>You are Anonymous
>Not the concept of being unknown, though you're quite that as well
>And technically, Anonymous wasn't your full name either
>Officially, on your birth certificate, you're "Anonymous Pendratt Lulamoon"
>Your mother always had a taste for the strange and the flamboyant
>You had worked with, well for, her ever since she had decided to go back on the road, about a month after you began walking
>So your childhood had been taken up by working for your mother in her stage shows, working the curtains, pyrotechnics, and other effects in the show
>You had even earned your cutie mark doing it, an exploding Romane Candle
>But even after that, you still stuck with her, working behind the scenes to make her show all the more amazing
>There was only one thing you didn't like about your mom
>"Oh Anon! The Great and Powerful Trixie requires supper for her and her stallionfriend!"
>Okay, maybe three things
"What would you like to eat mo- oh Great and Powerful Trixie?"
>She gave you a smirk that drove you to a red haze every time
>"Make us a salad with sunflower seeds, and don't dare skimp on the seeds, Trixie will know if you do!"
>You sigh, she never actually could tell, but you figure her stallionfriend wouldn't notice
>He was more of a toy than anything else anyway, it wasn't like you'd ever see him again
>But that was how your mother was, do a show, go to the bars, bring home a random stallion while half-drunk, then raid the liquor cabinet in your shared wagon
>She had bought a larger one a while back, but there still weren't any walls for insulation
>Of course that meant, in the morning, you could always get your revenge by playing loud music
>You were passive-aggressive that way
>Maybe that was why you never told your mother that you were in love with her
>Never told her that she makes you worry when she comes home half-drunk with another stallion every other night
>Never explained why you did absolutely everything she asked of you without questioning why, no matter how ridiculous
>So you went into the small kitchen and eavesdropped on the pair conversing as you prepared their meal
>You never ate at the same time as your mother, thanks to your odd sleeping schedule
>As you cook, you reflect back on the way your mother acted towards you in the past couple of years
>You had recently gone through puberty, along with everything that it entails
>As soon as your mother found out, she started teasing you endlessly
>Wearing suggestive clothes around the house
>Asking you to dry her off after a shower
>Shimmying her plot in such a way when you two walked together, that you caught glimpses of her vagina past her tail
>It always sent you into a tizzy, no matter how many times she'd done it
>And you knew why she did it
>It was because you both knew that you were too much of a pussy to do anything about it besides clop when she wasn't around
>But that was all about to change
>You bring the couple their salad along with a bottle of cheap alcohol
>But you had slipped a couple teaspoons of saltpeter into the bottle when you had opened it
>You nodded to both of them, then left the wagon to let them do their business
>It was better for you to not be there when it happened, though they might have a hard time with a combination of liquor and saltpeter in that stallions system
>You grin to yourself, impressed at your own resistence to your mothers actions, however passive
>But you knew it couldn't last forever, sooner or later you'd have to confront her
>But later was fine for now
>A carriage driver nearly runs you down and snaps you back to the present as he yells at you in some language you don't know
>You had travelled fairly far north with your mother, far away from Ponyville to the cold plains of Stalliongrad
>As far as you could tell, there were only two attractive things about this place
>Beautiful architecture and cheap liquor
>And as you walked down the street, levitating a bottle in front of you that you would occasionally take sips from, you were able to partake in both
>You passed by a massive temple, festooned with towering minarets and a huge, scarlet dome in the center
>The plaque said it was the cathedral of St. Equus, a pony that had been martyred attempting to save the lives of a family of Lunar loyalists during the rebellion over a thousand years ago
>The Solar soldiers here had been extreme hardliners and were executing Lunar loyalists in the streets as an example to others
>When Equus had seen a family with three foals dragged into the street in front of his house, he had taken action
>He had gone and confronted the captain, saying he could vouch for their loyalty and morality
>The captain had ignored him and ordered the family executed, to which Equus took great exception
>He stepped between the guards and the family, telling them that to kill the family, they'd have to kill him, a Solar hardliner
>The guards didn't even hesitate to kill him as soon as he had finished speaking
>His death had caused massive riots, and when Celestia had heard of why the ponies were rioting, she came to Stalliongrad herself and dedicated a memorial to the brave pony that had looked out for the safety of others at the cost of his own life
>When Celestia had been revered as a goddess later and the cathedral built, the memorial had been moved inside and placed beside the altar
>And you threw your now empty bottle of cheap alcohol at the gates
>You were quite drunk of course, but you were sober enough to realize it was a mistake as soon as the bottle left your grip
>A pair of police ponies gave chase right away, and you tore through the streets ahead of them, laughing from adrenalin
>You eventually lost them and trotted back to the trailer
>It had been a good few hours since you had left, so you figured that would be enough time for your mother to be finished with the useless stallion
>As you opened the door, your thoughts were justified, but the sight that greeted you was not
>Your mother was alone at the table, a half-empty bottle of the hardest liquor you two had sitting in front of her
>You trotted over to her, dertermined to figure out what had transpired to leave her in such a state
>You place a hoof on her shuddering withers and speak up
"What's wrong mom?"
>Her head turns to you and it's immediately clear she's not had a good night
>Her eyes are bloodshot, her cheeks stained with tear streaks, and her chin and chest coated with patches of the liquor she was drinking
>She had been crying, and drinking far more than usual
>"I-I mean, the Great an' Powerful Trixie was rejected by that plebian mule she brought home!"
>Her words are slurring a bit from drunkeness, but you can understand her at least
>"What a fool, he was losing out on all this!"
>She drunkenly gestures to her body, shimmying in place to complete the effect
"He must have been an idiot. Who wouldn't want you, mom?"
>A smile breaks out on her face and she takes another swig of the alcohol
>You grin back and nuzzle against her booze stained coat, trying to swing her depressed mood around
>"Y'know Anonymous, ever since you grew up, you got handsome. You remind me of your dad, and maybe that's why I tease you so much."
>She sighs and nuzzles you back and nibbles at your ear
>"He left after you were born. Guess he just couldn't handle the Great and Powerful Trixie."
>You can see this is all leading somewhere
>And for you, it's a dream come true
>You had been on the road with her since you were born, and she was the only pony you had ever truly loved
>And now she was returning that feeling
>Sure she was drunk, but what did it matter?
>She probably wouldn't remember any of this tomorrow, so you may as well take advantage of it while you can
>"I wonder if I'll ever find a stallion that can handle everything that Trixie has to off--"
>You cut her off with a kiss, your tongue invading her mouth and caressing the orifice
>You taste the alcohol she's been drinking, the salad you made for her
>And you can almost taste her lust as she returns the kiss, her own tongue wrestling with yours
>Her magic engulfs your body and practically throws you onto her bed, the larger of the two in your home
>She slowly trots over, her magic holding you in place as she sheds her usual cape and hat
>"Trixie has wanted this for a long time, so you had better not disappoint her!"
>You nod solemnly, deciding to not make a sound and just let her talk
>Though your decision may have been influenced by the magical gag your mother had put on you
>She straddles you, her hot, winking vagina pressing on your rapidly growing erection
>The heat pouring from her plot tells you that she's in estrus
>You may have cared, were you not so taken with lust
>You've already reached full mast and she starts grinding on your shaft, sliding her wet vulva back and forth, lubing you up
>"Oh, you've grown up so big! I wonder what you taste like."
>Your dick twitches, her words arousing you even further
>She moans at the movement, but slides off and lifts your member so it stands straight up
>"You should be glad that Trixie is feeling so kind on this auspicious night. It is her birthday after all!"
>Oh shit, you had totally forgotten
>Of course, right now you were too occupied to care, you'd take care of it some other time
>Trixie takes the flare of your cock into her mouth and slides down the shaft
>Without even flinching, she begins deep throating you
>Sliding in and out of her warm throat was driving you mad, and you start thrusting in time with her bobbing
>But before you can cum, she slides your dick out of her mouth with a pop and smiles at you
>"Ah, ah ah, not yet. Trixie hasn't had hers!"
>Your instincts take over in a flash, and before you can stop yourself, you've destroyed the spell keeping you in place and silent
>You push her onto her back and slam your member into her marehood
>She cries out at the sudden violation, but is soon moaning as you rut her
>You use your magic and stimulate her winking clit as your stallionhood slams in and out of her pussy
>Her juices soak both of your crotches as she orgasms from the overstimulation
>Her contractions drive you wild and your pace speeds up
>The force you're using is probably enough to leave bruises, but you're far too deep in ecstasy to care
>You can feel yourself approaching orgasm rapidly
"Mom, I'm gonna cum!"
>She manages to speak between pants
>"Yes, cum for mommy! Fill her up with your seed!"
>Well, you can't ignore an invitation like that
>You shoot your load inside of her, squirting directly into her womb with your seed
>You slow your thrusts and she stops grinding on you
>Both of you look at each other, panting in exhaustion
>Finally, your mother reaches up and pulls your muzzle to hers, locking your lips in a kiss that holds more meaning that just lust
>And you return it with just the same amount of feeling
>You pull out of her and wrap your hooves around her body, spooning her
>Together, you both use magic to pull the stained covers over top of you
"I love you, mom."
>As you fall asleep with her in your arms, you hear her speak and feel her kiss the tip of your horn
>"Trixie love you too, Anonymous. I love you, son."