The Visiting Room

Redheart watched as Screwball got her mane ready and grabbed a small deck of cards from the bedside table. She stopped a scowl from crossing her face as she thought, just for him, to herself. She stopped the filly from going through the door and bent down. “You might want to put those away. He isn’t going to be here for long.”

Screwball frowned at that and looked away. “You sure?”

“I am.” That got her a dirty glare from the filly, but she honestly was quite happy at the fact that Filthy didn’t have time enough today for a real visit. It didn’t stop her from imagining what he might have planned and then shoving the thoughts away. She glanced back at the filly and felt tears touch her eyes. Oh sweet Celestia, I hate this.

Once more Screwball walked in, but this time Filthy wasn’t sitting. Instead, he stood and stared at his watch, a small frown on his face. She bounced into his view and gave him a large smile. “Hi dad. Do you want a kiss?”

Filthy smiled at her before bending his knees and looking her in the eye. “What type of kiss?”

She pushed herself forward and immediately knew she had done it too hard as she bounced back, her muzzle hurting. Filthy rubbed his own and barely kept his annoyance in check. I don’t need this. I have far too many meetings today to take her shenanigans. Remember Filthy, in and out, just like planned. He did manage to force a laugh and bent low to kiss her. “Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it.”

She smiled, though a little sad that the strange electricity that ran through her normally seemed to have been cut off too quickly to occur. “I was told you don’t have much time today.”

He shook his head. “I wish I had more time, but I am simply here to talk about our last visit because I thought I figured out the problem. Will you stand still for a moment?”

Screwball nodded before standing stock still and posing with her tongue out. Her heart started to race as Filthy started to trot around her. Each clop of a hoof onto the floor brought him closer to her backside again, back to those odd feelings from last time and to an odd fear she knew she shouldn’t feel towards her father. His hoof touched her tail and she tried to let it move, but it had long ago decided that it would stay right where it was.

Filthy hummed to himself once he had managed to pry it ever so slightly away and cocked his head around the tail to look directly at the pink slit belonging to the little filly. He had messed up last time, but he had a new plan, a plan that excited him as it meant not waiting months, but instead maybe only another week or two. He slowly blew against her crotch and the filly let out a small squeal and her legs fell out from underneath her to protect the area.

“You don’t like it when I even see that, do you?”

She buried her face into her hooves as the disappointed tone cracked her heart. “N-no, I don’t. I’m sorry.”

He nodded and came around her. “Look up.”

She kept her eyes buried for a few moments and Filthy growled. “I said, look up!”

She flinched at the barked order and slowly looked up. In front of her, hanging between his thighs and just ending just between her eyes, was her father’s cock,. It twitched in the air and sent chills down her spine because of the large length. “Wha- what is thi–“

“This is my most private place. It is called a penis and it is the most important part to a stallion, just as that place I blew against is yours. Now, let me ask you something. I supported you for ten years, keeping you safe and secure here where you could grow and learn and be safe from others judgement for all that makes you special. Now that I finally have the opportunity to bear my whole being to you and bond as a father and daughter should, even being willing to show all of me to you, you are the one that is holding back. Does that sound right to you?”

She opened her mouth slightly, but stopped as her embarrassment beat her down and she turned away from the large member in her face. It excited her, but it also scared her like nothing she had seen before because she knew she shouldn’t be seeing that. I… I don’t think so at least. Everyone else covers it normally.

What if you are wrong? Have you met a father and daughter before? Do you know what they do in private?

But it’s so strange, and scary, and I don’t know what to do when he does this type of thing!

But he makes those types of things feel good and just wants you to be happy. Besides, I thought we needed a friend?

He took the silence as the confusion it was and bent down to kiss her forehead. He nuzzled against her mane for a moment longer as a tear came down her face. “I’ll see you soon enough, but I do have to go. I love you.” He then trotted out, a slight smile crossing his lips.

Meanwhile, a little filly sat crying into her beanie, trying to decide that not eating it would be a good idea. Redheart barely made it in time to fortify the defense, but not fast enough to stop the sobbing that broke both of their hearts.