Hi Everyone!
Since posting 'It's Not Rocket Science...' there has been an amazing amount of feedback from the fimfiction and derpibooru communities as well as some amazing artwork see 1591794 (NSFW) and 1592055. True to my word - I've done my best to start writing a fun and longer sequel. Hope you enjoy!

Jet Stream usually slept like a log.

As the owner of EquestriAir, Equestria's largest commercial airline, he had long days of hard work, followed by long nights of hard play. All of that was in addition to the work that he had to put in as a single, working father for his 16-year old teenage filly. So it was that when his head hit the pillows, he was usually out like a light until his alarm clock interrupted his peaceful rest at the crack of Celestia's dawn. Jet Stream had heard the rumours that Luna would visit ponies going through terrible nightmares... even if he did belive them, he would have had little need for her.

Tonight was a different story.

Jet Stream shifted in his sleep uncomfortably. He couldn't help but rustle under the silk sheets covering his king-size bed. He was having the strangest, most troubling dream...

Jet Stream walked through a musty forest, a strangely aromatic fog hanging thick all about him. He couldn't shake a terrible sinking feeling that something was completely off, as if there was something dangerous stalking him, lurking after him through the dark expanse of trees.

His meek and cautious forest trot was suddenly interrupted as all around him exploded with the muffled cawing of a thousand birds, only instead of them merely crowing they all seemed to be... moaning?

Their little moans of 'Dad! Dad! Dad!' were coming from every angle about him, slowly getting louder and louder. Terrified and unable to comprehend what was happening, Jet Stream froze in his only place of refuge next to a particularly large tree. As soon as he did, the entire world around him shook madly.

An earthquake?

Jet Stream sank to his haunches, pressing his back against the tree as hard as he could to steady himself from the vibrating earth beneath him. As he did so, the earthquake, with its mad gyrations abruptly ceased.

His heart racing, Jet Stream tried to gather his wits about him and overcome the sense of foreboding, the sense that he was forgetting or running away from some terrible truth chasing him through this dark forest.

Just as he prepared to launch himself to the air, the ground right in front of him shifted and rose, a little mound of dirt building up into a fairly large protrusing before peaking and bursting asunder to reveal... a mole?

Jet Stream almost yelped in fright and confusion. It was a small, adorable mole to be sure, but still a mole with a big long nose ending in a set of pink nostrils that looked more like they belonged on a pig. The little creature began to snuffle along the ground toward Jet Stream, causing him to slide further back, pressing up against the tree. But the mole just got closer and closer, sniffing up his right leg toward his crotch until it was upon him.

Before he could reach down to shoo the little thing away, it began snuffling at his testicles. At first Jet Stream giggled, the twitching, warm wet nose tickling his balls, but soon a new sensation began to overtake him. He felt his penis start to grow and slide out of his sheath, falling across the snout of the mole. The mole only began to snuffle harder, working its way upward and nudging against the base of his expanding penis, which was rapidly thickening and reaching a semi-erect state.

Jet Stream leaned down to put his forehoof on the mole's head and push it away from himself as he shifted uncomfortably to escape the strange sensations - but his movements were slow, weak... it felt like his forelegs were moving in slow motion. Before he could deflect the little mole, it reached up one of its wings to easily bat his hoof away from interrupting its ministrations.

Wait. Wings?

The forest began to get brighter and brighter, the trees in the distance shimmering away into mist.

The mole was dragging her nose all the way up his now fully erect stallionhood, pressing its wet snuffling end to the underside of his flare and cutely rubbing left and right against the most sensitive parts of his organ.

Her?

Jet Stream looked down to see that the creature was now sporting a mop of eerily familiar blue and green hair which playfully tickled his throbbing stallionhood as she continued her erotic scent exploration.

Just as he began to groan in plesaure, the ground about him began to shimmer and fade as the entire dreamscape began to collapse.

Leaning his head back in ecstasy from the sensations on his flare, the last thing Jet Stream saw as he rocketed back toward consciousness was what he could swear was a midnight blue Alicorn, watching him from a nearby cloud with a devious voyeuristic grin and giving him a wave as his world faded to white.

"Hungh!?" Jet Stream's eyes groggily opened, a ray of sunlight falling across his face completing the task of fully rousing him. "Wha-... where am-?"

He looked about, taking stock of where he was - for some reason his memory was very foggy as to how he'd gotten here, a familiar post alcohol haze mixing with some other strange brain fog he couldn't quite place.

This ceiling was familiar though... ah, this was the master-bedroom in his Las Pegasus penthouse condo. He was in his luxurious king-sized bed, with its red silk sheets, his back pressed up against the oak headboard.

"Phew!" He exhaled.

At least he was at home. But what time was it... hay, what day was it? He looked over at his mechanical alarm clock. The positions of the hand and the little date window immediately gave him the information he needed.

10 AM... On the 25th... A Saturday... The day after the convention in Canterlot would have wrapped up... Memories convention rushed back to him. The whole week of being blue-balled and teased, treated like a vapid boy-toy before going through the humiliating loss of the big royal space contract because Harshwhinny had found a younger stallion to 'ride'.

His mind continued to reconstruct the hazy timeline... His furious departure from the convention to the Canterlot airfield. Storming onto his company jet and demanding an immediate take off.The flight back and the booze, how he'd polished off an entire bottle of apple-scotch, being barely able to buckle his seat restraint for landing.

What had happened next? He remembered wanting to ask his Condo's doorman, Zero Gustaf, to send for a couple of the regular girls from 'Embers' (his top-end escort agency of choice) for some much needed relief... but that was about it. That brought him to the present moment... where he had woken up alone-

An unexpected giggle interrupted his train of thought. A giggle coming from right below him. From his crotchal region. His private area. His dick.

He looked down, and saw an unmistakable tent in the sheets over where his groin was. Although Jet Stream was a thick stallion 'down there', he knew this tent was not just his stallionhood making itself known (as it would most mornings... Jet Stream might be getting into his middle ages now, but he was still proud that he had a very energetic libido). Before he could confirm his suspicions that his stallionhood had not gained the ability to chuckle and a sense of humour overnight he felt a fuzzy, wet sensation on the underside of his shaft rubbing left and right followed by another giggle.

Jet Stream sighed, rubbing his temple with some frustration. He had told the Madame from Embers escort agency (the legendary Ember herself) that one of his rules was no overnight stays. Jet Stream was always a gentleman when dealing with the agency's girls in the evenings, but he used their services for fun and physical relief only not companionship: awkward mornings with strangers hanging about in his house were not his cup of tea.

He moaned involuntarily as his dick twitched from a sudden lick on the underside of his flare. It felt clumsy and fleeting, as if the girl was sampling him just to see how it would taste.

Jet Stream smirked to himself as felt another half-kiss half lick. This mare was definitely trying to earn a nice tip, though her oral skills were very unpracticed for a Las Pegasus girl from Embers. Jet Stream almost chuckled as the awkward licking of strange parts of his flare continued without the mare taking his member into her mouth.

He knew he was too thick for some mares to fit his girth into their jaw... but this tongue work was pretty pathetic. It reminded him of the first time he got an awkward blowjob afer prom in highschool. Still the innocent tongue flicks had their charm and soon he could feel his throbbing shaft begin to leak a little. The tongue paused, and he arched an eyebrow, wondering why the escort was hesitating to lap up his juices. Just before he was about to instruct her to do so, Jet Stream felt the mare's tongue tip tentatively trace across his cock-slit.

"*Gak! Blergh*" The mare suddenly whined, before chuckling in a whisper. "Celestia, that's so gross - I can't believe I did that!"

Jet Stream felt a horrifying, icy chill wash over his entire body.

He knew that voice.

Hoof shaking, he reached down to grab a hoof-ful of his red silk sheet before tearing it off his body with a flourish.

Between his legs, was his daughter, Apogee. Her eyes opened in shock, caught in the act of nuzzling her father's thick stallionhood with her freckled muzzle. A moment after meeting his eyes, she sheepishly grinned and blushed.

"G-good morning, D-dad?"

Jet Stream's eyes glazed over as the entirety of the previous evening rushed back to his memory. His daughter's first estrus... her scent saturating his condo... the preening session that devolved into a lap dance... and then... the sex.

"Uh... Dad?"

My Celestia, the sex. Jet Stream continued to panic silently, completely engrossed in his swirling thoughts.

"Hello? Equis to Dad?" Apogee waved a hoof in front of her father's face. Her nose scrunched in confusion and eyebrows arched at her dad's catatonic state.

Jet Stream was trapped in his memories. He was remembering how he'd pounded his little filly until she'd started screaming his name. Until she'd creamed on his cock, her fillyhood clenching and squirting on him as he jack-hammered her into his coffee table. Until he came in her... while she was in estrust! Jet Stream's mouth fell open as yet another wave of fear washed through him.

"D-don't say anything if you want me to keep going then, Dad." Apogee said with a shy blush, before booping her father's cockhead with her cute nose.

Jet Stream barely noticed his daughter's touch. His physical sensations separated entirely from his swirling thoughts, as his mind continued to race... What if she was pregnant!? She was a 16-year old in estrus for Celestia's sake... that is about as fertile as a pony can get, of course she's pregnant you idiot! Jet Stream thought to himself.

Apogee continued her little ice-cream cone licks on the ridge of her father's flare, her eyes flicking between the task at hand and her father's face, trying to guage his reaction. One of her hooves made its way to the base of his shaft and tried to wrap around it, her other hoof reaching behind herself to massage her own aching rear.

Though Jet Stream's body continued twitching and convulsing in reaction to his daughter's ministrations his mind was still detached, unable to fully grasp the reality of the situation unfolding... If she's pregnant what will I do? She can't have an abortion! I'll have to take her out of school for almost 11 months. Oh Celestia, what will other ponies think? I'm going to be sent to jail, no... no I'll be banished to TARTARUS. My only chance is to get her a coltfriend, make it seem like it was him. My Celestia, just what the hay did I do to my daughter yesterday?

Apogee was still hard at work on her spaced out father. She couldn't quite wrap her hoof around her father's shaft, it was so thick, so instead she did her best to simply stroke what she could reach. How the hay had she managed to fit that inside her last night, anyway? She re-doubled her efforts with her tongue, the tart taste of her father's pre-cum beginning to grow on her... Some deep thirst for his fluids was growing more insistent in her. Especially another type of fluid which she could still taste from the previous night. Her aching rear seemed to twitch with each fresh swallow of his juices. Her hoof played idly with her fillyhood, prodding and teasing near where her small clitoris was, as she thought back on the night before...

She'd thought she had completely quenched her desire the night before - after Dad had pumped her full of his stuff, she'd felt an incredible cooling wave of relief, followed by a sense of serenity and ecstacy she hadn't thought possible. The butt stuff with him after had been weird but amazing in its own way... maybe a little embarrassing to have her Dad be in her butt like that if she was being honest. In any case, she'd thought that after her amazing romp with her Dad she'd finally kicked the annoying estrus she'd heard so much about. Before yesterday she was sure that her mom and the girls at school were exaggerating - all you needed was a little squirt and you'd be through the worst of it: just an afternoon of discomfort really. She'd soon realise just how wrong she was... After putting her father to bed, and exhaustedly falling asleep next to him, Apogee had slipped into the angelic sleep of a satisfied mare.

It didn't last long.

She'd woken up partway through the night, and immediately it felt like her plot was ON FIRE. At first she thought maybe she'd hurt something down there earlier (her Dad was huge - less long but thicker than the stallions in her PlayMare magazines), but she realized quickly that she was burning with desire - not pain. With her nostrils snuggled into her father's back each breath took in the potent musk of her father's scent, as well as the powerful pheremones in his masculine essence still sticking in her fur (as well as still pooling out of her fillyhood) - she had been too tired to take a shower after their rutting.

Not wanting to wake her father, she'd slipped quietly out of bed and gotten an icepack from his freezer and stuffed it between her legs. At first it had helped... a little. In only a few minutes though, the pack had gone from ice-cold to body-heat warm... she was a furnace down there!

Moaning in frustration, Apogee gave in to what her body was telling her to do: she climbed back into bed with her father, wanting to be as close to his scent as she could - to absorb it - to drown in it. She'd snuggled up against his big back, in between his folded wings, smushing her face and chest against his fur, like she was a dog rolling in his dried-sweat scent. Of course, this just made things worse.

Much worse.

Soon she could feel her clitoris winking in and out, begging for a second round of sexual congress with the nearest stallion. Not wanting to wake her dad, Apogee rolled over onto her back, splaying her legs to either side on the wide king-sized bedspread. Her left knee rested against her sleeping father as she reached down to play with herself. Almost immediately at the lightest touch of her underhoof she began to squirt, forcing her to bite her other hoof to stop from squeaking out.

The orgasm just seemed to stoke her fires even further though. Soon she was grasping at her swollen love-bud non-stop, even as she shuddered and shook from multiple orgasms. The red sheets under her were soaking outwards in an ever expanding stain, as if she was a filly wetting the bed.

This feedback loop just got got worse and worse as she would play with herself, climax, stop and then only a few minutes later her estrus would be back even stronger. When her father had rolled onto his back in his sleep, his mouth falling open in a snore as one of his wings lay against her foreleg, it had taken every inch of self-control for Apogee not to simply twist around and hop onto her father's lap for the penetrating relief she so desperately lusted for.

Ultimately, Apogee was fighting a losing battle against her biology.

She had started getting tired of waiting for her father to wake up and help her. Satisfy her. It reached a point where, sometime shortly after the sun had come up, she had started calling his name to rouse him.

"Dad? Dad? Dad!? DAAAAD!?"

Not getting any reaction from the pegasus stallion, she reached over with a hoof and shook him as hard as she could. Though he shifted a little bit, he still remained asleep.

With an annoyed puff of her cheeks, she'd slipped under the sheets still covering her father's lower half, wiggling adorably as she crawled up between his legs and discovered his sweaty glistened balls, the musk coming off them making her head swim even more as she'd leaned forward to nuzzle and sniff them, like some little animal...

And now, back in the present, the smoldering teenage filly was lapping up his addictive pre-cum while hoofing herself, her eyes glued to her father's face as she thought hungrily about how he'd flipped her onto her back the night before and pounded her tailhole, wishing for him to do so again... and soon.

Jet Stream felt something begin to invade his racing thoughts, a sudden burning need building up from below. That wasn't important now though, his brain screamed back at his body's warning: he was going to tartarus for eternity, likely to be sent there by Celestia herself! Hay, how would she react if she knew he'd sodomized his little filly? He remembered his teenage daughter's squeaking shouts as her tailhole spasmed on his cock - and wow, what a tailhole. Jet Stream almost began to drool as he remembered: it was so tight and hot, and that incredible feeling when he'd slipped into her ass was jus- NO! What was he thinking? Why was he thinking-

As a cascade of sexual endorphins rushed through his brain, Jet Stream's physical senses finally reconnected with his conscious mind. His need to release had just gone past the point of no return, and he could feel his balls tense and shift upwards.

Why was he about to cum!?

Jet Stream returned fully to the present. He looked down to see his daughter licking and suckling his twitching cock-slit and planting suckling little kisses on his opening as his spasms became inevitably stronger.

"A-Apogee!?" Jet Stream reached down to push his daughter off of him, only for her to let out a petulant whine and resist him by wrapping the other hoof, still slick with her own juices, around his shaft for additional leverage. She was now pumping her father's thick cock as she fellated his tip.

"H-hun? I'm going to...*unf*... P-please... l-let go, h-hunnnngggghh!!!" Jet Stream's left eye clenched shut and his wings and limbs went rigid as he began to buck his hips.

The first heavy rope of cum splattered right into Apogee's mouth. It struck the roof of her open mouth with enough intensity to splash little droplets of batter out of her muzzle. The second strand came right after, this time firing partially into her nostril with only slightly less intensity. This unexpected liquid intrustion made the little filly momentarily flinch away from her father's thick stallionhood which only continued to splatter line after line of foal batter onto her.

Catching one line across her sweaty blue-green bangs and indigo eye, Apogee was forced to close her eyes shut.

Apogee wasn't so easily deterred from her hungry estrus-inflamed desires.

She quickly opened her mouth as wide as she could, trying to catch the juice her body demanded so badly - that it needed to quench her burning ache. As Jet Stream continued to let out tortured groans she greedily filled her little mouth with the thick, creamy fluid.

Jet Stream's ejaculation finally started to subside Apogee noticed - only a couple more strands bubbled out from her father, missing her mouth and landing on her chest or her father instead, making a mess in his crotch. Finally, Apogee felt the angry and girthy shaft in her stroking hooves stop spasming and relax. She hummed out a disappointed whimper, but consoled herself by taking the large swallow of her father's fluid - a noticeable bulge going down her throat until she fully ingested it and opened her mouth with a steamy, satisfied "Ah..."

"Sweet Celestia..." Jet Stream huffed, as he recovered from his orgasm and fought to uncross his eyes. He had little time to recover: not even a second after his vision returned he felt a tongue playing over his lower abdomen, and looked back down to see his daughter lapping up any semen she could from his fur.

"Apogee, stop!" He pushed her away from himself, as his stallionhood began to rapidly deflate.

Pouting at being pushed from her father's lap, Apogee began lapping at her own fur and trying to lick at her snout to get more of the aftermath of her father's explosion inside her.

"Young lady, enough!" Jet Stream twisted so that he was sitting on the side of his bed, rubbing his temples. "We are in so much trouble."

Pouting with puffed out cheeks, and her arms crossed, Apogee affixed her father with an annoyed glance. "Why? I waited, like, forever for you to wake up, Dad... I couldn't wait anymore." As she finished her statement she again snaked her tongue out to try to get a little globule of cum stuck to her cheek, but fell just tantalizingly short.

Jet Stream sighed. Apogee always was a handful. "Just... just go into the bathroom and clean up, hun... I'll talk with you in a minute.

"Fine." Apogee said with a petulant sniff, somewhat annoyed that her dad wasn't going to bend her over right then and there as she'd hoped (he had been eager the previous evening after all, right?)... but when he put his hoof down she knew she had little choice but to follow his instructions or risk being scolded or grounded.

With a little flap of her wings, Apogee lifted herself from the bed and onto the floor. She felt her feathers act strangely, sticky and caked as they were with the juices from the previous night. "Ugh, I guess I could use a shower." She trotted toward the master bathroom, walking by her father as she did so. Just as she passed him, she couldn't help but flag her tail bun up and give her butt the littlest of little wriggles, giggling as she did so - she knew her father had seen the little show she'd given.

Jet Stream felt the now familiar wave of estrus hormones wash over him once again as his daughter passed him, flagging her tail and exposing what looked like a very aroused and slick teenage vagina, and the tightest little twitching ponut... he immediately felt his stallionhood react and begin to rouse itself, despite having just gone through such a massive release. The fog of sexual pheromones was tangibly eroding his resistance... No, he had to be strong! Be reasonable! At least he wasn't drunk like last night too, he had to stay responsible if he and his daughter were going to make it through this.

After taking a minute to clear his head of his daughter's scent by sticking his head out of his master bedroom's sliding glass balcony door Jet Stream was on his state of the art communication device. Utilizing the same communications technology as his airliners and EASA rockets, Jet Stream had managed to acquire some highly expensive miniaturized versions of the critical electronic modules that allowed mechanical aeronautical planes to fly safely.

This radio-dragonfire hybrid technology developed by EASA was not in widespread use by the normal pony public. They still preferred simple mail service, but Jet Stream insisted that key staff at his company, EquestriAero had their own modern communication devices, so that they would always be available by comm-phone. One of those key staff members was his chief legal counsel, Diamond Gavel.

There was a reason Diamond, a no-nonsense unicorn educated by the very best law schools and who did her articling at some of the most white-horseshoe firms in Manehattan charged the exorbitant fees that she did - she was the best. That meant that she was also always ready to respond to her boss... even at 10AM on a Saturday. So it was no surprise to Jet Stream that when he tuned the comm-phone main dial to her frequency and pressed the 'TRNSMT CALL' button, the encrypted two-way signal was established immediately and answered by his lawyer.

"DG here, boss... I've been expecting your call. FYI - I'm one step ahead of you on this SpaceZed debacle. I'm already looking at options around filing an ethics complaint through our nobles on Celestia's day court against Harshwhinny and getting our lobbyists in Canterlot activated to start making house calls this weekend to key officials." The down-to-business, cut-throat but ultimately still proper and cultured tone came over the frequency loud and clear.

Jet Stream sighed, rubbing his temples. Harshwhinny and the lost contract was the least of concerns right now. "Th-thanks Diamond. Hey, I've got another question for you..." Jet Stream chuckled nervously as he thought about how he could possibly ask this question without implicating himself.

"Go ahead, boss - I'm all ears." Diamond Gavel prompted.

"Uh... before I do... this conversation is privileged right? Like, you can't tell anypony what we talk about?" Jet Stream asked tentatively.

The voice on the other end of the line chuckled. "Of course boss. Well...Except for two HAYTRIOT act exclusions: if you're in Yakyakistan, or if you're about to discuss any top secret classified Royal projects we could theoretically be subpoenaed by the guard or a princess herself. So as long as you didn't take an extra long flight last night and are in the Yak capital, or are about to discuss one of our joint ventures with the Equestrian Armed Forces we're good. If it is about one of the joint ventures, I've got a clever workaround we could u-"

"No. No it's not about any of our defense projects, Diamond." Jet Stream sighed, before brightening suddenly as he got an idea. "Wait! That's it... Diamond... hypothetically, let's say a friend of mine last night had a bit of a wild night."

"Are we talking drugs, money, crime or sex, boss? You pay me too much by the hour to beat around the bush like this." Diamond chuckled.

"Sex. Well, maybe crime too. Sex and crime. This friend screwed up real bad." Jet Stream said nervously, subconsciously reaching to loosen his tie, even though it was currently strewn on the floor from the previous night's proclivities.

"OK boss, let me get ahead of you there. I'm assuming you're home in Las Pegasus. The law there isn't yet under the Royal Federal Law, as it's still technically a territory and not one of the Royal Counties, so it's still under the old EUP Tribal Law - that's actually why we've based EquestriAero out of there as the taxation and corporation laws are so favorable under the old Tribal system." Jet Stream listened in awe as his well-prepared attorney continued, "Regarding sex and Tribal law... I'm guessing the issue is probably a young mare? Well... let me remember... under the ancient tribal law, for a pegasus mare... age of consent is 170 lunar cycles."

Jet Stream's head struggled to convert the ancient time system to years. "Uh, that would be..."

"About 14 years boss... And since you didn't ask about the unicorn or earth pony age, I'm guessing it was a feathered friend getting a good pounding last night?" Diamond discerned shrewdly.

Jet Stream stammered, trying to catch up with the sudden turn in the conversation. His attorney was already getting way ahead of him and making him uncomfortable. "Uh..."

"Don't worry, boss: unicorn and earth ages are about the same. Honestly though, I'm surprised that the escort agency you use, Embers, would send such a young mare... When I did my background check they showed as being originally founded out of Canterlot under the standard Royal law... I also expected that the founder, Ember, would be both discrete and responsible." Diamond sounded a bit dismayed, as if she'd miscalculated.

Jet Stream could only stare at comm-phone in his hoof in surprise. "Y-you did a background check on the escort service I use? How did you even know?"

Another chuckle over the frequency. "Of course I know, boss. You pay me to fix your problems before they happen... So is there a problem here...?"

Jet Stream blinked, trying to understand what Diamond was asking before it finally clicked that she was trying to understand if the mare was younger than 14. "No! No... my 'friend' says that the 'hypothetical' mare was 16."

A bit of skepticism came over in the response, "Uh-huh. Well, that must be a load off your 'friend's' mind then... so is that all for now boss? I gotta lotta calls to make on this SpaceZed thing."

Jet Stream sat bolt upright and began to sweat. "Uh actually, no, Diamond... one m-more question..." He laughed nervously before continuing, "H-hypothetically, uhm... my friend... *gulp*... uh... what... uh..."

"Spit it out, boss."

"Uh... my friend hypothetically wants to know if the tribal law said anything about... incest?"

A long pause of silence passed with only a light static coming through the comm-phone as Jet Stream sweated profusely, his tongue felt heavy in his dry mouth as he struggled to swallow. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the radio crackled back to life.

"Wow. Apogee huh?" Diamond said with a little impressed whistle.

Jet Stream's wings shot out in shock. "What!? I never... I said it wa-"

A half-chuckle, half-sigh came back over the comm-phone before Diamond Gavel interrupted. "Save it boss! I'm your lawyer after all, you don't need to hide anything from me... Also, just so you know, that 'hypothetical friend' thing is about the most obvious way of saying 'I did it'... please promise me you won't do that ever again." Diamond snarked at him.

"It wasn't... I-I can explain! She was in estrus, I was drunk! She seduced me... kind of..." Jet Stream stammered.

"Wow, so it was mutual thing. Good for Apogee then." Diamond said.

"Wh-what?"

Diamond went on, "Sure, I met her when you brought her to that corporate family function a few months ago. She seems like a smart little filly with a good head on her shoulders, if she decided to bag you for her first estrus-lay... good for her! I remember I used to have the biggest crush on my Dad when I was that age..."

Jet Stream swallowed. "D-do you think it's OK for a father to-"

"Sorry boss. If you're looking for moral services you should hire a priest or a guru or whatever. I can't tell you if what you did - what you are doing is right or wrong. Only if it's legal or illegal." Diamond's voice was pretty neutral.

Jet Stream gulped before she went on.

"Speaking of which, I'm happy to confirm to you that there's nothing on the books about incest in Tribal Law, so legally, in Las Pegasus at least... you're good. That little loophole is probably a result of the unicorn arm of Tribal Law jurisprudence... rumour has it that Princess Platinum, loop as she was, was actually the product of several generations of incest, though historians say that's inaccurate... in any case it is a little bit of dirty unicorn history." Diamond chuckled.

"O-oh, *phew*..." Jet Stream slightly relaxed.

"OK then boss, glad to be of service. I'll get back onto dealing with the fallout from losing the contract." Diamond paused for a moment. "I should warn you that if you put a foal in Apogee it'll make your will and inheritance structure get pretty complicated... which, now that I think about it, means that I'll have to charge you a mountain of bits to re-work it all... so... in the interests of my mortgage and the new wardrobe I'm saving up for... have a good time, I guess!"

Jet Stream would have done a spit-take if he was drinking something, but before he could reply, the line went fully silent and the 'CALL TRNSMT/RECVD' light on his comm-phone went dim.

Standing up, he rubbed his temple as he walked toward the master bathroom. He didn't understand why he was still so stressed after getting the good news from Diamond Gavel; all he had to do now would be to settle things with Apogee - to make her understand what they did was wrong and that they needed to stop... and keep it a secret forever.

He pushed open the door and opened his mouth, "Hun, we need t-" Jet Stream looked over at his daughter.

Apogee was perched near the toilet, a wad of toilet paper held in her hoof as she stood spreading her ass-cheeks by gripping them with her wingtips so that she could wipe more easily. She looked up slowly at her father, her face burning a brilliant shade of crimson. Apogee's pupils constricted as she realized that she was in a very exposed, very compromising position. Jet Stream's nostrils immediately flared open as smelled his daughter's recently expelled urine, saturated as it was with her sexual hormones. A silent moment of time passed as Jet Stream felt his nostrils fill the warm rich scent, which re-ignited the engine in his loins that he'd only just managed to quell.

Then the toilet automatically flushed. Snapping both ponies back to reality.

"EEEEEEEEK!" Apogee released the grip of her wings and reflexively dropped her tail across her rear as she cringed away from the embarassment of her father's sight and twisted to away to cover her shame. Lightning fast, she grabbed a nearby bar of soap and lobbed it at her father, in the hopes of warding him away.

Jet Stream quickly retreated and slammed the door shut, just in time to hear the thud against the door as the bar of soap bounced off of it harmlessly.

"D-dad! Gross!" He heard his teenage filly squeak from inside the bathroom. "So embarrassing..." her voice raised in temper before continuing, "and you're always telling ME to knock, sheesh!"

Jet Stream couldn't help but shake his head with a smirk: even after he'd been inside that tight little rear-end, she still gets embarrassed. Typical mare. That being said though, he couldn't help but notice that his heart was pounding out of his chest... and his 'little guy' was starting to respond too, all from the sights and sounds of his daughter being fully exposed.

He had to shake his head to clear the thoughts of her tight little snatch, which was just as red, wet and swollen as the night before... he was succumbing so easily to his lust-filled biology - he was beginning to think that the scotch hadn't really played much of a role yesterday... would he really be able to pull this off?

Typical Stallion. Sheesh.

Apogee re-flushed the toilet, her face scrunched up and her cheeks puffed out. She'd had to take a little leak and of course right as she's wiping, her Dad just busts in and sees her in the most embarrassing pose! She was wishing that she'd just hopped right into the shower, but she was hoping to get her Dad to join her.

"D-dad? You can come in now." She called out.

Jet Stream knocked on the door twice before opening it and stepping into the bathroom. "S-sorry hun, I meant to knock the first time... I was caught up thinking about something."

"It's OK." Apogee rubbed her left hoof awkwardly against her right foreleg, "y-you didn't see anything right?"

Jet Stream deadpanned a look at her. Mares. "Hun. Last night I was inside your tailhole."

Apogee blushed furiously, puffed her cheeks out in annoyance and slapped at her father with a hoof. Stallions."DAD! IT'S DIFFERENT IF I'M... y'know......peeing......" A moment passed before her frown turned into a chuckle, which her father then began to share with his own hearty laugh. "It was pretty amazing when you were in my... butt, Dad."

Jet Stream stopped chuckling, his smile falling from his face. "Actually, hun. We've gotta talk." Jet Stream trotted over to the toilet, putting the lid down to give himself a seat. Apogee plopped down on her little rear right there on the bathmat, looking up at her father eagerly. "Apogee... wh-what happened last night-"

Apogee's wings fluttered as she cut off her father. "WAS. A-MAZING!" Her energy built up as she wiggled in excitement, "I mean, yeah... the butt stuff was fun... but when you mounted me and then you were... y'know... pounding" Apogee gesticulated with her hooves as she got more and more excited, "and then... when you came in me, it was so awesome, Dad! Could w-"

"...can't happen ever again." Jet Stream managed to finally finish. Jet Stream's heart cracked a little bit as he watched his daughter go from a happy, bouncy little filly to a shocked and stunned pegasus, her face falling almost as fast as her wings drooped.

"B-but why?" She asked, looking up at her father with puppy dog eyes.

Jet Stream sighed, "Well hun... for one, you're way too young to be a mom." He fixed his daughter with a glare.

Apogee snorted, "puh-lease... Dad. I'm not some little foal - I'm on birth control: moon tea."

"Moon tea?" Jet Stream asked, the term sounding familiar.

Apogee sighed, looking at her out of touch dad with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah Dad... it's a Zebrican brew that the pharmacies snapped up the patent for a few years back... stops a mare from ovulating without messing with your hormones. All the Manehattan actresses are using it because they say it helps them stay safe without affecting their flank-growth." She looked back over her shoulder at her butt and let out a sigh, "and mine needs all the help it can get."

Jet Stream was about to object to his daughter's evaluation - he thought her tight little flank was just perfect. Especially when it had just the right firmness when he'd slapped her supple rear as she ground along his thi-... STOP. He was getting side-tracked again... Focus Jet Stream: you just heard she was on birth control. That was a major bullet dodged; he was almost home-free now.

"Hun, I'm glad to hear you're on birth-control, but still... this thing we did... we can't do anymore." Jet Stream shifted on the toilet, his daughter's pervasive smell in the bathroom invading his fore-brain and screaming at him to answer differently - to stop talking and simply pick her up and bend her over the toilet, snatch her little tail-bun out of the way and... OK, deep breath Jet Stream... he thought to himself... stay the course, you're almost there.

Apogee smirked and looked sideways at her dad, covering her chuckling muzzle with a hoof. "Oh really, Dad? You can't? He seems to feel otherwise." She pointed at her father's crotch where his fat stallionhood was now more than half erect, and had flopped out onto the toilet lid. And it was rapidly getting stiffer. Apogee grinned at her father while wriggling her butt before he blushed and quickly closed his legs. That didn't stop her from teasing him even more "...and I know that my plot's aching fo-"

"OK OK, kiddo... that's enough. Listen up: it doesn't matter what our bodies are screaming at us to do. We have to use our better judgement here. It's just not right." Jet Stream motioned with his hooves as he tried to avoid looking at his daughter which would surely end up with him getting caught up in her dangerous mixture of adorableness and sexiness.

"Says who?" Apogee's sad face frowned as she poked at the bath mat with her left hoof.

"Well, the government for one..." Jet Stream lied.

"Nuh-uh! It's totally legal as long as we're in Las Pegasus." Apogee whined as she furiously stared at her father.

Jet Stream looked down in shock. "What? How do you know that?"

Apogee blushed a bright red, trying not to look at her dad. "I-I... I may have looked it up, once." Apogee whispered, making little circles with her hoof.

Jet Stream's mouth hung open, flabbergasted. "D-did you plan all this out or something?"

"No!" Apogee squeaked angrily, still looking down at the bath mat. "I just like you a lot Dad. Yeah it's a silly-filly crush from when I was a foal..." Apogee was blushing furiously as she avoided her father's gaze. "W-what filly doesn't love her Dad? But you're special... I mean... I know Mom does her best, but you'vealways been there for me, y'know? I love you, Dad. So... maybe..." Apogee huffed, clearly frustrated at being forced to spill the embarrassing truth, "...maybe I looked up the rules on this stuff once." Apogee slammed a hoof down before continuing, with a bit of bite in her voice, "but I didn't plan for this stupid estrus, which is making my plot ache like crazy and then it makes me feel like a stupid lonely little kid and then for all that stuff to happen last night..." her scrunched up angry face softened and she smiled and looked up at Jet Stream without moving her head, "...but I was really happy it did."

Jet Stream sighed, putting a hoof on his daughter's head and ruffling her hair. "I'm glad it made you happy, kiddo... but we still can't. If other ponies found out, they would think..."

Apogee looked up fully with a vicious scowl, stamping down both her hooves and shouting. "I don't CARE what other ponies think, Dad. The only thing that matters is what we think. I think it makes me happy. What do you think Dad?"

Jet Stream froze. Sometimes his daughter could be mature beyond her years, even in her over-simplistic innocence. "Uh... it made me happy too, hun... but... its more complicated than that." He got up from the toilet and started to walk toward the exit. "For now we should stay away fro-"

Apogee screwed her face up with determination. She was a product of her two very headstrong parents, after all. If she thought she was in the right, nothing would be able to stop her from going after her goal. She reached out and grabbed her father's hoof, pulling herself into him in a tight hug.

Jet Stream was surprised at first, but quickly realized with all the shocks of the morning he needed a hug just as bad.

They stayed like that for a moment, Apogee's head buried in her father's neck, as he rested his chin on top of her messy mane. It wasn't until Jet Stream tried to break the embrace and continue his escape, that Apogee once again set out with a look of righteous determination and clasped her father's hoof as hard as she could before speaking out boldly.

"D-dad. St-stay with me a little bit longer. How about... could you take a shower with me?" Apogee looked up at Jet Stream with her patented puppy dog face.

'Dammit.' Jet Stream thought as his heart melted into a pile of throbbing goo. It wasn't unusual for pegasi family members of all ages and genders to shower together, it made things a lot easier to reach out of the way parts of a pegasus and was an important emotional bonding experience, particularly during times of high stress. The pair had even had a little shower together only a week ago.

"I-I don't know hun." Jet Stream chewed his cheek, "m-maybe now's not the bes-"

"Pleeease Dad?" Apogee cooed, acting like a spoiled child. She set her eyes fluttering on purpose before switching to try yet another tack, "it's just... I'm just feeling so... alone... please don't leave me alone right now." She sniffled pathetically as she tried to turn on her waterworks.

Jet Stream looked out the bathroom door toward his bedroom. So close, and yet so far. He knew what he had to do. Just like the night before - he knew what his responsibility was... and this time he'd done all the hard work of the tough conversation and the ultimatum that it was over. All he had to do now was walk out into the bedroom, crack open all the sliding doors and windows to air the condo out, let Apogee take a shower alone to wash off the most potent parts of her scent, take her down to the pharmacy and find some kind of an estrus suppressant, and then pretend this weekend never happened.

And it would all start with just a single word.

Jet Stream steeled himself, taking a deep breath and puffing out his chest like a bold stallion making an important decision should... and stared straight forward. "No..."

Apogee saw her father getting ready to leave, and whimpered and squeezed herself more tightly against her father. Simultaneously she trapped a certain thick, erect organ between their two bodies with her left hoof while lifting her right hoof up toward her father's face vainly trying to shut his mouth... but she was going to be too slow, her father was already inhaling and puffing his chest out like he would always do before being a big dumb stallion. Lucky for Apogee, the right hoof she was lifting up to her father's muzzle was the very same which had been playing with her fillyhood earlier, and which she had used to wipe herself clean. Just as Jet Stream filled his lungs with air, he inhaled a potent mix of neurochemical pheromones about as fresh from the source as possible.

Jet Stream's mind took a moment or two to fully implode as the chemicals in his nose signaled powerful concentrations of dopamine and testosterone to flood his neural pathways. He managed to utter one syllable before his mind finally snapped, reverting to full stallion mode... What the heck was he saying? His little filly needed him. In every sense of the word. And he would be there for her.

"...problem. No problem, hun." Jet Stream said.

Apogee squee'd jumping away to clap her hooves together excitedly as she hopped into the walk-in shower and turned on the faucets.

Dammit.

Jet Stream's walk-in shower was a very classy affair, with lots of space and multiple shower heads. He liked to wake up in the morning and luxuriate in a powerful stream of hot water to invigorate him and prepare him for the day to come.

Apogee like his shower too, and would often sneak in to use it once her father had left the condo.

So she knew her way around the various knobs and valves, and by the time he was stepping in, closing the glass door behind him, steam was already rising from the rubber-lined textured floor (flat tiles, water and hooves are not a good mix).

Apogee was already chirping happily as she ducked her head into the running streams of water one cascading from above roof like a waterfall from a fancy spout, while several other fired pulsating streams from body height and below. Apogee enjoyed them all, spreading her wings out slightly and shivering in joy like a small bird cleaning itself in a birdbath.

"Ah that feels great! As much as I liked getting covered in it Dad, your stuff was a little grody to be covered in all night long." Apogee chuckled before sultrily flicking her wet tail. The cute mass of tail hair was now let down out of it's bun, though it was still fairly short from how it had been cut. Apogee flicked the soaked tail toward her blushing father, mischievously splashing him with water.

Jet Stream hesitantly approached his playful soaked daughter as she turned down the water pressure so that they could lather up. She tossed him a bottle of shampoo. "You start by soaping me, Dad." Apogee turned around, backing up toward her father so that her rump was facing him as she let any remaining water stream down her wet mane and back.

Clearing his throat, Jet Stream quickly fired a few squirts of fur shampoo onto his daughter's back, trying to avoid the inevitable thought about how much those shampoo squirts looked like a different substance that he could squirt. He ignored those thoughts as best he could as he began to massage a lather into his daughter's back and sides her thin layer of fur quickly sudsing up under the luxury shampoo.

Maybe he would manage to wash away the estrus pheromones with this cinnamon scented soap? He thought hopefully.

His daughter happily cooed under his hooves as he worked up her neck and into her mane. Unlike most mares he'd known, she had no problems with him mussing up her hair and even now she seemed happy as he worked behind her flicking ears.

Alright, this was working, the cinnamon scent was filling the shower! He could do this!

He quickly lathered up her chest floof as she puffed it out with a little giggle, before reaching under her rib-cage and down to her belly. She had always been ticklish and she giggled again as he ran his massaging hoof over her belly button.

He was almost through this!

Apogee turned her head back to her dad with a wicked grin, looking out at him from under a couple of strands of tousled, wet mane. "Dad, make sure you don't miss down here," she lifted her soaking tail, "it was you who made a mess of it after all." She covered her mouth with a hoof to chuckle.

The cinnamon scent did nothing after all.

It was immediately overpowered by Apogee's fragrance, which washed over Jet Stream as soon as the shield of her wet tail was moved out of the way. It was almost as intoxicating to the stallion as the sight he was confronted with.

Once again, Jet Stream found himself only a foot away from his daughter's beautiful rear end. Little rivulets of left over water streamed from the top of her tight flanks, down under her dock and around her tight ponut, disappearing in those crevices for a moment before running back over her perineum, finally tracing down the engorged lips of her fillyhood and running off her engorged clitoris - though Jet Stream could see the amount of clear liquid dripping from that love nubbin was more than could be accounted for from merely the water running off his daughter's back.

He squeezed the shampoo bottle inadvertently, making it shoot out a big splooge of soap which splattered to the floor.

Apogee chuckled, wriggling her bottom in her dad's face, "aww, don't waste it Dad, if you're gonna shoot it out like that do it on me." She said in half joking sultriness.

Jet Stream frowned, not liking being played with by the younger filly... he had totally been caught up in her pace up until now, but it was time for him to take back control. He reached down with his forelegs and slid one hoof between his daughter's thighs, quickly soaping up her teats and pubic mound while the other he reached under her dock. He quickly began to massage and tease both her little nipples and her sensitive tail hole.

"D-dad!?" Apogee squeaked, her wings flaring out fast enough to send a small spray of water onto the glass door.

"Hmm? Just soapin' you up, hun!" Jet Stream said nonchalantly as he brought the hoof playing with his daughter's teats to her teenage opening, twisting and pressing against the heat of her opening and closing pussy.

"*unf* D-dad! That's...*unf* that... *unf* that feels... really h-hot!" Apogee moaned, shutting her eyes as some suds poured from her mane down her nose.

Jet Stream continued playing with his daughter's nether region, squeezing her engorged lips together so that only the pink of her winking clitoris would appear, then working his other hoof between her plump flanks and labia under the pretense of wanting to wash every nook and cranny. He prodded and played with her ponut, making her moan and position her rear hooves a little further apart to permit her father additional access to her privates.

"*hungh* D-dad... I'm... I'm b-burning up, D-... wait." Apogee's eyes suddenly opened and her pupils shrank as she began to clench up. "Ow. OW- I'm actually burning up. Ouch it stings!" She began to dance on her hoof-tips as Jet Stream quickly pulled back his hooves in shock. Apparently this shampoo didn't mix well with sensitive mucousal membranes.

"Ouch, ouch ouch!" Apogee quickly reached over and turned the water streams back on to rinse away the stinging soap suds. The warm water blasted out from the various streams and Apogee quickly turned about face to position her cute little bottom at the convergence point of two of the more powerful streams jetting out from the wall horizontally.

This put her face to face with her father, who had a front seat view as her grimace of pain quickly faded into a sigh of relief as the warm water stream washed her plot.

"Ahhhh....." she moaned aloud, closing her eyes in relaxation as the stinging needle sensations were washed away.

"Better, hun?" Jet Stream chuckled, as his daughter seemed to melt onto the jet streams.

"Uh...uh huhnnn..." Apogee moaned, she opened her eyelids lazily, revealing that she had gone a bit derpy-eyed.

Jet Stream chuckled, it seemed as though he'd discovered why his daughter loved using his shower all the time... he'd heard joking rumors that a mare's best friend was the pulsating shower head, but seeing his teenage filly like this was something else. She was high as a kite on the sensations throbbing up through her.

Jet Stream's smile faltered when Apogee shuddered suddenly and began to slip.

Hequickly stepped forward, pressing his chest against his daughter's to support her and steadying her with one of his hooves. "Careful hun, it's slippery."

Apogee slowly looked up at her father, one eye moving at a different speed than the other as she struggled to control herself under the flood of endorphins rushing through her. "Mnngg... D-dad?" she asked drunkenly, raising her chin so she could see her father's strong jaw looking down at her with love.

Jet Stream was about to laugh at his goofy daughter, when abruptly one of her eye's flinched shut and her face took on a strange rigor. A guttural moan escaped her throat and her flanks began to shudder and hump backwards at the pulsating water jet streams, before she was enveloped in a full-body shuddering convulsion.

Jet Stream was awed. His daughter was climaxing in his arms. Again. It never got old.

After almost 30 seconds of her spasms, her eye opened again and she opened her mouth, her tongue falling out of one side in lazy ecstasy as she tried to mumble to him, "Daauhghghd..."

Jet Stream couldn't help himself, she was just too cute. He leaned down, taking her outstretched tongue into his lips like a limp noodle, drawing it into his own mouth as he followed it back to his daughter's moaning, open maw before pressing into her with a deep french kiss. Just before he closed his eyes he saw Apogee's brilliant indigo irises widen and soften, until she too closed her eyes too and joined her father in passionate, romantic kissing.

Apogee's somewhat weak muscle tone meant that their kissing was sloppy, with plenty of drool pouring out of her lips and dripping off her chin to the floor below, but Jet Stream didn't care. His free hoof rubbed his daughter's ears gently, as he explored her mouth with his tongue, smiling when she would let out little chirps of pleasure as the jets would cause her to shudder with yet another twitch of orgasmic release or even better, his daughter fully melting into his embrace as she was wracked with another full climax.

This continued for a few minutes, until Jet Stream got a wicked idea for a prank, and quickly decided he couldn't help himself. Smiling as he continued his never-ending deep tonguing of his daughter, he reached deftly back with one of his hoofs to spin a knob on the shower column.

The temperature knob.

Half a moment later, the stream of water went from a pulsating and invigorating warmth to an icy cold freeze.

"Hmmmnnnngggg-HHYAAA!!! Apogee's wings went even more rigid, the feathers spreading out as wide as possible as she leapt a full three feet into the air. Before twisting around and quickly spinning the flow valve to off.

Looking like a drowned cat and completely roused to her senses, Apogee stood still for a moment, a shivering, bedraggled mess. Jet Stream tried and failed to stifle a guffaw - Apogee immediately whirled on him.

"DAD!" She had fire in her eyes when she got pissed, just like her mother. "That was NOT funny!"

Jet Stream burst out laughing.

"Oh yeah, think it's so funny when I'm soaking wet huh? Well... maybe you should take responsibility and heat me up!" Apogee shouted then tackled her father as he took a step back from her. The last thing Jet Stream wanted was to be covered in a freezing cold soaking wet pegasus as she huggled him.

"Aww... hun, no... stop! You're freezing!" He groaned as her wet mane and tale sponged freezing cold water all over him.

"And whose fault is that, exactly!?" Apogee laughed as she trotted to her father's side, slapping his face with her soaking and freezing tail, "serves you right, Dad!" She picked up the shampoo bottle from the ground and squirted some into her hooves, "your punishment is for me to lather you up with cold water." She huffed from her scrunched up face before turning the pressure valve open again, blasting her father with a stream of cold water.

"Ack!" Jet Stream shuddered, "mercy!"

Apogee looked smug, and refused to turn the water off... until she noticed that her father's erection had quickly retreated, shrinking back into its sheath and shrinking even further under the freezing cold stream. Quickly, she turned the temperature back up to a pleasant warmth.

"Uh... on s-second thought, I've got a better idea." She lathered the shampoo into her tail, quickly making it a sudsy mop of hair. "you have to let me soap you up with my butt... well my tail at least!"

Jet Stream smiled as warmth began to return to him. He grinned, watching while his daughter backed in to him, swishing her soapy tail back and forth. His grin faltered only slightly as reversed all the way right up into his chest, her flanks pressing into his chest fur as she swished her warm soapy tail up and lathered his neck. He held his ground as his teenage daughter chuckled while grinding her butt against him, before moving around and sliding down one side of his barrel - her soapy tail swishing over his back and whithers.

His stallionhood, which had so quickly retreated from a throbbing erection back into its sheath under the sudden freezing assault began to stir once again as he felt his daughter's soft flanks press against his hips. He could swear he could feel the heat from her loins pressing into his thighs as she wriggled into him with happy groans.

When she finally reached his flanks though, she stopped her adorable grinding and turned around with a mischievous grin. "Well Dad, unlike you... I'll just use water so it won't sting but it's my turn now to clean you now!"

Jet Stream smiled and began to lift one of his legs so she could reach under and access hi-

"Nuh uh, not there... That comes later, Dad. You washed my butt, now let me wash yours." Apogee teased as she laid a little playful slap to her father's flanks.

Jet Stream's smirk fell into a nervous frown. He looked back at his daughter to see that she was looking curiously at his back-end. He unconsciously tucked his tail between his legs to protect his various delicate bits from his daughter's rapt attention. "Uh... that's O-OK, hun I c-can..."

"Aw, c'mon! Lemme see, Dad!" Apogee whined, ignoring her father's trepidation as she used a hoof to lift his orange-red tail out of the way to reveal his dark tail-hole, perched under his dock and over the large slate-colored pouch that held two large, egg-sized testicles.

"W-wow..." Apogee whispered, as she began to work her wet hooves around her father's flanks, gripping at her father's asshole and playing with it.

Jet Stream squeaked, "c-careful there hun, daddy's sensitive!"

Apogee rolled her eyes, remembering how her father had shoved his fat cockhead into her tailhole the night before. She moved her hooves down anyway though, instead cupping her father's large hanging balls with one hoof while the other played with his thick scrotum. They were so heavy, so smooth, Apogee thought as she slowly hefted her father's balls. She could feel the swollen vessels inside, filled with the semen she wanted so badly.

She let one hoof slide back up and between her father's legs, stroking the base of his sheath.

"Mmn, h-hun... that's it..." Jet Stream moaned.

Apogee smiled, feeling the heavy penis start to slide out of its hiding hole onto her waiting hoof as heat throbbed into the still small organ with each of her father's heartbeats.

"W-wow Dad, it gets big so fast!" Apogee whispered in awe as she marveled at the sight of the black shaft drooping down out of her father's sheath, the head falling out and away from the medial ring quickly, the whole organ pointing limply toward the ground momentarily before it began filling up with surging, hot blood.

"Wow." Apogee repeated, breathlessly as she softly stroked her father's cock, which was rapidly engorging and becoming more rigid. She did her best to hold onto the shaft, until it quickly became too thick for her to hold with one hoof alone, so she brought her other hoof to help, massaging the thick sausage from just below the flare down to the medial ring and to the base with both of her teenage hooves.

"Hng! H-hun, that's...!" Jet Stream moaned as he stamped a hoof involuntarily.

Apogee grinned, remembering what her father had said to her in similar circumstances - turnabout was fair play after all. "Hm?" she affected a nonchalant tone, "what are you moaning about Dad? I just need to make sure I clean you fully." She stopped stroking for a moment as she remembered something she had read in one of her mom's magazines that pegasus mares could do for their stallions.

She stuck her tongue out in concentration before stepping up to her father's side and crouching slightly, reaching out with her right wing to grip around her father's shaft with the more prehensile primary feathers. Sure, it was clumsy, but she was doing it! She giggled as she realized she too could give her father a 'wingjob' just like in the magazines!

"C-celestia, Apogee... I'm..." Jet Stream moaned, feeling his daughter's delicate feathers stroking his thick throbbing erection.

"It's important we wash you fully Dad..." Apogee teased. "Especially since the last place this thing" she flicked the shaft, causing Jet Stream to groan out before she resumed stroking, "was in... was my tight... hot..." Apogee leaned in toward her father's ear as she continued stroking him with her wing, "little..." her muzzle was now as close as it could get without losing her grip on her father's shaft so she whispered as best she could at his flicking ear"...asshole."

Jet Stream nickered and snorted. He quickly broke free of his daughter's grasp and whirled about, quickly grabbing the smaller teenage filly by her shoulders.

"D-dad!?" She cried out, half in fear, half in excitement as her father spun her so that she was facing away from him. With a fierce growl, he pressed her up against the side wall of the shower, under the still-running warm water stream from above.

Not hesitating for even a moment, Jet Stream then picked up her two forehooves and placed them on the shower wall, pinning them there with his own forehooves while she struggled meekly, before he kicked her rear hooves apart spreading her stance wider and forcing her to present herself to him.

"You shouldn't tease your Dad, hun." He snorted fiercely into her ear.

Apogee felt her heart pounding as once again the much larger and more powerful stallion was mounting her, this time with her standing on her two legs, her chest pinned against the tiles of the shower wall as he took her, standing, from behind. Her tail flagged upwards, exposing her teenage plot and signalling that she was ready to be bred.

All the foreplay had her aching for him, and him for her - but their difference in size for this particular standing position meant that Jet Stream was struggling to insert himself into his daughter. His thick cock would either wedge between her flanks or press into her dock as he struggled to lower himself to the level that would allow him to enter her hot, twisting, teenage fillyhood.

"Mmf, D-dad! P-please!" Apogee whined, as she felt herself wink achingly, her fillyhood clenching vainly against her father's shaft instead of its flare.

"I'm trying, hun." Jet Stream crouched slightly, bringing his hips a bit lower and also lowering the height of his flare, but still,it was pressing too high against his daughter's plot, mashing against her dock or her tailhole frustratingly. "Go on your tippy-hooves!"

Apogee bit her lip as she extended her rear legs as much as they could go, standing right on the tips of her rear hooves. She moaned out in pleasure as she felt her father's flare trace down over her tail-hole to finally align itself with her clenching fillyhood and begin to press forward - invading her teenage love-tunnel.

A moment later she froze in trepidation - she'd forgotten how big her father was.

"Uh, Dad? Just w-wait a sec..." Apogee nervously peeped, as she tried vainly to stay as extended as possible so as to not sink further onto the fat sausage already spreading the entrance to her pussy shockingly wide.

Jet Stream did no such thing.

It was so easy for the eager stallion to ever so slightly straighten his crouching stance, inevitably wedging his fat flare further into his daughter's swollen lips.

"D-dad!" Apogee squeaked out as her labia spread and parted around his drooling flare, her winking clitoris helping to grasp and slowly admit the fat head into her much smaller, tighter, hotter fillyhood.

Ignoring his daughter's squeaks of concern, knowing that the fattest part of his stallionhood had passed his daughter's straining lips, Jet Stream went to town. He straightened his legs fully, lifting his teenage filly bodily on his penis.

"D-dad!? Dad - EEEEEEEEP" Apogee squealed, as she at first tried to stay on her tippy-hooves, only for her father to lift her entirely off the shower floor just from the upward press of his stallionhood. She hung there for a brief moment, her father's flare now fully inside her and her rear-hooves a few inches off the floor as her clitoris winked in and out - before finally she felt more of her father slip agonizingly slowly into her as she slid down his pole.

"Hnnnggg.... oh Celestia..."

Jet Stream wasn't sure if it was him or Apogee who had moaned that out, as he felt his little filly's impossibly tight snatch admit more of his thick shaft. She was sliding down onto his fleshy pole slowly, until finally her hooves touched the shower floor again.

"D-dad, I'm gonna... I'm... I'm cumming!" Apogee chirped, her face pressed into the tile wall. Jet Stream felt a cascade of hot liquid pour down the remainder of his penis still outside his daughter, a stream much hotter and slicker than the water pouring down on them from the shower head above. He could feel was rapidly approaching his own limit, and so he took her latest climax as his cue to ramp things up further.

Gripping his daughter by the hips, he pressed down with his arms as he thrust up with his legs, impaling her further on him.

"D-DAAAaaaaad!" He heard his daughter yelp into a moan, as he felt his medial ring slide into her. Her tight fillyhood lips straining to accept his shaft all the way into her hot, clenching, tight depths. His stallionhood's girth was almost too thick for her flanks to spread sufficiently for him, let alone her pussy-lips, but still he drove forward. The spray from the shower stream mixed with the heat juices pouring from his teenage daughter down his shaft and trickling off his hanging testicles.

"D-dad, y-yes... m-more!!!"

He pressed his powerful legs forward, pushing his daughter up against the shower wall. Her rear-hooves were now firmly back on the ground, as enough of his cock had penetrated her for her to stand on her own again. The incredible twisting, clenching flesh of teenage pussy played all around his shaft and flare, as his daughter's spasms were communicated to him through a fleshy medium of powerful but immature teenage filly vaginal musculature.

Finally, he hilted in her, feeling his flare wedging against the entrance to her cervix. His constant pressing became a series of staccato, miniature thrusts, as he drove his daughter's body against the warm, wet shower tiles.

"D-dad! Dad! DAD! DADDY! DADDY! DADDY!" Apogee began squeaking with his thrusts. She hadn't called him daddy in years and for some reason it made him thrust into her even harder, his heavy balls swinging and slapping at the top of her pubic mound.

"DADDY! DADDY!!! DADDYEEeeeee..." One of Apogee's squeaks became a constant squee of orgasmic bliss, as she climaxed around his thick shaft He could feel her fillyhood rhythmically milking him, her cervix dipping down to plant itself firmly against his suddenly expanding and rigid flare... and he could hold back no longer.

"HHNNGGggg... BUCK!!!" Jet Stream reached forward and nipped his daughter's neck as he exploded deep into her. Heavy splatter after heavy splatter shot from his flare into his daughter's teenage womb. With no fear of pregnancy, Jet Stream had no hesitation in filling his little filly up, as his stallion drive kicked his hips forward with each ejaculation - pumping, throbbing into her needy teenage snatch.

Apogee's eyes opened with a drowsy, drunken stupor as she mumbled out, "y-yes.. f-fill me, D-dad..."

Jet Stream obliged her, still nipping her neck as he drove pump after pump. He lost count after about 15, but there was no doubt that his little girl had taken enough in to have a noticeably swollen lower abdomen.

Finally, his orgasm subsiding, Jet Stream took a deep breath and released his love-bite, before reaching over and turning off the shower stream. He could still feel his daughter writhing in climax around him as he stepped back from her, relieving some of the pressure that had been mashing her into the wall, and allowing her to drop back to all fours.

Not wanting to put all his weight on his shuddering and still-shaky little girl, Jet Stream pulled back gently. His softening cock's still fat flare stuck in Apogee's still clenching, vice-like vaginal lips, so it was with a little difficulty that Jet Stream finally managed to free himself from his little girl's fillyhood with an audible *pop*.

Immediately, a few thick sploshes of semen poured from her swollen tunnel to the wet shower floor below. Exhausted, Apogee immediately fell onto her haunches in an awkwardly spread half-squat half-sit. She looked over her shoulder at her father, still panting with her whole chest as his batter streamed out of her fillyhood in a steady, thick torrent. She looked at him with a post-orgasmic smile.

"*huf* *huf* w-wow..."

Jet Stream smiled back, tousling her hair before opening the shower door and grabbing a towel from a nearby hook.

"*huf*... h-hey D-dad *huf*... w-where are you going!? *huf*" Apogee panted, twisting around to watch as her father quickly toweled and began to exit the bathroom.

He looked back at her with a smile. "I'm going to the pharmacy and getting us both some kind of a suppressant before we end up putting each other in the hospital." He picked up his wallet from the nightstand. "I figure I've got about 5 minutes of post-coital sanity before we end up rutting each other's brains out again." He grinned.

"Aww... *huf*... what's so bad about that?" Apogee pouted.

"Listen, hun... you shower up again then get something to eat and drink. I'll be back in 15 minutes, tops. Promise me you won't go anywhere while you're in this state." Jet Stream felt his nostrils flare again at the still lingering scent of his daughter's heat... maybe he had less than 5 minutes!

Apogee sighed, "I promise..." she looked up at her father with a smile. "D-dad?"

Jet Stream glanced back, still halfway in and out of the bathroom, and already feeling his erection beginning to strengthen. "Yes hun?"

"I love you, Dad." Apogee blushed.

"Love you too, hun... shower up feather butt!" Jet Stream stuck his tongue out at her before quickly sprinting from the door.

"Featherbutt!?" Apogee's cheeks puffed out.

Jet Stream got to the bottom of the penthouse-only magically powered lift (a necessity in the new high-rise buildings like the one he lived in) and exited out onto the lobby.

A young earth-pony wearing a fez zipped over to him immediately, opening the lift door. "Good morning, Mr. Jet Stream, I trust all is well with you?"

Jet Stream grunted, "fine Zero... is there a reason you didn't send up the escort girls like I asked last night?"

Zero bowed apologetically, "my sincerest apologies sir. You were quite beside yourself yesterday evening, and wouldn't listen when I told you that your daughter was over earlier than expected. I exercised my best judgement and withheld your usual request from Embers."

Jet Stream sighed, there was no reason to be angry at Zero - probably the best doorman in Las Pegasus, if not Equestria. "Never mind Zero, you were right after all... but I have a very serious request for you." Jet Stream grumbled as he trotted out of the lobby.

"Yes sir?" Zero asked, following the short-maned pegasus out onto the sidewalk.

"Under absolutely NO CIRCUMSTANCES is anypony to go up to, or down from, my penthouse suite until I return. Is that understood?" Jet Stream pointed sternly with his hoof and the diligently-uniformed earth pony.

"Yes sir! I will guard your elevator's access as if it were my newborn foal." Zero said seriously, a hoof held over his heart.

Jet Stream finally relaxed, taking a deep breath of relief... if Zero was on it, nopony... not even a princess could find their way up the elevator. "Thank you, Zero. My trust in you is well-founded... by the way... where is the nearest pharmacist?"

Zero pointed down the street to the south, "two blocks that way sir!"

As they both looked down in the direction of the nearby pharmacy, neither noticed a cyan blue pegasus mare in a grimy tank top fly directly onto the balcony of the condominium building's penthouse suite... which had a still open balcony door.

To be continued in Chapter 2: Flight Surgeon Error

Author's Note

If you liked the story, please consider hitting the thumbs up rating button, it means a lot!

Ok so now that the shameless plug is done, on to the a/n...

Wow!

So Chapter 1 of the sequel is done... FYI I've only hit about a third of the scenes that I plan to hit with this father-daughter saga!

I was on the fence about releasing this as a gigantic one-shot or with multiple chapters... I realized as I passed 10,000 words without even finishing the first clop-scene that chapters were going to be a must. It will let me do some fun things with cliffhangers, as well as to pivot based on any interesting ideas I get from the crowd along the way!

I'd like to use this opportunity to briefly throw out a huge thank you to Shinodage, the original artist and creator of these characters, who drew a beautiful sketch from the first clopfic, which is now the cover art of this sequel.

I'd also like to thank big-mac-115, who did one of the hottest pieces of artwork I've ever seen, all in the effort to get me to write this sequel... that piece definitely sent it over the top! Don't worry either, that scene is coming!

This chapter was a lot of fun to write, because it let me continue to do a little world-building, develop the relationship of Apogee and Jet Stream in this clopfic's universe, and, of course, get the little filly to get pounded senseless once again!

I hope you don't mind the little cliff-hanger at the end. Most of you should be able to guess who the mystery pegasus is - but I'm going to stay quiet until chapter 2 releases. Let's just say that Jet Stream is probably in for a fairly tricky brunch!

Finally, a huge thank you to the depraved lunatics on the various derpibooru comment threads, fimfic comment sections, and the PMs I've received on various sites. Your ideas and feedback lit the fuse to this whole thing in the first place!

As always, please comment and like: it means a lot!

I'd also like to add a little disclaimer here because of some drama in the last fic to make my opinions crystal clear:
-Fantasy is fantasy. Keep it that way.
-Incest in the real world is horribly destructive.
-Foalcon is fantasy - the reality is a horrible crime.
-Keep your fantasies and stories away from minors: be responsible with your history, links and computer accesses... kids should be kids - keep them away from this!
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-If you respect the above rules, as Princess Celestia said: "there is no wrong way to fantasize"... well, pretty much anyway.