Special

SPECIAL

By Night Trap

Klutzy Hooves stared at himself in the mirror.  No easy feat, with crossed eyes, but he was a pro at this point in his life. Bow tie, check. Combed mane, check. Umbrella… He looked to his left, through the window, noting the early morning rain. Looking to his right, he saw the appropriately yellow umbrella in a stand by the door. Check. Galoshes? Check.

 Winning smile... hopeful check?

He smiled all the time, because he thought it was the best way to make other ponies happy, and he loved making other ponies happy. It didn’t always work, though. Despite his smiling and best efforts, sometimes ponies were not happy. Specifically, not happy with him.

Smile drooping, his mind was flooded with memories from the recent days.

Rainbow Blitz, for one, was not happy with him. Klutzy had tried so hard to please him, had worked tirelessly, but… Blitz was not happy with him. The last words said to him were angry ones. To be fair, it was a big favor to give him a weather team job after being let go from the postal service. And he promised to work extra hard because his friend had done him that favor. But Blitz wasn’t ever happy with his work. He kept getting frustrated or mad. Klutz would work even harder, which was what he was taught was the way to earn a pony’s respect and friendship. But, for some reason, Blitz would get even madder.  So he’d work harder.

Over and over, he kept saying, “Klutz, it’s not a question of effort...”

And then, one day, not so long ago, Klutzy was helping Blitz arrange a welcome home banner for his coltfriend Applejack, and… Klutzy had Klutz’d it up. It went from a mishung banner to a storm destroying most of city hall. And so once again, he’d been let go, and suddenly the question of where the next batch of muffins was coming from was not a rhetorical one.

Klutzy frowned at his reflection. It was the third job he’d had in the last two months. Ponyville was a small town. Smaller still when you were a closet colt-cuddler. And smaller, even still, when you were a single dad.

He sighed and leaned his head against the mirror, his breath fogging up the glass. Looking up, he could barely seen his own eyes. His crossed eyes that caused him so much grief. Ponies took for granted the ability to see what your own hooves were doing, something he largely kept to himself when his disability led to disaster. His name wasn’t actually Klutzy, it was Klitzy, but he had been called Klutzy so often from an early age that he just decided to own it.

He blinked. On the other hoof, they were pretty golden eyes, or so Mrs. Cake told him every day he dropped in. And his mane was a nice yellow color, or so Mr. Bubble Berry told him, and the other day Prince Shine told him that his gray coat was looking nice today...

He blushed. Dusk Shine...

“Lookin’ good, Dad!”

He turned to see his teenaged son, Kinky, smiling at him.

“Shouldn’t you still be in bed?” He asked with a smirk. “It’s the weekend! You should be sleeping in.”

The unicorn colt jumped over with a grin. “And miss sending you off at sunrise for your first day at Sugarcube Corner? Perish the thought, Dad.”

“It’s not even like there was a sun to wake you up…” He stopped when he realized his son was staring at him, brow suddenly creased in concentration. “What?”

“Your tie is crooked. Hold on, I’ll get it.”

Klutzy smiled and stared up at the ceiling as his son adjusted his bow tie magically. His son was almost as tall as him now, with the same shade of mane as his father but a pale purple coat making him stand out. And his horn, of course. And his eyes weren’t...

“You’re going to knock’em dead, Dad. I know it.” He smiled, nuzzling his dad on the cheek. “You are the muffin king, after all.”

Klutzy turned back to the mirror, frown returning. “King of ordering, not of making…”

“Not yet, but, if anyone can turn you into a muffin baking master, it’s the Cakes. And Mr. Berry, of course.”

“Yep.” He smiled. “Mr. Berry says the town hasn’t seen the best of me yet. He thinks I can do this.”

“You CAN do this. Remember what I always say Dad…” Kinky took a breath.  “I’m good enough…”

Klutzy rolled his eyes but joined along: “I’m smart enough…”

They said in unison: “And Celestia dang it, Ponies like me!”

They collapsed into laughter, and hugged one another. After a moment, Klutzy went to pull away but found Kinky clinging on a little longer. Klutzy sighed. “You’re so silly, Kinky.”

        Disengaging, Kinky shrugged. “But it’s true, Dad. We’re going to celebrate tonight, I just know it.” Kinky smiled. “I believe in you.”

Klutzy blushed and looked away. “You know, it should be me giving you this speech… a Dad shouldn’t need a pep up talk from his son.”

Kinky shrugged. “You’re special, Dad. One day the whole town’s going to understand it the way I do.” He looked up at his father. “Especially Mr. Shine.”

There was a moment of silence. They stared at one another, smiles gone.

“Are you really okay with… with me being the way I am?”

Groaning, Kinky turned away and kicked a chair. “Daaaad, not this again. Your eyes are part of what makes you special, not… whatever you think of them.”

Klutzy chuckled. “I know, I know. ‘don’t make me have to talk you off a ledge every time’, I get-”

        “No!” Kinky turned, face blushed and eye wide. “Don’t even go there!”

        Klutzy stopped chuckling. “I was just joking.”

        Kinky stared at him, then ran over and hugged him. “It’s not funny, Dad.” Kinky buried his muzzle into his father’s shoulder, gripping him even tighter. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

        “...kinkyplz…”

        “Dad?”

        “....cantbreath…”

        “Oh. Oops.” Kinky released his grip, and the older pony gasped for breath. Backing up sheepishly, Kinky crossed his legs and looked away. “S-sorry, Dad.”

        “Gee, you gotta a real grip, huh?” Klutzy rubbed his neck, which was still a little red. “You may a unicorn, but you definitely have your mom’s earth pony strength. Wow.”

        Kinky’s face went carefully neutral. He looked out the window. “Gosh, it’s really coming down. You’re going to need your umbrella. I’ll get it.” He trotted towards the umbrella stand near the door.

Despite his son’s feelings, Klutzy’s eyes were an impairment. He had trouble with depth perception, and often his clumsiness was a result of him thinking an object was in one place when in fact it was just a little bit off. But he had compenstated in other areas over the course of his life, namely, in the reading of other ponies’ faces, to accurately judge just how upset he was making them with his clumsiness.

And he could tell Kinky was upset, but he wasn’t sure why. He quietly followed his son. “I wasn’t talking about my eyes, you know.”

“It’s okay.”

“I was talking about me being… You know.”

“Oh.” Kinky blushed, pulling the umbrella out with his magic. “Dad, whoever you love is your business.”

“You know I loved your mom, right?”

Kinky sighed, leaning the umbrella against the wall. “Yes, colt-cuddler to all but straight for her.”

“I don’t like that word.” Klutzy frowned. “But, look, son, I don’t want you to feel like you were unwanted because-”

“Dad! Please.” Kinky’s eyes were shut tight as he waved his hooves. “This isn’t the time, and quite frankly, there doesn’t have to be a time. You love me. You loved mom. I’m here now, and mom’s gone, and you are attracted to colts. That’s it.”

Klutzy opened his mouth, and then closed it. He muttered. “It’s just complicated, that’s all.”

Glaring, Kinky crossed his hooves. “No it isn’t. Blitz loves Applejack, and it’s no secret Harpsy and Babar live together-”

“It’s complicated, Kinky. Adult stuff.” Klutzy looked down, kicking the ground. “Some ponies don’t approve.”

“Buck them.”

“Kinky!”

“What?” Kinky huffed. “There’s nothing wrong with it!”

“Maybe, but… you know that, your mom, if she wasn’t-”

“Yes!” Kinky stomped his hooves. “She’s off saving the world or something, I know, I get it.” Klutzy moved to respond, but his son cut him off: “Look, I’m not mad at her, or you. You should be HAPPY dad, and if it’s a stallion that works for ya, you should GO for it. ” He snorted. “I AM mad at that stupid Blitz for firing you, even if you did mess up the banner for Applejack. He didn’t care at all. He told me so.”

        The rain continued to fall on their small home. Klutzy took his son’s hoof and smiled. “She and I just wanted the best for you. A happy life. A normal one.”

Kinky stared at his hoof, his father’s hoof wrapped around it. It was almost the same size now. There were so many things he felt, that he wanted to say.

But all he said was, “It’s not a normal life, but it is a happy one.”

His father’s smile fell.

Kinky panicked. “No! It’s- I don’t WANT normal. I want…”

I want…

He shook his head and said, “I want you to go out there and be the best baker you can be!” Lowering his head, he pushed it against his father’s flank, aiming him for the door. “And you go make the best impression you can when Dusk comes in to get his coffee!”

        Klutzy smiled. “Thank you Kinky…” He put on his yellow galoshes, grabbed the umbrella with his teeth and opened the door. Ponyville was in front of them, covered in rain and morning mist.

He opened the umbrella and turned to his son. “Well. Here I go.”

Kinky grinned. “They won’t know what hit them.”

Klutzy winked with his non crossed eye, and took a step oustide. And he would have landed muzzle first in the mud, as a deep puddle had formed right outside their door. But Kinky caught it and quickly, magically, moved a piece of wood over the puddle. So Klutzy’s hoof only touched solid as he walked off into the rain, and while he wobbled a bit, he was able to keep walking, without a care in the world.

Exhaling, Kinky closed the door behind him. Silence and dimness filled the room, as they always did whenever his bubbly father left. He ran a hoof through his mane and sighed, sliding down to the ground, back to the wall near the door. Once there, his father’s smile re-entered his mind.

He closed his eyes, feeling himself harden.

I want…

Grunting, he shook his head. He shouldn’t be feeling this, but… It was happening more and more now. The freedom of having the whole house to himself was intoxicating, as was the smell of rain from when his father opened the door.

He started to stroke himself.

I want him…

The only sounds he could hear were the rain and his own breathing. He could start to smell his own sweat, but otherwise it was the house and the lingering rain. With his eyes shut and his throat dry, touch was his only guide to the sensation going on inside of him. Blood was racing through his member, and he had little control other than being able to move it up and down. But it wasn’t the actions of his cock that interested him, really, it was the reactions that was taking up his whole world. Involuntarily he felt his horn light up, and give his hoof a slight charge that tingled him as he clopped. With every slight touch, he felt a new wave of pleasure course through his body. He told himself to stop, both the movements and his imagination, but it was just feeling too good...

In his mind’s eye, he visualized his father’s muzzle. Gorgeous golden (crossed) eyes, yellow mane, sweet smile. In-between his thighs. Without a word, his father opened his mouth and took him inside. He imagined warmth all around his cock, a rough but tender tongue licking up and down. Breathing became faster, more shallow. He felt moisture on his cock, and used it to increase the friction as he rubbed up and down, up and down.

I want him inside…

The mental image evaporated, and suddenly it was replaced by a weight on top of him, his father hugging him but also pressing him down, nudging against his backside. Klutzy wanted in. He wanted to let him in. He moaned and…

The door creaked open. “Forgot my lunch!” chirped Klutzy.

Kinky yelped as his father stumbled in, dropping the umbrella and running into the kitchen. Kinky watched him go, then looked down. His dick was…

Oh dear Celestia no…

Klutzy dug around the kitchen, finally finding the paper bag that had his name written on it. How could have have forgotten his lunch muffins? And now he was running even later! He grabbed it with his mouth and turned for the door, then stopped. He needed something else, something to tide him over in case there was a lunch rush. Opening the fridge, he dug through hoping there was some kind of snack-

There was a mystery container that he didn’t remember being there yesterday. He pried open the lid. Ah ha! Perfect!

He grabbed the carton out of the fridge and threw it into his paper bag. Then he kicked open the door to the living room and sprinted across towards the door. He skid to a stop when he saw his son sitting on the ground, blushing, a blanket over his legs and the umbrella in his hooves.

“Got my lunch and grabbed a fruity snack! Um… you okay, Kinky?”

“Fine! Here’s your umbrella!”

Klutzy hesitated, giving a quick glance at the wall clock. He didn’t really have time have time to ponder his son’s strange behavior. On the other hoof…

“You know, I don’t have to go in today. Berry would understand.”

“No.” Shaking his head, Kinky offered the umbrella again. “You have to go to work, Dad. It’s important.”

Klutzy frowned, kneeling. “Nothing’s more important than you, son. What’s up?”

Blushing furiously, Kinky’s mouth was a crooked, confused grin. “I just want you to really… ace it today, you know? That’s all. I believe in you.”

Confidence restored, Klutzy stood back up “I love you, Kinky.”

He kissed his son on his head and left.

Kinky smiled until the door closed. “I love you, Dad…”

He collapsed onto the ground in a pile of sweat and shame. Lifting the blanket, he found his erection was gone, although there was a little puddle of pre on the ground. Whatever erotic thoughts he previously had were banished as disgust, sorrow and self-hatred overtook him.

And exhaustion. Mainly exhaustion.

He closed his eyes and the last thought he had before he passed out was:

I can’t have what I want.

Kinky woke with a start. He looked at the clock. Several hours had passed.

I’ve wasted most of the afternoon! So much to do!

He threw the blanket off of him, and stopped when he saw the evidence of a tiny dried puddle, and the smell. Memory flooded his brain. The feeling of pleasure, followed by shock and then intense shame...

The clock chimed noon.

"Crap!"

Events followed in quick progression. A shower, with extra long scrub and soak of his nether regions (accompanied by the most un-erotic thoughts he could manage, to deny himself any pleasure from the sensation. The winner of the mental menagerie caused him to shrivel instantly, and put all erotic thoughts of out of his head for the next hour). A quick sweep of the kitchen floor, followed by a survey of the pantry. A satisfied nod, as he had planned ahead to hide the key ingredients for his surprise: fresh Blueberry muffins, baked for just this occasion.

Some ponies might question why every dessert he had made for his father was a variation on some kind of muffin, but those ponies didn’t really know Klutzy. The richest treats in the world were also-rans when it came to Klutzy Hooves and his love affair with muffins. He’d seen his father eat the finest Gustav Eclairs or Donut Joe Donuts, and he’d smile politely but if you were looking closely, you’d see what he really wanted: muffins.

They made his father happy. More than anything else in the world. And Kinky wanted that above all else.

His part time job at Babar’s candy shop had produced enough bits that he had all the ingreidents he needed: Flour. Sugar. Salt. Baking Powder. Vegetable Oil. Cinnamon. Of course, not everything could be hid in the pantry, so he had to hide some things in the fridge as well. He started to unpack them: One egg. Milk. Butter. And finally, fresh blueberries.

...fresh blueberries.

“Where are the…” he started magically floating food out of the fridge, frantically looking for his final ingredient. Where were the blueberries? Where were the bucking blueberries?

Memory again revisited him like a mad slasher:

"Got my lunch and grabbed a fruity snack!

“DAD!” he shrieked, as face met hoof.

Kinky looked at the clock again. 12:20. Okay, no big deal, they only took 40 minutes to make, even though they should cool for at least two hours before eating. He’d just have to run out to the market… he looked outside and saw the rain was still coming. Crud. He was assuming there was a market open in this rain. If not, he’d have to-

He heard the front door creak open. Confusion became his partner.

No, he couldn’t be home this-

Then Kinky heard crying.

Rushing into the living room, he saw his father laying on the floor in a dismal state. Klutzy was sopping wet, as was his mane. His umbrella was nowhere to be found. His bow tie was askew. Flour seemed to be all over his body, along with a few blue splotches that were probably the stolen blueberries. And tears were streaming down his face.

Kinky swallowed. “...Dad? H-how’d it go?”

Klutzy looked up and bayed, “NOT GREAT, KINKY!”

His son winced, backing up a few steps. Klutzy’s anger turned to sorrow almost instantly. “Oh, I’m sorry Kinky… forgive me, I just… oh my…” He dropped his head again, crying into the floor.

        The heart is a muscle, and it is one of the ironies of life that it beats faster when it is dropping. Kinky felt his breaths quickening as his spirits sank. He walked over to his father and reached out, touching his mane gently. “Oh, Dad… I’m so sorry…”

Klutzy was bawling now, full body wracking sobs, hiting the ground with his hooves. “I’m just no good… no good at anything… I can’t even make a muffin right…”

His son knelt before him, shaking his head. “Dad, that’s not true.”

“It is! It is true, I’m just a Klutz, that’s all I am… you got a Klutz for a Dad…”

Kinky sighed and tried to pull him up. When that didn’t work, he focused his horn, and Klutzy found himself magically lifted off the ground. He looked over. Kinky was floating him towards the bathroom.

It felt strangely liberating, to be totally in the control of someone else, but soon enough he was gently deposited in the shower stall. Then he saw a napkin float in front of him, and Kinky give an encouraging nod. Klutzy took the cloth out of his son’s magical grip and dabbed his eyes. “I must look foalish right now.”

Kinky shook his head. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Klutzy took off the bow tie and nodded. It was humiliating, being taken care of by your own foal, even if he was almost a stallion, but at this point he had no self-respect left to lose.

The shower knobs magically turned, and hot water poured over Klutzy’s body. The flour washed away, as did the blue splotches. Tears kept appearing in his eyes. He said nothing.

There was a silence between the two ponies, punctuated by the running water. Kinky finally broke it. “Want to tell me what happened?”

Klutzy sighed, reaching for a sponge. “Everything was going so well at first… I just had to work the register, and tell people about muffins. It was a dream job, even though I kept pressing the wrong buttons…”

Kinky frowned. “But you’re good at math.”

His father shrugged. “After I messed up a few transactions at the register, I just started doing it in my head. And it was great. I talked to ponies, I told them how good the muffins were, and if they didn’t like muffins, how the other stuff was also good… and Mr. Berry was nice, and the cakes were nice…and the customers seemed to like me, they were smiling and laughing, I even got a tip, can you imagine that? Some pony gave me an extra bit.”

Kinky shook his head. “Dad, this all sounds great! I don’t-”

“I’m not done. Then Prince Shine came in…”

“Oh.”

“And then he spoke to me. He wanted a coffee and a blueberry muffin.”

His Dad dropped the sponge, and didn’t bother to pick it back up. Kinky felt danger ahead. He focused on the sponge and it floated up into the air. “I’ll get your back. Just keep talking.”

“Just a coffee and a blueberry muffin. A simple order. So I told him right away, and he smiled- at me! He smiled at me!- then I ran into the back and said, I need a blueberry muffin. So they gave me one. But then I thought, this is an ordinary blueberry muffin and this is not an ordinary pony… he’s special.” Klutzy’s words were tumbling out now, lit bits of spittle everywhere, as if he was sick and this was the symptom. “So I took those blueberries you got for me, and I went in the back to try to add them-

“Add them?” Kinky blinked. “But it was already baked…”

“It was. But I wanted to, you know, have Berry sprinkle them around, put some powdered sugar on it. Maybe a little syrup.” Klutzy sniffled. “Make it look…

“Special.” Kinky answered with a sigh. He closed his eyes as he kept scrubbing his father’s back. He had read this story before, and knew how it ended.

“I ran into the back, but the kitchen was super busy, so I thought I’d just do it myself. But I dropped some of the blueberries, and Mr. Berry slipped. I tried to catch him, but I missed and ran into Mr. Cake as he was coming up from the basement. And he’s a big fellow, you know? Short but wide?” Kinky nodded, and Klutzy went on: “Flour went everywhere. Oh Kinky, it was just a mess. We all fell into the front area and all the customers saw. I backed up and knocked the blueberries into the air, along with the muffin, and the blueberries rained everywhere and the muffin landed right on Prince Shine’s head. Thank goodness I had already given him the coffee! But the damage was done. Everyone was looking at me, and these little foals were laughing, and, and I just…” He became very quiet. “I ran.”

Kinky nodded, then paused. “Wait, so you weren’t fired?”

Klutzy shrugged. “Does it matter?”

“Of course it does!” Kinky turned his dad towards him and tried to make eye contact by kneeling until they were eye to eye. “It sounds like things were going really well! Sure, you made a mistake, but every pony makes mistakes…”

Shaking his head, Klutzy leaned against the wall of the shower, defeated. “This was a big flippin’ mistake, Kinky. I basically ruined the place.”

Kinky stepped into the shower. “Flour washes out, so does blueberries. See? Look.” He pointed to his father’s front leg. “All gone.”

        Water dripping down from his mane, Klutzy blinked at his son. “You’re getting wet.”

        “I don’t care. Dad, let’s get you back to the store. Maybe things are fixable.”

“But it was in front of Prince Shine, Kinky. He saw it all.I dropped a muffin on his head!”

“True, but… you didn’t mean to.” Kinky was running out of ideas. “He didn’t look mad, did he?”

“No he looked… confused, but beautiful.” Klutzy smiled, music in his voice. “He’s so beautiful, you know? Purple coat, that stripe in his hair. And how he’s got these wings, these big wings and he doesn’t even know how to use them, I can tell, it’s just adorable… but he’s carrying himself like a prince, so polite…” He sighed and the music stopped. “And he sees me like that. Of course Prince Shine would never like me, could never like me... ”

“Of course he would!”

Klutzy shook his head. “My beautiful Shine… he thinks I’m such an idiot, I just know it…”

Kinky gritted his teeth and turned away. Even when crying, his dad was beautiful. And special. It’s what his mom had seen, clearly. Why didn’t this Dusk Shine see it? Or anypony else? Why couldn’t Klutzy see it in himself?

Why can’t you see what I see…

His father was still crying. Kinky turned back, mouth open, to protest again. He stopped, mouth open, when his eyes finally caught up with his brain. when he realized his mouth was only a hoofslength away from his father’s stiffening cock.

Klutzy’s eyes were closed now, as he tried to stop crying. “I’m sorry, Kinky, you shouldn’t have to see me like this...”

The air suddenly became very thick. Kinky licked his lips without realizing it. “I don’t mind.”

“No, I’m a mess, it’s pathetic…I’m ashamed.”

If he was thinking straight, Kinky would have realized his father probably meant the tears. But all his son could see was stallionhood, and it was far from pathetic. Kinky had seen it occasionally by accident, but only fleeting glimpses, never pulsing with blood and energy like it was now, even at half mast. It was more beautiful than his fantasies allowed: stronger, longer, white and brown. Kinky realized he was drooling, and, that he was getting hard…

He looked up at his beautiful father, still crying. Water was splashing down on top of him.

He looked down at the forbidden fruit, water running off of it as well.

He took a breath.

Klutzy was wiping his eyes again when suddenly there was something wet and warm in a place where there was no reason to be anything wet and warm. Well, the water was warm and wet, but suddenly there was something else, a gentle pressure. And it felt good. He opened his eyes and looked down.

His son was licking his pride.

“Kinky, what-”

Kinky silenced him by running his tongue up and down the side of his father’s shaft. Klutzy reared his head back in pleasure, “Oh. Oh myyy...”

Encouraged, Kinky moved to the head, which was still swelling. A small drop of liquid perched at the tip. He darted out his tongue and licked the tip, stealing away the pre before the water rinsed it away and letting it roll around his mouth. It was sweet and sticky. He grinning and moved in-

“Kinky, wait.”

Klutzy had his hooves on his son’s head. Kinky looked up. His father’s expression was hesitant, clearly aroused but ashamed.

“We can’t do this.”

Kinky was frustrated in more ways than one. “Why?”

“It’s…” Klutzy searched for the word. “Wrong?”

Kinky felt his resolve harden. “Says who?” His head was stopped by Klutzy’s hooves, but his horn was free to do as he wished. It lit up, and a tiny charged went up and down Klutzy’s cock. He gasped.

“It’s just… ohhh… you’re my son, we can’t, we shouldn’t”

“Says WHO?” demanded Kinky. He felt his father’s grip on his head lighten, and he hook off the hoof and kissed the tip in front of him.

“Ev...ery...on...e…” Hissed Klutzy, as he moved his hooves to push back his son’s head again, but it was half-hearted at best.

Kinky grabbed his father’s pride with his magic, holding it upright without physically touching it. He looked up without making another move towards. Klutzy tilted his head down. They looked at one another.

“There’s nothing wrong with it, or me. This is how I’m supposed to be.” Kinky’s eyes were fearless. “But what do you say?” Kinky asked, simply.

Klutzy was silent, his eyes darting from his stallionhood and back to his son. “I don’t know.”

“Here’s what I say. You’re the most amazing stallion in the whole wide world.” He moved his head closer to his father’s. “And I want you to feel that. I want you to feel how amazing you are. I want you to make you feel special.” He hesitated, then went for it. “Because I love you, Klutzy. And I want you. Like you want the prince.”

Klutzy’s mind exploded. Lust, shame, love, surprise and doubt all mingled together. “I… I love you too, K-”

His sentence was cut off by a tongue. Kinky kissed him deeply, and Klutzy felt the shame drain away. Only one other pony had ever kissed him like that before. It was all he needed.  All that was left was good things, and a small amount of doubt. When Kinky broke the kiss, he looked at his father expectantly, with an inviting smile. “Be my first?”

 Klutzy’s nod was small, just barely perceptible. But it was all Kinky needed.

As he knelt back down, Klutzy felt what was left of the doubt evaporating as well. It offered one last push, that escaped out of Klutzy’s mouth:  “What if somepony finds out?”

“Sssh,” muttered Kinky, his dream finally becoming real, “Let me make you feel good.”

There was another kiss downstairs, and then Kinky’s mouth engulfed Klutzy’s cock, and everything became warm for both of them.

Kinky took too much too soon, and fought the temptation to gag. He slowly retracted his muzzle, letting his tongue trail the sides as he pulled off, before kissing the top again and going more slowly this time. There was just too much of his father, at least for now, and he didn’t want to ruin it by failing at his task. It was such a strange series of circumstances leading up to this moment, and Kinky didn’t know if it would come again. He wanted to savor his father’s cock in his mouth, the taste and the smell.

Klutzy tried to contain himself. His son was right. He DID make him feel good. It had been so long. His hooves returned to Kinky’s head, but this time they were gently encouraging, stroking the mane and putting a small amount of pressure on the back of his son’s head. He didn’t want to go too far their first time, but Kinky was a faster learner, and he had to fight his own instinct to just start thrusting into Kinky’s muzzle. Also, teeth. TEETH!

        Klutzy yelped. “Careful! Care-FUL!”

Kinky pulled back, his formerly seductive smile replaced by the doomed stare of the chagrined novice. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, did I…”

Klutzy shook his head “No, it’s okay, just… watch the teeth…”

His son nodded, and started kissing the tip again. But there Klutzy noticed a hesitation that wasn’t there before, a timidness in how he was massaging the sides. Chances are, he would give up soon.

Klutzy had a choice to make. He chose lust.

“Kinky I’m going to try something… just, open your mouth…” Kinky nodded and obeyed, and found his father entering into his muzzle. “Now, just hang on, relax and let me take it from here. And… don’t bite.”

Kinky nodded ever so lightly. The scene and taste of his father was overpowering. But it was nothing compared to what came next.

Klutzy shifted his weight and started slowly thrusting into his son’s mouth. Kinky’s eyes went wide, but then went half lidded as tasted the cock and the pre it was giving off. It started gently, the member pushing in past his tonuge and then retreating. Bigger hooves gently on his shoulder and then on the back of his head. Then it hit him: his father was basically bucking his mouth.

The bucking stallion picked up speed. Kinky felt himself being used, the grip on his head increasing, holding him in place as his father bucked. And he loved it.  The hardness in his own member was excruciating. He heard his father’s moans and gasps, felt the effort poured into the lovemaking, knew he was part of his dream, to make his father feel good, to make him feel special, to have him inside…

He opened his eyes, and realized he was one step off of his fantasy. He held up his hooves, and his father stopped, although it took a few thrusts to safely disengage. “What’s… what’s wrong, Kinky?”

Kinky clumsily turned around in the shower, presenting himself. “Please… take me… be my first...”

Klutzy shook his head, “I don’t think I’m ready for that…”

“Please!” begged Kinky. “I want you. I need you. Inside me.”

Klutzy’s hooves were shaking. He was so horny, and it was one thing to be inside another pony’s mouth, but there would be no going back, no pretending it was something else. And here was this beautiful colt, who worshipped him, begging for him to do what his hormones were screaming at him to do.

“Don’t you want me?” asked Kinky.

“It’s not a question of want, Kinky!” Klutzy closed his eyes and leaned back, turning off the showerhead. Frustrated was an inadequate word to describe his feelings right now. His two heads were at direct odds, and his heart was useless. The least he could do was turn off the water so that the cold might help calm down his lust. “It’s what’s right. A colt’s first time with a pony should be, should be lovely, not like this, not with his…”

“I dream about you, Dad.”

Klutzy blinked. “What?”

Kinky looked away and started to cry. “My first… night dream, when I woke up and found the bed wet and it was NOT, you know… it was about you. I’ve wanted this since I’ve wanted any pony that way, I could never say it, I thought you’d…” He shook his head. “That I was a freak.”

Klutzy gasped, and knelt down. The water was dripping off his mane onto both of them now.  “No, no, no, son, no. Never. You could never make me not love you. No matter what you are, who you are.” He kissed him on the forehead. “Don’t you see? You’re the best thing I ever did.”

He went into kiss him on the forehead again, only to be interrupted by his son’s muzzle. Kinky was kissing him, hard, practically shoving his tongue down his throat. Klutzy gagged and pulled off, and saw his son’s face filled with anguish.

“When I clop, it’s about you.” Kinky was shaking, holding him. “When I think about a pony inside me, it’s about you.” Klutzy felt his cock hardening again, the words turning him on despite himself.

Kinky felt it too, and began to stroke him. “And now you’ve been inside my muzzle, please, I’m asking you, I’m begging you, if not for you then for me, take me.”

Klutzy looked at his cock in his son’s hooves, and then at Kinky. Gears were turning. “It’s going to hurt at first.”

Trying to keep his face neutral, Kinky nodded. “I know. I’ve been… practicing.” Klutzy gave him a look, and he looked away with a blush. “I read books, I… ordered some toys.”

Klutzy rolled his head, feeling the hooves knead him. “You really want this, huh?”

“I want you.”

Kinky kissed him again, softer this time, and they tasted each other. Now that the water stopped, their scents had returned, and Klutzy realized for the first time just how intoxicating his son smelled.

Klutzy said, “Okay.”

Then he stood and grabbed both sides of his son’s flank. “I’m going to turn the water back on.”

Kinky nodded, looking away. The water came again, splashing off of Klutzy onto his back. He was hot and cold, wet and warm. He wanted to be filled. “Please…”

Klutzy lifted his son’s tail and spread his cheeks. For a moment, it felt as if he was somewhere else, some other pony watching what was about to happen. He shook his head.

No. If you’re going to do this, do it.

He rubbed his length up and down the inbetween of Kinky’s two cheeks. Now that he had committed to viewing his son as a sexual being, he was blown away by how adorable he was, how young and strong and eager. He pressed his length against the hole, gently. Kinky shuddered, and Klutzy saw it and felt it. “Ready?”

“Please...” Kinky repeated.

Klutzy obeyed.

Kinky gasped as dream met reality.

It was not good, not bad, just bizarre at first. A giant weight entering into him. A pressure. Klutzy was entering slow by design and limitation, but it still felt violent to Kinky. It started to hurt. That was okay. He was prepared for that. His muscles involuntarily clamped down on his father’s length, which obviously was making his father happy. Which was the point, after all.

“Oh celestia, Kinky… it’s so…” Klutzy wailed on top of him. “You’re so…”

“I… love you...” Kinky grunted, trying to distract from the pain. The water helped, to a point. He focused on keeping his mouth quiet unless it was encouragement or joy, and mostly succeeded until a little yelp escaped.

He felt his father stop.

“Kinky?”

“Keep going!” snarled Kinky, pushing himself back, forcing more of his father’s cock into him.

Encouragement achieved, Klutzy kept pushing, in and out. He was running hooves tenderly down his son’s back, enjoying himself but not. He could tell his son was trying so hard for him, but Klutzy was a generous soul, and never truly enjoyed one way sex. Then had a thought. Unicorns have magic, but Pegasi have agility.

Kinky gasped as he felt his father’s hoof stroke his cock as the bucking continued. “How are you?”

“I don’t want you to make me feel good, Kinky…” panted Klutzy, “I want US to feel good… that’s what lovers do…”

Lovers?

The word made Kinky soar. He relaxed as his heart beat faster, feeling his father stroke him and be inside him, and suddenly he started to feel good. Not just in his cock, but in his flank as well. A barrier had been broken, and now the bucking was producing… pleasure was an inadequate word.

It still hurt, but it was a hurt he craved more than anything. It was pure sensation.

“Oh, oh, Dad, yes…” he heaved, “Buck me,”

        “Okay, Kinky,” muttered Klutzy lowly, now shoving himself in with gusto. “Okay.” He’d lost his ability to focus on stroking his son, but my now it wasn’t needed.

Kinky had gone from eager virgin to dirty colt in a remarkably short time, thrashing about on the end of his father’s length, leaning against the shower wall with his hooves as he was entered again and again. His horn lit up, and used his magic to start stroking himself, although ‘stroking’ implied a level of gentleness now missing from this event.

The magic started to cover Klutzy as well, and he found his cock being stroked for the few moments it was out in the open air before it rammed home again. His eyes went wide, and sound died in his throat. He’d had sex with a unicorn before, but never like this, never one letting their magic mix with their desire in quite this way…

...and he realized he was close.

“Kinky I’m… I’m gonna…”

“Not yet!” screamed Kinky. He angled himself slightly. “All the way in, all the way, please dad, I can take it.”

Klutzy had learned to no longer doubt his son. Not anymore, not ever.  With the magic still stroking whatever flesh was exposed, he hilted himself all the way into Kinky. Balls slapped against flank. Hot water cascaded around them. Klutzy’s wings sprung wide open and he twitched both inside and out, moaning.

Kinky screamed “Yes! YES!”

Klutzy pulled out halfway before he slammed in again, all the way, and this time Kinky screamed for half a second before it turned to silence. The pain briefly returned, followed by an even greater wave of pleasure. Then he felt something a final twitch from his father, and something both cold and warm enter him. He realized it was his father’s seed, filling him, shooting into his bowels, filling him, filling him entirely.

It was everything he’d ever wanted.

He lost control and let himself go, shooting his own meager seed shot against the wall. Simultaneously, his horn lit up and a huge bolt of magic shot out, blowing a small hole in the shower wall. Then he collapsed, exhausted and content.

Klutzy panted, staring through his post-coitous haze at a brand new home construction problem. “Jeez, Kinky, I know you enjoyed yourself, but…”

There was a gentle snoring. Klutzy stared down. His son had, yes, passed out, while he was still inside him, and the shower was still on, and the water was pouring into the hole.

He sighed, pulled out, and kissed his son’s mane.

Kinky woke up in his bed. He blinked, looking around. It was… afternoon? early evening?

He only had a moment before memory returned. Pleasure and pain, shame and desire, all at once. He felt himself get hard, and has face get flushed.

Did we really…He shook his head, dismissing it as a dream.Then he tried to move, and felt a soreness unlike anything he had previously experienced. Both in his flank and his horn. And suddenly the biology and memory aligned, and he realized that, yes, he has just been bucked by his father and loved (almost) every moment of it.

        But he they’d done it in the shower, not his bed. Which meant his father must have moved him. And his father wasn’t in bed with him. So…

        Insecurities and doubts flooded his heart. What if Klutzy felt ashamed? What if he never mentioned it again? What if he told somepony? And what if he didn’t want to do it again? What if he did? The word lovers was thrown around when they were in the middle of their tryst. Did Klutzy mean it? What if he did? What if he didn’t?

        “Good morning,” came a cheerful voice.

        He turned and saw his Dad smiling at him, holding a glass of water.

“Dad...” he whispered.

“Or afternoon, I guess. I’m not sure when it is anymore.” He chuckled, walking over and offering the water. “Here, you’ll need this.”

“Thanks.” Kinky meekly took the water.

“And this.” Klutzy’s hoof revealed a pill. “I know it hurts, you don’t have to say anything. I remember my first time.”

Kinky meekly took the pill. The older stallion was right, it did hurt. This also meant that it was really not a dream, nor that his father wanted to pretend it didn’t happen. He washed the pill down with the glass, then magically put it aside. Even that simple task was difficult, his magic was so weak.

“I saw all the baking stuff in the Kitchen, once I put you to bed. What were you doing before I showed up?”

“Well...” Kinky hesitated. “I was trying to make you something special, a treat when you came home.”

Klutzy nodded gently. “That was very sweet of you.”

“Dad.” Kinky summed up the courage. “Did I really blow a hole in the wall in the bathroom?”

“Yep!” Klutzy chuckled. “I’ve heard about horn ejaculation before, but I’ve never actually seen it before.” Klutzy shook his head. “You really did a number on our wall there.”

Kinky’s mouth became an O shape. “Dad, I am, wow, I am so sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“No, really, I’ll pay for it, somehow, I’ll-”

Klutzy leaned forward and kissed Kinky, not as a parent, but as a lover. Kinky yelped, and Klutzy jerked back. “I’m sorry. Too much?”

“No!” Kinky said, quickly. He reached out his hooves. “No, please. Come here.”

Klutzy leaned back in, slowly this time, but quickly found the other stallion’s muzzle. They kissed for a few moments, then nuzzled. Kinky purred. He kept waiting for the dream to end, but it was real. The pain, the comfort, the hole in the wall.

And the ambiguity.

“What happens now?” he whispered.

“I don’t know.” Klutzy shook his head. “I’m a stranger here myself. I mean, I’ve dated colts, but…”

“You want to.. date me?”

Klutzy nodded. “Kinky, it’s never simple, not even when it’s like this. We love each other. We just… sharred something very special. But that doesn’t mean we’re instantly going to be special someponies. We have to see how we work as that, and carefully too…”

“Carefully?”

Klutzy stroked his son’s mane. “I don’t want to move, but, I don’t think ponies will understand. We’ll have to keep it secret for now.”

Kinky sighed. It was true. Colt-cuddling was accepted by most, but being with your own family was another barrel of apples. There were always rumors, of course. The apple family. The royals. But nothing open and notorious. Kinky shivered and hugged his Dad. “Why can’t it just be us?”

"Nothing really worthwhile is easy, Kinky." He sighed. "Your mom taught me that."

“Yeah.” Kinky sniffled, wiping away a tear.

“Crying? Why?”

Kinky smiled and shrugged. “I just never thought I’d wake up in this world. The only  special somepony I’ve ever wanted, you, maybe wanting me too.”

Klutzy grinned, hugging. “You make a pony feel special.”

Kinky melted into the hug. He just wanted to stay there forever.

Then a thought occurred to him.

“What about Prince Shine?”

“What about him?”

Kinky carefully chose his words. “You were my dream. But he was yours.”

Klutzy paused, then shook his head. “That’s all it was, a dream. You’re real. You’re right here.” He kissed his son’s ear. “Right now,  I don’t need anybody but you.”

The words hung in the air. Kinky’s mouth was open. It was the most wonderful thing any pony had ever said to him. Then he jumped on top of his father, kissing him madly. Klutzy giggled. “Hey now, careful!”

But Kinky didn’t want careful. He wanted Klutzy. Now. He kept kissing, going down the stallion’s underbelly.

“Kinky…” purred Klutzy.

Kinky kept kissing, heading towards his father’s sheath, sensing it was getting hard again…

The doorbell chimed. They froze. A few moments passed, feeling like eternity.

“Umm… maybe they’ll just go aw-”

The doorbell chimed again.

They looked at one another.

Dusk Shine stood outside Klutzy Hooves’s cottage, holding a small paper bag and a chef’s hat. He turned and blinked up at the sun, shielding his eyes from the glare with his wings.  There were still puddles everywhere, but it had turned into a rather nice day. He heard a cough, and looked around. He saw Grandpa Smith walking by the nearby market, and gave him a friendly wave.

Grandpa Smith gave him a scowl and a shaked hoof, and Dusk quickly retracted his wave.

He turned back to the door to ring it a third time, only to see the door was open, and the confused and shocked face of one Klutzy Hooves staring at him.

“Oh! Your highness, I mean, Prince Shine, I mean, shoot-”

Dusk laughed. “Please, Klutzy. It’s just Dusk. It’s weird enough being an alicorn, I don’t need friends calling me Prince.”

Klutzy balked, and whispered, “Friend?”

“Can I come in?”

“NO!” Klutzy shouted, then quickly took a step back, afraid. “I mean, I’m sorry, but, my son is a little under the weather, so…”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Do you want me to get the Nurse?”

“No, no, it’s just a cold but I don’t want you to catch it.” Klutzy coughed. “Dusk, I’m really sorry about earlier…”

“That’s why I’m here, actually.” He offered the chef’s hat. “This is from Bubble Berry.”

Klutzy took the hat, staring at it. “I don’t understand.”

“You left so quickly, he didn’t get a chance to tell you what a great job you did.”

Klutzy gaped. “But… the mess I made! The flour, the berries…” He lowered his head gloomily. “The muffin on your majesty’s head…”

Dusk Shine laughed, and there was music in his voice. “Oh, that’s just another tuesday at Sugarcube corner. If I got upset because pastries hit me on the head, I couldn’t be friends with Berry. Same with the flour.”

Staring back down at the hat, Klutzy whispered, “Then I’m not fired!”

Dusk shook his head. “Nope! In fact, Berry wanted to come over, but he was too busy, so I offered to. Every pony is talking about how much fun you were at the store! You could do all the math in your head, you remembered the orders perfectly, you knew EVERYTHING about all the muffins, you were laughing and smiling with the customers… you were a big hit!” He paused. “Until you ran out crying. That part didn’t go over so well. But he said that the Cakes were very impressed overall, and you’re welcome to come back. And- oh, have I said something wrong?”

Klutzy was crying, but smiling. “I’m amazed, and know not what to say.”

Dusk Shine grinned. “So I should tell Bubble Berry you’ll be back tomorrow? You shouldn’t have to come back today, what with Kinky being sick and all.”

He even knows Kinky’s name… Klutzy smiled. “Yes, please, Prince. I would really appreciate that.”

The purple alicorn’s smiling face became neutral for a moment. “I told you, please don’t call me ’Prince.’”

“And I would love to, but I can’t. Because you’re being the most kind, polite Prince right now.” Klutzy smiled.

Dusk Shine (Prince Shine) cracked up, waving his hoof, the tiny bag flapping back and forth. “Alright, alright, you win. Your prince will go tell Berry. Tell your son I hope he feels better, okay?”

“Oh, um. Dusk?”

“Yep?”

Klutzy nodded his head. “What’s in the bag?”

“Huh? Oh, right! This is for you.” Dusk handed over the bag.

Klutzy opened it up. Inside was the biggest, most  blueberry-filled crumbly muffin he’d ever seen. “Oh my goodness! This looks amazing!”

Shine grinned. “He said you’d like it.”

Klutzy licked his lips, inhaling the scent from the bag. “And it’s got CINNAMON in it! Wow! This is from Mr. Berry?”

“No, Bubble made it but, it’s from... me.” Klutzy’s jaw dropped, and bits of muffin fell out. Shine blushed a little, and looked away. “So you like it, right? We sort of gambled on the fruit flavor. I had it made for you.”

Klutzy swallowed the bite, then put the muffin back in the bag. “It’s probably the best muffin I’ve ever seen.”

“Good!” Shine smiled. “I asked Bubble Berry to make it special, for a special pony.” He winked. “I hope you enjoy it. Maybe share it with your son?” Klutzy was in a daze and he didn’t see the Prince looking at him expectantly. After a moment, Shine coughed. “Well, I’ve got to go, but, um… Klutzy?”

“Hmm? Oh, I’m sorry, Dusk.”

“I usually swing by Sugarcube Corner in the mornings when I can.” He smiled, a little nervously. “Maybe we can share a muffin sometime?”

Klutzy nodded, weakly. “That’d be nice.”

“Great.” Dusk Shine opened his wings, turning around and flew away. “See ya then!”

Klutzy watched him go and then shut the door, face neutral.

“Who was that, Dad?”

“A message from Sugarcube Corner. They said I can still have the job if I want it.”

“That’s great! I knew they’d love you! Uh… whats’ in the bag.”

“It’s a… a blueberry muffin.”

“Who’s it for?”

Klutzy sighed.

“Somepony special.”