Pumpkin blinked hard as she felt the world spinning. Her muscles felt sluggish and she could feel a dull pounding at the back of her head. She groaned, and shifted around in her prone position to try and make the world stop spinning.

She brought her hand up to her head, but recoiled it when she felt a small bump on her forehead. That was definitely not there before.

She tried to recall the events that had happened prior to the incident. She laid still, and focused on her breathing. She remembered that she was on her way back home from her friend’s place, greeted her mother, and then she went around the back to see her father making out with her Aunt Pinkie Pie…

Her eyes snapped open as the memory came back to her. How her father had kissed Aunt Pinkie Pie without an ounce of hesitation. Did her mother know about this? Just what in Equestria was going on?!

She was beginning to hyperventilate when she heard a voice that made her jump out of her skin. “Hey Pumpkin,” came a voice not too far away from her.

She turned her head, and through the dim sunlight that streamed through the window, saw her father sitting in the corner. She could not believe that she could have overlooked something like that. She must have been so lost in thought…

“Are you alright, Pumpkin?” her father said again in a calm tone. Pumpkin’s body tensed, remembering that she was not the only pony in the room.

“Uh… hi dad,” she greeted him with a soft smile. “I’m fine,” she said in her response to his previous question.

“Are you sure?” her father said as he got up from his position from the corner of her room and slowly advanced towards her. Pumpkin couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but something seemed a little different about her father. Was it his gait? His posture? Maybe it was the fact that he was smooching Aunt Pinkie Pie?!

Whatever it was, Pumpkin didn’t like it.

He sat down next to her on the bed. She tried to shy away from him, but Carrot had placed her hand on her shoulder before she could do so. She felt a tingling feeling coming off his hand where he touched her, and suddenly she felt more relaxed. Shouldn’t she be wary?

“Let me just check,” Carrot said in a fatherly tone. “Just to be sure.” He then cupped his hands around her cheeks, and Pumpkin stayed dead still. He hummed and hawed, examining her forehead for her injury. “Ah! I know just the thing,” the stallion said as he leaned in, before planting a gentle kiss on her forehead, just below her horn. She felt something touch her, and she looked down to see her father’s hand slowly caressing her thigh, the offending limb slowly travelling up north. He was getting closer and closer. Pumpkin knew that she needed to push him away, but something stopped her. She watched with slight trepidation as he slowly inched his way towards her withers, so close until he was on her inner thigh. Body tingling, feet shivering, yet he advanced closer still at a snail’s pace. Heart beating like a drum, she slowly closed her eyes before she let the smallest of whimpers escape her lips. Suddenly, he stopped.

He pulled back, and got off the bed with a small creak. “Glad to see that you’re alright, Pumpkin,” the stallion said before promptly shutting her bedroom door behind him.

Pumpkin sat there on her bed for a time, a dumbfounded expression on her face. Was she really just thinking that? D-Did she really just want h-her own dad t-to…

Pumpkin gulped as the realization hit her that, for one moment, she had wanted him to go further. She shuddered at the thought. Maybe I should just take a shower… yeah, a shower sounds good right about. A really COLD one.

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Pumpkin stood under the nozzle of her shower, before turning it on. She yelped and jumped back at the sudden icy sensation, but slowly eased herself in to it. She took one of her conditioners, and squeezing a generous amount of it before lathering herself up with it. She started at her midsection, slowly working up to her sizeable breast, using her hands to rub them to get them thoroughly sudsy.

One of her hands brushed against her nipple, and she gasped at how hard it was. Could it have b-been from… J-just ignore it, Pumpkin… she told herself.

She moved her hands from her breast, and started working on getting her lower half lathered up. She reached down to her ankles, working them up until she reached her thighs. The sensation flooding her brain with the recent memory of her father touching her there. For some reason, it would not stop clouding her mind.

She let her hand rest on her thigh, as she slowly sunk to her haunches, until she was sitting on the bathroom floor. She remembered her father’s hand, and emulated the feeling using her hand. She closed her eyes, letting her imagination roam. She imagined her father from before, hand on her lap and his face mere inches away from her own.

He began his slow journey towards her inner thigh as Pumpkin started to shiver. His hand continued to slither up her leg, moving under her skirt, and getting dangerously close to touching her panties. Pumpin bit her lip as she felt her father’s warm breath tickling her muzzle. She could barely breathe, and she was only getting hotter, and she could feel her lower lips quivering.

She blushed as she reached her own hand out, and resting it on her father’s thigh, as she slowly moved her own hand up his leg. She gasped cutely as he felt his fingers found their mark, rubbing her honey pot slowly in small circles above the thin fabric of her panties.

Her whole body shaking, she quickly reached her father’s crotch, rubbing at it back and forth. She could feel the member was already semi hard. If it was even possible, her cheeks got an even deeper shade of red.

She felt her father’s fingers pull back, before slipping inside her panties to get at her orange, swollen lips. She cried out as she felt two fingers entered her at once. Her breathing heavy, she noticed that her father had undone his pants, his pole at half mast. With an uncertain hand, she grasped the throbbing phallus, running her thumb over the drooling tip, before using the pre cum as a natural lubrication.

She heard her father growl, and that managed to intimidate her and excite her to no end. She began to run her hands up and down his member, pumping him at a steady pace from the base, all the way to the top as Carrot started thrusting his fingers into her at an increasing pace.

The thought of her masturbating her own father while he was thrusting his fingers into her most private of place made this lewd act so much hotter. She looked into his eyes as she continued to pump his mottled, veiny member, as it continued to throb in time with his rapidly increasing heartbeat.

Pumpkin could barely breathe anymore, as her lungs could barely keep up with her rapid breaths. She was getting close now, she could feel it. An invisible knot had formed in her stomach and it continued twisting and twisting until it was almost too much to take. Until it snapped.

“Daddy!!” she moaned as she came, her nectar leaked down and around his fingers as her pussy reflexively clenched around the nimble digits. In her euphoria, she gave one last pump to Carrot’s member, before he came too.

His dick flared, the thick cockhead expanding as it pulsated wantonly before thick ropey strands of his spunk shot out with enough force to splatter Pumpkin in the face. Pumpkin did not recoil as she was still riding her orgasm. He continued to cum, his seed landing on his daughter’s blouse, and the final few spurts landing on her exposed vagina.

She panted, and she opened her eyes to see the proud smile on her father’s face, which made her happy.

Suddenly, she found herself on the bathroom floor. Her eyes widened in alarm as she realized just what she had done. She had masturbated to the thought of her father. She started to panic. What would ponies think of her? Was she some sort of a sexual deviant?!

Even more to her horror, she had masturbated herself to multiple orgasms, and the bathroom smelled heavily of sex. She got up, and resumed her showers. How was this going to affect her life? Only time, will tell. Only that she was afraid of the answer.

Author's Note

Surprise! I wrote another chapter!

Also in the same day.

Goddamnit.