Unicornered

Pumpkin laid there in the dark room. The door opened, and she could see her father's silhouette in the hallway. His erection as hard as ever. She kept her eyes mostly closed, watching him as he silently opened the door and walked inside, over to her bed. He peeled back the covers and looked over her naked form, laying there. He reared up and grabbed her hind legs, pulling her butt to the edge of the bed aggressively. Pumpkin could not pretend to have not noticed.

"Daddy!?" He ignored her and brought the tip of his dick to her tight, virgin pussy. "Daddy! What are you doing!?"

"You brought this on yourself, Pumpkin. You knew what you were doing to me! You played with fire, my child. Now reap the blaze!" She shoved himself forward, penetrating her hard. She cried out. She hadn't expected it to go like this. Not like this. She tried to call to her magic to defend herself but somehow she couldn't. "Oh no. The only thing you're going to be using your magic for is to take this hex off me!" he growled, fucking her harder. "Let me cum!"

"You'll pull out right?"

"No! I'm gonna get you good and pregnant. And then I'm gonna make your brother 'pound' you while I watch!"

"Daddy! No!"

"Let me cum! Let me cum! Let me cum!"

Pumpkin's head popped off the pillow. She neither got a full night's sleep, nor woke with a clear head. The only thing that was clear was her sheets, soaked with her sweat and pony-knows-what-else. Her whole body was on fire. Her mane itched. It felt like her teeth were buzzing.

Sleep came in short naps. Her eyes would close only just long enough for her to have an incredibly vivid dream and then for her to wake. Each dream was about her father. Each became more erotic than the last. The long hours of the night grew so late that it was early. Her dreams delved into kink that her secret shame would take to the grave.

After many more fitful dreams, her eyes turned and looked at the clock on her nightstand.

4:59 AM

Her hoof was already moving by the time it changed, silencing the alarm before it even sounded. She climbed out of bed and gathered up her soiled linen. She closed her bedroom door behind her. The miasma of her stink was too much even for her. She brought her sheets down to the laundry room and put them in to wash. Then she went back upstairs to shower, herself. Just enough to rinse herself off of sweat. The massaging-pulse setting on the shower wand called to her. And she was sorely tempted. But she was already running behind schedule. And she kept her eyes on the prize.

Speaking of...

She toweled off and stepped out into the hallway. Her father was still snoring away in his bedroom. He would no doubt have intense morning wood. It would be so easy to just slip into bed and cuddle with him. Half-asleep, he would mistake her for her mom and accept her advances and then he'd put it-

Pumpkin pushed the thoughts from her mind. She didn't want to win through deceit. She wanted him to want her. She willed herself to tie her tail up into a tight bun, go straight downstairs, and put on her apron. She had been work-before-play her whole life and today was no exception. She would work harder than she ever had before, and then after, play even harder.

She flipped switches, turned knobs, and pushed buttons. The lights of the bakery came up and the exhaust fans thrummed to life along with the ovens. She put the first set of items into the ovens and set the timers. In 6 short hours, all would be done and they would close the shop early. All she needed to do was just follow her own schedule and focus on her work. Her father wouldn't have to do a single thing aside from minding the counter.

By the time it was six in the morning, she was already on a roll. Her fur was damp with perspiration. Just beyond the din of the kitchen, she could hear the thumping of heavy hoof steps coming down the stairs slowly. She put the next part of her plan into motion. She quickly dipped her hoof between her legs and got it wet with her arousal and smeared it across the base of her neck, mixed with her sweat. He shuffled into the kitchen and before he had a chance to put on his apron, she dashed over to him, quickly giving him a tight hug.

"Happy Father's Day!" she said, making sure to get as much of her on him as she could. Her hooves wiped whatever was left on them into his mane, ensuring that he would be surrounded by her scent at all times during the day. He stiffened at first from the surprise embrace so early in the morning. His eyes had bags under them. It seemed that he had not slept well either.

"Uh, thank you, sweetie. You're up early."

"I told you, I'm gonna work extra hard so we can have everything done to close early today!"

"Oh. Okay. But did you-"

"Whatever it is you're about to ask, the answer is I already took care of it. All you have to do is mind the counter." She gave him a peck on the cheek and turned on her hoof to get back to work. She looked back at him catching him glancing at her exposed nethers under her tail bun for an instant before his eyes met hers. "Relax. This is your day, Daddy."

Carrot quickly grabbed an apron and tied it snugged onto him. He turned to go to check the counter case inventory before opening the store. She could clearly see the bulge of his stiff erection through the bottom of the apron. His morning wood was back with a vengeance. That is, if it had ever gone away in the first place.

The first pony to come to the shop wasn't a customer. It was the mail mare. Pumpkin trotted from the kitchen to retrieve the mail but her father stopped her.

"If you're going to wear your tail like that, then you need to stay off the shop floor."

"Why?" she asked, knowing perfectly well why. He shooed her back into the kitchen without further explanation and walked to the door, opening it for the wall-eyed pegasus. He took his mail from the carrier in exchanged for her morning muffin. Pumpkin stayed out of sight, but she could still just barely hear them over the din of the kitchen appliances.

"Hey, can I talk to you for a second?" he asked her. She nodded. "Dinky is your daughter, right? She's a unicorn and you're a pegasus. That must have been tough raising her."

"Oh, it was sometimes," she replied.

"When Dinky got older, like, when she was becoming a mare... how did you deal with that? Because Cup Cake is out of town and my Pumpkin has been acting very strangely lately. I'm afraid I'm in a bit over my head here."

"Oh. Oh, that!" She blushed and shuffled her hooves a bit. "Well I don't know if it's the same for colts, but it's tough for any filly going through that change. All they can think about is... that. Thinking about getting it, no matter who they get it from."

"I guess that's not so different from being a colt," he said. "So what do I do?"

"Oh, I don't think there's much you can do," she said.

"Why not? Because I'm a stallion?" he asked. She reached up and tapped him on the forehead. He sighed. "Because I'm an earth pony." She nodded.

"What a unicorn wants..." she blushed harder "... a unicorn gets."

"That's what I'm afraid of," he said with a frown. "Thanks for the advice.

"You're welcome." Her carefree smiled returned. "Good luck!" She turned and flew off to her next delivery address. Carrot just stood there in the shop doorway a moment longer. Her turned the sign from 'closed' to 'open' and headed back inside. Once the shop was open, he seemed to stay out of the kitchen as much as possible. He only went in to bring out fresh-baked items. She knew he wouldn't let her bring them out onto the store floor with her tail up in a bun like that.

The upside to working so hard and keeping busy was that time seemed to fly by. For her at least. She could only imagine how his day must have been going, just standing there at the counter. Her scent in his fur and visions of her behind seared into his mind. There wasn't a time she saw him that day when he didn't have a bulge in his apron. The town clock tower chimed noon.

Throughout the morning Pumpkin had been snacking on a few baking imperfections. Standard practice. There wasn't really time to take a lunch break. Especially in food retail. Carrot grabbed a bagel with cream cheese for himself between customers. But the lunch rush had ponies lined to the door. It was non-stop until the last pony left some time after 1:00.

"Done!" Pumpkin announced, wiping the sweat from her cheek. "It's the afternoon lull. Can we close early now?"

"What about ponies picking up orders this afternoon?

"I had all the orders for today scheduled for pick up this morning."

"Oh. Well still..."

"We got it all done. Come on, let's take a half-day. You promised!" She hugged him and looked up with her begging eyes. "Pweeze?" He winced as she pushed as much of herself against her as she could.

"Okay. Fine! Just... stop that." Pumpkin beamed and nearly pranced and she went to flip the sign to 'closed' and locked the door. "Now then, what is it that you want to do now?" he asked.

"It's a surprise!" she said.

"You know how much I love surprises," he deadpanned. Which Pumpkin knew was to say, not at all. Living with Pinkie Pie all those years and her near constant 'surprises' had left the poor stallion more shell-shocked than most Royal Guard veterans.

"You'll like it, I promise." She moved in to hug him again. He put a hoof up to stop her.

"Before I do anything, I need a shower," he said. Between the two of them, she was the one that had clearly been perspiring more. But from the bulge in his apron she knew it had nothing to do with getting clean for him as he headed upstairs.

She heard the water running upstairs. She knew he was trying to 'deal with himself', but it would do him no good. Her hex was still firmly in place. As for herself...

She chewed her lip as she finished sweeping the store floor. She had been on fire all day. She managed to keep herself distracted by focusing on her work. But now it was going to just be her and her father. She didn't know if she would be able to keep from jumping his bones the instant he came out of the shower. She would need some help.

She walked upstairs quietly. Passing by the bathroom she could hear the rhythmic splashing of her father trying to clop.

"Come on, come on," he groaned in frustration.

Soon, Pumpkin thought. She headed to her parents' room and opened her mother drawer again. She needed help dealing with her sex drive, and had just the bottle for it. She took a couple tablets and chewed them up for the fastest effect. It tasted awful. Before she even managed to close the drawer again she felt herself get flush. Her face felt hot. It was like the fire inside her had just been doused with fuel. She grabbed the bottle of Zesper and peeled back the label.

Zesper: For help with arousal.
A slow-release aid to increase arousal and libido in older mares. Take two tablets per day. One in the morning, one at night. Do not take more than one at once. Swallow whole, do not chew!

"Oh shit." She put the bottle back and closed the drawer. Walking back out into the hallway she could hear the shower still running. "I need a shower too, Dad," she shouted through the door. It was true. She was sweating profusely now.

"I'm- uh, I'm almost... finished," he said.

"It's been twenty minutes. Leave some hot water for me!"

"I... grrr, fine! I'll be out in a second!" She could hear the water valves squeaking. A minute later the water turned off. He came out with a towel wrapped around him and scooted past her to his room quickly.

She walked into the shower stall. The tile was chilly. He must have turned the water to cold as a last ditch effort. She adjusted the knobs and turned on the warm water. She rinsed her sweat quickly without soap and then grabbed the shower head wand. She was very grateful that her mother had insisted on having it installed. She set it to 'massaging pulse' and pointed at her backside. It wasn't her first time doing so, but it was the first time that she had cum so quickly. But just like any quickie, it was like an unsatisfying appetizer, leaving her wanting for more.

The filly had no patience for building up her climaxes. She only tried to cum as fast and as much as possible. But each one, while pleasurable, still left her wanting for something more. She didn't just want to cum. She wanted cock. Carrot's cock. She craved it. Her every thought was bent on it. She wouldn't wait to be filled with it.

She came especially hard at the fantasy. Her magic faltered and she dropped the wand. The water shot in random directions, catching her in the face and stirring her from her daydreaming. She caught her breath and turned off the water. She had her senses back for the time being. Her little session had at least taken the crazed edge off of her arousal.

"Right. Movie time."

She toweled herself dry and trotted downstairs to the kitchen to grab a drink before heading back upstairs.

"Excuse me?" Carrot asked his daughter as she walked into his bedroom.

"It's movie time," she said, nodding toward the only TV in the house, in his bedroom.

"I mean that," he said, pointing at her bottle of cider.

"What? I'm old enough. It's a special occasion."

"Hmmf. What would your mother say?"

"She would probably say 'make mine a cucumber daiquiri'. I know she's not a fan of cider. Would you like one?"

"Actually, yeah. That actually does sound pretty good right now."

"I'll make one right now," she said. "Sit tight."

She went back down to the kitchen and took out the blender, a cucumber, some ice, and booze. She blended the ice into a slushie, and grabbed a knife to slice the cucumber. As she held it, she felt a pang, a need to be filled. With something. Anything. She glanced at the stairs to make sure he hadn't come down after her. She grabbed a glass and placed it on the floor under her. She grabbed the vegetable with her magic and pressed to to her needy marehood. The smooth cylinder of it slipped in with ease. It filled her and cooled her a bit, but it did little else without any texture. Her pussy winked and dripped. Several droplets splashing into the glass.

She pulled the cuke out. It was dripping with her juices. She cut it in half and tossed one half into the blender. She added liquor and grabbed a glass. Her hoof got more of her wetness onto the rim of the glass as she placed it on a platter. She poured in the daiquiri and added a slice to the rim as a garnish. She carried the platter upstairs with her magic and presented it to him.

"Tada!" she said. He took the glass and plucked the slice of cucumber that had just been deep inside his daughter, and tossed it into his mouth, chewing it up and swallowing it.

"Mmm." He took a sip of his drink. His nostrils flared reflexively. "It's... sweet. What did you add to this?"

"Sugar and spice and everything nice," she sang.

"That's what little fillies are made of," he finished the verse. "So what are we watching?"

"We could get caught up on Game of Drones," she suggested.

"You're-"

"Not too young for that either," she cut him off.

"Hmmf. Fine. Where did we leave off?" he asked. She turned on the TV and put the disc in the player.

"The Lunar Guard were heading into the Frozen North to look for the White Trotters."

"Oh, right. And they had just gotten to that pony's house to stay for the night," he remembered. She bent down in front of him to start the disc player.

"Crastor's Stable," she reminded him, turning to join him on the bed. He strategically laid forward on his belly, propping himself up with his elbows. She started the episode and sat beside him. The episode played, with lines of dialogue inter-cut with scenes of action, as was usually the case.

"So... Mom's having another foal huh?" Pumpkin asked.

"It seems so," Carrot said. "Do you think it'll be a colt or a filly?" Pumpkin shrugged. "I guess the bigger question is if it'll be an earth pony or not."

"Probably not."

"You think it'll be another unicorn or pegasus?"

"Pegasus."

"Why do you say that?" he asked. Pumpkin sipped her drink.

"Call it a hunch."

They turned their attention back to the TV.

"Wait, so he's just one stallion living there?" Carrot asked. "And all those fillies...?"

"His daughters," Pumpkin said.

"Where's his wife?"

"..." Pumpkin sipped her drink.

"Wives?"

"..."

"Then where are all these fillies coming from?" he asked.

"Well, when a stallion and a mare love each other very much-"

"Wait. He's having daughters with his daughters!?" Carrot asked. Pumpkin nodded.

"It's a show made by changelings. That sort of thing is normal for them."

"Fathers and daughters? That doesn't strike you as... off-putting?"

"I never heard Ocellus complain."

"What?"

"I said, we learned about changeling culture in Twilight's School of Friendship."

As the episode concluded, The visiting Lunar Guards killed Crastor and began raping all of his daughters.

"Well it's not their father doing it with them anymore but... I can't say that their situation has improved."

"At least he was taking care of them and protecting them, even if he was having sex with them."

"I suppose. But a father shouldn't do that."

"If two ponies love each other... it shouldn't matter."

"I wouldn't call what Crastor was doing 'love'. And it's still incest."

"Incest or not, it was clearly better than... this," she said.

The scene began to devolve into bordering on pornographic.

"I can see why this show is so popular," he said.

"It appeals to the stallion fantasy," she said.

"The stallion fantasy?"

"A herd of young mares to see your needs. Especially stallions with a high sex drive. Just one mare can't keep up. But I'm sure you know all about that."

"You have quite a vivid imagination."

"Dad, give me a break. You don't think I don't understand what's been going on with you and Mom?"

"That- that is entirely not your business! I shouldn't have even said anything before."

"Sure it is. It's Father's Day. And I just want my Daddy to be happy. And that means seeing to his every need." She moved in front of him, bringing her face closer to his.

"No it doesn't! Pumpkin!" He tried to move backwards while keeping himself on his belly.

"But I want to, Daddy. And I know you want me to, as well."

"That's not true!" His butt reached the headboard and she moved closer.

"Your mouth says no, but your body..." Her magic moved him to sit upright. The erection he had been trying to hide sprang up from under him. "... is saying otherwise."

"Pumpkin, it's not, I mean-" He scrambled to cover himself with his hooves.

"Is that for me?" she asked, fluttering her eyelashes.

"No! It's- I don't know why it's... It's not you!"

"But Daddy, I'm the only mare here. So it can't be for anypony else. Is it because you think I'm pretty?"

"No!"

"You don't think I'm pretty?"

"Pumpkin I- of course you're pretty. But that's not what this is about."

"Is it because you think I'm sexy?"

"P-P-Pumpkin!" he stammered. Her magic took a hold of his legs and pulled him back down along the mattress, laying him on his back. He moved to get up but her magic held his hooves down with arcane manacles. He was bound supine on the bed, fully exposed to her.

"You must think I'm sexy for it to have gotten so hard and big," she said, admiring her father's penis. "And it IS big. So are your balls. They look so heavy and full. No wonder if Mom never empties them anymore."

"Pumpkin, stop this! Let me go!"

"The cuffs don't get off until you do," she explained. "Come on, Daddy. You don't have to pretend that you don't want this, too. I've seen you staring at my flank. And you've been hard for me all day."

"Pumpkin, we can't! It's- it wouldn't be fair you your mother!"

"Oh no? And her leaving you and your needs like this is fair?"

"That's completely different!"

"I just want you to be happy, Daddy." She squatted over him. Her pussy was dripping with anticipation. Warm droplets fell onto his shaft. "And you would make me so happy too."

"We shouldn't!"

"Tell me you don't want this." She rubbed her pussy with her hoof and held it to his face. "Tell me you don't want me to sit on your face and bury your muzzle in my pussy. "Tell me you don't want me to take your long hard dick deep in my pussy. You know that's the only thing that can get you off."

"We can't!"

"That not what I asked. Daddy, tell me you don't want me to. Tell me. And don't lie. I know you want me. Don't you?" She glared at him. He tried to look anywhere else but his eyes kept running over her body and back to her eyes. He broke down. "Yes?" He clenched his eyes and nodded. She lowered herself down and pressed her warm pussy against the side of his shaft, pinning it against his belly and sliding back and forth along its length. He throbbed harder under her and he grunted. "You like that?"

"Fucking Tartarus what's wrong with me!?"

"It's not wrong for you to want me, Daddy."

"Yes it is! I'm a terrible parent!" he cried. She lifted herself up and moved forward to straddle his face.

"You're no worse than Mom."

"What do you mea-mmmfff-" she cut him off as she sat on his mouth.

"Shh. It's lunch time."

He hesitated at first. The willpower of his morality kept his mouth closed, resisting just a little longer. But his nose was in ground zero of lustful filly heat. She rocked back and forth and rolled her hips, moving her lips against his. She could feel his warm breath blowing from his nostrils against her wet pussy. She slid a little more forward. He clitoris winked out and gave his snout a tiny, wet boop.

She could see the last shred of resistance had evaporated when he opened her mouth and began to lick her. By the stars! No hoof, shower head, or magic could compare to another pony's tongue! And she could tell that he knew what he was doing, too. Even with his hooves restrained as they were, he could still move his head. And it was something he took full advantage of.

His tongue was as long as the rest of him. And he really got into her. It wasn't just a boring up and down lapping. His movements were unpredictable, laying it flat for wide laps, and then holding it firm to probe deeper into her honey hole. He gave her clit little licks now and then, but made a point of deliberately avoiding it, denying her the climax she was so desperate to get.

"F-fuck, Daddy! That's so good!" He licked her harder and faster. The knot inside her tummy pulled tighter and tighter. But he was still avoiding that one spot that would send her over the top. And she was tired of waiting any longer. She reached down and gripped his orange mane in her hooves and held him still. She humped forward and ground herself against his chin and mouth, and, at last, pressing her clit against his nose. She winked again in time with her next push. The knot snapped. "Daddy!!!"

Pumpkin arched her back and her pussy gushed her nectar into his waiting mouth. He swallowed what made it in, but it went everywhere, soaking his face, his mane, his pillow, and the bedding all around him. Her whole body shook as she came until she collapsed and fell forward. A wet sputtering and gasping made her leap back up, letting him breathe.

"Sorry, sorry!" she apologized. She leaned down and kissed him. Hard. He had only just caught his breath when she took it away again. She could taste herself on him, in his mouth as she explored it with her tongue. His met hers and he kissed her back. He had to break the kiss and turn his head to the side to cough again. "Are you okay?" she asked. He nodded again, to her relief.

"Here, let me make it up to you," she said. She slid down along his body and moved between his legs. She took his cock in her hooves and slowly rubbed it as she marveled at its size. "I don't know why Mom wouldn't want to do that all night and all day," she said as she stroked him. "That was incredible!"

"Baby, you gotta realize, we have to spend all day working and looking after you two. By the time we get to bed, she's usually exhausted."

"I bet you must get tired too. Daddy needs a little tender loving care," she said, looking up at him from his cock. "Carrying these heavy balls all day." She punctuated it by taking one of his balls into her mouth and gently sucking on it. "So full. Let's get these emptied." She moved to the other one and did the same thing, swirling her tongue. "Maybe Mom just needs a little help taking care of Daddy." She ran her tongue up along his length. "Maybe in my bedroom." She licked and kissed the tip of his dick. "Maybe every night from now on." She put it in her mouth and sucked, taking as much as she could, which wasn't much before she gagged and coughed. But it served to get him plenty wet.

"Are you okay?" he asked. She nodded.

"I am gonna practice at that."

"Sweetie..."

"No I mean it. I am going to practice sucking your dick until I can do it better than Mom."

"Well you're already winning since you're at least willing to try," he said. She frowned.

"Oh, Daddy!" She moved up along his body to hug him. He couldn't return her hug as his hooves were still bound to the bed by her magic. "Poor Daddy. Well I'm gonna make it all better." As she laid there on top of him she could feel the tip of his dick prodding at her behind. "I know some place else we can put it." She shimmied backward against it. The tip pressed against her tight, virgin entrance. But she was plenty wet and so was he. She had him line up. All she needed to do was push back and stretch little more, and the tip would pop inside her. She would be deflowered by her father.

"Pumpkin, wait!" he cried out. She stopped and moved away from his penis.

"Oh, did you want to watch it happen?" She stood up and squatted over him again. She grabbed his cock with her magic and aimed it upright at her pussy. She lowered herself down and pressed herself against his tip again. She worked it against her tight entrance, trying harder and harder to get it inside her.

"Pumpkin, please! I shouldn't be the pony that does this with you. And I definitely shouldn't be the first one to do it."

"Even though I want you to?"

"Yes!"

"Even though you want to?"

"This isn't about what I want."

"You're right, Daddy. It's about what you need. And I know you need to cum."

"What?"

"I know you haven't been able to get off. Ever since you started thinking about me, nothing else will get you to climax except this." She pointed at her insistent fillyhood. "But that's exactly what I'm going to do for you. Because I love you." She pressed down just a bit more and the broad tip of his shaft finally popped inside of her tight lips.

"Pumpkin, stop before you-" She slid lower down. He winced in anticipation, but his expression shifted to surprise. "You- you said you were a virgin. What happened to your..."

"Daddy, just because I haven't had sex, doesn't mean I haven't played with myself before. After all, where did you think that cucumber was before you ate it?" She smirked. She slid lower down until his medial ring reached her lips. She bobbed her hips where she squatted, getting him slick with her copious wetness. It dripped down along his shaft until he was coated down past his ring. On her next pass downward she pushed herself past his half-way point. "Oww!" she whined.

"Are you okay?" he asked. Her arrogance had brought her a bitter sting of reality. She just waited there, not moving until the discomfort passed. She opened her eyes and looked down at herself. The hardest part was passed. Now she could slide the rest of the way down without any other-

"Oof!" Pumpkin grunted as he bottomed out inside her. She clutched her belly where her father's bulge was inside her, pressing against her cervix, with just two more inches outside her to go.

"Yeah, that's what happened with your mother, too," he said. "She wasn't able to take it all at first."

"But she was able to, eventually?"

"Well, yeah. After having a couple foals she was a bit more..." he tried to think of something to say besides 'loose' or 'stretched out'. "Her muscles were more relaxed."

"Oh. Well that's easy." She focused her magic on herself, targeting her vagina with the muscle relaxation spell. "And while that kicks in, lets get this Father's Day party going again!" Her legs flexed and extended, lifting herself up and lowering back down again as he watched her bouncing on his very hard dick. He had been so on edge the last couple of days she feared he would blow right away. But just as the last few times, his release eluded him.

"What do you say we break that curse?" she asked.

"Curse?"

"Oh yes. The curse on your dick. The one keeping you from cumming."

"What!?"

"Yes, Daddy. Your dick is cursed. The only way you can cum is if you're inside me," she said. Her horn glowed and changed the condition of the hex in his prostate. She could see the relief in his eyes as soon as she did. She could tell he was about to cum.

"Oh my gosh!" he groaned and tried to roll his hips to get her off of him. She tumbled sideways and slipped off of his dick and then off the bed. As soon as he had pulled out of her, the hex snapped back into place. He yowled out as he felt himself being stopped from cumming yet again.

"I told you Daddy, the only way you can cum is if your penis is touching inside my vagina."

"You- you need to get a condom then!" he said. She could see that his nerves were getting frayed.

"It wouldn't be touching then, would it?" She asked. Not waiting for an answer she climbed back on top and impaled herself back on his dick. She pushed herself down further. She had hoped that her muscle relaxer spell would help her vagina stretch deeper. But instead it made the tight muscles of her cervix fall slack.

"Sweetie! You're in heat! You could get pregnant!"

"Just like Mom." What had been a firm barrier before inside her, began to give like putty. "Except I'm going to get pregnant from you!"

"Wait, what!?"

"Oh Daddy. How did you think I was so sure that it's going to be a pegasus?" she asked. "I can hear them through the wall every night! Mom and Pound."

"Pound!?"

"Did you really think Mom needed him to go with her to deliver a box of eclairs!? They've probably been doing the same thing we're doing now. Rutting like animals behind your back!"

"That little motherfucker!" he growled.

"Your words." She was close, so close to cumming again. She brought her hoof down to help get her there. Her clit winked against hoof as she rubbed.

"Daddy!" She let out a throaty moan as her pussy quivered around him, gripping and squeezing his cock. Her marecum spurted from around the base of his dick, soaking the rest of him and the bed. His hips started making little jerking movements on their own. His balls tightened and a familiar sensation flooded through him. He was on the brink.

"Nggh, I'm so close! Pumpkin, please, let me pull out!" he begged. She tried to lift herself up, but her legs slipped on the slick bedding and she fell down. Her hips dropped, slapping against his lap. Her cervix dilated the last few millimeters and his tip popped inside her womb. His dick began to flare inside her.

"Oh my gosh!" In all of her experience playing with herself with various objects, she'd never had a sensation like that. She rolled her hips and ground her pelvis against his, getting just enough movement to keep stimulating herself. Pumpkin made a small movement to lift herself up, but her orgasm made her muscle spell start to wear off early. The entrance to her womb gripped his dick tightly. She fell back down onto his lap, with him completely inside her.

"F-fuck!" He couldn't hold back any longer. After days of it backing up, the dam broke.

She felt him throbbing and pulsing through the her tight ring of muscle. She felt the first blast of his thick seed splashing against the inside of her womb, dousing the flames of her heat. She hadn't even a moment to savor the sensation before the next pump sent another heavy rope up through his dick into his daughter's deepest reaches. A third and forth followed. She felt what little space there was in her uterus filled before he was done cumming.

She fell forward onto him and pressed her face into his neck. She pulled off of him just enough to allow a little more room inside her of womb. His flare yet refusing to be released from the tight seal as the remainder of his cum squirted into her and filled what space had been made.

"Daddy... daddy..." she panted, wrapping her hooves around him. "So much!" she whimpered, clearly in discomfort. He finished ejaculating the last few drops and the arcane bindings on his hooves evaporated. He didn't try to push her off him, or try to escape the room. The first thing she felt him do was wrap his hooves around her, to comfort her.

"It's almost over," he whispered, stroking the back of her mane. "It just needs a minute to get soft and then I can take it out." He cooed to try to help her. In the wake of her orgasm, and the flames of her heat sated, a rush of cold sobriety wash over her, and with it, shame. The reality of what had just happened. Of what she had done with her father. Of what she had done to her father.

"Daddy, I- I'm sorry!"

"It's okay sweetie, It's okay. Daddy loves you." Part of her felt like it was unconditional love that she didn't deserve. But she accepted it all the same.

"I love you too, Daddy." They laid there a while longer. She could feel him becoming softer inside him. Her cervix pinched closed around him as he did, the only thing that was holding him inside her.

"Are you ready?" he asked. She nodded. He gripped her hips and lifted her up. He tugged the tip of his dick back out of her womb and it snapped firmly shut behind him with little more than a dribble of his spunk following his wilting cock out of her tender pussy. The rest of his seed was stored securely inside.

"A nice little treat for you. Something special just for you. A nice pumpkin cream pie." She rolled off of him and groaned. She looked down at herself. Despite how bloated she felt, she didn't see a massive belly full of cum. She looked like there was nothing in there at all. She moved her hoof over her tummy. There was only a firm lump beneath the surface, inside her abdomen, no bigger than an apple.

"Are you okay?" he asked. She nodded.

"Instant cure for heat," she said.

"Well yeah. The stallion hormones delivered to the... source of the problem. Once you absorb them-"

"Puts the fire right out."

"Yeah."

"Well that's good."

"Good is subjective..." he said. "You might be out of the heat of the frying pan, but now-"

"A bun in the oven?"

"Yeah." He sighed, staring at the ceiling. "Maybe not just yet, but it's almost guaranteed now."

"So what now?" she asked.

"Now..." He rolled onto his side to face her. "Was it true, what you said? About Pound and your Mom?" She nodded. "You're certain?"

"Pretty darn certain, Dad. Sorry."

"Fuck..." He rolled onto his back and rubbed his eyes. She laid there and looked at him. He wasn't angry. He just looked... overwhelmed.

"Aren't you mad?" she asked. She had been furious when she found out. And her father all the more reason to be livid, but he wasn't.

"If it was any other stallion, I'd put his head through a wall. But it's my son. How do I...? How do I even deal with that? Should I get mad?" He genuinely asked her.

"I was," she admitted. "I was mad at first. But then I decided, instead of getting mad at them, to get even."

"So, what? Do we confront them when they get back tomorrow?"

"We could," Pumpkin said. "Or, the next time Mom goes to Pound's bedroom, you can come to mine."

"Well if you can hear them, they will be able to hear us too, you know."

"And?"

"And don't you think they'll confront us then?"

"I bet they wont."

"No?"

"No. Because..." Pumpkin thought about the last few weeks. With the frustration of her heat cleared, she looked at the whole situation objectively. "Because, as much as I hate to admit it... Mom's happier these days." She saw him wince from the sting of those words. "But as unfair a way as it was for her to go about it, she deserves to be happy. Isn't that what you would want for her?"

"I suppose..."

"And I'm glad the laundry isn't full of Pound's cum socks any more. So that's a plus too. All that left was us. And now..." She rolled over closer to him and laid her hoof across his chest. "Now I'd say things are about even." She kissed him on the cheek. It got him to smile.

"So, what, we just all keep carrying on and pretend like it's not happening?" he asked. She shrugged. "It just seems like it would be a powder keg of a situation. It would be better to be honest and up front about it."

"Okay. We can talk to them about it afterwards."

"After what?" he asked. She smiled.