Title:           Derpy's Lunch (Slight Lewd)
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Sunday 24th of May 2015 08:56:10 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 24th of May 2015 08:56:10 AM CDT

>Your house comes into view after ten minutes of walking from your summer job.
>Before you reach for it, you can already see that the door handle has saliva on it.
>Mom must have beat you home today.
>You take out your napkin and open the door to your house.
>”Welcome home sweetie!” chips a familiar, almost boyish voice.
“Hi mom, I guess you got done working first huh?”
>”Mmhmm, I rushed through everything today so I could make lunch ready for you muffin.”
“Mom, you didn’t forget some of your jobs today did you?”
>She has a habit of forgetting things when she’s excited like this.
>”Nu-uh, I was super duper careful today. I didn’t even forget to pick up my pay this time!”
>Great! Now you don’t have to go get that.
“Wow! That’s really great mom, I’m so proud of you!”
>You scratch your mother’s ears and she nuzzles your palm.
>You look around the table, only to find it empty.
“Mom? I thought you said you made lunch?”
>”I did Anon.”
“Well… where is it?”
>You look up at the ceiling just make sure there wasn’t another “lasagna incident”.
>”Well I was talking to Mrs. Cake when I made my delivery today…”
“Oh? Did they have any new muffin recipes?”
>”Yeah! They had pear crumble and super breakfast an- wait, no. That’s not what I was going to say Anon!” Derpy huffs.
>You giggle internally, mom is too cute when she get all frumpy.
>”She was telling me about her foals, and how having two is really tough to feed...”
“I think they’re doing okay with money right?”
>”Nonny, am I bad mommy?”
>Oh boy, what did it this time?
“No! Mom, of course you’re not a bad mom.”
>”B-but… Mrs. Cake was telling me how feeding her foals is the most loving thing a mother can do!”
 
“You feed me all the time mom, you love me plenty.”
>Your mom wipes her runny nose with a foreleg.
>You pull out the napkin you had in your pocket and kneel down so you’re closer to mom’s height.
“Mom, I told you about wiping your nose.”
>You dab just under her golden eyes and soak up the tears before wiping her nose and letting her blow out the rest.
>Mom pulls you into a hug you weren’t expecting causing you tilt forward onto your hands and knees so you don’t fall face first onto your mom.
>”I wasn’t talking about feeding like that Anon.”
>What in Equestria is she talking about then?
“Well, then feed me whatever it is that makes you a loving mother. I’ll eat it all.”
>”Really?! Oh I knew I had the bestest son ever!” she squeezes you with strength you forget she’s capable of.
>Mom lets you go and jumps up towards the couch.
>Only to miss it by a few feet and head plant into the floor.
>But this is pretty usual for her, so you just let her get up on the couch with her dignity in tact.
>Your mom stretches herself out on the special couch Twilight Sparkle ordered for her.
>It’s super long because they weren’t sure how big you were going to grow.
>She looks back and to you… and the kitchen, and gives you a loving smile.
>”Well?”
“Well what mom? Where’d you put the food?”
>Your mom looks confused.
>”It’s right here muffin.”
>You keep looking around and see nothing food-like around.
“Are you sure it’s right here mom?”
>Your mom’s muzzle scrunches in frustration.
>”Of course I’m sure Anon, I bought the right potion and everything.”
“Mom you’re really confusing me.”
 
>”Sit up on the couch silly filly.”
“I’m not a- ugh, alright.”
>Maybe you’ll figure out what she means if you just play along.
>You’re now sitting next to your mother on the very spacious couch.
>”Okay Anon, I’m ready when you are.”
“Ready for wh-AH!”
>Mom turned over onto her back and flicker her tail away, you can see her… everything.
“MOM! D-don’t show me th-that!”
>”But how else are you going to eat Anon?”
>What in Tartarus is Mrs. Cake doing to her foals?!
>”I took the potion so they’d be all full of milk…”
>Milk?
>You debate internal about whether or not you should look to see if she’s taken some horrible transforming potion.
>”I… i just wanted to be a good mommy…”
>You sigh and cautiously glance over to your mom, starting at her tearful face and going further down until you see...
>SWEET CELESTIA!
>Her teats are all sw-
>This is what she drank a potion for?!
“Mom, why?! Why did you do this?”
>”Mrs. Cake said-“
“This is what you mean by feeding? Mom, I-I can’t do that, I’m fifteen years old!”
>”But you said you would Anon! Please! I have to be good mommy! I-I don’t want anypony to think I’m not the best for the most special boy in the whole wide world!”
>You’re completely torn.
>This is beyond weird.
>But… she doesn’t seem to understand that it’s only for foals.
>And at this point there’s no convincing her otherwise.
>Time to bite the arrow…
 
“You’re a great mom. I know you are, because you’re my mom. If this is what it takes to prove it to you, then… then I’ll do it.”
>Your mom’s eyes go from heartbreaking sadness to pure joy in a matter of seconds.
>The things you do for her…
>The pony who took you in and defended to keep you tooth and hoof.
>The things she did for you…
>You sigh one more time and prepare yourself mentally for this.
“S-so… what do I do?”
>”You just gotta lay down and latch on silly! Mrs. Cake says all babies know how to do that.”
>Yeah, well last you checked your not a baby.
>You look down strictly at your mother’s belly and no further down.
>Already you can feel your cheeks burning.
>You turn belly down and are being supported by only your arms as you suspend your torso above your mom’s lower half.
>Slowly you lower yourself down onto her so your face is hovering just above her… those.
>The grey fur of mom’s thighs brush against your neck sending extremely awkward tingles along your spine.
>You let out a nervous breath and mom wiggles just under you.
“H-hold still mom, I’m trying to… do… this.”
>”I’m trying muffin. Your breath is all tickley” she whimpers.
>You pick your target and hesitantly lower your lips to it.
>The moment your lips make contact your mom lets out a low moan.
>Instantly you jerk your head up.
>Your whole face must be red by now.
“Mom! Please! I can’t do this if you make noise like that!”
>”I’m sorry Nonny, I’ll try real hard for you!”
>You lower yourself back down and close your eyes.
>You can feel the heat coming from her belly.
>The smell of soap fills your nostrils.
 
>You loved that smell ever since she showed you her special talent all those years ago to the crying boy you once were.
>Alright Anon. For mom.
>You “latch on” and try to push all thought about what you’re doing from your mind.
>You make a light suction and a warm liquid seeps into your mouth making it much harder to ignore what you’re doing.
>It tastes… it’s actually pretty good?
>Kind of like a milkshake, but warm.
>Your mind starts feeling fuzzy as you continue the motions.
>Mom’s smell, her warmth, her milk.
>It’s bringing out some calming feelings in you that you don’t quite understand.
>The harder you try to understand it the weaker the feeling becomes so you just let your mind drift.
>A gentle nudge on the back of your head presses you closer to mom’s stomach which you fins eases the tension in your neck so you relax further.
>”There you go… my sweet foal,” your mom coos as she rubs the back of your head.
>You continue drinking until you feel ready to burst.
>It’s not a painful fullness, it’s more of a draining fullness.
>You can’t muster the alertness to get up.
>Mom keeps rubbing the back of your head and humming contentedly to you.
>Your eyes get heavier, but you feel a bit of uneasiness in your gut.
>”Oh, wait… Mrs. Cake told me about this too.”
>Mom leans forwards some and pats your back gently.
>She can’t possibly think that’ll...
*Brraap*
>You can’t believe that happened.
>You’re to relieved to care though.
>The uneasiness is gone and you feel more relaxed than ever before as mom’s hoof goes back to rubbing your head.
>Just before sleep takes you away, you can hear your mother.
>”I can’t wait to tell everypony at work about how good you are…” she whispers with pride.
>Wait what…