Too Sweet For Her Own Good

by Regidar

Rating: mature
Tags: Sweetie Belle, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Sex, Slice of Life
Length: 14640

In light of a recent romantic turmoil, Sweetie Belle and her father draw closer than ever to each other.

Hondo Flanks is devastated; his wife of 20 years, Cookie Crumbles, has run off with some pegasus. Sure, his relationship with her was on unsteady ground, but he never imagined that she would abandon him like this. Heartbroken, Hondo decides to stay with his two daughters for a little bit, just until he can get back onto his hooves.

He certainly never expected for things to become even more complicated romantically for him then they already were.

This is part of a style trade with The Elusive Badgerpony, in which we switch several aspects of our writing styles and see how we operate within one another's boundaries.

All characters are of legal, consenting age.

Coverart by Ambris. If you like my work, consider donating to my Ko-Fi.

Published 2015-09-13 23:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-09-13 23:40:01 UTC

Sucrose Solution

Hondo Flanks clutched his coffee mug, looking down into the dark brown liquid, sighing as he watched it ripple in his shaking hands. Rain hammered on the window outside—a fitting backdrop to his melancholic stare and his hunched shoulders. Hot steam from the coffee billowed up, pressing against his face, and the heat directly from the coffee mug warmed his hands, but the storm-chilled air was too much for these small things to make much of a difference.

He heard the scraping of a chair, and somepony sat down at the table. He felt a soft hand up against his, and he closed his eyes. The hand gently moved his own away from the coffee cup, and gripped it firmly.

“Are you alright, father?”

He opened his eyes, looking over at Rarity, who looked back with her sapphire eyes. She was leaning over the table slightly to reach his hand. He looked away, eyes darting to the window, and when he found that all he could see were sheets of water rushing down the glass, he turned back to face his eldest daughter.

“I’ll be okay, pumpkin,” he said, giving her an unconvincing smile that looked more like a wince then anything else. Rarity arched an eyebrow slightly, but this did not impact the look of genuine concern she exhibited.

“Are you certain? I know that you and mother were having trouble, but I...” she trailed off, and chose her next words carefully. “You know I don’t support her or condone her actions, right?”

“I know you don’t, darlin’,” Hondo said, his hand trembling slightly in hers. “It’s just a bit of a shock, you know? I knew she wasn’t happy, but you can hardly expect something like that to walk up and sock you in the face, now can you?”

“It’s rather unbecoming of her,” Rarity said, her grip tightening slightly. “To say the very least. Were you two... officially parted?”

“Afraid not,” Hondo said, voice like gravel against teeth. “We’d been fighting a whole awful lot for the past year or so, but when she asked to take some time apart about three months ago, I though it wasn’t nothing to worry about. Hell, she even let me come back into the house last week.” He smiled sadly at this, looking up at Rarity. “But apparently it was only because she wanted to vacate as soon as she could. She ran off with some pegasus only two days after I showed up...”

“I cannot believe her,” Rarity said, her voice a few notes higher than normal, her knuckles whitening more than her coat already had done for her. “I simply just cannot! And you said you were not with anyone during those months apart?”

Hondo nodded. “I figured she just wanted to let off steam, clear the air between us, and all. Never expected...” He put his coffee cup down a little more harshly than he expected, his hand shaking to the point where it spilled over onto the table. “You know, this.”

Rarity shook her head, her bottom lip trembling slightly. “Father, I... I am so sorry. I never thought mother could be this heartless, but—” she tightened her grip again, and Hondo winced.

“Ah! Rarity, could ya—” Rarity dropped her father’s hand, blushing.

“Oh, I’m sorry! I’m just so worked up about this, Mother is just infuriating me so much right now!”

“Heh, well,” Hondo said, wearing the same sad smile. “You’re not the one she ran out on.”

Rarity scoffed. “Father, you’re in a bit of shock right now. Do whatever you must to help process this, but please do not afford mother any sympathy. She doesn’t deserve it from you, from me—from anypony! At least, not until she explains herself...” she looked down at the table bitterly. “She just left without saying anything?”

“Yeah, I only found out about her plans because I had the whole house to myself for the past few days,” Hondo said, picking up the mug and taking a sip, his hands shaking somewhat less. “She had some letters that she left in our room—which I hadn’t found before because she made me sleep on the couch, mind you, wouldn’t let me anywhere near the room—and a list of charges from the train station saying that she had got two tickets to Manehattan.”

“Letters?” Rarity said, her eyes wide.

“Nothing too scandalous, I might add,” Hondo said quickly, taking another sip of coffee. “They didn’t date back very far, maybe only a month or so before I had come back. She’d met him at one of her friend’s parties, but he was only visiting from Cloudsdale, so that’s why they used letters to keep in touch. Oddly, nothing too personal, but there seemed to be large gaps in the story I put together from them.” Hondo paused, grimacing as if the words were sour on his tongue. “Guess she took the more sentimental ones with her; as a keepsake.”

Rarity simply shook her head in disgust. There was an awkward pause, and in this time Hondo simply stared into his coffee again.

“Guess I should be thankful, really,” he finally managed to say. “She spared me havin’ to read her love letters to someone who ain’t me.”

“Oh, Daddy,” Rarity said softly, standing up. Hondo looked up, just in time to get pulled into a tight hug, tears gently running down her cheeks.

Hondo hugged Rarity back, his grip stronger than hers, but applied with less force. “Hey, don’t cry, pumpkin. Come on now...” He slowly pulled away. “Besides, can you really blame her? The pegasus was probably all ripped, and then there’s...” he gestured to his plump belly. “All this on me.”

Hondo cringed, Rarity’s thin hand swatting at his arm. “Father! Do not try and justify what she did to you by blaming yourself!”

“You’re right, you’re right...” Hondo sighed, and sat back down. “I guess it’s just what I’m tryin’ to do, to make the best of it.”

“Well, you certainly won’t be doing that this way,” Rarity said, picking up a napkin from the center of the table and mopping up the spilled coffee. “You have to remember, you did not push her to this. She... chose to do this on her own, for the most part. You may have had your differences, and your squabbles, and your fights, but she decided that she would not face this like a responsible adult and simply run away.”

Hondo nodded, resting his arms on the table and leaning back. “Well put, darlin’.”

Rarity’s lips twitched, hinting at a smile.

“Do you mind if I stay here for a little while, pumpkin?” Hondo asked, looking over at his daughter. “I don’t think I can stand that house and it’s damned emptiness much longer. When I’m the only one around, my memories think they can do what they please.”

“Of course,” Rarity said, standing up straight and wiping her tear-and-make-up stained cheeks. “Take as much time as you need here. You can sleep in the guest room next to Sweetie’s room.”

“She doesn’t know I’m here yet,” Hondo noted. “Is she home?”

Rarity shook her head, walking over to the trashcan to throw away the napkin, her two hooves clacking against the tile. “No, she’s out at Apple Bloom’s. She was supposed to come home tonight, but,” Rarity looked out the window at the rain and gestured to it. “I suppose she’ll be sleeping over in this weather.”

“Well, I’m looking forward to seeing her when she finally gets home,” Hondo said. “I haven’t seen her since her birthday, almost half a year ago!” He smiled at the thought. “She really grew up fast... already an adult, now!”

“I’m guessing you weren’t praying for her eighteenth birthday like you did for mine, since she wasn’t living in your house like I was,” Rarity said, smiling coyly over her shoulder at her father.

Hondo chuckled, and picked up the mug again. “Really, dear, thank you for this...”

“Please, like I said—take as much time as you need here with us. We certainly won’t mind your company.”

“Don’t worry, darlin’, I’ll only be a day or two at most.”

Two weeks later

Sweetie Belle lay on her side in bed, pillow crammed up against her face, drooling slightly as ground her cheek deeper into the softness of her headrest. Her hand was shoved down her red silk panties (made courtesy of Rarity), gently rubbing the slightly furrier patch of her crotch right above where her nethers rested. Her index finger slipped downward, brushing against her outer labia. With a barely stifled moan, her eyes fluttered open, and she pushed herself up into a sitting position.

Squinting at the sun through the window, Sweetie rubbed her eyes of sleep with her free hand. Her other hand moved down to her thigh, caressing it gently for a moment before she removed it from the panty prison. Swinging her legs over the side of her bed, she yawned once more, stretching her arms upward until she heard a satisfying krk in her back.

She was startled from her stupor by a quick knocking on her bedroom door. “Sweetie, dalrin’? You mind if I come in?”

“Sure, Daddy,” Sweetie Belle said sleepily, rolling her head to one side, stretching her neck. The door swung open, and Hondo Flanks, merely in his boxers, walking past her bed, towel slung over his arm.

“Do you mind if I use your shower, Sweetie? I overslept a bit, and Rarity’s usin’ the other one right now.”

Sweetie shrugged. “Sure, I don’t mind. I was gonna freshen up in a moment, though, so could you be quick?”

“I’ll be as fast as I can,” Hondo assured her, squeezing past the barely adjacent door to the bathroom.

“I gotta ask, Daddy,” Sweetie said, standing up and cracking her knuckles before gripping her right shoulder with her left hand, pressing her right arm straight against her collar. “I thought you slept with that straw hat you’ve got. It’s weird to see you without it!”

An echoey laugh could be heard from behind the bathroom door, and Hondo poked his head out. “And I thought you slept with a bra on, but look at that! I might as well say it’s weird to see you without that on!”

Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes, stretching out her left arm as she did to her right. “Nothing weird about boobs, Dad, they’re just these things on my chest. Besides, bras are annoying, and I wanna sleep as comfortable as I can.” Sweetie slid her hands under them and held each bosom in a hand, weighing them. “They’re heavy and annoying, so the last thing I want is something pressing against them all the time. They’re like, boob prisons.”

“Fair enough.” Hondo retreated back into the bathroom, but his voice soon poured out from it again. “What’s on the plan for today, pumpkin?”

“Nothin’ much,” Sweetie said, the sound of the shower being turned on now discernable. “I was just planning on relaxing today, mostly. It’s almost summer after all, and this is my final year of school... might as well take it a bit easy since there’s only like, three weeks left.”

“You still planning on studying magic in Canterlot once the fall rolls around?”

Sweetie tilted her head, and placed her hands on her knees, leaning down, rear end up in the air, tail swishing back and forth over the line of her red undergarment that hugged her generous hips so snuggly. “You know, I dunno. I’ve been thinking about it a lot... I’ve been training with Twilight for a really long time. And she is a princess... I’m not sure if there’s any way to move up from that. She’s one of the most talented magicians of our time! I’ve learned so much from her, and I feel so lucky I’ve gotten the chance to do so.”

“Well,” Hondo’s voice said. “That’s all well and good, and I’m really proud of you for comin’ as far as you have. You do have to think about all the other things that go into this sort of decision too, though. Going to Canterlot would give you a wider scope of options, and it would help for you to live somewhere other than Ponyville. It’s a lovely town, and all, but Canterlot is a city, and it’s on a whole different level. It’s a huge gathering place for ponies, unicorns especially, and I think that having more peers would be good for you, Sweetie.” He paused, and Sweetie heard the rustle of the shower curtain, and the next time Hondo spoke, it was more muffled than it had been before. “You have lovely friends here in Ponyville, but not a lot of ‘em are unicorns, you know? I want you to be able to know folks who’ve got the same abilities and walk of life as you.

Sweetie snorted, shaking her head and running her hands down her calves, fingers trailing along the tops of her hooves. “Do you have any idea how old fashioned you sound, Daddy?” With a small grunt, Sweetie straightened up, and rolled her back, chest heaving forward, her breasts pushing outwards as well, bosoms jiggling with kinetic energy.

“I realize it may sound like that,” Hondo said. “But I just want the best for you, darlin’. Our family isn’t one of the noble Canterlot types of unicorns, not even close; you have the potential to move up in life and I just want you to have the chance to be with those types of folks.”

“Maybe that’s Rarity’s scene,” Sweetie said with a scoff, opening the bathroom door. “But not mine. I’m perfectly happy being here in Ponyville with my friends, learning from the best teacher of magic anypony could possibly hope for.”

“Well, if you’re happy, darlin’, I suppose I’m happy as well,” Hondo said. There was a moment’s pause, and then his voice started up again. “Do you mind getting some shampoo, dear? We’re all out in here.”

Sweetie, who was peering into the mirror, examining her teeth with floss in hand, looked up towards the shower. “You use shampoo?”

“And conditioner too,” Hondo said with a chuckle. “Why so surprised?”

“Well, I kinda figured with that mane of yours...” Sweetie said with a smirk.

A melodramatic sigh echoed out from the shower. “Ouch, Sweetie. You’ve got quite the punch in yah, you know that?”

Sweetie giggled innocently, and leaned under the sink, producing a bottle of shampoo. “Got enough conditioner in there, Prince Hondo?”

“Fortunately.”

Sweetie smiled and walked over towards the shower, dropping the floss into the wastebin next to the toilet as she approached.

“Mind if I come into the shower with you, Daddy?” she asked, slipping her free hand under the red band of her panties, and dropping them to her ankles. There was a moment when the only sound in the bathroom was the noise of running water.

“Uh, do you think that’s entirely appropriate, Sweetie?” Hondo said with a wet cough after a moment.

Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes. “Dad, you’re my... Dad. I used to take showers with you all the time.”

“I know that, honey, but things change as you get older. You’ve matured into a, uh, beautiful young mare and it’s not exactly right for parents to be like that near their foals anymore.”

“What’re you afraid of Daddy? It’s just my body.”

A resigned sigh wafted from behind the curtain. “Alright, my dear, come on in. But just for this last once, alright?”

Sweetie smiled broadly, and opened the curtain, slipping inside the shower, hot water immediately matting her mane to her face and neck. “Eee!” she sequeled, recoiling from the stream. She turned to her father, and smiled at him. “See? It’s not so bad. Just like the old days.”

“Yeah,” Hondo said on a sad breath. “Just like the old days...”

Sweetie tilted her head, looking over her father, who had stepped towards the back of the moderately large shower space to make room for her. His own mane was matted to the sides of his head, the brown darkened by the moisture. His white horn, hardly seen even when his hat was off due to the natural style of his hair and its tendency to stick up, could be seen poking from the top of his forehead, parting the waves of brown on either side. His mustache was limp on his lip, same color as his mane and plastered against his white coat just as the rest of his hair was. His legs were pressed together slightly, but Sweetie could still see, just under his paunch, where the black beginning of his sheath was, and a patch of dampened, somewhat unkempt brown fur directly above it.

“Oh daddy, you know I didn’t mean it like that,” Sweetie said softly, stepping back into the scalding stream of the shower.

“I know, dear, I know,” Hondo said, gently setting the bar of soap he was holding down to rest by his hooves. “It’s just hard not to linger on it, since it’s still a bit fresh in my mind. Your mother’s... actions gave me quite a shock.”

Sweetie nodded, holding out the shampoo bottle. Hondo took it, and poured a small amount into hands. Setting the bottle down, he lathered down his mane, breathing outward through his nose slightly.

“I just...” Sweetie trailed off, looking down at her own hooves. “I’m sorry I brought it up.”

“No dear, the blame is on me,” Hondo said, pushing his hands down the back of his head, suds pouring down his neck and along his back, carried on the current of the water. “It’s a lot that’s been pushing onto me, and the littlest things seem to remind me of... what I lost.”

“Oh, Daddy...” Sweetie Belle took her father’s hand, and before Hondo could do anything, she pulled him into a hug, squeezing her wet body against his own. Hondo’s eyes widened as he felt her breasts mashed up against his chest, and shivered involuntarily as her horn brushed up against the underside of his chin.

“A-Ah... Sweetie...” he stammered, patting her on the back, his wet, soapy hands making small thwacks as they landed. “Thank you, pumpkin, but I-I’m afraid this is a bit close for comfort, here...”

Sweetie Belle slowly let go, taking a step back, blushing slightly. “Oops, I guess you’re right...”

“No, it’s quite alright,” Hondo said, shifting his leg slightly so his right thigh was pressed slightly above his left. “Rarity did the same thing on the first night I came over.”

“What, hugged you naked?”

Hondo snorted, and Sweetie Belle gave him a bashful grin in return. “No, she did not... but she did give me a hug, although it was a very clothed hug, thank you very much.” Hondo took a few steps towards Sweetie, his head now directly under the shower head, a fine mist of steam billowing off of him as the hot water barraged his shampooed head. “The soap’s down over there, you’re not gonna get clean just by standing in the water.”

“Oh, right!” Sweetie squeezed past Hondo, her coat even soft when it was soaked. She split her legs slightly, one in front of the other, and she leaned down, her sopping tail raised with slight effort, the water weighing it down. It disguised more scandalous parts of her body, but her shapely flanks were still very much visible to the unsuspecting Hondo Flanks, who just so happened to turn around right as she bent over. Her bubbly butt dripped with droplets of water, which ran down to her thighs, hugging her hips and careening down her curves. Hondo pushed his legs tighter together as Sweetie resurfaced and turned around, bar of soap in hand.

“There, got it!” Sweetie chirped, her voice cracking ever so slightly, much as it had done when she was far younger. “It was a bit hard to get my grip on, I don’t know how you managed to scrub yourself down with it earlier, I swear it’s slippier than any other soap I’ve ever held on to!”

“W-Well, you know your old stallion,” Hondo said with a nervous grin, diverting his eyes from Sweetie’s voluptuous hips. “He’s got quite the death grip; that’s why he excelled at hoofball back in high school.”

“Not enough so that he didn’t break his arm every other day during the hoofball season,” Sweetie tittered. Hondo couldn’t help but grin at this as well, but as he did so, his eyes slowly slid away from the point on the wall where he was focusing onto his daugher.

It was so odd to Hondo... Sweetie Belle looked nothing like her mother at all. Both his daughters had gotten his off-white coat, but at least Rarity had acquired Cookie’s mane color. Sweetie's mane, lavender and cream pink, was nothing like the rich purple of her mother or the soil brown of her father. And her eyes... They were a blue-eyed family, all but her; Sweetie’s eyes shone like emeralds at the bottom of a deep blue ocean. Hondo only knew of one mare with that eye color in their family, and that was his own mother.

And yet... Sweetie was still like her mother in so many ways. Her laugh, the way she walked... hell, even the size and shape of her breasts, the curvature of her hips, the plumpness of her flanks and thighs... these were all things Hondo had seen before, and these were sights he knew well. These were the things that drew his eye in a most unfatherly way, and even though they reminded him of the mare who had betrayed him and hurt his heart the hardest, on the sweet, beautiful young mare before him, he could not bring himself to feel anything negative.

“Um, dad?”

“Mmm?” Hondo’s eyes slowly shifted back into focus as he looked into Sweetie’s face.

Sweetie simply pointed between his legs.

Hondo looked down and gasped slightly, his face immediately burning up in a blush. His cock had snaked its way out of his sheath, already almost fully out. And it hadn’t stopped there—it was beginning to harden, and in its semi-flaccid state it already was about as long as a paper towel roll, if not nearly as thick.

Hondo made an effort to close his legs, to see if he could still hide his growing shame, but his penis would have none of it. In fact, the flexing of the muscles and the clamping of his thighs around its base caused both a surge of blood and a sudden muscles movement to take place, his cock bouncing straight up before falling back down, bobbing and growing harder by the second.

“I-I’m sorry, pumpkin, you didn’t need to see that,” Hondo stammered, embarrassed, turning around to face the opposite wall from Sweetie Belle.

“What’s the big deal? It’s not like I don’t know what a penis is,” Sweetie said matter of factly, trying to peer around her father’s body to get a better look at the offending organ.

Hondo brought a hand down to his cock, but quickly pulled it away as he felt himself shudder at the contact. “N-Now, we already went over this, Sweetie. It’s just not appropriate for this kind of thing to be hap—”

Sweetie Belle sighed indignantly. “Come on, Daddy! I’m not a little filly anymore! You don’t have to act like this, and besides...” she paused, and hondo looked over his shoulder just long enough to see Sweetie bite her lip through the steam, looking quite bashful. “I-I’ve never really seen one up close.”

“Well, you’re gonna have to wait a bit longer,” Hondo said, voice wavering.

“Daaad, come ooon...” Sweetie Belle whined. Hondo took a deep breath, his member still hardening between his legs.

“I swear, dear, you’ve got a whine to rival your sister’s...”

“And you’re gonna be hearing a lot more of it unless you turn around,” Sweetie said. “Come on Daddy, we’re both adults here, stop acting like this!”

“Just barely for you, and besides, that doesn’t change how inappropriate it is!” Hondo said, his mustache quivering as he said each word with more force than the last, droplets of water spraying from it.

“Daddy, please...” Sweetie placed her hand on his shoulder. “I just wanna look, nothing else.”

“I’m sure you’ve gotten a look at many colts your age,” Hondo said, immediately regretting having done so as images of Sweetie in various positions with a different blank-faced, well hung colt each time filling his mind’s eye. His cock took the greatest interest in this, however, and throbbed painfully. Hondo’s sizable balls also complained, shifting slightly in his scrotum. He hadn’t gotten off in quite some time... certainly not since his wife had left him, and not for a good time before that either.

Sweetie sighed. “Well, you’d think... but the girls and I have been so busy crusading for the past few years that colts just sort of... fell off our list of priorities for us.”

“Well, don’t you have any interest in any of the strapping young stallions around town?” Hondo asked, sweat joining the rest of the shower moisture on his face.

Sweetie shrugged. “We-ell... maybe one colt. His name’s Rumble, and he’s pretty cute; we all’ve been in school with him since we were little... but Scootaloo’s got her eye on him too. And I don’t know how I’m supposed to stand much of a chance against her if I don’t have any knowledge about how stallions and their privates work!”

Hondo groaned, and turned around, his erection bobbing slightly with his motions. “Alright Sweetie, alright; you win. Just... look and don’t touch, please? I’m not entirely comfortable with this, but... if you believe it’s in your best interest, my dear...”

Sweetie smiling, and took a step closer to her father. “Of course! I’ll just look, that’s all.” She knelt down, drawing eye level with the black length. “Wow, is this as big as it gets?”

“Hey!” Hondo exclaimed indignantly. “I’ll have you know I’m a full ten inches—n-not that I care about a schoolyard measuring contest, or anything. It’s just fact to set the record straight, is all.”

Sweetie grinned up at her father, squinting slightly as a light deluge of water splashed off her father’s back and sprayed her face. “Did they make you have measuring contests back in school?”

“The hoofball team did a lot of homoerotic things as ‘hazing’,” Hondo huffed. “That measuring contest is the least of my worries, especially 22 years later.”

“But you still didn’t come out on top, did you?” Sweetie’s grin broadened.

Hondo scowled. “We had a donkey on the team. It was hardly fair to the rest of us. If he hadn’t joined at the last moment—” he shook his head, as if to knock the thoughts right from his head, sending water droplets to and fro. “It doesn’t matter, that was 22 years ago, and besides, size doesn’t matter, Sweetie, remember. A colt’s, er, ah... ‘tool’ that’s too big might end up hurting you..

“You can call it a ‘penis’, I know what it is,” Sweetie said, rolling her eyes. “And it’s right in front of me, too.”

“Fine, a colt’s penis. Regardless, ten inches here,” Hondo gestured to his length, his palm running parallel to it, stopping just at Sweetie’s muzzle, who scrunched when the hand booped her. “Is already pushing it a bit. Your mother... well, your mother was a very talented mare, let’s keep it at that.”

Sweetie moved her head to the side. “Dad, if you’re not comfortable talking about mom, then don’t bring her up. You’re just gonna get frustrated.”

“No, I can’t hide from it forever,” Hondo said with a sigh. “And as long as we’re talking about my past, standing naked in the shower while my daughter inspects my erection, we can go the little bit extra and talk about Cookie. Now then, where were we?”

“You said she was talented?”

“Ah, yes,” Hondo said with a small chuckle. “Your mother and I met in high school, and she was always... a bit of a loose mare. So when she finally decided to settle down with me, she had quite a few tricks of the trade around with her...” he paused. “But I, uh, wouldn’t lead by her example, okay?”

“Right,” Sweetie said. “I honestly don’t know where she gets off leaving you like this. You’re one of the most tender, loyal stallions I know, and I’m not just saying that because you’re my dad.”

“Well, she changed a lot from the time we were married—”

“Twenty years!”

Hondo sighed. “Yes, twenty years. But still, that’s not exactly... well, I suppose it wasn’t enough for her to fully leave behind her old life. She must have been awfully pining for it, and we were...”

Hondo stood in the shower, looking down at Sweetie Belle. “Sweetie, you should get along with your shower. We’ve been in here for almost ten minutes and you haven’t even soaped up.”

“Oh, right!” Sweetie picked up the bar of soap, which she had let fall to the tiled floor. She stood up, and began to gently rub it on her stomach, until a decent buildup of suds had gathered. With her free hand, she moved the bubbles up to her chest, rubbing under her breast, the soft flesh jiggling as she did so. Hondo watched, slack jawed as she dragged the bar of soap up between her cleavage, rubbing it over her collar, bubbles dripping down her body with the rivulets of water.

“Can you get my back?” Sweetie asked. “I can’t really reach very well back there.”

Hondo swallowed, and nodded. “Sure...” He walked, stiff member swaying up and down as he did so, behind Sweetie and kneeled down. She passed him the soap, and he lathered up his hands, rubbing up and down the length of his daughter’s spine. He stopped briefly at her tail, and reached behind him, groping for a moment before he managed to secure a grip on the bottle of shampoo.

“I’m gonna clean your tail, alright darlin’?” Hondo asked, squeezing a bit of shampoo into his hand.

Sweetie Belle nodded, and Hondo gently gripped the base of her tail, running his shampooed hand along the thick mass of hair, gently working his fingers in and out. His large hand slipped under towards her dock, and his gently pressed his fingers along the soft flesh there.

“A-Ah...” Sweetie said breathily, closing her eyes. Hondo’s jaw tightened, and he fixed his eyes directly on his daughter’s tail. Slowly, it began to hike up, and even if he wanted to, Hondo couldn’t wrench his eyes away. He was locked in place, his thumb pressed gently into Sweetie’s dock, watching her tail rise instinctively as he stimulated the nerves there.

“Is something wrong, Sweetie?” Hondo asked, his voice wavering to become a note or two higher than it usually was.

“Not really,” Sweetie replied. “I mean, it’s just... that felt nice.”

Hondo nodded, his eyes gliding over Sweetie’s curves and along her hips, trailing inward along the expanse of her white rear. Even further his gaze went, closing in on what was once hidden by his daughter’s bichromatic tail. His thumb dug into her dock, deeper and deeper, with Sweetie’s small gasps going higher in pitch all the way. He kept going, eyes locking on the sight directly in front of him.

His cock throbbed, clearly pleased with this turn of events.

“What are you doing down there, daddy?” Sweetie asked, looking over her shoulder at the sneaky stallion beneath her, panting slightly from the continued pressure on the underside of her tail.

“J-Just checking to see if you’re clean down here, it is a shower, after all,” Hondo said, swallowing hard and relinquishing his hold on Sweetie’s sweet spot, his heart jumping slightly when he saw that her tail remained where it was. His hands shot out, and grabbed Sweetie’s plump rear end, each of his large hands easily enough to cup a cheek in the palm. He gave them a squeeze, which elicited a sharp “Ooh!” from Sweetie. Pushing his right hand up, Hondo parted his youngest daughter’s buttcheeks, exposing her small white anus and her soft alabaster-come-pink slit just beneath. Without realizing it, his jaw dropped open, and a small amount of drool joined the rivulets of water rushing down his face.

“Well, am I? I better be, I always take extra care to be as clean as I can down there.”

Hondo said nothing, merely pulling Sweetie’s cheeks a bit further apart, watching her
small pucker go from its regular circular shape into a more oblong oval. The center opened slightly, the ring of flesh around it contracting. Even if it wasn’t exactly his pure intention, Hondo could attest to the fact that it was clean—very much so. Her anus was just as white as anywhere on Sweetie’s coat.

“Well?” Sweetie asked again. Hondo blinked, and closed his mouth, hands trembling slightly, but still unable to pull away. “Don’t leave me hanging all day, dad!”

“Yes, yes,” Hondo muttered. “You did an excellent job.” Sweetie smiled, and ran her fingers through her mane.

Hondo’s hands slid down Sweetie Belle’s plump buns, pushing inward between the divide. His thumbs, itching for contact, settled on either side of Sweetie’s slit, pushing down on her plump vulva. They parted gently, just as her asscheeks had done moments early, and this sent Sweetie’s spine straight. Her tail went up slightly, and then came down with a hard, sharp, wet slomp! against Hondo’s head.

“Gruh!” Hondo grunted, his hands contracting on Sweetie’s cheeks, squeezing them with such great force that they spilled out in the spaces between his fingers, which let loose yet another moan from Sweetie. “Darlin’, be careful with that thing!”

“I can’t help it,” Sweetie moaned, her tail bobbing up and down. “Whatever you’re doing down there i-is making my tail go crazy! And it feels kinda funny...”

“Well, this is important,” Hondo said, eyeing Sweetie’s tail warily for a moment before eagerly focusing on her pussy once more. “We have to make sure you’re completely clean in both places, of course.”

“I-I usually don’t spend a lot of time down there,” Sweetie said, uncertainly. “You know, on my vagina.” Hondo cringed, and Sweetie rolled her eyes. “Daddy, if I can say ‘penis’ without an issue, why do you think I wouldn’t be able to say ‘vagina’?”

How can somepony who knows all the words and say them so confidently still be so naive? Hondo closed his eyes, and took a deep breathe. “Sorry, pumpkin, just not used to it, and all. Why do you try and keep cleaning down here so brief?”

“It f-feels really weird,” Sweetie admitted. “Like how it feels with your fingers on it right now, sorta, but even more intense inside. It makes me feel all warm and light headed and fuzzy in a really good but really awkward kinda way...”

Hondo’s mind drifted to thoughts of Sweetie, two fingers buried deep inside her snatch, rubbing her inner walls gently as she attempted to wash out herself from the inside, but failing miserably and devolving into a heated masturbation session. A bead of precum slowly built at the tip of Hondo’s pulsating dick before he moved slightly, allowing it to be washed clean away.

“That’s quite alright, sweetheart,” Hondo said quickly after banishing the thoughts from his mind, although they were beginning to creep back up again. “I’m just gonna do a quick check, inside and out.”

And with that, he pulled Sweetie’s pussy wide open with his thumbs, spreading her ass and cunt alike. Sweetie let out a low moan, her clit popping out from under its little flesh hood, trembling now that it was exposed to the heated air and moisture of the shower. He could also see her urethra just above it from his position. Yet neither piece of her anatomy truly enticed him like the much larger opening to her vagina; It was barely spread, the tender walls on either side pressed together due to the way Hondo was pushing down with his thumbs, but there was enough for him to take a glance further than anypony else had ever taken into Sweetie Belle. Thin trails of moisture glistened inside and out, between her inner and outer labia and even deeper, although Hondo honestly couldn’t tell if it was from arousal or from the water in the shower, just like so much of everything from the time spent in here.

"So—mnngh—how's it looking down there?" Sweetie asked, her hiked tail flicking back and forth slightly, snapping Hondo from his transfiction as beads of water and swaths of damp tail hair assaulted his face.

"I'd say it's all pretty good down here," Hondo said, eyeing it up once more. "Especially good for how you said your cleaning habits were. I'd try and endure the, uh..."

"Funny feeling," Sweetie answered for him.

"Yes, that, I'd try to endure the 'funny feeling'." Hondo stood up quickly, and he nearly toppled over, most of the blood in his body occupying his friend downstairs. The lightheadedness didn't go away for a few moments, so he propped himself up against the shower wall, leaning forward slightly and closing his eyes.

"Jeez, Daddy, watch where you're swinging that thing!" Sweetie Belle said with a giggle, and Hondo opened his eyes to see the head of his cock mashed up in the small of Sweetie's back. He took a step back, blushing so heavily that if the water weren't already hot enough to do so, it would have turned it to steam.

"I-I'm sorry, pumpkin... stallions don't have the best control over... ah..."

Sweetie shrugged, her tail flopping down and smacking her legs with a wet fwump. "Hey, I don't mind it. You're the one who said 'no touching', not me."

"Yes, and I think it's best if we keep it that way," Hondo muttered, grabbing his dick in one hand and bending over, clutching the conditioner bottle in the other. "Here, Sweetie, once you've gotten all the shampoo out..."

The rest of the shower progressed somewhat uneventfully; manes were properly de-shampooed and conditioned, and father and daughter were soon out of the shower, drying down with their respective towels. Sweetie was standing, drying down her mane, while Hondo opted to sit down on the toilet, rubbing his chest dry. His cock remained unchanged from its state in the shower, standing almost vertical from the teasing it had endured.

"It's still hard," Sweetie remarked.

"Well, of course," Hondo said, trying and failing to keep his eyes away from Sweetie's chest. "I-It's gotten more attention in the past 20 minutes than it has in the past twenty days."

Sweetie pushed the towel over her mane, arms stretched up, breasts jiggling slightly. “You plan on making it go down?”

“That’d be hardly appropriate to do in front of you.” Hondo’s gaze was locked squarely on Sweetie’s chest, her nipples essentially making eye contact with him.

“I don’t mind,” Sweetie said. “Honest!”

Hondo cleared his throat and finally managed to wrench his eyes away. “Well, you may not...”

Sweetie dropped her towel on the floor, and slowly walked over to her father. “You really don’t have to act so weird about it. I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable, but I mean...”

Hondo closed his eyes, and pressed his hand to his face, rubbing either side of his brow with his thumb and middle finger. He dragged his hand slowly down his face, and when his palm finally crossed the threshold of his mustache, he heaved a great sigh. Patting his leg with one hand, he beckoned Sweetie Belle closer with his other.

“Come on, sit down...”

Sweetie Belle obliged, an expression of great intrigue painting her features. “Is anything wrong?”

“A lot of things are wrong...” Hondo said. “But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try and make the best of it, right?”

Hondo brushed a bit of Sweetie’s slightly damp mane out of her face, and she giggled softly. “Now, if you’re really so interested in... bodies like you are, I can’t say I blame you. I was a teenager once too, and I was even more in a bad way since stallions are wired a bit differently in terms of this kind of thing. But I figure it’ll be best to make sure you’re properly educated on this kind of thing, since you are technically an adult mare now, and I can’t really tell you what to do anymore. I’d prefer to have your mother do this, but as we both know...” Hondo paused, as if chewing his words. “That isn’t possible.”

Sweetie Belle nodded, shifting slightly on Hondo’s leg. Hondo pursed his lips, and then continued. “So then, darlin’, where would you like to start?”

Sweetie shrugged. “I dunno. Wherever you wanna start, I guess.”

Hondo looked down at his crotch, his cock staring back at him, and turned his eyes back on Sweetie Belle. “Well, since it’s been such a big focus, why don’t we focus on masturbation.”

“Alright...”

“You know what it is, I hope.”

“Of course!” Sweetie said, indignation cutting her words. Her muzzle scrunched, and she blushed slightly. “Kinda... I know a lot about anatomy because Twilight loves going on about random subjects between magic lessons, but she never really touched on anything that ponies actually do with ‘em.”

“Well, whenever somepony’s feeling really pent up—that is, they’ve got a need to rut but they can’t actually do it, they’ll generally use their hand to get the job done. Stallions rub their cocks, and that’s pretty straightforward. Mares, now...” He gestured towards Sweetie’s nethers. “They’re a bit more complicated. I’m sure you know that after living with it for your whole life... but mares can get pleasure from gently rubbing around the outside to... using their fingers inside. You said you tried to clean quickly in the shower because it made you feel weird and fuzzy; that’s because you’re so sensitive down there.”

“Oh, so that’s what it is!” Sweetie said with a giggle. “I do that all the time in bed. I thought only colts could masturbate, though.”

“No, fillies and mares can do it as well,” Hondo reassured her.

“Yeah, I really only just sort of... you know, rub right above,” Sweetie said, spreading her legs out, Hondo’s knee sliding slightly into the warm fold between her buttcheeks. Hondo’s eyes went wide, and his mustache drooped as his lips dragged them down in sheer shock as he watched his daughter place her middle and pointer finger in an inverted peace symbol on her crotch, gently mashing her palm against the tiny tuft of pubes by default as she stroked her upper pussy lips. Her clit re-emerged, pink and hot as the hood was pulled up by Sweetie’s ministrations.

“So what comes out when colts masturbate?” Sweetie asked innocently, looking up at her father straight in the eyes. “Scootaloo said it’s white and sticky. She also said it’s what they make glue outta, but I think she was lying.”

Hondo chuckled slightly, his blush eternal as his eyes flickered back and forth from Sweetie’s pussy and her emerald eyes. “Well, it’s not glue, exactly, but it feels a lot like it. Just... warm. When a colt or stallion masturbates, they shoot out what’s called ‘cum’. Mares and fillies cum as well... but it’s clear, and doesn’t do what stallion cum does.”

“What’s stallion cum do?” Sweetie pushed down a bit on her vulva, and moaned softly as a small dribbled of lubrication made its way down her thigh. Hondo’s cock shot a small jet of precum straight up out of the tip, slipping down the sides and eventually nestling between his balls and thigh.

“Well, mares get pregnant from it,” he said, trying his hardest to keep his voice from audibly shaking. “Sperm’s inside of stallion cum.”

“Oh, I kinda remember that from Miss Cheerilee's health class last year,” Sweetie said, offhanded. “I... kinda didn’t pay too much attention in that class, exactly.”

“Clearly,” Hondo said with a chuckle, brushing the side of Sweetie’s arm with his hand. Sweetie smiled, gasping softly as one of her fingers slipped over her outer lip and gently sunk into her slit.

“Hey, I got an idea!” Sweetie said jubilantly. Hondo raised an eyebrow. “Since you haven’t cum for a while, I could help you out while I finger myself!” She made a pumping motion with her free hand.

Hondo blanched. “N-Now, hold up. That’s only something I did with your mother... I’m happy to share as much information as you want with you, but doing that—that’s something else entirely, Sweetie.”

“Hey, come on,” Sweetie said, her hand closing around the upper portion of Hondo’s cock. Hondo stiffened, but made no effort to stop her. “Twilight herself even said that hands on experience is better than anything you could ever be told. I don’t wanna scare away Rumble when I finally get him because I’m bad at keeping him happy!”

“There’s more to a relationship then—ah—sex,” Hondo said, his chest beginning to heave more heavily as Sweetie Belle gently moved her hand up and down his length. Her palm was soft—and it was uncannily similar to Cookie’s own grasp when she had been Sweetie’s age.

“Yeah, but a lot of it’s got to do with sex,” Sweetie said, squeezing Hondo’s cock gently. “Ooh... it feels really weird, daddy. Like, thick, but not tough.”

Hondo merely moaned in response, his cock throbbing against Sweetie’s hand in retaliation. The young mare giggled, and slowly began to move her hand up and down his length, giving it a gentle squeeze every now and then as she explored her father’s member fully.

“See, you like it!” Sweetie chirped happily, her fingers lightly dancing up towards the top of Hondo’s turgid cock. “You don’t need to act so weirded out any more!”

Hondo inhaled deeply, and then exhaled, nodding to Sweetie slightly. “J-Just... do what you’re comfortable with, alright, honey?”

Sweetie nodded, grinning slightly. “I’ll try and make sure I don’t do something too out there, heh...” and with that, she pressed two fingers against the flat head of her father’s dick, her other hand continueing to dig into her wet nethers. Hondo’s eyes were once again locked on Sweetie’s masturbation, white fingers parting white skin to reveal a softer, pinker flesh hidden inside.

Sweetie’s index and middle fingers, satisfied with their exploration of Hondo’s cockhead, found themselves perched at his urethra. Her grin grew, and before Hondo could even say a word, she gently worked the slight slit at the top of his dick.

“Ah...” Hondo gasped, his brow furrowing. “Sw-Sweetie, what are you doin’?”

“Just something I’m comfortable with,” she said, grin wider than ever. An awkward pause followed, and in that time, her grin decayed into something of a nervous smile. “A-Are you comfortable with it?”

Hondo nodded. “Mmnh-hm... it’s just not something I’m particularly used to, pumpkin, that’s all...”

“But I can keep doing it, right?”

Hondo chuckled. “Of course.”

Sweetie’s smile stabilized, and she continued to play with her father’s urethra. As she used one finger to dab in and out, drawing a small circle in the sensitive inner flesh just at the rim as she did so, her three other fingers stroked the upper length of Hondo’s cock, her thumb kneading the flesh just on the edge of his cockhead.

Precum oozed freely as Sweetie’s finger continued, wetting her fingertip and slipping down the sides of Hondo’s length. Sweetie’s other hand was busy as ever, pushing and gently tugging away at her inner walls. Hondo watched, transfixed, as his daughter pulled her fingers from inside her and pushed the knuckle of her pointer finger against the tiny nub of her clitoris. She exhaled on a soft moan, and with another push against her sweet spot, a tiny squeak escaped her lips.

Hondo bit his lip, trying his best not to salivate and failed miserably. His hands, gripping the cold porcelain sides of the toilet, slowly uncurled and fell limp beside him. He watched with great focus as Sweetie’s face changed between movements of her hands on both his cock and her pussy.

“Wow, it’s almost as hard as a real bone,” Sweetie said in astonishment as she squeezed the sides of her father’s rigid erection, her finger coming up from her pussy, her parted lips closing slightly, yet not fully. Hondo chuckled softly, his head light from both the blood rush to his crotch and the intoxicating, slightly heady smell of Sweetie’s nether, exuded from her exploration. He lifted his arm up, and his hand brushed against his daughter’s cheek.

“Hm?” Sweetie turned her head slightly, and Hondo’s hand turned under her chin, and his lips met hers as he both craned his neck in and brought Sweetie’s head closer to him. Sweetie let out a small squeak of surprise as his lips closed around her upper lip, letting its partner below rest against his bottom one. She gently yielded after a moment, her mouth opening slightly as her father’s hand brushed down her chest, groping her breast for a brief moment. She made a small squeak as her father’s large, strong hand retracted from her sensitive bosom, and slowly trailed downward, resting on her leg.

“W-Wow, Dad...” Sweetie moaned breathily once the kiss was finally broken, Hondo’s hand moving gently up and down her thigh.

Hondo smiled down at her, his breathing still heavy as she continued to stroke him, although it was less intense than it had been before. “What’d you think of your old colt’s technique?” he said softly, hardly believing the words coming from his mouth.

“Your mustache tickles,” Sweetie decided after a moment of thought, sticking her tongue out slightly. She blushed and let out a small eep! as Hondo leaned his head and pressed his own tongue against hers. She withdrew slightly, her face burning up as her grip grew tight on his length. “D-Daddy! What was that?”

“Something from my own experience when I was your age,” Hondo said, his face a shade of crimson that rivaled Sweetie’s. His legs trembled and his abs clenched as an odd mix of discomfort and pleasure rushed through him in response to Sweetie’s tightened grasp on his cock. “I suppose you all don’t do it like that anymore?”

“W-Well, I wouldn’t exactly know,” Sweetie said shyly, her hand growing slack, palm brushing against the tip of Hondo’s cockhead, eliciting a deep groan from the stallion. “You know I’m not the most experienced...”

“Right, of course,” Hondo said. His hand pushed its way down into the inside of her thigh, nestling up against her warm nethers. “But after this, I suppose you can say you’ve got quite the edge on your friends, hm?”

“Maybe...” Sweetie bit her lip, and a fresh dollop of pre soaked her palm. “Apple Bloom’s been upfront about her lack of luck in love, but Scoots has got a really big number of things to say about sex. But I’m starting to think that she might be making most of it up.”

Hondo grinned. “What tipped you off?”

“I think it’s got to be the semen glue,” Sweetie said with a small snicker. Hondo chuckled in tandem, and his pointer finger poked its way inside of Sweetie’s outermost labia, where it was joined by Sweetie’s own pointer a moment later.

“I-I think you need to prove her wrong, though, by giving me some of the stuff to look at.” Sweetie’s voice was barely above a whisper, and Hondo sent a silent thank you to Princess Celestia herself that he didn’t burst right then and there.

“A-Anythin’ for you, pumpkin,” he murmured back, his finger pushed down against the bottom of her vagina, rubbing against the soft flesh. Sweetie flung her head backwards, moaning deeply as her legs slowly spread even further apart, her mane flopping away from her face. Hondo, not one to waste an opportunity, brought his mouth to her neck and began to nibble gently, teeth nipping against her soft skin.

“A-Ah... I f-feel so weird...” Sweetie murmured between gasps of pleasure. Her hand stroked and yanked on her father’s cock, the turgid member throbbing and straining against her as she did so.

“You’re almost there, Sweetie,” Hondo said softly, breaking for a moment from nibbling on her neck to say this before connecting their lips once more. He kissed her with unrestrained passion, biting her lip and dragging it outward slightly. This elicited a deep, guttural moan from Sweetie, whose eyes crossed as Hondo’s finger dug deeper into her soft folds. Her pumping on his penis only grew faster, and his head flared just as he let go of Sweetie’s lip, and her resolve dissolved.

“Guh,” Sweetie grunted as her urethra parted slightly, a thin splash of femmecum that signified her achieval of orgasm splattering against Hondo’s knuckles. Hondo himself could not hold out any longer, and a small jet of precum soaked Sweetie’s hand before his own magnificent climax was brought forth.

“Holy shit!” Sweetie moaned as she watched the thick arc of cum shoot out from her father’s flared tip, her back arching and she yanked her finger from her pussy, that hand grasping and rolling her breast as she desperately milked her orgasm for all it was worth. “Look at all that sperm!”

It was indeed something to be admired; Hondo’s long hiatus from any sort of sexual pleasure showed, as his heavy testes emptied their load at last. His cock shuddered slightly in Sweetie’s grasp as the orgasm rocked him, his eyelids fluttering as Hondo fought to keep his eyes from rolling back in his head. The first arc, which contained very hot, thick, jelly-like cum, splattered against the bathroom tiles, the last bit of which landed onto Sweetie’s hand where it joined his precum.

It didn’t stop there; another orgasm slammed Hondo, and a thinner, much more watery jet of cum shot upward, as Sweetie’s arm had bent and his cock repositioned. This delivery of semen landed right back down on his tip, the first part of the shot (and therefore the final part to fall) joining the mess on Sweetie’s hand.

“Huh, these coulda been my brothers or sisters,” Sweetie mused as she looked at the strands of cum connecting her fingers, her chest rising and falling rapidly as if she had just run twelve miles in the hot sun. Hondo chuckled nervously.

“Well, not exactly...” he said, looking over the mess on her hand. “Not all sperm make it, you know. Making a foal isn’t the easiest of things, even if it seems pretty straightforward.”

Sweetie rolled her eyes, giggling, and took her hand from her breast , running her fingers along her father’s bottom lip. “That’s why I said ‘coulda’, silly.”

“Mmm,” Hondo hummed as Sweetie pushed her fingers past his teeth and ran her pussy-soaked digits along his tongue. “Tha’ yer first full orathm?”

Sweetie snorted, and pulled her fingers from his mouth. Hondo licked his lips and slowly retracted his finger from within her, holding up his glimmering hand to eye level as if appraising the quality of her orgasm through the femmecum.

“Y-Yeah,” Sweetie said, blushing fiercely. “I guess it was, actually. I never got that far before.”

“And did you like it?”

Sweetie kissed her father on the lips, her muzzle wrinkling slightly as his mustache tickled her. “Did I? I felt so good! I wanna feel like that all the time!”

Hondo smiled and kissed her in return, before breaking them apart and placing his knuckle in his mouth, his tongue eagerly lapping at Sweetie’s sweet juices. “Mmmnh... you taste remarkably similar to your mother.”

Sweetie grew quiet. “Oh? H-How did she taste?”

“Heady, and a bit sharp,” he said. “Almost like mead, although I hope you haven’t drunk any yet.” Sweetie shook her head, although Hondo couldn’t care less in that instant. “Remarkably sweet, like honey, but a bit fishy as well.”

“Kinda weird for you to talk fondly of her.”

Hondo shrugged, and ran his hand through her mane. “I miss a lot about her, pumpkin. I only hope she breaks that damn fool of a pegasus’ heart as well, because he took one of the best things from me. Definitely the best tasting mare on this side of Equestria,” he said with a sad laugh, before kissing Sweetie on the cheek. “Except you, of course.”

“She did it herself too,” Sweetie added. They sat in a bit of an awkward silence before Sweetie’s large, green eyes settled on the floor, and with that, she changed subjects. “Woah, we really made a mess.”

“Oh yeah,” Hondo said, craning his neck to the side as he looked at the large cumstain on the tiles. It stretched nearly six inches, a personal best for him; it was mostly a solid pearly white, but there were healthy amounts of clear fluid which spirals of sperm polluted as well. Sweetie hopped off his lap, and he leaned back against the toilet, heaving a contented sigh.

Sweetie Belle grabbed a hand towel from nearby and sank to all fours, examining the cum streak for a moment before pushing the towel against the amount closest to her, doing her best to mop it up without smearing it too heavily. Her tail, curled around her leg, exposed her slit directly to her father, her poised pucker directly above this. In less than an instant, Hondo’s drooping cock was hard again, and his hand was placed around it, slowly stroking.

“You know,” Sweetie Belle said as her rump shook side to side with each wipe of the towel across the floor. “I wonder how mom used to clean up your messes.”

“She had her...ahn...” Hondo closed his mouth, inhaling deeply as he grasped the fading pleasure of his previous orgasm before it could fully slither away from him. “H-Her own special ways...” He slapped his hand on her left flank, which jiggled slightly, sending a faint ripple along her side. Sweetie grew rigid for a moment as her tail uncurled from her leg and hiked up, allowing her father better access to the goods between her cheeks. His thumb hooked itself perfectly between her anus and the top of her pussy, and as he pushed her hand forward, it spread both of them perfectly. Hondo’s eyes went wide and his jaw went slack as he looked down at his daughter’s tunnels, the lower one a light pink, the upper a dark, almost magenta, color. His stroking intensified as he felt the familiar feeling rise in his gut, his balls clenching tight to his body.

“Nnngh...” A single spurt, much more watery than a typical shot of cum due to it being mixed with a copious amount of precum, half-lept and half-dribbled its way from Hondo’s cock. It splattered around Sweetie’s gaped anus, just below her dock and on either side of her rim. With a grunt, his next strand shot out, this time much thicker, although nowhere near the jelly-like consistency that his previous orgasm’s delivery had held. This stuck in the side of her tail, but the end of it managed to break free and splatter gently against the small of her back.

Hondo clenched his jaw, feeling his ass tense as his legs flexed. He had experienced these kind of orgasms, but not many times and not in the longest while. These were intense ones that happened quick enough to catch the very end of the orgasm previously. They were hard to get right, and mostly happened by accident, usually when one jumped the gun in an incredibly passionate moment. The orgasm would be long, and intense.

Slapping his cock down between her cheeks, Hondo let out a feral growl as he felt the sensation of his next ejaculation rip through his gut. His cockhead rested comfortably on Sweetie’s anus, which had closed up again as he had since relinquished his spreading grip. It didn’t close fully, though; part of the warm ring had been caught on the underside of his cock, leaving them open just enough for him to feel the pleasant warmth of his daughter’s inside press against him. A gluey stream shot out, splattering on her ass in more or less of a straight line, dropping slightly as it rolled down the crest of her asscheek. Sweetie giggled softly as Hondo’s hips bucked, a glob of semen working its way down his shaft, dripping down onto the tile as it made its way about halfway down his length.

“Sorry, pumpkin, I just couldn’t help myself,” he grunted, mustache quivering as he felt his next spurt of sperm rushing from inside him. His grip still secure on his cock, he moved it down slightly, Sweetie’s cum-pasted ass glistening in the bathroom lights. Just before he released the next part of his load, he pressed his cockhead between her pussy lips, spreading them slightly as the very tip of his cock was greeted by the warm, wet folds of his daughter. When his ejaculate escaped this time, they were met with Sweetie’s inner labia, which her father had pressed the opening to his urethra snugly against. The pressure built for a moment before the slightly softening of Hondo’s cock allowed it to yield, and a little arc of semen pushed itself out of Sweetie Belle’s slit, hugging the bottom of Hondo’s cockhead and the very top of his shaft as it spilled out.

Hondo pushed his semi-hard length up, straightening his back, and closed his eyes, sighing contently as the penultimate section of his orgasm slammed into him. The previous one, which had been cut by the slightest edge of pain, had left him almost winded. This one was almost light a a great pressure has been lifted off of him, almost like a refreshing piss. Indeed, his cum flooded out from him like a torrent of piss, the very watery but still decidedly pearly fluid escaping from his cock in a small waterfall pooling on the top of Sweetie’s ass. It soon mixed with the thicker cum, and a nice rivulet of semen was sliding down into the small of Sweetie’s back, dripping down her sides.

“Jeez, daddy,” Sweetie said, looking back at her father as he twitched and tensed. Hondo’s snout scrunched, and his shoulders slowly pushing backwards as he finally began to relax. “I didn’t even know you could keep this much in your body!”

“Your old stallion’s full of surprises, huh?” Hondo said, almost cut short as he stood up with a groan. His cock arced slightly, pointing downward but still held up by a suitable framework of blood-engorged tissue. The stream had stopped for the moment, and as he stood up, he repositioned himself so that when his final orgasmic wave washed over him, the cum drooled out directly onto Sweetie’s anus, where it ran like Equestrias’s sludigest waterfall down over her pussy. Two tributaries of the river ran along either of her plump lips, but a third one ran right down the middle, slipping down into the divide and coating the clit ever-so-slightly.

“That was something,” Sweetie said as Hondo plopped back onto the toilet, his balls slapping dully against the porcelain. “But I bet that’s nothing compared to the real deal, huh?”

“Wha?” Hondo said, his eyes glazed over and unfocused.

Sweetie blushed, sitting up, cum smearing against the tiles as she sat her semen-slathered plot against it. “I-I mean, we’ve already done so much... I just kind of wanted to... go all the way, I g-guess...”

“Sweetie, that’s something else entirely...” Hondo said, clarity slowly returning to him. “That’s something we can’t necessarily come back from...”

“We’ve already went through every sort of social barrier that’s been put up about daddy-daughter relationships,” Sweetie said with a roll of her eyes. “If we’re gonna steamroll through this, we might as well give it our all, right?” She looked up at Hondo hopefully, smiling softly.

Hondo sighed, and ruffled her mane, gently trailing his fingers up her horn. “Ah, you know I could never say no to that look, pumpkin.”

“Eee! Thank you, Daddy!” Sweetie squealed, clapping her hands together once. She closed her eyes, and then opened them again, eyeing Hondo’s limp, splattered member coyly. “And to show my thanks...”

“Sweetie, what are you—” Hondo began, but he was halted mid-sentence as Sweetie began to stroke his cock back to hardness, licking her lips as she watched it slowly harden and engorge with each pump of his heart, semen leaking fresh from the tip.

Sweetie moaned softly as she took the head of her father’s cock in her mouth, the mixed product of both his first and most recent cumshots spreading across her tongue. She licked along the rim of his flare, which was slowly deflating, and pressed her tongue down the back of his cock, making sure to get every little dribble and drip of semen. She pulled off, and opened her mouth, strands of cum connecting her tongue to her cheek and teeth. She closed her mouth again, scrunched her muzzle, and swallowed. Smiling, she looked up at her father and said, “There you go, clean.”

“You’re still a mess, though,” Hondo said softly, cupping her cheek in one hand and gesturing down towards her backside with a nod of his head.

Sweetie snorted, smacking his side playfully. “Yeah, all thanks to you!”

“I still think you should clean up,” Hondo said, standing up once more. “Seriously. I’ll be waiting for you in your bedroom, don’t you worry; I ain’t running out on you just yet.”

“Just yet?” Sweetie cocked an eyebrow.

“Well, Rarity will come yellin’ for me sometime, and if that happens, I gotta get movin’,” Hondo said, petting his daughter’s mane. “But let’s hope we get lucky, huh?”

Sweetie stood up, pouting slightly, but Hondo could see the sparkle in her eye that he knew well from his ex-wife. He sighed at the shower curtain was pulled, and the rushing of water greeted his ears not a moment after. He stood up, and walked back into Sweetie’s room, sitting down on the bed.

“That girl is something else,” he muttered to himself, his cock leaning limply against the bed. It was slightly hard from Sweetie’s oral teasing, but it ached as well; he was more than happy about what was going on, but a stallion could only do so much... still, this little break would be more than enough to allow him to take her on fully, as he had promised.

He waited the good part of fifteen minutes, laying down in her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Hondo tried processing what was happening right now, but it was all too much of a blur for him—a strange blur of pleasure, sadness, longing, and taboo allure, a perfect mix of the strange and enticing that threatened to overwhelm him.

The shower stopped, and after a brief few moment, Sweetie emerged from the bathroom. Her mane was frizzy, but mostly dried—she hadn’t bothered to brush it. Her towel was wrapped around her body, concealing her from view. Hondo sat up, leaning on his elbows, and looked her over. Sweetie smiled, and dropped her towel, leaning over with her hands on the bed. Her arms pressed her breasts together as she crawled forward, licking her lips.

“Eager to start,” Hondo noted as his daughter crawled over his legs. Sweetie giggled softly, and placed one of her hands on his thigh.

“And a bit nervous, too,” she confessed, her hand shaking slightly against him. “Th-This is the first time, after all.”

“I’ll treat you right,” Hondo promised her, lifting his right hand to caress her shoulder. Sweetie smiled, and slowly sunk so that she was laying across her father’s legs, breasts level with his slowly hardening cock.

“You aren’t tired?” she asked, eyeing his growing length. “I mean, you did just cum like, twice in a row... Scootaloo’s told me that usually, if you’re lucky, a stallion can go twice so quickly, so I dunno about three times...”

Hondo chuckled. “That way be the case for ordinary colts, my dear, but my endurance is something stallions kill for.” He tilted her chin up, but Sweetie kept her eyes locked on his member, which was now fully hard again. It throbbed slightly, in time with Hondo’s pulse. “See? Look at him. He’s already ready for round three.” He kissed her cheek, his tongue pressing against it for a moment, and Sweetie Belle blushed hotly. “And what a round it’ll be, my darlin’ little girl...”

Sweetie turned her head, catching her father in a full kiss, her tongue pressing earnestly against his. She broke it quickly, though; she was not keen on wasting any more time than she had to. Putting her hands on either side of Hondo, she crawled up so that her breasts were hanging right over his head. Hondo licked his lips, and grabbed one with vigor.

“Hey—” Sweetie began to protest, before her voice faded away into a moan. Hondo had latched on to her nipple with his mouth, suckling with fervor. “O-Oh...”

Hondo smiled for a moment, before popping off, sighing in content. “You like that, pumpkin?”

Sweetie nodded, biting her bottom lip and nodding, her left hand pressed hard into her crotch, fingers moving up and down slightly. Hondo smirked. “Figured you might. Your mother loved it, and you are so remarkably like your mother...”

“Not too much, I hope,” Sweetie said, shooting her father a glance which held just the slightest bit of annoyance in it. Hondo chuckled softly.

“I’m not worried too much about you inheritin’ that; we raised you right, and you know it...”

Sweetie said nothing more, and instead rose her hips, sliding forward. Hondo’s cock slipped between her legs, and the head brushed up against her slit. It parted it gently as she responded to its touch, pushing her hips back ever so slightly. Sweetie’s labia gently pressed up against the sides, and with a grunt, Hondo flexed his abs, causing the cock to bob away slightly.

“Wha—” Sweetie opened her mouth in protest of the pleasant, warm sensation of his cock probing her gently being robbed from her so quick, but Hondo’s cock easily swung back into place, shoving itself into her pussy with a loud slap.

Sweetie lifted herself slightly, and dropped her hips, pushing down against Hondo’s cock. Her tail slipped downward, the tips of its white-and-purple hairs tickling her father’s scrotum. He clenched his teeth, muzzle scrunching, as his testes retreated away for the flighty sensation. “C-Careful with that tail, honey...” he said softly, his cock throbbing with gusto. “Don’t want me blowing my load right away, do ya?”

“‘suppose not...” Sweetie said, humming softly as she continued her small, calculated bounces on Hondo’s dick. His hands were locked on her arms, and with each press downward, he let out the slightest of moans.

“Damn, pumpkin,” he grunted, moving one hand from her arm to slap her rump, squeezing the sizable amount of backside in his strong grip. “Where’d you learn to tease like this?”

“W-Well, I’m not exactly doing it to tease.” Sweetie’s blush darkened as she said this. “That thing is huge... I’m kinda just trying to ease into it, is all.”

Hondo chuckled, kneading Sweetie’s flank gently. “Nothin’ wrong with that, nothin’ at all... go at your own pace, I ain’t gonna force you into anything that’s gonna be uncomfortable for you.”

Sweetie smiled, and leaned down, kissing his lips gently. “Thanks, Daddy...”

“Lift yourself up a little, though,” Hondo said, nodding up at the headboard. “And get a good grip up there.”

“What for?” Sweetie asked, but straightened her back and gripped the headboard steadily nonetheless. Hondo chose not to answer her, but instead leaned up, pressing his tongue flat against her breast, lapping gently at the nipple before bringing it between his lips and suckling gently.

“Unnngh...” Sweetie’s eyes crossed, and her legs wobbled. Unable to hold herself upright any longer, she fell backwards, her hand releasing from her headboard as she sank downward. Her eyes rolled back slightly, eyelids fluttering as the cock slipped into her, pushing her more open then she had ever been.

“Oh, that’s wonderful,” Hondo grunted, pushing his hips up a little, his cock sinking in almost another full inch. Sweetie’s eyes widened, then glazed over, eyelids falling as her jaw went slack. Hondo’s hand, still firmly gripped on her rump, released and gave her a light slap. Sweetie’s eyes refocused, and she looked down at her father, her chest pushing against his as she breathed.

“How’s it feel so far?” Hondo asked, brushing a bit of her mane from her eyes. Sweetie pursed her lips, rolling her hips back against her father’s.

“It’s a lot all at once,” Sweetie finally said, her voice trembling slightly. “But not as much as I thought it would be.”

“You think you can handle a thrust or two?”

Sweetie nodded, breaking into a slightly nervous smile. “I think I might be able to...”

Hondo wasted no time, and hooked both of his hands on Sweetie’s hips, right where they met her thighs. He lifted, groaning softly, and let her fall back down. Sweetie let out a tiny mewl, and she clenched down on his cock. He felt her body shudder against his, and her hands came down on his shoulders, squeezing tightly. With every thrust upward, every lift, Sweetie’s fingers dug harder into him.

Finally, after a minute or so of this, Hondo pushing Sweetie up as far as she could go without actually lifting off his cock. Sweetie gasped in surprise, her hands lifting off her father’s shoulders, balling into fists and then just as quickly flattening out, extending her fingers as far as they would go. The fact that the filling, indescribably feeling inside her had stopped—replaced only by the teasing sensation of Hondo’s cocktip just barely poking itself in—was gnawing away at her. It was sending small waves of pleasure through her, but they were nothing but ripples.

And just like that, Hondo let go of her hips, and Sweetie sunk down almost two-thirds of the way down his length with a lewd plorp. She closed her eyes, biting her lip as she drooled a little. Opening her mouth, no sound but a heavy exhale escaped. One bead, then two, of Sweetie’s natural lubrication slipping down her father’s shaft, and she lifted her hands to her breasts, kneading them in earnest as she did her best to milk the incredible feeling.

“M-More,” she gasped as she pushed her legs tightly around her father’s sides. “Please, I need more...”

“Well, there is somethin’ I used to do with your mom,” Hondo said, licking his lips and pushing his hips up slightly, thrusting quickly but barely moving at all either way, effectively vibrating inside her.

Sweetie moaned, locking one of her nipples between her pointer and middle fingers, clamping down and twisting it as if she were fine tuning a radio. “Show it to m-me...”

Hondo pushed Sweetie down gently, sitting up in time. Lowering her onto her back, he now towered over her, his cock still buried firmly within her.

“It’s a bit intense, pumpkin,” Hondo said softly, one hand moving up to her shoulder and rubbing it gently as he continued to press inside her. Sweetie squirmed beneath him, her hips rising slightly against his downward motion.

“I-I can handle it,” Sweetie said resolutely, closing one eye and biting down hard on her bottom lip as Hondo’s thrust reached its end, his cock almost fully buried inside her. He lifted his hips, rear clenched tightly and tail hiked high as his abs flexed in order to bring his member out from within his daughter.

Hondo smiled, two beads of sweat racing each other down the side of his head, both getting lost in his mustache. “Well, then... I won’t keep my little princess from what she really wants.” Moving his hand from her shoulder back into place so he could properly brace himself, his hips swung down quickly, bringing his cock quickly back into the deepest parts of Sweetie once more.

Sweetie gasped, and her eyes and mouth both opened to their fullest extent as she felt the most unreal explosion of warmth and pleasure inside her shoot outward from her stomach and radiate throughout her body. Hondo was quick to take advantage of this, and dropped his shoulder and bent his elbows, almost as if he were doing a pushup. This allowed him to bring Sweetie into what indeed was the most intense kiss of her life so far.

This kiss that he gave her now was even more fierce than the one Hondo has delivered during their shared orgasms. He not only chewed on her bottom lip, but bit her tongue softly, his barely restrained, savage passion pushing Sweetie Belle in between the barriers of pleasure and pain. Hondo treated his daughter to the deep, impassioned kiss that he had shared with only her mother before her, and his thrusts inside her grew deeper and deeper with each brush of his teeth against her tongue and lips.

He grabbed her and pressed Sweetie against him as tightly as he could, and the two rolled over so that Sweetie was one again on top. Hando grabbed her ass, digging his fingers in as he inched in towards her anus. He felt the heat on his fingers rise, and the silky smooth coat soon gave way to fleshy feeling of her asshole. His large, strong hands grabbed her asscheek firmly, and pulled back, spreading her anus just enough for his other finger to prod inside it ever so-slightly, rubbing away. Sweetie's tail slapped firmly against his arm as he teased her, and he smiled savagely as she let out a lewd cry of absolute pleasure.

Sweetie could no longer contain herself, as she flung her head back, letting out a small squeal as she came. A little arc of femmecum squeezed out from past the compact area between her pussy lips and Hondo’s cock, and landed right on his balls. Hondo inhaled deeply, getting a full blast of the thick musk of sex hanging in the air, an aching in his cock letting him know that he had nearly jumped off the edge as well.

He grit his teeth, his finger slipping deeper inside Sweetie as his cock flared, pushing her walls out slightly as the head of his penis expanded. Sweetie’s eyes rolled back as he pushed even harder up into her, going as far as he could go. The pressure of his flared cock meeting her innermost barrier pushed Sweetie head on into another orgasm, her clit winking rapidly as she was slammed by the whitewash of orgasm.

Hondo positively exploded inside of her. A torrent of mixed watery-and-thick jets of cum splattered inside her, pushing up against her cervix and down along his cock, leaking out of her in no time. His cock throbbed and pulsed, pumping rope after slimy rope of semen into his daughter. He grabbed her roughly by the mane, and pressed her down into his muzzle, kissing her sloppily but with an unrestrained fiery passion. Sweetie clutches her her stomach as she felt the pressure get more and more powerful, until Hondo moved his hand stretching her ass out down slightly, popping his dick free, a spray of sperm splattering the sheets.

“N-Now,” Hondo pants, his cock weakly spurting out a small amount of cum into Sweetie’s leg, semen drooling and dribbling from her gaping pussy. “With Rumble, or whoever you decide to go for... you wanna make sure he wears a condom...” He pushed himself out from under her, and Sweetie collapsed on the bed next to him, panting heavily.

“Oh, I knew I forgot something from Cheerilee’s health class!” Sweetie said, smacking herself on the forehead, her horn sparking slightly. Hondo chuckled, rubbing his daughter’s sides.

“I wouldn’t worry, pumpkin; it’s only one time, after all...”

Sweetie pouted, sticking out her lower lip. “Only one time?”

Hondo chuckled, rolling over, his cock beginning to harden against her leg again. “We-ell... maybe not that one...”

Sweetie lay on her back, trembling as her father curled up beside her, gently stroking her cheek. “I-I think we oughta spend the day in bed...” she said, her voice cracking and slightly strained.

“I think I can agree with that.” Hondo nuzzled up to her, kissing Sweetie Belle on the cheek. “I love you, sweetie...”

Sweetie turned her head to meet his lips. After a gentle moment, she pulled away, and smiled.

“Love you too, Daddy.”

Sugar Solvent

Five months later

“Well,” Rarity said, picking up the dishes off the table. “I hear you finally found a new place.”

“Yup,” Hondo said, stretching his arms back and patting his stomach. One place at the table was still set, and he shot it a glance for a moment before turning away and continuing. “I figured after living off your generosity for about half a year, I’d better get back on my hooves again.”

Rarity placed the plates carefully in the sink, and rubbed her forehead. “How far away is it? Close, I hope, given the... situation... with Sweetie Belle.”

“I’m close, don’t you worry,” Hondo said. “You know that I don’t just run away from things, darlin’.”

“Well, that’s one good thing to come out of this, I suppose.” Rarity sighed, leaning against the counter. “I swear, father, this whole thing gives me such a headache...”

“I know it’s a bit much to wrap your mind around, but I think everything’s worked out rather well.” Hondo looked up at his eldest daughter. “Sweetie’s adjustin’ just fine, and she’s been nothin’ but happy. I don’t see any issue here.”

“Ignoring the obvious,” Rarity said through her teeth, her fingers curling up into fists for the briefest of moments before she took a deep breath in through her nose. “I don’t suppose you yourself feel as if this has affected her at all?”

Hondo leaned against the table, looking up at Rarity, his features sagging slightly with a somewhat lost, slightly sad look. “Sweetheart, of course I feel like it’s affected her. But in your sister’s typical way, she’s taken the bad with the good... and it ultimately didn’t upset any of her plans. She’s still taking her lessons from Twilight, and she feels all well and good here in Ponyville. I wanted her to go to Canterlot to pursue higher courses of magic... but she feels content so staying here, and what’s happened has only made it easier for her to chose her path.”

Rarity relaxed, and walked over to her father, laying a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry I’ve been so tense, father, it’s just that it’s been so much for me to wrap my mind around. Even after the initial shock a few months ago, I’ve still been harboring quite a bit of resentment towards you.” She inhaled deeply. “Fluttershy has been helping me try and let it go, but I just... I supported you through what happened with mother, and I knew the context of your actions, and obviously Sweetie Belle has been completely okay with it... but there are some things that stick with me, and society’s taboos are clearly one of them.”

Hondo patted Rarity’s side, and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into a somewhat awkward side hug. “It’s alright, my dear; I don’t blame you for acting the way you act... I let myself lose control and this coulda easily turned out much worse. Thankfully, Sweetie had some idea what she was doing...” He chuckled. “She’s sure come a long way in the past few years.”

Rarity nodded, the faintest hint of a smile on her lips. “I’ll say. I remember, I wasn’t nearly this collected at her age. I was still chasing that damned stallion around Manehattan...”

“Well, he was a looker,” Hondo said, letting Rarity go so she could stand up straight once more. “He woulda given some fine grandfoals.”

Rarity blushed, and as if on cue, Sweetie poked her head in the doorway, her entire body hidden behind the wall. “Ooh! Breakfast!”

“Well, it’s about time, sleepyhead,” Rarity said, her face still red as she turned around and returned to the stove. “I made you something that I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist, Sweetie; prench toast with hay bacon!”

“Oooh!” Sweetie clapped her hands together and entered the room; she was dressed in only her panties; her large breasts, much bigger than normal, sagged slightly down so that they were only stopped by the curvature of her bulging belly. It wasn’t huge, but it was certainly well on its way to being quite the baby bump.

Hondo stared at his daughter’s taut tummy, licking his lips. Rarity turned around from the stove, and blanched. “Sweetie, could you please put a bra on? I don’t think father can keep it in his pants if you tease him like that.”

“Sorry!” Sweetie said, giggling as she grabbed the solitary glass of orange juice sitting by her plate, downing it in three huge gulps. Wiping her mouth, she sighed happily, setting a hand on her belly. “But I’ve outgrown all my bras! They’re so uncomfortable with my new boobs, and even your bras aren’t big enough for them.”

“Your mother was the same way when she was pregnant with you,” Hondo said, leaning over the table and gently groping one of Sweetie’s buxom breasts. She blushed, a single bead of milk forming at the teat as her father squeezed on it. “You couldn’t catch her dead in a bra from the fourth month on. Made access a lot easier.”

“Yes, I’m sure some pegasus stallion somewhere is enjoying that perk of mother’s biology right now,” Rarity said snarkily, but Hondo just shrugged. Seeing that her attempts to kill the mood had been shot down as Hondo suckled on Sweetie’s nipple gently, his hand rubbing her belly, she cleared her throat loudly, carrying a plate with her younger sister’s breakfast on it. “Not at the table, please; we eat here, thank you very much.”

Hondo retreated back to his seat while Rarity piled Sweetie’s plate high with food. “So I’ve been thinking about names,” Sweetie said. “For a girl, I was thinking something like Garnet! Since only Aunt Marble has anything even close to a gem name, and since you’re so good with gems, Rarity... a little something of appreciation for being the best sister in the world!”

Rarity smiled, her expression softening considerably, her eyes shining wetly. “Oh, Sweetie, I’m touched! Th-That’s truly flattering, really...” She fanned herself a little bit. “Y-You are quite the little sister yourself... now eat up, the foal deserves all it can get.”

Sweetie nodded, and picked up her fork. But before she could give in, her expression changed from chipper to confused, and then...

She leaned over, grabbing Rarity’s apron, and vomiting directly into it. Rarity froze up, completely rigid and still, her bottom left eyelid twitching every second or so. Hondo couldn’t contain himself, and the smirk on his mustached face soon gave way to a few chuckles. Sweetie Belle, in all her queaziness, looked up at her sister, and joined her father’s laughter.

Rarity screamed internally.