Scootaloo bit her lip as she sat down on the hard office chair, his familiar scent coated the room. Her wings twitched at the thought of finally seeing him again after so long, her body warmed up to the thoughts of what they were about to do. She wonders sometimes about what her friends would have thought of her unusual relationship. She always remembered Applebloom teasing her about some secret crush she had, about how Scootaloo would always go red in the face whenever they'd ask her if she had a special some pony. Scootaloo would always make it a point to pick dare whenever they played truth-or-dare at the crusader clubhouse; she knew her friends cared for her but they wouldn't take too kindly to the subject of her hidden affections. The name of which was emblazoned on the large mahogany desk sitting in front of her: Professor Eclipse Lightning. Scootaloo's father.
As she sat in “daddy’s” office she fondly remembered the fun times that she would have with him. The days he would take her to the park, how he would kiss her bruises and wipe away her tears, how he’d watch as she would perform tricks on her scooter, how proud he was the day she got her cutie mark. She remembered how when she was younger she would always try and read one of those books in his library, though she was never able to get any far with them; far too complex for a young filly, hell she doubts she could understand any of them now.
But she couldn’t remember the good times without bringing up the bad. She remembered her petty fights with him, the number of times she yelled “I hate you!”, the look of disappointment whenever she did bad in school. She cringed at her younger self, wishing she could take those mean moments back.
But it was due to those bad times that she realized she loved her dad, in ways that a daughter probably shouldn’t. The fact that he never rose his voice during a fight, the fact that he would always hold her tight whenever she was dumped, the fact that he always loved her despite her failings. She remembered how he would comfort her whenever she grew self-conscious about how small her wings were, how he would listen to her frustrations of being a blank flank for the longest time, how he would entertain her various antics with the Cutie Mark Crusaders, regardless of how crazy their schemes were. His strength and patience was something that warmed her heart; and as she grew older warmed other parts of her.
At first she simply thought her feelings about her father were normal: there was nothing weird about loving your dad. But then she realized how Sweetie Belle acted around her dad, how Applebloom acted around Big Mac, neither of them seemed to love the stallions in their families the way she loved hers. As they all grew older both Applebloom and Sweetie Bell began toning down their affection towards their family members: Applebloom no longer hugged her brother like she used to, while Sweetie Belle would try and make excuses to get away from her dad. But Scootaloo remained the same, she would always light up whenever he walked into the room and she never shied away from kissing him, though those kisses always lasted a bit longer than they should have. Scootaloo thought she could’ve coped with her feelings for him, but unfortunately as she grew older those feelings started taking on a less innocent tone.
She tried supressing those emotions, and would’ve been content at lying about how she felt for her entire life, but it was during the summer after her first year of college that the truth came out. She had spent the night crying in his arms; she couldn’t remember what exactly she was crying about, probably the stress of the upcoming year, but she remembers looking at the concern on his face through her tear filled eyes. The compassion in his eyes, the kindness in his words, the safety she felt in his arms set her body ablaze. Scootaloo remembers whispering “I wished all colts were like you, dad,” before reaching up and giving him a soft kiss.
All throughout her life she was the tough, dominant mare but with him she couldn’t help but feel like a tiny little filly. Kissing him was a risk, but one that paid off when he pushed back against her. Eclipse had been single for a while, his wife passing away when Scootaloo was young, and he wasn’t really able to take time to look for some pony else while juggling both his job and taking care of his child. At first the work of single fatherhood and the tribulations of academia were enough to take his mind off the loneliness. But the years took their toll on him, his needs screamed within the chambers of his mind. But he was worried what bringing in another mare would do to his relationship with Scootaloo, he knew she needed far more care and attention than a normal filly: her inability to fly and her lack of a cutie mark was taking its toll on her. He saw how she desperately wanted to be like her hero Rainbow Dash, and the possibility that she’ll never be able to be anything like her drove her to tears most nights. He knew that her fears were unfounded, that she was just a late bloomer and even if she was unable to fly he would always still love her. But though her fears were false, her pain was real, and he had to be there to help her deal with those emotions. He knew that Scootaloo would take up most of his time, and it wouldn’t be fair to whoever he was with to relegate them to being second place in his life.
For a while he was content with taking care of his needs on his own; dirty magazines and erotic novels were good enough for him. After she went away to school he could quiet easily pleasure himself whenever he wished. But since she was staying with him for the summer he had to make his nightly ritual a bit more inconspicuous. He always thought he was quiet, making sure to only touch himself when he knew Scootaloo was asleep. But Scootaloo was no longer a young ignorant filly: college had taught her what antics stallions get up to at night as well as how to sneak around without getting caught. She would often peer into her father’s room while he jerked off, making sure to quiet any noise that would tip him off to his voyeur. The sight of his thick cock burned itself into her mind, the sound of him cumming would sound sweeter than any music to her ears. Sometimes she wouldn’t sneak outside her father’s room, and would lay in her bed touching herself to his soft grunts coming through the thin walls. She would silently hope that he would catch her one day and would take out his frustration on her.
It was that very frustration that caused Eclipse to not break off the kiss with his daughter that fateful night. It had been so long since he felt any affection that his body simply reacted when she placed her lips on his. The logical part of his brain questioned what he was doing, but that part of him quickly died the second Scootaloo placed her hand on his crotch. Scootaloo knew how lonely her father was, how much he sacrificed to raise her right, and she wanted to return the gratitude. Their very first night of lovemaking was just that, making love. While Scootaloo had always fantasised of her father forcing her down and having his way with her, the sensual passion he unleashed upon her was better than every one of her late night imaginations.
She remembered how they used to start their sexual liaisons: she wanted to fulfill her darkest wishes, he wanted to quell his shameful needs. But over time the shame wore itself away, leaving nothing but passion and fun whenever they met. They both knew that the only people they could unload their emotions on were each other, which made their relationship that much more precious to them. Scootaloo knew her friends were tolerant but she doubts that even Princess Cadance would look kindly towards their taboo love. Unfortunately they had to put their little fun on hold when Scootaloo went back off to college; but Eclipse cared far more for his daughter’s education than some sexual excitement.
They kept in touch by sending letters that talked about their week. Well, that was what the letters contained at first. Soon they became filled with their erotic fantasies: paragraph after paragraph about what they wanted to do with one another. It was surprisingly revealing, and liberating, to speak about the dirty scenarios they imagined the other in. Scootaloo spoke in length about her fantasies of him taking her like the main character in a trashy romance novel, how he would force himself onto her, grabbing her hair and nibbling on her wings. He used to write back about how he could never hurt his daughter, but she would always remind him that it was what she had wanted. He wasn’t forthcoming with his more secret lusts, preferring to write about having a more passionate night with her. It annoyed Scoots that he felt embarrassed about what he wanted to do with her, and it took much pestering and much prodding before he finally came clean about his deepest fantasy. She smiled as she read the story, and with a quick glance at her calendar she sent him a short reply:
"I was going to keep this a secret, but I’m going to visit you next Friday.
I want to make this come true for you.
I’ll meet you in your office after your last class.”
And it was that very next Friday she found herself smiling to herself in her father’s office. She remembered how he wanted her to dress: a trashier version of her regular attire. She giggled at the mare he wrote of in the letter, she was almost a parody of Scootaloo’s more questionable traits. But no matter, if this is what he wanted, then this is what he’ll get. Though she never could have imagine he would have such kinky desires, like having her wear a tight fitting white shirt with no bra; her nipples straining hard against the fabric. Though that didn’t compare with what he had her wear down below…
She heard the doorknob turn and quickly she went into character: putting on a bitchy look on her face, crossing her legs in a way that accentuated her thighs, her gaze locked on her brightly colored fingernails, giving off an air of both defiance and superiority. It took a bit of self-restraint to keep her wings down, twitching at the thought of what she was about to do, but she was able to keep them furled and tucked away. She was the ideal image of a pernicious Pegasus, one that was in need of being taught a lesson.
Eclipse opened his office door and stared at his daughter, a wide smile beaming on his face. It had been so long since he had seen her he just wanted to pull her into a tight hug. But then he saw the outfit: the thin tank top that strained against the curves of her breasts, the tight blue jeans that hugged her thighs, the whorish makeup that she had plastered on. She looked exactly as he wrote about, as if she stepped out of his fantasies and into real life. He gave a mischievous grin at Scootaloo, before quickly assuming his role in this little play.
“Good afternoon, Miss Scootaloo,” He said with a tone of concern.
“Sup, teach,” Scoots replied, still examining her fingernails. Eclipse couldn’t stop staring at his daughter: her hard nipples beaming through her shirt, her lips painted with the most sensual lipstick, she even had a thin choker highlighting her feminine neck. But his eyes skirted over to a new addition he didn’t expect, a diamond belly button piercing. The old him would have disapproved of such a thing, but the current Eclipse loved how the jewelry drew his eyes to her exposed tummy.
“I’ve called you in today to talk about your grades. They’re one of the lowest in the class, and you’re just at the cusp at failing,” Eclipse spoke, his lust bleeding into his empathetic tone. Scootaloo had to force herself not to smile at the subtle change in how he spoke, she didn’t want to ruin his fantasy for him.
“So?” Scoots replied, nonchalantly.
“So? Don’t you care about your grades, Scootaloo? Don’t you want to pass?”
“Honestly I couldn’t give a fuck about passing.”
Even after all that he’s done with his daughter, after all the vulgar nights they had together, his fatherly instincts completely disapproved of her swearing. He knew it was stupid, but the anger he felt was important, it would make this scenario feel far more authentic. He smiled internally at what his daughter was giving him, an opportunity to do what he’s always wanted to do with some of his more problem students.
“I do not appreciate that type of language, young miss. You should be more respectful of your elders,” Eclipse spoke through gritted teeth.
“Fucking make me!” Scootaloo yelled back.
“Oh I will.”
And with that he grabbed Scootaloo by the back of her hair and yanked her up, causing a Scoots to give a light yelp. He pulled her over to his desk, forcing her to brace herself on to the desktop as he pushed her over. He unbuckled her jeans and pulled them down, exposing her tight butt and bright pink panties to the world.
“I’m going to teach you a lesson you might actually remember for once,” Eclipse grabbed Scootaloo’s ass, enjoying the soft flesh under his hand. Eclipse was right about to begin but he wanted to make sure Scootaloo was okay. He knew that many would condemn his relationship, and even more would call him a bad father, but even after all that they’ve done together Scootaloo was still his little princess, and her safety was tantamount to him. He pulled his mouth close to her ear, and softly whispered “Thank you. Thank you so much for doing this. I love you Scootaloo.”
“I love you too, daddy,” She whispered back.
“I’ll try not to hurt you too much.”
Scoots looked at him with a naughty smirk and said, “Fucking hurt me teach, I’m a bad filly and I need to fucking learn.”
Eclipse grinned back at her. He quickly rose his hand and with all his pent up frustration swung down with all his might; his palm giving off a satisfying *smack* when it reached Scootaloo’s flesh. A sharp gasp came out of Scootaloo’s mouth, the intensity of the slap shocked her. But right before Scoots’ brain could come to its senses Eclipse spanked her again. And again. And again. Harder and harder he spanked, forcing soft squeaks out of his daughters mouth. He pulled himself close to her ear, and punctuating each word with another smack he said, “Have. You. Learned. Your. Lesson?”
Scootaloo almost didn’t hear her father’s words, the lusty mix of pleasure and pain clouded her brain. His hard smacks forcing erotic moans from deep within; her mind screamed at her to jump his bones right then and there. But she knew that her dad wanted far more than just a simple fucking, he wanted to make her his bitch. And what daddy wants, daddy gets.
Eclipse had stopped spanking Scootaloo, and let his hand rest against her ass. He felt the intense heat coming off her cheeks, he saw the red flush underneath her skin. He was happier than he’s ever been, but he wanted to know if Scootaloo was okay. The session was far more intense than he expected it to be, years of anger lashing out in a few minutes. A part of him worried that Scoots was hurt, and was about to ask when he saw her turn to him, and with a defiant smile said, “No sir. I didn’t learn anything at all.”
Eclipse never thought he could love his daughter more than he already did. He smiled as he saw her wings slowly spread out, twitching in rhythm with her heartbeat. He reached his fingers in to her panties, enjoying the satin on his knuckles and the squeeze of her cheeks on his fingertips. He slowly slid his hand down, but stopped when his fingers grazed something hard. Confused, he pulled her panties aside and stretched out her cheeks, and he saw nestled deep within her ass was a bright shiny butt plug. The shock was apparent on Eclipse’s face, he remembered mentioning how erotic it would be to see Scootaloo all plugged up, but he never thought she would’ve gone through with it. He was impressed with his daughter’s attention to detail, making a note to play out one of her filthier fantasies during the weekend.
He grasped the flared end of the toy, slowly twisting it inside Scootaloo’s rump. A soft whimper snaked its way out of Scoots mouth at the sensation. Eclipse placed his lips against his daughter’s ear and said, “Now, Miss Scootaloo, what is this?”
“T-that’s none of your fucking business!”
“Do good little fillies go around wearing something like this?”
“I’m not a ‘good little filly’ and you fucking know it!”
“Then I guess it’s my job to make you good,” Eclipse slowly pulled on the butt plug, smiling as he watched her asshole strain and stretch around the toy. Scootaloo gripped the table even tighter, the tingling in her ass caused her knees to shake. Eclipse pulled the toy right out to its tip, taking a second to admire the lube leaking out of her ass, before plunging right back down. In and out he toyed her anus, with every pass he would speed up. The sensations coming from Scootaloo’s rear were almost too much, she never thought she’d like something as dirty as this. She took a mental note to get Eclipse to play with her ass during the weekend.
Eclipse’s arm strained at the pumping, but the seeing his daughter shudder and moan like this made it worth it. But they both knew that this was just a detour from Eclipse’s fantasy, and they both were aching for the next step. With one mighty thrust he slammed the toy deep into her ass. The feeling of being filled up was too much for Scootaloo; her legs buckled and Scoots found herself falling on to her knees. She looked in front of her, and saw the massive tent in Eclipse’s pants. Looking up she saw the look of absolute authority in his eyes. It made her feel submissive, it made her feel owned.
She loved it.
“I guess your skills don’t lay in academia,” Eclipse began, “maybe your true purpose in life is a bit more…profane.” Eclipse unbuckled his belt and removed the button on his pants, his zipper straining under the force of his erection. Scootaloo began to reach up to his pants before Eclipse stopped her, “Ah ah, Miss Scootaloo. Bad fillies use their hands, good fillies use their mouth. And you do want to be a good filly, don’t you?”
Scoots nodded, and clenched his zipper between her teeth, slowly pulling it down. Once undone his pants fell quickly to the floor leaving only his boxers between her and her prize. She smiled at the pair he was wearing: a gift she bought him before going to college; they grabbed at his body in a way that left nothing to the imagination. She kissed and sucked at his bulge, enjoying the hardness press against her lips. The smell of his musk filled her nostrils, teasing her body with thoughts of her favorite part of him. The scent flooded her brain with memories of nights past, how she would spend hours happily sucking away at his cock while her father gave her tips on how to properly give a blowjob. ‘Oh daddy, even at home you were always stuck in teacher mode’ Scoots thought. Scootaloo could feel the wetness between her legs grow from a small puddle to a roaring river, her wings had stretched out to their full span, flapping happily at this little bit of foreplay.
She could wait no longer, it had been far too long since she got to see him and she wasn’t going to waste any more time. She grabbed the hem of his boxers with her teeth, and quickly pulled them down. Her eyes widened at the sight of his cock as inch after inch revealed itself; it always shocked her how absolutely massive her father was. She always felt that he would have had a very successful career as a porn star with what he was packing below. A part of her wonders if she could convince him to give up teaching; a part of her wonders if she could convince him to at least make her a personal video.
The final inch of Eclipse’s cock was finally revealed as Scoots pulled his boxers down. His cock was harder than she’s ever seen it before, making his already massive member just that much more massive. She saw the strands of pre-cum dripping off his tip, his thick shaft pulsing with his heart beat, his balls plump with god knows how much cum.
And it was those balls of his that Eclipse wanted Scootaloo to focus on first. “You were never good at your oral presentations, hopefully your mouth could be good at this. See my balls down below, Miss Scootaloo? Suck on them.”
Scootaloo reached over and pulled one of his balls into her mouth. The taste of sweat and testosterone filled her taste buds, eliciting a shudder from the mare. She knew how sensitive he was down there, and sucked softly at his massive testicle. She swirled her tongue around it, coating it completely with her saliva, before pulling away and latching herself on to his other one. Back and forth she suckled and nuzzled, bathing his balls with her tongue. It was almost reverent in a way: it was because of those massive testicles she even exists, they deserved her utmost respect.
After suckling away at his balls for a few minutes he stopped her. “That is good enough, Miss Scootaloo. I see that you can at least follow orders. But there is more to being a good filly than just blind obedience. A good filly lives to help out her society. And while I doubt your mind will be of much use to others, your body definitely pleases me, and I wish to see more. Take off that shirt of yours.”
Scootaloo pulled her tank top over her head, shivering as her breasts were exposed to the air. Out of all her curves her breasts were her favorite ones, growing to become a quite sizeable pair. They almost looked out of place on a tomboy like Scootaloo, but they made her daddy smile and so she loved them for that.
Eclipse gave her breasts a thorough looking over; it had been far too long since he last saw them. He even thought they might have grown since then. He wanted to feel them. Eclipse looked down at his daughter and said, “Good. Now I try not to spend too much time listening to those rumours around the campus about how ‘talented’ you are with those two. But now is a better time than any to test out if what’s written on the walls of the men’s room are true. Go ahead, rub me with them.”
Scootaloo slid Eclipses cock in between her breasts, and began sliding up and down his length. His cock was big and she almost thought she wouldn’t be able to do it, but her breasts were massive in their own right and smothered Eclipses penis in their pillowy grasp. Eclipse smiled at the softness of Scoots tits against him, the sight of her giving him a tit job was made even better with how she refused to break eye contact with him. He watched those big, pink lips of hers smile back at him, and nothing would please him more than to see that lipstick smeared across his cock. He placed his hand on the back of her head, and spoke one word: “Open.”
Scootaloo pulled Eclipse’s head into her mouth, both of them moaning as she did. Scoots missed the taste of Eclipse on her tongue and greedily lapped and sucked at his head, trying to make up for lost time. She remembered her father’s lessons and hummed as she blew him, and she was quickly rewarded with a torrent of pre-cum from his cock.
Eclipse felt he had died and gone to heaven. The warm rub of Scootaloo’s breasts, the experienced swirls of her tongue, the vibrations of her voice all pushed Eclipse closer to the edge. As much as he loved his daughter’s breasts, they were getting in the way of her mouth, and he sure wasn’t going to waste the opportunity to not gift the back of her throat with his cock.
“You’re on your way to being a very good little filly, Miss Scootaloo,” Eclipse said, his words broken up by his gasps. “But while those breasts of yours do please me, that mouth of yours is far more fun. Now let’s see how far you can take me.” Scootaloo let her breasts fall off of Eclipse’s cock, and quickly worked his shaft into her mouth. She remembered how she was only ever able to get half way down his cock, a fact that had always annoyed her. But fortunately for Eclipse, Scootaloo had plenty of practice with a large dildo she had hidden in her dorm room closet. A dildo that she named after Eclipse, of course.
Eclipse watched in awe as Scoots went deeper and deeper down his cock. He watched as his cock slowly bulged inside her throat, the tightness being both unfamiliar yet amazingly comforting. Scootaloo kept her eye contact with her dad, she wanted him to see his little princess take that massive dick of his. She felt his dick pulse and beat inside her throat, her mouth making lewd gurgles as she forced more and more of it inside. Eclipse opened his mouth in both pleasure and shock when Scootaloo’s lips kissed the base of his dick; the tiny little choker of hers straining to its limit against his bulge. They stayed like that for a moment, both enjoying the pleasure of filling and being filled. Scootaloo would have been happy to have stayed like that for longer, but Eclipse wanted to play with his daughter’s new found talent. “My, my Miss Scootaloo, aren’t you full of surprises. Let’s test out this gift of yours; hopefully this test will be one you can pass.”
Eclipse grabbed the back of Scootaloo’s hair and slowly pulled her back off his dick; her lipstick coloring his cock pink as it smeared against his flesh. Scootaloo thought he was going to pull her off him so she could breathe, but Professor Lightning enjoyed punishing his most difficult student far too much. Once she reached his tip Eclipse forced his daughter back down his cock; her throat squeaked as it made its way farther down. Eclipse pulled Scoots back and forth, slamming her into his crotch over and over again; the sensation in his cock paled in comparison the feeling of utter dominance he had over her. As for Scootaloo, she was lost in the haze of getting her throat fucked, and was loving every second of it. The complete lack of control, the utter submission she felt as her father used her mouth as his own personal sex toy was the greatest thing she could imagine. She shoved her hands down to her wet pussy and fingered herself to the rhythm of his thrusts. She could feel her throat loosen itself with every one of his strokes, the bulging feeling in her neck pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. However Eclipse reached his climax first: the tightness of her throat being far more than he could handle.
With one long thrust he slammed himself deeper than before, keeping Scootaloo pinned to his crotch. He unloaded countless weeks of stored cum deep into her, his semen stretching her throat wider than before. The choker around Scoot’s neck finally snapped under the pressure, leaving a thin red ring around her throat. He smiled at the sight of his daughter beneath him: the tear streaked mascara running down her face, the film of cum and saliva around her mouth, the unwavering look of happiness she had in her eyes. “You’ve done well, Miss Scootaloo. A+ work if I do say so myself. I believe you deserve a reward for your behaviour.” And in one quick pull he yanked Scootaloo of him, leaving strands of saliva connecting him to her mouth. His cock, stained with cum and lipstick, was still as hard as he was when he began fucking Scoots. His daughter wasn’t the only one filled with surprises.
Scootaloo was pained to have Eclipse’s cock deep inside her throat, but was giddy to know he was going to shove that thing up her cunt. She was surprised that he was still hard even after cumming so much; she knew she had to convince him to get into porn, his talents were wasted in this school. But those thoughts were quickly silenced as she was turned around and bent over Eclipse’s desk. Normally Eclipse would take his time easing his way into Scootaloo, but after he saw what she could do with her mouth he wasn’t going to take it easy on her pussy. He placed his cock right against her wet entrance, and with one long plunge he made his way through. Scootaloo gasped as she felt him go deeper than he’s ever been able to go; she was glad she spent a couple hours in the morning bouncing up and down on that dildo of hers, loosening herself up for just this moment.
For the first time in his life Eclipse bottomed out inside his daughter; if he thought her mouth was good her pussy felt like paradise. He slammed his hips against her as Scootaloo moaned with every thrust. She would shiver as his hefty balls slammed into her clit, she would shake as his cocked kissed her womb. Scootaloo was lost in the feeling of being fucked harder than she’s ever been fucked. She was enjoying the rutting when she felt Eclipse grab her hair again and pull her back into an arch. “A good filly doesn’t lay down on the job, Miss Scootaloo.” Eclipse whispered in to her ear. The arch of her back allowing him to reach places she didn’t even know she had. “You do want to be a good filly, don’t you?” Eclipse asked.
“Yes! Yes I do!” Scootaloo yelled back. Eclipse sped up his pace, his hot breath warming her face, he knew he was very close.
“Then cum for me, Scootaloo, now!” He growled.
With one hard slam he felt Scootaloo squeeze all around him. Eclipse’s balls tightened as he felt the largest load of his life fire out of his cock. The two moaned at their mutual orgasm, both lost to pleasure coursing through their veins. Scootaloo felt her cunt fill and fill as her father came deep within, her body inflating at the massive load he fired inside. They both collapsed onto the floor, his cock slowly slipping out of her now well-worn cunt. A torrent of his semen poured out from within, but from the bloated feeling Scootaloo had she knew that there was far more cum inside her than out.
She turned herself to face Eclipse and saw his sweaty, tired but happy face. He pulled her into a cuddle and kissed her deep, enjoying the feel of her mouth as they both came down of their respective highs. They smiled at each other as they broke the kiss, and were content to lie on the office floor lost in the other’s eyes. “Thank you Scootaloo,” Eclipse spoke.
“Thank me? No, thank you. I never thought I could cum that hard. I never thought you could cum that hard,” Scootaloo replied.
Eclipse laughed and said, “Well that’s because I was having sex with the most beautiful mare in the world. It’s quite tragic that she happens to be such a poor student.”
It was Scootaloo’s turn to laugh, “Well I’m pretty sure she can figure out some way to earn some extra credit.”
Eclipse smiled fondly at his daughter. “I love you Scootaloo.”
“I love you too, daddy.”
Author's Note
Hope you guys like this one; its the first time I've ever written an incest fic. It was requested by Twilight is the best and it was super fun to write!
