As twins, Pumpkin and Pound Cake shared a bedroom the entire time they had been growing up. From sharing the same crib, to when the nursery was upgraded with bunk beds. And of course the pegasus got the top bunk. For as long as she could remember, Pumpkin Cake was always a light sleeper. Unlike her brother, Pound Cake, who could sleep through a hurricane. It wasn't much of a problem, until he started snoring. But that would prove to be only the start of her troubles.
Soon after they had gotten their cutie marks, Pound 'discovered himself' as a colt. There were many a night where Pumpkin would be pretending to be asleep, and squint to see the silhouette of his head quickly peeking down from the top bunk to see if she was asleep. And once he went back up, she'd be subjected to listening to him clop himself off in the bed above her.
At first she didn't realize what he was doing, but it didn't take her long to figure it out. And each time, after he'd finish, he'd climb down to clean himself off with the nightstand tissues. He thought he was being so sneaky by not flying down, but when he tried to climb down, she'd be greeted with an eyeful of his freshly-jacked penis dangling under him. Pumpkin was naturally disgusted at first, if still oddly curious.
That same spring brought with it her first heat. And for the budding mare, what had begun as a feeling of disgust became an intense fascination when she too discovered herself. Her brother's penis filled many of her fantasies, even as she understood the taboo nature of her thoughts. The musk of the mare in the same bedroom as him proved to be an exacerbation to his masturbation.
Her mother recognized the signs of her daughter's first heat quickly. Between that, and the alarming rate at which the household was going through tissues, she realized it was time to separate her foals. However, they needed and extra room which they did not have. The house had become quite crowded with five grown ponies in it. Now that they were old enough to really help out their parents in the Sugar Cube Corner kitchen, the time had come for Pinkie Pie to finally get a place of her own.
Pumpkin got to keep her room, and her brother moved into the vacant room next to it. On the opposite side of Pumpkin's room was the family bathroom, and beyond that was their parents' bedroom. The walls were thin, so Pumpkin would still hear her brother snoring occasionally. Still, it was better than listening to Pinkie Pie talking in her sleep. Once she was old enough to understand what sex was, she assumed her parents did it. But if they ever did, she never heard it. Though the bathroom did offer a measure of sound insulation between them and her.
With Pound in his own room, she didn't see him tending to himself every night. But contrary to having it out of her mind, she found that she was craving it even more so. But she had to assume that he didn't feel the same way about his own sister. Therefore she needed to work up to broaching the subject gradually. She needed to make sure that he saw her in the same way that she was seeing him.
She started being more flirtatious around him, making playful, off-color remarks when their parents weren't around to hear her. When their parents were out at an appointment, or a local delivery, she'd tied her tail up into a bob-bun, leaving practically nothing to hide her modesty around him. She didn't notice him responding to her signals yet. But it hadn't been very long. And her brother wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer.
But with Pinkie having moved out, and working full-time at Princess Twilight's School of Friendship, they were missing their long-distance delivery pony. So when the day soon came that a wealthy client needed an express delivery for Mother's Day in Fillydelphia, Pumpkin thought that she and her brother could run the shop while her parents made the delivery trip.
Her parents disagreed, feeling they they were still too young to run the shop or make the delivery alone. The solution was Cup Cake taking Pound with her to make the delivery while Pumpkin stayed behind with her father to run the shop. It was a sensible compromise. At least they were back in time for them to have a nice Mother's Day dinner.
But things we... different in the house after that trip. Pumpkin Cake couldn't place it. But something in her mare's intuition made her feel like something was off. There was a tension in the air. And it wasn't from keeping a secret Mother's Day dinner a surprise anymore.
Pumpkin feared that she had been a bit too overt with her efforts to be noticed by her brother, and he told them. Or that perhaps her parents noticed for themselves. The more she thought on it, the more she was sure that she had been careful to leave enough plausible deniability for herself. Still, she decided to reel it back for a week and hope things would go back to normal. If anything, things were even stranger.
Her brother was strutting around like a peacock after they had come back from that delivery. Her mother looked like she had stolen Celestia's crown jewels. A week later, she looked just as worried, though her bother seemed to chill out. But now her dad looked like he was practically glowing with that goofy 'I got laid last night' grin she recognized. And nopony was saying a damn thing about any of it.
Pumpkin laid awake in bed that night. She was plenty tired from working all day in the bakery. But the mystery in her home had her wracking her brain to figure out what was going on. It was like everypony was in on the big secret but her. The clock on her nightstand told her that it was so late at night that it was now early. She heard hoofsteps in the hallway coming from her parents' room. The toilet flushed in the bathroom a few minutes later. But instead of the hooves going back to the other end of the hall, they went past her room to her brother's bedroom.
"Pound?" she heard her mother's voice through the wall.
"Pound? Wake up."
"Huh? Mom? What's up?"
"It's positive."
"What?"
"I'm pregnant."
"Oh shit! What are going to do?"
"I already took care of it. I- I've been... Your father will think it's his."
"Oh. So he... Well, that's good."
"Yeah. I just wanted to let you know before I made the announcement."
"Hey, Mom?"
"Yes dear?"
"Was he... better than me?"
"Ha! No way, sweetie. He can never make me cum the way you did."
"Can we... can we do it again?"
"Pound, no. We've already gotten into enough trouble as it is."
"I know... but it's not like I can get you pregnant again."
"But your father is right down the hall."
"We'll be quiet, I promise! Please!"
"Oh my gosh! You're so hard already! I almost forgot how thick you were... Okay, fine. But you have to be quiet."
Pumpkin wasn't sure what their definition of 'quiet' was, but it was certainly different from hers. She could hear the squeaking of her brother's bed frame as her mother got into it with him. And the squeaking of her mother when her brother got into her. And the pillow could only stifle so much. After several traumatizing minutes of muffled licking, sucking, moaning and rutting emanating through her wall, it finally ended.
"Geez Pound, you came inside me so much. Have you been saving it up for me in those big balls of yours?"
"It's just been so long since you last emptied them, Mom. You need to do it more often."
"If you can make me cum like that every time, I'm gonna have to."
Pumpkin's mother staggered as quietly as she could back down the hallway to the bathroom again to wash up before carrying on to her own bedroom for the night.
Everything from the past two weeks now made sense. No wonder she had been practically invisible to her brother. All the work she had done to try to get Pound's attention for herself, and all it did was make him more worked up for their mom. Whom he had already fucked, and gotten pregnant.
"That bitch," she muttered to herself. She was a mare scorned, and Tartarus hath no fury like it. But she knew better than to get mad. No. She would get even.
The next morning she got up extra early, despite her stark lack of sleep. In the bathroom, she checked the waste basket. There was a small, pink box. It was a pregnancy test. She opened it, and inside, the tester still bore the positive sign. So it was true. She hastily stuffed it to the bottom of the bin, beneath several tissues soaked with her brother's load. She cleaned herself up and headed downstairs to start breakfast.
Everypony else joined her shortly after. The breakfast table was the briefing room for the bakery family every morning. And just as everyone finished eating, Cup Cake stood to get everypony's attention.
"I have an announcement to make. We are going to be having a new addition to the family!" she said.
Her husband was the only one even mildly surprised.
True to her promise, Cup Cake's visits to her son's bedroom became a semi-regular occurrence. Sometimes Pumpkin was still awake when it happened. Sometimes they woke her up with it. But she was forced to listen to them every. single. time.
For as much as her mother and brother had complained about being so tired before, they were both endlessly chipper while they worked now. Even her father seemed to have a bounce in his step. She overheard him cancelling their appointments with their marriage councilor. Apparently her mom must have been pulling double-duty, fucking both of them to avoid any suspicion.
Everypony in Pumpkin's house was getting great sex and great sleep, except her. But she didn't get mad. She was a patient mare. She had the ultimate dirt on both her mother and brother. She understood that blackmail was so much more useful than the simple anarchy that revealing the truth to her father would cause. She would bide her time until she had the perfect opportunity to use it against them. All she needed to do was endure the noise of her brother and mom fucking just a little while longer.
And as it should just so happen, opportunity did come knocking just two weeks later. Quite literally, in the form of the mail mare with a delivery order.
"Princess Cadance is having a Father's Day party in the Crystal Empire for the Prince!" Cup Cake read aloud to the family. "She wants four dozen of 'those amazing eclairs' that Princess Twilight keeps telling her about from Sugar Cube Corner."
"Wow! We're famous even in the Crystal Empire!?" Carrot said.
"It looks like it," Cup Cake said. "Oh, but if I deliver it for Father's Day, I won't be here for your party!"
"It's okay, honey bun," he said. "I already told you. A simple day off is all I really wanted."
"And now you can't even have that if I'm out of town. Somepony needs to cover the shop."
"It'll be fine," he assured her. "We'll just make a bunch of stock Father's Day cakes ahead of time. And Pumpkin can do custom frosting names to order. You know how good she is at that. She could almost run the place herself."
Pumpkin beamed with pride.
"Besides, I'm sure you'll make it up to me when you get home," he said in a not-so-subtle implying tone before pulling her in for a kiss. Pumpkin rolled her eyes at her parents' display of affection. Her mother cut a quick glance at Pound, who was visibly bristling at some other stallion kissing his secret special somepony. The fact that Carrot Cake was having sex with Cup Cake was something Pound had to begrudgingly accept. But watching him get it thrown in his face like this was delicious spite in which Pumpkin took some measure of glee.
"I should go with you!" Pound said with a start.
"It's just four boxes," Carrot said. "I'm sure she can handle it."
"But it's not fair!" he said. "I mean, because I've never seen the Crystal Empire. Pumpkin got to see it when she went on that field trip in Princess Twilight's School for Gifted Unicorns. And you just said that Pumpkin can practically run this place herself. It would just be like last time, when Mom and I made a delivery together."
Pumpkin was positive that it would indeed be just like last time.
"I'm not paying for an extra ticket for you to take the weekend off from work and go sight-seeing," Carrot said.
"I can pay my own way," Pound said. "I just... really want to see the Crystal Empire."
If Pumpkin's eyes rolled any harder they would have fallen out of her head.
"Oh, just let him tag along," Cup Cake said. "I'm sure you two will be fine."
"Okay. Fine," Carrot relented.
"And like you said, I'll make it up to you when I get back," Cup Cake said with wink. Carrot just smiled back, content with the arrangement.
That Saturday, they baked and assembled the eclairs and saw them off at the train station. On the way back to the bakery, Pumpkin nuzzled against her father.
"Don't worry, Daddy. I'm gonna work extra hard to make sure you get the Father's Day you deserve."
"Aww, thank you, Sweetheart. You always were such a hard worker. That's why you're Daddy's favorite. But don't tell your brother. Between you and me, I think your mother spoils him too much."
"I think so too."
"I know you. I'm sure you'll come up with something to make it a day I'll never forget."
Pumpkin smiled. Oh, Daddy... You have no idea.
On the way back to the bakery, Pumpkin leaned in close to nuzzle against her father. The gesture was innocent enough to anypony seeing them around town, as well as Carrot, himself.
"You're such a hard worker, Daddy. That's why you're my favorite, too."
"Your mother works plenty hard too. And so does your brother. But he tries to work too fast and makes too many mistakes. That's what your mother meant when she said that you were the better baker."
"Is that why I'm your favorite?" she asked.
"Yes, it's... one of the reasons."
"Was I always your favorite?" she asked, milking the affection. He snorted. "What?"
"Not at first. Pumpkin, raising offspring is hard by any species' measure and foals are no exception. Pegasi foals fly off to pony-knows where as soon as you take your eye off them. And unicorn foals have bouts of uncontrolled magic outbursts. At least pegasi parents could keep up with their little fliers. And unicorn parents were equipped with counter-spells. Trust me, nopony envied us, a pair of earth pony parents with one of each.
"Pound Cake's 'flights of fancy' were managed well enough with a sturdy harness and leash. It was undignified for everypony involved, but it worked. You, on the other hoof, were a bushel and a half of problems. Not that you were more of a problem unicorn than any other. But we simple had no way of dealing with you. You even put the reality-bending abilities, Pinkie Pie to task whenever she foalsat for you. Princess Twilight was able to offer some help. It came in the form of a few custom artifacts. And enchanted crib. A hexed pacifier."
"Why not an arcane inhibition ring?"
"That prevents magic, yes. But it also feeds it back to the caster. I hear it's quite painful for a unicorn. And for an infant with no control over their magical outbursts, it would have been torturing a foal."
"Oh."
"As you got a little older, the outbursts went away. And Pound's body weight outgrew his small wings and you were both a lot easier to deal with. But yeah, up until then, you were quite the challenge."
"What about now? Now that I can use magic again?"
"You're in control of your magic. Especially after your classes at Princess Twilight's School for Gifted Unicorns. You can do things much more precisely than any earth pony in the kitchen. And you can multi task better than your mother and I put together. She didn't mince words when she said you were the better baker." Pumpkin was about to gloat but Carrot held up a hoof to stop her. "But to be fair, you do have a big advantage over your brother, or any earth pony."
"Because I'm a unicorn?" she asked. She could see her father tense slightly at the question, biting his lip a moment before answering. "Dad, I can't believe that you of all ponies would harbor tribalism!"
"It's not a tribal thing," he defended quickly. "You know your mother and I taught you better than that." They got to the bakery. Carrot reached into his apron pocket to get the key to the door. The door lock glowed with magic as Pumpkin unlocked it. "That! That right there is what I'm talking about. You shouldn't be picking locks."
"It doesn't count if it's your own lock, Dad." The door glowed as she opened it for him.
"This is what I mean though. Magic. It's scary to non-unicorns. What could an earth pony or even a pegasus do in the face of magic? What good is strength or speed against telekinesis?" They walked together inside the bakery.
"Are you talking about the 'law of the jungle'? Might makes right?"
"It's a primal fear that all non-unicorns have, deep down."
"Is that why Ponyville still does Winter Wrap Up without magic?" she asked. He nodded as he went around turning the shop's lights on to re-open it.
"Ponyville was founded by earth pony farmers centuries ago. When the unicorns moved in, we accepted them in the name of peace and congeniality. But also because we really didn't have a choice."
"You make it sound like earth ponies are slaves to unicorns."
"Long ago that may very well have been the case. It's only by the good graces of those with power that we aren't."
"Well I don't know about all that," Pumpkin said. She started gathering ingredients in the kitchen to cook. "Princess Twilight explained that the reason the 'law of the jungle' doesn't happen is because when we all follow the rules and work together as equals, it benefits everyone as a society."
"And that's true. As long as everyone follows the rules."
"Dad, the legal system exists for a reason."
"I'm not saying it doesn't." He opened a crate of apples from the local orchard. He took out a few to start making a pie. He came across one that was a bit mushy. "But all it takes is one bad apple to ruin the pie." Pumpkin grabbed the bad apple from him with her magic.
"Bad apples get put away," she said, tossing it into the trash bin. Her eyes followed him as he walked across the kitchen to her.
"You still don't get it," he said. "Have you ever seen a non-unicorn police officer without their unicorn partner?" he asked. He didn't wait for her to answer. "Have you ever heard of a unicorn getting arrested by a non-unicorn? They have to keep each other in check."
"They?"
"Pumpkin, if you were the only unicorn in the world, the only one able to use magic when nopony else could, you would be a goddess among insects." She didn't reply. The notion sank into her as he went back to chopping up the apples by hoof to make the pie filling.
"Dad?" she asked. He looked up from what he was doing. "Are you afraid of me?" she asked.
"No, sweetie, of course not. I love you. I trust you. I trust you the same way I trust Pound with a knife to use it responsibly."
"So you think my magic is like a knife? A weapon?" Carrot held up his cutting utensil in his hoof.
"A knife is a tool, Pumpkin. Just like a hammer. And yes, like magic. The difference between a tool and a weapon depends on how it is used."
Pumpkin Cake just nodded and minded her work of kneading the bread dough. But she thought about what her father had told her. More so, she thought about her father in general. She had always placed him on some kind of pedestal as family. He was her father. That was the beginning and the end of it. But now, taking a step back, she looked at him from a critical, objective standpoint. He was an earth pony. A stallion. Her mind focused particularly on that last bit.
She had been infatuated with her brother's physiology out of convenience. His was a penis that was in the same room as her for a time. It made for easy observation in a purely clinical sense. She hadn't actually considered pursuing him to sate her heat. He was her brother after all. Though it seemed that little taboo hadn't stopped him from knocking up their mother. And now, alone in the kitchen with her father, and her own building sexual frustration, she was rapidly beginning to see her brother's thought process. She put the buns into the oven and continued watching her father work. Speaking of buns in ovens...
"So, new foal on the way," Pumpkin said, breaking the lull in the conversation.
"Exciting isn't it?" he said, smiling as he did.
"Yeah. Exciting," she echoed.
"You don't sound excited."
"Well, with me and Pound are both done with school... at this point I just didn't expect Mom to be expecting. Again. Ever."
"Well, to be honest, I wasn't expecting it either," he said.
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Lately we... uh. Uh, actually, no. I shouldn't be telling you about it."
"Oh please, Dad. I'm not a filly. Why were you surprised? I assume you were involved in the 'process'." She made air quotes with her hooves. He blushed at her euphemism.
"Well... look, don't tell your mother I talked to you about this, but it's just that- I haven't been... we, your mother and I haven't been as 'involved' with each other these days," he said. She hadn't expected him to open up to her so quickly. But she could tell that he had been wanting to vent about this for some time to somepony. "It happens when ponies get older. Some ponies. They start to lose that drive."
"I don't think I'll ever lose mine," Pumpkin said. She couldn't imagine her sex drive ever going away now that it was here. The burning ache in her loins felt like a fire that could never be extinguished. Carrot chuckled with an expression of uncomfortable embarrassment at her candid remark.
"You've been taking your Beat The Heat potion that your mother got for you?" he asked. She nodded yes, even though it did occur to her that she hadn't taken it that day. "I imagine it happens to all mares eventually," he said. Pumpkin found it hard to believe in her current state.
"What about stallions?" she asked. He snorted and glanced over at her. He opened his mouth to say something but seemed to have thought better of it. "What?"
"I'll let you know if it ever happens for stallions," he said, cutting up the apples more aggressively. There was an air of obvious frustration to his voice. "She tries," he said after a minute. "Your mother. She had been taking some medicine to help her feel 'into it'. So to answer your mystery, that is how it happened."
No it wasn't, Pumpkin thought. She knew exactly how it happened.
"We- uh... You know about safe sex right?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Right. Well. Normally we would... avoid the chance of pregnancy. But this time she... we didn't."
"Obviously."
"Obviously," he echoed.
"Well it's good to hear that Mom is back to her old self," Pumpkin said.
"Yeah..." he sighed the word out, unable to keep the frown from his face. So it was as Pumpkin suspected. Her mother wasn't pulling double-duty as much as she thought she was. Her father was still being left unsatisfied. Pumpkin wasn't the only one being left out. As she watched him use his cutting tool to chop apples, she was interested in seeing an entirely different 'tool' of his.
At first, she had wanted to have sex with him to get back at her mother for betraying her husband. But her anger, once so focused, faded. It was replaced with something more important. Something that had always been there. Love. Love for her father. He was a good pony. He didn't deserve to have his wife cheat on him. Least of all with his own son. He deserved a mare that truly cared for him. One that would see to his needs. A plan began materializing in her mind.
"Hey Dad, I have an idea," she said. "Since tomorrow is Father's Day, why don't we take a half-day and close up after the lunch rush?"
"Sweetie, I don't know. It's just the two of us until they get back Monday afternoon. And there's a lot of stuff that we need to get ready for Monday morning."
"Okay. But if we can get all that done early, can we close up? Maybe we can have a movie night or something. I just think you deserve a little time off."
"You and me both," he muttered. "Okay, if- IF we can get everything done early, then we can close up a little early."
"Okay Daddy. That's fair enough." The timer on the oven went off. Pumpkin took the fresh bread out with her magic and set them out onto the bakery counter. She flipped the sign on the shop entrance from 'Closed' to 'Open'. Carrot finished assembling the first pie and set it to bake and moved out front to mind the store while Pumpkin kept working in the kitchen. She thought about how she could get more work done in less time, while still leaving time for her to put her plan into motion.
She turned on her hoof to grab something behind her. Her apron strap caught the handle of a drawer and pulled it up backward as she turned, catching her tail in it. The inadvertent flagging of her tail made her catch a sudden breeze on her nethers. Even alone as she was in the kitchen, she quickly righted her tail to cover her modesty on reflex. But inspiration had a curious way of striking when one least expected it.
"Bathroom break," she said, trotting past her father.
"Hurry back."
Pumpkin ran upstairs to her room to grab another hair tie from the bathroom. She already had one in her mane for while she was baking. She put the second one into her tail, pulling it up into a bob-tail bun. She turned and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. The style left nothing to the imagination. She was on full display to even a cursory glance. She blushed with nervous embarrassment. But her desire was overriding her dread of her father seeing her like this.
Customers on the other hoof...
She stopped at the top of the stairs. She could hear her father talking to a customer at present. She wanted to wait to zip through the shop back to the kitchen without anypony else seeing her. She was anxious and excited, and getting increasingly worked up as she waited. Beside her was her parents' bedroom.
She didn't have time to use her mother's 'toy' from the nightstand. But she needed something. She moved over to her father's side of the bed. His nightstand was empty except of a lamp, and a condom that was older than she was. She punched the pillow in frustration and then grabbed it to hug out her aggression. It smelled like him. He would be pressing his face into it tonight. She decided to return the favor.
Pumpkin sat on top of the pillow and rubbed her bare pussy back and forth against it. The naughty aspect of the act made her tingle with excitement. It was making her even wetter, and making clitoris wink against the stimulation. She could get off just from this. She kept going, faster and harder, feeling the knot insider her tummy pulling tighter and tighter until she felt herself going over the edge.
"Pumpkin!" her father called from downstairs.
"I'm CUMMING!" she yelled out. Her pussy had made that side of the pillow quite moist. She realized that she needed to make good on her inadvertent announcement that she was on her way back downstairs. She put the pillow back on the bed. But when she noticed the obvious stain, she flipped it over to conceal it. It would have to do. She trotted back downstairs. Her good timing caught a break in the customers. She made her way back into the kitchen unseen.
Almost.
Her father saw her come back downstairs. Though he was too preoccupied with putting the bits away in the register drawer to notice her new tail style. She was already back at her prep table by the time she heard the cash drawer close. A minute later his head poked through the kitchen doorway with a perplexed expression on his face.
"Pumpkin... what are you cooking?" he asked.
"The apple pies in the oven are almost done. The tarts are going in next. And I'm mixing some cupcake batter right now," she said.
"No... it's not that," he said. She could see his nostrils flaring. He must have been smelling her. How could he not? She could smell herself. Her quick session upstairs gave her no time to clean herself. It hadn't just gotten the pillow wet. Her tail, the fur of her thighs and entire backside was still damp. With her tail up in a bun, her scent easily wafted into the open air. "Are you wearing perfume?"
"Do you like it?" she asked.
"It's nice. But maybe don't use so much next time? I can-" His tongue smacked against his lips. "I can practically taste it."
Oh, you will soon, Daddy.
He went back to the front counter while Pumpkin worked extra hard to get everything done as quickly and efficiently as possible. She needed to do everything she could to get a leg up on tomorrow if she was to have any hope of being able to close the shop early. Her singular focus on her work made it easy to forget about her bigger plan. And to lose track of time.
"Are those pies-"
"Here they are," she said, levitating them to him from the cooling rack.
"And the-"
"Tarts are coming out right now."
"And-"
"Cupcakes just went in."
"Wh-"
"I'm already kneading the dough!"
"... wow."
"I've got this, Dad," she said, zipping across the kitchen.
"What's that?" he asked. She stopped and looked at him. She followed his eyes to her rump. Out from behind her counter top, he finally noticed her tail bun.
"Oh, this? I just noticed that I'd had a few stray hairs fall out, so I did it up in a hair tie like my mane. About time, really. This is a bakery after all." She turned to get something from the shelf behind her. The bottom shelf. And darn if it didn't take her a long time to find what she was looking for while she was bent over like that. She grabbed an spatula that she didn't need and inspected it. Really, she was just looking at him in the metal's reflection. His jaw was slightly ajar and his eyes were the size of dinner plates as he involuntarily licked his lips. She stood back up quickly and turned to face him. He instantly looked away to make it seem like he hadn't been staring at her exposed backside the entire time like she knew he was.
"W-well make sure you don't g-go out with your t-tail like that!" he stammered.
"Why?" she asked, fluttering her eyelashes at him.
"B-because I don't think the b-bob tail style is in right now, and I d-don't want you to get emb-b-barrassed."
"Oh. Okay. Thank's Daddy." She wasn't sure if he had just said 'bare-assed', or if she just thought he said that. But given how red his face was, he was embarrassed enough for both of them when he turned to go back out to the storefront. Before long with was getting darker outside. The cash register dinged one last time as it closed and Carrot went to go lock the front door. But Pumpkin hadn't slowed down one bit.
"Pumpkin, we're closed for the night," he said.
"I know. I'm just trying to get a leg up on tomorrow." The young mare was going over the orders for the following day.
"You can't bake that stuff tonight. It'll go stale by tomorrow. Ponies want their stuff fresh."
"I know." She was filling pre-measured ingredient bowls in advance and covering them. She went back and forth between the orders and a spreadsheet she was making, organizing everything by cooking temperature to be able to cook as much as possible with the finite number of ovens they had. "Hottest first," she said to herself as she arranged everything on the paper. "Only have to pre-heat once..." she trailed off.
"Don't stay up too late. Tomorrow is another early day."
"I know," she said a third time.
"Ugh, I wish I was a teenager again. Back when I still knew everything. Goodnight dear."
"Night, Dad." She heard him walk upstairs to get ready for bed. She worked faster. It was hard enough to get up on time when she went to bed early. It was already getting late and she wanted to get up extra early. That aside, she hadn't actually used her bathroom break as a bathroom break and she had a new urgency. She finished the last of her work as she began to hear water running upstairs. He was taking a shower.
She turned off the lights in the kitchen and went upstairs. She had held it this long, but the sound of the shower was making it extra difficult. She walked over to the bathroom door. Inside she could hear him scrubbing. The rhythm splashing of the water. A bit too rhythmic. She was only briefly shocked. How could he not be dealing with himself after being around the scent of a mare in heat all day. He must have been in dire need of relief. To interrupt him now would have been downright cruel. But she didn't have a choice. She knocked on the door.
"Daddy?" she said, opening the door a crack. The rhythmic noise ceased instantly.
"Yes?"
"Are you going to be long?"
"Um, yeah. I just got in the shower."
"Oh. I just, I really need to tinkle!" she said.
"Oh. Um. Okay then. I'll uh, just stay on this side of the shower curtain then," he said.
"Okay." She stepped inside the bathroom and walked over to the toilet, facing the shower and took a seat. The translucent shower curtain only managed to blur the silhouette of the pony on the other side. Pumpkin could plainly see the outline of her father's erection under him. The running shower did little to hide the echoing noise of her relieving herself. There was no way he couldn't hear her. She could see his blurry erection bobbing, making wet slaps as it smacked against his belly.
She had heard of a spell that one of her classmates had found in their parents' bedroom. it was a magical construct spell that kept a colt from prematurely ejaculating. Effectively, it placed a magical construct in their prostate preventing them from cumming. She hadn't considered that she would ever have a need for such a spell. But now that she had gone through all the trouble of getting him all worked up, she didn't want her father to just go and relieve himself like this in the shower. She used her magic to grab a bit of toilet paper, and at the same time, subtly cast the spell on the stallion in the shower. She got up to leave.
"Hey Daddy, did you want me to flush? I know it messes with the shower." It was true. Due to a quirk with the house plumbing, if the toilet was flushed, the cold water stopped flowing to the shower and it became scalding hot for a moment.
"Uh, no. I'll get it when i get out," he said.
Pumpkin smirked and left. The porcelain bowl was full of Pumpkin Cake soup, wafting 'Eau De Mare' into the confined space of the bathroom even after she had left. It would only serve to frustrate him further toward an orgasm he couldn't have until the spell on him was removed.
Her own frustration was a matter of itself. She needed to sleep well and get up early. It would do her her no good to be up all night in such a state. She made a detour from the bathroom and headed to her parents' room. Surely her mother had the tools suited to help her. She opened the drawer of her mother's nightstand.
It wasn't the bastion of dildos she had hoped for. Just a prescription bottle, a pair of reading glasses, and one of those romance novels that older mares read as a post-menopausal masturbatory aid. She glanced at the prescription bottle and picked it up in her magic.
"Zesper? What the heck is that?" She read the description. For help with arousal.
Well no wonder Cup Cake had no sex drive for Carrot, she thought. She had been shutting it down with this! And when she went on that train trip last month, she forgot the bottle and took advantage of Pound Cake being there.
She stood their with aching loins, imagining that Pound must be balls deep in his mother by now. A little something to take the edge off her lust would do her good. She opened the bottle and took out one tablet. Just one should do, she thought. The recommended dosage was two per day. She grabbed a second one and swallowed them both. She put the bottle back and went back to her bedroom.
Now she could get a good night's sleep and wake up with a clear head.
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.
