>You awake to dim morning light faintly lighting your bedroom like a candle.
>Odd, you don’t usually wake this early on a Sunday.
>You feel a strange excited tingling in the pit of your stomach, as though your body’s senses were trying to tell you something.
>You feel energized and blessed with a divine sense of purpose in your life for the first time.
>There’s no struggling or groaning as you sit up in bed, wondering what it is you’re supposed to do today.
>You certainly feel that you have an important duty.
>You wonder what it could be as your eyes drift over to the calendar.
>Then you do a double take.
>Today’s date has been ripped out.
>You get up, examine the edges and lines of the tears on the calendar, and confirm that it was certainly ripped out by someone.
>Perhaps Fluttershy did it during one of her more unusual fetish events and you didn’t notice until now.
>But the mysterious excision of the date only strengthens your resolve that something about this day is important.
>You cross the room and open the window that looks out on Main Street in Ponyville.
>The town pops out to you alive with mild color and the warm scent of vanilla.
>Ponies in their best dress are all walking together in groups, usually centered on an older mare.
>They situate themselves in long lines going out the door of the crowded cafes along the street, and they’re all accosted by young fillies and suave stallions with baskets full of flowers for sale.
>Everyone has their flowers set out beneath their windows and all the lampposts have been tied with gaily-colored ribbons and lace.
>Even the edges of your vision seem frilly.
>The excitement of your street seems general all over Ponyville.
>It’s clear now that your special feelings this morning are misled.
>It’s the day itself that is special.
>Just then Derpy Hooves, holding a wicker basket of muffins in her mouth, and her daughter Dinky approach one of the busy lines.
>“Free muffins for all Mother’s Day mommies,” Dinky says. “Courtesy of my mommy.”
>Mother’s Day!
>With that knowledge you feel an instantaneous change taking you over, coming up from your feet, filling your center, and finally blessing your body, mind and soul with purpose.
>Now you know what you must do.
>You strip quickly and jump in the shower, where you make sure to scrub every inch of your body.
>After you’re dry you look your face over in the mirror: nice and smooth: no need for a shave.
>You open the cabinet on the wall and search until you find it: Old Spice.
>It was in the way back, behind all your bathroom supplies, folded towels, shampoos, soaps, air fresheners, and your stick of regular deodorant.
>You apply the Old Spice and it tickles with a sweet, sexy burn.
>You discard your suits and instead put on a maroon button up, grey slacks, and an oblong pair of black shoes.
>Then, after slicking your hair back, you look yourself over in the mirror.
>Pretty good.
>Not so much from the side.
>Getting kind of fatty above the waist.
>Don’t let anyone see you in profile.
>But somehow it’s not finished yet.
>Ah, remembering now.
>You lift your pillow and find a pair of black sunglasses there waiting for you, as though you knew you would need them.
>Once you put them on the transformation within you feels complete.
>You know what your purpose is and there are no inner inhibitions or obstacles that can stop you now.
>No time to lose.
>Go, now!
>You feel your heart stirring with passion and you cry aloud.
>As you pass the mirror you stop, snap both fingers and point at your smiling reflection.
I’m getting laid today.
>You pump your fists over your head and run out the door, all while screaming only one word, your destiny:
MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS!

>Because the room they’re in has no light besides that coming from the candles on the table, Velvet can hardly see the salad dinner her daughter made for her.
>But she still looks it over best she can and says:
>“Oh, this all looks wonderful, Twilight.”
>“Thanks, mom,” Twilight says. “I spent all night trying to get it just right so you’d like it.”
>“I’m sure I’ll like it. I’m just glad that I get to spend some time with you.”
>“Even if it is in one of the subterranean crystal catacombs of my castle?”
>“Hey, we’re eating somewhere that’s away from the rat race going on outside. That’s something.”
>“I just wanted to make sure that there were no surprise visits.”
>Twilight glowers at the table.
>“Not like last year.”
>“Oh, dear, I’m sure that—”
>Twilight looks over her shoulder.
>“What was that?” Twilight says, her ear twitching, straining to hear.
>“It’s nothing, dear.  Probably a drip of water coming off one of the stalactites in here.”
>“No, mom, I hear something.”
>“Can we please just enjoy your meal?”
>“I smell something, too.”
>“How you can possibly smell anything outside of the musty cave smell in here is beyond me.”
>Twilight is silent, sniffing; then she gasps.
>“Oh no! It’s Old Spice!”
>They both hear the hingey squeaks of the old door being opened.
>A shaft of light falls down the stairwell and is followed by an energetic shadow.
MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS!
>Twilight screams in frustration as you jog up to the table, your eye on Velvet the whole time.
>“No! How did you find us?” Twilight says. “No pony besides me even knows about the caves under my castle.”
You think you can just keep a fine ass milf like your mom hidden from me? You’re out your mind.
>You nod at Velvet.
Hey, baby.
>“Hello there,” she says resignedly. “Back again this year?”
Shit yeah. Goddamn, it’s dark in this bitch. Let me take these shades off so I can get a look at you.
>Twilight steps in between you and her mom.
>“No way. I will not have you ruin another Mother’s Day between me and my mom.”
All I want to do is take her to pound town.
>“You can’t!”
Oh, believe me, I totally can.
>You look past her and at Velvet, who is cringing.
You hear me over there, sweet cheeks. I’ve got two tickets to pound town here in my pants for you, and let me tell you, the ride is sweet. You like rides, don’t you?
>“I’m a bit of a thrill seeker,” she says reluctantly.
Then how can you possibly turn down this alien cock without feeling like you’re totally rejecting an integral part of your character, you fine ass bitch.
>“She can’t,” Twilight says, “because she’s married to my dad.”
You know why they call him Nightlight? It’s cause he got a dinky little dicky that don’t light up a bitch’s room or her womb.
>“Get out!”
>Twilight picks you up with her magic and starts carrying you to the door.
>You call out to Velvet.
You ever want a real thrill ride, you come find me. We’ll play buckin’ bronco. It’s got you on top of me, holding on for life so I don’t bounce you off the ceiling.
>Twilight throws you out into the hall of the castle.
>“And stay away from my mother,” she says. “I should’ve burned the calendar and nailed your door shut.”
You can stank it up all day with that musty ass puss of yours, but you won’t stop me from seeing that fine lady.
>“I do not smell.”
Well, something smelled.
>“You were in a cave.”
I know, and that didn’t help you one bit. You need to stop trying to mask the odor and just wash that shit.
>Twilight turns around and you can see the stank lines coming up from under her tail as she slams the door.
>You get up and head through the castle halls.
>Eventually you find Starlight sitting at her desk.
Oh, there you are, girl.
>“Why are you in my room?”
Just been sniffing out where all the fine ass mommas are today. So let me ask you . . .
>You lean in close to her so that your cheeks are touching.
Where is your fine ass momma?
>“None of your business.”
>Your milf senses tell you she isn’t lying.
>There’s a letter on her desk.
Ah, I get it. You’re writing to her. You say anything about me yet?
>“It’s not a letter to her.”
Well, if you do write her, tell her that I’ll call her pussy the smokehouse cause she gonna get my meat for twelve hours straight.
>Starlight frowns at you.
>“And here I thought Twilight was exaggerating about how you get on this day.”
>Just then you catch a glimpse of it on her desk, a glimpse of milf heaven in pony form.
>You pick up the picture she has of herself, some tangerine-looking nerd, and the hottest fucking pony you’ve ever seen.
>You bite your knuckle and squeal when you get a full glimpse of her.
>Then you shove the picture in Starlight’s face.
Who is that goddess?
>You don’t even have to ask if she’s a milf, it’s so obvious.
>But you have to know more.
>“That’s Sunburst’s mom, Solar Flare.”
Fuck yeah, she’s a Solar Flare. Fuck, she’s hot! I mean, holy fucking shit, do you see those white socks she’s wearing?
>“That’s just her fur.”
Are you shitting me? We can get that close to perfection these days?
>“I don’t think Sunburst would appreciate you—”
That motherfucker should thank her every day for letting him stay in her vagina as long as he did, lucky bastard. You don’t even need to tell me she got a sexy voice neither, because my dick can tell. She wouldn’t even need to blow me, just talk on my dick and I’ll cum.
>You stand there for a second and imagine it, all while a little string of drool runs out the side of your mouth.
>Then you lock eyes with Starlight so quickly that she jumps in her seat.
Where can I find this perfect specimen of milf?
>Starlight tells you the name of their town.
>It’s over five hours away.
>Damn, that stings.
>You turn your back so that she doesn’t see you wipe away the one manly tear you let escape.
>Then you head out the door.
>“Hey, give me that picture back.”
>You start running.

>You kick open the door to Fluttershy’s cottage and you can hear her pussy-ass family scream from the kitchen.
>You walk in and find Fluttershy’s mom eating off a vegetable platter.
>She shrinks away from your smile.
>“Oh, um, Fluttershy, you said that this wasn’t going to happen this year.”
>“I thought Twilight was going to take care of it,” Fluttershy says.
>“Now there’s nothing to worry about yet,” Fluttershy’s dad says. “Please come over here, dear.”
>She starts to get up from her seat.
WAIT!!!!
>Everyone flinches again, then stands perfectly still, all of them sweating bullets.
I just want to say a few words to the lady.
>You approach Fluttershy’s mom and crouch down so you’re at eye level.
I just want you to know, that even though I’m overcome with a desire to wreck you with my hard on every time we meet, I really respect that someone with your timid personality could find the strength, courage, and discipline to undertake the monumental task of raising two children.
>Fluttershy’s mother blinks for a moment before her face flushes with color.
>“Oh my, well, um, I don’t know what to say. . . . Thank you.”
>She avoids your eyes but smiles a bit at your warmth.
>Fluttershy’s dad sits up.
>“What about me?” he says.
No, fuck you. You don’t count. It’s not Father’s Day yet, is it? You selfish cunt.
>“I guess not. I’m sorry.”
>You stare at him hard for a moment until he bows his head like a little bitch.
>You focus on Fluttershy’s mom again.
Now that you know that I respect you, I just want you to know also that I still do really want to fuck you, hard, in every which way that’s possible and in new ways that we were destined by the milf gods to find.
>Fluttershy’s mom is cringing now as you take her hoof in your hand.
Never be shy around me. I will do whatever kinky, filthy shit you’re into and still melt your pussy until we’re ready to churn butter. I will choke you with those pearls you’re wearing while we fuck, and it’ll be so good that you won’t be able to put up your mane again without feeling the tiniest bit of loss that my cock isn’t currently ramming itself inside you.
>Fluttershy’s mom’s face, neck and shoulders are all beat red, and she bites down hard on her lip as you kiss her hoof.
You’re not smiling.
>“Oh, um, I’m sorry. It’s just that I’m not used to this sort of . . .”
Well, you’ve earned it.
>You look over your sunglasses and wink at her.
>Then you stand up and turn around to face Fluttershy, who is the very image of lewd thoughts.
>Her wings are extended, her hair is standing on end, her eyes have hearts in them, her legs are shaking and her thighs are moister than Twilight’s secret caves.
>You walk past her.
>She flicks her tail and follows you out.
>So does some blue stallion with the gayest mane style ever.
>“Hey, man, I like your style,” he says. “Name’s Zephyr Breeze, and hitting on hot moms is totally my game, too. What do you say I come with you?”
>You sneer at him.
Did you just call your mom hot?
>He scrunches his muzzle.
>“Well, yeah, but so did you.”
Yeah, but I’m not related to her, you gross little shit. And, no, you can’t come with me. I don’t need no homos following me around.
>He scoffs.
>“I ain’t no homo, dig.”
Oh yeah, what job do you have? Let me guess, you’re a fluffer.
>“Only of mane and mane styles.”
A fucking hairdresser. I knew it. Totally gay.
>He glares at you.
>“It’s not gay!”
Whatever. Go fuck your mom, kiddo. I’m sure she asks you all the time when you’re going to go out and find someone nice to settle down with.
>“She asks me, too,” Fluttershy says while watching you and licking her lips suggestively.
>You slam the door in her face and take off down the road.

>Even when you’re out the door, Rarity keeps shrieking and throwing shit at you.
>“Get out! Stay away from my family, you villain!”
>You stop running, turn around and shout:
Call me sometime, Cookie.
>You duck just in time to miss a sewing machine that was flying towards your face.
>Even though Rarity is going Hulk on you, her parents seem to enjoy themselves.
>“Looks like you lost your admirer, Cookie,” Rarity’s dad says.
>“Oh, yeah, well, easy come easy go,” she responds with a laugh.
>You run away until you can’t hear Rarity’s screams of rage anymore.
>It takes a while.
>You head to Sugar Cube Corner and wait in line.
>Mrs. Cake smiles and starts fixing her mane when she sees you looking at her.
>You lean on the counter.
Hey, Mrs. Cake, I need one of your picnic baskets please, and fill it up.
>You puff out your cheeks.
I need you to fill it on up just like God filled up that hot ass of yours.
>Mrs. Cake smiles and rolls her eyes.
>“And why’s that, dearie? You got a hot date today?”
Why, you jealous?
>“No, I’m happy for you, dear. Every year you try to find some pony to spend time with you on this day.”
Which is also your special day, I need not remind you.
>“Oh, I don’t know. You seem to make more of it than I ever get to.”
Mrs. Cake, I just want you to remember that you are my favorite milf and I would gladly forsake all others if you wanted to meet up and make a two-layer sex cake with me.
>Mrs. Cake blushes and laughs.
>“This holiday is always one of the busiest that I have to work, but one thing I’m glad for is that I can always count on you to make me smile whenever it comes.”
Smiling is good, but I’d rather you moan while my cock is pounding into your coming pussy.
>“Before we go further, let me have Carrot get started on your picnic.”
>God, you love how sweet-sounding her voice is.
>She takes the order to the kitchen and you get to watch her sweet ass sway and jiggle while she does it.
>Watching those cans move is like seeing two squishy blueberries, grown to the size of watermelons, getting squeezed until the juice runs through your fingers.
>Her ass fills up your vision until she gets to Mr. Cake, who you can see is giving you the evil eye from back in the kitchen.
>He’s a right cunt.
>You hold up your hand and wiggle your fingers at him in greeting.
>Maybe someday Mrs. Cake’s ass will be so big and beautiful that you won’t have to see that prick’s face at all anymore when she goes back to talk to him.
>For now, though, you waste no time on him and instead focus on Mrs. Cake’s rosy cheeks as she approaches the counter and leans towards you.
>“So I take it you’re not going to sweet talk me as much this year?”
Mrs. Cake, you’re seriously one of the hottest fucking milfs in this whole town.
>“You just want to dive right in then, hmm?”
I got no choice. You’re way too sexy for me to keep a cool head around. I mean, you’re not just pretty, but you got the best body of anyone in town. You know how crazy it drives me to see your heavenly ass when it’s walking away from me? If this counter wasn’t separating us right now, I’d already be all over that.
>“Oh, dearie, you’re a flatterer.”
Bullshit I am. I mean what I say. I want to spread your ass like butter and have you rub me all over like I’m bread.
>This makes her laugh.
>“Every year around this time, you get as bad as Pinkie Pie when it comes to puns.”
Then I won’t joke around anymore. I want to fuck you.
>“Pony’s sake, you sure are forward this year!”
I’m legitimately pissed that you don’t have the day off today so that I can take you out wherever you like and fuck you in between destinations.
>“My hooves are just too busy on this day for that, dearie. If I’m not dipping them in flour, then I’m upstairs in the twins’ room dipping them in baby powder.”
>She laughs again, looks up at you and gives her rump a little wiggle.
>With that one shake the flesh of her ass moves and sways as beautifully as the ocean tide.
>You can hear Carrot slamming pots and pans back in the kitchen.
>“Well, you sure know how to make a mare feel excited, dearie. I almost feel young again.”
I want you to feel fucking sexy is what I want. Call it payback for having that fantastic ass be in my face but not letting me stuff it until you feel sweet all over.
>Before Mrs. Cake can laugh Carrot comes in and slams the basket down before you.
>Neither of you say a word to each other as you pay him.
>Then after you take your basket, you look him in the eye.
I’m totally going to fuck your thicc, super-hot wife someday.
>He starts grinding his teeth while Mrs. Cake pats his shoulder.
>“You know he’s only teasing when he gets like that, dearie.”
Yeah, man, I’m just out trying to get some milf muff, and your wife here helps me to stay in character.
>You look over your glasses, right into Mrs. Cake’s eyes.
I totally would bang you, though. No joking about that.
>Mrs. Cake smiles sweetly, but you see the steam coming out of Mr. Cake’s ears and decide it’s best to leave before he jumps across the counter and tries to crack you one.
>She’s one of the good ones, though, that Mrs. Cake.
>It’s not every milf out there that can be kind to the idea of getting fucked by a monkey alien.
>Walking the streets, you find Derpy is still giving muffins to ponies in line.
Hey, Derpy.
>“Oh, hey,” she says with a smile. “Are you here to help me give out muffins to moms?”
No, I’m here to fuck you.
>She giggles.
>“But I’m too busy giving out muffins to moms to fuck you.”
>And with that your boner dies.
>She’s just too damn cute for you to hit on her or make any lewd allusions about the two of you banging.
>She even gave you muffins to work with, which is a near perfect euphemism, and you still can’t manage to speak of fucking her pussy to her face.
Ah, well, thanks anyway, Derpy.
>“You’re welcome.”
You haven’t seen Spoiled Rich around, have you? I want to give her a Mother’s Day present that’ll stay with her for a long time, mainly inside her.
>“Sounds neato, but she left with her family to somewhere over a week ago, so it must be pretty far away.”
Looks like she still remembers her gift from last year then.
>You shrug.
>There are plenty more milfs in the sea and your sperm whale is on the hunt for them.
I’ll see you, Derpy. I got a picnic date.
>She waves goodbye.
>Dinky approaches her.
>“Mom, what’s fuck?”
>“It’s just something he likes to say. Twilight told me to say no if he asked me though, so that’s what I did.”
>She then scrunches her muzzle.
>“Oh, I forgot, she also told me that I’m not supposed to say it.” 
>“Say what?”
>“Say fuck . . . oh shoot!”

>You and your picnic date immediately hit it off.
Oh, my day has been alright. How’s yours?
>You feel the soft grass you’re sitting on with your hand.
Yeah, well, your family will show up eventually.
>You eat one of the cupcakes Carrot packed for you, even though he purposefully smashed them.
Oh, you noticed? Yeah, Carrot was being a prick again. Your friend is doing alright, though, even though we didn’t get a chance to fuck.
>A solemn breeze blows through your hair.
That’s why we need to spend our time alone together quickly.
>You look at the orange tulips you placed before her.
I’m glad you like them. They’re not as pretty as a hot milf like you, but I thought—
>“Hey!”
>You turn around and see Applejack approaching you.
>You stand up.
Hey yourself.
>“What are you doing at my mom’s grave?” Applejack says.
Oh, I was just . . . it was a nice day . . . so I . . .
>Applejack watches you closely for a moment before grimacing.
>“Twilight’s plan didn’t work then, I take it.”
>She looks at the picnic you have laid out and scrunches her muzzle.
>“You know this ain’t normal, right?”
Well, what do you want me to do? I have strong feelings of sexiness for your mom and no outlet for them.
>You look Applejack up and down.
>She raises an eyebrow at you.
>“How come acting weird just once ain’t enough for you to turn tail? Why do you got to be this way?”
Applejack, you don’t have a lot of memories of your parents.
>“Uh, yeah, but I never told you that.”
I know, Pear Butter did.
>“What was that?”
You’re, like, ten years older than Apple Bloom, but you have no memories of your parents at all.
>“Well, I—”
How does that make any sense?
>“What are you getting at?”
I want to know who gave birth to Apple Bloom.
>Applejack shakes her head slowly.
>“Now that’s just wrong.”
What’s wrong is that there’s an undocumented milf somewhere in this town. . . .
>You stare hard at her, which makes her flinch.
>“What?”
It’s you, isn’t it? You’re the milf.
>“What!”
Are you the milf, Applejack? It’s my destiny. I have to know, are you the milf?
>“Ah, just get out of here.”

>“Best daughter chef ever!”
>“Mom, I’d like to talk about you just for once. Can you tell me about you?”
>“Oh Dashie, why would you want to hear about me? You’re the one who makes us all proud by being the best daughter ever, and an expert alfalfa chef on her first try.”
>Rainbow Dash groans.
>“Mom, I didn’t even cook the alfalfa right. It’s all burnt.”
>Through teary eyes from the burnt alfalfa, Windy smiles and says:
>“That doesn’t matter, Dashie. What matters is that you found time to actually make me a lunch for Mother’s Day, even though you’re an Element of Harmony, Wonderbolt, teacher and all around best daughter ever.”
>“Fine. But can you at least start breathing through your mouth?”
>“But I like to smell your cooking.”
>“I burnt the alfalfa.
>“But you made it.”
>“Look, just breathe through your mouth.”
>“Anything for you, Dashie.”
And anything to you, Windy Whistles, is what I’ll do.
>Rainbow and Windy turn to see you standing in the doorway of their kitchen.
>Windy smiles.
>“Oh, Dashie, your friend found us again this year.”
I’ll always find you, Windy.
>“What the hay!” Dash says. “How are you even walking on clouds? How did you get up here in Cloudsdale?”
I got enchanted boots and stole Twilight’s hot air balloon thing that’s been deflated behind the castle for, like, three years now.
>You crinkle your nose.
Reeks like smoke in here. Shit, Dash, you really burned the alfalfa, didn’t you?
>“Get out!”
>“But Dashie, maybe—”
>“Out!”
Dash, all I want to do is tell your mom how fucking horny she makes me.
>“Get! OUT!!!”
Alright, fine. I know when I’m not wanted.
>You look fondly at Windy.
Another time, perhaps, my fair floating flower of the clouds.
>Windy blushes and you exit.
>Dash groans again.
>“I hate it when he gets like that.”
>“I think he’s sweet. Have you ever thought of him?”
>“Mom! He’s, like, some weird space monkey.”
>“I was just wondering is all.”
>Windy smiles and crinkles her nose.
>“Of course no pony would really be up to your standards, would they, Dashie?”
>Dash frowns in despair as Windy leans dreamily on the table and says:
>“I mean, not only are you the best daughter ever, but you’ve got so many other things to be proud of, like . . .”
>Windy starts rambling again.
>Dash turns around in her chair and calls out towards the doorway:
>“I change my mind! You can come back and hit on my mom! Just don’t’ leave me alone with her!”
>But you’re already heading down to Ponyville in the balloon, and shouting:
MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS!
>After ditching the balloon, you head to the train station, running past a sullen-looking orange filly on the way.
>Scootaloo brightens up when she sees you.
>“Hey, did you go to Cloudsdale and see Rainbow Dash? Was she with her mom? Were they having fun?”
>But you don’t have time for any pony who doesn’t have a milf to celebrate the day with.
>You take the train for a few hours, chanting all the way:
MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS!
>No one sits next to you but you don’t care because you’re so hype.
>Soon you arrive at your destination.
>You cross grey, barren fields and knock on the wooden door of a secluded farmhouse.
>Limestone only opens it a peep before she tries to slam you out, but you push past her and march into the farmhouse.
>She lies on the floor, clutching her forehead.
>“What’s your problem?”
MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS!
>You walk in on the entire Pie family feasting on rock soup at the dinner table.
>Igneous and Cloudy share a concerned look for a moment before they face you stoically.
>“Ah, blessed greetings to you on this day of maternal celebration, friend of Pinkamena,” Igneous says.
Sup, Iggy. . . . Cloudy, hello again, you fine fox.
>“Greetings as well,” she says while bowing her head slightly.
>She did that solely to show you what it would be like if she went down on your cock.
>God, Cloudy has been such a fucking tease for as long as you’ve known her.
>Pinkie laughs awkwardly and forces a smile your way.
>“Oh, hey, you’re here, on Mother’s Day, to see my mom, again—even though Twilight said that wouldn’t happen this year.”
>She smiles like a chipmunk stuffs its cheeks.
>“Well, that’s just great!”
>Her right eye twitches involuntarily.
>Maud blinks.
>Marble is almost entirely slipped under the table without anyone noticing.
>Limestone bites your slacks around the ankle and is trying to pull you outside.
>You drag her across the room as you approach Cloudy.
Yeah, don’t mind me. I’m just here to fuck your mom. I got my choosing stone and everything.
>You slam a smooth grey tube-shaped rock with a rounded end on one side onto the table.
>Marble yelps and goes under the table completely.
>You roll the rock towards Cloudy.
I should let you know something before you make a decision: this is an anal choosing stone.
>“And what does thine specific stone deem to the chooser?” Cloudy says.
I just want to be straight up about it so that you don’t act all surprised later when I go to clog up your squishy steamer.
>Iggy and Cloudy share clearly confused looks with each other before Cloudy says to you:
>“What action does thou speak of when one refers to anal?”
I have so much to teach you, my sheltered little rock milf.
>Manly tears form in your eyes.
But there’s just so little time in this world for all the anal that I wish to give you.
>“Ha! Ha! Okay . . .” Pinkie says. “How about we stop talking about my mom’s butt, and maybe talk about something that isn’t really creepy?”
>“That isn’t a choosing stone,” Maud says.
>While Maud sniffs the rock and rolls it around with her hoof, you say:
Well, I didn’t think you had a choosing stone for anal specifically, so I improvised.
>“This is a sedimentary rock.”
But it could be a choosing stone, right?
>“No. And you found this particular rock just outside our door.”
How’d you know that?
>“Because I placed it there myself, knowing that you would pick it up and say it’s a choosing stone.”
>Iggy regards the stone solemnly, as though in deep thought.
>You raise your hands up in surrender.
Okay, fine, you caught me, but this is partially your guys’ fault for having such a hot mom in the first place.
>“Whatever,” Limestone says. “Just get out and leave us alone already.”
>“Aw, you don’t have to go just yet,” Pinkie says. “We just got over the whole ‘I want to bang your mom’ thing, and now we can have some real fun.”
>“I’d rather he didn’t,” Maud says.
>“Yeah, seriously, what the hay are you thinking, Pinkie?” Limestone says.
>“Mm-hmm,” Marble hums from under the table.
>“He’s nice on other days,” Pinkie says with a shrug.
It’s fine. I can’t stay anyway.
>“You would leave in such haste?” Cloudy says.
Yeah, I’m sorry we didn’t get to bang, but I got to go out and find some more milfs while the time is right.
>“But which of our daughters do you wish to betroth?” Iggy says.
Huh?
>“What?” says Pinkie, Maud, Limestone and Marble.
>The sisters all crowd around Iggy, who keeps a calm expression.
>“It’s not a real choosing stone,” Maud says.
>“Aye,” Iggy says, “but he has brought a stone to our family for many consecutive years, and traditional rock farm customs now deem him worthy of an offer for one of your hoofs in marriage.”
>“But that’s not fair,” Limestone says.
>“I don’t want to get married to one of my best friends, dad,” Pinkie says. “Especially one that likes to hit on mom once every year.”
>“I have a boyfriend,” Maud says. “He would be upset if I married someone else while we were dating.”
>“Mm-hmm,” Marble hums sternly.
>“Take heed, children,” Cloudy says. “Thou are not forced to accept thine suitor’s offer.”
>“Aye,” Iggy says, “but tradition should stand, lest we be dishonored. So thine ritual shall commence.”
What is going on?
>The sisters line up before you, with Pinkie back to her usual bubbly self.
>“What’s going on is that we get to play the dating game,” Pinkie says.
>“This is so stupid,” Limestone says, blushing and glaring at the floor, “but apparently you get to ask for one of our hoofs in marriage.”
>“The pony you choose can either agree or disagree to your proposal,” Maud says.
>“Mm-hmm.”
But none of you are milfs. I don’t want to marry any of you.
>“But you still have to choose,” Pinkie says. “It’s a rock farm tradition, just like eating rock soup on Mother’s Day.”
>“And you seem to come around a lot, too,” Maud says.
>“Mm-hmm.”
>“Don’t treat him like he’s a tradition,” Limestone says.
Look, I don’t know about any of this.
>“Stop thinking about it and just choose already, you idiot,” Limestone says.
Fine, I choose her.
>You point at Marble, who immediately hides behind Pinkie.
>“Aw, it’s okay, Marble,” Pinkie says. “All you have to do now is say no.”
>“Mmmmmmm . . .”
>Limestone glares at you.
>“Boy, you really are dumb. Out of all of us here, why’d you pick her?”
You said I could pick any of you.
>“But you weren’t supposed to pick her! We’ll be here all night now because of you.”
Whatever. None of this would have happened if you had just let me fuck your mom.
>“Marble, get out here and say no,” Limestone says.
>“Mmmmmmm . . .”
>“Marble!”
>“You’re scaring her,” Maud says.
>“I’m scaring her? Do you want her to be married to this thing over here?”
Rude.
>“It’s okay, Marble,” Pinkie says. “You just have to say no. It’s easy. Here, do it with me.”
>Pinkie takes in a deep breath and says one slow, drawn out:
>“Noooooooooooooooooooo . . .”
>“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm . . .”
>Limestone starts pulling on Marble’s tail, but she grabs onto Pinkie’s legs and hangs on.
>“Get out here!”
>“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm . . .”
>“Noooooooooooooooooo . . .”
>“Marble, get out here!”
>Maud stares at you.
>“You should go.”
Yeah, that’s a good idea.

>Outside the bar there’s a sign that says ‘Free Drinks for Moms!’.
>Inside, on the barstools, Mayor Mare, Cheerilee, Mrs. Harshwhinny, and Peach Bottom are all sitting together, sipping on free drinks.
>The light is dim and their eyes are dark as they catch up with each other on what they’ve been doing.
>But it’s all talk they’ve heard before.
>Eventually one of them brings up stallions and their talk becomes more animated.
>Why do the right ones never seem to exist?
>Why are they so transparent whenever they talk to you?
>Why are they boring to be around but painful to be without?
>Why don’t they ever want to commit?
>It’s in the middle of this conversation that you kick the door open.
>The faint distant orange sunset lights up your frame as you swing your hips towards them.
Any of you hot older bitches want to become milfs?
>The four of them sneer at you as the bouncer chases you out.
>Then they turn to each other and talk about how typical you were.
>However irritating they find you though, it does give them something to laugh about.
>But for you, all of your light and enthusiasm seems to be gone.
>After you get kicked out of the bar you sit down in the squalor at the corner of the building.
>Happy groups, centered on genial older mares, pass by you in the street on their way home.
>You take off your sunglasses and look out at the dwindling, fading day.
>A gold florescent sign shaped like a bubbly mug of cider flickers and buzzes in the bar window near your head.
>Just then you see a familiar orange filly staring at you from across the street.
>She weaves her way past the coming groups and approaches you.
>Great, you look so pathetic right now that you’re attracting sad orphans to come and sit with you.
>“Hey.”
Hey yourself.
>She sits down next to you.
>“You look sad.”
I know, but I can’t bring myself to go home yet, not when there’s still daylight out.
>“I think I know what you mean.”
Rainbow Dash burned her mom’s alfalfa.
>Scootaloo perks up and turns towards you.
>“Really?”
It smelled awful.
>“You’re telling me. Nothing smells worse. I guess I should be glad that Applejack packs our lunches whenever we all go on our sisters’ camping trips.”
>There’s silence for a moment.
>“I’m sorry I said you looked sad.”
If it’s awkward for you, then you shouldn’t bring it up again.
>“I was just wondering something. Why were you in such a hurry earlier?”
Because I was chasing my destiny.
>“Really?”
Yeah, but I didn’t catch it.
>“Oh . . . I’m sorry.”
It’s fine. I probably won’t even care once this day is done. I think it’ll be gone then.
>“I’m ready for this day to end too.”
>Scootaloo hesitates for a moment.
>“Do you have a mom?”
>She turns away embarrassed when you look at her.
Yeah, I have a mom. She’s just not here, so I can’t see her or anything.
>She nods.
>“I’ve seen pictures of my mom, but she’s not here either. She died giving birth to me.”
I’m sorry. It’s terrible when a milf is taken in her prime like that.
>“But I’ve never really been sad about it, because I know that she loved me. My aunts like to say that she gave me a little bit of her life when I was growing inside her, so when they discovered that only me or her could live, she decided to just go on and give me the rest of her life so I could be born.”
>Scootaloo bows her head and turns inward, placing her hoof over her chest.
>“That’s why I can feel her love for me so strongly even though she’s not here. As long as I’m out here where she wanted me to be, then I know that she’s happy.”
>Scootaloo tears up while still smiling until her sobs wrack her voice and she hides her face in her hooves.
>You watch her with wide open eyes.
>Then you turn towards the street in respect for her grief.
I miss my mom too.
>Scootaloo sniffles and wipes her nose.
>“I’m not sad about my mom. It’s my aunts. They always try to make this day special for me, and even though I don’t want to, I usually let them take me places and buy me things. I heard them talking about taking me with on a hiking trip into the High Jump Hills. It was my mom’s favorite place, and I’ve never been there before. But I just couldn’t do it. So instead of meeting them there like I said I would, I spent all day hiding from them in town.”
>Scootaloo holds her head in her hooves.
>“Now I know they’re at home, waiting for me, and I wish that I hadn’t avoided them. I wish that I had just told them that I didn’t want to go. Actually, it’s not even that I didn’t want to go. Tell the truth, I would have gone if it had been any other day. I really would have. But now it’s too late, too late for everything.”
>You look out at the sunset, keeping everything Scootaloo said in mind.
>What was that she said about her mother?
>Love keeps Scootaloo from falling into despair for her life.
>The great mother of creation, all of our mothers, the strongest love of all.
>You receive divine vision of a great pair of white hills where Scootaloo can trot freely and happy.
>You climb on top of the hills and your glistening naked body embraces the high clear horizon with open arms.
>From up above a bright white glare blinks in and out of your eyes, your face cold then warm.
>Your vision embeds itself deep in your soul.
>You look down at your sunglasses.
>Your sense of purpose begins rekindling.
It’s not too late.
>You stand up and brush the dust off your slacks.
>Scootaloo looks up at you, confused.
>“What do you mean?”
I mean the day isn’t done yet. In fact, if I can make it in time, it might just be beginning.
>“Are you okay?”
Never better. You helped me out a lot, Scootaloo.
>“I did?”
My sense of purpose has returned stronger than ever, and I know now the fated end of my destiny.
>You smile at her skeptical frown.
You just go on home. Tell your aunts what you told me, and I promise you that everything will be made right. You can even go on your hike, if you wish.
>“But how? It’s going to be dark soon, remember?”
That’s why I’m going to the light of all creation.
>You put on your sunglasses.
And I’m going to fuck it.
>You pump your fists over your head and run away from Scootaloo, all while screaming only one word, your destiny:
MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS!

>The sunset sits halfway on the horizon.
>Her horn glows golden and lowers it almost imperceptibly by—what looks to the eye to be—a few inches.
>She watches everything in the city from up on her balcony and sees that some of the darkened windows are already starting to glow from inside.
>Just a few more minutes and she can lower the rest of the sun and bring an end to what she hopes has been a special day for many of her subjects.
>She herself ventured out earlier and bought herself a bundle of orange roses.
>She returns to her bedchambers to sniff these fragrant beauties one last time before they would become her bedtime snack.
>But there’s an overpowering odor in her room, almost like spice that’s turned old.
>She takes a big whiff and then flicks both her ears.
>She sees that her orange roses have been dismembered and that the petals have been plucked and laid on her bed.
>She stares at this, her brow tightening in confusion.
>“What is this?”
More like who is this.
>Princess Celestia gasps and turns around just as you walk out from your hiding place behind her floor-length mirror.
>She raises an eyebrow at you.
>“You’re Princess Twilight’s friend, are you not?”
I’m flattered you remember me.
>“So it’s you that has brought this smell to my room.”
Do you like Old Spice?
>Princess Celestia watches as you approach her vanity and pull out her wooden chair.
>“I haven’t made up my mind yet. How did you get by the guards?”
I told them Twilight sent me here on a mission to see you.
>“And why did they fail their duties by not accompanying you when they let you in here to see me?”
I bribed them. Gave them a picture.
>She scrunches her muzzle.
>“What picture could possibly tempt them so badly as to have them disregard their royal duties?”
Have you ever met some pony named Stellar Flare?
>“I can’t say that I have.”
Then you wouldn’t understand.
>“And I suppose it was you who picked apart my roses.”
I did, but I intend to give you something that will make up for that.
>“A present?”
Yeah, one for the holidays.
>She calms down enough to smile a little bit.
>“Well, okay, but tell me why you’ve come all this way from Ponyville just to give me a present?”
It’s because I’ve come to you on a quest that’s linked to my destiny. Can I sit?
>She nods and you do.
>She sits on the end of her bed, facing you.
>“Interesting. Just what kind of destiny is this?”
I won’t lie to you, at first it was a self-serving destiny that I undertook solely for pleasure. This is why I kept failing. But now I realize that to truly have purpose is to work for something beyond one’s self.
>“And what is this work that you do?”
Oh, I fuck milfs.
>She blinks.
>“Pardon.”
I rut with older mares that have had children but are still stunningly attractive.
>In spite of herself, she begins smiling more broadly.
>“Okay, is this a joke? Did Twilight put you up to this?”
I assure you that it’s no joke. I’ve come to you of my own accord in hopes that you’ll aid me in seeking out my destiny.
>“Wait a minute. Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
I think we should fuck.
>“Rut is what you mean, I take it.”
Fuck, rut, mate, screw, bang, slam jam, oingo boingo, hide the salami, do the horizontal bop . . .
>“Oh, no, do go on.”
Get laid, do the nasty, stuff your taco, get a quickie in, go on vacation, dock the sub, insert rod A into slot B—
>“No ‘ride the pony’?”
I was getting to it.
>She hums and narrows her eyes at you.
>“You’re much different from how Twilight has described you in her letters. As it is, I should have you thrown out right now.”
>Her stunning eyes look you up and down.
>“But I’m intrigued. I’ve never had a suitor proposition me on Mother’s Day, or even without an appointment. But tell me just why you think we should rut.”
Because it’d be awesome.
>She frowns as though underwhelmed.
>“And what of this destiny of yours, just how does your lusting after attractive mothers positively affect Equestria in any way?”
Well, it’ll make some little kid happy, I can tell you that.
>“I’m aware that you’ll be happy.”
>She chuckles good naturedly at her quip.
>You make a vague gesture of defeat.
Okay, so maybe a lot of this does just have to do with me wanting to fuck hot milfs. But I should tell you that I do feel strongly about this. I feel this calling deeper than anything I’ve ever felt before, and I do think that good things will happen, not just for me, but for all should I pursue it. I can tell you that before I came to Equestria I never had a calling such as this.
>“So perhaps the magic of our land has bequeathed to you this erotic calling is what you’re saying?”
Magic is as magic does.
>“It seems a rather odd, vulgar fortune given our history of harmony.”
Maybe harmony needs a good fuck or something. I don’t know.
>She scoffs at this, also good naturedly.
>“I must say that I have had more suitors than I can possibly remember, but that none of them were as imprudent as you.”
>You know enough to stay silent when a centuries-old princess is pretending to fix you in her mind.
>“Actually, I don’t see how I have anything to do with your destiny. While I can believe that you find me attractive . . .”
>She looks at you from the side of her face and hops off the bed, striking a regal pose.
>The smile she wears pushes her cheeks up while her calm eye fixes on you.
>“You do find me attractive, correct?”
>Though her gentle voice seeks control and superiority over your shameful desires her maternal solicitude eases the erupting feelings of your timid heart.
>You’re conscious that she’s letting you take a long look at her.
>Her ethereal mane curves around the opposite side of her long slender neck, flows past her face and lights its elegant shape with all the colors she carries, framing to others the intelligence and charm of the beautiful face before them.
>Your eyes then flow down her the curve of her neck and draw across the smooth arch of her back.
>The dock of her vibrant tail is passed over when your eyes press upon her great plush flanks, which are as wide and soft as two overstuffed pillows.
>She turns and bows her head until her eyes look up into yours.
>She giggles girlishly as you wipe the sweat from your brow.
Goddamn, I knew this was the right idea when I had it.
>“Not to brag, but I’ve yet to meet a stallion that cannot be taken by me.”
Alright, you know I like you, and I seem to amuse you. You seem like someone who knows how to have her fun, so why don’t we just do it already?
>She hums and looks out at her balcony.
>“But how can we when I am not part of your destiny? Surely you wish to do all those things to me that you spoke of earlier, but you seem to forget that I am not a mother.”
>You smile and she regards it shrewdly.
>“Tell me why I should let you have me at all?”
>Here it is: your trump card.
>After this, it’ll all be up to her.
Because though you have not given birth you are indeed a mother. You oversee creation when you raise the sun each morning. You brought to life and raised your kingdom, which has brought stability and growth to the lives of ponies everywhere. No matter where you are ponies always look up to you and adore you, as though a child would their mother. Your hot bod could effortlessly be put up as a symbol of fertility to be worshipped, that is, if it isn’t already.
>She doesn’t even flinch.
>You purse your lips.
>With a cocky smile, she waits for more.
>You stand up suddenly.
I told myself that I was going to get laid today, and I’m not giving up. I’m convinced that it’s my destiny to fuck a milf by the end of this day. But now the day is almost done and I’m facing failure.
>You approach Celestia who tilts her head up towards you with a mix of amusement and curiosity.
You’re the only hope I have left, the strongest hope even. You’re the ultimate milf, Celestia, and I should’ve been chasing after you instead of hitting on every other milf I could think of.
So when I ask you this, I ask you it sincerely.
>She watches you carefully as you clasp both your hands before you.
Do you want some fuck, Princess Celestia?
>She regards you and seems for the first time to genuinely be struggling to find something to say.
>Finally, she sighs.
>“Well, that was one of the most memorable appeals made to me in quite some time.”
So I’m in?
>“No.”
Ah, what? Why not?
>“I’ll be honest, most of the bold stallions that say they’ve seen visions of our shared destiny, they often try to convince me into marriage first, not rutting.”
Sheesh, don’t I get any points for originality? I mean I’m the only damn human in this whole land. That exotic dick factor must count for something.
>“I’m sorry, but I’ve made up my mind. You may leave now, and please refrain from attempting to sneak back in or else I’ll refrain from letting you use the door to exit.”
>She nods towards the balcony, making her intent clear.
>“I’m going to go and finish lowering the sun now. Please do not still be here when I return.”
>You head to the door but your hand stops on the knob.
>Something occurs to you.
>You turn around and lift your sunglasses up.
>Celestia is standing out on her balcony, looking out at the sky.
>She faces the dim evening light and the shadow that falls on her mane makes her colors appear black and white.
>She looks as alone as you feel.
You know, I’m wondering when the last time you could have been laid was.
>With a defiant gaze, she looks knowingly over her shoulder at you, but seems confused following a deliberate swoon of her eye which, upon touching with yours, sets uneasily down within its inward corner.
I don’t think you’re as cold and cool as you let on, at least not when it comes to these things.
>She closes her eyes and turns her head forward, again facing the dim rays of light that are entering her balcony but fading fast.
>“Goodbye.”
>The guards are still gone when you exit into the hall.
>Soon you’re gone from the castle and walking past the dimly-lit grounds to get to the gate back to Canterlot.
>Just as soon as that sun sets it’ll be back to your boring, ordinary life.
>You stop and regard your shadow.
>Then something occurs to you.
>You look out at the horizon and see that the sun is set in the same spot it was when you entered Celestia’s room.
>Enough time has passed, so how come she hasn’t lowered it yet?
>Behind the shaded looming towers of her castle, from up high on her balcony, she looks down at you with a strange calm deference on her face.
>Your arms spread out and you turn your palms up in a gesture of confusion.
>Her horn begins to glow.
>After a disorienting moment where you’re lifted off your feet you find yourself in Celestia’s bedchambers.
>Behind you her bed is still covered in orange rose petals.
>Princess Celestia comes out from her balcony.
>She saunters up to you, making sure to sway her hips and lick her lips.
>She removes your sunglasses with her magic.
>You can only stand stiff and still as she jumps up, rests her arms on your shoulders, locks your eyes with hers in a slumberous gaze and then pulls you in for a kiss.
>You feel the slow warm rise and fall of her chest as her lips part slightly with yours.
>She pushes and pulls your head and gently taps her love rhythms on your tongue.
>When she pulls away from your shared breath you tremble all over and read the intent of her frank, upturned eyes.
So you do believe in my destiny.
>She kisses you quickly, then pulls back.
>“No. I don’t care about destiny, or milfs, or my roses, or your visions, or anything at all that we talked about before.”
>She opens her wings, and in one swift powerful stroke vaults both of you on top of the bed.
>You bounce and then fall together, but she holds you strongly under her in her arms.
>Orange rose petals float and twirl around in the air above you before they gently settle back down on the bed.
>With her chin resting on your chest you look down into her eyes.
What made you change your mind?
>She rubs her body up against yours until her lips reach your ear.
>She briefly nibbles your earlobe before whispering to you:
>“I just wanted some fuck.”
>She gives a low, satisfied laugh before moving in to kiss you again.
>But you go rigid.
>She pulls back and looks at you oddly.
>“What’s wrong? I thought you’d like this. If you’re worried about the guards, I think your picture is still keeping them busy.”
I do want this, it’s just . . .
>You mumble the rest of your words while avoiding her eyes.
>She scrunches her muzzle, unamused.
>“What?”
I said I’ve never done this before. Okay?
>She makes a show of blinking.
>“Are you serious?”
Yeah, I’m serious. Why, did I fuck up?
>“Well, I wouldn’t exactly say . . .”
>She mumbles the rest.
What?
>She sighs and smiles awkwardly.
>“I’ve never done this before either.”
You’re fucking with me.
>“No, I’m not fucking with you . . .”
Can we stop with the mumbling?
>“I said that I would like to—like to be fucking with you, that is.”
>She shyly folds her ears and pulls her head away from yours.
>You process what she just told you.
>Not only does she want some fuck, not only is she the ultimate milf, but she’s also a virgin.
>She’s a milf virgin who wants some fuck.
>You gently call her name so that she can see the happiness welling in your eyes.
You are the most beautiful milf I have ever seen.
>She stares down stunned at you for a moment before you take her in your arms, bow her head and kiss her.
>Soon you are only conscious of the rhythm and sensual pressure of both your bodies entwining with each other, pleasure to pleasure, skin to skin, warmth to warmth.
>She’s slightly above you and you’re both looking down the length of your bodies, lining yourselves up together.
>You tease her entrance with your tip, her pussy feeling hot enough to breathe down on your length.
>She moans as you slip your throbbing head inside her, feeling the first warm slickness of her inner walls.
>Slowly, you lift up your waist and push the rest of your cock up until you’ve filled her pussy.
>She gasps and rides you all the way back down onto the bed.
>Your hands are full of her great jiggly flanks as she straddles, wiggles, and twitches on top of your throbbing cock.
>When she gets tired of playing she starts rocking back and forth on your cock, cooing each time a few inches of your length slides in and out of her slick pussy.
>Her eyes are closed and she’s clearly content to enjoy herself this way.
>But inside her your cock is twitching and already restlessly leaking cum.
>You grip her ass firmly and pull up on it until she’s near the tip.
>Then you let her slam her pussy down in one fluid motion, taking your cock up to the hilt.
>She throws her head back and screams in pleasure.
>Her blushing, shining eyes tell you that she gets the idea now and she lifts her ass a little bit off your waist.
>You grab on and take her to pound town, thrusting up and down into her pussy and savoring every one of her little gasps and moans.
>After a particularly loud scream her pussy contracts and squeezes your cock like a soft fist.
>Warm sticky fluids dribble down your cock and collect in a sweet pool on your lap.
>She’s flushed, hyperventilating, and eases herself down on your dick to rest.
>That’s when you realize that she isn’t like all those other little ponies.
>Celestia is a big mare, close to a woman at least, and she needs to be taken care of.
>As you explain to her how to what it means to sixty-nine she eyes your playful fingers and naughty tongue with clear mad lust.
>Soon she positions her chest on top of your stomach and squeezes your shoulders with her hind legs.
>With a pleased smile she looks down her back as she sets her great plot down on your face.
>Orange rose petals are stuck to her ass like freckles and these your fingers brush away as you paw her flanks.
>The heavy warm odor of her backside surrounds you like steam in a sauna.
>You wrap your head in her bum’s wide cushion and seek out her sex with the tip of your nose.
>You feel her heavy breath tickle the hair on your crotch.
>You tease each other, her swirling the tip of her tongue around your head and you rubbing her winking clit in circles.
>But you both start to buck your hips, asking for more, and your moans and her soft whines edge you both on.
>You rub her tingling lips, blushing and moist, gently with your fingers as your tongue ravenously licks up inside her red cunt.
>She takes your cock down her throat and then slowly comes back up, her wet lips caressing the length of your shaft.
>Then she surprises you by wrapping her lips around your base and staying there, sucking you off harder than before.
>Her muffled moans don’t get past her blocked throat as her head bobs up and down with each little stroke of her mouth.
>You can only imagine the naughty satisfied look that’s in her eyes as she presses her sore muzzle all the way down to your balls and nuzzles your bare spit-covered crotch.
>You have to stop her before you come.
>There’s still too much to do.
>You wipe your chin as she lifts herself off you and moves to the end of the bed.
>That’s when you notice that the room is brighter than it was earlier.
>The sun has risen from the horizon and is now at five o’ clock.
>This means that your vision was right: You really can fuck Celestia into raising the sun.
>Celestia herself is bending over on the bed and does not seem to have caught on to what you’re doing yet.
>After opening up her thighs you grab her tail by the dock and lift her great rump up.
>The muscles in her legs tense up. You enter her from behind, then grab her fat thighs and thrust all the way inside her, bringing her sweaty ass up to your belly.
>While hilted you grind against backside, which is just as wide as your waist.
>You start fucking her, start going in and out of her sweet hot cunt.
>At first she’s happy to scream out her approval, to cry out for more from you.
>But as you and her ride the highs and lows of your shared pleasure, she forsakes her voice.
>Her wild pants and grunts alone drive you to push her flushed face further into the pillow she’s on.
>Soon each thrust is a perception and you can no longer tell where her body ends and yours begins.
>Your hot trembling skin rubs against her palpitating flesh, raising both of your temperatures into the triple digits.
>The feel of her strong tender insides embracing each of your given thrusts fills your senses and your souls cry out in worship.
>The sun rises to the center of the sky.
>Shafts of bright burning sunlight shine over the land and onto her heated bedchambers.
>Breathing heavily, she stares in confused ecstasy at her risen sun. But before she can regain control she throws her head back and cries out.
>You feel her pussy contract and melt around your cock, her orgasm slobbering all down your red twitching shaft.
>You stop and begin massaging above her tender flanks.
>Your soothing touch melts her.
>She hums in pleasure and allows herself to be swooned back into your blissful fold.
>When you flip Celestia on her back her ethereal mane splays.
>It lies under her shoulders and rests in the curves of her neck as she looks up at you with shining eyes of lust.
>She looks down and blushes as you poke the head of your glistening rod into her tender folds.
>Slowly pushing yourself in, you say:
Well, princess, I can guarantee that you’ve made one little kid very happy today.
>Her horn begins glowing suddenly.
>You look warily to the sun.
>No, you feel your hips moving on their own.
>She moans as she uses her magic to pull you forward until your cock is hilted inside her.
>She smiles lecherously.
>“This day isn’t going to end until you’ve finished giving me the gift you said you’d give me.”
>She lifts her spread legs, hooks them behind your head, and then lifts your arms until you’ve got a hold on her legs.
>Your eyes move up from her tired groin to her soft round belly to her heaving chest to her blushing cheeks, her lip-biting smile and her shining eyes.
>Her lips part.
>“Now I want you to really rut me, to give me all you’ve got, and I don’t want you to stop until you have come.”
>And with that she closes her eyes and lays her head back on her pillow, a content eager little smile on her face.
>As you slowly ease yourself into getting your rhythm going, into pressing into her, you say:
Goddamn, I love this holiday.
>With nimble hips you fuck her faster, driven on by your shared moans and the slapping sound your thighs make against her ass.
>Every hard fuck you slam into her heated cunt causes her body to wriggle wildly beneath you.
>Sweaty and driven, you can feel your thighs clenching and the nerves inside your crotch lighting up.
>You’re going to come hard at this rate.
>Then some of the heat and brightness leaves the room, and shadows creep into the corners.
>You look out towards the balcony and see the sun isn’t in the sky anymore: it’s set in the west.
>A less-driven man would have stopped humping her right now.
>As it is you start fucking her even faster than you were before.
>You have to get the sun back where it had been before.
>So your thrusting increases from jackhammer mode to machine gun mode.
>You’re clenching your teeth, and it feels like you might slip a disc in your back at any moment, but you keep going.
>Judging by her crimson-hued face and her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth, Celestia at least seems to be enjoying herself right now.
>Thanks to your penis the sun slowly rises until it’s back up top in the sky.
>You exhale a very haggard sigh of relief, not unlike the kind an asthma patient would have.
>You slow down your humping a bit to give your flayed nerves a rest, at least until you can actually enjoy feeling the friction of the sex you’re having again.
>But the second you pull out a little an outside force shoves your hips forward, slamming your cock back inside her and up to the hilt.
>Again your hips start moving on their own, and they’re going at the exhausting pace you weren’t able to keep up earlier.
>A golden magical aura surrounds your waist, an aura that matches the glow that’s coming off Celestia’s horn.
>You want to ask her to stop but her eyes aren’t even fully open.
>She’s got the same sex-crazed face she had before, and you don’t think there’s any way she’s going to stop until you give her what you want.
>You would be happy to oblige her if she wasn’t fucking your cock raw right now.
>To make things even worse the light in the room fades again, with the sun setting in the east this time.
>Meanwhile your body keeps slamming against hers in a joyless mosh.
>It’s incredible, here you are fucking the ultimate milf virgin. . . .
>Well actually, she’s not a virgin anymore.
>And neither are you. . . . Score!
>But it still sucks.
>Even though your cock turned the ultimate milf virgin into a mindless sex lunatic, one that’s resorted to using your body as a living dildo, all you can think about is how all this slamming you’re currently doing is going to lead to one really bad headache later.
>Then, following a flash of purple light, Twilight appears in the room.
>“Princess Celestia, is something wrong—What in Celestia’s name are you doing?!”
>Celestia snaps out of it then and locks eyes with Twilight, who folds her ears and screams.
>Then they both scream.
>And a golden surge of energy pours out of Celestia’s cunt and punches you in the duodenum hard enough to send you flying backwards into the wall.
>You smack the back of your head and crumple into a heap on the floor.
>But as you black out you feel more leaving you than just a momentary loss of vision.
>As your breath leaves you, you feel empty inside, as though all of your energy, determination, and sense of purpose has faded into an impalpable world.
>When you wake up in the dimly-lit room you have no idea why your head hurts, why your waist feels like it’s burning, or why Twilight is standing above you and glaring.
>And Princess Celestia of all ponies is lying on the end of a bed, watching you with concerned eyes.
>This is the first time you’ve ever seen her mane look a mess before.
>“So just because you couldn’t get to my mom, you had to come after my teacher,” Twilight says.
Twilight, what’s wrong? Did I do something?
>“Yeah, you did,” Twilight says.
>“Well, I wouldn’t exactly refer to myself as a something,” Princess Celestia says.
I smell like Old Spice.
>Your eyes widen with shame.
What’d I do this time?
>“Me,” Princess Celestia says, annoyed. “Twilight, what is going on here?”
>Before she can answer you rise to your feet.
>Your beat-red boner protrudes in Twilight’s face, making her scrunch and go cross-eyed.
>You shout in surprise and cover yourself.
Why am I naked?
>“Twilight, why is he acting so strangely?”
>Twilight looks towards the balcony and out at the dark sky.
>“It must’ve happened already.”
>Twilight explains how on every Mother’s Day you start acting very unlike yourself, something of which you never have any memory of the next day.
>Because the sun had finally set in the east, you were now your normal self again.
>Hunched over, you watch them discuss why such a phenomenon would occur, the cold rising up through your feet, goosebumps protruding on your arms.
Hey! Can I have my clothes back now?
>“Sorry,” Twilight says. “They’re over there . . .”
What was that last part?
>She cringes in disgust and repeats:
>“By the bed.”
>You shuffle over to the disheveled pile of hastily-removed clothes lying on the floor before the bed.
>Frowning, you pinch the frame of your sunglasses and hold them at arm’s length before you.
I really should just get rid of these.
>“Honestly, I get tense whenever I see you wearing them,” Twilight says.
>“Oh, I don’t know,” Princess Celestia says. “I think he looks handsome in them.”
>Her hoof reaches out to touch your arm but you recoil and step away.
>She looks hurt.
Princess, I just want you to know that I’m so sorry for whatever it is I did to you.
>“You don’t have to be,” she says. “All you really did was make a pass at me.”
Then why am I naked?
>Folding her ears, she blushes and smiles.
>“Because it worked.”
>Your jaw hits the floor.
>Twilight sighs sadly.
>“What the princess couldn’t have known was that you weren’t yourself.”
She’s right. I practically took advantage of you in that way, and I’m sorry.
>Princess Celestia upsets the solemn mood by stifling a giggle.
>“You didn’t take advantage of me at all.”
>“Don’t say that, princess,” Twilight says. “I saw him on top of you when I came in.”
I’m sorry.
>“Yes, you did see me,” Princess Celestia says. “And you really should’ve knocked before you just came in like you did.”
>Twilight folds her ears and stares at her teacher, stunned.
>You nod at her before saying to Princess Celestia:
And she’s very sorry she did that.
>“No, I’m not!” Twilight says.
Sorry.
>“Well, I kind of am,” Twilight says to Princess Celestia. “I do wish I hadn’t seen the two of you . . .”
>“Rutting, procreating, in mid coitus, bucking each other’s broncos—”
>“Yes!” Twilight says. “Yes to all of that. Now, can we please stop referring to it at all?” 
Yeah, let’s just pretend I never came in here.
>“Speaking of things that never came in,” Princess Celestia says, “I don’t suppose you’d like to stay and finish what you and I started?”
>“Princess!”
>“Twilight, please settle down. I’m trying to flirt here.”
>You nervously smile at her frank and direct eyes.
Gee, I don’t know, Princess Celestia. We hardly even know each other, let alone begun the process of either flirtation or a mutual courtship.
>“None of that will be necessary. I just want some fuck.”
Oh, well, that’s different.
>You give counsel to yourself for a moment before turning towards Twilight.
Can I think about it?
>“No, you cannot!” Twilight says. “And Princess Celestia, please do not say that filthy word. I’m in the process of having a law made against its use.”
>Twilight starts for the door and nods at you to follow her.
>You give a regretful shrug to Princess Celestia before following Twilight.
>“Wait,” Princess Celestia says. “Where are you both going?”
>You both stop and turn around.
>“Back to Ponyville so we can ask around until we’ve found every pony that he harassed and apologize to them.”
>Twilight sighs.
>“It’s a very lengthy, tiring process.” 
>Princess Celestia’s frantic eyes search the room until they widen in realization.
>“Well, what about me? I got harassed, so don’t I get an apology?”
I’m sorry.
>“There,” Twilight says. “How was that?”
>Princess Celestia scrunches her muzzle.
>“Okay. . . .” Princess Celestia says. “That was a good start, but I think we can do better. Twilight, please leave us alone for about ten minutes so we can smooth out our grievances satisfactorily.”
>You nod and voice your approval of her idea.
>Twilight groans.
>“Princess, normally I have only the utmost respect and admiration for you, but I simply have neither the time nor the stomach to sit around and wait while the two of you finish violating each other.”
>“I’ll let you watch.”
>Twilight, her face blank, turns around without a word.
>“Okay, wait,” Princess Celestia says. “At least let him give me the gift he said he brought me.”
>“Refer to my earlier statement.”
>Princess Celestia turns to you.
>“Before we started straddling each other’s saddles—”Twilight groans again“—you said that you had a gift for me.”
Well, that’s probably in my pants’ pocket.
>“It’s probably something disgusting,” Twilight says. “Go on and give her your gift. But after that we’re out of here.”
>While you turn out your pants’ pockets, Princess Celestia watches Twilight from the sides of her eyes.
>“So just to be clear, he only changes on Mother’s Day, right?”
>“That’s right.”
>“I see,” she says while eyeing you with a shrewd grin.
>You hold your pants pinched up by the white flaps of your turned-out pockets.
I don’t think my gift is in here.
>A golden aura surrounds you.
>You drop both your pants and sunglasses as you feel your feet leaving the ground.
>With a quavering voice and flailing limbs, you float up in the air and drift over to Princess Celestia, who flips herself over on her back when you face her.
>You look down at the image she presents for you, at all the heated points of her white smooth body, at her folded arms and inside her open eyes and legs.
>It is into your heart her radiance shines brightest.
>She bites her lips and looks down the length of her body.
>“If you can’t find your gift in your pants, then perhaps you should look down in here.”
>Your warm-blooded nerves both fret and crave her intent, and the frank emotion she expresses her needs with sends your heart reeling.
>It’s a perfect moment, save for the apoplectic ravings of Twilight, who is trapped behind a transparent golden wall on the side of the room behind Princess Celestia.
>But that didn’t stop her from trotting up and down the length of the wall, banging on it, which made a hollow ringing sound similar to glass, and trying to teleport past it without success.
>She eyes you both in a frenzy.
>“What are you doing? Princess, don’t do this! You’re better than this!”
>It’s while you’re watching this uncomfortable show that Princess Celestia lowers you from up in the air above her.
>Her sensitive lips are pushed on until they receive your tingling red cock.
>Princess Celestia leans back and sighs as you ease in, her face a picture of contentment, framed by Twilight’s background screams.
>“Okay, wait,” Twilight says. “At least let me leave if you’re going to do this. Your magical barrier is blocking the door.”
>You purse your lips and lock eyes with Princess Celestia.
Maybe we should stop—
>She pushes her hips all the way up until your cock hilts in the maw of her pussy.
>Then you feel her first contractions squeeze your cock at its base while the rest of her walls rub up against your length.
>You shudder and gasp, then obediently follow her hips down as she lowers them back to the bed.
>With Princess Celestia still attached at your waist, your feet plant on the floor.
>Then she releases you from her magical grip.
>You take a moment to get your bearings.
>Twilight is still shouting.
>“Are you two even listening to me at all?! I can’t get out!”
>Still red in the face and breathing heavily, you look down at Princess Celestia’s smug, expecting smile.
Fuck it. Forget I said anything.
>You then pull back and slam your entire length into her so suddenly that she cries out and arches her neck.
>You keep fucking her harder and faster after that.
>The smell of her back permeating with sweat drives you on into plowing her deeper and further than ever.
>Her eyes roll back and she loses herself, her fat tongue lolling shamelessly out the side of her open mouth.
>Meanwhile Twilight has taken to lying on the floor, her hooves over her ears and eyes, saying aloud:
>“La-la-la-la-la! I’m not here right now! La-la-la-la-la! I shouldn’t be seeing or hearing this! La-la-la-la-la!”
>She has no idea of the golden sunlight that’s been slowly filling the room.
>Soon through the both of your moaning and gasping, you can feel your loins stirring and building pressure up.
>The tingly nerves of your hot cock flow on with your bounding blood and radiate throughout the rest of your body.
>Your heart shudders, your toes curl, and all the muscles in your legs tense up.
Fuck! I’m coming!
>She smiles, gasps and whinnies.
>“Oh, fuck, yes! Come inside your princess!”
>“La-La-La-La-La! I definitely didn’t hear that!”
>With one last thrust you can feel your tender red cock twitch and throb deep inside her as the final pressure builds at your base.
>Before the eruption, a small stream of come dribbles and oozes out your tip, and starts running down along your slick shaft.
>Then the pressure releases.
>Pressed inside her to the hilt, you look down at your twitching sexes and squirt the full rush of your hot come up into the hungry narrowest walls of her cunt with one final breath.
>Twitching and aching, your empty cock opens and flares and pushes the last drippings of your seed into her sticky walls, all coated and running down with your come.
>You and Celestia feel each other’s bodies come down easy.
>Your dirty cock slides out her leaking pussy, leaving behind it little spots of come on her lips and drippy stains in her sore entrance.
>After you take one last look at her tangled mane and eyes lit up like candles, Princess Celestia rolls over on the edge of her bed and onto her side.
>“I need you to turn around,” she says.
>You cup her ass with one hand and jiggle it around a bit before turning around.
>The sun has risen up from the east and it stands proud at the top of the sky, shining on all the land.
>Your bright eyes look up to it, taking in all its light.
>You again feel an instantaneous change taking you over.
>Twilight peeks one eye out from her hiding spot.
>“Is it finally over?”
>She lifts herself up in surprise when she sees the sun, and sees you picking up your sunglasses.
>She looks at Celestia, who has the face of a naughty cherub that has been caught in a misdeed.
>“Happy Re-Mother’s Day, my dear student.”
>The golden barrier disappears and Twilight stomps over to her.
>“Princess, what in Equestria did you just do?”
>Celestia giggles.
>“I think you know what I did.”
>“Don’t remind me. But now I want to know why.”
>“It’s hard to express it in a way that wouldn’t make you upset with me for my lack of comprehension. Simply put, I felt it was my destiny to help this young man fulfill his.”
>Twilight sputters in anger.
>“But that doesn’t make any sense.”
>“I told you that you would say something like that.”
>“But it’s not your destiny. Your destiny is to rule Equestria and keep harmony alive in the land.”
>“Yes, which is something I’ve been doing a pretty good job of for centuries now. Or would you disagree?”
>Twilight folds her ears.
>“Well, no. But—”
>“And since I’ve been so diligent in serving my first destiny, I think I’m entitled to a second, more exciting one by now.”
>Celestia and Twilight watch as, with renewed energy, you flick your wrist, opening your sunglasses in one motion, slide them on your face, and then start pumping your fists over your head.
MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS! MILFS!
>You turn around and see some purple chick with a shocked face, probably drinking in your tasteful nudity.
>Then you see this sexy milf lying across the bed before you.
>She’s so hot that you have to lift your sunglasses up and admire her fine ass with your naked eye for a moment, if only so you have at least one pure shot of her for the spank bank later.
Holy Shit! Stay right there, honey. I’m coming over to the promise land.
>Twilight steps before you.
>“No, you’re not. I will not have you—”
>But a golden aura surrounds her and she’s scooted sideways to the other side of the room.
>Celestia happily watches as you cross over to her.
>You note the twitching of her tail near the dock.
I don’t say this to just anyone, but you are a ten-outta-ten milf.
>“I thought you might say something like that.”
I noticed you got the sun on your fine ass there.
>“You like my ass?”
>She moves your hand with her magic until your palm rests on her flanks.
>You run your hand along her curves.
>“You want some fuck?”
You fine ass bitch, I want to take my cock and bring the heat to you everywhere where the sun don’t shine.
>Celestia rolls onto her back and, her legs spread, looks up at you.
>“Then the sun shines for you.”
>“Princess! No!”
>Frigging yourself, you grab your legs and pull her towards you.
Aw yeah! Going to get my stiffy blitzed by your . . . uh, hang on a sec.
>You run over to the mirror, snap both your fingers and point at your smiling reflection.
I’m getting laid tonight.
>As you turn around you catch sight of the traumatized purple pony.
You can watch, I guess. But only if I get a crack at your mom later.
>You take a deep whiff of the room.
And damn, wash that pussy, girl. It smells like sex in here.
>“I didn’t even do that! You did!”
>You look at ravaged Princess Celestia, blushing and nodding.
Damn, I’m a good fucker.
>“You do fuck good.”
>“Stop saying fuck—ugh, I mean that word. . . . And the both of you are just the most . . . just the . . . I can’t even believe that . . .
>Her twitching red angry face fixes her lips shut.
>“AGH!!!”
>With trembling fury wracking her body and mind, Twilight teleports away.
>You pout your lips and nod to yourself.
That chick seriously needs to get laid sometime.
>“I know the feeling. I only hope she can eventually forgive me.”
>You cuddle up next to her in bed.
Don’t worry about that. Sexy bitches like you can get away with anything if you just give a little bit up.
>She rolls her eyes, looks in yours and says:
>“I’ve done well for myself so far without being crude, but I’ll consider what you said.”
>You hum in recognition of her good humor, then look down at your stroked pole.
I’m almost ready here.
>“I can see that.”
>She takes over for your hand with her magic before you both lie back further.
>“I should tell you that there aren’t many unhappy mothers in Equestria that would risk upending their contentment for a quick fling with the likes of you.”
I think I get what you’re saying.
>“So whenever mood of your destiny takes hold of you, it would probably be best that you come to me rather than run around and harass the good mothers of Ponyville.”
Sounds like something we should do for the good of all Equestria.
>“That’s exactly what I was thinking.”
That’s a pretty sweet destiny.
>“Yes, it is.”
I wouldn’t want another.
>“Me neither.”
This holiday is fucking awesome.
>Celestia giggles.
>“Fuck yeah, it is.”

>Over in sunny afternoon Ponyville, ponies crowd the streets and stare up into the sky in confusion over the prolonged day.
>Dark-eyed and disheveled, Mrs. Cake steps wobbly up the stairs to your door.
>But the sunshine irritates her wizen face and buzzing head, making her fall forward at the foot of your front step.
>She drags her face along the filthy mat and, turning to one side, slurs out:
>“Okay, I’m ready. . . . Dearie, your favorite milf is here . . . looking for some fuck. . . .”
>She groans when it occurs to her that you would hit her head with the door when you opened it.
>Then comes Dinkie and concerned Derpy, who struggles with her arms around the inebriated milf’s barrel to pick her up.
>“What’s wrong with Mrs. Cake, mommy?”
>“Nothing, sweetie.”
>“Derpy, go inside and tell him I want some fuck.”
>“No, Mrs. Cake, you’re not allowed to say that.”
>“Go in there, and get offa me. I ain’t got any muffins . . . we closed for the day. . . . You’re riding me where he should be riding me. . . .”
>Picking her midsection up off the ground, Derpy helps stand her up as Mrs. Cake rises on her unsteady hooves.
>Derpy lets her lean on her side as they slowly turn and descend the steps, which seem to be shifting under Mrs. Cake.
>“Let’s get you home, Mrs. Cake.”
>“I don’t want to . . . I want some fuck.”
>“Mrs. Cake, don’t you know you can’t say that word?”
>Watching confused, Dinkie says:
>“Can we give Mrs. Cake some fuck?”
>With smudged, blurry eyes, Mrs. Cake stares at Dinkie for a moment before she bursts out laughing.
>“Funny kid of yours, Derpy. . . . I don’t feel well right now.”
>“That’s why we’re taking you home, Mrs. Cake.”
>“That’s nice . . . dearie.”
>They step down into the street.
>Mrs. Cake’s head lolls and she looks lopsided at Dinkie again, whose clear youthful face reminds her of the smell of baby powder and makes her break out in an incomplete smile.
>She closes her eyes and rests her head against Derpy’s temple.
>“Take me home, dearies. . . . It’s my day.”