Sonanon and Lightning Dust.

>Mom came home today from Wonderbolt tryouts, and by Celestia was she PISSED. You hadn't seen mom this upset since your dad showed you pictures of when she was pregnant with you. That scowl she was giving dad in the picture of the day you were brought home, that was the face behind some serious nightmares.

"H-hey mom."

>The look Lighting Dust gave you was one of pure annoyance and contempt, "Can it runt. I'm not in the mood," Something was wrong indeed.

"Mom, what happened? Did... did they not want you?"

>Dust was fuming now, her eyes were on fire as she recalled the tryouts, "Those fuckers kicked me out!" She screamed, "I did more than that bitch Rainbow Dash, I worked harder than any of those so-called 'candidates.' Spitfire should've been kissing my hooves, begging me to join them. Instead she..." She trailed off before letting out a loud groan of annoyance, "I don't want to talk about it, runt. So leave me alone!"

"Is there anything I can do?"

>"NO!" She all but spat in your face, "NOW LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!"

>You sink to the ground submissively as you watch Dust storm off, still cursing and hollering. After roughly a minute you decide now would be a good time to pick yourself up and slink over to your room. You spare a wayward glance back to the lit doorway to mom's room, only to see a shattered photo of the Wonderbolts fly from it. Now wasn't a good time to talk to her, and you were an idiot for trying to talk about it when she was like that.

 

>So you sat on your bed, listening to mom rant and rant like there was no tomorrow. Then you felt something cold run down your cheek. You lift a hoof to cheek, catching to cold thing easily. It was your turn to be angry, because lingering on the tip of your hoof was a single, bastardous, tear. You hated crying, you felt so vulnerable, so pathetic. You sigh as you lay down, this was a tiring day. Needed to trash the cake, clear tomorrow's dinner reservations, and cancel the party scheduled for next week.

>You were about to pass out when you heard your door creek open. Mom slowly made her way in, thinking you were asleep. You shift in your bed so you can look at her.

"Hey mom."

>Dust looked surprised, but it quickly disappeared in place of shame, "Hey runt," She began as she trot over to your bedside, "Sorry for screaming in your face like that, but it's not every day your dreams get shattered, you know?"

"You scream at me all the time mom, I don't really give a damn."

>Mom lets out a chuckle, "Yeah, but that's when we're training. You don't scream at someone because things aren't going your way."

"You kick their ass?"

>Mom laughs again, "Yeah. You kick the ass of the little shit that gave you a bad day," At least she was cheering up a bit.

"Is that why you would beat up dad all the time?"

>"Little bastard had it coming for knocking me up," Mom answers, "Months of lounging around and putting on pounds. That shit doesn't fly with me, you don't put me out of commission without some sort of payback," Lightning Dust gives you a stern look, "When you knock up some poor mare, make sure it's planned."

"Yeah mom, we'll plan ahead before estrus comes along."

>Mom punches your shoulder playfully, "Little shit."

 

"So... What are you going to do now?"

>Mom's playful smirk fades away, "I don't know. I wasted so many years for this day, and I doubt they'll let me try again after that stunt I pulled."

"Are you still up for that race tomorrow?"

>Mom leans down and kisses your forehead, "Sure runt. I'm not going to let bullshit like this ruin our fun."

"I'm beating you this time."

>Dust gives you a very competitive look, "You haven't been able to beat me since the doctor pulled you out my pussy. No way in hell is that going to change!" There was that fire, there was that voice you knew.

>You kiss mom's nose playfully. You always did that to tease her, shit always pissed her off.

"If you can't beat some Ponyville trash like Dashie, how can you beat your own flesh and blood?"

>That really set your mom off, she nearly looked like she was going to turn tail and kick you in the face, "Oh you are so getting it tomorrow! I might just have to start beating your ass again after a comment like that!" You both parted eager for the morning. It took you hours to fall asleep, you were far too excited at the prospect of finally beating mom at her own game. You've been come second for far too long, it was time to leave that bitch in the dust.

>Come sunrise you awoke to breakfast in bed. Mom left you a note that read, "I'll be waiting for you in ghastly gorge, so eat up runt."

>You immediately begin to scarf down your meal. Mom always warned you eating too fast would make you sick, but you needed to get to the gorge pronto. The sooner you get there, the sooner you could rub mom's face in your victory.

>You flew out the window at breakneck speed, you were certain that you just tore the sound-barrier a new asshole.

"Just practice for mom's."

>You couldn't help but laugh at the image. Cocky, competitive, dominant Lightning Dust. Bent over and panting sharply, her cute little asshole- you shake your head immediately. If mom knew you just thought that, she'd rip your dick off and force you to eat it.

 

>After that cringe-worthy image you return to reality. The gorge was only a short distance away, and you could already see mom doing warm-ups. You stop when mom spots you and flashes her signature smirk, "C'mon runt! Time to show you mommy's still got it!"

>Oh it is so on.

>The two of you line up on a cliff. You could already see the canyon eels peek out and eye you hungrily. Shit, you wonder if you'd make it out alive. You remembered coming here last year, the eels hadn't taken over like they did now. There were so many that the gorge was practically a wildlife preserve there were so many of the slimy bastards.

"You sure about this mom? There are a shitload of eels."

>Mom looks at you, "Chicken?" You snort loudly in response, worry totally gone, "That's more like it. On three," A long pause. You knew what she was doing, so you tense your hindlegs for the leap, "Three!" The two of you speed off in perfect sync. Just like you feared, the eels were all too eager to get a hold of your flank. One of them even slithered entirely from its cave just for the chance to snap its jaws at mom. She was weaving throught the teeth and crags like a pro, and the way the eels were more interested in mom, they'd often block you, forcing you to slow down and over time mom was getting a decent lead because of it. She craned her head at you, "What was that about beating me?"

"The race isn't over yet!"

>You redoubled your efforts, pushing yourself as hard as you could. But there was the very real possibility that Dust was going to come out on top... again, "Where's all that bravado, runt? I thought you were my kid!" Oh that bitch.

 

>You swear to Celestia that eel wasn't there half a second ago.

>You swear to Celestia that you weren't about to smack into the bastard creature at top speed.

>You'd also swear you didn't just knock yourself out, but you were unconscious.

>Part of you wished you had some life-changing revelation while you were out, but that's asking for too much.

>Groaning audibly, you finally come to. You're resting on a flat stone at the bottom of the gorge. You're further downstream, so you can only assume that you were washed up. You scan the area around you to find that it would've been more than easy to impale yourself one of the jagged stones that flank the pool.

>"Hey runt,” You crane your aching neck around to find mom right behind you, a look of great relief on her face.

“Hey mom.”

>Dust sits down by your side, pulling your throbbing head into her lap, “I almost kept going,” She said, “When I didn't see you behind me I thought you were just lagging behind,” Her voice sounded like it was on the verge of tears, but her eyes were dry, “I won, and I wait for a half-hour. My son isn't that slow, so I started my way back up the gorge,” Her voice cracks at gorge, “There you were, limp and floating downstream. You were right, it was a bad idea to come here.”

“I just said there were a shitload of eels mom.”

>“And those eels almost made me lose you.”

“I'd have been fine mom, you taught me better than that.”

>Mom doesn't appreciate your nonchalance, “Do you see that over there?” She gestures ahead. Agonizingly you try to look forward, and you spot a low-lying canyon eel dwelling, “You were just about to get snapped up when I found you drifting in the water.”

“So I guess we should head home?”

>“Yeah,” Mom says weakly as she helps you up, “I can carry you home if you're still out of it,” Your eyes narrow at the idea. You can still take care of yourself.

“I can get home no problem. Just need to take it slow.”

 

>Mom can't help but smile a bit, “I'll be right behind you runt,” She spreads her wings, “Now hop to it. Slowly,” You comply only because mom made it sound like an order. Within seconds you're thanking her though. Your wings hurt like hell and you lost a feather or two, you had to flap harder than usual just to keep your speed constant.

>It was midnight by the time you managed to struggle home. Mom was still upset, you were panting like a dog, and everything was aching like there was no tomorrow. You couldn't even make it to your bed, plus the couch was looking far more comfortable anyway. With a sigh you plop down on those heavenly cushions.

“Sweet Celestia this couch feels good.”

>You feel the cushions shift as mom plops down by your side, “How are you feeling?”

“Tired.”

>You feel mom's hoof settle on your shoulder, “I'm sorry,” She all but whispers.

“It's fine mom.”

>“No it's not,” Dust says, “I'm... I'm not going to let something like this happen again. I already lost my chance with the wonderbolts, and I nearly lost my son in the same day. Starting tomorrow your mom is going to change,” You don't really like the sound of that. You remember reading a horror story about a paranoid mom that chained her kid up in her basement so she wouldn't lose them.

“How are you changing?”

>You need to know so you can start running. >Mom looks at you with a soft smile, “Don't you worry about that. You just rest and let mommy take care of it,” You gulp audibly. You've read enough tragedies to know this has a very high chance of ending horribly for you.

>The next morning was pretty normal. Mom was a bit more clingy than usual, but beyond that things were running smooth.

>Then it was grocery day, and you learned that Lightning Dust might've cracked just a teensy bit.

 

>“You're not going.”

>Okay maybe a lot.

“Mom it's the fucking store, there's no canyon eels that frequent the Cloudsdale market.”

>The look she gave you reminded you of your baby pictures, and you find yourself shrinking because of it, “I'm going, you're staying home,” She says sternly, “Got it?” You grumble before dipping your head in agreement. Maybe just give it time and she'll be reasonable, the wounds are still fresh it seemed.

>Next day there was a race in Canterlot you'd spent months waiting for. Mom doesn't like the idea, “You're not going,” At all.

“Mom I agreed to the grocery store because it was a little thing, but I'm not missing this race. I got money on Spitfire and I plan to watch her make me a profit!”

>Mom pauses, “Then I'm coming with,” You give her an angry look, this wasn't the end of it and you both knew it.

>The race was fine, you made thirty bits, but there was still that tension between you and mom.

“Mom I'm heading out.”

>“No you're not,” She tells you.

“I'm sick of you coddling me like a foal. I'm a stallion, I can make my own fucking decisions!”

>“Not under my roof!” Mom retorts before letting out a gasp. You pause at that, and mom stares at you wide-eyed. She knew what you were going to say next.

“Then maybe it's time I leave.”

>You could practically see her heart breaking in front of you, and to be honest, so was yours. You were so close, and because of an accident, you had to split up. She doesn't even follow you to your room, she just sits on the couch in silence.

>Hours later you hear a knock on your door, “Hey runt? D-do you want dinner?” You join her for dinner, but you're both totally silent. Something was wrong with the food, it tasted funny. You decide to break the silence.

“Hey mom? Did you do something to the food?”

>She smiles innocently, “I don't know what you're talking about.”

 

>Your eyes went so wide you feared they'd fall out of your sockets.

“What did you do?”

>You were too stunned to even put emotion into that question, and for some reason your breaths were getting short. Dust hums sweetly as she takes your plate, “Ginseng,” The answer gives you pause.

“I thought ginseng was a muscle relaxant.”

>Mom returns and nuzzles your neck, a gesture that makes your skin crawl and your hair stand on end, “What they don't teach you is that it can also be used as an aphrodisiac,” >Your mouth drops.

“M-mom-”

>She rests a hoof against your lips, “Shhh,” She whispers in your ear, “Just relax baby,” She never called you that. Ever.

“Why?”

>“I'm not letting you go without a fight,” She tells you, “I'm going to make sure you beg me to take you back,” She pulls your legs apart, giggling sweetly, “There's a reason the Griffons put an embargo on the stuff you know. Drives stallions mad when you prepare just right, and you are a stallion,” She lifts your member, “Aren't you?” She punctuates her question with a soft kiss on the tip. You gulp audibly as your cock starts throbbing like mad.

“I-it hurts mom.”

>“What's that?” She asks smugly, “What hurts baby? What can mommy do?” The bitch was turning you into putty, and for some reason you couldn't help but love it.

“M-my...”

>You trail off, which only drives Dust to start stroking your cock with her hoof, “Does your dick hurt?” You nod furiously, “Does baby want mommy to make it all better?” Another nod, “Promise me.”

“What?”

>“Promise me you never leave me,” She says, the sultriness in her voice gone, “Promise and I'll take care of you,” It hurt so much you couldn't refuse.

“O-okay.”

>She smiles, “Now what do you need mommy to do?” She starts stroking your cock faster.

“Make it s-stop.”

>“How do I make it stop?” She asks innocently.

 

“Mom!”

>Dust smirks as she places her lips over the tip, “Okay baby, mommy will make you feel good.”

You gasp as you feel her mouth wrap around you. She keeps going down and down, then she starts gagging. She doesn't stop until she hits the base. Mom looks up to you with tear-filled eyes, and you reward her by placing a hoof on her head.

>Dust moans in appreciation before pulling back, then she slams back down to the base, letting out another loud gag. Then she does it again, and again. You groan as she begins to set a pace. You couldn't believe this, your mom was deepthroating you, and here you were just letting it happen.

>Eventually she stopped gagging, but her rhythm was quickly getting wild. You were just groaning like an animal, savoring every second of your mom's mouth.

“S-stop, I'm going to-”

>Mom's ears perk up and she slows down before pulling away entirely with an audible pop, “How was that?” She asked, a dribble of saliva still anchoring her to your cock.

“You made it worse.”

>You tried to sound angry, but you couldn't bring yourself to it. Mom just smiles, “To fix a broken bone you have to snap in into place,” She tells you. Given the context that sounded very disturbing. Mom turns around and bends over, making sure to keep her tail covering her filly bits, “Does baby want a peek?” You growl in frustration. Mom wiggles her plot enticingly, “Say it.”

“I want to see.”

>You couldn't believe you just said that. However mom was all too eager to move her tail out of the way, putting her assets on display. Sweet Celestia she was soaked, at this rate there's be a puddle on the floor there was so much. Mom flicks her tail impatiently, “Well? Why don't you return the favor?”

“You didn't let me-”

>“That comes later,” She tells you, “Now clean me up.

 

>You trot over and maneuver your head between mom's legs. Experimentally you give the juices on her thigh a lick, and mom lets out a soft coo in encouragement. So you give her another lick, making sure to drag your tongue roughly along the wetness that was dribbling down her leg, “Mmm,” Mom manages to stifle her moan, “More,” She pants out, and you're all too happy to oblige. You try to collect every drop, but that little slit above keeps producing more and more.

>You decide to abandon cleaning her thighs and go right to the source. You give the slit a hard lick, and mom gasps loudly in response. You continue to tease her, you continue to lick the outside, not bothering to part her lips and delve inside her honey-hole, “Baby, I need- I need-”

“What does mommy need?”

>“I need you to clean mommy's insides,” She pants out, “I want my son to lick me all-over,” You chuckle at her response.

“I can do that.”

>You lower yourself onto your back and give mom a tap on her inner thigh. Her legs tremble as she tries to gingerly lower herself over your waiting tongue. She lets out another coo when she feels your lips against hers.

“Are you ready?”

>Your answer is mom grinding her pussy against your face. You growl in response before forcing your tongue inside. Dust moans loudly as you set to work, “Baby's tongue-” She stammers, “Baby's tongue-!” She collapses on to the floor, her abdomen still anchored to you. You continue to work her pussy with your tongue, twisting it and making it do things you thought you couldn't do before now. Your ears perk up every time Dust comments on your work.

>Then she pulls herself off you, leaving you very disappointed, as now you have nothing to distract you from your painful hardon, “I want to cum with you,” She whimpers, “I want my little boy's dick,” She rolls onto her back, her wings flared out of her arousal, “Are you ready?”

 

Y-yeah.”

>Mom pulls her legs into her arms, eagerly awaiting your arrival. You make your way over and rest your front hooves against mom's legs. You gulp as you move into position, here we go. You close your eyes, start pushing, and wait for the magic.

>The magic didn't come. You found yourself pushing against mom's hoof, which was now blocking her entrance, “Uh-uh,” She says, “You're not putting it in there,” She shifts a little and pushes your throbbing member lower, rubbing it against her anus, “You gotta make me cum from here before I even consider you're deserving of mommy's pussy,” You let out a low growl, “Make love to my ass, fill it with your cum,” She leans forward and kisses you, “And if I like it then we can talk about the real prize.”

“You've done-?”

>“Enough to know mommy likes it dry,” You can hear it in her voice, she's only saying that because she's always pushing her limits. You'll give her the benefit of a doubt regarding her ass, but dry? She must work that hole every day. You find your cock tensing as you imagine mom toying herself, moaning about her son's dick. With all the motivation you'll ever need, you start pushing. As expected, mom's asshole is resisting.

“You're certain?”

>“I clean it and everything,” She mutters, totally embarrassed by the question. But that statement gives you an idea.

“It's clean?”

>Your mom smirks, “Clean as Celestia's,” That's another wonderful image, but you'll have to store it in your fap folder for now. You move into a sitting position and pull mom into your lap, her anus centimeters from your face, “W-what are you- AH!” That's the loudest you've heard her yet, and to think all you had to do was literally kiss her ass, “Ooh, baby's so naughty. He'd rather lick mommy's ass then fuck it,” Her dirty talk was not helping, you felt your boner pressing against her back, “Hurry baby, I don't want to wait for my prize much longer.”

 

>You want to make this quick too, so you spread her cheeks and force your tongue in. After a gasp of encouragement from Lightning Dust you begin to probe her asshole. Mom tries her best to stifle her moans, she almost sounds ashamed she's getting pleasure from such a dirty place. After another minute of tongue-twisting action you pull away.

“Now you're ready.”

>Mom squeals excitedly as you shift back into your previous position, “Don't hold back,” Mom tells you. At this point, you don't think that's possible. Once again you gently prod her anus, little to no resistance is offered so you start pushing. Mom's breaths grow short, she's gasping and whining at the same time, given anal toys can be pretty small compared to the dragon dildos that are all the rage right now, but this makes you wonder how genuine her anal experience actually is.

>You spent so much time thinking about this issue that you failed to realize you had just had just successfully hilted you dick in Dust's asshole. But if you were paying attention you'd probably say something cheesy like “Victory!” or something else that'd totally kill the mood.

>You look up and see mom's eyes were half-lidded, her tongue was hanging out of her mouth while she panted softly.

“You've... never done anal. Have you?”

>“Noo,” Mom moans, grinding her ass against you, “But it feels soo good,” You could guess given the tongue, but it was nice to hear it straight from the horse's mouth.

“I'm going to move now.”

>“Please,” Mom moans out. Slowly you begin to buck against her. Gently at first, as you still want her to get used to your size.

“Why d-didn't you tell me?”

>“I-I knew this was your first- ah! -t-time, ah, so mommy wanted to give you one of her firsts,” Dust whimpers out, which causes you to stop moving out of surprise, “Are you mad?” She looks at you with welling tears.

 

>You kiss her nose as you often would to upset her.

“I think momma needs to be punished for tricking me.”

>Dust starts grinding her hips against you, making you buck your hips involuntarily, “Please, punish me, make me feel sorry for what I did. Make mommy your anal-doll!” She gasps when you start pumping more vigorously. She wasn't prepared for such a quick change of gears, and she can barely keep herself from whining and moaning again.

>You were having the time of your life. Who would've thought that anal fantasy you had before the accident would be playing out for you? You start really picking up the pace now, and poor Lightning Dust was forced to take every single pump from your dick, “Ah, ah, ah, oooh baby! You're so good to mommy's ass!” She moans. You need to fix that, this is a punishment. Smirking devilishly you give her ass a good slap, earning a surprised shriek from your mom.

“Do you like that?”

>Between the pants she manages a very meek yes. Which earns another hard smack. All the while you continued pounding like there was no tomorrow. Soon you found mom pushing against you, trying to go against your momentum, force your cock deeper. Judging from the look in her eyes she was practically begging for that cum.

“Not yet, just a bit longer.”

>“I want it!” Mom tells you, “I want baby's cum inside my ass!”

“Not yet!”

>That time you sounded angry. But Dust got the message. She leaned back and continued to take the pounding you were giving her, which to your chagrin was beginning to grow more and more erratic, “Looks like you don't have much of a choice,” Mom says. You growl and pull her into a kiss as you finally let go. Mom squeals as she feels your hot seed spill into her ass. She has to pull away to catch her breath, “Mmm, s-so much,” She gasps out.

 

“Satisfied?”

>Mom eyes the cum dribbling out her ass and onto the floor. Hesitantly she collects some with her hoof and gives it an experimental taste, “Your cum tastes so good,” She says offhandedly, “I wonder how it would be mixed with mine,” Your ears perk up at that. Mom sees this and smirks, “Sorry runt, but you need to clean up your mess first,” You scowl as she starts trotting off, “I'll be waiting for you in the shower,” You feel your cock twitch at those words. This was far from over.