The Visiting Room

Screwball stepped into the room and saw a brown stallion with black hair sitting on the far side of a long table. She put one hoof forward and simply stared at him, her mouth slowly opening, but no words managing to escape. The stallion slipped off of the chair and walked over to her. “Hello Screwball. I’m so happy to see you again.”

A tear fell down her muzzle and she took another step towards him. “Da-dad?”

“Yes, and I am so sorry that I,” he stopped as she charged into his legs, almost knocking him over. He wrapped a fore hoof around her small form and bent over to nuzzle her. “I’m so happy to see you again.”

“I… I just can’t believe you came. I have been so lonely for so long and to know that my father actually cares about me and had cared about me all this time is… is, awesome!” She pranced a little bit before going back to snuggling his leg.

He smiled and ran a hoof along her tail. He could feel a slight heat come through it, but he didn’t dare seek it out. Not yet. “Of course I do. I only wish I could have come sooner, but taking care of you while keeping to my name of Mr. Rich was quite… taxing.” He bent his head slightly and let out a heavy sigh.

Filthy felt Screwball’s hooves come away from him and looked down at her. “What is the matter?”

“I… I caused you so many problems, just like I cause the nurses, just like I always cause ponies. That is why I am here. That is why I’m alone.” Each line came at a higher and higher pitch as tears started to swell in her eyes. Her hooves came around her head. “I don’t wanna be a bad filly for you. Please don’t say I’m a bad filly. Please!“

“Of course you aren’t Screw. You are your own special filly and I am willing to wait until the sun goes out for other ponies to see that truth.” He stepped back and gave her a large smile. “Now, why don’t we play some cards so I can make up for some of my time away?”

“Yay!” She jumped into the air again and raced to her chair. She sat upon it, but furrowed her brows and stood on the cushion as Mr. Rich came closer. “What are you doing?”

“I can’t have my little gem sitting so far away from me. Therefore, this needs to move.” He pushed the chair along the floor, met both by an ear splitting grinding sound from the floor, and an almost equally high pitched squeal of glee from the filly upon it.

Filthy sat back down on his own chair as Screwball hopped in her chair. “Do you know of the card game War?”

Screwball’s hooves came onto the table. “Nope. In fact,” she blushed slightly and bent her legs as her tail refused to stop swinging, “I haven’t ever played a card game.”

Mr. Rich nodded as he pulled the cards from an inner pocket of his black vest and spread them out for the shuffle. He then flicked each card into his right hoof, picked at random as a proper dealer should. “That is quite understandable, as the skills necessary to hold and deal the cards are only for those of the higher class, for the most part. However, the game we will play is rather simple.” He flicked a card over to the pink filly, but shook his head when she reached for it. “Leave it and watch a master at work.”

At first each card came slowly, Filthy’s left hoof gently brushing them off his right and letting them glide to their destination. However, as he got lower into the deck, the faster his pace became. Each moment captivated Screwball as she watched each card, amazed how all of them fell right onto one of the two neat piles, despite the lack of control on their flight. Once her stack was complete, Screwball couldn’t help but shove them off the table and giggle as the cards flew about. “Do it again, do it again!”

He smiled at the energy. “So you’re a fan of fifty-two pickup, aye? Well–“

Beep, beep.

He looked down to his left chest pocket and frowned as he slid the pager out slightly. Filthy lowered his head as a tear touched his eye. “I’m sorry, but I need to be going. I… I really wish I didn’t have to.”

Screwball paled and leapt off of her chair, crashing into Filthy. “No, please don’t go. I’ll pick up the cards if that is the problem, promise. Just please, please don’t go already.”

A hoof ran through her soft mane and he put his face very close to hers. “Don’t you worry. I’ll be back soon enough, but I still need to work, as much as I wish I didn’t.” Filthy watched as her head hung low and brought a hoof under her chin. “How about a loving kiss, as proof of how much you matter to me?”

She nodded her head and pecked him on the cheek. The action was met by a small chuckle before her lips were brought against his. Her father’s large tongue suddenly filled her mouth and coiled firmly around her own, sending ripples of excitement down her young body. He pulled Screwball in closer and his hoof stroked her mane gently as a slight moan instinctively came from the young filly. Just when she thought she was starting to recover from the odd, sensual grip of the act, he pulled away.

“I’ll be expecting another sweet tasting next time, alright Screwball?”

She tried to nod her head, but simply collapsed as her world spun faster. No answer came from her, but Filthy didn’t wait. He had already seen the reaction he wanted. One more stroke along her face to make sure she was okay was all he had time for, though, before rushing out; he stopped at the doorway as a stray idea started to become rather attractive.

“Screwball, darling?”

“Ye-yes?”

“Please, keep my cards. Consider it my first gift of many.”

Screwball merely nodded, her mind still trying to wake up and the random act of kindness further sending it spiraling into euphoria. He… he tasted so good, but… but it felt so good too. She shivered again as the memory of the kiss surged back through her one last time. She would soon be found sleeping, content and happy as that glorious moment replayed itself over and over again in the little filly’s mind.