"Ugh, great." A frustrated groan came from Spifire's room as she slammed the mail on her desk. She laid back on her bed and stared at the poster on the wall. It was always her dream to be a Wonderbolt. She looked up to her Father, who was a retired Wonderbolt captain. She could still remember the memories of 'bring your kid to work' day. Sitting on her father's desk, admiring every inch of the room. The poster of the lifelong Wonderbolts motto, 'Altius Volantis', was what made her want to be a Wonderbolt. But sadly, the mail that had come in said she couldn't.
She had filled in multiple applications in hopes that their decision might change, but no luck. She let out a sigh of frustration, anger, and sadness. Her dream was becoming much harder to achieve, but she wasn't going to give up trying. She began to fill out yet another application. She looked out her window, admiring how wonderful the flying weather was. She was about to seal up another envelope until she heard the door creak open with a voice that sounded all too familiar. "Sweetie, I'm home!" Spitfire's dad, Fire Streak, yelled from downstairs.
"Hey, dad!" Spitfire yelled from her room. The moment she looked back at her envelope, she immediately realized something, and an idea sparked in her head. She crumpled up the paper she wrote on and threw it away, for her idea was much better. "Hey dad?" She rushed down the stairs to ask him her question.
"Yes?" Fire Streak responded. "How was the mail?"
"Terrible"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I know how much it meant to you."
"Well then can you do me a favor?"
"Like what?"
"Maybe talk to the captain and see if he can give me a chance?
"Now honey, you know I can't."
"Why not? You used to be captain, don't you know someone?"
Fire Streak looked around nervously as he knew there was no way out of this "Uh... ok, how about this? If you can get me something really special for Father's day, I'll see what I can do."
The deal sounded fair enough "Yes! Thank you!" Spitfire said embracing him in a tight hug. She rushed back upstairs to begin thinking about what she should give her father.
"Hmm, he wants something really special, so a 'world's greatest dad' mug won't work." Spitfire began thinking about every possible item that might have any sentimental value to him, but it wasn't easy. "Ugh, wonderbolts don't really that much to him anymore." She checked souvenir off the list. "Well, he does have a lot of family, too bad he keeps in touch." She crossed out long lost family photo. "Ugh! Why is this so difficult!? He's my dad! How could I not know anything about him? Just think, what is something he really loves? Something he would give his life for?" And then it snapped... "Me!"
She stepped out of her room and went to the attic. She pulled down the ladder and climbed into the dusty cobwebbed room. She headed towards one box in particular, labeled 'Wonderbolt Flight Suits'. She opened the box and found two suits, one male, and one female. It was rather odd why her dad would have two, but she dismissed her thought, and resumed with her idea. She pulled out the dusty uniform and went to wash it.
Once the uniform was clean, she took it back to her room. She set it flat on her bed as she went over to her desk to grab the scissors. Kneeling on her bed, she started figuring out which parts to cut. The way she needed to look was sexy, so she needed to show her sexiest features. Her legs were definitely something she needed to show, so she cut off the legs of the suit and left very little of the bottom half left. Next was her upper body. She figured showing off her arms and her legs would make the outfit lose some of it's appeal. So she only cut off the part that connected the sleeves with her neck. Next was her stomach. She definitely needed to show off her abs, to give some sense of masculinity to go with feminine. As she made her final cut, barely anything was left of the original suit. She tried it on with the door locked. It was a tight elastic suit, it squeezed her breasts and thighs, highlighting her features even more. One thing was for sure, it was definitely attractive.
----------Happy Father's Day----------
Fire Streak woke up to a pleasant surprise, and it sure smelled good. A tray laid next to him, filled with the not so nutritional breakfast. Pancakes, eggs, and a milkshake. It was needless to say who made this. He gave small chuckle and shouted, "Not good enough!" Spitfire heard as she muttered under her breath, "Just you wait." She walked into his room to check on him.
"Is everything okay?" she asked.
"Well, since you asked..."
"Oh come on!"
"I'm only kidding!" He said laughing. "But I have to admit, this is good." He said taking a bite of his food. "You should be a chef instead of a Wonderbolt."
"Oh, ha ha ha, dad." She said walking out of the room. She went back to hers in order to make sure that everything was ready for the night. Her mane was clean, her legs were and other parts of her were cleanly shaved. She was getting tingly as the thoughts of tonight leaked into her mind. She could feel herself already starting to get wet. The urge within her, the thirst for her father's cock, made her impatient. She started panting quietly. Sweat began to drip down from her forehead, her wings were becoming extremely sensitive. She gave them a small touch, and gave an involuntary moan at the feeling the surged through her body. She couldn't take it.
She put on the trimmed outfit and went into the next room. She still panted as she felt the heat surge through her body, the chills run down her spine, the moisture between her legs. As she stood by the doorway, she gave a very weak "Dad?" He looked up and dropped his fork. The look that came across his face was clearly disbelief, only covering the desire.
"Remember you said you wanted something special?" Spitfire asked.
All Fire Streak could do was stare at how hot his daughter looked. But even in his deepest perverted thoughts, he knew it was wrong. Spitfire approached his bed. "Um, dear?" Fire Streak asked, "What are you doing?" She grabbed his tray and put it aside to clear her work space.
"Giving you your gift." Spitfire said.
"You know, I really wouldn't mind getting something else." He said shuddering.
"Trust me, I think you'll enjoy this a bit more." Spitfire insisted.
She began to pull down her bottom half, revealing her moist, shaven pussy. She climbed onto the bed, slowly approaching her father. As she uncovered the blankets, her suspicions were confirmed. She began to unzip his jeans, and pull down his boxers. She turned herself around, shoving her moist pussy in her father's face, who was extremely hesitant. She teased him with it, trying to make him change his mind. And sure enough, it worked. Spitfire's father soon became victim to his daughter's extreme sex appeal as he began to lick some her dripping moisture. Spitfire began to do the same thing with the head of his cock. Circling it with her tongue before shoving it into her mouth, and pulling it out. She began bobbing her head back and forth, sucking away at the tasty treat.
Fire Streak still continued to enjoy the gift she had given him. Sticking his tongue in between her lines, trying to get his prize. He could taste the cum that had dripped onto her fur from her pussy. The saliva that he left behind made Spitfire shudder. She used her tongue to admire the shape of his huge cock. She began to shove it deep in her mouth, hers lips reaching the base of his shaft before pulling back. Her tongue covered his sensitive tip, which was the key to making him cum. Fire Streak knew it was about to happen, so he warned her, "Spitfire, I think... I'm gonna..." Spitfire ignored him. She wanted what he had, and sure enough, she got it. Cum shot into the back of her throat, and filled her mouth. Spitfire used her tongue to savor the taste, before swallowing and enjoying the thick creamy liquid.
After Fire Streak had unloaded himself, he knew he had to return the favor. He began to eat away at his personal buffet, his hands holding his daughter as he slurped. Spitfire lifted her head up as she gave several tiny moans. She could feel herself getting ready to blow. She gave a sharp moan when she did, splashing liquid into her father's face. As he licked the mess off his face, he realized he wanted more. "Spitfire?"
"Yes?" Spitfire answered.
"Can we do something else?"
"What do you have in mind?"
"Maybe.. can you, take off your... top?"
"Sure thing."
Spitfire moved her backside away from his face to remove her top. She unslipped the tight flight suit top from her breasts and tossed it to the side of the bed. All Fire Streak could see was Spitfire's wings, blocking the side view to her front. When Spitfire turned around, her breasts were an inch away from her father's face. He stared at how large his daughter had become, and immediately suggested, "Maybe, can we... I get, um..." Spitfire put a finger to his lips to shush him, for she already knew what he had in mind. She got into position above his penis, grabbing her huge breasts and placing his dick in between them. As she moved her boobs up and down, her father began to groan. She was still close enough to stick her tongue out and lick the tip of his dick. His hands squeezed the blanket sheets as he could feel himself starting to... "Agh!"
Fire Streak gave a loud groan as his cum squirted into Spitfire's face and mouth. Spitfire licked up the remainder of his liquid, giving his head a small kiss. "How was that?" Spitfire asked.
Fire Streak panted. "That... was... good."
"Should we continue?" Spitfire asked once more.
"Only... if you want to." Fire Streak said.
Spitfire definitely wanted to, her father's monsterous cock was something she yearned for. She never knew her father could make her this pleasurable. She got above his dick, turning around so that her father could enjoy all she had to offer. As her legs lowered her body onto his shaft, Fire Streak grabbed her wings. Spitfire yelled a loud moan as he had just touched the most sensitive part of her.
"Sorry!" He said. "You okay?"
"Yeah." Spitfire said. "Just don't pull too hard."
"Okay."
He began to pull her wings softly, touching their magnificent grace. They felt sore to Spitfire, but also very relaxing the way he rubbed them up and down. He began to take notice of her tail, moving on his stomach. He could tell she was enjoying it. He began to rub faster, while still being gentle. Spitfire could feel herself getting ready to blow, her moans becoming more scattered and high pitched. Her father just kept rubbing, and at the very last second, he pulled them. Spitfire gave a sharp scream of pain and relaxation as she had just hit her very first orgasm. Cum started to drip from the sides of her pussy, landing on Fire Streak's balls, and hitting the bed. Spitfire's legs began to spread even wider as the euphoria filled her body. Her arms holding her up from collapsing on the bed. She panted heavily as her heart rate slowed down.
Fire Streak took notice of his daughter's exhaustion, but still quietly suggested, "Can we try something else?"
Spitfire looked at him, "Like what?"
Fire Streak knew this was her first time, so she had no idea about any sex positions. "Here, try getting on your hands and knees." He said guiding her on what to do. She did what he told her, looking back to see that he had already positioned himself directly behind her, getting ready to insert himself.
"Are you ready?" Fire Streak asked.
"Sure." Spitfire said still panting.
He inserted himself as far inside her as he could, then pulling out slightly, and continuing the process. Her arms started becoming weak with exhaustion. It wasn't long until her arms gave out and she laid with her backside elevated. She still panted and moaned as she could feel herself hitting a second wave of liquid. Her father could also feel it as it covered his shaft.
"Come on, if you want to be a Wonderbolt you need to learn about endurance." Fire Streak said.
"I do have endurance." Spitfire said panting.
"Then show me." Spitfire's energy meter suddenly replenished, for nothing encouraged her more than the doubt of others. Fire Streak pulled out of her as he guided her on a new pose. "Now, for this one, just lay flat on you back."
Spitfire did what he said, but she had something else in mind. Her father laid on top of her. He began to guide his hands up and down her waist and thighs. He slowly began to thrust inside her. Suddenly, Spitfire decided to turn the tables. Taking her father by surprise, she flipped him onto the bed and she became the one on top. Soon, she began to pick up the pace. Her tight vaginal walls squeezed his cock, sending huge pleasure throughout his body. A small smirk came from her face as she began to bounce up and down on his cock.
Her father was now the one at her will. His legs squirmed around and his hands clenched the bedsheets. His hands started to make their way up to Spitfire's breasts, touching her hard nipples. Spitfire's wings spread out once more, revealing how magnificent they were. As she kept sliding, she could hear her father's scattered breath, which was immediately followed by a loud groan, and an overflow. She collapsed on her father as his cum started to seep out from the sides of her lips, sticking to between her legs and tail. She put her arms around his neck, holding him tight as she also released herself one final time. Squirting out and landing on her father's balls, and the blankets.
Spitfire looked back at her dad, who was also panting from the experience. Through all that had happened, one question still remained on Spitfire's mind.
"So, will you... talk with the captain?" Spitfire asked tiredly.
Fire Streak had completely forgotten about the deal he made. What Spitfire gave him was clearly very special, and enjoyable. He looked at his daughter who laid puppy-eyed on his chest. He couldn't say no after all that had happened, so he finally made up his mind. "Deal." He said.
"Thanks." Spitfire said. She got off her father, cum still dripping onto the floor as she walked towards the doorway. Standing in the hallway entrance, she looked back at her dad, who had just picked up his tray to continue eating.
"You're grounded for a month for cutting up that costume." Fire Streak said.
Spitfire looked back in disbelief, "What!?"
"I'm only kidding." Fire Streak said laughing.
"Not funny." Spitfire said. As she turned back to the door, she looked at her father one last time and said, "Happy Father's Day."
Author's Note
Excellent thanks to Twilight is the BEST for proofreading and suggesting a few changes. The story idea was 100% his and I only take credit for the writing.
