“Scootaloo,” An angry voice boomed from down the hall, “That better be you. What the hay are you doing home so bucking late?!”
The orange filly cowered in the doorway of her home, the confidence that she feels when do daring tricks or crusading completely washed away at the sound of that rough voice. Legs trembling she slowly made her way deeper into the cold halls, pausing only to rest her saddle bags carefully up against the wall. Carefully she turned the corner, eyes wide as she saw several already empty bottle lining the base of the living room recliner.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” She squeaked, “I thought, I thought I told you this morning I was going crusading. With Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle?”
Fiery eyes turned to her, “Well, you didn’t. I was sitting here, waiting for you to get your sorry ass home. Thought you left me like she did. Do you think you’re too bucking good for me? Is that why you are always out with your miserable little friends? Get your flank over here and answer me!”
Shuffling hooves lead a downcast Scootaloo closer to her father, the room silent save for a tinkling sound as a orange limb brushed carelessly into a discarded bottle.
"What have I told you about lying to me, Scootaloo? I love you, but I can not tolerate such behavior while I am your father."
With trepidation Scootaloo looks up at her father, sensing more to come and dreading what might come.
"Bend over." Came the blunt words.
"Daddy! Please don't hit me! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you...Please don't hit me, please..." Scootaloo sobbed.
"Get that filthy flank of yours into the air right now. Unless you want something even worse to happen..."He growled, already lifting a rust red hoof threateningly.
Quickly Scootaloo folded her front hooves underneath her, staring blankly at the wall in front of her, eyes tracing the outline of the peeling beige paint. Her flank displayed prominently in the air her father smiled, lowering his hoof to rest along its surface. Scootaloo shivered at his touch.
"Please, Daddy..."
"Hush, if you were a good filly your daddy wouldn't have to do this. This is all on you, Scootaloo. Deal with your actions like a mature mare."
Whimpers came from underneath the stallion, bringing a slight frown to his muzzle.
"Did I not just bucking tell you to be quiet," A hoof slams down hard upon the youthful flank, more following it, "Can you not even listen to what your father tells you? Do I mean that bucking little to you?!"
"I'm sorr-" Scootaloo is cut off as two hooves land solidly against the back of her skull, forcing her nose to harshly bend against the wooden floor boards.
"You listen to me you little bitch, if you speak one more word, make one single bucking sound, I will rip out that tongue of yours. If you don't believe me just try pushing your luck, just try it," He hisses into his daughter's ear before biting down harshly, "Do I make myself clear?"
Silence meet his words, the only sound to be heard was the tiny plink as a tear fell upon the floor.
"Good."
That single syllable was all the broke the silence before more strikes rained down upon the fearful filly. The blows kept coming, striking upon her back, her flank, even the base of her wings until once blow brushed away her tail. The fully exposed view drove her drunken father over the edge he was standing on and with force he hit the young pony one last time right between the blades of her shoulder.
Panting for reasons he couldn't understand the stallion took a step and fully acknowledge the scene before him, The sobbing filly, lost in her own tears and pain; the faint clouding of bruises all over her backside; and then the most wonderful draw. That tight puckered hole and beneath it her virgin marehood, so carelessly exposed to him. He felt a twinge.
"Scootaloo, you are so beautiful. You remind me of her, your mother..."
A hoof reached out once more to the orange backside, this time a hoof gentle in nature, stroking slowly lower. A strangled sob left the mouth of the filly, not noticed by either. The coarse working hoof of her father slowed as it reached its goal, brushing against the tender lips. With a grin he prodded as the lips, bringing up another hoof to spread the outer labia to reveal the treasure within. He knew this had never been seen before by pony eyes, never before used and abused. He licked his lips and leaned in for deep whiff.
Perfect
A slight whimpering came from the other end of his treasure but his thoughts were not of that at this particular moment. No at this moment in time his thoughts were else where, lower down. He felt a stirring in his loins as slowly his shaft eased its way out of its chamber. His muzzle still pressing against her soft lips he pushes himself in deeper, tongue snaking out. Running against her the saliva slowly leaves a trail of moisture against an otherwise dry backdrop. And then he found it. He slowly teased his tongue around it, before, with the suddenness of snake, he plunges into her virgin pussy.
A long moan invades through the moment as her father tastes her sweet musk, savoring the taste of a mare, something he hadn't tasted in many a year. By now his member was all the way engorged, pressing desperately against his belly, craving the wrap of warm flesh around it. Taking a reluctant step back Scootaloo's father listens to what his lower head tells him.
Fuck her.
Scooting himself upwards, his cock prods itself against her hole. With eyes half closed with the imagined pleasure to come, Scootaloo's father thrust himself forward harshly. Even with the blunt force of a full grown stallion behind the thrust his cock only managed to enter no more then an inch into the dry hole. This however was too much for Scootaloo, causing her immense pain, as the scream shredding her throat indicated. Her father didn't stop though. After just a few seconds of hesitance, he thrusts again, this time slower. Steadily his cock slides in more and more, after a minute another inch is in, two minutes and another two inches fill her. He grunts as the tightness of her juvenile walls grasps onto his cock, trying to push it out. However at the same time her pussy is becoming more accommodating, easier to enter. Her own body making it easier for him just to save itself some pain. He laughed.
And then he came to a halt as his cock's tip pressed against the far wall of his daughter's undeveloped vagina. Displeased, he frown. What use was a cunt that could only take in half of him. Pulling all but the very head of his stallionhood out he rammed her again, this time the reaching that stubbornly small ending in much less time. He moaned in pleasure though, she may be small but her tightness was more than enough. A few more thrusts like that, each one coming swifter than the last. And then he lost himself, one last thrust and he felt the dam break. It had been so long since he had been with a mare that when he came it rocked his whole body. Pulling out his already softening cock with a slurping sound he falls over, exhausted, on top of the traumatized filly.
"Scootaloo, what we just did stays between just you and me."
Scootaloo's only answer was a small whimper, a whimper that spoke of endless pain and fear.
Author's Note
If you'd like to leave a negative comment I'd love to hear about things wrong with the actual mechanics of the story, not just about the subject matter. I'm aware of what the subject matter is and how people react to it.
