"Daddy?" Silver Spoon inquired, still as bratty as possible.

"Yes, princess? Is something wrong?" The incubus inquired, gently running her fingers through little Silvie's mane.

They were all safe and sound as it boomed and crashed outside the Boutique. Each flash of lightning shone through the narrow windows dotting La Carousel Boutique's shopping floor. Lightning penetrated every drape, curtain and shadow between them and the outside world. Most fillies would panic, but her princess appeared rather lax and almost at peace. Her glance up was patient, yet hesitant.

"Do you think I have to go home tonight. I wanna stay here and say you kept me for a slave." She complained, whining at the end and nuzzling with her alpha.

"Well, I don't think you can convince me to let you go. But I understand another night is less suspicious than a week. So let's come on and do some daddy/little stuff." Lilith cheered near inaudibly, giving a 'woohoo' in jest and genuine enthusiasm.

Silver Spoon clopped against the floors, her hooves barren from the window incident. Usually, thieves had dampening horseshoes, but her pair fell off mid-entrance. Again, the nails were far too short. But Emerald Emancipation was wrong about one thing. Crime did pay. She cracked a coquettish and most mischievous smile at one, unsuspecting daddy. They had all night to play. Silvie pushed their glasses up and stared at their nose. Blurry. It was really blurry. How could anyone look at things in the center of their foreheads. Instead of playing pranks or telling fibs due to the occasion, instead, Silver Spoon forgot April Fool's and surfed the web on a MacinTop.

"Daddy, what's a Glasgow Smile?"

"Honey, we're not doing this."

An hour passed.

"Daddy, do you think I can get 'creampied' by another daddy?"

"Yes. But we're not doing this again, princess. Daddy doesn't like netorare and you shouldn't have a stable internet connection. Why don't you remember that we're sitting ducks in the middle of an empty city." Lilith replied, idly jerking herself off.

"Daddy, why are you always touching yourself?"

"Because having sex your whole life makes you want sex your whole life."

Obnoxious, bellowing and charged with authority, thunder shook the Boutique. Again and again, it shook the lightning-proof, clay and rubber-insulated housing. It wavered in the glass, most of that being remedied by the newly-installed iron bars behind her windows. Pure iron for any infernals trying to make horrible movies or rape women in showers. The second one could be done by Ponyville's local incubus.

"Sometimes, I forget how similar Equestria is to my dimension. When you're telling your little girl to not take an interest in hentai about cuckolding, you know we're all twisted in some way. Hey, princess, can daddy ask you something?"

The questioned earned a squeak of surprise, sending orange juice all over Daddy. Her incubus father stood there, deathly quiet and waiting ever still.

"O-oh, of course."

"... Why do you want daddy?"

"Because daddy's good at sex and I want sex with her more than once?"

"Are you serious."

"Yes. But, I think I like you. You're nice when I'm not being forced in bed. You don't hit me like my dad and you never talk down to me. 'Daddy' doesn't even care for me like you do. And I just met you. Like, isn't that ironic." Silver Spoon posed, looking up and poking her chin with a pencil.

"I used that word right, right?"

"Totally, yeah."

"Oh, okay thanks Daddy. I just wasn't sure."

Author's Note

Apparently, no one knew this chapter was a joke. Who would seriously write like this.