In Mommy's Oven
"Yyrrraagh"
Flurry screamed.
She put the force of alicorn power behind it, and the fine blue walls of her crystal bedroom cracked.
She'd possessed the power since her crib days. According to historical accounts - and her parents, but who cared about them? - when she was less than a year old she'd cried so loud the Crystal Heart itself shattered into a million little fractures. That day, they said, the snowdrift flurries beyond the barrier nearly consumed the whole Empire. Her parents also said that was the day she earned her name.
She felt... strangely proud of that fact.
Now, as a fresh-faced young adult mare, she'd harnessed that power to throw more targeted, adult-oriented tantrums.
"Fucking bitch! Fucking whore! Piece of shit fucking asshole fucking slut! How DARE you break up with me?!"
Such as, for example, the turbulations of young love.
Shrieking an endless, fortuitous string of curses, she turned her room into the scene of a post-war battlefield. Around every corner her furniture lay in pieces, from the bed to her gaming station and dressing table. Her music system stood untouched, only so she could blast raving death metal tracks at full volume. She'd done so in the hopes of masking her impotent rage.
It served instead to mask the outside twinkle of magic, and the slow but steady unwinding of the spell locks she'd put in place. As the Crystal Empress-to-be smashed one of many computer screens over her knee, the door eased open.
In stepped Cadance. Who subsequently ducked as the screen's tattered remnants flew her direction.
"Flurry, honey," she called, reaching out for her daughter's shoulder.
Flurry jerked away on instinct, stomping a framed photo of her and her ex. She cursed, glass shards pricking her hoof, then gathered it all in her magic and beat it against the far walll.
Before, suddenly, she stopped.
Her crystal blues went wide as saucers, then quivered anxiously towards her mother.
"Mom?" she whispered, in a tone that sounded weak. Almost regretful.
Then her face fell into a scowl, and she turned to meet Cadance head-on. Her melon curves swung and wobbled with the rest of her.
"What are you doing here?"
"What do you think," Cadance said, perhaps more dryly than intended. "Everyone in the castle can hear you from two floors down."
Flurry's scowl deepened. "I thought the music would've hidden that," she grumbled.
Folding her arms - wrapped in fingerless black, bicep-length latex gloves - she squished her mammoth pink-white bosom together. The tits themselves she'd hardly bothered to contain. A simple, sheer black latex tube top stretched across the vast snow-furred expanse, proclaiming 'THOT' in bold, brazen text.
"It's none of their business anyway." She narrowed her eyes at Cadance, sharp painted fingernails tapping her arm. "Or yours."
"I think it might be, sweetie." Cadance's smooth tone returned, and she stepped closer. Each tink of golden hoofshoe against the floor sent her own taller, broader self jiggling with lustful enticement.
At each other, mother and daughter alike tried not to stare.
"What's wrong, my little snowpea?" Before Flurry could react, Cadance placed her hands on Flurry's cheeks. Over one foot apart, their fat nipples nearly touched. "Tell me. I bet I know something that can help."
Flurry averted her gaze. Blowing hair from her face, she took Cadance's wrists and moved them away.
"It's nothing."
Cadance surveyed the room.
She raised an eyebrow.
"Oh my Sun." Flurry groaned, shoving Cadance back. Cadance stifled a gasp from the breast-centered contact. "Fine. You got me. Something's wrong. Happy now?"
Cadance smiled, her sparkling violet lips forming a pleased crescent. "A little. I'd be happier if you told me why you've turned your bedroom into a warzone, however."
"Of course you would," Flurry chuffed. "And I was gonna put it back together anyway."
Cadance smirked. "I know."
Muttering to herself, Flurry's magic systematically plucked, gathered, and reforged all the broken pieces to their former state. When her bed was complete, she strode to it, sitting down and hunching over. She spoke the confession half into her own boobs.
"Cozy broke up with me."
Cadance's eyes got huge. Faster than a spellshot she raced over, pulling Flurry close and coating her with kisses. Several left marks.
"Oh my poor baby." She squeezed Flurry tight, no longer caring for the way her pussy pink jugs mashed into her daughter's. "I'm so sorry. Breakups are always the worst, especially your first." Flurry's petulant whining and squirming finally seemed to sink in, and she relented with a wistful chortle. "Your mother and I would know. Just ask us."
After Flurry decided, on a greedy and semi-incestual whim, to turn her father into her mother, Shining had renamed herself to Gleaming Shield. She said she'd never thought about being a mare before, but after experiencing it for herself she actually preferred it. Felt more comfortable in that body, or something along those lines.
Flurry had a feeling it also had something to do with the ravenous, deafening sex her and Cadance had for thirty-one nights straight.
Or... gay?
"No thanks," Flurry said, and pushed herself away. "I'll handle it myself. Fucking cunt did it to me right before Hearts and Hooves, too..."
Cadance's sympathetic pout morphed to something darker. "I'm all for healthy relationships and knowing boundaries, but that's a bit cruel. Did she tell you why?"
"No. She just told me there were 'irreconcilable differences' that she 'couldn't talk about right now'." She paused. "Over text."
Cadance's grimace grew stark. Then, as if switching on the lights, her expression brightened. She reached over, patted Flurry's thigh, and kissed the tip of her snoot. "Don't worry your gorgeous little head, dear. Mama's gonna whip something up for you tomorrow that'll make you forget all about her."
Flurry grumbled, rolled her eyes. "Sure. Whatever."
Cadance nodded, stood, and left without another word. The door clicked shut, and Flurry recast her previous spell lock. A touch tighter this time around.
She waited for a while. For what, who could say. Eventually the barren quiet became too much, and she sighed.
Hauling herself up from the bed, she paced over to her battlestation and plopped down. The ill-suited for her size office chair squealed, as molten pounds of globular gothbooty assfat poured over the edge. She failed to acknowledge the strain, and would only do so when loyal Lieutenant Office Chair number three-oh-three gave his last for butt, Princess, and country.
She spent the entireity of the day gaming. Fortunately, her usual pair of fellow horn-having cohorts showed as Online. Thus, many hours passed with untold legions of whiny, pathetic n00blords getting their asses full-nelsoned by the 'greatest Demand of Service team Equestria has ever seen'. Just as Faust intended.
By the end of it, though, she had a thought she couldn't shake.
A thought of cock.
A thought of great, big, throbbing, long, thick, suitably royal for her majesty kind of cock.
Not the desire to please one, oh no no no. Although she definitely did enjoy that.
No. Flurry Heart, Heiress to the Crystal Throne, Princess of the Frozen North had higher ambitions.
Ambitions of having one. Ambitions of swinging some grand, colossal beast of turgid ponymeat around between her luscious, chairsplitting, gap-destroying thighs. Ambitions that hung lower, to a pair of overstuffed orbs filled to burst with highly-concentrated, densely-packed ballbatter that would glue a snatch shut for weeks and leave its ovaries plugged for years.
Ambitions of doing it to a certain pussy. To certain ovaries.
A certain pink pussy with cute white freckles, and the teeniest, most adorable tuft of curly blue pubic fluff.
Dumb bitch did always yap on and on about how 'yummy' and 'perfect' big marecocks were - as if any marecock existed in a size smaller than 'hole-gaping'.
The thought set in her mind, solidified. A wicked, wicked grin split apart her glossy black lips as Flurry crawled into bed, and slid her hand down skintight latex bootyshorts.
Tomorrow, she'd start doing some research. Take an innocent look around the palace library. Maybe contact Aunt Twilight and ask to visit.
Either way, Flurry knew. She'd get her revenge. Soon.
And those were the thoughts she edged to, until she fell asleep.
The smell of sweetness brought her downstairs. Early in the morning, tucked sprawled into bed after passing out from orgasm, Flurry's nostrils flared and pulled in a familiar, comfortable warmth. Without conscious processing, she recognized it from fillyhood, when her mother would bake treats for her after school.
She came stumbling. Hollow sockets, bloodshot sclera, baggy eyes. On top of her unruly bedhead and exclusively black wardrobe, she gave the impression of a singer from some zompony punk rock band.
She'd taken to wear something a touch less family friendly than what she had the previous day - as if it was remotely family friendly to start with. It was her Hearts and Hooves, and she wore what she fucking wanted. Fuck you if you didn't like it.
Same gloves. Shorts exchanged for hoofless thigh highs. Broken chain collar, spiked horn ring and, to top it all off, a slim slingkini that covered her bigger-than-bottlecap nipples.
Her areola went naked.
...As did her pussy lips, the sling simply snuggling between them. She grinned as she half-recalled a few guards shifting their legs in her presence. They'd saluted her with worried faces and staggered salutes. "I want to keep looking," their eyes said, "But I also don't want to get executed."
Flurry would never do that of course. Her mother might!
She reached the lower floor, hooves clacking against crystal. Past the corner, poking her head, she saw Cadance in the kitchen.
Wearing nothing but an apron.
She dashed to and fro between various stations, with various items in hand. Sometimes wearing oven mitts, handling trays filled with dough or heart-shaped sugar cookies.
Once her blush faded, Flurry cleared her throat. "Hi."
Cadance jumped, fumbled, almost dropped the bowl she was mixing. "Oh! Good morning, dear." She closed the distance in the blink of an eye, mooshing Flurry into a canyon of love-colored cleavage. She let her go just as quick, returning to her work. Flurry's gaze lingered long on her ass. "I wasn't expecting you up so early."
Flurry glanced at the clock, then Cadance. "It's ten in the morning."
Cadance huffed. "Well usually you don't wake up until noon." She set the bowl down, formed the balls into flawless hearts with her magic, and placed them onto a freshly emptied sheet. "I've already finished a batch or two over there if you want some."
She pointed towards a table. Atop it draped a fancy red cloth. Atop that, a plate with cookies piled high. Flurry could smell them - the sugar, the cinnamon, the zest - and see the gentle steam visibly wafting off, up, and away.
Her stomach rumbled. Flashing Cadance a toothy grin, she went over. "Maybe I just missed your cookies that much."
"Awww, sweetieee~"
As Flurry picked up a cookie to examine, Cadance was there to deliver a peck.
"Ugh, moooom."
Cadance giggled. "Love you, baby."
Flurry grumbled a half-formed 'Love you, too' back before turning the cookie over.
The spice and zest Cadance put in turned what might be a typical sugar cookie color to a flushed pink, flecked with red, orange, and yellow. On top, she'd dumped a heaping helping of colored frosting and crystal sugar - a secret specialty courtesy of ancient crystal pony confectioners. Ponies said you could taste the facets in every crunch.
They were colored about as one might expect. All shades of pink and red, with the occasional violet or lavender.
One stood out among the rest. Where the other hearts pointed the right way, it pointed the opposite. It reminded Flurry of a spade.
Fitting, given the black color.
She placed the first cookie down, and reached for the 'spade', Pinched between thumb and forefinger, she turned it towards Cadance. "Is this one burnt or something?"
"Oh, that one! No, not at all. I made that one special, just for you."
"Oh." Flurry brought it back to her face, giving it a sniff. "Huh. Licorice. Thanks."
"Not a problem, sweetie." Cadance appeared at her back, pregnancy-fattened chestpillows consuming her shoulders. Her hands crossed at Flurry's waist, fingers pushing into tender spots that made her shudder. "It's the least I could do. In fact," she whispered, right against Flurry's ear.
"This right here." She tapped the cookie. "Is your Hearts and Hooves Day present. From me, with love."
Cadance then pulled away. Flurry's face scrunched, and she turned with a frown.
"Wait. Is this it? A cookie? That's all you did for me today?"
"There are the other cookies as well." Cadance smiled, notioning towards the packed platter. "You can eat as many as you want."
Flurry's frown did not abate. Cadance didn't seem to react either, which made Flurry's frown deepen. Was this a joke, or was she actually that stupid to think this was a worthy post-breakup pick-me-up?
She decided not to ask.
"Okay," she said, returning to her monotone. "I'll be in my room. Don't bother me."
"Sure thing, sweetie!" Cadance called, as Flurry disappeared up the stairs. "If you need anything later, I'll be in my chambers!"
Flurry ground her teeth, near stomping back to her room. She threw the door open, slammed it shut, and flung the cookie at her bed.
"Seriously?!" she screeched. "That's it! A fucking cookie! After all that fucking hype and that's what she gives me. A fucking cookie?!"
She yanked a pillow from the bed, stuffed her face in, and screamed. A few punches later, she felt the pillow had earned its fair share of abuse. Tossing it to the side, it slumped lifeless against the headboard, now a little sadder than before.
She found the cookie again, and snatched it with an angry fist. Glaring at it like poison, her grasp tightened.
"Should just crush you and throw you in the trash," she snarled. She prepared to do precisely that, even got it above her open trashcan.
She couldn't do it. Some ray of loving daughter managed to pierce through the dark clouds of broody bratness. Her face fell, and reflecting on the breakup, how she'd been ready to toss away something her mother put genuine care and effort into made her lower lip tremble.
She slapped her cheek. Hard.
No tears. Tears were for wussies.
Unless she was getting her throat deepfucked. Tears were basically inevitable then.
"Another day of breakup misery, another gaming session." She sighed, placing herself before her computer setup. She connected, taking the first bite at the same time.
"Oh fuck," she moaned. Her second bite followed. A third, a fourth. Her eyes rolled up from the taste, and somepony pressed to her door might think she was jilling herself crazy instead of eating a licorice spice cookie.
When she finished, she licked the smallest dollop and littlest crystal from her fingers. No crumb was spared.
She did actually feel a little better now. Maybe she could enjoy her new single life instead of lamenting it. Cozy rarely allowed her to fuck anyone else while they were together. She could go back to doing it again, constantly, like she had wanted.
"Mmm." She grabbed the right side of her slingkini, giving it a tug in such a way it ground her moistened folds. A happy croon followed, and she flicked her nipple with her other hand.
She reflected, her two unicorn friends had big horns in places other than their foreheads. Maybe she could meet up with them properly. Get to know each other better.
Her face flushed, and she felt herself starting to lose it. If she kept going, she'd lock herself in an edging state for the next who knew how long. Today, she actually wanted to play some games, so she reluctantly moved her hands to the keyboard and mouse.
She played for all of an hour before the horny returned. Stronger, too.
She satisfied the urge flicking her bean for a good thirty minutes, before bringing herself back to games.
She'd left all her porn tabs open, though. And it wasn't even half an hour this time before she closed the game altogether.
"So fucking horny," she whined. Her whole body burned, eager to be filled with more warmth. Among other things.
Other big, long, throbbing things.
She'd seen her friends' cocks before. One of them was Luster Dawn, Aunt Twilight's personal protege. She'd interacted with her a lot as a filly. The other she didn't remember quite as well.
But she'd still seen her dick. Both were huge monsters of a thing, longer than her arm and thick af to boot. If those two studs could piledrive her from opposite ends, she might die and go to heaven.
Videos. Music. Pictures. Fantasies born of her own brain. She rubbed to them as her mind melted, until the only thing she needed to continue touching herself was the fact she was touching herself.
Usually, she'd have the wherewithal to keep going. Stem the tide of orgasm. Pull away before it arrived.
She couldn't do that with this. It felt like heat, the real deal that left mares debilitated for days on end. Sweatily crossing out calendar days, marking the molasses-like passage of time. Soggy sheets, soggy pillows, soggy everything, and made so by a mix of fevered sweat and cunnysquirt.
She rolled over the edge, imagining herself as a marble tossed off by a windstorm. A pure, raw howl of pleasure ripped from her throat, and her violent spasms did her dutiful chair in. Lieutenant 303 made the honorable sacrifice for his Princess, as she practically seizured atop the wasted remains.
Deluge gushed from her pussy, splattering the floor and creating a wide, growing wider still puddle of scented maregoo. Somewhere down the line Flurry devolved into a growling beast, spit frothing between clenched teeth or laughing maniacally with her tongue out as she experienced the big o of a lifetime.
Her recovery lasted about the same length. Titanic tits heaving as two big ocean swells, she gathered her breath, sat up, and stood from her busted chair. She glanced to the clock, to see how long she'd lost herself for.
"Two minutes?!"
She balked. It felt like a fucking month she'd been cumming.
Whatever. At least she wasn't horny anym-
Wait.
No. No. She totally was.
Hornier, in fact.
By a lot.
She panted, tongue out. Sweat sprouted from and dripped against her face. As well as basically everywhere else.
If it was going to be this bad, she was going to need her bed. She hopped in, pulling covers aside and snatching her phone to browse. It was as she prepared to plunge in, pussy folds spread wide, that she noticed her clit.
She tilted her head. It looked... bigger?
She reached for it, errantly brushing her thumb. A startled gasp choked out, and she had a mini-orgasm on the spot.
"H-h-holy fuuuck you're sensitive."
She tested out to see if the same went for other parts. She tried her asshole, her labia, nipples, but got nothing.
"It's just my clit," she murmured. "Weird."
She tried touching it again, and avoided another orgasm this time. Whenever she touched it the button throbbed and pulsed and...
...got bigger?
She squinted, putting her thumb beside it for comparison. It was half as big as the nail now, where it used to be closer to her pinkie.
"That's so fucking weird, dude."
She shrugged, but made nothing of it. Her clit was bigger and more sensitive. So what? Maybe it was just from her being this horny, and it was kinda hot anyway 'tbh'.
Her masturbatory session renewed with vigor. Her room became a jungle in no time, her bed a swamp.
She focused all her attention on the clit, with how much better it felt than anything else. It made any chance of edging herself longer than a minute impossible, but that was fine. She didn't edge all the time like a degenerate loser.
You honestly couldn't tell the difference.
Her brain blanked out, leaving her unconscious for the changes that followed. Her clit never stopped growing. It stood out longer, thicker, hardened from a nub to a rod. Soon, Flurry was pumping it with a finger, then fingers, then a hand and beyond without ever realizing it.
The sensation of bumping into something thick, broad, and flat dredged her back to reality.
"Guggnh, fuwh." Groaning, her eyes refocused from the parading stream of hour-long PMVs on her phone. Through the haze, she made out the shape of her clit.
A clit as tall as her phone, with a suspiciously head-looking end.
"Whuh," she breathed, but couldn't stop touching. She watched with horror - and more than a little arousal - as it surged in her palm.
The texture changed, thin and delicate like skin. The flesh beneath hardened to steel, becoming a pipe of iron-tough maremeat. A part of her comprehended, even drowning under waves of fucklust, what was happening.
"Coooock," she moaned. I'm growing a fat marecoooock~"
She smiled like an idiot. Hadn't this been her wish? Her dream? To find some spell or somesuch other thing to grant her a royal pride of her own.
Now she had one. Was growing one.
"Bigger," she huffed. It was a hope, and to whatever affected her an order it obeyed. "Bigger! Longer, thicker, wider, veinierrrrrr..."
She wrapped both hands around her schlong. Big as her forearm now, swiftly darkening to the violet of her nips. Veins spiderwebbed across the surface, and each twitch and second between throbs urged more decadent plowflesh to spill out from her groin.
She couldn't see it, but she felt other things. Her slit sealing itself, inner anatomy rearranging. The folds drew up, expanded, formed into her brand new horse sheath. Her ovaries swelled, gorging themselves on whatever foreign magics had taken root. They moved lower, below her cock, bulged out and darkened.
The bigger they grew, the further they dropped. She wanted - needed - her sack to hang low, so it could bounce around and slap that cunt Cozy's freckled rump so hard it left angry red marks. Then she could squat her own fine fuckin' goth booty down, and t-bag the bitch's stupid cutsey face.
"Gryuhh, FUCK!" Flurry roared, and jerked her hips into her hands like it was a fleshlight. Explosive rivers of cum burst from her broad flare, spewing onto her sheets and drowning them in boiling white ballslag. More came, pouring down and plopping onto the floor, or landing all the way to her wall.
This climax had a quicker comedown than the big one prior. Delirious, she took hold of her glorious, chin-touching shaft and gave it a waggle. Spurts and drops shook free with the motion, spattering wherever, and she licked her lips at the sight.
She wanted to jerk off some more, but she refrained. Fun as this was, something gave this to her. If a pony managed to sneak anything in or cast a curse without her knowledge, her parents needed to know.
She teleported herself right in front of her mother's door, proud of herself that she'd managed to be so responsible. She placed a palm on either side of the chamber doors, breathed in, and pushed forward, expecting to find...
Her mother.
Laid out on the bed. Spread eagle, looking directly at her and wearing the sluttiest violet lace lingerie Flurry had seen in her porn-drenched years of life.
"What."
"Oh hello, Flurry." Flurry shuddered at the tone. Blistering hot, oozing succubus-level seduction. Her cock let loose a gob of pre. "I've been waiting for you."
"You have? Flurry swallowed. She resisted the urge to ogle her mother so openly, though she didn't know why. She'd already fingerblasted her other mom. Among other things.
Other things namely involving a strap-on.
"Oh yes." Cadance crawled onto all fours, towards the bed's edge, before standing. Each step closer felt like an eternity, one in which her new needy tool desired more than anything to plug deep inside, get flared, and never pull out. Cadance finished her catwalk by looming over her, then wrapping her into a tit-to-tit mother-daughter hug.
And surprise makeout session. Tongue included.
Flurry's spear jut upwards, lodged between to sets of Crystal Royalty treasure chests. Her nuts brewed, sack cinching up.
It was all she could do not to bust.
"Ahhhh~" Cadance broke the kiss, wound their swapped and swirled spit around her finger, then stuffed it inside Flurry's lips. "I'm happy to see you. Clearly," she giggled. "You're happy to see me as well."
On any other day, Flurry would have a retort. Some barb, jab, or snipe to prove herself the intellectual if not social superior.
She answered with a whimper.
"You don't need to say anything, honey. From now on, Mommy's going to take care of you." She leaned in, brushed lips with Flurry's. "I'll be your special somepony as much as you want, whenever you want."
She freed Flurry - to her disappointment - and returned to the bed. She resumed the same position, pulling aside her panties to expose a fat, juicy, plump fucking mommymuff Flurry had to breed right fucking now.
"However you want."
Flurry might have liked to say she debated this in her head. Did she really want this? Was it really reasonable for her mother to knowingly lace her 'special cookie' with something that made her grow a huge, horny, hole-greedy horsecock? Was incest on a basic, fundamental level ever truly ethically sound and consensual?
Yes. No. And maybe sometimes. Possibly in that order, possibly not.
But no. Suffice it to say, Flurry did not 'debate internally' or 'hold herself back'.
Not for a moment.
Like a spring, Flurry was on her. Hands and knees, crouched over her larger mother with two plus feet of unmitigated bitchbreaking shemale dickmeat poised to sow the seeds of bastard incestual fillies.
Flurry bit her mother's bra, pulling it off with a feral sound. Cadance made a squeak, that devolved into a squeal as teeth followed up the promise on mommy's milker.
Flurry guzzled, released with a pop and groan, then met Cadance's lusty eyes. "I wanna fuck you like I wanna fuck Cozy. I want her to fucking scream as I ruin her forever, then hear her beg for more."
Cadance stuck her legs in the air. "Then do it. Glue all three of my hooohhhhSHIITT."
Flurry punched right past Cadance's open canal, through the tunnel, and into her womb. The cervix? Oh, yeah. That didn't make it more than a second.
At the deepest, furthest part of Cadance's womb, the vague shape of Flurry's mast bulged out Cadance's tummy. Parted her tits, flare got between them. Their soft, velvet plushness cradled her dicktip as she fucked her mother, cooing or grunting as she slammed into a wall of MILF tits.
Flurry, legs spread, gathered herself into a squat. Her thrusts were wild, uncoordinated, unused to having a cock but the sheer mindfogged frenzy made that fact forgotten.
"You always told me you wished I had a cock!" Flurry took hold of her mother's ankles, pinning them in place as handholds. She bounced off Cadance's cunt, using the momentum to swing her thrusts forward with the force of her entire body. "Well guess what, bitch? I fucking have one now!"
Cadance grinned, pupils pinpricks. Saliva ran in frothy white rivers down her lips, over her chin, pooling in her cleavage. "Y-yeah! Is... i-is that true?"
"Yes.
Like drawing a log over earth, Flurry scraped her way out. Bums and ridges catching on fleshy folds, making both cry out in joined bliss.
"And!" Flurry yelled, plapping Cadance's double-wide lovebutt with every word. "Now! You'll! Never! Get! Any!"
Cadance moaned. Flurry hardly heard anything she said over the frantic plaplaplaplaplapplaplap of her blurring pelvis.
"Yes, baby! Fuck me hard! Ruin me! Ruin that fucking cunt bitch! Break her heart like she broke yours!"
"Hnngssshhh." Flurry's grunt devolved into a serpent's hiss. The bedframe creaked. Flurry knew the guards could hear them mate like rabbits, and she hoped they did. If any of them were sufficient for her standards, she'd plow them idiotic too.
"Get!" she roared. "Pregnant!"
Hips kissed for the ultimate time. Flesh slapped, rippled in trembling shockwaves visible only in slow-motion. Cadance came, in addition to however many times she'd covered her daughter's dominating dickhammer in MILF squirt previously.
Flurry sank to the root, buried hilt-deep in her marefriend's pussy.
Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.
It poured into her mother's womb. Like batter into a bowl, ready to be set in the oven.
Slugs of searing foalmaking syrup engorged Cadance's belly. The womb stretched, straining to contain as much hypervirile, ultrapotent marenutsludge as it possibly could.
The rest bubbled out, spat, and ran in sheets and rivers. It curved around the generous swell of Cadance's phat pink pony princess posterior, settled on and soaked into the bedcover.
"Ha... ha..." Flurry slid herself out, a sick ssschllluurggghhfPOP! followed by the guttural noises of backed-up spooge burbling out her mom's creampied broodhole. "Fucked... you... good."
Cadance, trembling, reached a hand down between her legs. She cupped it, scooped a handful of lumpy, slimy white, and shovelled it down her maw. She came from the taste, and the violence of her orgasm sent more love-filled daughtergoo spattering against Flurry's loins.
"Y-yes. Yes you did... Very good, my little snowpea~"
"But you're not done yet," Flurry added. She already knew the answer.
"No." Cadance hauled herself up, tore a designer breeding plug from a compartment unseen, and jammed it up her twat. A visible shiver rolled down her body, and when she stood she did so with wobbling knees.
Flurry tracked her as, totteringly, Cadance made her way to the grand closet. She tossed the doors open, cast a spell, and blue magic shimmered in the shape of a kneeling pony before it burst.
New sounds came to Flurry's ears. Buzzing. Crying. Mewling.
Muffled mewling.
But she was staring at the source of it. Her eyes bulged so wide she worried they'd pop and roll free, searching for a nice place somewhere in the Equestrian countryside to settle down and have an adorable little eyeball family.
"Cozy Glow." It was barely a whisper.
There she was. Her two days ex, kneeling, arms and wings pinned to her back, bit and bridle stuffed in her mouth, blinders forcing her attention forward.
She had a multitude of toys on her person. Electrified clamps on her nipples, buzzing vibes and multiple dildos in her snatch. Flurry imagined there were more in her asshole.
"Come, dear." Cadance beckoned with a finger, and Flurry stood without hesitation. She grinned, settling alongside her mother.
Cozy met her eyes with mixed emotions. Horny, mostly. But also regret, and more than a hint of fear.
"This is what you're missing out on, Cozy." Cadance placed a hand on Flurry's shoulder, the other grasping just beneath her flare. Flurry smirked, shunting her hips so it got dangerously close to Flurry's snout.
Flurry's heart fluttered in joy as Cozy attempted to lean forward, nostrils inhaling.
"And you're never gonna get any." Flurry undid the bit and bridle, letting Cozy speak.
She burst into warbling. "P-please! I'm sorry! I was so gosh darned mean I didn't..." She sniffed. "I didn't mean t-to hurt you, I just wanted a cock! Your cock!" She beamed, trying to give Flurry the smile she used to. "A-and now you have one! You can fuck me with it, fuck me ruined like you said! P-please? DOn't you want t-"
"Aaaand, no more of that." Flurry refastened the equipment. Facing away from Cozy, she laced her fingers with her lover's.
"Mom?"
"Yes, dear?"
Flurry pulled her towards the bed. Cadance let herself be thrown against it, and no words were communicated as they settled into doggystyle.
Flurry pulled her mother's tail aside. Exposed her succulent donut. Cozy sobbed in the background.
"I wanna try your ass next."