Rarity rushed over to her parents’ house and knocked on the door. After a few moments, her little sister opened it and stood aside. Rarity looked at her and saw she’d been crying, so she hugged her close and held her.
After a minute Rarity said, “Where is he?”
Sweetie wiped her eyes and said, “He’s in his room, with the door shut. He…he won’t come out.”
“Come on.” Rarity marched resolutely up the stairs and straight to the bedroom door. “Dad? Let us in. Please.” No answer.
“Daddy…please let us in,” said Sweetie Belle. She and her sister exchanged worried looks when all of a sudden they both heard movement from the room. They heard the latch click, but the door remained closed. Cautiously, Rarity opened it and let it swing wide. The room was a shambles.
The closet door was opened, and they could see clothes had been strewn about. The dresser doors were hanging out, empty. On the bed, they saw their father just lying down again as he faced away from them and remained silent. They both approached him.
“Dad…we’re sorry she left,” said Rarity.
Their father was a big stallion, tough as nails and still strapping from his days as a hoofball player. But as they watched, they saw his shoulders start to shake as he began to weep.
“Oh, Daddy!” Sweetie cried as she rushed to his side. Placing a small hoof on his back, she said, “Please don’t cry!” It shook her to her core to see her father reduced to tears. Rarity was no less shocked. She had seen him display many emotions during her life, but this was the first time she’d ever seen him cry. But she knew ponies had to work through their emotions in their own time, especially with the hurt he’d just been dealt. She had no idea why her mother had run off, but the ‘why’ wasn’t important now. Quietly, she placed a hoof over her sister’s shoulder and said, “Let him cry, Sweetie. He has a right to.”
“But—”
“No ‘buts’. Let’s just do what we can to comfort him.” So saying, she began going about the room and tidying it. After a few moments, Sweetie joined her. Soon, they had everything in its place and looking normal, except for the rumpled bed. Not wishing to disturb him with this triviality, Rarity said, “Let’s go to the kitchen and get him something. I doubt he’s eaten.”
“Okay,” Sweetie sniffed.
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After preparing a light meal in which Sweetie Belle actually helped, instead of burning everything, they both took the tray up to their Dad. Setting it on the nightstand, Rarity said, “Dad? We brought you some food. Please try to eat.” She then nudged her younger sister and indicated she should follow her. Once they left the room, Rarity closed the door and said to her, “I have to go back to my shop. Can you look after him for a few hours? I’ll return as soon as I can.” Sweetie nodded. Rarity kissed her on the cheek and said, “Good girl.”
Once she’d gone, Sweetie turned back to the door and slowly opened it, then stood there staring at her father’s back. The tray of food remained untouched, as she’d suspected. Her sister’s words about leaving him be and allowing him to cry came back to her, but she knew she couldn’t take it if he began weeping again. But what could she do? Then she remembered all the times she herself had cried, and how her Mom or her Dad had always held her. Her face brightened with this memory, so she made her way over to the bed and climbed up onto it. It was a struggle to lift one of her father’s forelegs, but she just managed it and then snuggled up close to his chest. She then hugged him tightly and whispered, “ I love you, Daddy.”
Though he remained silent, after a few moments, he hugged her back. Sweetie felt this and smiled. After a few minutes, she fell asleep.
The next thing she knew, she was being shaken gently awake.
“Dad?” she said.
“No, it’s me, your sister. Come with me.”
Slowly, Sweetie unentangled herself from her father’s hooves and followed Rarity out the room. “I don’t know what you did, but at least he’s sleeping peacefully,” she said. Sweetie looked back at the room.
“I just snuggled with him.” Then they heard their father cry out. “I have to get back to him!”
“Sweetie, wait…” But she paid her no heed. Rushing inside, she climbed on the bed and buried herself against his chest. Hondo felt her presence and settled back down to sleep. Rarity crept up close and whispered, “ I was going to say you need to let him sleep on his own, but I guess this works too.”
Sweetie whispered back, “We can talk about this tomorrow. I can’t leave him now.”
Rarity stared at the two of them, then sighed. “Alright. Just remember you have school in the morning.” Sweetie impatiently waved her off.
The next morning, Sweetie yawned and opened her eyes. Her father was still holding her close, so she slowly crawled free and looked at him. His face was troubled. She then looked over his shoulder at the food tray. It still looked untouched, which only increased her worry. Gently, she shook him. “Daddy…you have to eat.” The pasta dish they’d made for him was, of course, cold, but still edible. She took it to the kitchen to reheat, then brought it back. Sweetie picked up the fork in her magic, speared a healthy bite, then maneuvered it to his mouth. “Open…” Slowly, he did finally open his mouth, and she stuck the fork full in. “That’s a good Daddy.” This continued until she’d fed him the entire meal. Only then did he open his eyes and look at her, then a ghost of a smile appeared on his lips.
“Thank you, Sweetie. You’re a good girl.”
She smiled and hugged him again. “It will be alright, Daddy!” She then wiped her own eyes as she added. “I have to get to school soon. Will you be okay?” He nodded, then closed his eyes again. She was far from convinced, but she did have to go. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, Daddy. I love you!”
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“We’re sorry about your Mom and your Dad, Sweetie,” said Apple Bloom. She and Scootaloo were sitting with their friend at recess, far away from the other teen fillies and colts.
Sweetie hung her head. “Thanks, guys. But I just don’t know what to do! I got him to eat, but he’s still so sad.”
They sat in silence until finally, the bell rang. As they were about to go back into the classroom, Apple Bloom said, “Wait a minute, Sweetie. Ah think Ah may have an idea.”
Sweetie’s face lit up. “Really?! What is it?”
But Apple Bloom shook her head. “Not now. Let’s wait until after class.”
Sweetie pouted. “Can’t you tell me now?”
“There’s no time. It’s gonna take a bit to explain, so we’ll have to wait.”
Sweetie sighed. “Alright…” She hung her head as they made their way inside.
A few hours later found them all at the Apple Family farm. Apple Bloom directed the two to head out to the CMC clubhouse, while she went to go retrieve something from the house. It was a very impatient pair of young fillies that Apple Bloom returned to a few minutes later, holding something in a bag. Once inside, Apple Bloom shut the door and pulled the curtains closed. She turned to her friends and said, “Okay: what Ah have to tell you is a secret. It’s something mah brother taught me, and he really likes it.” Apple Bloom smiled. “Ah do too.
Sweetie was practically shaking with impatience, while Scootaloo looked a bit scared. “What is it?”
Apple Bloom opened the door a crack and peeked outside first. Then she shut it and turned back to her friends, taking the large object out of the bag, which Apple Bloom later explained was called a 'dildo.'
“Y’all ever hear of a ‘blowjob?’”
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Sweetie walked back to her home on stiff legs. Her mind was still reeling with what she’d heard and done, and she wasn’t sure what to do with the knowledge. But Apple Bloom had insisted it never failed to make her brother happy, no matter what his mood. If she was honest with herself, the thought of doing that to any stallion made her a bit queasy, but also strangely excited. This was something they’d never covered in Sex Ed, but she remembered her teacher had told them sex was something that two ponies did when they loved each other. That thought made up her mind, for that certainly described her situation. The way Apple Bloom had gone into details about the act had caused a sudden heat to appear in Sweetie’s nethers and because of this she and Scootaloo had drilled her for almost an hour with questions. They’d many more for her, but it had gotten late, and she knew she should get home.
Being a race of mostly nudists, Sweetie had seen her fair share of stallion’s parts, but she’d never paid too much attention to them. Now she found herself staring at the few stallions she passed on the way home and she wondered. Could she really do that to a real stallion? She and Scootaloo had listened and watched with fascination as Apple Bloom had first explained, then demonstrated her technique. After some hesitation, Sweetie Belle had then given it a try. It had been difficult at first, but with Apple Bloom coaching her she had managed to finally get it into her throat without gagging. But as soon as she got home, she faced the ultimate challenge of her young life.
She found herself at her destination. Her heart was beating wildly as she climbed the stairs to her parents’ room. Slowly, she opened the door. All was dark with the curtains pulled shut. Her father looked like he hadn’t moved from this morning, and she felt a pang as she watched him. She swallowed nervously, then walked around the bed until she was facing him. He was sleeping, but fitfully, as he first lay on one side, then on his back. He looked like he'd been crying again, and that’s what did it for her.
She climbed up on the bed, then pulled down the sheets, exposing his groin. She got her first really good look at him. He was big but not as large as Apple Bloom had described Big Mac, which was a relief. The thought of a cock as large as Big Mac’s had frankly scared her, but she might be able to manage this one.
“For you, Daddy,” she whispered, then bent down, stuck out her tongue and gave a tentative lick. His cock twitched at the contact and he gave a little moan in his sleep. She licked him again. This time he began to emerge out of his sheath. Thinking back to Apple Bloom’s instructions, she focused on his balls. They were round and firm, with a heady fragrance that caused the heat to reappear in her nether regions again. She licked and slurped, getting them wet. Now, he was fully erect, so she dragged her tongue up his shaft and began to suckle the head. She wrapped her hooves around it and began bobbing her head up and down. She took a deep breath and relaxed her throat, shutting her eyes tight and allowing him to penetrate as deep as he could go. She pulled her head back and took a breath, then slowly filled her mouth and throat again and again with his cock. It felt wonderful, and from the sounds he was making, she could tell he was enjoying it too.
Then her father began thrusting and moaning, pushing more of himself past her warm, wet lips, so she stayed still and held her breath, allowing him to go deeper than when she’d tried. With one hoof caressing his balls, she could feel them tense up, which meant he was going to fill her mouth. Just then, his moans reached their peak and a flood of what Apple Bloom had called ‘cum’ gushed into her throat. She tried to swallow as much as she could, but it was too much. It ran down her chin and onto his stomach and his cries tapered off as he pulsed over and over.
She waited until he was done, slurped it one last time and then turned and looked up at him. His eyes were closed, and it seemed as though he was still asleep. But now there was a smile on his face that hadn’t been there before, and the sight filled her with joy.
“I love you, Daddy.”
