(MLO) Pinkiemom Finished GOOD_GUY DEC 31ST, 2013


                                            >Another aggravating month spent with Cloudy Quartz and Igneous Rock, your grandparents.

                                            >Pinkie Pie, that's your mom, was usually busy around this time of year and couldn't divide herself, as much as she wanted to, between you and work.

                                            >Igneous is a decrepit old rock farmer, yeah, a rock farmer.

                                            >You didn't even understand what that meant, you didn't think rocks needed to be grown.

                                            >Cloudy Quartz was your grandmother, she wasn't as on into her years as Igneous, they ran the rock farm together with an iron hoof with you as their primary work force.

                                            >You could hardly believe your bubbly mother came from such upbringings.

                                            >Tilling the fields, what was the point? You had been struggling with finding a point to things recently and it had been a downer for most of the ponies around you.

                                            >Pinkie and you were so different from each other, she always wanted to make ponies smile.

                                            >You? You would rather just be left alone.

                                            >These conflicting personalities, well, conflicted.

                                            >Your mother was always trying to make you smile and sadly for her, none of her plans ever worked.

                                            >Not even the ol' flour on the head gag.

                                            >You scratched at the ground haphazardly with the rake with little regard for whatever rock seeds laid underneath.

                                            >No seriously, what's the point of growing rocks? You weren't trying to be edgy and question Celestia's rule or anything, you just wanted to know why you needed to grow rocks.

                                            >You never got your answer.


                                            >Quite a walk later, you end up back at your mom's apartment.

                                            >She had been working pretty hard to get the both of you out of Sugarcube Corner.

                                            >The apartment complex was, actually, kind of nice.

                                            >Pinkie probably got some help from her parents, that would explain your indentured servitude.

                                            >It was nice to be out of Sugarcube Corner, you didn't have a problem with Pound Cake or Pumpkin Cake or anything.

                                            >In fact, they were pretty much family, you spent a good deal of your life growing up with the twins.

                                            >It was just nice having your own space.

                                            >You turn the knob and shoulder your way into your new home.

                                            >Darkness.

                                            Oh no...

                                            "SURPRISE!"

                                            >A pink blur assaults you, overtakes you, and finally, sits atop you.

                                            "NONNY! NONNY! YOU'LL NEVER BELIEVE IT!"

                                            >Your mother was ecstatic, nothing unusual there.

                                            >She yammered on about something, you ignored her and instead focused your attention on getting out from under her.

                                            >You rocked your body from right to left, Pinkie's weight kept you from budging.

                                            >Pinkie gestured wildly with her hooves, "-even Gummy's unavailable, he has a dentist appointment."

                                            Hey, mom?

                                            >Pinkie turned her head toward you, she flickered her eye lids quickly as she considered you.

                                            "Yes?"

                                            Do you mind getting off me?

                                            >Your mother somehow managed to lift you and herself off the ground using only her hind-legs, she placed you down and patted you on the head.

                                            >She flashed you an award-winning smile and looked at you expectantly.

                                            >You were impressed she could still pick you up, actually, nothing really impressed you anymore.

                                            >You brushed your hoof against your chest, wiping away the recent affection.

                                            >Looking up, you see your mother, she seems to be holding her reaction for you.

                                            What?

                                            >A large intake of air escapes your mother.

                                            "I said, I got time off of work to spend time with you! I'm throwing a party but nopony has shown up yet!" She gestured toward the kitchen table.

                                            >A cake, along with several other confectioneries decorate the table.

                                            Jeez...

                                            >You roll your eyes at the lavish display, your mom could turn any event into a party of some sort.

                                            Look, mom. I just want to go to bed right now.

                                            >Your mother snorts a laugh.

                                            "Go to bed? You just got home! It's party time!" Pinkie threw confetti in the air as she exclaimed, she must have been keeping the confetti in her hooves the whole time.

                                            >A large amount of confetti collected in your mane, you stared in bewilderment as your mother had a party by herself.

                                            >She danced, she sang, she had conversations with the other "party-goers".

                                            "Quite, I do believe that Nonny has yet to partake in any festivities!" She parroted a bag of flour, apparently responding to something another inanimate object said.

                                            >Pinkie's brilliant blue eyes fell on you, she trotted over and brought you on your hind-legs, she placed the bottoms of your hooves against hers.

                                            >She danced elegantly, even with you flailing undertow.

                                            >One thing pretty much everypony knew was that Pinkie partied.

                                            >A lot.

                                            >It was what she was good at, her cutie mark has three balloons to prove it.

                                            >But sometimes, Pinkie was too much.

                                            >Having a party right after working on the rock farm just wasn't for you.

                                            >Your mom twirled you particularly hard, releasing you from her grasp, you spun across the room and landed in a chair at the dinner table.

                                            "Look mom, I just want to relax." You shook your head, the dizzying spin left you in a daze.

                                            >You looked for your mom's reaction, but she had vanished.

                                            >You peered around the room searching for any sign of the party pony.

                                            "Relax?!?" Pinkie burst out from inside the cake, nearly giving you a heart attack.

                                            >The corners of her mouth began to frown, she stood in the center of the once beautiful cake.

                                            "Nonny, I never get to spend time with you. It's always work, or making ponies smile." She sat down, "You're the only pony I need to make smile."

                                            >As if that wasn't obvious, it seemed like your mom spent every waking moment trying to get you to smile.

                                            >Nothing ever worked, you didn't really understand how you were related to such a rambunctious mare.

                                            "And you never smile..." Pinkie looked rather upset.

                                            >She pawed some cake around as she moped.

                                            >You scowled as a certain smile attempt entered your mind.

                                            >Why did she dress up as a clown?

                                            >You shook the horrifying memory away.

                                            Just quit trying to make me smile, I think it would be in both of our best interests.

                                            >Annoyance hinted in your intonation.

                                            >Pinkie's ears slapped down at your words, her eyes welled up as she watched you.

                                            "Nonny..."

                                            >The waterworks never fooled you.

                                            >Pinkie bawled loudly as you trudged up the stairs to your room.

                                            >Finally.

                                            >Your room was your sanctuary, the one place nopony could bother you.

                                            >Even Pinkie knew not to trespass in here.

                                            >Trotting over to your desk, you put your headphones on as you lay down in your bed.

                                            >The thought of another day of your life with Pinkie exhausted you about as much as the darn rock farm.

                                            >You lay on your bed, a sigh escapes you as the cool, comforting covers assuage your stress.

                                            >A thought makes itself heard before sleep takes you.

                                            *Maybe I should apologize to mom when I wake up.*


                                            >Was Nonny serious?

                                            >The thought of never seeing your son's smile seared your chest.

                                            >You move a hoof to dab your eyes.

                                            >Frosting meets eye.

                                            >Once you get past the odd feeling, it isn't so bad.

                                            >You wipe away the tears and frosting.

                                            Nonny just needs to relax, maybe he'll smile if I can get him to relax?

                                            >Of course! Humor isn't everything after all!

                                            >You smile at the affirming thought.

                                            >You could picture EXACTLY how much Nonny would love this!


                                            Oh Nonny! I know how tired you must be, or course you don't want to party!

                                            >You stood on your hind-legs with one of your front-legs on your hips, shaking your head and waving your hoof from side to side.

                                            You couldn't possibly think that was how I was going to get you to smile! I have something much better planned!

                                            >You snicker confidently, posing with the edge of your hoof against your mouth

                                            >Anonpony turned to you, excitement present on his face.

                                            "You're so cool mom! What do you have planned?

                                            >Anonpony shrugs in an exaggerated fashion and he turns to an imaginary audience as he asks.

                                            >A drum-roll kicks off.

                                            >You stand assuredly as the drum-roll reaches its peak.

                                            A massage!

                                            >Nonny's eyes practically burst from his head.

                                            "How could you have known? That is the one thing that will make me smile no matter what!"


                                            >Nonny's smile.

                                            >The notion made you froth at the mouth in excitement.

                                            >It had been so long since you last saw Anonpony smile.

                                            >You creep up the stairs so as not to alert your son of the coming relaxation.

                                            >Standing outside your son's room, you recall a red-faced Anonpony exclaim.

                                            *"Stay out of my room!"*

                                            >How were you supposed to get him to smile if you couldn't get in his room?

                                            He probably won't stay mad for too long.

                                            >The door eases open, you flinch back expecting your son to shout.

                                            >Silence.

                                            >A sleuthy lean reveals that Anonpony is sound asleep with his headphones in.

                                            >You silently celebrate your good fortune with a hoof pump.

                                            >Still, this was Anonpony we're talking about.

                                            >Getting as low to the ground as you can, you begin inching your way towards your son's bed.

                                            >Anonpony's hind-leg kicks lightly causing you to freeze in place.

                                            >Small drops of sweat drip down your face, if Nonny wakes up YOU'RE TOAST!

                                            >Your son mutters something in his sleep and rolls over, facing you.

                                            >The piston in your chest sputters and halts.

                                            >Upon closer inspection, he's still out like a light.

                                            >Why were you getting so nervous?

                                            >He was sure to love this.

                                            >Finally, your nose bumps against the edge of your son's bed.

                                            >The eagle has landed.

                                            >Operation Smile is a go.

                                            >With absolute trepidation, you place a hoof on the corner of Anonpony's bed, then another, taking care not to stir your son's slumber.

                                            >You felt your heart race as you stood above your sleeping son.

                                            >For several moments you just stood above your son, watching his chest rise and fall.

                                            >You bit your lip, when was the last time Anonpony even let you hug him?

                                            >You sat your rump on the edge of Nonny's bed.

                                            >Anonpony was sleeping on his back, you weren't sure if you could even give him a massage from this angle.

                                            Hmmmmmmmm.

                                            >Swinging your hind-legs, you consider your options.

                                            >Anonpony needed to relax, you needed to give him a massage to get him to smile, his back is out of reach.

                                            >Massage what you can?

                                            >Narrowing your brow, you come to the conclusion that you should just work with what you got.

                                            >You weren't likely to get another chance at this.

                                            >You gingerly apply the bottoms of your hooves to your son's abdomen.

                                            >Mental Note: Study the spa ponies the next time you go with Rarity.

                                            >When did his fur get so soft? Probably around the time he decided he was going to be a grumpy-no-fun-son.

                                            >Realizing there was a lack of rubbing, you begin to caress your son's skin.

                                            >He sure was growing up, he was always really mature but now it's starting to dawn on you.

                                            >Soon he'll be fooling around with girls...

                                            ...

                                            >You halt your rubbing, the thought of your son with somepony made you wonder if he would smile for them.

                                            Wh-where did that thought come from?

                                            >Resuming your massage, you sputter nervously in a cheerful tone.

                                            >You marveled at the young colt beneath you.

                                            >It seemed like only yesterday you were cleaning his diapers.

                                            >Your hooves venture lower absent-mindedly as you reminisce.

                                            >You remembered how difficult the pound twins could be at times, you never had problems with Anonpony when he was there age.

                                            >He was your colt sitting down from heaven, he never fussed, always laughed...

                                            *bump*

                                            >What changed?

                                            *bump*

                                            >You just wanted to see his smile again.

                                            *bump*

                                            >What was so wrong with that?

                                            *bump*

                                            >You return to reality.

                                            >Was Nonny...

                                            >Smiling?

                                            >You felt your chest swell with joy.

                                            >You glance down to see your hooves inches away from your son's sheath.

                                            >His member was lolled out to the side, laying along his inner thigh.


                                            >Scootaloo fumbled with your genitals as you kissed.

                                            >You weren't sure how you had got in this situation but you were alright with it.

                                            >Suddenly, Scootaloo pushed you away.


                                            "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

                                            >Your mother's loud scream jolted you out of bed.

                                            >Your eyes flashed between your mother's face and your crotch.

                                            G-get out of my room!

                                            >You shout as you quickly conceal yourself under your pillow.

                                            "Iwasjusttryingto,Imean,yousaidtostoptryingtomakeyousmileand-"

                                            GET OUT!

                                            "Ok!"

                                            >She complied with a startled squeak.

                                            >A blur of pink was all she left behind as she flew out the door.

                                            >You loosened your death-grip on your pillow.

                                            >The pillow slid between your hind-legs, once again revealing just what made you a stallion.

                                            Celestia...

                                            >You curse your ruler's name, what was mom doing?

                                            >You glance down at your member.

                                            >She wasn't trying to...

                                            >Was she?

                                            >You blushed lightly.

                                            >You shook your head, quickly dispelling the lewd thought.

                                            >If anything, Pinkie came in, saw your erection, and ruined that awesome dream.

                                            >A loud sigh escapes you.

                                            >Was anything easy with Pinkie in your life?

                                            >That's twice you need to apologize to mom now.

                                            >Might as well get them out of the way.


                                            >Stupid, stupid, stupid!

                                            >You knew Anonpony didn't like anypony in his room, least of all you.

                                            >What possessed you to go in there? A massage?

                                            >It just might have worked if you hadn't started day-dreaming.

                                            >Anonpony seemed furious, it wasn't like that!

                                            >What if Anonpony got the wrong idea?

                                            >Good luck getting him to smile after this...

                                            >What if he hated you?

                                            >Your hair deflated at this, a gaping maw of depression engulfed you.

                                            "Mom."

                                            >Here he was, to spit at you.

                                            >You deserved it.

                                            Hey Anonpony, what's up?

                                            >The sound of your own voice felt like grating against your eardrum.

                                            >Your son scuffed his hoof against the ground and threw his head back.

                                            "Look, I'm really sorry about earlier."

                                            >What?

                                            "I was just upset about working on the rock farm, also, sorry about yelling at you in my room."

                                            >He spoke quickly, his tone hardly deviated as he spoke but the words lifted you right out of the maw.

                                            >Your hair responded quicker than you did, inflating to twice its size than returning to its original form.

                                            >You pounced on your son and peppered him with kisses.

                                            "C-come on mom..."

                                            You have no idea how worried I was, I thought I made you mad.

                                            "You did, I got over it."

                                            >He groaned underneath you.

                                            E-even what happened in your room?

                                            >You hopped off your son and awaited his response.

                                            >He shook his head.

                                            "You wouldn't have seen it if you didn't come in my room in the first place."

                                            >What was he talking about?

                                            "I can't get mad at you for seeing that, it wasn't your fault."

                                            >HE DOESN'T KNOW!?

                                            Ummmmmm.

                                            >You spun, putting your back to your son.

                                            >You chewed on your hoof nervously.

                                            >Anonpony's eyes narrowed at you.

                                            "Mom?"

                                            Hmmmmmm?

                                            >You craned your head to look at your son, your back still facing him.

                                            "What were you doing in my room?"

                                            >Anonpony stood as he asked, his tone was serious.

                                            W-well...

                                            >He raised an eyebrow at you.

                                            I-I thought I could get you to smile by helping you relax.

                                            >His eyes widened but he didn't speak.

                                            I went into your room and...

                                            >The last part stuck in your throat.

                                            >Anonpony continued to watch you, why was he so scary?

                                            Please don't be mad at me!

                                            >The tears practically fired out of your eyes as you leapt and grappled one of your son's hind-legs.

                                            I just wanted to see you smile.

                                            >For the first time, your son spoke.

                                            "Y-you know, there's probably better ways to try."

                                            >You shook your head, the tears continued to fall.

                                            Nothing ever works, you were smiling right before you woke up...

                                            >You took the fold of your front-leg and blew your nose into it.

                                            >You glance up to see Anonpony, his face was flushed.

                                            >Did he actually like the massage?

                                            "Would you really go that far just to see me smile?"

                                            >Anonpony didn't maintain eye-contact, instead, he seemed to have found something on the ground that required his attention.

                                            I would do anything for you, you're my baby!

                                            >You clutch your son close to your chest.

                                            >Anonpony was actually being lovable! He didn't fight your embrace.


                                            >What was going on? Was she serious? You had to make sure.

                                            Y-you're alright with doing something like that?

                                            >She pushed you away to look you in the eyes.

                                            >You quickly avoided her sight, she moved your face close to hers to get your attention.

                                            "I'll do whatever you want!"

                                            >Your eyes widened, you started coughing loudly.

                                            >She WAS serious!

                                            >She relinquished her grip and let you stand on your own.

                                            >This explained so much, all the smile attempts.

                                            >Boy was Pound going to be jealous

                                            "What's the matter?"

                                            >Nothing but concern laced her voice.

                                            N-nothing, ummmm. I-I think I'd like it if you laid down...

                                            >This was the test, if she stopped hear you would laugh it all off awkwardly and never speak of it again.

                                            "Okey-dokey-lokey!"

                                            >Pinkie folded her legs under herself as she laid down.

                                            >Your heart stopped, this was really happening.

                                            Maybe it would be better if you were facing that way?

                                            >You gesture in the opposite direction

                                            "Ooooh! I was just thinking that!"

                                            >She manages to spin without getting up at all, presenting her marehood to you.

                                            >Your mind was blank at this point, seeing your mother's marehood took away all your logic, all your refinement.

                                            "So... I mean, I know how this is going to make you smile, but could you-AH!"

                                            >You groped your mother's bottom, cutting her short.

                                            "Nonny? What are you doing back there?"

                                            >Pinkie playing coy excited you.

                                            >You dragged your hoof along her plump derriere, taking care around her cutie marks.

                                            "I get it now! It's mom's turn, huh?"

                                            >You pressed her cheeks together, hiding her sex between the pink orbs.

                                            "Hmmmmm."

                                            >Pinkie looks back as you continue your ministrations, a puzzled expression adorns her face.

                                            >You rub small circles into her fanny, taking care to inch closer and closer to her slit with each revolution.


                                            Y-you're sure spending a lot of time on my tushy...

                                            >Anonpony was giving a pretty weird massage, you didn't want to say anything though.

                                            >After all, you probably messed up your massage quite a bit too.

                                            >The stimulation on your backside wasn't going unnoticed however, you were ashamed at the heat culminating between your thighs.

                                            >It had been so long since anypony...

                                            >You recalled your son's member laying lazily on his thigh.

                                            >You clutched a hoof to your mouth, you almost moaned out!

                                            >Nonny wouldn't want you thinking about stuff like that, this just might make him smile! You had to power through this.

                                            >For his sake.

                                            >You turn back to your son and smile widely.


                                            "A-are you going to smile for me?"

                                            >A red streak illuminated her face as she turned to you.

                                            >You placed your lips on your mom's right butt cheek and sucked as much flesh into your mouth as you could.

                                            "Hah!"

                                            >Pinkie quickly clasped her mouth shut, her withers quivered and she splayed her hind-legs slightly.

                                            >You mouthed her rump, kissing her lightly when you remove her flesh from your mouth.

                                            "Th-hah~, this is a pretty weird massage Nonny."

                                            >You move your mouth just to the right of her panting orifice.

                                            >You kiss and lick lightly at her labia.

                                            "Ahh, Nonny!"

                                            >Pinkie covered her head with her front-legs as you assaulted her.

                                            >You took great care so that your tongue was just out of reach, much to the dismay of your mother.

                                            "Thi-this is definitely NOT how you, mmmmmmm, massage somepony..."

                                            >You lapped at her trembling pussy.

                                            >Pinkie shot up to her feet, her tail pointed at the ceiling.

                                            >She spun quickly, scooping you up in the process.

                                            >She darted into your room and threw you on your bed, mounting you in the process.

                                            "I'mreallysorrybabybutmommycan'tdothatanymore!"

                                            >Your mother hovered over you, her crotch mere inches away from your swaying dick.

                                            "I'mgonnastopbeforewedosomethingwereallyregr-AHHH!"

                                            >You position yourself at your mother's hole, she relaxes, causing your member to enter her.

                                            >Your mother's eyes locked onto the ceiling, her walls contracted and sucked on the intruder.

                                            >She bit her lip as she looked down at you, her gaze contained both defeat and lust.

                                            "I, mmmm, sure hope this makes you smile..."

                                            >Her cheeks were crimson as she spoke.

                                            >She delicately placed both of her front-hooves behind your head as she positioned herself.

                                            >Suddenly, she speared you deep into her with ludicrous speed.

                                            >She tossed her mane back, the wet slaps of your flesh reverberated through the apartment.

                                            >Eye contact felt strained, devoid of the passion that your bodies communicated to one another.

                                            "It's, hah, been sooooooooo long..."

                                            >Pinkie covered her face with her mane as she spoke, perhaps to block your view of her.

                                            >You eagerly rocked your hips against your mother's, out of sync with her thrusts.

                                            >A frustrated sigh escapes Pinkie as she raises her rump, ending your coital embrace.

                                            "Just let me do it..."

                                            >She turns away from you, flicking her tail against your snout in the process.

                                            >Her glistening flower is exposed to you as your mother positions you directly beneath her quivering sex.

                                            >She grasps your rod between both of her hooves to better guide you.

                                            >She descends prematurely, sliding your member against her other hole in the process.

                                            "Hmmmmmm~..."

                                            >Pinkie moans again, gratification just out of her reach.

                                            >She doesn't miss the second time, euphoria encapsulates your being as you mesh with your mother.

                                            >Once again, you press the edges of your hooves into your mother's rear, squeezing the jiggly cheeks together out of necessity.

                                            >Pinkie grapples your right front-leg with her tail, entwining the two of you.

                                            "I'mnotabadmom,I'mnotabadmom,I'mnotabad-hmmmmmmmm~"

                                            >Pinkie chants with each slam of her rump, a bubbling feeling lifts the fog that controlled your thoughts.

                                            Mom, I'm going to cum.

                                            >Pinkie snatches your blanket out from under you, she quickly wraps it around her head.

                                            >A small tuft of pink mane flows out the back, the lustrous curls bounce as your mother's thrusts are reinvigorated.

                                            "What?!"

                                            >Pinkie's shout wavers from under the blanket, her tail that had been entwined with you freed itself, it waved back and forth quickly across your chest.

                                            I-I'm about to c-

                                            "I-I can't hear you~!"

                                            >Your mother's usual sing-song voice was proliferated with lustful sighs and moans.

                                            >Again, her bottom slapped against you with new found force.

                                            >Finally, you couldn't take it any longer.

                                            >You remove your member from her, her thighs slacked as a small amount of lubricant followed your retreat.

                                            "Wh-what are you doing?"

                                            >Pinkie lifts her head, still wrapped in the blanket and whimpers.

                                            >Your hoof blazes along your length, the pressure threatening to overtake you entirely.

                                            >You gritted your teeth as you shot spurt after spurt unto the pillowy mounds.

                                            "Ahhhhhh."

                                            >Your mother's sigh almost sounded disappointed.

                                            >You collapse back, the muscles in your abdomen had been screaming at you, they finally got what they wanted.

                                            >Pinkie unwraps the blanket as she stands up, your seed still visible on her.

                                            "W-well, g'night!"

                                            >Your mother bolted out of your room, leaving you to wade in the afterglow.

                                            >You remained conscious long enough to plug your earphones in.


                                            Oh, no.

                                            >As if a heavy weight were suddenly thrust upon you, you slump against your son's door.

                                            >You admit you could go overboard sometimes, splurging too much on a party, putting too much frosting on cupcakes, loving your son too much...

                                            Nonny...

                                            >Emotions rampaged within you, a maelstrom of self-loathing twisted your innards into knots.

                                            >You could have stopped him, you should have stopped him.

                                            >The way that he touched you, it had been too long, the feel of a stallion was practically alien.

                                            >How could this have happened?

                                            >You slouch your shoulders as you sulk, dipping your head, you lament.

                                            >None of this would have happened if you didn't try to give him that massage.

                                            >The sound of Gummy's doggy door opening assuaged your troubled mind.

                                            >At least Gummy wouldn't judge.

                                            >With heavy legs, you trudge down the stairs to welcome the only alligator you wanted to see right now.

                                            Gummy? How was Colgate? She take good care of your teeth?

                                            >You peer into the kitchen but find no trace of the periodontal patient.

                                            >A wet snap on your hind-leg reveals the alligator's location.

                                            Haha, nice to see you too.

                                            >The gator clearly had work done, gauze was overflowing from the poor creature's mouth as it chewed fruitlessly on you.

                                            >With ease, you lift Gummy above you as you lay your back to the floor.

                                            I-I've got something to tell you Gummy, I-ummmm-I think I may have gone too far...

                                            >The small reptile blinked intermittently as you spoke, oblivious to your plight.

                                            I just really wanted to see him smile, y'know? He had the cutest smile, but now I ruined everything...

                                            >You squeezed Gummy to your chest, ponies didn't know it, but Gummy was the cuddliest pet in all of Equestria.

                                            >The cuddle treatment failed you, once again you were miserable.

                                            >If only you could just, mom your way back to being Anon's mom...

                                            >Suddenly, as if a switch had been flipped, you hoist Gummy into the air.

                                            That's it! Thanks, Gummy! You're a great listener.

                                            >You bolt out the kitchen, Operation Mom is a go.


                                            >You awake to the sound of, power tools?

                                            >The confines of your blanket cocoon loosen reluctantly as you stir.

                                            >The obnoxiously loud machine drilled incessantly, almost as if the very tool took pleasure in annoying you.

                                            >The comforting layer pooled around your legs as you stood up and made your way into the hall.

                                            >It felt like the drill was putting holes in your brain, the source of the offending noise appeared to be coming from the living room.

                                            >Sure enough, as you stroll into the living room, you are quickly pounced on by Pinkie.

                                            >She was wearing a worker's utility belt and a hard hat, the drill that has been tormenting you could be seen on top of...

                                            Wh-what did you do!?

                                            >In the living room sat a professionally made half-pipe, it would be impressive if it wasn't sitting in your living room of all places.

                                            >Pinkie giggled, a thin streak of red tinged her cheeks.

                                            "You said you always liked skateboarding, right? So I thought to myself, what would Anon love? It seemed obvious."

                                            >Pinkie bounced about as she spoke, clearly excited about your reaction.

                                            >When did you ever say you liked skateboarding?

                                            "Soooooooo, what do you think? Go ahead, give it a try!"

                                            >Pinkie picked you up effortlessly and threw you onto the new structure, she also produced a skateboard from, somewhere, and tossed it to you.

                                            Mom, I've never even skated before.

                                            >You had been worried about your relationship with your mother, for some reason, this random act comforted you slightly.

                                            >Pinkie was still Pinkie.

                                            "I know you'll love it, give it a shot!"

                                            >With great hesitance, you place two hooves on the rickety board.

                                            >You glance from your mother to the ramp, Pinkie bobs her head excitedly in anticipation.

                                            >You swallow a clump of fear and press forward on the skateboard.

                                            >For all of three seconds you understood the thrill of skating, and in another three seconds you understood the pain of it.

                                            >Almost instantly, you crash directly into the center of the half-pipe, all of your inertia meeting at the epicenter of the collision, your face.

                                            "Nonny!"

                                            >Pinkie rushed over and quickly assessed the damage.

                                            "I don't know what I was thinking, skateboarding? Jeez, are you ok?"

                                            >You rubbed your forehead.

                                            Yeah, I'm fine.

                                            >Pinkie smiled warmly at the news.

                                            "Oh, good!"

                                            >A sigh of relief.

                                            >Your mother turned away from you, it sounded as if she were murmuring to herself.

                                            "Well, skateboarding didn't work..."

                                            >You took this moment to survey the apartment.

                                            >Pretty much all of the furniture had been turned on their sides, likely to make room for the very sudden addition.

                                            >How did she make this so fast?

                                            >Pinkie continued to mutter to herself inaudibly, until she was struck with an idea.

                                            "I got it!"

                                            >Pinkie's eyes shined the way they shined when she was being "brilliant".

                                            "Now, I know you like games for sure."

                                            >Pinkie produced a hoof-made, game controller?

                                            "Here!"

                                            >She tossed you the controller before disappearing behind the television.

                                            >The controller was made from bits of left over wood from the half-pipe, there was a small cord connecting the controller to the back of your television set.

                                            >You sat dumbfounded in front of your television, Pinkie cleared her throat, did she want you to turn on the tv?

                                            >You obliged, turning on the tv you saw nothing but static, you tried humoring your mom.

                                            >A tap on the joystick made a small sprite of Pinkie appeared on your screen.

                                            What the...

                                            >Pressing buttons on the shoddy controller caused her to perform different actions.

                                            >Somersaults, pie throws, this was impossible.

                                            >Pinkie created a video game with wood and a cord.

                                            >You shook your head, tired of whatever shenanigans your mother was trying to pull.

                                            >You stand up and walk toward the tv, the sprite of Pinkie made a surprised expression before you shut the television off.

                                            >A labored Pinkie stood up from behind the tv, panting, whatever she had done must have taken some effort.

                                            "D-did you not, *gasp*, like it?"

                                            >A meek smile crossed her face.

                                            What's going on mom?

                                            >The sudden question seemed to have taken her off-guard.

                                            "What do you mean? Nothing's going on..."

                                            Is this some kind of "operation"?

                                            >Pinkie stood stock still, caught in the act.

                                            "..."

                                            Mom, what's the name of this "operation"?

                                            "Operation... mom..."

                                            >She scuffed her hoof along the ground, and gave you a timid smile.

                                            Operation...

                                            "Mom, yeah."

                                            >You lightly shook your head, it was always something with this pony.

                                            What was the objective of, ugh...

                                            >Saying the name of her scheme over and over made it sound like it had more validity than it really does.

                                            >Pinkie stood at attention, her hoof glued to her forehead in a salute.

                                            "It's top secret, sorry Nonny."

                                            >You sigh.

                                            Well, it looks like you need help, if you told me what you wanted to do, I could help you.

                                            >Pinkie seemed nervous about your assistance, opting instead to turn you around and present you the half-pipe again.

                                            "M-maybe you just need to try again, c'mon!"

                                            >You narrow your brow at your mother, there was no way you were going to be doing that again.

                                            "Heh."

                                            >You raised your eyebrow at Pinkie, the nut was starting to crack.

                                            >Pinkie glanced around the room in a panic before finally giving in.

                                            "A-alright! I'll tell you..."

                                            >Pinkie slumped her shoulders, her head was downcast in defeat.

                                            "Y-you know how, me and you, ugh, y'know..."

                                            >Pinkie was waving her hooves about as she spoke, she clanked them together while staring into your eyes.

                                            >At first you were slightly confused, you tilted your head just barely, a pensive look upon your face.

                                            >Pinkie cleared her throat.

                                            "We, um, when we went in your room after you were..."

                                            Oh.

                                            >The events she spoke of felt more like a dream than a reality, how had that happened? What had possessed you that day?

                                            "Right, well, Operation Mom was to return the Pinkie name back to good mom standing."

                                            >She puffed her chest out, obviously proud of her plan's objective.

                                            R-right. How does a half-pipe and, whatever you did to the tv, accomplish that?

                                            "W-well, those were the last two on the list..."

                                            What list?

                                            >Pinkie reached behind her and grabbed a vellum scroll, the scroll was so long that it appeared to wrap around itself indefinitely.

                                            >With a mighty heave, Pinkie unfurled the massive scroll, great waves of the material covered everything in sight.

                                            >You were caught under the torrent of paper.

                                            >The long arms of the scroll grappled with you, you popped your head out from within the pile, your mother stood a short distance away with the other end in her hoof.

                                            "-gliding, bowling, farming, dancing, *sigh* partying..."

                                            >You grasped at a length of the scroll and began to read.

                                            >Para-sailing, surfing, paint-ball? These all sounded familiar, next to each activity was a check box with a doodle of you smiling or frowning.

                                            >There was a check in every single frown box.

                                            >She had been keeping track.

                                            "Those were the last two."

                                            >She smiled, but it was all a facade, you could see she was torn up inside.

                                            "The only time you smiled..."

                                            M-mom.

                                            >Your mother turned her attention to you, her countenance tore into you like razors.

                                            "Yes?"

                                            I-I don't know what to say, I just, don't smile. It's not that I don't like you or something, I just-

                                            "It's okay, I still have you. You'll always be my laughing baby."

                                            >Why did she say that?

                                            M-mom, about last night.

                                            >She continued looking at the ground, you get the feeling your mom had been avoiding this subject.

                                            >You stared at her, waiting for her response, she didn't give any.

                                            I just want to start and say, I'm really sorry.

                                            >Still no reaction.

                                            I don't know what got a hold of me, I was having this, really weird dream and then, you were there.

                                            >Her swollen eyes finally greeted you from under her tangled mane.

                                            I-I'm not sure if what we did was right or wrong, I know that I do love you mom. I just, I can't smile for you.

                                            >Pinkie returned her gaze to the floor.

                                            "I-I love you too Nonny, so much."

                                            >She smiled warmly at you, but it quickly faltered.

                                            "I'm a bad mom."

                                            >Pinkie slumped in dejection.

                                            How could you say that?

                                            >You swiped a portion of the scroll that surrounded you.

                                            This is a testament to how great of a mom you are!

                                            >Pinkie looked at you with bewilderment.

                                            How many moms would be willing to do all these things? I mean, you have pretty much every activity possible down here.

                                            >You flicked the taut list with your hoof to make a point.

                                            How many mothers would have given up?

                                            >A fire burned in your chest.

                                            Nopony calls my mom a bad mom.

                                            >A long forgotten flame that was nearly snuffed by your negligence.

                                            Not even you.

                                            >Was rekindled.

                                            >Pinkie's confused eyes watched your tirade intently, when you were finished, she started laughing.

                                            "Oh, wow!"

                                            >Pinkie wiped away a tear, either from her earlier depressed mood or from the recent, abrupt laughter.

                                            "Hah, I needed that. Where have you been all this time?"

                                            >Pinkie brought her hoof around you, she embraced you, not like how you were accustomed, you didn't suffer from any broken bones.

                                            >She ran her hoof through your mane, like she used to when you were younger.

                                            "Even when you were a tiny-whiny-nonny, you always acted so serious. You would always say, "Somepony's gotta be around here!", do you remember that?"

                                            Y-yeah.

                                            "After you would say something like that, you would always start laughing. You had the most adorable smile..."

                                            Oh, c'mon mom...

                                            >She held you at arm's length.

                                            "Everypony thought so!"

                                            >Her eyes were so full of love, was she always thinking about this stuff?

                                            >Her features softened.

                                            "I tried doing everything I could to see that smile, just one more time."

                                            >Alright, here goes, this is for you mom.

                                            >You inhaled sharply as you braced yourself.

                                            >You scrunched your eyes shut tight, the corners of your lips wiggled.

                                            >You clenched your teeth and forced your eyebrows upward.

                                            "Wh-what are you doing?"

                                            I'mshtryingtoshmile.

                                            "Really?"

                                            >Pinkie continued to stare at, what most have been, a terrible smile.

                                            >You opened your eyes to see your mother's kind face.

                                            "Well, at least you tried."

                                            >She nuzzled you into her chest again.

                                            >For a while, you two just sat there, the apartment was in chaos, power tools strewn about, a half-pipe in the kitchen, the long scroll still laid haphazardly on the ground.

                                            >None of that mattered, you forgot how warm your mom could be, how soft she was.

                                            >She nudged you slightly, you tilted your chin up against her chest to look at her.

                                            >Her eyes, those iridescent globes captivated you like they never had before. They flecked with every shade of blue imaginable, they were so full of love, and they were on you.

                                            >You felt your face grow hot, but you remained in her gaze.

                                            >The dainty covers of her eyelids slowly rose and fell as she inspected you.

                                            Mom...

                                            "I know there's one thing that will make you smile..."

                                            >Your blush spread across your entire face, Pinkie stood slow and deliberately, holding your hoof in her own.

                                            A-are you sure about this?

                                            >Barely a stammer escaped you, what was going on? The mood completely changed, Pinkie's tone was hushed, almost coquettish.

                                            >She trotted slowly, she lightly tugged you to your feet, she met resistance when she made her way to the stairs.

                                            >Pinkie looked back at you as you stood at the bottom of the steps, you hung your head to avoid her eyes.

                                            "Nonny?"

                                            >Her hushed tone was replaced with a voice of concern.

                                            Mom, I-I, we've already gone so far. You don't have to do this for me.

                                            >Pinkie stood a step or two above you, she listened intently before making her way toward you.

                                            >She sat on the first step, you looked up at her and you were met with her lips upon yours.

                                            >A quick peck and Pinkie retracted.

                                            >She smiled at you, she didn't speak, Pinkie tugged at your hoof again, guiding you up the stairs after her.

                                            >You reach the top of the steps and start heading in the direction of your room.

                                            >You snagged as Pinkie guides you in the opposite direction.

                                            "This way..."

                                            >Pinkie's bedroom, you respected your mom's personal space so you've only ever been here a hooful of times.

                                            >It's not what you would normally expect, no streamers, no balloons, just a queen-sized bed and a nightstand with several framed photographs.

                                            >Pinkie released you as she climbed atop her bed, she patted a spot next to her with her hoof, signaling you to sit beside her.

                                            >You sat timidly next to your mother, this wasn't like before at all, Pinkie was taking charge this time around.

                                            "So, the last time you smiled... who were you thinking about?"

                                            >The question took you by surprise, how had she known?

                                            Ummm, Scootaloo.

                                            >She smiled.

                                            "She's cute, do you like her?"

                                            I don't know.

                                            "Well, I think I came up with something that just might work."

                                            >You looked at your mother nervously, what did she have planned now? This wasn't going to be a normal Pinkie plan, you could just tell.

                                            >Pinkie giggled softly, she tilted your chin up, her face hovered by yours, her eyes were shut lightly, her lips parted.

                                            >You moved your head close to hers, your lips were so close but they didn't make contact, your lips shivered lightly as Pinkie kissed them.

                                            >She didn't use her tongue, her lips gingerly brushed against your own.

                                            >Pinkie's hoof moved between your legs, she delicately rubbed your sheathe.

                                            >Your mother coaxed your member out with slow, almost painful, strokes.

                                            >Pinkie broke the light kissing with a giggle.

                                            "Oh, I hope you like this."

                                            >You watched as Pinkie took a blanket and adorned herself with it, all you could see were her hoofs, just below the edges of the blanket.

                                            "Now you can think of anypony you want!"

                                            What?

                                            "Let me show you..."

                                            >The pile of blanket laid on the bed, it draped over your crotch, then suddenly you felt indescribable pleasure.

                                            >You felt moist walls envelop you, a hot muscle worked it's way along your length.

                                            Ahhhh, hahhh.

                                            >Pinkie encircled the head of your cock with her tongue, eliciting even more moans from you.

                                            >Pinkie eased you out of her mouth, taking care to lick and kiss around the ring of your cock.

                                            "Hah, mmmmmm."

                                            >She began stroking you under the blanket, she sucked on the head of your cock while jerking you into her mouth.

                                            Celestia, that feels so good mo-

                                            "Shhhhh!"

                                            >Pinkie halted her ministrations, the blanket mass stood above you, giving you small glimpses of the pink pony underneath.

                                            >Pinkie rolled onto her back, somehow keeping her visage covered in the process.

                                            >From out under the blankets, Pinkie presented her marehood to you, she pulled her lips apart revealing her dainty hooves.

                                            >You marveled at the beauty, your mom hiding herself made seeing any amount of her flesh exciting.

                                            >Without much thought, you plunged your head forward, you hurriedly lapped at the orifice.

                                            "Ah-mmmmmmmmmmmph!"

                                            >Pinkie bit into the blanket, you could hardly control your desire, your mother tasted incredible, Pinkie rocked her hips back and forth as your mouth traveled along her slit.

                                            >Your tongue probed at her entrance, the soft walls contoured around the infiltrating muscle, her marehood sucked on your tongue desperately, as if clinging on for life.

                                            >Pinkie wanted you to feel good, she wanted you happy, she was willing to have sex with you and even pretend to be somepony else.

                                            "Hah, ahhh..."

                                            >Her cries of pleasure stoked the fire in your stomach, you made your decision.

                                            >You whip the blanket off of you mother, a crimson faced Pinkie lied beneath you.

                                            "Eeep!"

                                            >She snatched a corner of the blanket and hid her face, she crossed her legs in order to cover herself from you.

                                            Mom.

                                            >Unresponsive, you pull the blanket away from her face.

                                            >Pinkie gasped, she was breathing heavily under your gaze, she was also sweating quite a bit.

                                            "N-nonny, what are you doing?"

                                            >She managed out between breaths.

                                            I-I want to see you...

                                            >Pinkie's ears stood sharp on end, her eyes, those beautiful eyes opened wide, she gasped out.

                                            "E-even though I'm..."

                                            >She seemed to ponder for a second.

                                            "What about Scootaloo? Wouldn't you rather think about her?"

                                            >You shook your head.

                                            I just want to be here, with you...

                                            >Pinkie still looked slightly worried, she glanced around the room as she evaluated the situation.

                                            >A small laugh came from her.

                                            "Alright, Nonny. I'm here..."

                                            >She gave you a wink, an innocent wink, but one that set you off.

                                            >Your desires peaked, you fervently pressed your lips against your mother's and clumsily positioned yourself at her entrance.

                                            >You couldn't quite make it into her, your animalistic impulses simply did not possess enough finesse, so close yet so far from satisfaction.

                                            "Hah, oh Nonny..."

                                            >The two of you kissed passionately, you continued to blindly poke at her entrance until a calm hoof settled you.

                                            "H-hold on, here let me..."

                                            >Her hoof gripped your length, she moved you across her lips once before plunging you in.

                                            "Mmmmm, AHhhhhhhhhhhh!"

                                            Ugh...

                                            >Heat surrounded you and you were entwined once again with your mother, you looked into her eyes, those eyes you were finding yourself in, this was different from last time.

                                            Mom...

                                            >Those eyes, they were devoid of this love the last time you were together like this.

                                            >Pinkie opened her arms out to you, complete affection and love for you radiated from her.

                                            "Nonny..."

                                            >You embraced your mother, hilting inside of her in the process.

                                            "Ah!"

                                            Hah!

                                            >She kissed you deeply as your hips thrust gently against her.

                                            >She held you tight, each pump into her slipped you both further and further into a world absent of distractions.

                                            >All you saw, all you heard, everything under Celestia's sun, nothing could compare to her.

                                            >The pink pony beneath you, the one who brought you into this world, was entwined with you, entwined in an embrace that threatened to never be broken.

                                            "I... hah!"

                                            >Pinkie brought a hoof to your face, your slow deliberate thrusts were bringing her closer to release.

                                            "I, l-love..."

                                            >Your heart was beating a mile a minute, you had never been so aware of your own body before.

                                            "I love you, Nonny!"

                                            >Pinkie's form went stiff, she gripped you tightly with her hind-legs, holding you within her.

                                            "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!"

                                            >Lubricant swathed around inside her, her walls pulled and sucked upon you.

                                            >Pinkie's eyes were shut tight as she rode out her orgasm, her burning orifice wasn't finished with you however.

                                            >As Pinkie climaxed, her marehood did everything in its power to bring you to climax as well.

                                            >What little resistance you put up was being melted away by the sheer pleasure and love you were experiencing.

                                            >You let go, releasing yourself to the pleasure you were warding off.

                                            Mom, I love you!

                                            >You fired into your mother the solution to her ache, her warm walls were coated with your seed.

                                            >A powerful orgasm overtook you, intense pleasure, almost flirting with pain, coursed through you.

                                            >Your mother laid there, panting from the incredible love-making you both took part in.

                                            >The feelings washed over you as the last of your orgasm sputtered out.

                                            >You collapsed across from your mother, her warm aura encapsulated you both.

                                            So, warm...

                                            >She was still out of breath, she supported herself with her forearm and she looked over at you.

                                            "N-Nonny! You're smiling!"

                                            Wh-what?

                                            >It was true, the expression donning your face felt natural, and not at all forced like earlier.

                                            "I didn't even plan it out this way, oh..."

                                            >She held you in her arms, was that why you never smiled? Had you always felt this way?

                                            >You take another look at your mother as she doted over you, there was a glow about her, one that was hard to see but it was there.

                                            >You start to remember a particular moment when you were younger.


                                            Mom, I'm gonna marry you and there's no ifs, ands, or buts about it!

                                            >You puffed out your small chest, a wide grin engulfed your face.

                                            Pumpkin: "Eww, that's your mom Anon!"

                                            >You stuck your tongue out at the young filly and she returned the sentiment before running off.

                                            >Mr. and Mrs. Cake d'awwed in unison, Pinkie lifted you into the air.

                                            "You promise?"

                                            >She smiled wide at you, you loved seeing her smile, you loved being around her.

                                            Yeah!

                                            "Nonny!"

                                            >Pinkie rolled around with you on the ground, giggling and laughing uncontrollably.


                                            >The memory bothered you, and you weren't sure why.

                                            Hey, mom?

                                            >Pinkie wiped away a tear, when did that get there?

                                            "Yes?"

                                            Do you remember a promise? Something I said when I was younger?

                                            >Pinkie's brow raised slightly, was she surprised you remembered?

                                            "Haha, oh Nonny, you were so young and cute back then. Not that you're not young and cute now!"

                                            >You hung your head slightly, why had you denied these emotions? You put your mom in so much pain.

                                            I'm sorry, mom...

                                            >Pinkie noticed your change in tone, the mood had changed again.

                                            "Sorry for what?"

                                            I've been such a jerk, I think I always felt this way and I didn't know how to handle it.

                                            >Pinkie listened intently.

                                            I wish I could take the last few years back, I wish I could be your smiling colt again.

                                            >Pinkie nuzzled her snout against yours.

                                            "Oh, Nonny!"

                                            >You looked at your mom with a puzzled expression.

                                            "I wouldn't change a thing about you!" Pinkie's cheeks grew red again, "And besides, I don't think any of this would have happened otherwise~."

                                            >She kisses you intimately, the contact made your chest burn.

                                            >You loved your mother, and it seemed like Pinkie loved you back.

                                            >She was your life, she had done everything for you, from being your mother to your lover.

                                            I love you, mom.

                                            "I love you more."


                                            ~End~


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