The coast was clear.
Shining double-checked the corridor, glancing first toward the right, then toward the left. There wasn’t a soul to be seen, not a single creak of floorboards beneath hooves. He released the breath he’d been holding, his shoulders relaxing—if only slightly. Good. It looked like his plan to keep the Crystal Guard away from the nursery had worked. That meant he should be left in peace.
Then again… He checked once more, just to be sure. Totally empty. Feeling some sort of confidence returning to him, Shining swallowed, then slipped through the door.
He closed it silently behind him, shutting it with nary a click. The room was dark, but still dimly lit—the night-light, constructed of a trio of glowing topazes, shimmered with a golden glow off to the side of the room. Shining’s hooves padded softly off of the thick carpet as he made his way forward. It was odd, he thought in the back of his mind, how much different his hoofsteps sounded when he was trying to ensure that they weren’t heard. How much louder.
He approached the crib. It was a lovely, crystalline affair. An artisan—one of their subjects—had offered it up as a gift to the firstborn of her monarchs. Even now, it warmed Shining’s heart to see it. And yet…
He trotted silently up and readied himself to peer over the side. This was it. He’d needed to come here—to see it again. Not only her, but what she came with. The thing that had sent his chest fluttering for weeks, that had left his ego feeling bruised and battered, and his mind reeling with the implications.
Shining stepped forward, and looked down. His daughter, Princess Flurry Heart, blinked up at him. For a moment, Shining’s heart soared with fatherly pride—this, he knew, in a way deeper than he ever could have imagined, was his daughter. His progeny. His offspring.
She suckled a bit harder on her pacifier, and tilted her big head to one side. That always made Cadance giggle; baby ponies were always so adorably disproportioned. Her big blue eyes glittered in the dim light, shining with innocence.
Shining smiled weakly. “Hey there, sweetie,” he said. He could lose himself in those eyes, he decided; even one day far in the future, when she was ten, fifteen, twenty years old, some part of him knew that he would remember her as he was seeing her now—this tiny, adorable, helpless infant. “Guess you couldn’t sleep, either.”
He abruptly felt a warm wetness on his cheek. Shining felt a shiver go down his spine, and slowly turned to the side. There, standing tall, proud, and enormously erect, was the subject of tonight’s fascination.
It was gigantic—there was no other word for it. Standing tall above the crib was a huge black stallionhood, its girth as thick as his leg and its length even longer. Shining found his eyes drifting along the huge black head that was nearly level with his eye: the fat flare was edged with little ridges, a circle of smooth curves gliding their way around it. It was white, slick with precum; why, it was all but drooling the stuff.
Shining’s hoof went up to his cheek, and silently scraped away the glob of pre that had splattered onto his fur. There was easily a full ounce of it; had he wished to, it was easily enough to use as lubricant for his own shaft. He swallowed. His hoof drifted back toward his own erect member, which had begun pushing its way out of his sheath the instant he’d stepped into the room. He was hugely, painfully hard—and still barely half the size of his infant daughter.
Princess Flurry Heart gurgled quietly in her crib. Shining felt his balls throb in a mixture of arousal and confusion—how, he wondered, was this juxtaposition possible? Such tiny, sweet innocence, directly beside this monstrous behemoth of sexuality?
His eyes lingered over the space below it, at the enormous testicles that continually pushed her little thighs apart. So small and fragile she seemed beside them; her two nuts put together likely weighed just as much as she did! Had she been able to, they would have dragged along the ground as she walked, twin spheres just sloshing with cum. Shining felt his nerve waver momentarily, his hoof trembling as he pushed it over their surfaces. His daughter’s dark black skin was stretched tight over her nuts, as if even her body had difficulty controlling her sheer, overpowering virility.
His nose twitched. Oh, and virile she was. The musk surrounding her cock was almost impenetrable—and nearly perfectly tempting. It made a mare’s knees go weak, and left a stallion panting in both lust and envy. There was no chance that his infant daughter’s equipment was just for show; she had been delivered head-first, leaving her monstrous shaft and balls to be the last pushed from Cadance’s cunt. The pressure of the delivery, the absolute tightness of her marehood around her hugely endowed daughter’s shaft—why, it had been just too much. Princess Flurry Heart had had her first orgasm halfway through being born; by the time she’d finished, her mother’s belly was bloated out half again as large as it’d been when she was pregnant.
The midwives had assured them that there was no chance of Cadance getting pregnant again so soon after the delivery. And yet some part of Shining seethed—both in awe and in disbelief—at the very idea that his daughter could have impregnated his wife before even being completely born. His daughter, whose spicy, near-masculine scent overpowered his own; his daughter, whose monstrous nuts oozed precum twenty-four hours a day.
Shining nearly slapped himself across the face. His daughter! For Celestia’s sake, this was his gods-damned infant daughter he was fantasizing about! She wasn’t even a month old! He wasn’t sure whether to laugh or to cry—about the idea that he could have been cuckolded by his infant daughter impregnating his wife, or about what he was about to, had been longing, to do.
When she’d been inside Cadance’s womb, the doctors had assured them that she was carrying twins. Shining was grimly sure that she was carrying twins—of a sort. Some part of him saw an abundance of grandchildren in their future.
But for now... Shining startled when he felt something hot and heavy and wet brush against his cheek. He’d lowered his head too far, losing himself in his daughter’s oppressive musk. Her erection pressed firmly against his cheek, smearing a thick gob of precum across his fur. He stared down at her with wide eyes, hate and love and lust warring in his chest.
And then Flurry Heart hiccupped. The pacifier popped out of her mouth, and she hiccuped again. Her eyes opened up wide—and then, after seizing for breath, she began to cry.
Shining paled. Oh, no, no, no! His head darted nervously over his shoulder as he reached down to pat on her chest, her muzzle, stroking her mane softly in the hopes that it would calm her. But it was no use. Flurry just wailed all the louder.
Fuck. He had to quiet her down, quickly. Right now, he wasn’t doing anything suspicious, but if Cadance came waltzing on down the hall and found him here, any chance of going any further than this was gone for the night. And he was done waiting, done letting his urges and lusts twist and churn inside his gut.
Out of desperation, he levitated over the top doll from her toy pile, which sat just a few feet behind her crib. Princess Flurry Heart’s sobs didn’t stop, though, even when he plopped the bright blue stuffed colt atop her tiny little chest. She just screwed up her eyes even tighter; each sob made her massive cock flex even harder. It swayed from side to side as she squirmed, smacking meatily against the sides of her crib and drooling precum down onto the floor below.
“Sshh. Sshh. Sshh.” Shining’s horn shimmered as he danced the little toy up and down her belly. He made the colt dance and pirouette, pose and jump—but it did no good. Finally, at the end of his rope, Shining released the toy, letting it slide down her chest. It hit the surface of her crotch with a silent impact, its soft, cottony surface squishing against the side of her turgid, immovable shaft.
Flurry Heart’s cries stopped immediately. Her eyes widened, and she cooed—at first softly, then more loudly as the remaining sparks of Shining’s aura shimmered against her member. Shining’s eyes widened, but he visibly relaxed once he was sure that she wasn’t about to start crying again. All the tension fled his shoulders, and he released a heavy breath.
“Heh,” he mumbled, grinning weakly down at her, “You like that, do ya?” His horn glimmered again, and the soft toy began to glide up and down his daughter’s pre-slick length. Flurry Heart burbled and cooed happily—it almost sounded as though she were moaning, giggling with delight as he rubbed the little stuffed colt against her throbbing shaft. Shining clenched his teeth, his grin twitching as he realized that he was all but giving his daughter a hoofjob—and, by the increased volume of pre drizzling down her shaft, she was certainly enjoying herself.
“There,” he said softly. He released his magic, and let the toy slip down the side of her shaft. It landed between the cleavage of her balls, its fabric matted and sticky with her copious pre. “That’s better, isn’t it?” She blinked curiously up at him, her big eyes wide and inquisitive.
Shining took a deep breath. His daughter’s scent filled his lungs, and he shuddered with pleasure. He should have been horrified, should have been guilty, should have been furious—but instead he felt only lust, arousal filling up in his veins like blood. He exhaled, his eyes falling shut as he leaned in closer toward that mountainous pillar of meat, that drooling, magnificent stallionhood.
Flurry Heart may have been just a baby, but her cock was a specimen all its own. Ponies had no concept of an “alpha,” not as such, and yet Shining felt a need to bow, to submit, to present himself before it. As he watched her infant daughter’s cock twitch, a single fat drop of precum rolling down the side of her shaft before splashing over her enormous, churning nuts, he knew in his heart that she owned him.
Without realizing it, he’d begun to rub his cheek against her. Smooth, turgid cockflesh pressed against his soft, furry cheeks, leaving them smeared and matted with pre. Shining moaned softly, one hoof going back between his legs to stroke his own throbbing, comparatively pathetic erection. His nostrils flared as he greedily sucked in more of her scent, groaning with desire as he nuzzled against a particularly thick vein. Below him, Flurry Heart giggled and cooed, evidently more than happy to feel her Daddy’s soft touch to her stallionhood.
Shining’s lips gently parted; his breath came in slow, heavy gasps, his muzzle twitching with need. His tongue pushed past his lips and lapped at the pre-slick side of her shaft; as he curled it against her length, he came away with a glistening, musky glob of precum that weighed heavily on his tongue. Driven by instinct, he swallowed it. Shining moaned, his body trembling at the thick, salty taste of his daughter’s arousal.
One day, the thought came, her own efforts would not be enough for her. She would approach him, mount him, perhaps—and who would he be to deny her? Her father, who had moaned over her cock in the crib, who had watched her near-impregnate her own mother mere seconds out of the womb. Her father, who had lusted for her since the first drop of precum had come gently rolling down her shaft.
Of course she would take him. He would lower himself down, prepare himself as she took him in any way she pleased. Shining’s thoughts whirled, guilt warring with pleasure warring with sick, twisted fantasies. She was stallion enough for the two of them, and given enough time… He shivered with mindless anticipation. Gods, but how big would she get? He could see her in his mind’s eye now: her cock, eternally erect; her balls, their oceans of cum neverending. Big and virile enough to shame any stallion the world over, let alone him…
Flurry Heart’s lower lip trembled, and a distressed whimper escaped her lips. Shining realized he’d paused in his nuzzling of her shaft, and wondered just how aware she was. She was an infant, and yet...to grow up knowing that your father, your shamed, small-cocked daddy (by comparison, at least), all but worshipped the organ between your legs, wanted to pleasure you, wanted to please you—and knowing that a mere snap of your hooves would bring him running.
Shining grinned weakly down at her. “Getting impatient, huh, sweetie?” he murmured. His nose brushed against her pre-slick shaft, and Flurry Heart gurgled softly. “Don’t worry. Daddy’s going to take good care of you.”
Now that he’d come this far, the decision to step even further was almost easy. The simple taste of her precum on his tongue had been an aphrodisiac beyond anything that Shining had ever even contemplated; his own cock was at full mast between his legs, drooling a comparatively pathetic stream of his own arousal. He longed to gulp down more of his daughter’s sweet, salty juices—needed to taste her thick, musky cum on his lips and fill his belly with her seed.
Trembling, his knees shaking and his heart pounding in his chest, Shining pulled his head up to “eye-level” with his daughter’s flare, hesitated, and then leaned forward, his lips slowly parting.
He moaned as he took the first half of her flared head into his mouth—not even all of it, just half, the whole thing being far too wide to fit easily. He should have been proud, should have been intimidated, but instead all he felt was lust, desire, submission. Going a bit further, he opened his lips enough to take the whole head of his daughter’s cock, and heard his jaw creak as the pressure of it forced his mouth just a little bit too wide.
Oh, the size of it. Shining moaned as he pushed his lips further down. The flurried curves of his daughter’s flare bulged against his cheeks, scraping against his gums as he pushed her cock further down his throat. His tongue, cornered by her girth, wriggled pathetically as he suckled on her massive tool, doing its best to pleasure the fat vein running up the underside of her shaft. As he felt the tip of her urethra brush against his tonsils, Shining heard his baby daughter moan, and knew that he was doing well.
That’s right, Princess, he thought, struggling not to choke around his daughter’s girth. That’s right, little girl. See how much of your cock Daddy can take. See how it—nngh—sticks down his throat. He swallowed more of her shaft, inches of immense girth bulging out his cheeks and throat as more and more precum gushed down his throat. He moaned, the vibrations of his esophagus only milking more of the salty-sweet pre from his daughter’s heavy balls. Below him, Princess Flurry Heart cooed, and Shining felt himself smile.
Up and down he went, his lips clenched tight around her mast. Each pump of his neck let him take a little more, an additional inch here and there, until finally he felt his lips push against her medial ring. He strained, grunting as he tried to push further down, but knew he could go no further.
How’s that, sweetie? he thought, sweat beading on his forehead. He grunted, and tried to swish his tongue alongside his daughter’s shaft as he pulled his muzzle back up. He could feel his throat contracting as Flurry Heart’s endowment slid back up, her flare filling his mouth once more before he plunged his muzzle back down. So big that you’ve defeated your father’s very attempts to suck you off—not only big enough to make me look like a filly, but big enough to keep me from servicing you as a mare, either.
Tears born of pressure and shame beaded at the corners of his eyes, and his cock throbbed all the harder as he suckled on his infant daughter’s cock like she would suckle at a bottle’s lip. Below him she squirmed, cooing and moaning, her massive balls churning fatter with seed despite her absolute innocence and ignorance of what he was doing to her—or what she was doing to her. Fuck your Daddy’s face, Shining chanted silently to himself, his mantra of shame and lust. Jizz down my throat. Use me as your tight little cocksock. Cum—
He tasted it before he felt it: a salty, almost spicy musk that filled his lungs completely. He breathed in, and Flurry Heart’s cock trembled, her fat, gargantuan shaft shuddering with pressure, her flare bulging out impossibly wide in Shining’s cheeks. He shivered, feeling lightheaded as drips of precum began to leak from the corners of his mouth, his daughter’s mighty shaft quivering with lust as her balls swelled and groaned and contracted—
The only words for the explosion of cum that followed were “tidal wave.” Shining’s throat was slammed with a thick, musky blast of jizz, a torrent of spunk that stuffed his throat full and funnelled straight down to his stomach. His sides heaved as he struggled to take it all, the sheer volume of his daughter’s orgasm almost impossible to comprehend. His daughter’s cock lurched and flexed, effortlessly yanking his muzzle from side to side while the pressure of her flare kept his cheeks locked firmly in place. Shining’s eyes watered, his throat contracting around the thick girth of her shaft as it throbbed with rope after rope of her cum.
Cupfuls—no, quarts—of her seed washed down his throat, with more than a gallon of her batter cascading into his stomach within the first five seconds. And still, she came, her cock throbbing powerfully, her massive balls seemingly limitless in their capacity for more. Shining moaned around his infant daughter’s shaft, every throb, every pulse of her heartbeat striking his body like a bell; each splatter of thick, oozing cum down his throat drew another grunt from his chest, his body writhing around her length. His own shaft pulsed and throbbed, dribbles of his own pre pooling on the ground as he gurgled around Flurry Heart’s orgasming length.
There was so much. He moaned like a filly in heat. Oh, gods, but there was too much. His belly felt so full, so taut, so bloated—he lowered a hoof to his middle and felt a massive sphere protruding from his torso, a sloshing, gurgling cum-gut that was only swelling by the second. It had already almost reached his knees, and still, Princess Flurry Heart came.
Shining’s pitiful erection pressed against his growing belly, his stiff, almost painfully hard erection sinking into the soft bloat of his jizz-filled gut. He groaned, his thoughts swirling as sensations of satisfaction, of submission, of pleasure for pleasing his daughter made every nerve in his brain light up with excitement. She was delicious, she was bountiful, she was the most incredible thing he’d ever tasted—
And yet—it was too much. Guzzling and gulping turned to panicked, wide-eyed gurgling as he realized this. There was too much cum. Shining grunted, twisted, moaning as another heavy splurt made his fat cum-gut stretch down below his knees. His daughter was pumping him far more full of her seed than he’d even imagined possible. And she was only a baby—in the years to come, would they find mares and stallions alike moaning in her room, bellies bloated so much with her seed that their heads brushed up against the ceiling, and their legs waggled ineffectually at their sides. Another groan slipped past Shining’s lips, his jaw creaking as his daughter’s cock bulged bigger and fatter in his muzzle. He couldn’t—he couldn’t get that big. Cadance would see—Cadance would know—and besides, he was growing legitimately fearful of the chance he might just pop.
But her cock was too large! He grunted, trying to yank his muzzle off of her shaft. No luck. A whimpering, submissive thrust of his muzzle forward had pushed her flare far down his throat, where the wide, curved edges had lodged it solidly in place. Shining whimpered, gurgling as he tried to squeeze himself off of her shaft. Another lurch of her cock bulged his neck out, her cock splurting out another quart of jizz to deposit directly into his belly. Already, he could feel it approaching his ankles, the skin around it growing tighter and tighter as his daughter’s massive balls churned with more and more seed.
In the end, it wasn’t even Shining’s efforts that released him at all. He did manage to pull his head back just far enough for his daughter’s flare to be stuck just barely past the back of his mouth—and then a huge, powerful throb of Flurry Heart’s cock sent a massive wad of cum exploding down his throat. The force of the impact against his throat sent him shooting backward, his mouth slipping off around her flare with a loud, wet “pop”! Shining went crashing down onto the carpeted floor, moaning, as his daughter’s ongoing orgasm continued to splatter him with cum.
After a good five seconds more, Flurry Heart was finally finished. Her cock flexed a final time, launched a thick glob of jizz the size of his hoof up toward the ceiling—where it stuck—and then drew to a long, shuddering halt. Shining drew in a deep breath, groaning weakly as lines of cum drooled from the corners of his mouth. He felt so big, so huge, so heavy—and that was besides the several layers of thick, creamy spunk that his baby girl had covered him with from head to hoof.
“Oh, f-fuck,” he wheezed. His erection pressed into the underside of his belly, oozing precum; he tried to wrap his hooves around his middle and found he couldn’t, his wrists sinking deep into his plump, bloated gut without meeting. “F-fuck!”
He’d never been more aroused. He could hear his heart beating like stampeding hooves in his chest; could hear his daughter’s happy, gurgling cries warming his chest and stiffening his cock; could hear the slow, crescendoing thump-thump of hooves against stone—
Shining’s eyes shot open wide. Somepony was approaching the room.
Oh, no.
With a grunt, he tried to heave himself to his hooves. His first attempt failed; the force of his legs did little more than sway his belly forward, after which it immediately flopped back and crushed him to the ground. Shining groaned, his vision swimming as he struggled to get up. His second attempt was more successful; this time, he managed to roll around his sphere of a belly, bracing his body with his right hooves and pushing upward with his left.
He got to his hooves panting, his eyes wide and panicked. The hoofsteps were getting closer. Wildly, he looked around the room. There was no place to hide—the small mountain of stuffed animals behind the crib was too small to hide him normally, let alone his bloated, cum-sloshing belly. There was no other door for him to escape from. Except…
His gaze latched onto the closet door at the side of the room. Perfect. Frantically, as quickly as he could without making noise, Shining trotted over to the closet, his heart pounding in his chest with each step the pony outside took toward the room. He had to bite his lip, stifling a moan as his swaying, swollen belly rubbed against his cock, forcing a few more drops of precum onto the stained carpet below. The girth of it forced him to waddle, his muscular body oddly unbalanced as he swayed and lurched toward the closet door.
The door clicked shut behind him. Shining slumped against the wall, groaning softly and cradling his gut in his hooves. It sloshed and gurgled, doing its best to digest its large, liquid meal.
Outside, it wasn’t a second after the closet door closed that the nursery door opened. Shining held his breath, watching through the slits in the door as Cadance’s slender pink figure stepped into the room, her wings tucked neatly against her sides. He kept himself perfectly still, thankful that the closet’s interior was completely dark, but praying silently that she wouldn’t come close enough to hear his belly gurgle.
Even from here, he could see her eyes go wide. “Oh, Celestia,” he heard Cadance gasp. “What a mess.”
Even cloaked in the darkness of the closet, Shining felt one corner of his muzzle twitch upward into a smile. What a mess indeed. He patted his belly silently, feeling it squish and tremble with its voluminous contents.
That’s my little girl.
