> Mare Parts
>  by anonpencil
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> Mother Knows Best
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Glitter Dust squinted at the mirror positioned behind her flanks without much luck. It was hard getting a view of herself back there, but even then she had an additional issue: Hair. purplish hair that matched her spiky mane and tail. Sure, most mares had hair around that area, that was normal. At least, that’s what they’d said at school. But even at a glance, it looked like more than there should be. And it certainly didn’t help her get a good view of her bits.

She let out a frustrated grumble, and tried to sort of squat with her legs a little apart. Her horn lit up briefly, but she wasn't good enough with magic to do more than move a few tufts around. Still, nothing came into view. There was only one thing to it. If she wanted to figure out what she looked like back there, she’d have to take drastic measures.

With a quick look around, she tiptoed to the bathroom and back, clutching her prize. Her mother was at the market with old friends, and likely wouldn’t be back for another hour. Her father was still at work, so she’d be alone for a while yet. She’d have to work quickly, but there was no need to rush. Besides, she didn’t want to hurt herself.

With a fumbling hoof, she plugged the electric razor into the wall and then sat back on her haunches. She leaned as far as she could against the wall, and flicked the switch. The buzz and vibration of the machine nearly startled her into dropping it, but she held on. Now, all she had to do was navigate the bushy fur around her nethers and she’d be all good.

She stared down at the tufts of hair she could see just past her pelvis, and didn’t move. There didn’t seem to her there was any way to deal with it delicately.

“Oh well,” she muttered, “guess I have to just learn by doing, as usual.”

He hoof moved the razor down towards her crotch, and she held her breath. But just as she was about to make contact with the fur, an unexpected sound stopped her cold.

“Glitter Dust, Yona was going to make some sandwiches. Would you… Glitter!”

The young mare let out a soft yelp and dropped the razor. It skittered around the floor like a hyper dog on a leash, until at last its thrashing pulled the plug out of the wall. Slowly, wishing she didn’t have to, Glitter Dust raised her head and turned it towards the open door of her bedroom. 

There, sure enough, was her mother. She was standing straight up with her neck craned back, and looked just about as shocked as she’d ever seen her. Glitter Dust swallowed hard, and then smiled weakly.

“Oh. Er. Hi mom,” she said, a warble in her voice.

Yona’s expression gradually changed from one of shock to one of annoyance. Maybe even anger.

“What is Glitter Dust doing?” She demanded, “And is that Yona’s razor? Did you take it without asking?”

“Um… yes?”

“Why? And that did not answer Yona’s first question!”

Glitter Dust searched for any lie she could tell, any explanation that could let her off the hook. But there just wasn’t anything. Her body sagged and she pulled her back legs together sheepishly.

“Because… I wanted to know what my mare parts looked like.”

Yona blinked. Several times. Then she shook her head for good measure.

“What do you mean? You have normal health, normal body. Still growing, but doing okay. So everything should look normal, don’t worry,” the yak said.

“Except… they don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Look normal,” Glitter Dust said haltingly, “Or at least, I don’t think they do. I can’t tell, there’s a lot of hair or fur or something there. It’s kind of embarrassing, and… it gets in the way, and I’m kinda freaking out so… I thought I’d just shave it all off. I know that might be weird, but I don’t know what else to do!”

The young mare let out a pained groan, and let her head hang forward onto her chest forlornly. Yona studied her daughter’s face, then sighed and went to the wall where she was sitting. The yak too sat herself down heavily, causing all the mare’s furniture to rattle and creak simultaneously.

“So…” Yona said slowly, “You know how Yona is mama, even though I’m not a pony.”

“I know,” Glitter Dust mumbled.

“And how you look like your dadda, but not me, right?”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Well,” Yona said, then trailed off into a strained silence. Her cheeks flushed and she cleared her throat several times before finishing the thought. “It sound like some parts of you look like me after all.”

The unicorn pony raised her head and looked into her mother’s obviously uncomfortable expression.

“Wait,” she said, her voice filled with horror, “So… you’re telling me I don’t have mare parts at all? I have… YAK PARTS?”

“Not so loud,” Yona said, glancing nervously towards the door, “That a little loud even for Yona, such a sensitive topic.”

“Okay, fine,” her daughter said only slightly quieter, “but are you saying that I’m, I don’t know, made like a Yak back there?”

“That is what Yona is saying, yes,” Yona said. “That is why all the fur, and so hard to see.”

The pony looked at her in shock, then creakily turned her head to face forward. Her eyes stared straight ahead, unseeing.

“Oh,” she said numbly, “Okay.”

“B-but don’t worry!” Yona cut in upon seeing her daughter’s horrified gaze, “Being different is okay. And yak part not that different from pony parts. Well, at least for female yaks and female ponies. Male ponies whole other deal.”

She chuckled to herself quietly, but the laughter quickly faded as her daughter still didn’t move. Full minutes passed in absolute silence

“So,” Glitter Dust said at last, sounding very distant, “What do… yak parts even look like anyway?

Yona’s flush deepened considerably. This wasn’t something she’d read about in the pony mothering books. Sex ed, yes, changing bodies, of course. But cross-species vagina comparison? Nothing about that at all. She fumbled for words and looked down at the floor.

“Ah. W-well…” she said, “It… not that exciting.”

“OH god, my girl bits are boring!” Glitter Dust wailed.

“No! No, that… that not what Yona mean,” the yak said quickly. Sweat was beginning to matt down the braided fur across her brow. “I just mean that it not mysterious. Or weird. They work normal, they no have big problems or cause you troubles. And if you want to shave, that okay. Just clean out razor, okay? All of razor. Completely. And no tell Sandbar.”

“That’s great and all Mom,” her daughter said flatly, “But we looked at anatomy books in class yesterday. And now I’m finding out I might not look like that at all! And I can’t see those parts of me, especially with the hair. And, to be honest, shaving seemed kinda scary to me, especially if I can’t fully tell what I’m doing down there. So how am I supposed to even know what yak parts look like? I feel like I don’t even know my own body. It’s super weird.”

She sighed heavily. Yona looked at her daughter with a sympathetic gaze. She was just coming into her own as a young woman, a confusing time for any yak or pony. And she had to deal with being a little of both. If only there was some way to help her. But as she looked at the young pony’s pensive, brooding expression, she felt completely at a loss. Even Twilight’s massive library probably didn’t show yak genitals. And… if there were books that showed that sort of thing around here, it was probably pornographic. Yona shuddered at the thought.

“W-well,” she said haltingly, “Then you were little baby, both yak and pony doctors said everything was fine with you. Totally normal, considering you had yak and pony parents.”

“But it’s different,” she whined, “that’s just taking your word for it. My body still feels like a total mystery to me. I don’t even have any female yak friends I could ask about it.”

Yona frowned and scooted a little closer to her daughter.

“Yona can be yak friend,” she said gently, “you can talk to mama Yona about anything.”

The pony rolled her eyes.

“Not anything,” she grumbled, “that would be so weird.”

“Yes, anything,” Yona said, putting on her best smile and puffing her chest up with pride. “Anything you could do with yak friend your age, you can do with Yona. Go ahead, ask anything! Mama will do her very best.”

Glitter Dust studied her mother for a few moments, her expression incredulous to say the least. But at last, her head drooped towards her chest and her shoulders heaved a reluctant sigh.

“I don’t know,” she said softly, “If I had yak friends I could… you know… ask them about their parts. How things work. What things look or feel like. Get their actual experiences and information. It’s not quite like seeing my own, but it would at least give me a better idea.”

Yona couldn’t help but flush deeply. It wasn’t that her daughter was asking anything of her. Not directly. But she had just given a pretty blatant idea of how the yak could help. It would be uncomfortable, probably for both of them. And Yona wasn’t exactly thrilled with the idea of talking about her own vagina, to her child no less! But she obviously needed guidance, and if this was a way she could offer aid? Well. Then.

“What would you like to know?” she asked, “Yona has yak parts, had them her whole life. Ask any questions, I will answer honest.”

Now Glitter Dust stared in open amazement at her mom. Her cheeks flushed slightly too, and her mouth dropped open a little. She stammered for a brief pause, then coughed, and turned away.

“Okay,” she said slowly, “Well… honestly just… what does it look like?”

“Er. It hole.”

“I mean, from what I understand, most lady parts are holes,” the pony said with an awkward laugh, “Is it… a big hole? Does it go deep, is it round? Does it look… nice? Ugly? What color is it?”

Yona has asked for questions, but she was definitely not prepared for this. She sat in silence, gazing at her daughter then down at the floor with wide eyes, then back up again. She’d never had to describe this before, and she never thought she’d have to.

“It… nice hole,” she said very haltingly, “pretty hole. And it.. Pink. Or maybe brown. It whatever color rest of you is. Only brighter. Or something. And it… big enough.”

“Moooom,” the unicorn pony said in a long whine, “That barely tells me anything!”

“Well it hard to explain!” Yona blurted out, “It very private, very personal. Never had to talk out loud about it before.”

There was a very long and very uneasy silence then. Yona felt like she had utterly failed. She was the mother, the one who was supposed to give everything for her child. And she couldn’t even help her figure out her own body. Just as she was starting to feel completely forlorn, Glitter Dust’s head snapped up, and she turned to her mother with a sheepish but growing smile.

“Hey, uh, mom?” she said.

“What is it? You had idea?” Yona asked hopefully.

“Well, yeah. It’s weird. But um… do you think you could let me see yours?”

Yona went from blushing to pale.

“See what?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“Y-you know, your mare parts. Er. Yak parts. If I could see what it’s actually like, I might be able to have a better standing of my own!”

Yona stammered and slowly shook her head.

“This very unusual,” she said, trying to keep a quiver out of her voice, “Yona don’t know if this is right to do.”

“Hey,” Glitter Dust said, rising to her hooves, “You always said I learn best by doing. And, well. This is sort of like that. I know it’s weird, but you said I could ask anything. And I’m… asking for help. In learning. So…”

She trailed off and looked away. Yona was quiet as she sorted through the many and very confusing thoughts in her head. Show her daughter her lady yak parts? It was unheard of, completely unthinkable! And yet the hope in her face was a pretty strong motivator. It could be the only way to help her daughter feel better. Was she really going to deny her that? Before she could answer, the pony sighed, and began to turn away.

“I knew it was a stupid idea,” she mumbled, “Sorry Mom, I just…”

“N-no!” Yona said, standing up hastily, “Yona will do it!”

Her daughter blinked and a smile began to cross her face.

“You will!”

“Yes,” Yona said, “If it will help Glitter Dust learn, Mama will do what’s needed.”

The young pony’s face lit up and her smile completely filled her face. As awkward as Yona was feeling, the sight of her daughter looking happy gave a warm glow to her heart.

“Wow, thanks mom!” she said joyously, “I’ll make sure this stays between us. And I’ll… try to be cool about it, not make it weird. So… uh… how do we…”

She trailed off, gesturing vaguely towards Yona’s back end. Yona shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, and glanced in the same direction.

“Well,” she said slowly, “Yona will turn around. And you can pull back the fur. And take a look. And you can ask questions, and Yona will answer. And then maybe you’ll have a better idea of what Glitter Dust’s parts look like too.”

“S-sure!” the pony said, “I’ll just… stay here. Go ahead, whenever you’re ready.”

Yona took a very deep, very slow breath. Her whole body tried to tell her not to do it, but with all the will she possessed, she slowly turned around to face her rump towards her daughter. She leaned forward and spread her back legs slightly, then raised her small tail.

“Okay,” she said, “Now just push back long fur. And push back shorter fur. And it will be there.”

It was a strange thing to say, but it felt like the only thing to say. She waited patiently until she felt her daughter’s hooves pulling back the long sheets of her fur like curtains. It was difficult not to jump in surprise, and she felt a funny knot beginning to form in the pit of her stomach. She was tall enough that everything would be at eye-level for Glitter Dust, and that did nothing to comfort her.

“I uh… I’m having some trouble,” her daughter said from behind her. Yona shut her eyes. 

“Look for thick fur. Should be nice and trimmed. I.. keep things nice back there.”

She felt slight pressure against the backs of her legs, hooves searching and moving fur back.

“Oh. Then maybe you can teach me to shave down there?”

“M-mmaybe.”

Yona barely finished the word as she felt cool air touch her bare yak parts. Her eyes widened as she suddenly got the idea that this was a bad plan. A super strange, super bad idea. But it was too late now.

“Oooooh,” her daughter said from behind her, sounding both relieved and a little appreciative, “That’s… actually not that weird. Like at all.”

“S-see?” Yona said, “No problems. Now Yona will just turn around and-”

“Wait!” her daughter said, and she immediately stopped moving, “I want to get a better look. It seems… soft looking. Is it soft?”

“W-well-”

Yona didn’t get to finish her thought. Her voice immediately cut off as she felt the touch of a hoof against the outer lips of her pussy. She let out a squeak inside her throat, but that was all. She was too stunned to say or do anything else.

“Oh, it is!” Glitter Dust said, “Like… really soft! That’s good to know, I was worried it would be rough like sandpaper or something, since, you know, yaks are kind of a rough group.”

“Nope,” Yona said in a high-pitched voice, “Nothing like that.”

“Is all of it soft?”

The yak gritted her teeth as her daughter’s hoof moved slowly around the outer curve of her yak parts, pressing gently in something of a caress. Tingles floated through her legs, making her hooves almost shake. What was happening?

“Yeah,” Glitter Dust said, “It’s all like velvet! And… in class they said mares have a clitoris. But it’s super big and kind of hides. Is this where a yak clitoris is?”

A sudden, firm pressure against her clit made Yona have to bite down firmly on her lower lip to stop from crying out in surprise. Her daughter was touching her pleasure spot! Now her legs did begin to quake a little.

“C-careful,” she managed to say, “That very sensitive spot for yaks as well as ponies.”

“Okay, I’ll be careful,” the young pony said, “Just… it feels different from the rest. A little harder. And like… slick. Wet almost.”

Yona felt her cheeks quickly growing redder. Wet? Was she getting wet from being touched by her own child? That was so wrong! And yet… was this starting to feel good? It couldn’t be, no, never. And yet…

“Huh, other parts of it seem a little wet now,” Glitter Dust said, “And it looks… more relaxed. Looser. And it’s more pink now, you’re right. Do they change color?”

“A little,” Yona mumbled, “It depends. On lots of things.”

“Oh, is it pinker inside?”

She felt the lips of her pussy being pulled back to reveal the hole leading inside. She shut her eyes tightly, and tried to focus on the task at hand. She was just helping her daughter with a personal problem. She was just being a good mama. This wasn’t exciting. She wasn’t enjoying this. But even as she thought those words, she could feel the air on her nether parts feeling colder and crisper. She was growing wetter by the second.

“It is!” she heard Glitter Dust say, almost excitedly it seemed like. “And wow, it looks kind of tight. And it’s definitely wetter than before. Is it normal if my yak parts get wet too sometimes?”

“Very normal,” Yona said, “Just… part of life. Very natural.”

She heard her daughter giggle.

“That’s actually kind of cool! I’ll be careful, but I want to see what the inside feels like.”

The yak’s eyes opened back up, very wide. She opened her mouth, knowing that she had to say something to stop this. This was enough. But no words came out. Instead, she stood there in silence as her daughter timidly reached the tip of her hoof into the very entrance of her vagina.

The sensation was immediately intense. Pleasure rippled through Yona’s entire body as the hoof caressed the area inside, right above her clit. Her lower back tingled, her hooves twitched from sensation. It was all she could do not to let loose a moan. But she remained quiet and allowed Glitter Dust to prod, poke, and touch her. It was the least she could do as a mother, right? This was okay. It had to be okay. Something that felt this wonderful couldn’t be bad.

“It’s so wet!” the pony said, “And kinda slimy. And it smells a little sweet now, but also a little like leaves or something.”

“Also normal,” Yona said, her voice now definitely touched with trembling, “G-go ahead. Touch deeper if you want. Glitter Dust can learn about all bits of Yona’s yak parts.”

The hoof probed a little deeper, and Yona felt her muscles clench. The hoof retreated, and she found herself wishing it hadn’t.

“Ah it grabbed me!”

“They do that,” Yona said, “They very special and very strong. Yak parts very strong. Like yak. They also very warm. Like yak.”

“Yeah?”

The hoof came back in, and Yona pressed her body back against it. She felt it creeping deeper inside, moving and turning. The tingles grew stronger, more intense. It was like they were building to something. Could she be… getting close?”

“Yeah it’s very strong!” Glitter Dust said, “It’s like it wants to pull my hoof deeper inside. I’m glad I have one of these, it seems way better than the pony parts we learned about in school.”

“S-sandbar would agree.”

“What was that Mom? Didn’t hear you.”

“N-nothing!”

Yona clapped a hoof over her mouth to stifle any more words, and to hide her now very heavy breathing. She could feel the fur on the hoof brushing past her clit as her daughter withdrew. It stroked her most sensitive parts, and she felt a pulse building and building inside her. She couldn’t deny it now. She felt so wonderful, so intense. Her daughter was pleasuring her, bringing her closer and closer to cumming every second. She didn’t even want to stop her anymore. 

“It… clitoris can… get bigger,” she said between breaths, desperately trying to hide her panting, “if Glitter Dust presses back on either side, whole thing is actually just as big as pony.”

“Really?”

Without another word, the hoof pulled out of her vagina’s entrance, and she felt it slip down. Another hoof joined it on the other side of her clit, and they pressed against her flanks, and apart. She felt her flit being exposed to the open air, and she shut her eyes. Sweat was beading on the fur of her forehead, and she prayed that Glitter Dust wouldn’t notice how her hips were pulsing slightly towards her, as if aching for more touch.

“Hey, it’s even bigger than a pony’s I think!” her daughter said, “And it’s gotten way pinker and shinier. Maybe if I just move one hoof I can touch it and see what it feels like…”

Yona could only brace as the pony’s hoof moved towards her clit, aiming right on its bare surface. She knew she couldn’t take much more of this. She couldn’t hold back anymore, this was it. She was going to… going to…

Glitter Dust made contact with her clit, and a bolt of electric pleasure ripped through her body. Her back arched, and she bit into her hoof to try to stop the warbling cry that threatened to release from her throat. She felt her body clench, and her pussy tightened as an orgasm stabbed at her most deep and personal parts.

Just then, the bedroom door opened.

“Hey gals, I’m home early from…”

Sandbar stood in the doorway, and his jaw immediately dropped open. Yona’s cry of pleasure erupted out of her, and immediately morphed into a sound of shock and horror. She locked eyes with her husband as her daughter’s hoof quickly pulled back from her vagina. Time seemed to freeze. No one moved. After an eternity, Sandbar shut his mouth, swallowed, and opened it again.

“Sweetie,” he said to Yona, “What’s going-”

“A-April foals day!” Yona blurted out loudly.

Her face erupted into an uncomfortable, exaggerated smile. When no one spoke, she continued.

“April foals! We got Sandbar with good prank! You thought… things! Weird things! S-should have seen the look on Sandbar’s face!” Yona said with an awkward laugh. 

Sandbar continued to stare at them.

“It’s May,” he said slowly.

“E-even better!” Yona said and stepped a little way away from her daughter. “See? This way nopony would see it coming! Haha, total surprise, got you so good!”

“Uhhhh….” Sandbar said, glancing from the young unicorn to his wife in quick succession.

“Anyway,” Yona said, “Mama must go make dinner! Yak stew tonight, very good, very strong, like Yak… er… welcome home!”

She planted a quick kiss on Sandbar’s cheek and hurriedly stepped out of her daughter’s room. She moved quickly down the stairs without looking back, praying that no one would notice the shine from how wet her yak parts still were.

Sandbar remained in the doorway,staring straight ahead as he tried to make sense of what had just happened. Nothing seemed to fit into place, and he blinked hard several times before turning to his daughter.

“So,” he said, “You uh… want to tell me what just happened?”

The young mare looked at her father, keeping her damp hoof hidden behind the other, and smiled.

“W-well…” she said hesitantly, “I did this sex-ed class at school, and we were learning about bodies and… and mare parts and… lady things.”

Sandbar’s face contorted in a grimace at the words ‘lady things.’ His face flushed as awkwardness filled his expression.

“Oh,” he said simply, “Right, mare stuff. Y-yeah I don’t know anything about that. Girl stuff I mean. Not that I’m uncomfortable with girl stuff. It’s just. That’s. That’s private. You can… you should… definitely talk to your mother about that. I won’t, like… intrude. She probably knows what she’s doing.”

With that he spun and quickly walked out of the room. Glitter Dust watched him go, then held up her hoof and looked down at it. It was still wet and glossy, and she watched the light reflect off of it. As she did, she felt a strange sensation in her yak parts. Something sort of like tingling. And it… didn’t feel bad.

Huh. That was strange. Maybe she could ask her mother about whatever this feeling was next time.

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