Pie Family Brothel


                                            > "I'll take him," the woman said, pointing at Igneous Rock.


                                            > Cloudy Quartz was a good mother.


                                            > That fact was at the heart of her self-conception, and her reasoning for everything she did.


                                            > Some, she knew, would have disputed that, but they hadn't been forced to make the choices she had. With her daughters having having transformed into perpetually randy strumpets with no care for their bedmates identity, she'd been forced to prevent them from making mistakes by fornicating with them herself; when that had proved insufficient, transforming Igneous had been the logical next move, or so she told herself. She was being a good mother. If she benefitted from it herself, well, that was entirely incidental.


                                            > Then, that accursed piece of pumice had taken control of the family, forcing them to worship it. Although thankful that her family had been freed from it's spell, they had been transformed into sexual parodies of themselves, which didn't even touch the mental effects.


                                            > Although Pinkie's mind had been largely unaffected apart from the increased libido, and Maud had eventually managed to recover well enough to even find a beau, their sisters weren't so lucky. Limestone refused to abandon her new persona of a BDSM Dom no matter what, and Marble was little more than a sexbot. If it weren't for the way they were willing to obey her -to a level she found slightly disturbing- she didn't know what she'd do!


                                            > As it was, she'd on the verge of losing it entirely when Pinkie's friend had proposed that she turn their home into a brothel. She'd been ready to refuse at first, of course, but then she had looked at her daughters -seen what they'd been reduced to- and had found that reluctance vanishing. The only objection she'd had then was legal, and then Pinkie's friend -she truly did owe that Twilight girl a debt- had pointed out the loophole of her not charging her patrons. Once that had been done, it was obvious what a good mother would do. And if she happened to help keep them prepared when her daughters were busy with other partners - well, that was only polite.


                                            > This, though, was a different matter entirely. Between her own needs and her daughters, Igneous hadn't needed to go elsewhere to satisfy his needs, even if he was now possessed of a perpetually erect length and the increased libidinousness to match.


                                            > But now, this slattern was asking to sleep with him. There was no excuse here, like when they were swinging with their friends Hondo and Cookie, no reason for her to say yes to this complete stranger.


                                            > So why did she want to say yes?


                                            > She couldn't deny the way it sent a thrill through her, to think of him being used that way; she was certain he'd do what she said - he was just as obedient to her whims as Marble and Limestone had become.


                                            > This was not something a good mother or wife would do. This was sort of action that would be taken only by a sexual deviant of the worst sort, a person who cared only for their own lusts, and would go to any lengths to sate them. Who would do the things she had done, not for the sake of her daughters, but purely for her own needs. Who would actively push her family into greater acts of depravity, rather than help restore them to normal. Someone who did such a thing would be incapable of denying it, of hiding the truth from themselves.


                                            > "Only if I get to watch."


                                            > Cloudy Quartz experienced the single greatest orgasm of her life as she said those words.


                                            > She was a whore, a madam, a woman of the night. A wanton woman, a nymphet, a floozy. A voyeur and a sexual deviant, who enjoyed dragging others into an abyss of sexuality and lust. And she had never been happier than when she admitted that truth to herself.


                                            > As she headed for the bedroom with her new patron, it occurred to the smiling strumpet that they had room for a for a few more whores at the home - and there were certainly enough people who'd be willing to visit it.


                                            > Yes, Cloudy thought, juices gushing down her thighs, her bordello's future certainly looked bright.