stuff that isn't a story but that I don't want to lose.  potential story ideas?  probably edited to make myself look better

prompt:
>Principal Momlestia spent years collecting all the girls' DNA to see which has the genes for Anon to pass on.
>She soon found out that the only woman that could do it is her own sister.
>"I'm not having intercourse with my nephew Tia, that's disgusting."
"Relax Lulu, there should be no birth defects in the first generation.'
>"But it's wrong Tia!"
"You seem to not get the message. You. Will. Give. Me. A. Grandchild. Like it or not."

response:
>A combination of bullying, references to childhood shame as blackmail, and desperate begging lead up to this night
>You, aunt Luna, and a bottle of wine.
>...two bottles of wine; your aunt's already downed the first one while your mom was making you "extra sexy" for Luna
>Turns out that your aunt has a bit of a goth streak in her from her teen years that just never went away
>You're surprised at how red Luna's face turns when she sees you with your black eyeliner and clip-on lip ring
>"Say it!" your mom hisses from the closet door
>You sigh
"Let's make this night last forever."

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prompt:
>"Anonymous, sweetheart, what are you doing looking through that old photo album?"
>"-NOTHING!"

post:
>"Oh, look at me!"
>Celestia - aka mom - caresses her picture-self's face while rubbing her own cheek with the palm of her hand.
>"I was so young. God, I'd nearly forgotten about the pink hair."
>Aunt Luna drops her head onto your shoulder and leans against you.
>>"I think I remember when we got this taken, Tia," says Luna, flipping through the photo album a few pages to see if there were any more related photos, "Wasn't this around my 350th birthday?"
>Celestia "mmm"s in the affirmative and starts digging in a nearby box for more photos.
>"That was right around the start of your goth phase, wa-"
>>"Tia," cries Luna, gripping your shoulders tightly, "Why would you say that in front of Anon!?"
>Celestia turns her head to hide her devious smile.
>"I don't know what you're talking about. Lulu," she purrs, fingering a newly-found dusty album, "Don't you want Anon to know about the time we had to burn your black leather pants-"
>Luna lurches forward and nearly knocks you over.
>>"No no no, hold your tongue!"
>"-because you wore them for three weeks straight and the smell wouldn't come out?"
>You successfully hold back your laughter, but the shaking of your shoulders clues aunt Luna in pretty well.
>She falls off of you and lays sprawled out on her back, groaning and covering her bright-red face with her hands.
>There's dead silence for about five seconds, and then-
>>"Your mother used to rub cake all over herself when she masturbated."
>Your gleefully snickering mother stops laughing and freezes in place.
>A flush creeps up the neckline of her shirt.
>The tense silence is held once more until-
>"There was a 50 year period of time where your aunt used to dye her pubic hair blue."
>Aunt Luna sits straight up and glares at Celestia.
>>"Your mother once pierced her nipples with copper studs, and it turned them green!"
>This goes on for at least an hour.
>You learn many things about Celestia and aunt Luna that you wish you never had.

>You are Anon, and it's been nearly an hour of watching your mother and your aunt yell dark and lewd secrets back and forth like a bizarre and perverse game of tennis.
>"Why don't you tell your nephew about how you would NEVER leave the castle without your moon-themed vibrating buttplug!"
>>"Why don't YOU tell your son that you keep his old underwear in a ziplock bag and sniff them when you masturbate!"
>"Hey! Hey, Anon! Luna here used to sneak into people's dreams and have sex with them! Her bed always stunk of FISH!"
>>"Oh yeah? Nephew, the reason your mother breastfed you until you were 7 was because she was insecure about her bust size and didn't want them to shrink when she was no longer lactating!"
>Luna grabs her tits and jiggles them in your direction.
>>"I might have been the 'little sister', but I always had the fattest tits in the kingdom!"
>She jiggles them extra-hard and leans forward towards you.
>>"Aren't the magnificent?!"
>Face red from both anger and embarrassment, your mother marches over to you and plants herself right on your lap, straddling your legs.
>"Shut up, Luna! Anon thinks my breasts are best! The best!"
>She rips her shirt off and thrusts her chest forward, shoving your face in between her tits.
>"See? See?! He thinks they're amazing!"

>The one-upmanship continues until they start arguing about who kisses the best (tested on Anon, since neither of them would ever admit that the other was a better kisser); who gives the best handjobs; who can take a cock deepest down their throat (again, Anon was brought in to help judge); who has the tightest pussy; who has the most fertile womb
>"See? You see?! My tits don't get as sore as YOURS do!"
>Celestia jiggles her naked, swollen breasts at her equally naked sister
>Flecks of milk spray from her dark nipples get on the bed the three of you now share
>"How're those 'fattest tits in the kingdom' doing for you now?!"

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saving this because I'm a narcissistic asshole.  -I- thought it was funny, anyway.

>Sunset sighs with disappointment and pokes at your flaccid member.
>You have never been more happy to have been rendered impotent from fear.
>"C'mon, Anon, this is a limp sock. What happened to that roll of quarters in your pocket?"
>Against your better judgement, you snap back sarcastically.
"I guess I'm just not happy to see you."
>Your eyes widen in shock as your brain catches up with your mouth, and you await whatever punishment your sister has for you.
>To your surprise, she just snorts in amusement.
>"Eat me, you shit."
>After a moment, Sunset spreads her legs and reveals her bare pussy to you.
>"No, seriously; eat me."