It's Not Rocket Science

by Clopficsinthecomments

Rating: mature
Tags: Random, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Original Character, Comedy
Length: 8236

Jet Stream is a powerful industry leader in the burgeoning equestrian aerospace industry and a struggling single father, in that order. His lack of patronly parenting skills reaches its azimuth one afternoon when his lust overrides his reason. ABORT!

Based on the OC Characters by the legendary artist: Shinodage. Specifically an artwork recently posted by him which may be affiliated with the number NSFW 1589326

Jet Stream had a very tough week at Equestria's first annual aerospace conference in Canterlot. More than half of his projects required monetary support from the Royal Rocketry Commission, represented at the conference by the notorious Ms. Harshwhinny. An infamous tease, Jet Stream had done everything he could to seduce the older mare, only for her to finally take his competitor Tesla Musk up to her hotel room.

Returning home once the conference was finished, frustrated, tired and not thinking straight, he is met with the unexpected sight of his young daughter - who was supposed to still be at her mother's house.

Sexually frustrated, mentally exhausted, and confronted with an attractive, innocent young filly who adores him - will Jet Stream manage to hit the NO GO switch on this pending launch? Or will his main engine ignite and propel him to a completed mission?

Featured 11/20/17 - 11/23/17!

Warning contains: incest, fillycon, anal, M/F, light belly bulging. If you're not a fan - look elsewhere.

Now with a sequel by popular demand!

REMINDER: ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

Published 2017-11-19 22:50:06 UTC
Last updated 2017-11-19 22:50:06 UTC

Canterlot, We've Had a Problem.

A quick clopfic based on the recent picture by Shindoage on derpibooru NSFW post #1589326

Jet Stream pushed open the door to his 2-story Las Pegasus penthouse condo, groaning in frustration as he threw his bags onto his foyer's floor and his keys onto the nearby side-table.

The light cream-colored pegasus with a red and orange mane finally had a moment to compose himself after the disaster the past week had been. Stretching his wings, loosening his tie and collar and running a hoof through his buzz-cut after the long flight from Canterlot he moaned as his wings remained stiffly partly outstretched - and it wasn't because they'd cramped up from the flight. Thinking back, Jet Stream tried to understand where everything had gone wrong.

He had started off by dropping off his 16 year old filly, Apogee, at his ex-wife's junkyard outside of Las Pegasus. Although Apogee (a peach colored pegasus with a blue and green mane and her mother's indigo eyes) was now a veteran of the independent life of a child of divorced parents, he couldn't stomach leaving her on her own for a whole week. Besides she loved spending time with her mother, Delta Vee... a pony that Jet Stream had difficulty keeping a cordial relationship with. Although Delta Vee was always so lazy and negative, and blamed her lack of success in life on her pregnancy and their short, failed marriage, Jet Stream tried to stay civil with her, for his daughter's sale. After managing to convince his ex to take care of their daughter for more than a single afternoon (seriously, Apogee adored her for some reason Jet Stream could never understand), he had immediately left for Canterlot.

It was the first iteration of the Canterlot Commercialization of Space Expo, and a critical week for Jet Stream's company - EquestriAero to land some major government contracts.

Jet Stream was the CEO of the struggling major airline, which had famously established itself as the leading provider of non-pegasus based air transport services on Equis over the past decade. The sleek, tube-bodied jet aircraft could outpace all but the fastest of pegasi in a far more comfortable and quiet interior. The company would be making mountains of bits, if Jet Stream hadn't insisted on maintaining an extremely expensive Aerospace R&D department... but regardless of his shareholders' desires, Jet Stream was still adamant in his desire to build Equestria's first commercially viable space plane and make the science he and the other ponies at EASA developed accessible to all...

To do that, he'd need some of the Crown's support. Not only were the heavens still officially the legal domain of the Solar and Lunar Princesses (to the eye-rolling reaction of most serious scientists), but the costs of developing such an ambitious and huge project were heavily front-loaded and the benefits were extremely far in the future - massive loans and subsidies from the Crown were a must.

So it was that Jet Stream found himself schmoozing with the royal representative for science expenditures throughout the entire week: Ms. Harshwhinny. How she'd managed to land such a prestigious role escaped him, perhaps she'd levered some of the political pull she'd gathered from her time as the organizer of the Equestria Games. In any case, the mare had looked right past the solid proposals and presentations of EquestriAero and proceeded to aggressively sexually harass him. In her words, "In my experience - I find stallions only able to meet the demanding needs of Crown requirements if they can prove themselves to have incredible stamina and be able to satisfy the desires of the mares who make up the majority of Equestria and pay the majority of Equestrian taxes."

The fact that she had been wrapping her tail around his inner-thigh as she said this only confirmed her outdated sexist thinking.

So, Jet Stream spent an entire week pretending to be Harshwhinny's vapid boy-toy instead of the extremely intelligent and powerful pony he was. Hanging off her every word, giggling at her terribly acidic and sarcastic humor, massaging her shoulders and flank at her demand, and accompanying her to after-conference cocktail parties and bars to be her little stallion-trophy amongst the Canterlot elite. The fact that it was incredibly demeaning (seriously, it felt like he was a kept stallion from the Victhooforian era) was only made worse by Harshwhinny's terrible blue-balling.

Every opportunity she had she'd be flashing her middle-aged marehood at him, or nuzzling his neck and licking his ear, or dragging her blonde silky tail through his thighs along his balls and sheath. Without fail she would end each night using her hoof to stroke his wings until he had a painful wing-boner, only to chuckle and say that she'd need to wait until the conference was finished and she'd made her decision before inviting him over to her place for a romp due to the ethics rules associated with being the royal representative.

He had grinned and bore it though, knowing that it was all for the greater good of his company, and Equestrian science - it couldn't get any worse right? Well, he was wrong...

Of course, just a few hours from the end of the conference, Harshwhinny had disappeared from his side for a few moments when he'd been looking at a young colt's presentation on utilizing compression with turbo scramjets to 'skip' across the atmosphere (Jet Stream had noted with a grin that he was basing his work off of one of Delta Vee's old university papers). After a couple of desperate hours looking for her, she'd appeared in the main hall with a different stallion hanging off her whithers: Tesla Musk, a young Unicorn stallion and Jet Stream's biggest rival, the founder of SpaceZed.

Harshwhinny had grinned evilly at him as she announced to the conference that the Crown had chosen 'the young, energetic company to satisfy its needs' and unveiled the SpaceZed-EASA joint venture.

Dumbfounded, (seriously, all that stupid Musk wanted to do was have regular rockets that landed on remote controlled ships... how would that be a big breakthrough?!), Jet Stream had left in a huff to board his private jet to head back to Las Pegasus. Frustrated both mentally and sexually, he'd asked the colt steward (unfortunately the cute mare stewardess was sick) for a never ending stream of scotch from wheels-up to landing.

So it was that he found himself in his foyer, mentally discombobulated and nearly-drunk, his wings half extended in arousal and a partial erection growing in his loins.

At least he could draw a nice hot bath, pour himself a glass of wine, send out for a pair of nice young Las Pegasus mares... maybe even them have dress up like Harshwhinny and put on a Hoofington accent then get them to stick their flanks up in the-

Jet Stream's fantasizing was interrupted as he noticed that his granite kitchen island countertop was a huge mess. Three bowls of Boop-O-Roops and a pizza box lay out, along with a mix of candy wrappers and potato chip bags. But how? The cleaners would have come earlier this morning - the only other pony who had a key to his place was...

"Hey dad!"

Oh.

"Uh... Apogee? What are you doing here?" Jet Stream asked, his erection dying quickly and shriveling back up and his wings folding back. He couldn't believe he was going to be blue balled again.

"Mom said that you were back today, so she decided to drop me off a day early!" Apogee called from the living area.

Bucking lazy as usual, Delta Vee... Didn't want to spend one more minute with our daughter, did you? Jet Stream thought angrily. Delta Vee was supposed to watch her tonight! She'd take a big risk sending Apogee back early, if things had gone according to plan he' be shacked up with Harshwhinny about now... she must have heard that SpaceZed had landed the contract and decided to rub it in. Great.

"G-great..." Jet Stream groaned as he began to clean the kitchen. Something was tickling his nose, a weird scent that seemed so familiar and tangy... was it coming from the cold pizza or something?

"How did your thing go, Dad?" Apogee asked absently from the living area.

His nostrils flaring as the pervasive odor continued rushed into his senses, he picked up an envelope which was next to the haphazard pile of Apogee's travel bag. He opened it as he replied. "Uhm, fine hun... where are you?"

"Right here, Dad... I'm just playing 'Lunar Lander'." Apogee's voice called from nearby, though he couldn't see her. "Oh - Mom left an envelope for you. It's on my bag."

Jet Stream headed around the counter, noticing that the smell hung thicker in the air here... and was getting muskier. Involuntarily reacting, he felt his erection begin to swell slightly again in his sheath.

He paused to open the envelope, seeing Delta Vee's sloppy handwriting inside...

Hello Jet. I saw that Musk landed the big funding contract... or should I say laid? Harshwhinny was one of the advisers on my contract to junk the guard's old chariot brigade, so I know how she acts. Sucks to be you. I'm sure after the week with Harshwhinny you had other 'plans' for tonight so I thought this would be a perfect chance to give you a taste of your own medicine and see how much fun it is to have your daughter unexpectedly dropped off in your lap.

Jet Stream grumbled in anger under his breath - "Using Apogee to get back at me like that... Unbelievable." Before reading on.

Turnabout's fair play, asshole. For what it's worth your space plane 'was' a better idea. Reminds me of when we met and were dreaming about exactly that in the old waffle house... before you knocked me up and bucked up my life that is... P.S. Don't take out your frustration with me on Apogee, she's had a tough couple of days. I think she's going into her first estrus cycle. You'll be beating off the horny little colts with a stick if hers are anything like mine were when I was her age... have fun with that.

Jet Stream crumpled the letter in shock and anger.

The smell.

It suddenly rushed back to him where the scent was familiar from. Delta Vee's college room, partway through the spring semester, the powerful, tangy cinnamon scent diffused everywhere in her dorm room. Her winking marehood. The countless hours they'd spent that weekend in her bed, as he rutted her into oblivion.

Jet Stream felt his erection begin to lengthen and slide partway out of his sheath, throbbing with each of his rapidly increasing heartbeats.

Delta Vee had screamed out his name over and over as her clenching college co-ed love tunnel had milked his shaft dry...

"Dad?" A cute young filly's voice said, "you OK?"

Apogee's question interrupted Jet Stream's sexual memory of her mother just as he stepped around the corned into the living room. The scent had become almost overpowering now. It felt like the female pheremones in the air were actually condensing and dripping in his nostrils, a potent biochemical that was making his heart race and his head fuzzy.

He walked around the corner of the couch to see his 16 year-old filly pegasus daughter spread out on the floor prone, playing lunar lander on her Pritendo JoyBoy. She was looking at the small grey brick in heavy concentration, her tongue sticking out from the side of her muzzle as she tried to maneuver the small craft to a safe virtual landing on Luna's moon.

But Jet Stream wasn't paying any attention to his daughter's misapplication of virtual propellant. His eyes were focused squarely on her rear...

She had placed one of the sofa throw cushions on the floor under her hips, lifting her flank up in the air. Her tail was pulled up in a bun with a tail wrap exposing her plot for all to see. Jet Stream gulped as he saw his teenage daughter's slightly darker genitals, his gaze tracing from her tailhole down to her mare lips. They were clearly slightly swollen and aroused, a slight hint of pink visible and suggesting that her young interior was burning with lust within.

"A-ahem..." Jet Stream tried clearing his throat, only to almost choke on the heavy scent hanging in the air, which he now knew had originated from his daughter's aroused vagina, "uh hun... w-what is that tail style?"

Apogee sprung up, her Joy Boy forgotten as she faced her father, a light flush on her face. "Do you like it? It's the latest style from Manehattan and all the girls at school are wearing these now!" She smiled.

Jet Stream gulped down another swallow of the thick pheremones in the air. If fillies had worn tail-styles like that when he was in school, he'd never have graduated.

"C'mon Dad! Tell me if you think it looks good on me!" Apogee circled away from him to show off her butt. "I think it makes my flanks look great!"

Picture one occurs here, NSFW: 1451966

Jet Stream's fatherly mind wanted to say that the style was completely inappropriate for a filly of her age, that she needed to wear her tail down until she was at least 18... but something wasn't working right in his brain and instead what escaped his mouth was: "buck yeah, they look sexy."

Jet Stream blinked in surprise that he had said that, shaking his head as if trying to clear the air around his head from Apogee's estrus haze. He stumbled to the sofa and slumped to his seat.

Apogee blushed a little bit and giggled. "Uh... thanks Dad?" She turned around and bent down to pick up her JoyBoy, wings still slightly outstretched. As she looked up, her eyes slid over Jet Stream's increasingly visible erection before looking away in embarassment... and excitement. Had she just given her Dad a boner? No, that couldn't be...

Jet Stream noticed his daughter's glance and the subsequent blushing aversion of her eyes and realized she was looking at his dick. Grabbing another throw pillow, he quickly covered his crotch. "S-sorry hun, it was a long week and I was thinking of a mare I met..." Jet Stream lied quickly: obviously he couldn't admit that he'd just gotten harder from looking at his daughter's teenage snatch.

Blushing and chuckling awkwardly, Apogee looked away as she sat on the glass coffee table. "No worries, pop." Apogee had seen her father nude many times (they were both ponies after all), and she knew that stallions sometimes got erections.

"Sorry about the funk in here, by the way." Apogee's nose twitched as she continued mashing the buttons on her JoyBoy entertainment system. "I've been smelling weird all day and didn't get a chance to shower this morning... I've been meaning to crack a windo-"

"No no, don't I-I like your smell, reminds me of your mom." Jet Stream blurted out, his head swimming... What had he just said to his daughter? "uh... b-but how are you feeling sw-sweetie?" he managed to stammer out, as he felt his shaft throbbing under the couch cushion.

"Hm..." Apogee replied without looking up, "actually I've been feeling a bit funny all afternoon." Apogee responded as she wiggled her butt on the coffee table.

With her tail up in a bun, Jet Stream knew that she was wriggling her hot little ponut and fillyhood on the cold glass of the coffee tab- STOP! He mentally rebuked himself for fantasizing about his daughter's genitals smushing against the glass.

"Actually Dad, I've felt a little lonely and uncomfortable like I haven't in a long time." Apogee paused her JoyBoy and looked up at her father, her piercing indigo eyes burning deep into his.

Jet Stream could see her mother, Delta Vee, in that stare... the same burning desire, the insatiable lust. Only it was coming from the cute, freckled face of his 16 year old daughter.

"I-I was kinda wondering..." Apogee said nervously as she looked at her strong, reliable, loving father. "If you could k-kinda preen me for a bit... like you used to when I was younger."

Jet Stream gulped, the last vestiges of his conscious mind screaming at him to say NO. It was so simple, just say no, get up and walk right into his room and shut the door and lock it. Take a cold shower, get some sleep and take Apogee down to the cooler shop in the morning and teach her how to deal with her estrus privately... The other road would lead inevitably, like a rocket launch on an unstoppable countdown, to a massive explosion.

"No-" Jet Stream began, until he saw his daughter's teary eyes. She was lonely, confused, aroused... could he just walk away?

"No problem."

Apogee squee'd as she bounced cutely over to the couch.

Jet Stream couldn't help but notice the snail trail of filly-juice she'd left on the coffee table, before his daughter suddenly leapt onto him without warning.

"*Ooomph* what the?" Jet Stream began, as Apogee had hopped onto the cushion perched over his crotch, snuggling her rear down onto the satin pillow and putting either rear leg on either side of his, before putting her forehooves on his rear legs as she faced away from him.

"There's this one primary that's really bugging me, too..." Apogee looked back over her shoulder as she flared her wingspan out, revealing her messy and ruffled feathers.

Jet Stream began to slowly and methodically set his daughter's feathers into place, something he hadn't done since she was a little filly and was doing this for the first time. He had never told her that, although preening was something that parents helped their children with, as pegasi became older it had a very different meaning once you got past sexual maturity.

Preening between adult pegasi was an activity that would traditionally be done only by married couples. It was something extremely intimate, as it was considered to be something that you would do for your mate after sex, to ensure that the disheveled thrusting and acrobatics of pegasi coitus would not result in un-aerodynamic wings.

Jet Stream shifted another primary on his daughter's left wing as he remembered how he'd done the same for the filly's mother after blowing a load across her back... they'd chuckled about how his semen could act as a good natural oil for Delta's feathers before the preening had devolved into more sweaty, mindless sex...

Jet Stream felt his erection stiffen even more and began to peek out from under the cushion as it grew and expanded up his belly toward his belly-button.

Without thinking, he leaned forward and under his daughter's right wing to where her 'wingpit' was, nuzzling his nose against one of her preening glands to get a little bit of her oil on his nose to help align and set her larger feathers.

"Umnnf! D-dad!" Apogee squeaked, a shiver shaking through her body.

Jet Stream felt like he'd just been punched in the face. He'd totally forgotten how the oils of a mare in heat were absolutely saturated in sex pheromones, the evolutionary thinking being that by spreading the scent all over the pegasus mare's wings she would more clearly signal her readiness to mate and reproduce... to fuck.

Jet Stream felt his shaft reach full mast, bulging and throbbing against his chest where it was pinned by the pillow and his daughter's rump. He looked down at that plot, able to clearly see his daughter's teenage ponut and just the top of her swollen pussy mashing against the top of the velvet pillow.

He reached forward with his snout and drew a long lick from the middle of his daughter's sweaty back to her left wing, where a primary feather ready for removal clearly protruded.

"Mmn D-dad..." Apogee moaned as she wriggled her hips at his lick, grinding herself against the pillow and creating blissful agony for the both of them. "W-wait s-something ff-eels..."

Jet Stream nipped the primary gingerly with his teeth and plucked the broken vane of the feather out from his daughter, extracting it smoothly.

"*Humnf!* Hunf!* Umnnnngg....!" Apogee drew two shuddering half-breaths before she shook heavily, grinding her hips and letting out a loud moan. Half a moment later Jet Stream felt a wetness on his lap and heard a light dripping sound from the edge of the couch down to the floor below. Apogee had just climaxed.

"*heh* *heh* Oh man! T-this is so embarass-" Apogee began, mortified that she had just orgasmed from her father preening her, but she was cut off before she could finish.

Jet Stream dipped his head down to look at his lap where his daughter's butt had ground itself onto a now soaking cushion. A flexible stallion, Jet Stream was able to lower his nose to where the small puddle was trickling off the back of the cushion onto his chest fur and his hard shaft, still pooled against his young daughter's plump ponut and the barest glimpse of the top of her marehood. He buried his nose in the flesh and inhaled deeply, sucking in his daughter's intoxicating scent.

"embarass-inNGG!?" Apogee squeaked in shock as she felt her father's nose against her tail hole.

Jet Stream's cock was now rock hard, and had begun to drool its own juices. It was a clear indicator that Jet Stream's 'mission control' had put the OVERRIDE switch to AUX... he was in full biological stallion mode now.

"MMmmfff..." Jet Stream pulled his nose out of his daughter's butt with a hearty snort. "OK sweetie, let's get your ass off the cushion - don't want to ruin it now..." Jet Stream grabbed his daughter's tail bun with his left hoof and lifted her by her dock momentarily as he slid the cushion out from under her.

"D-dad?" Apogee asked with some trepidation, knowing that by removing the cushion she would be dripping directly onto her father... a very private part of her father. She blushed bright red at the embarrassing thought, even as she imagined her father's cock getting wet with her juices. For some reason it excited her... she wondered about how thick and big it was... was it as large as some of the ponies in the PlayPony magazines her mom had given her? What color was it?

She shook her head, to try to clear it of the sexy thoughts about her Dad and tried to keep herself propped up on her rear hooves, holding her hips off of her dad's lap. She couldn't sit on him when she was in this state!

...or could she?

Celestia, did she ever want to. All day she'd been thinking about colts and their dicks, like never before, and now there was a big hunky colt like her Dad right under her. Her fillyhood ached so bad, she just wanted to rub it against her dad's lap to make it feel better... b-but that was so embarrassing!

She had to get off of him before she dripped on him or sat on him in the state she was in!

Apogee made to get up off the couch, only to feel her father's strong hooves grip her flanks, and pull her back.

"Hold on hun, I haven't finished your wing massage yet..." Jet Stream growled fiercely into her ear, and aggressiveness there that Apogee had never heard before that made her heart flutter.

She felt her father's hooves on her tight teenage flanks squeeze tightly and force her to sit down on him with a wet slap.

She felt her tight little flanks against her father's thighs, and a thick, hot, sausage-like object between them that rose up to wedge itself against her burning lower lips and her tight tail pucker.

"Buck! You're a naughty little filly aren't you, Apogee?" Jet Stream moaned as he felt his daughter's wet sticky teenage snatch laying against his stallionhood, her juices slathering over him and trickling down to his testicles as her heat sandwiched his lower shaft. His daughter's pucker rested against the underside of his flare, twitching as it touched the juices dribbling out of his cock-slit.

"Oh man, Dad!" Apogee yelped as she felt her wings snap to full attention on either side of her. "I f-feel..." she trailed off as she felt her father's hooves kneading her back muscles in ways she didn't know possible. She squeaked and tried to lean forward to relieve some of the downward pressure she was exerting on her pussy against her father's shaft, and to escape Jet Stream's massage, but he wasn't having it.

"Uh-uh, Sweetie... you sit right up straight for me." Jet Stream moaned into his daughter's freckled right ear as he pulled her back so that she was sitting up straight, then forced her hips down onto his shaft again she she was grinding her pussy along his cock - sandwiching it between her lower-lips.

"D-dad!?" Apogee squeaked as she felt her father's shaft spreading her lips and mashing her small winking clitoris against his cock. She felt another embarassing squirt of her juices slip from her and continue to make their laps sloppy and wet.

Jet Stream continued to knead his hooves into his daughter's sensitive dorsal flight muscles, teasing and tweaking the sensual area as he felt her wetness soaking the couch beneath them. If she was at all like her mother, then she'd have a weak spot right... there. He twisted the edge of his hoof on a particularly coiled muscle.

"YE-YESSSssss!!!" Apogee suddenly chirped as she began to hump forward and back against her father's shaft, pinned between her nethers and his chest.

"Good girl, good girl! Now keep sliding like that for your Dad..." Jet Stream whispered into her ear with a little lick as he reached around his teenage daughter in an embrace, one hoof wrapping around her upper chest and another dropping down to her lower abdomen to tweak her small but pert teenage teats.

"Oh Celestia... Dad!" Apogee groaned as she slid back and forth along her father's shaft, her marehood clenching and un-clenching. "Dad... Dad it feels so good!" Apogee leaned her head back toward her father and opened her mouth, her tongue hanging out.

Jet Stream didn't hesitate and leaned forward, sucking his little daughter's panting tongue up into his mouth before driving forward into her mouth with his own tongue.

Apogee's lazy rolling eyes snapped back open in shock as her father stole her first kiss. She felt his hot powerful tongue muscle playing around in her mouth, tracing over her teeth and wrestling against her own tongue. For a moment she was shocked at the intensity of her Dad's kissing - he wasn't her Dad right now, he was a wild male stallion, dominating her. She felt his hoof grasping at her little teats, the small nubs of her nipples hard from his ministrations. She felt his throbbing stallionhood against her filly parts, each throb making her grasp and clench involuntarily and she realized...

She liked this... No, she LOVED this.

She closed her eyes and leaned in to her father's passionate kiss, melting into his control completely as he handled her like the adorable little filly she was.

Breaking the kiss with a wet smack, Jet Stream took his hooves back to his daughter's back and traced down from between her wings and to the start of her tail muscles, perched between her small but pert flanks. Kneading in there he was able to push her teenage marehood against him even more powerfully, before dipping under her tail and touching her tight tailhole.

Reacting to this, Apogee began to grind faster and harder - sensing his daughter was close to orgasming again, Jet Stream reached down with a heart slap to her teenage flanks, which set off the chain reaction.

"Duh- duh- duh D-dad!!!" Apogee squeaked as she leaned back onto her father and squirted forward onto the floor below in a small torrent of her sex juices. Her body convulsed and shuddered for half a minute as she squeaked and writhed in the flow of ecstasy.

There was no stopping Jet Stream now.

With a sudden movement he threw his daughter forward off of the couch.

Her eyes opened in surprise as she landed on the floor below. Her forehooves clattered onto the glass coffee table while her rear hooves landed shakily on the hardwood floor. Now on all fours with her forehooves on the glass table and her little teenage wings outstretched, she looked back over her shoulder at her father with confusion on her face.

"H-huh?"

Jet Stream looked at her with a wicked grin on his face, leaning back on the couch with one hoof idly stretched out beside him gripping the cushions. "Guess we're all done then, hun..." He smirked.

"B-but, I thought... what?" Confusion on Apogee's cute face was apparent, as she lifted an eyebrow and looked back at her father. Her eyes were drawn away from his grinning face to his stallionhood, now standing proudly at full attention. It wasn't quite as long as the colts in PlayPony... especially the big earth-pony hunks... but it was thick. It was also right behind her, and it looked way bigger in person then the magazines she'd look at under her covers with a flashlight at her mom's junkyard.

Jet Stream enjoyed teasing his daughter, looking forward at her dripping plot. She was young and inexperienced, he could see that in her face and demeanor, but her tight little butt more than made up for that as her tight teenage fillyhood winked invitingly at him over and over, at a pace that the middle-aged Harshwinny could not hope to match. He twitched his abdominal muscles to make his cock jump tantalizingly.

Apogee looked at her relaxed father, his wide cock twitching in her vision. She felt her pussy clenching and unclenching again and again, dripping to the hardwood floor below and a part of her wanted to pull her tail down in embarrassment, to hide her winking filly-parts from her Dad, who was in prime position to get a full show...

But another, deeper part of her, which was much louder was getting her to bend forward a little bit, to tilt her hips a little so they were facing upwards a bit, to flag her tail muscles so that it lifted her dock up and aside. It wanted her Dad... no her stallion to mount her with that... that... beautiful organ.

Jet Stream smiled, his mind completely drunk on his daughter's airborne sexual hormones and the scotch he'd downed earlier. "Did you need somethin- hun? I think you should be gettin' to bed now, no?" He reached down and idly stroked his shaft.

Apogee's cheeks puffed out a little bit. "D-dad! Don't be lame... ar-are we doing this?" Apogee asked with a blush. Her rear was burning with desire... how could he not know what she wanted!?

"Doing what, hun?"

"Y'know... that."

Jet Stream grinned... "We really shouldn't. C'mon hun, you're going to have to ask for it." He loved making mares beg to be rutted. Loved to make them talk filthy. It wasn't connecting in his head that this was his daughter of 16 years that he was making beg.

Apogee got a little teary eyed. "I-I d-don't know how to... I just... Augh! Please Dad?" She wiggled her hips a bit.

Jet Stream would usually have resisted but he couldn't help when his daughter begged. He hopped to all fours and mounted his daughter.

Apogee squeaked in fear as her father's big, heavy hooves landed on the outside of hers on the coffee table. She realized then that he was a much bigger pony than her. She felt his rear hooves briefly kick her rear hooves so she had a bit of a wider stance - it made her feel more open and vulnerable as her hooves began to slip on the slick hardwood floor.

They slid outwards until they bumped into her father's rear hooves giving her purchase but making her feel totally engulfed by the larger pony on top of her. And then he laid his weigh onto her.

"Ooph!" She felt her father's bulk rest down on her back, his heavy weight making her lock her legs to support him. She could feel something hot and heavy on her lower back, laid across her spine like a hot pipe before it ran between her flanks and against her tail. She wiggled her hips to adjust it, and felt her father pull his hips back.

The pipe slid off her back, the head writhing along her plot and poking at her small, plump left flank before it adjusted itself and slid suddenly into the place it was designed to be by their natural biology.

Jet Stream felt his flare slide up against his daughter's teenage pussy, which was still clenching and drooling. He leaned forward and nipped his daughter's ear playfully.

"D-Dad!" Apogee groaned and instinctively pushed her hips back against his flare, as he pushed forward.

"DAD!" Apogee shouted through clenched teeth as her little fillyhood stretched outwards desperately at the pressure being exerted by both bodied against the wet junction between lips and flare.

"DAD!!!" Apogee squeaked again as her small clitoris winked against her father's flare, before the straining labial lips finally slipped over Jet Stream's coronal ridge wedging his cockhead into her body. "

"Unnff!!! B-buck D-dad!" Apogee squeaked as her marehood clenched and unclenched painfully on her father's thick cock, squirting sloppily along the underside of his shaft. "Y-you're inside!"

Jet Stream felt his daughter's incredibly tight marehood clenching and squeezing on him. Thankfully, her hymen was either very thin or had been broken in some other way, as he'd not felt anything after his little girl's pussy had finally let his fat cockhead penetrate her.

He sat there unmoving for a minute or so, letting his daughter adjust to him and relax. Jet Stream knew he was a thick stallion, and even the Las Pegasus call girls would ask him to give them a moment after he entered for them to relax around him before he'd start pounding.

After a minute or two, he felt Apogee finally beginning to unclench around him, as her body untensed ever so slightly and she begin to shift left and right, playing with the feeling of such a large shaft of meat being inside her.

"W-wow Dad, you're... you're BIG." Apogee said with a little wiggle of her hips.

"Okay hun, I'm gonna rut your little butt now." Apogee chuckled at her father's impromptu rhyme. "You ready, hun?"

Apogee nodded nervously.

Pulling back ever so slightly, Jet Stream pushed forward. Eliciting a little yelp from his daughter. He hadn't moved in her at all, her tightness just moving her whole body instead of permitting more of his dick to slide into her. Jet Stream kept rocking back and forth against his daughter, both their bodies moving in unison as he added just a tiny bit more force with each rock.

Suddenly, he began to slip deeper into her, his flare moving past the entrance and parting deeper into her hot, twisting, teenage love tunnel.

"D-dad!?" Apogee squeaked as she felt the new sensation of her father's cock opening new depths in her. But Jet Stream didn't answer, just continuing to rock back and forth at that same pressure that had allowed him to slip in slightly deeper. Apogee was no longer being driven back and forth with her father's light thrusts, now her teenage pussy was noisily squelching as it let half-inch after half-inch of her father's stallionhood into her body.

"*hmnf!* *hmnf!* *hmnf!" Apogee squeaked with each thrust, as she grit her teeth and clenched her eyes.

Jet Stream leaned down and laid a loving lick across his daughter's muzzle. "Relax hun, enjoy it. Relax and feel my cock spreading you out..." Apogee listened and relaxed, untensing her muscles. "That's it, hun. Now I want you to try wiggling a little bit with your butt... yep just like that! Fun isn't it?" Apogee chuckled and looked up at her father lovingly.

They continued that way for another 5 minutes or so, Jet Stream moving slowly and Apogee trying different movements and squeezes of her muscles, in between little stolen kisses and pecks from her Dad. During one particular hip gyration and clench of her butt, something twinged in Apogee... her wings shot out and she yelped aloud.

"*Anh!*" Jet Stream felt his daughter's orgasm, her tight love tunnel rhythmically tensing and clenching on him to try to milk and coax him into orgasm. A moment later a loud splatter filled the room as Apogee released a fresh squirt of juice to the floor below.

"S-sorry Dad..." Apogee was blushing and her ears were splayed back.

Jet Stream laughed and leaned in, "Don't be sorry Apogee, that's my good girl squirting like that. Now, it's my turn. Hang on, OK, hun?" He began to thrust a little bit harder now that Apogee was more comfortable and feeling a little bit more relaxed. He wouldn't have been able to tell from how tight her fillyhood was, but at least she wasn't spasming anymore.

Jet Stream's latest most powerful thrust brought his medial ring right up to his daughter's outer lips, up 'til now he had only been working with the upper part of his dick. That was about to change.

"D-dad what is th-that...?" Apogee asked with some fright as the medial ring began to push into her with subsequent thrusts.

Driving with his hips, Jet Stream pushed his little girl into the glass coffee table, knocking some of the books on it away to the floor as her chest was pressed against the tabletop and her front-hooves splayed out in front of her, poising her teenage plot high in the air to allow him to piledrive down into her.

"Dad!? *eep!*" Apogee squeaked again as the medial ring slipped into her, and her father drove deeper into her body, stretching her wide with each push.

"B-buck you're tight, hun!" Jet Stream moaned as he forced more of his thick stallionhood into his teenage daughter, each slamming thrust driving a quarter inch more of him into her. He was nearing the fattest, widest base of his cock now and Apogee had devolved to a mindless squeaking as her tongue lolled from her mouth onto the table.

"Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad!" Each exhortation came with another thrust, until suddenly Jet Stream felt his cockhead mashing against something deep inside his little girl... he'd reached her cervix. Apogee's wing's shot straight out and her fillyhood began to clench and twist on him, squirting obscenely as she began to climax from the stimulation to her cervix...

'Just like her mother...' Jet Stream thought.

Pushing just a little more, he felt the teenage filly's cervix shift ever so slightly, finally permitting him to fully enter her up to the hilt. Now he was going to town, slamming in and out of her in big, powerful strokes. Each one causing his balls to swing forward and slap against his daughter's marehood with a little wet smacking sound.

"Dad! *pap* Dad! *pap* Dad! *pap* Dad! *pap*..." sounds of their union and Apogee's groaning filled the condo until Jet Stream felt his member stiffen and his flare widen.

"Buck! Get ready hun!" Jet Stream leaned down and squeezed his daughter in a tight embrace as he nipped into her mane, setting off her own squeaking and writhing. A moment later, the first thick rope of semen splattered into his daughter's womb.

Jet Stream was always a prodigious producer. Delta Vee used to joke that he was named after his ejaculations, until she'd gotten pregnant by one of his cumshots. This evening, after an entire week of being teased and denied in Canterlot, Jet Stream was packing more than his average load.

"Buuuuuuuck!" Jet Stream moaned as he unloaded again and again with little thrusts into his girl. The relief was incredible as he felt the thick backup that had built up in his prostate and seminal vesicles over the past 7 days draining out with each clench of his muscles.

Apogee's eyes were rolling back in her head as her biology flooded her with dopamine and other ecstasy-inducing neurochemicals. Her uterus was filling with her father's spunk, the small teenage organ quickly filling to completion, before starting to strain outwards, her father's rigid flare wedging the cockhead against her cervix and not permitting the semen to flow out into her clenching vaginal canal.

"Unnnggghh.... D-dad...." She moaned, as her belly bulged ever so slightly, nothing obscene, just a small paunchy bulge that gave her a little bump from her belly button down to her nethers.

"Buck... *phew*..." Jet Stream moaned as he felt his last spasm slide out from his cock slit. He leaned down next to his daughter, panting heavily as he felt her continuing to squeeze and milk him. She looked at him with drunken-dazed eyes.

"Dad, that was awesome."

The two lay there for a few moments basking in each other's sweaty afterglow, before Jet Stream grunted and stood up.

It took some effort and maneuvering, but Jet Stream slowly wriggled his still rock hard shaft out of his daughter, ignoring her little squeaks and grunts as her tight pussy continued to clench and grasp at his stallionhood, not wanting him to withdraw.

Finally, he pulled his flare out of her sloppy pussy, a huge gush of cum flowing out with one or two 'glugs' splattering to the ground, as his daughter's small belly flattened back out.

"Mmmnnn, that was amazing Dad!" Apogee mewed as she rolled over onto the floor on her back, avoiding the huge puddle of their juices. She was breathing heavily and looking up from under her sweaty bangs at her father, standing over her with his erect and dripping shaft.

"Sure was, hun..." Jet Stream flinched, his balls still hurting... he couldn't believe it, but even after that release he still was hard... still needed a little more to clear his lust.

"Dad? What's wrong? Y-you're still..." Apogee looked at him - in all their health classes the stallion was supposed to be done after... well... y'know.

"Well hun, I think I'm not quite done yet..." Jet Stream bent over his daughter's supine form, "can you help your dad out?"

Apogee blinked, trying to clear her spinning, lusty vision. "Mnnn buck yeah, Dad." She wriggled on the ground in joy.

Jet Stream looked down at his teenage daughter, her pussy still sloppily drooling his spunk... that hole was out of the question... but the other option... could he really, though?

Apogee shifted her hips a bit, revealing her tight little ponut, covered in the drool of his spunk.

Yes. Yes, he could.

"Language, young lady..." Jet Stream leaned down into his daughter, planting his forehooves above her hips for leverage, as he aligned his cock. "OK hun, this is gonna feel a little different."

Apogee *squee'd* as her father gripped her hips again and shifted her into position. "Ooo! Belly-to-belly dolphin-style, like in mom's kinky novels!"

Jet Stream frowned and looked up at his giggling daughter. "She shouldn't be leaving those around for you to read..." He shifted again to align his flare with his teenage girl's tailhole.

"Uh... Dad?" Apogee's face scrunched up cutely. "I think that's the wrong... *eeep*!"

Jet Stream pushed with his hips and pulled with his forehooves, mashing his flare against her tight ponut. At first it just pushed into her body, under her dock... but then slowly but surely the tight puckering ring began to slowly spread outwards around his fat cock.

"D-dad!? T-that's my b-butthole!" Apogee squeaked before puffing up her cheeks and clenching tightly against her father's invasion of her tight tailhole.

"Hun, relax... breathe..." Jet Stream lectured, staring deeply at her. "That's it, relax... loosen... there ya' go... relax your anus,,, more... deep breath now, hun."

Apogee breathed out.

"That's it... one more time... almost in hun..."

"D-dad!!! It's really hot! It... it feels weird!!!" Apogee squeaked.

Jet Stream looked down, seeing his daughter's tight ponut finally slip over his head, his whole flare slipping into her suddenly.

"UNGgghh....!" Apogee squeaked, her eyes rolling back as her father penetrated her tailhole.

"Buck, hun... you're just as tight as your mom." Jet Stream couldn't help himself and began to push forward into his teenage daughter's hot asshole as it clenched and provided insane tightness around him.

Jet Stream was perched on his rear hooves with his legs splayed out and his daughter splayed out face-up in his lap, holding on with his legs and keeping her against him as he thrust deeper and deeper into her hot teenage anus.

The little thrusts drove him deeper and deeper in, until his medial ring bumped against her ponut. There was no way that was going in.

"Dad! B-buck!" Apogee squeaked. "You're... you're rutting my... my butt!" Jet Stream felt his daughter's twitching anus clenching on him, as he watched her sloppy teenage pussy clenching and release, drooling his spunk out and down over her asshole.

The pair began to slide across the floor as Apogee's sweaty back and spread wings provided little friction against the hardwood floor. They slid right into the small 1st floor bathroom, with its cold tile floor. Apogee's forehooves were held against her chest like a dog begging for a belly-rub as her father fucker her asshole. Finally, Apogee's cute little head slid up against the base of the standalone sink, her head bumping up against the cold white porcelain again and again with each of Jet Stream's thrusts.

"Dad. Dad. Dad. Dad! Dad! Dad! DAD! DAD!!!" Apogee squeaked as her head continue bonking against the base of the sink, Jet Stream's shaft throbbing in her tight asshole.

"Hun! I'm... I'm close!" Jet Stream moaned, feeling his teenage daughter climaxing on him again, her 8th of the night. He looked at her face, the eyes squinting rolling together and nearly going cross-eyed as her muzzle scrunched and fell open her ears twitching and splaying back while her freckles disappeared behind a heavy blush.

It was too perfect.

He knew what he had to do.

Pulling back quickly, he felt his daughter's anus stretch and grip at him as his slick cock shaft slid out of her tailhole, not wanting to permit him to withdraw. The tight ring of muscle stimulated him as his cockhead slid out, finally pushing him over the edge as he began to flare out and stiffen.

The first blast of cum fired into his daughter's asshole, before he finally slid out and put his thick spasming sausage onto his daughter's lower body, resting them on her teenage teats as he continued to fire thick creamy strand after thick creamy strand.

The first splatters hit Apogee right in her still open muzzle, partially sliding down her tongue into the back of her throat and partially rolling out of her lower lip and off of her chin. The next ropes hit her cheek and chest fluff, making thick strands over clear white gel in his daughter's fur. A thick blast hit her beautiful messy mane, before the biggest rope flew out of him and landed across her muzzle and between her eyes.

Pic two occurs here. NSFW: Derpibooru 1589326

The last few trickles drooled lazily out of Jet Stream pooling on Apogee's teenage teats as Jet Stream's cock shrunk and limply retreated across his daughter's belly...

The lust and biological override finally subsiding from Jet Stream like a thick fog lifting from his eyes... the shock and horror of what he had done finally began to dawn on Jet Stream with a cold lump forming in his stomach, as he looked down at his daughter her eye's askew in post-orgasmic bliss, covered in his semen, her tailhole stretched and drooling unspeakable juices, and worst of all: her tight teenage snatch leaking a steady stream of her father's potent spunk down into her tail.

"B-buck..." Jet Stream muttered as he began to faint. The last thing he heard as he fell onto his daughter's sticky, sweaty body...

"I l-love you D-Dad..."

Author's Note

Yeaaaaaah! Shinodage!!!!!

My favorite artist. Bar none.

Can't draw it cuter or sexier than the Shino.

When I saw the pic and some of the comments suggesting that it was Jet Stream's climax... I knew what I had to do.

Just a one-off, but I hope you enjoyed!

Let me know if anyone would like a short epilogue, or if this is a good place to leave the story!

Pretty obviously, this is non-canon by the way, as I have no permission from Shinodage and his work on the Aerospace family of Jet Stream, Apogee, and Delta Vee is awesome and likely non-incestual... it can be seen at his blog @ https://deltaveesjunkyard.tumblr.com/

Also for all purposes 16 solar years on Equis (pony-age) is equivalent to 18 years on Earth