(MLO) The Great and Powerful Mommy


                                            >You are Anonymous

                                            >Not the concept of being unknown, though you're quite that as well

                                            >And technically, Anonymous wasn't your full name either

                                            >Officially, on your birth certificate, you're "Anonymous Pendratt Lulamoon"

                                            >Your mother always had a taste for the strange and the flamboyant

                                            >You had worked with, well for, her ever since she had decided to go back on the road, about a month after you began walking

                                            >So your childhood had been taken up by working for your mother in her stage shows, working the curtains, pyrotechnics, and other effects in the show

                                            >You had even earned your cutie mark doing it, an exploding Romane Candle

                                            >But even after that, you still stuck with her, working behind the scenes to make her show all the more amazing

                                            >There was only one thing you didn't like about your mom

                                            >"Oh Anon! The Great and Powerful Trixie requires supper for her and her stallionfriend!"

                                            >Okay, maybe three things

                                            "What would you like to eat mo- oh Great and Powerful Trixie?"

                                            >She gave you a smirk that drove you to a red haze every time

                                            >"Make us a salad with sunflower seeds, and don't dare skimp on the seeds, Trixie will know if you do!"

                                            >You sigh, she never actually could tell, but you figure her stallionfriend wouldn't notice

                                            >He was more of a toy than anything else anyway, it wasn't like you'd ever see him again

                                            >But that was how your mother was, do a show, go to the bars, bring home a random stallion while half-drunk, then raid the liquor cabinet in your shared wagon

                                            >She had bought a larger one a while back, but there still weren't any walls for insulation

                                            >Of course that meant, in the morning, you could always get your revenge by playing loud music

                                            >You were passive-aggressive that way

                                            >Maybe that was why you never told your mother that you were in love with her

                                            >Never told her that she makes you worry when she comes home half-drunk with another stallion every other night

                                            >Never explained why you did absolutely everything she asked of you without questioning why, no matter how ridiculous

                                            >So you went into the small kitchen and eavesdropped on the pair conversing as you prepared their meal

                                            >You never ate at the same time as your mother, thanks to your odd sleeping schedule

                                            >As you cook, you reflect back on the way your mother acted towards you in the past couple of years

                                            >You had recently gone through puberty, along with everything that it entails

                                            >As soon as your mother found out, she started teasing you endlessly

                                            >Wearing suggestive clothes around the house

                                            >Asking you to dry her off after a shower

                                            >Shimmying her plot in such a way when you two walked together, that you caught glimpses of her vagina past her tail

                                            >It always sent you into a tizzy, no matter how many times she'd done it

                                            >And you knew why she did it

                                            >It was because you both knew that you were too much of a pussy to do anything about it besides clop when she wasn't around

                                            >But that was all about to change

                                            >You bring the couple their salad along with a bottle of cheap alcohol

                                            >But you had slipped a couple teaspoons of saltpeter into the bottle when you had opened it

                                            >You nodded to both of them, then left the wagon to let them do their business

                                            >It was better for you to not be there when it happened, though they might have a hard time with a combination of liquor and saltpeter in that stallions system

                                            >You grin to yourself, impressed at your own resistence to your mothers actions, however passive

                                            >But you knew it couldn't last forever, sooner or later you'd have to confront her

                                            >But later was fine for now

                                            >A carriage driver nearly runs you down and snaps you back to the present as he yells at you in some language you don't know

                                            >You had travelled fairly far north with your mother, far away from Ponyville to the cold plains of Stalliongrad

                                            >As far as you could tell, there were only two attractive things about this place

                                            >Beautiful architecture and cheap liquor

                                            >And as you walked down the street, levitating a bottle in front of you that you would occasionally take sips from, you were able to partake in both

                                            >You passed by a massive temple, festooned with towering minarets and a huge, scarlet dome in the center

                                            >The plaque said it was the cathedral of St. Equus, a pony that had been martyred attempting to save the lives of a family of Lunar loyalists during the rebellion over a thousand years ago

                                            >The Solar soldiers here had been extreme hardliners and were executing Lunar loyalists in the streets as an example to others

                                            >When Equus had seen a family with three foals dragged into the street in front of his house, he had taken action

                                            >He had gone and confronted the captain, saying he could vouch for their loyalty and morality

                                            >The captain had ignored him and ordered the family executed, to which Equus took great exception

                                            >He stepped between the guards and the family, telling them that to kill the family, they'd have to kill him, a Solar hardliner

                                            >The guards didn't even hesitate to kill him as soon as he had finished speaking

                                            >His death had caused massive riots, and when Celestia had heard of why the ponies were rioting, she came to Stalliongrad herself and dedicated a memorial to the brave pony that had looked out for the safety of others at the cost of his own life

                                            >When Celestia had been revered as a goddess later and the cathedral built, the memorial had been moved inside and placed beside the altar

                                            >And you threw your now empty bottle of cheap alcohol at the gates

                                            >You were quite drunk of course, but you were sober enough to realize it was a mistake as soon as the bottle left your grip

                                            >A pair of police ponies gave chase right away, and you tore through the streets ahead of them, laughing from adrenalin

                                            >You eventually lost them and trotted back to the trailer

                                            >It had been a good few hours since you had left, so you figured that would be enough time for your mother to be finished with the useless stallion

                                            >As you opened the door, your thoughts were justified, but the sight that greeted you was not

                                            >Your mother was alone at the table, a half-empty bottle of the hardest liquor you two had sitting in front of her

                                            >You trotted over to her, dertermined to figure out what had transpired to leave her in such a state

                                            >You place a hoof on her shuddering withers and speak up

                                            "What's wrong mom?"

                                            >Her head turns to you and it's immediately clear she's not had a good night

                                            >Her eyes are bloodshot, her cheeks stained with tear streaks, and her chin and chest coated with patches of the liquor she was drinking

                                            >She had been crying, and drinking far more than usual

                                            >"I-I mean, the Great an' Powerful Trixie was rejected by that plebian mule she brought home!"

                                            >Her words are slurring a bit from drunkeness, but you can understand her at least

                                            >"What a fool, he was losing out on all this!"

                                            >She drunkenly gestures to her body, shimmying in place to complete the effect

                                            "He must have been an idiot. Who wouldn't want you, mom?"

                                            >A smile breaks out on her face and she takes another swig of the alcohol

                                            >You grin back and nuzzle against her booze stained coat, trying to swing her depressed mood around

                                            >"Y'know Anonymous, ever since you grew up, you got handsome. You remind me of your dad, and maybe that's why I tease you so much."

                                            >She sighs and nuzzles you back and nibbles at your ear

                                            >"He left after you were born. Guess he just couldn't handle the Great and Powerful Trixie."

                                            >You can see this is all leading somewhere

                                            >And for you, it's a dream come true

                                            >You had been on the road with her since you were born, and she was the only pony you had ever truly loved

                                            >And now she was returning that feeling

                                            >Sure she was drunk, but what did it matter?

                                            >She probably wouldn't remember any of this tomorrow, so you may as well take advantage of it while you can

                                            >"I wonder if I'll ever find a stallion that can handle everything that Trixie has to off--"

                                            >You cut her off with a kiss, your tongue invading her mouth and caressing the orifice

                                            >You taste the alcohol she's been drinking, the salad you made for her

                                            >And you can almost taste her lust as she returns the kiss, her own tongue wrestling with yours

                                            >Her magic engulfs your body and practically throws you onto her bed, the larger of the two in your home

                                            >She slowly trots over, her magic holding you in place as she sheds her usual cape and hat

                                            >"Trixie has wanted this for a long time, so you had better not disappoint her!"

                                            >You nod solemnly, deciding to not make a sound and just let her talk

                                            >Though your decision may have been influenced by the magical gag your mother had put on you

                                            >She straddles you, her hot, winking vagina pressing on your rapidly growing erection

                                            >The heat pouring from her plot tells you that she's in estrus

                                            >You may have cared, were you not so taken with lust

                                            >You've already reached full mast and she starts grinding on your shaft, sliding her wet vulva back and forth, lubing you up

                                            >"Oh, you've grown up so big! I wonder what you taste like."

                                            >Your dick twitches, her words arousing you even further

                                            >She moans at the movement, but slides off and lifts your member so it stands straight up

                                            >"You should be glad that Trixie is feeling so kind on this auspicious night. It is her birthday after all!"

                                            >Oh shit, you had totally forgotten

                                            >Of course, right now you were too occupied to care, you'd take care of it some other time

                                            >Trixie takes the flare of your cock into her mouth and slides down the shaft

                                            >Without even flinching, she begins deep throating you

                                            >Sliding in and out of her warm throat was driving you mad, and you start thrusting in time with her bobbing

                                            >But before you can cum, she slides your dick out of her mouth with a pop and smiles at you

                                            >"Ah, ah ah, not yet. Trixie hasn't had hers!"

                                            >Your instincts take over in a flash, and before you can stop yourself, you've destroyed the spell keeping you in place and silent

                                            >You push her onto her back and slam your member into her marehood

                                            >She cries out at the sudden violation, but is soon moaning as you rut her

                                            >You use your magic and stimulate her winking clit as your stallionhood slams in and out of her pussy

                                            >Her juices soak both of your crotches as she orgasms from the overstimulation

                                            >Her contractions drive you wild and your pace speeds up

                                            >The force you're using is probably enough to leave bruises, but you're far too deep in ecstasy to care

                                            >You can feel yourself approaching orgasm rapidly

                                            "Mom, I'm gonna cum!"

                                            >She manages to speak between pants

                                            >"Yes, cum for mommy! Fill her up with your seed!"

                                            >Well, you can't ignore an invitation like that

                                            >You shoot your load inside of her, squirting directly into her womb with your seed

                                            >You slow your thrusts and she stops grinding on you

                                            >Both of you look at each other, panting in exhaustion

                                            >Finally, your mother reaches up and pulls your muzzle to hers, locking your lips in a kiss that holds more meaning that just lust

                                            >And you return it with just the same amount of feeling

                                            >You pull out of her and wrap your hooves around her body, spooning her

                                            >Together, you both use magic to pull the stained covers over top of you

                                            "I love you, mom."

                                            >As you fall asleep with her in your arms, you hear her speak and feel her kiss the tip of your horn

                                            >"Trixie love you too, Anonymous. I love you, son."