Berry Pinch was snuggled up in her bed, completely unaware of the atrocious acts you were commiting upon her mother. Above her, on the headboard of her bed the name Berry Pinch had been painted in neat script. The unicorn foal looked so peaceful laying there, you didn't even wake her as you took her out of her bed. You picked her up by the scruff of her neck and brought her downstairs, she slept through the whole trip, only stirring when you placed her by the dinner table. Her big, beautiful eyes opened up, and she rubbed the sleepiness from them.
"Where am I, who are you?" She looked around, "Where's mommy?"
You did your best to appear friendly to the foal as you took the stewpot from the oven.
"I'm one of your mother's friends, dear. Don't you remember me, Berry Pinch? I knew you since you were a little bitty foal."
"I'm sorry ma'am," She avoided eye contact, probably too embarrassed.
"Oh, it's fine, little fillies can be very forgetful sometimes." You removed the lid from the pot, letting some steam rise off your concoction. You have to stifle a giggle when you see Pinchy sniff the air hungrily.
"I-Is that for me? I'm awful hungry, on account of mommy going out late to get her medicine. She forgot to make dinner again."
The poor darling, thank goodness you were there to be her guardian angel. You decide to answer her by ladleing out a portion of your Ponyhoof stew into a bowl, and putting the steaming hot brew in front of her. She's practically drooling, but polite enough to ask you,
"Aren't you gonna have any?"
"Oh, not yet, sweetums. I'm not very hungry, you just eat up!"
You give her a reassuring smile, which she returns, before digging into her stew bowl. She has no idea, absolutely no idea. She just happily munches up the stew, not asking a single question. She's so naive, so, innocent. You feel yourself losing your willpower. Your hoof climbs lower and lower, until you're clopping underneath the table. You move slowly, carefully, so as not to tip off Pinchy while she eats the meat from her own mother's hooves. She looks up and notices the pained expression and slight breathlessness on your face.
"Ma'am, are you okay?"
"F-fine, I juuust... Just have a little, nng, cold. Are you eh-unh-enjoying your meal?"
"Oh, of course! It's so tasty, the carrots and peppers and broth, I don't know what these lumpy grey parts are but they're super tasty!"
She's hooked. By Celestia she's hooked. A pony that gets a taste for pony never goes back, you never did. A rush of possibilities comes to you, you'll never have to eat alone now, you could teach her the intricacies of filleting pony flesh, you could finally have a daughter of your own. Or maybe, a lover. You become so giddy that you reach a speedy, albeit unsatisfying orgasm. A few drops of female fluids leak onto the floor, but you doubt Pinchy heard it. She was too busy licking her bowl clean. Your eyes narrow on her, you lick your lips and ponder just what you'll be able to do, and you realize the biggest snag to your plan is obvious. She has no idea she had just eaten part of her own mother. She might be hysterical, it could spoil everything.
I guess that means you have a bit of a choice to make. Should you be honest and upfront with her, or lie and ease her into her new life of cannibalism?
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