirty little rebel,“ Spoiled purred. Her thumbs tucking into the line of her tight leather pants and tugging them down a couple of inches.
Thunderlane drooled at the sight of her purple g-string. Peeking out over the swells of her ass and flanks, the diamonds set into its straps were like magnets to his eyes. If he didn’t know before, he did now; everything about Spoiled Rich screamed custom-made.
It was probably this that spurred on his next words, foolish as they were. “But, I mean… what with everypony here thinking you married Filthy for the money, that-”
“Damn right I did, after what he did for m-” Spoiled’s breath halted, realizing she’d done something she usually relished; revealing too much. Thunderlane, mistaking her hesitation to be about their romp instead of her past, placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
Spoiled’s eyes flashed dangerously as she rounded on him. Her hands pulled right out of her pants and into Thunderlane's chest, knotting in his suit. Dragging him to her face, Spoiled somehow loomed over the Wonderbolt hunk a half-foot taller than her.
“Nevermind. Playtime begins now,” she panted into his face, her hot breath prickling Thunderlane’s coat and brain alike.
With a heavy push, Thunderlane tumbled through the doors and back-first onto the plush pink bed. His calves banged against the sideboards as he grunted. Both Thunderlane’s wings and ears flared as he tried to scramble back to his feet. However, his eyes were soon locked on two sights just as he got back up on his elbows.
The first was that his flight suit’s zip was pulled almost to crotchrocket-level. Already, his mask felt loose around his chin and neck His Adam’s apple thanked him for it as he thickly swallowed.
The second, prowling toward him like a lioness in a den, was Spoiled Rich herself. “Now, I’m going to shut you up myself, Thunderlane.”
“Wait, I thought you were about to reconsider this! You said today was Filthy’s time to fuck!” But this time, even Thunderlane’s heart wasn’t in this protest. Mainly due to all the blood rushing to a different, stiffer organ of his. Spoiled’s leer only grew upon seeing all thirteen inches of him poke out of the edge of his suit.
“Dia didn’t care, why should I?” purred Spoiled, Within seconds, both her tights and g-string were slipped off her legs. Swinging one leg over Thunderlane’s abdomen to rest on the edge of the bed. “Forget it being Filthy’s cheat day; I’m feeling spontaneous.”
Thunderlane soon found how just how Spoiled differed from Cheerilee as his vision was soon filled with her plush pink rump. Dominating and omnipresent, Spoiled was everywhere on him from the jump, parking her bare crotch right over the Wonderbolt’s face. Thunderlane’s nostrils flared, filled with the sweet scent of her dripping pussy.
Spoiled had quite the appetizer dangling in front of her snout, too. As she carefully slid the tab of Thunderlane’s zipper the rest of the way down, she was soon drooling at the sight of his cock. Somehow, it was bigger than what Soarin was packing a week ago; almost as thick as Filthy’s too, if the tightness of the cockflesh she was gripping was any clue. Instinctually, her hips tumbled over Thunderlane’s face at the sight. With a heady growl, both ponies went to work.
Well, Spoiled went to work: Thunderlane almost catapulted his muzzle into her clit in shock over feeling her sloppy kisses dot his dick. Spoiled moaned lewdly onto his pre-bubbling tip at the feel of Thunderlane’s moans against her snatch. Her tail soon flicked at his mohawk in glee, messing up the pegasus’ mane as his libido took over.
The second she felt his hands clutch onto her flanks, his tongue messily slurp at her folds, Spoiled continued worshipping his ramrod. Wet and wriggling, her tongue bathed his mountainous member. Soon, she found herself face-to-face with his full balls, her kissing down the shaft at an end. Salivating over her newest target, Spoiled’s lips closed around one throbbing globe. Slurping it into her drooling maw, Spoiled swirled her tongue around the cumsack. The lingering pre on her tongue gave his testes a salty taste that made her lap at it more.
“Umph, Rich…” growled Thunderlane, and his head lolled to the side as his chest heaved. Spoiled wasn’t having it, though; her knees drew up against the sides of his head, and soon Thunderlane was forced back into tongue-washing her twat. The taste spurred him on regardless; as pungent as it was addicting.
“N--ah!-no talking with your mouth full, ‘Lane. You’re still being disciplined.” Spoiled shuddered under (well, over) his tongue-lashing. Her hands then fisted in her own baby blue top instead of the obsidian pillar in front of them. Tugging the shirt down so her bare breasts sprang free, she pulled back from his balls, causing him to throatily pant into her snatch.
Fighting back the moan bubbling at her maw, she brought out a yelp from Thunderlane when she squashed her breasts around his cock. “F-feel that, ‘Lane? That’s what a real mate fe-oh, fuck-feels like.“ she hissed, bouncing her breasts up and down on his meatrod as her breath warmed it over. Judging by Thunderlane’s labored pants and furious tonguing of her clit, it was working for Spoiled.
“Ooooh,” she groaned lustily. Her own lipstick was long-past ruined, but she found herself kissing at the tip of his pre-spurting stallionhood anyway. Torturing the Wonderbolt’s shaft made Spoiled gush even further, her hips grinding into the onyx mouth below her. Thankfully, Thunderlane was there to thirstily lap up each drop of honey. But being between Spoiled’s thighs and a bed was no place for the aerial ace, and so the gears in his short-circuiting mind started whirring. Oh Thunderlane had learned plenty from his time with Cheerilee earlier today. Now it was his turn to school Spoiled.
As Spoiled’s titjob started making his fuckstick tip’s flare, Thunderlane sprang to action. Wrapping his arms around her doughy rump, his grip on her diamond-ring stamped flanks tightened, making her tail flag up in delight. Thunderlane smiled against her slit in response, then quickly sat up. Spoiled’s hands instinctively clenched onto Thunderlane’s trim thighs, and her cushiony warmth around his cock broke away.
For Spoiled, her teeth were clenched so hard Thunderlane feared she’d break her jaw. “What do you think you’re doi-”
Thunderlane pulled back from her twitching folds. Several strings of sparkling juice still bobbing between his muzzle and Spoiled’s lower lips as he spoke. “I promise I won’t let you fall, Miss Rich, but on the count of three I’ll need you to take a breath. One. Two-”
“For what, ‘Lane? Maybe you’ve forgotten you’re here to be disciplined, and I-uuuumph…”
With a speed befitting his career, Thunderlane's cock went from loose and throbbing before Spoiled's face to plunging right through open, red-smudged lips. Caught off guard, the mare could only mewl while Thunderlane shuddered in pleasure from the feeling.
Her eyes flashed dangerously, but soon, she closed one hand around the base of her cock as she bobbed her head up and down. Apparently, the musk was a great aphrodisiac and stimulant. Thunderlane could feel Spoiled curl around him, the heat through her very pores intensify, her neediness shaking rippling across his cock and stomach.
Soon, Spoiled had no choice but to hold on tight. Thunderlane soon stood up, Spoiled’s cock-stuffed face now trapped between his legs in a vertical 69 position. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good, I c-oh!- can’t resist,” Thunderlane gurgled as he drove back into Spoiled’s quim.
Spoiled maw stretched around the girth of her partner’s ramrod. Her legs closed even tighter around Thunderlane's but besides his fluttering wings, he showed no discomfort this time. Faster and faster, both ponies swallowed down every drop of discharge the other offered up to them. Thunderlane’s hips pumped back-and-forth, helping Spoiled impale her throat on thirteen inches of rock-hard stallionhood. He knew he had to be quick about getting off today, despite how her clit trembled around his thrusting tongue. It’d be a nightmare explaining to Diamond how her mother had passed out from the blood rushing to her head.
Plus, Spoiled’s lips on his cock felt like a gift from Cadance.
One final hip-thrust later and Thunderlane’s fat balls clenched against his groin, spewing their load into Spoiled’s throat. Thankfully, the Rich family matron was held up enough that the force of his cumspurts could still launch into her stomach. The way her belly bulged slightly against his tight abs proved it.
Seconds later, Spoiled screamed around his geysering shaft, the vibration making Thunderlane shudder violently. Her loins spasmed in climax, and her partner soon found himself sloppily swallowing her juices. Despite it feeling like a firehose aimed at a shot glass, Thunderlane grinned at the feel of Spoiled grinding on him, just as lost to the lust as he was.
For now, however, he had to make sure Spoiled was right-side up. Tucking his hands under Spoiled’s armpits he slowly uprooted Spoiled from his still-stiffened shaft. Soon, her head and torso were right at Thunderlane’s chest level, the mare propping herself up with her hands on his toned stomach.
With small flaps of his wings, he started moving to the dresser before them. Thankfully, Spoiled got the hint, her hands resting on the countertop of the dresser the second her chin was resting on it. Her legs then carefully untangled themselves from around Thunderlane’s head, the Wonderbolt soon bringing her shaky limbs to the carpeted ground.
And her crotch grinding along the length of his massive member. “Ooooh...” purred Spoiled, her tongue licking a strip up the mirror. With her sweaty mane clumped against cool glass, and the heated black cock sliding underneath her wet folds, Spoiled was soon a twitching mess.
“Sorry, ma’am, is that my cock you want now?” whispered Thunderlane, craning down over her. Nipping at the nape of Spoiled’s neck, hips pulled back enough to let his length twitch over her ass. “Seems that behind all that ego and pomp is a beast looking to break out.”
“Believe me, ‘Lane...” Spoiled cooed, her tail wrapping around Thunderlane’s length and squeezing it slightly. “You’ve no idea how many beasts have been behind me.”
Swatting away the purple tail, Thunderlane gave his shaft a couple of pumps. Feeling it surge to full length, he aimed it at her drooling fuckhole. “Oh please, miss. You’re the one who ruined my time with Cheerilee. I want my pounding of flesh.”
“Pound of flesh, ‘Lane?”
“I know what I said.”
“Well then…” Spoiled spread her legs further, “Right in the ass, then. Only one stallion’s earned the right to fill my womb.”
Growling slowly, Thunderlane compiled for the moment. Rubbing his blunt tip of his cock against Spoiled’s puckered hole, I assume you want lube too?” Already, he was buddy smearing the juices from her sopping marehood around her ponut, making her shiver.
The second he stopped - and both of Spoiled’s fuckholes were gaping at the slickness spread over them - the mature MILF found her voice again. “Please. Like I said, you’ve never had anypony like me. Considering you’ll probab--oh shit!” Then Thunderlane’s cock plunged into her gaping ponut at last.
“Sorry, what was that?” gasped Thunderlane, almost passing out at how snug Spoiled felt. Another feminine moan broke out as he started pulling out, only the tip stretching out her tailhole, However it was muffled, almost like it was coming through a machine.
Both he and Spoiled noticed the culprit at the same time. A filly monitor at the end of the table was blaring out the sounds of a mare and stallion clearly screwing. “Is that Diamond again?”
“Clearly not! But… I think it’s from the other end. I wanted it fixed, so yesterday I gave it to…” Spoiled’s eyes shot up into her mane. “Wait, Is that Filthy!?”
“It certainly is.” Thunderlane said.
Spoiled slowly grinned, turning back to face Thunderlane. “New rule - to hell with your punishment. I don’t care how rough you are; make sure I cum before he does.” And her hips popped back, sinking another inch of stallionhood into her.
Thunderlane swore he felt his heart skip at the offer. Silently he thanked the monitor, it’s creator, and Celestia herself in order. Then he gripped Spoiled’s flanks and plowed into her ponut.
Spoiled screamed wantonly, bucking like a whorse as she felt Thunderlane’s cock fill her ass. Her squishy rump shuddered, her lip following the second she felt him wrap her tail around one of his hands.
Both ponies fell into a fast and furious rhythm. Sanity and mercy was thrown away, especially with Thunderlane’s mind blitzing out at how tight the mare’s hole felt around him. All that mattered was the thumps of the dresser banging into the wall and plaps of their groins colliding.
The second Spoiled felt his medial ring pop into her, she cried in glorious want. “Yes! Thunderlane! Fill me! Rut me!” Even with her bliss overwhelming her mind, her hands were busy scrabbling close and closer to the milk-white device next to her. Her finger slapped right on the filly monitor’s button, ensuring both Applejack and Filthy heard her.
Thunderlane was certain it wasn’t needed; giving her wailing, half of Equestria could hear Spoiled getting plowed like one of Sweet Apple Acres’ fields.
What Thunderlane needed, though, was more Spoiled Rich to clutch to himself. Feeling her shudder as he fucked her against the dresser, Thunderlane knew she was close. Her vice-like grip on her cock, milking him as he savagely pounded her channel, was getting him to his peak fast too.
“Spoiled -ah!- think I should just leave you to this “ Hearing Applejack’s moans overtake Spoiled as her desire-drowned brain realized what he was suggesting. “Watching you moan and beg like you're died and gone to Estrus-topia is too hot. ”
It was a lie and not even a good one. He’d never think about actually doing this - the velvet canal he was thrusting into was too good to leave now.
Regardless, it did its job. “Never!” Spoiled braced her hands around the edges of the mirror and lunged her ass back onto his fat fuckstick.
He met that mighty thrust with everything he had, and before he knew it, he was howling in overwhelming orgasm. Thick ropes of seed blasted into her intestines, Thunderlane leaning against Spoiled just to feel the spurts ripple inside his mate’s body.
“Yes! Oh Celestia, fuck yeeeee~!” Spoiled’s voice gave at last, the climax making her body vibrate even harder than the force of Thunderlane's virile jets of sperm. The Wonderbolt was nice enough to glide a pair of fingers under her gushing pussy, even after their savage romp. They only brushed against her twitching folds, but it was enough to extend Spoiled’s orgasm as she ground herself on his digits. Soon, their legs and the carpet were both soaked in her juices.
Spoiled and Thunderlane collapsed soon after that, falling to the wet carpet and sharing a messy yet rough kiss. Spoiled was treated to a surprise as she tasted her own cum on Thunderlane’s tongue. He had clearly jammed his pussy-slicked fingers in his mouth before mashing it into hers. And it was the hottest thing ever to her.
In fact, it’d only be beaten out by Filthy impregnating her with Diamond.
The twinkle that such a memory brought to her eye was soon eclipsed the shine bouncing off the handle of an open drawer. In the afterglow of their orgasms, it had apparently slipped open, shaken by the rough sex. She spied a photo on top of a high heap of matchbooks and candles almost immediately.
She wasn’t the only one. “Huh. Didn’t know you kept paper and fire that close together.” Thunderlane mumbled. “Good thing we didn’t rock the dresser too hard, huh~?”
Spoiled’s fingers flew toward that drawer. “You didn’t see a thing, got it!?” She hissed, despite her fetal crouch around the notice taking the fire out of her words.
“Woah woah, wait!” Thunderlane spluttered, trying to soothe Spoiled’s trembling shoulders. “I didn’t mean any disrespect. I just… “ And then he saw that look flash across the Rich family matron’s face. was the blazing intensity only defending family could bring. “Was it someone close to you?”
Spoiled scooched away from him. The minute movement made the letter jostle in her hands, and Thunderlane soon got an eyeful of it. It was a photo, The small photo It was curled around showed Spoiled Rich - a much younger one - next to a pink copy of herself only with dark scarlet hair. Her cutie mark was a brooch, with a brilliantly cut onyx jewel in the center.
Spoiled turned to face the Wonderbolt, the tears streaking her face no longer just from bliss. “This… oh, I’m just happy it’s not damaged...”
Thunderlane immediately averted his gaze. “If you don’t want to talk about it-”
“You’ve been inside me enough.” Spoiled finally heaved herself up on her elbows. “The pony to the right of me’s my sister. Spoiled Rotten. Mom… she always saw her as the favorite. Until the day we all caught… the pox.”
“What do you mean, that’s- Wait, the Cutie Pox?!” Thunderlane almost looked like a well-done shrimp with how fast his blush came back. “How did you get cured of that?!”
“Because Rotten gave me her antigen, when we only had two!” Spoiled bellowed. “ Mom left with the other, said she wouldn’t take it until he was sure we’d all be safe. I thought it was just because she didn’t want anypony to know we caught the pox.“ She slowly wiped away a tear. “Rotten injected me with her share of the when I slept. Mom saw it as an appeasement. A weakness. Soon after I recovered, Mom made me the favorite. Drummed out my ‘dangerous’ concern about others. Pushed me to care only about the discipline.”
Thunderlane, for once, was short of words. “I had no idea. I’m so sorry for your loss.”
Spoiled’s snout crinkled. “What loss? Rotten’s okay. Sure, I had to take her to Manehattan for treatment, and sure, I was broke for so long finding her a sterile environment, but….” This time, it was Thunderlane wiping away her tears. “She’s fine. As much as she can be. Right up in a sealed facility of the basement of the Crystaller Building, thanks to a secret financer. Well… not secret for long, we met after I saw him delivering her Zap Jam he’d bought.”
Thunderlane pondered it for a minute. “Wait, Mac?” But that couldn’t be; she said the pony bought the Zap Jam. His eyes peered up to the filly monitor. “Wait, was it Filthy?”
“...yes.” Spoiled said. “And it was the last secret we ever had together. I owe him my sister’s life. And through it… my own. My new life, as Spoiled Rich.” Wryly shaking her head, she looked back toward the dresser top. “So yes, Thunderlane. I married Filthy for the money. And I am damn proud to be known for that. No matter what heat it brings my way.”
“Well then…” Thunderlane didn’t want to think about this for long. If he’d lost his little brother Rumble the way she nearly lost Spoiled Rotten, who knows what it’d do for his personality? “I’m happy to take some of the heat off, Miss Rich.”
“Thank you.” Spoiled said. “Sorry about the monitor thing. In case you can’t tell, our marriage is quite open - on both our approval.”
“Right.” Thunderlane stood up. “Tell you what; I’ll explain to Dia what she heard before I go.”
“You would?” Spoiled asked. “I-I mean… of course you should. It’s only fair for disobeying me.”
Thunderlane gave her a knowing grin. “What can I say? I’m a dirty little rulebreaker.” And he slowly slipped out, zipping up his flight suit again as the door closed.
Spoiled waited until she could hear the gracious Wonderbolt’s steps disappear before turning to the note. Unrolling it, she saw the blocky cursive; too angry to be her own, too hasty to be her sister’s.
Spoiled Rotten.
Inside this is the only other cure to your Cutie Pox. Do the right things for the family, as you always have. Take it, and let the fates be what they may for Spoiled Milk. She lost her last chance when she failed to become valedictorian in Ponyville High.
Take this cure, and know you will always be the best of the Riches. So long as you’re disciplined, you’re always the fittest.
Sincerely,
Spoiler A-
Tears stung at Spoiled eyes. Even now, her words to Diamond Tiara haunted her again, seconds after Tiara’s partner and the last known Cutie Pox case had walked out the study door.
Not everypony is as merciful as a Twilight Sparkle. You know that, right?
Spoiled crumbled up the letter, her breath hitched up through gritted teeth. Storming to the wind, she prepared to throw it out into the afternoon sky. The second she arched back her hand, however, the trembling fist unclenched. The note fell to the floor.
Losing her nerve, Spoiled reached down and picked up the ball of parchment, unfurling it enough to reveal the bottom half. Gulping harshly, she read it again, the spot past her mother's words. This writing was neat, gracious… almost hauntingly perfect.
I’m sorry. I couldn’t take this antiserum. You found Doc Top. You got him to test us when Mom originally thought you were lying about this being the Pox. You got Screwy to press him for the medicine, you stayed up nights cleaning after me.
Mom’s lying, Sis. Don’t let her lies win. You’re the best of us. Don’t let her taint you.
I hope you forgive me for giving you my medicine. In my defense, you’ve always been my portion.
- Spoiled Rotten
Spoiled gratefully grinned. “I always did, Sis.” she whispered. “But I can’t let Diamond suffer like you did.”
Calmly, Spoiled rolled the note around their family photo and slipped it under the dresser drawer again. Pulling up her top again ,she snatched up the filly monitor. “Filthy? Clear your schedule next week. We’re trying for twins this time.”
“C-certainly.” came the breathy response. “J-just give it a minute before you head down. Applejack’s so shy about being seen naked in our house.”
Tossing the monitor into the same cabinet, Spoiled started looking around for her pants. Wouldn’t do to meet Tiara half-dressed, after all. Much as she loved the feel of Thunderlane’s cum dribbling down her thighs, she wasn’t that debased.
Yet.