The wooden stairs creaked under the weight, as Hondo set step after step upwards. His hands wrapped around a pottered mug, containing a herbal tea. The steam that rose from the hot surface smelled of chamomile, clary and marigold.
It was a late afternoon in the small suburb close to Manehatten, where the streets lay empty and occasional gusts of wind rustled the gold and brown leaves in this early autumn. Birds were rarer to be heard, since many had flocked together and prepared themselves for the long journey south, away to warmer regions of Equestria.
When Hondo reached the topmost step, he could already hear the faint sobbing through the door of Sweetie Belle’s room. Sighing, the memories of how she suddenly stood in the door frame this morning played like a slide show inside Hondo’s mind.
The day had started like every other Thursday would have. Cookie Crumbles had left early, absolutely common for her since she worked at the bakery. Hondo had gotten up, taken on his favorite Hoowian light blue shirt with the pretty orange flowers, sauntered to the mailbox, and read the newspaper over a couple of bagels drowned with a cup of coffee.
What didn’t start like every other Thursday though, was the knocking on the door, just when he had finished his breakfast. Curious as to who might be having business, he opened the front door to see his younger daughter standing in the yard. She had the purple suitcase she always brought when staying with Rarity in both hands before her, clenching the handle tightly. Her lips drew a curved line as she tried to suppress a whimper. Hondo could clearly see the tears welling up in her watery green eyes. Sorrow overtook her and Sweetie Belle rushed forward, falling into her father’s arms and pushing him inside. She sobbed and cried loudly into his shoulder, then suddenly let go, snuffled and dashed up the stairs into her room.
Hondo could only look to where she had ran off, perplexed by the situation. He decided to do the only rational thing: leave her alone for a while and start cleaning up the mess her clothes had created as the suitcase fell and snapped open.
He went back into the kitchen and set up a pot of hot water and prepared some herbs and spices for a soothing mug of tea. As the water boiled, he poured it carefully into the sieve, letting the water’s surface drown the herbs, without letting them get into the water. When the tea had steeped long enough, he took out the sieve and started for the ascend to Sweetie Belle’s room.
With every step he sat on the stair, his heart grew heavier. He wasn’t sure what had befallen Sweetie Belle, but he had a good idea of what it might be.
He knocked gently on the door and said, “Sweetie, are you alright in there?”
“No!” came the answer from within. Hondo could easily make out the break in her voice, and picturing her in there, most likely on her bed, knees drawn to her chest and sobbing into a pillow she pressed tightly to her face to muffle the sounds. It was an image he did not like one little bit.
He stood in place for a heartbeat, then continued his pursuit for entrance. “I got tea.”
“What kind?” The question came shy and timid.
“Your favorite!” Hondo called out, knowing his daughter could doubtlessly hear the smile he was wearing on his face in his voice.
With a gentle shove, he opened the door and let the cup appear first in Sweetie Belle’s sight. Hondo followed quickly after, his mustache trembling from his grin. As he was standing in the door frame, he saw that everything was exactly as he had imagined it a moment ago. Sweetie Belle had taken off most of her clothes, sitting there in her underwear and a thin tanktop.
Black stains drew lines on the fabric of the pillow from the smearing of her eyeliner. As she looked up, Hondo’s heart nearly broke in two from the all the accumulated hurt that flowed from her eyes into his. He quickly closed the distance, put the cup of tea on the small side table next to her bed and drew her into a tight embrace.
“Oh, my poor, poor Sweetie Belle,” he whispered softly into her ear. Tenderly, Hondo stroked her back with one hand, the other holding her by the shoulders to his chest.
Sweetie Belle on her side pressed her face into his shoulder, enjoying the feeling of being this close to her father.
After a while, Hondo let go, tousled her hair and reached out for the tea, which his daughter gladly accepted. She took a little sip, blew on the surface and sipped again. Sweetie belle stretched out her legs and looked thankfully at her father. “Thank you, Dad.”
Sweetie Belle took another sip from the tea. “It’s Birch. I caught him. At this party.”
Hondo remembered the young stallion. He recalled him having the same light coat as Hondo himself, albeit a stroke of blue might have been in the mixture too. He was a nice colt, polite and honest. Might be he was a bit indecisive, or downright shy, as he couldn’t keep up the eye contact at the last family dinner whenever Hondo looked at him. It was forgivable, though, since seemed to be of gentle nature.
“What party, Sweetie Belle?” Hondo asked.
“Scootaloo’s birthday,” she answered. “We were all there; us CMC, Birch, Button, the rest of the class-” she paused, “ and Diamond Tiara too.”
Oh, dear, I know that name, Hondo thought, remembering all the occasions he had had to have a conversation with Filthy Rich about the behavior of their daughters. The ongoing clashes between the Cutie Mark Crusaders and the two bullies had not, against all hope and belief, receded. Rather, it had grown worse. Since they hit puberty, all of them had shown a growing interest in the opposite sex, so cat fights were a daily occurrence.
“What did she do this time?” he asked, patting her on the back.
“Not her alone, Birch too.”
“But I thought he was such a good boy?”
“He is!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed. “But regardless he-” She couldn’t finish the sentence. The words drowned in a suppressed cry, and Sweetie Belle let go of Hondo, punching the wall with her fist, then quickly drew it back and hissed.
“Sweetie Belle! What is the matter?” Hondo took both her hands into his own and locked his gaze on her.
“I- I-” she stammered, “after the serving of the cake, I went to the bathroom, and there- and there-” Sweetie Belle broke. She looked away, inhaled deeply. “When I opened the door, I saw Birch and Diamond Tiara making out. She had his head pressed to her neck and he was fondling her under her shirt.” An angry grunt and a hiccup shook her. “When they saw me, Birch snapped back and tried to explain. And Diamond Tiara had this smug look on her ugly face. Daddy, all I wanted to do was smash her teeth in!”
She fell into his shoulder once more and tears streamed down her reddened cheeks. Hondo hugged her tightly to his brought chest, stroking the back of her head, her upper and the small of her back. It was all he could do by now.
“There, there, Sweetie Belle. It’s alright. Everything’s alright. I’m here,” he whispered.
The sobbing died down eventually and Sweetie Belle loosened up. She tried to rub the stains out of her father’s shirt, but to no avail. She snuffled. “Sorry for getting your clothes dirty, Daddy.”
Hondo’s mustache bounced up as he grinned. “Don’t mind that, your mother will just have to wash it.”
“Thank you Daddy, for all. You know, being there for me and stuff.” She wiped the last droplets from her eyes and attempted a smile.
Hondo tousled her hair another time and smiled back. “Oh, my little angel, there are lots of other colts out there who are way more loyal than him. Trust me, your mother was not the first mare I loved, I’ve been through some stories, too. I know it sounds outdated, but time will heal your wounds.”
Hondo’s smile widened. He was aware that this was one of his prime moments of being a father. He reached out a hand and stroked Sweetie Belle’s shoulder. She looked a lot more peaceful now, the tears had stopped and she was smiling, also did her cheeks seem healthily red. Though now that he looked closer, he saw the crimson spread until her forehead was shining like a tomato. Sweetie Belle chewed her lip.
“Daddy,” she began.
“Yes, my dear?”
“There is something I have to confess to you.”
Hondo’s smile faded. “What gives?”
She looked uncertain now, how she looked at the spot next to him, fumbled her hands and licked her lips. “Did you know that girls often end up dating a colt who has a lot in common with their father? Both in appearance and character?”
“I think I heard that somewhere.”
“And did you also know that Birch was quarterback?”
“I know he plays football quite well.”
“Well-” Sweetie Belle breathed raggedly. “Daddy, I was going out with Birch because he looked a lot like you. He was caring, funny, compassionate… He always tried to cheer me up when Silver Spoon or that other bitch-”
“Sweetie Belle, no foul language!”
“Sorry. The thing is, I was so hurt when he cheated on me, but I was actually planning on breaking up with him.”
Hondo’s eyebrows rose. “What? Why?”
“Because,” she said, her eyes darting upwards, finding his, “I love you, Daddy.”
Hondo gaped at her. “A-and I love you too, Sweetie Belle. You and your sister are the best daughters a stallion could wish for.” This was extremely unsettling. Hondo hoped he had misheard, or rather misinterpreted what she just said.
“No, Daddy, not this way only.” Sweetie Belle’s heart nearly jumped out of her chest. “I love you, like in I feel drawn to you, like a lover, like a woman. I want to be with you, Daddy.” Tears were welling up in her eyes again.
Hondo recoiled and leaned as far away from her as the bed allowed. This couldn’t be true, this mustn’t be true. Hondo licked his lips, frantically searching for something to say. The situation was too bizarre.
“Sweetie Belle, think this over. You are hurt right now, and your mind might be playing tricks on you. We both know this is wrong on several levels. Please, take a moment to consider, and you will understand easily why this is not going to be.”
Sweetie Belle didn’t flinch. “I have thought long, and I have thought hard about this, Daddy. I was just as shocked, believe me, but I can’t deny my true feelings any longer. I know the society doesn’t take this very kindly, but it’s the truth. I want you, Daddy, and I am serious about this.” She sighed. “Now the cat’s out of the bag.”
Hondo’s lips flapped as the air went out, creating the sound of a motorboat. “Indeed it is.”
Seconds went by without any of them saying anything. Hondo felt cold terror rising up in his chest, spreading to his head and down to his stomach. Like a fist it twisted his intestines and left him struggling, desperate to say something that would maybe calm the situation.
“Daddy,” Sweetie Belle tried, “please don’t feel bad for my sake, I just couldn’t live with this lie any longer. I-”
“Sweetie, please!” Hondo intercepted. “This isn’t easy for me either, you know?” As the words were out, he noticed how very much gruffer he sounded than he had intended. Sweetie Belle raised her shoulders in defense and bit down on her tongue.
Hondo sighed and wrapped an arm around her. “Oh, Sweetie Belle, my little angel, you do see why this can never work, don’t you?”
She nodded.
“But,” Sweetie Belle said, “maybe if we keep it our secret? Rarity will never know, no one will.” The corners of her mouth twitched upwards. “And I know it’s been a very long time since you and Mom…”
Hondo shot her an incredulous look. “Sweetie Belle, that is the worst possible moment to bring up a topic like this.”
This time, Sweetie Belle did not back off. Instead, she put a hand on her father’s broad chest and reached up with her head. She pressed her soft lips onto Hondo’s and almost giggled from the tickle-ish feeling his mustache created on her lip.
Surprisingly, Hondo did not pull back either, but rather lingered and even leaned into the kiss. He grasped her by the waist and pressed her fragile body tight. The kiss lasted longer than Sweetie Belle had anticipated, but she was absolutely not unsatisfied with the way Hondo begged for entrance into her mouth.
When they did part, Sweetie Belle gave the cutest look she was able to give. “Nopony will ever find out. I promise. Every time you want, you can have me. Doesn’t that sound great to you?”
Hondo looked away, then grumbled something inaudible under his breath.
“What did you say?”
“I said, it does sound great.”
Sweetie Belle grinned and placed another kiss on Hondo’s lips.
Hondo carefully pulled the thin shirt over Sweetie Belle’s head, revealing her small breasts in a white and lavender bra. He came close to her face and lingered, then she leaned forward and kissed her father on the lips. With a sudden slip, Hondo slid down and planted a trail of kisses on Sweetie Belle’s neck. He went further down over her collarbone, the valley between her breasts, her navel, and finally bit the rim of her panties with his teeth.
He pulled those down too, revealing Sweetie Belle’s most private place. The fur was neatly trimmed, the inner lips peeking out just a bit from under the outer lips. An arousing smell arose from her nether regions and Hondo could feel his pride stiffen.
Slowly, he reached out with his tongue to touch her marehood, but hesitated doing so only a breath away from the soft flesh. He looked up and saw Sweetie Belle gnawing at her nails, both afraid and excited. She nodded and lifted her waist by a few inches, also trying to grant Hondo easier access by spreading her legs farther apart. He knew she wanted to feel him. She wanted him so badly.
His mustache touched the fur and his lips met hers. Immediately Sweetie Belle tensed up and let loose a high pitched squeal. She grabbed the cups of her bra and squeezed her breasts beneath. Hondo could feel her legs crossing behind his head, urging him to go on. He opened his mouth and slowly ran the tip of his tongue from the bottom of her pussy to the tip, where it remained. All the while, Sweetie Belle watched her father work on her, her eyebrows rising in sync with Hondo’s tongue.
As he covered her hole with his mouth, his slippery muscle probed each of her entrances only to nudge gently into her rear hole. As Sweetie Belle felt the motion just so inside her, she tensed and raised her hips into her father’s face. She had pulled down her bra about her midsection and massaged her small perky tits.
Hondo looked up and sought her eyes to meet his, found the contact and then reached up with one hand to pinch one of her nipples. Sweetie Belle screamed from the sudden sensation that ran through her whole body. She grabbed Hondo’s hand and held it in place.
Hondo now focused his lips to lie around one specific place, namely the topmost end of his daughter’s pussy. There he encircled a small fleshy nub with his tongue, drawing small circles around the clitoris. Hondo licked it like a scoop of ice cream, eliciting a gasp from Sweetie Belle. She had freed one hand from her breast and ran it through the ruffy brown mane on Hondo’s head.
Suddenly, she stiffened, as she felt her father’s index and middle finger push inside her, scraping her tight inner walls. He let them rub her insides and simultaneously stimulated her clit, making Sweetie Belle squirm and moan in her bed.
As he moved his fingers more, in and out, left to right, up and down, while also gently suckling on her clit, Hondo felt how she got ever closer to her climax. Her inner walls were beginning to convulse, her breath grew shorter and her sighs and moans grew more intense and louder.
Just when he knew that one more lick would drive her over the edge, Sweetie Belle pulled her legs up, while also pushing her father away. Hondo gave her an irritated look, as he watched her breathing slowly and how she brushed one strain of hair back behind her ear. Sweetie Belle gave him an innocent smile.
“Sorry, Daddy, but it wouldn’t be fair if only I got to feel good.” Her cute grin turned into a smirk that told plainly that she was up to some mischief. “I wanna make you feel good too.”
She signed him to lay down on her bed, belly up, and freed him from his shirt. Hondo was a football star when he was in high school, Sweetie Belle knew, and later on his skills on the field had earned him a stipendium. He played for the Manehatten Mustangs for over five seasons after his college years, but when he got injured, the ends of the bones in his leg had not healed right, so his career was over. He had never stopped training though, not even after the birth of Rarity. Sure, he had gained some weight, but under the layer or flab, the muscles of his chest and belly were still strong like steel-cords.
Sweetie Belle lay ontop of him, running her finger from his Adam’s apple to the base of his breastbone, greedily kissing his lips and wrestling his tongue. As they parted, a small string of saliva still connecting them with each other. With a quick motion, Sweetie Belle flipped around and slipped her fingers under her father’s pants, pulling them down to reveal his astonishing stallionhood, that lay in its full erectile length from his balls to his belly button. Sweetie Belle gulped.
“Wow, Daddy, I’ve never seen it that happy,” she said, already wetting her lips with her tongue.
Hondo chuckled. “Remember what they called me back in high school?”
“Something with m, I think?”
“Yeah, they called me Magnum, and now you know why.” He winked at her.
Sweetie Belle giggled and pressed her bottom side onto Hondo’s face, grinding her wet pussy on his mouth and nose. On the other side, she grabbed around his chunk, setting it up so the head was looking straight at her. She gave it a small lick and noticed how salty it tasted. She kissed the tip another time, then gasped as Hondo worked his expert tongue on her tight hole.
She was intent to repay the favor, so she engulfed the head with her lips and started sucking gently around the brim. With a wet smack, her mouth and Hondo’s dick parted. She bit back another moan as her father’s tongue pressed inside her, then took the meat rod between her lips again. She licked it from the medial ring to the top and worked her way around it. As she finished her round, she heard how Hondo grunted and looked underneath her. He gave her an encouraging smile.
Incited by that, Sweetie took the penis in both hands and started stroking it up and down. She continued to quicken the pace and stuck the tip into her mouth, sucking with more intensity than before.
Hondo noticed his daughter’s efforts in pleasing him and gently started bucking his hips. The sensation of her incredibly soft lips around his shaft, her tender fingers rubbing up and down quickly and the sweetness of her juices in his mouth made his head dizzy and his belly tingly.
As he felt Sweetie Belle putting more spirit into her work, he as well picked up the pace. With his mouth, he covered her wide open mound, pushing half of his tongue inside, while stimulating her clitoris with two fingers. He could feel her shudder and shake and knew instantly that she loved it.
Suddenly, he felt his stallionhood being lapped and then swallowed until the medial ring hit her lips. He gasped and looked up, surprised that she could take him this deep. As he watched, he saw his dick halfway inside Sweetie Belle’s mouth and it went further in the longer he stared.
With a wet plop, she let go of it and coughed. As she met her father’s surprised gaze, she grinned deviously. “What’s up, Daddy? Didn’t expect that, huh?” She chuckled and went back to work, this time not quite as deep as where she left, but the force which she sucked with increased. Hondo soon felt the tingling in the core of his cock that signaled an approaching climax.
His pride didn’t allow him to cum before her, so he backed off by a few inches and ran the whole width of his raspy tongue square across her dripping slit. He grasped around her hips, held her ass cheeks tight, kneaded them and pulled her butt closer to him. With one hand, he let go, licked around Sweetie belle’s butthole and pushed two fingers inside her wet hole.
The following scream drove him even closer to the edge, and his tongue probed her rear entrance. Now with the support of his thumb rubbing his daughter’s clit, he sucked at her slit, other hole then back to the first.
Sweetie Belle was now moaning freely, her hands tightening around Hondo’s cock, and she quickly took one of his balls in her mouth to muffle the noise. She played around with the orb, caressed the other with her hand, all the while stroking the main part of Hondo’s genitals with the other hand.
“D-daddy, I’m c-cumming,” she stuttered, her face now full flushed.
Hondo let go of her most precious place to keep eye contact and answered, “I know, Sweetie, dear, me too. Don’t stop.”
Sweetie Belle smiled back her affectionate smile, and put her mouth over her father’s stallionhood. This time, Hondo could feel her going all the way, to the back of her throat, and when she couldn’t go on, she swallowed dryly and forced the head to go even deeper. She gagged, and the feeling of it brought Hondo so close he felt his flesh throbbing.
At the realization, Hondo now abandoned his buttplay and instead focused on his fingers. he pushed them as far in as he could, feeling the sloppy wetness of her canal, and bent them like he would lure someone closer. Sweetie Belle’s moan was stifled by the rod of meat in her mouth, but the vibration was what made Hondo finally shoot his load.
Spurt after spurt of his semen went down into Sweetie Belle’s hungry mouth. The sudden gushes of the sticky fluid took her completely unaware, but nonetheless did she keep her father’s dick in her throat and accepted wave after wave that ran down into her stomach. Hondo held on to her butt and bucked his hips even more into her, unable to control the spasms that ran him through.
As the last drops went down, Sweetie Belle sat upright and pressed her marehood right into his face. Hondo held on to her thighs and supported her by sticking his tongue in and out until Sweetie belle gave a high pitched scream and Hondo felt her inner walls convulse around his muscle.
A long, drawn out scream broke out of Sweetie Belle and Hondo already feared they could be heard by the neighbors. She rode out wave after wave of her orgasm, collapsing on Hondo’s belly when the last of them had washed over her.
Panting, Sweetie Belle turned around and lay beside her father, reaching one arm across his barrel chest. Hondo on his side wrapped his arm around her upper back and kissed her on the forehead. When he pulled back, he noticed something in the corner of her mouth. “Uh, Sweetie, dear, there is something on your…” he signed vaguely at the spot.
Sweetie Belle wiped over her mouth and looked at the back of her hand. With a devious grin, she licked it up and smiled at him. “Thanks, Daddy. You taste so yummy.” She giggled. “By the way, I drank it all up. Are you proud of me?”
Still a bit uncomfortable at the thought, he nodded nonetheless. “Yes, my dear, very proud.”
Beaming from the praise, Sweetie Belle added, “It really has been quite some time since you last… released some, hasn’t it?”
Hondo pulled an agonized face. “You have to understand, your mother really was in stress these last two weeks, with the expansion of the bakery, the masons and craftspeople constantly buzzing around her. She simply didn’t have the nerve for me, and I respect that completely.”
It was the truth. Hondo loved his Cookie Crumbles with all of his heart. Her relentless efforts to increase her business around Manehatten had rewarded her with over six new employees in the last two months, and she had even been able to extend the building which housed her bakery. Her income had grown drastically as well, which had allowed the both of them to go on a well deserved vacation.
The shadow side, though, was that Cookie Crumbles did not sleep so well. She was constantly under stress with the overseeing of her new workers, the constructions and all of that. It was a major setback for their love life.
“Ready for round two?” Sweetie Belle asked lustily, her father’s shaft already in her hand.
Hondo smiled, cupped her cheek with one hand and kissed her on the lips. “I should rather ask you.”
With a sudden shove, Hondo rolled Sweetie Belle around by the waist so she lay on her back. He positioned himself between her spread legs, her arms over her head, held at the wrists with one hand, while the other rubbed the head of his stallionhood against her entrance, dripping with juices.
She giggled. “Oh, Daddy, why so bold all of a sudden?”
Hondo pushed carefully inside, the tip just so entering her cave, widening the hole. Because she had her arms crossed over her head, Sweetie Belle had to arch her back, granting her father easier access to her loins.
As he felt her shudder, Hondo leaned down and placed another tender kiss on her lips, playing with her lips, the sweetness of her mouth.
Sweetie Belle’s calves locked behind Hondo’s back and urged him on to finally penetrate her. Gladly, Hondo took the invitation and slowly let his dick advance to the pleasurable depths of her tight pussy.
With every second his dick slid deeper in, Sweetie Belle’s sighs and gasps became louder and more frequent. She was doing everything possible to her to let him in with the fewest resistance, but he was just so big. By the time his medial ring touched her mound, her fingers were curling and her jaws hurt from clenching them all the time.
Hondo let out a sigh and took a look at his daughter. Clearly, his size was more than she was used to; he wasn’t used to a mare as tight as her, however. The way her inner walls held his dick inside felt almost too good to be true. He grunted and tried to push in even further, but a pained shriek let him stop dead.
He looked at Sweetie Belle. Her facial expression spoke of agony, and the way her body shook made him realize he had gone too far. Ashamed of his loss of self-control he retreated. Shortly before his member would have left her pussy, Sweetie Belle’s eyes flung open and she stared at him, mouth half open. The way she cocked her eyebrows gave her an accusing expression.
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” she asked. Beads of sweat were forming on her forehead, a deep red flush had colored her cheeks in crimson and her curly mane was in tangles already. Steady, ragged breaths heaved and sank her chest.
Hondo looked at his daughter, startled. “I, uh… I thought I hurt you, dear. I didn’t want to-”
“Nonsense!” Sweetie Belle interrupted him. With a lusty wink, she freed her wrists from his grip and caressed his cheeks with both her hands. “I’m just inexperienced with a real stallion, is all. Go on, Daddy, I’ll get used to it in time.”
The smile that followed made something inside Hondo’s chest melt, and so he once again pushed his rock hard member into Sweetie Belle’s tight hole. The phenomenal sensation of her warm flesh clasping around his shaft once again flooded his thinking mind and put Hondo in a lust driven haze. This time, he wasn’t concerned by his daughter’s squeals and cries, but instead used her moaning to fuel his own passion.
Relentlessly, he quickened his pace until he slammed inside Sweetie Belle, feeling bit by bit of the resistance recede. The sound of his balls slapping against her perineum filled the cosy room that had become their love nest.
Thrust by thrust, Hondo felt his orgasm approaching, building up in his dick, then his loins, in his stomach until it finally spread over his whole body and reached his brain. In the bliss of his climax, all thoughts fled from his clouded mind and he reveled in the incomparable feeling of non-thinking.
As he came to his senses again, he saw Sweetie Belle panting heavily, eyes focusing on a point far above her head. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and she twitched occasionally.
As Hondo pulled out, a steady stream of his sticky white semen flowed out of Sweetie Belle’s stretched pussy. He lay down beside her, watching as his sperm dripped out and soaked the sheets. Suddenly, his hand was grabbed quickly by Sweetie Belle and guided just beneath her navel.
She took Hondo’s index finger and let it trace around on her fur. “Can you feel it, Daddy?” she asked.
“Feel what, Sweetie my dear?”
“The bulge,” Sweetie Bell answered. “You poured so much cum in my belly, I feel like a balloon.” She giggled. “A cum-balloon.”
And indeed, Hondo felt the small bump close to her belly button. When he pushed down on it, Sweetie Belle made a sound almost like a hiccup and more semen flowed out on the bed.
“Goodness,” he said, surprised. “I didn’t realize that I pumped you that full.”
Sweetie Belle took his face into her hands and kissed her father on the mouth. “It’s absolutely alright, Daddy.” She kissed him another time. “It really has been some time since you last-”
“Yes, it has.” he interrupted quickly.
“Daddy, what’s wrong? This is the second time you try to avoid the subject.”
Hondo shot her an incredulous look. “What is wrong? What is wrong you ask? For starters, maybe, that I just had sex with my daughter!”
Sweetie Belle recoiled from the sudden outburst. She covered her tender breasts with her arms and backed away to the edge of the bed. Abashed, she turned her gaze down.
As soon as Hondo noticed what his reaction caused her to do, he held his tongue. Reluctantly, he reached out to touch her shoulder. “Sweetie, my dear, you must understand. This is so wrong in so many ways. I am your father, I am married with a wonderful wife, who gifted me with two beautiful daughters. I should not trade the one gift for the other. I love you, Sweetie, my dear, but I shouldn’t have loved you the way I did just now. I feel so-”
Before he could say another word, Sweetie Belle had lay a finger on his lips and hushed him. Lovingly, she wrapped her arms around his broad chest, lay her head on his shoulders and started to hum softly.
“Daddy,” she said, “ look at it from this perspective: You are the most gently stallion I know. You are what every little filly dreams of. You are my father, whom I’ll love forever. But also are you only a man, and a man has needs that need satisfaction. Since Mom is too busy to do that, let me help you out. You gave me my life. You raised me. Making you feel good is the least I can do.”
Sweetie Belle nuzzled against his thick bicep and slung one leg between his.
After a few moments had passed, she looked back up at him again, mischief glinting in her green eyes. “So,” she asked, “ready for round three?”
Hondo’s eyes sprung open. “Sweetie, my dear,” he stammered, “I don’t think I can go much more. You see, I’m relatively blown.”
And indeed as Sweetie Belle inspected her father’s once proud shaft, she saw it limply leaning against his thigh. She pouted and poked it with a slender finger. The only reaction she got was that it swayed from one side to the other, remaining motionless afterward.
“Hmmm,” she mused. “I guess that only leaves me one option.”
Sweetie Belle slid from the bed and dragged Hondo by the knee with her. He came to sit at the edge of the bed, legs dangling off it, his weight propped on his arms behind his back, and watched with curiosity as Sweetie Belle assumed position between his legs.
She took his member and started rubbing the flaccid flesh. Back and forth she slid the foreskin over the head. When she felt that Hondo’s dick only twitched a little and then after a moment without attention grew limp once again, she pouted.
“Alright.”
Although Sweetie Belle was only in her teens, her bust was the best grown in comparison with her friends. She was proud to be able to call a pair of C-cups her own, though it looked less when she was fully dressed. With a kinky smile, she lay Hondo’s dick on his belly, bent over and started driving her bust forth and back over it. She pressed her breasts together and created a pleasure-rift wherein the penis got massaged.
“So, Daddy, how do you like that?” she asked, a predator par excellance. “Do you like it when I rub your thick cock between my titties?”
Hondo looked down on her surprised. “Sweetie Belle, such language!”
Sweetie Belle stopped dead in her tracks. She looked up at her father, one eyebrow raised. “Really, Daddy, at a time like that?” Hondo shrugged. “C’mon, it’s not like I don’t know. Just lean back and enjoy yourself.”
That being said, she resumed her work and worked her breasts up and down over Hondo’s penis. The soft fatty tissue wrapped around the flesh as it slowly began to stiffen. “Oh, would you look at that, he does seem to like it. Now, my little dick, want more? Want me to take you in my mouth and massage you with my tits at the same time?” Sweetie Belle chuckled. “Oh, what a dirty thing you are. Seems like somepony has to clean you up.”
Hondo’s member had grown in size after Sweetie Belle’s treatment and was beginning stand up. Backing off from the shaft, she gave it some room. Then, she grabbed it and positioned it between her breasts. However, Hondo’s pride was so thick, that Sweetie Belle’s soft bust only fit half around it, so with both hands, she pressed her breasts together and simultaneously stroked the phallus.
Moving her chest up and down, she worked the stiff cock and all the while kept eye contact. “Look at how big you’ve gotten, Daddy. Oh, you gonna love this! You hard cock being caressed. You naughty boy.” She noticed the precum leaking out from the tip and quickly licked it up. “Mmm, you taste so yummy, I wanna fill my belly with your semen another time. All this is making me so wet, I want your shaft in me! I want you to fuck me in my tight pussy until I walk funny for the next three days. That’s right, I want to ride you like the wild stallion that you are! Would’nt you like that too? Take me, Daddy, take me and fuck me however you want, I am yours and yours only. Fuck me in my mouth and my pussy, fuck my ass and my tits and cum all over my face! Fuck me until the only thing that’s left of me is a blubbering mess of mare-cum!”
While she was talking, Sweetie Belle had constantly increased the speed at which she was going at her father’s cock. At the top of it, she shut up and wrapped her mouth greedily around the tip and started circling her tongue around it. The prick between her lips became all wet and slippery with the saliva she was bathing it in. A wet pop and it left the warm cave.
When she leaned back, Hondo immediately seized her, heaved her up and pinned her down on the bed, belly first. He was at maximum hardness now and positioned his stallionhood at her slick entrance. Without any formalities, he pushed in, not too fast, but neither gentle.
The leftover semen from before acted as lube and the cock slid in freely, her love-cave engulfing him and welcoming him back inside. Hondo’s medial ring hit her mound, but he didn’t stay, he pushed on, giving her all he had. Sweetie Belle felt the length being pushed inside her and sucked in air with a sharp hiss. The tip hit her womb and still he kept going. Sweetie Belle eep-ed and tried to go forward, but the bed was in her way. In and in Hondo pushed until he was balls-deep inside her. He then pulled back to the ring in the middle of his immense cock and shoved it in again to the same extent. He pulled further out, the ring leaving her tight pussy, then going back inside, making her shiver and shudder.
Hondo couldn’t contain himself anymore. Ravagely, he slammed into Sweetie Belle’s hips, his hands firmly kneading her ass, and the wet wap wap wap filled the room once more, mixed with the moaning and screams of pleasure Sweetie Belle let out freely. In and out he pumped, teeth clenched, grunting in effort. Sweetie Belle’s tongue was lolling out of her mouth and her breath came in short, rapid pants.
The bed was now contributing to the cacophony in the room as it creaked in tact with Hondo’s thrusts, which grew more forceful and wilder by the second. He now moaned too, his balls slapping against Sweetie Belle’s pelvis, just at the right height to stimulate her clit.
“Oh my Celestia, Daddy, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Her melodious voice was blurred by the ecstasy she was reveling in. “That’s right, Daddy, fuck me like that, fuck my pussy! Don’t stop! Don’t sto-o-o-o-op!”
She was clawing into her bed sheets, her toes curled behind Hondo’s back and suddenly, with a mighty roar, Hondo gave one final thrust, ramming his huge stallion cock deeper into Sweetie Belle’s womb than ever before and spurt after spurt shot into her.
The white flood held on until some time, when slick drops of his sperm came flowing out between his dick and the walls of her vagina. Between there legs, a puddle was beginning to form, and as the last shot was fired, both of them collapsed.
Hondo lay on Sweetie Belle’s back, completely spent, too tired to say anything. His eyelids grew heavy and he rolled off her, breathing raggedly. His chest and stomach heaved as the air filled his lungs and left it again. His cock hung limp over the edge of the bed, unable to get erect one more time today.
“I love you, Daddy,” he heard her whispering from right beside her.
He turned his head, which was a huge effort already, and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, right next to the horn. “I love you too, Sweetie, my dear.”
They bathed in the post-orgasmic afterglow, the waves of pleasure slowly subsiding. Eventually, Sweetie Belle sat up and started putting on her bra and panties. She threw her father his underwear and opened the door.
“I’m gonna go shower now.” She hesitated. “Daddy, do you think it’s possible that we could do this more often? I know you are still not completely okay with this, but give it some time. With Mom being all busy, I could be your bed-warmer. I’ll never love another man like you, I promise.”
Hondo considered it. “Maybe,” he began. “But this has to stay a secret.”
Sweetie Belle’s eyes lit up. “Really? Oh, Daddy, Daddy, I’m so happy!” She rushed over and hugged him roughly.
“There, there, Sweetie, my dear. Promise you won’t tell anypony.”
“I promise.” She looked at him with her big innocent eyes.
Three weeks later…
“Daddy, quick!”
Hondo stepped nervously into the bathroom. He saw Sweetie Belle standing at the sink, holding a small piece of plastic in her hand.
“And,” he asked anxiously. “What does it say?”
As she turned to face him, Sweetie Belle bit her lip. “It’s positive. I am pregnant.”
Hondo’s world collapsed around him like a house of cards. That was it. Busted. Nopony could oversee the evidence in a few more weeks.
“What are we going to do now, Daddy?” Genuine concern spoke out of Sweetie Belle.
Hondo looked down, his mind feverishly seeking for a plan. Nothing he thought of was plausible. Convincing the people it was Birch’s child? No, they had used protection. Date-rape? No, the other Cutie Mark Crusaders knew Sweetie Belle too well to believe her when she told her she was going on a speed date. Also, Sweetie Belle never went out without them. Magic? Not an option for obvious reasons.
“Daddy, how about an abortion?”
“NO!” Hondo shouted. “We will not make the unborn child pay the price for the narrowmindedness of the people!” He tried his hardest to calm himself. “You will bear it, and we will raise it. End of argument. We made it, we take care of it.”
Sweetie Belle walked over and embraced her father. “This is why I love you so much, Daddy. Raise it, alright, but will we do it in secret?”
Hondo softly pushed her away so he could look her in the eye. “No. I made up my mind, Sweetie, my dear. It is time the public knows of our love. To hell with the gossipers! The princesses will have to understand that you cannot confine love.” He stopped. “But when they prove to be not persuasible, I will take all the blame. You stay safe, and watch after the child.”
Sweetie Belle leaned in and kissed Hondo passionately. “I love you, Daddy.”
“And I love you, Sweetie, my dear.”
