Author's Note

[M/f] [Suggestive] [Incest]
Characters: [Tootsie Flute] [Noteworthy]
By Daxn
Edited by Blonde Blue Eyes

Home by Daxn

The days had been long. The companions had been all too noisy and chatty. The march home had been exhausting, but Tootsie Flute had finally come home from the field trip to Fillydelphia, and now she could enjoy her home's sweet scent again.

"Welcome back, Tootsie!" Noteworthy said, as he galloped towards Tootsie at full speed. Tootsie braced herself for the impact by stopping and opening up her hooves. When Noteworthy reached her, he hugged Tootsie, and she did likewise.

"Was the trip good?" Noteworthy led his daughter to the kitchen, and she answered.

"Not really, we had to walk way too much for way too long, to see... what?--about a third of what was promised." Tootsie, after sighing, sat on the table, smiling at her father. "Also, my mates were very noisy, and the food was pretty bad at all the places."

There was silence for a few minutes as Noteworthy went to take a checkered tablecloth that he then put on the table before setting it with the rest of the cutlery and dishery, which reminded Tootsie of the culinary experiences she’d had.

"Once, eating at the hotel's restaurant, I thought they served us poop mousse for dessert! Another time, once we had finished visiting the Museum of Modern Art, some of us begged the teachers to stop at the restaurants and delis nearby for lunch instead of going back to the hotel." Noteworthy opened the fridge as he put a bowl of lettuce on the table, and he went to get the condiments for it as Tootsie continued, "I had a lettuce and onion flatbread, but it was really bad, too gummy. But at least I didn't get the squirts like Truffle Shuffle after he ate some tomato couscous from a shady pedlar."

"Tootsie, dear, that's not an appropriate topic for the table," Noteworthy said as he took the bread basket and put it on the table.

Tootsie Flute sighed. "Sorry, love."

"Good filly." He took a fork and served himself some salad. "Now let's eat."

Tootise Flute nodded, also taking the salad.

As she ate, she thought about her relationship with her father and how unconventional it had gotten since her and his feelings had been recognized officially. At first, it all seemed like a system for coping with the passing of Noteworthy's wife and Tootsie's mother, Screeching Bugler, with Tootsie retreating to Noteworthy and Noteworthy getting even more emotionally attached to his young daughter. Tootsie didn't mind it at all and almost reached the point of thinking that it was all natural and fine, something that all fillies her age went through and that all fathers did for their daughters.

But, as the time passed, it was clear that there was something more to it. After all, no matter how much a parent can love its offspring and vice versa, neither would feel so emotionally near, so similar, so connected, as they who shared some of their most private moments with each other... especially if the parent had no qualms about being open about one of his more basic desires for carnal love.

"So... excited to eat some banana again?" Noteworthy asked, winking, as he finished up his dish.

Tootise Flute smiled weakly. "I'd like to, but, like you told me, I really should preserve myself for my first heat and my wedding with you."

He chuckled. "Well, as you wish then. But I know you'll be begging to do it soon," he said, getting up and walking away.

Tootsie sighed. Her father was so fixed on having fun in bed sometimes.