In the downtown commercial district of Las Pegasus, a yellow-orange streak sliced through two city blocks in record time.

If any metropolitan police-ponies had caught the speedster during his wild sprint, it almost certainly would have resulted in a speeding infraction - especially considering the way he had wildly cut through an intersection, barely missing a young mare pushing her foal in a stroller.

Jet Stream knew he was racing against the clock.

He knew, as he skidded to a stop at the address his doorman had given him, that each moment away from his teenage daughter was a moment in which she could discover some new way to cause everything to fail disastrously. This was even more true than usual, given that she was in heat, and had seduced him twice into ill-advised, incestuous, but admittedly incredibly hot sex... Probably the hottest sex he'd ever had (excepting, perhaps, the filly's mother in college), if he was being honest with himself. He paused, remembering some of the morning's activities. His little girl's tight little butt provided just the right amount of cushion when he...

Jet Stream shook his head in an attempt to clear it. What was wrong with him? There was no estrus-pheromone related excuse to be fantasizing about his daughter out here in the clean, dry desert air. Was she really having that much of an effect on him? Was he falling for his daughter, in that way?

He scoffed to himself as he dismissed the thought. No, it was probably just some residual effects lingering from the night he'd spent saturating in her musk. Residual effects that would quickly be taken care of once he obtained the estrus suppresant from this pharmacy...

Jet Stream looked up at the store's title banner.

"Potions and Armchairs...?" He mumbled to himself in confusion at the bizarre combination of goods being sold.

Still, this was the nearest pharmacy. He turned toward the glass sliding door entrance and saw that there was a card-stand there, proudly proclaiming the opening of the store's latest branch in Ponyville.

"...it's a national chain of furniture-medicine stores!?" Jet Stream scowled in frustration. He could never understand how ponies could be so bizarre in their tastes - and it irked him to no end, especially since he had personally received scores of letters asking him if he would consider selling footstools in addition to airline tickets for his commercial airline. He'd had to scold the entire marketing team when they'd assured him it was a surefire idea: he'd rather go out of business then rename his airline "Airtravel and Footstools" as had been suggested.

Trotting into the store, he could see quite quickly that it was divided right down the center into part furniture store, part typical pharmacy. Sidestepping the waving, friendly sales-pony motioning him over to try a simulated-leather-backed chair, Jet Stream instead made his way through the neatly organized shelving aisles containing various first aid stores, bottles of vitamins, and over the counter medications. A few quick glances through the aisles yielded no immediate results for the suppressants he was looking for, and as much as it pained him to do so (he was a stallion after all), he decided it would be best to speak with the on-call pharmacist for directions.

Unfortunately, that meant he had to line up behind a light-blue earth pony mare who seemed to be filling a rather large order - the attending pharmacist working the counter was racing back and forth from the counter to the storeroom to obtain more and more sacks and vials of exotic and strange chemicals.

Jet Stream tried to stand quietly and await his turn, but it wasn't long before his impatience overcame his better judgement and he stared at the mare in front of him - begging her with his eyes to move things along. He noted she seemed to be in the medical field if her cutie mark was any indication: a medical red cross over a toxic green backsplash which dripped ominously onto a small skull and crossbones.

"Can I help you, sir?"

Jet Stream looked up, his eyes meeting those of the mare's. She'd caught him intently staring at her flank.

"Ah-ahem, er... Sorry," Jet Stream stammered, regaining his composure, "I was actually wondering if I could just cut in to ask a quick question, it's a bit of an emer-"

"Hmph." The mare looked away, snubbing him rudely. "I'm in a hurry, too mister. I have to get all these chemicals, make a slew of potions, and then hightail it hundreds of miles south for an extremely important appointment." She sniffed. "So you, can wait your turn."

Jet Stream smouldered in humiliation, trying to will the pharmacist to move faster with his mind so he could get what he needed and get away from the mare who had just rudely rebuked him.

A few minutes of awkward study of the linoleum floor tiles later Jet Stream saw that after dropping off one last vial of some strange glowing sludge, the attendant seemed to be done his task of collecting what seemed like every medicine on Equis.

"OK then Miss," the young stallion unicorn murmured as he ran a hoof over the long list of ingredients he'd assembled, "that'll be two-thousand, four hundred, sixty-two bits and twelve cents... and like I said half of these items are restricted, so I'll need some approved ID..."

A groan and grumble cut off the attendant from behind, bringing Jet Stream's attention to a bespectacled older stallion wearing a labcoat and filling a bottle at a workstation further behind the counter.

The older pony seemed to have had his attention roused to the transaction at hand, "*groan*... Pill Pusher, you dopey rookie... Are you telling me you just spent ten minutes gathering all of that order up before checking if the customer could even buy it!?" the older pharmacist removed his glasses and began to rub his temples in frustration, "...if she doesn't have the proper ID, I'm docking the time it takes to reshelve everything out of your paycheck, kid."

"Don't worry," the earth pony mare smiled as she placed an ID card on the table, "I'm an authorized researcher, so I can purchase any controlled substances... the number is 435666." She put a large sack of bits onto the table and pushed it over and began collecting the various vials and bottles into her saddlebags.

The attendant, Pill Pusher hurriedly scribbled down the ID number as the mare turned to leave."uh... and your name miss? It's for the records!"

She looked over her shoulder as she trotted out, swatting Jet Stream with her tail rudely as she did so.

"Blackheart. Researcher Blackheart." She grumbled before walking out.

Pill Pusher was still finishing the myriad paperwork associated with his recent sale as Jet Stream walked up to the counter. The nervous pegasus stallion opened his mouth to ask-

"Pill Pusher... I hope that you have x-ray eyes that can see through that bag and count all those bits," the older supervising pharmacist groused, "otherwise you might have just let that mare walk out of here with the equivalent of your monthly paycheck in exchange for a sack of pennies."

Pill Pusher nervously gulped as he opened the bag, revealing a glow of golden and valuable bits, before he let out a sigh of relief.

"You're lucky this time, kid. I swear you and your older brother in Ponyville will be the death of this company..." The grumbling pony leaned back down over his work, continuing to fill bottles.

Pill Pusher grinned apologetically, "Sorry about that, sir... how can I help you?"

Jet Stream suddenly found himself on the spot, once again scrambling to think of the best way to ask for assistance without giving away that he had essentially been plowing his daughter's plot for the past day. Heck, if this pharmacist knew that his filly's tailhole had been wrapped around his-

"Sir?"

Jet Stream snapped back to the present. "Uh... Yes. Yes!" Jet Stream leaned in closer dropping his voice to a whisper. "So... I've got a little problem. Down below."

Pill Pusher looked bored at the proffered clandestine whisper... he'd seen everything under the sun. "Hemorrhoids, got it." He began to leave the counter in search of a bottle before Jet Stream grabbed his shoulder.

"No! No... You see I've got this young mare over at my place..." Jet Stream leaned in closer, "and she's in heat."

"Ok so contraceptives then?" Pill Pusher reached toward a nearby shelf but Jet Stream got his attention back by slamming a hoof on the counter.

"No. No... we've got those, that's not the issue." Jet Stream groaned, realizing he'd have to spell it out. "... look, her estrus is... it's really strong. Like the both of us can't think straight and want to screw each other silly for hours non-stop..."

Pill Pusher whistled softly in awe, "...lucky."

Jet Stream groaned, "NO. Not 'lucky'." He rubbed his temples in frustration, "listen buddy, this mare's a lot younger than I am and... I'm more than twice her age." Jet Stream gesticulated with his hooves as he tried to explain what he meant, without explicitly or implicitly conveying that he might be rutting an underage school-filly or even worse, his daughter. "It's just not right for a stallion my age... y'know... to..." Jet Stream raised an eyebrow and tapped his hooves together, trying to convey what he meant without saying it.

"Ah! Say no more, sir... I have just what you need. This should help you quell your mare's urges." Pill Pusher ducked under the counter, coming back up with a medium sized brown bottle, filled with a syrupy-looking liquid and covered in a label with strange, indecipherable symbols. He pushed it over to the nervous pegasus, who began to inspect it.

Jet Stream turned the bottle over in his hooves, squinting as he tried to understand what the symbols meant. Was that a spiral? "What is th-"

"You might not be able to understand the writing, sir. This is the latest and greatest from the Zebrican Territories. I figured you'd want the most powerful dosage we can possibly sell, based on your description of the er... issue... and this is it." Pill Pusher leaned over the counter and whispered conspiratorially. "Technically this stuff is so potent, we can only sell it in Equestria because of some arcane Zebra-Pony treaty preventing the Royal Drug Administration from regulating Zebrican exported goods." The unicorn stallion smirked before leaning back and saying with a bit of swagger, "Suffice it to say, this will get the job done for you - a trifecta of the most powerful herbal, pharmaceutical and magical elements for all your needs. Devised by the most sophisticated Zebrican shamans, enhanced by the most modern big pharma lab techniques, and enchanted by unicorn mages who studied under the Princess of Love: Mi Amore Cadenza herself."

Jet Stream let out a sigh of relief. As he pulled out his wallet, preparing to pay, before asking one more question. "-and does this work for mares and stallions both?" Jet Stream felt like he could probably use a good dose of lust suppressant as well, especially with how occupied his mind had been all morning imagining his filly's tight, clenching... yeah, he could use a dose.

Pill Pusher's eyes opened wide and his mouth hung open flabbergasted, blushing as he began to fantasize about the implications of Jet Stream's question. "W-wow... b-both of you? And while she's on her heat!? Are yo-"

"AHEM... professionalism, rookie." A grumbling voice came from behind him.

Pill Pusher brought himself out of his reverie. "Ah, sorry about that... yes of course - the potion will work for both of you." A grin spread across his features, "I guess I should ask if you have any heart conditions, are prone to dehydration or have any chiropractic issues then."

Perplexed at the reaction to his fairly simple question, Jet Stream slowly passed over his bits with a look of confusion as he answered, "er... no?"

"Great!" Pill Pusher rang him up quickly, passing him back his change and the bottle of Zebrican medicine, wrapped safely in a paper bag.

"AHEM..." The supervisor grumbled again.

"...oh. Can I interest you in a membership card? This month we have a special on cotton upholstered armch-" Pill Pusher sheepishly began before being interrupted by an annoyed Jet Stream.

"No." Jet Stream snatched the bag and his change, eager to avoid the annoying sales pitch for a membership to one of the most inane business ideas he'd ever heard, "No, thank you. That's all, I have to get going."

As Jet Stream trotted toward the front door, the young unicorn attendant shouted out to him. "Thanks for shopping at Potions and Armchairs... and HAVE FUN!"

Jet Stream spared a glance back to see the young pharmacist waving at him with a goofy knowing grin on his face. Weird. Oh well, time to get home before anything else happened.

Jet Stream took off from the front of the store, leaving an orange trail in his wake.

...

Back inside, the supervising pharmacist grumbled out again, pausing to look up from his work filling bottles. "... Pill Pusher."

"Hm. Yes, pops?" The younger stallion asked as he finished counting the large sack of bits from the earlier, larger sale.

"I didn't hear you explicitly confirm with the customer the recommended medication, and obtain their consent that it is the agreed upon solution." He finally put aside the bottle he had filled, before grabbing a fresh empty bottle and beginning anew the arduous task of divvying out an exact count of pills. "...Both of which are audit-able requirements of the College of Equestrian Pharmacists, I might remind you."

Pill Pusher scoffed, "Aw c'mon. Anypony could see the poor guy was having trouble keeping up with his younger mare-friend in the sack... maybe even trouble getting it up at all, I wasn't going to make the poor stallion spell it out - it's embarrassing!"

"...It's your job. And what about the recommended treatment, rookie?" The older unicorn's face was turning red with anger. "Zebrican Experimental Sexual Potency Enhancement Reagent? ZESPER? Even if that stallion hasn't had an erection in 20 years, that stuff is so potent it would be like lighting a cigarette with Celestia's solar beam spell! He could use his stallionhood as a pogo stick until Monday, and still use it to hammer in nails on Tuesday! What the hay were you thinking!?"

Pill Pusher smirked, "I didn't hear you saying anything while I was prescribing it... maybe because it costs twenty-times as much as the weak generic stuff?"

The older stallion rubbed his chin as he considered the additional bits coming his way. "... Good job, rookie. maybe we'll make this business work after all."

Jet Stream's luxurious shower let loose a few remaining drips as the pressure was turned off.

Stepping out of the still steaming glass enclosure with a delicate deftness, Apogee flared her wings out and let loose a mighty shake. She vibrated rapidly, starting at her head and working all the way through her body to her tail like a wet dog sahking itself off. As usual, this turned the pegasus filly into a cute little ball of fuzz, but she paid her additional adorableness no mind as she reached for a free towel hanging nearby.

After her latest 'fill-up' from her dad, Apogee was enjoying a window of mental clarity; her powerful estrus hormones had been temporarily sated by the stallion juices sloshing about inside her, quenching her body's near constant demand for male satisfaction.

Unlike her father, however, Apogee was not using this mental respite to panic about the future repercussions which could arise from the previous 24 hours' activities. Instead, she mused happily about the whirlwind sequence of events that had brought her to this bathroom. A bathroom in which she was now toweling down her hair while also inspecting her rear-end to see if she was still leaking her father's spunk.

It was pretty crazy! After all, it felt like only yesterday that she was still at school fantasizing about what her first time with a stallion or colt would really be like... Apogee blinked as she realized: it was only yesterday. She looked into the mirror, remembering how her day had started yesterday...

FRIDAY-LUNCH

Apogee was trotting through the halls of Las Pegasus Livery for Young Colt's and Fillies, a private school for colts and fillies from kindergarten up to high school that catered to the Las Pegasus wealthy, elite, and connected.

Apogee's hooves clattered loudly on the gleaming, well-lit, waxed floors, as she made her way to her locker. This school had always been beautiful and well-kept, the high tuition fees paid by students' parents going directly to upkeep and provision of the highest quality of facilities and learning materials. The school's teachers, classrooms, textbooks: all were first-rate and easily on-par with even the best private schools in Canterlot or in the major East Coast metropolises.

The student body, on the other hand... Well some were OK. Some left a lot to be desired.

Unfortunately Apogee had to deal with the latter type on a daily basis.

Apogee sighed as she turned the corner reaching the hallway which contained her locker and saw what was waiting for her. Once again, her 'popular' locker-neighbors and their friends were congregating nearby as they debated on where to get lunch. Maneuvering through this gaggle of girls at lunch-time was always a pain in Apogee's flank: the snarky, snooty bitterness of this 'popular' clique of fillies irked Apogee to no end... especially when all their interaction with her was couched in jaded, faux-friendly, backhanded insults.

"Oh, Apogee! I didn't see you coming, your acne is looking so much better today!" The lead earth-pony filly, a daughter of a famous Las Pegasus actress, said sweetly even as she smiled with dripping sarcasm and a bitter glare.

Apogee tried to avoid her bait, focusing instead on getting to her locker before replying, with a deadpan tone, "Thanks. They're freckles actually."

She knew that the clique was just trying to needle her for their own amusement, but it most definitely wasn't friendly ribbing... for whatever reason Apogee often found herself the target of their grating laughter and cruel insults.

"Oh wow, really? I always get them confused when I see you from a distance - I wonder if that's why you have no friends... Maybe you should get them removed, or actually try using makeup?" She asked sweetly, while a female griffon chick behind her, daughter of a Griffonia ambassador guffawed into a claw.

"I have friends." Apogee groused, taking her lunch (a small box of Boop-a-Roops) out of her locker before slamming the door shut in frustration with her wing.

"Disaster Dizzy doesn't count Apogee - she's more like a pet" The earth-pony mare chuckled, before motioning at Apogee's school uniform - a gray pleated skirt, and a black sweater over a white collared shirt, with the school crest on both the sweater and skirt, the standard uniform all the fillies had to wear. "By the way, Aposneeze, anypony who's anypony isn't wearing their school skirt that low. Well, not if they want to land a coltfriend, anyway - you should hike it up girl."

Apogee looked down at her skirt and then over at her bully's skirt. They seemed practically the same except the earth-pony mare's was revealing a few more inches of her flank, and she was also wearing rather risque thigh high stockings.

"Uh... Thanks for the fashion tip?" Apogee stammered.

The earth-pony mare ignored her, "Who am I kidding, what colt is going to look at a little foal like you? Maybe in a few years when, or if you grow up." The clique all began laughing again, led by their cruel jester, until another hoof reached in front of the cruel earth-pony filly, cutting her off.

"Like, just a minute... hang on girls... Apogee, do you want to eat with us this lunch period?" The true leader of the clique, Tesla Twinkle, a tall, beautiful unicorn with a luxurious yet simple pony-tail stepped forward with an inviting smile on her face.

"T-tess!? Are you being serious?" The earth-pony filly asked in disbelief, she couldn't believe that Tesla Twinkle would invite Apogee to hang out.

Apogee's face had gone a furious crimson at the unicorn's offer. She hated Tess the worst out of all of the fake, popular fillies. Once upon a time, Apogee and Tess had been the closest of friends, going all the way way back to kindergarten and through grade school when they used to have slumber parties and movie nights. Over the past 3 years though, Tess had started hanging out with all the 'cool' kids.

Then, a few months ago, Tess's dad had essentially bought his daughter the school president position with a huge donation to the school library renovation fund. Ever since, Tess and her gang of spoiled brats had started giving Apogee twice as much trouble - and she couldnt get any help from the school as all the teachers would look the other way because, 'there was no way goody-two-shoes Tess would ever let that happen'. Apogee had never felt so betrayed.

"Thanks, 'Tess'... but I think I'd rather rip my wings off with pliers." Apogee grumbled, turning away from her tormentors and walking jisn the opposite direction down the hall.

For a brief moment if anypony had been watching closely, Tesla Twinkle's smile broke into a genuine sad frown, her eyes getting a little misty. Blinking quickly and asserting herself, Tess quickly replaced her emotions with an evil smirk. "Hah! The only reason I even asked you Apogee, is because it's half-off for pegasi at the Hayburger and our pegasus friend is away on her heat." She tossed her head back in disdain at the departing Apogee, "C'mon girls, let's leave that little filly-foal behind and have a smoke with the hoofball team hunks before we head down to the mall."

Apogee sighed again, as she walked in the opposite direction down the hallway. Tess and her clique always made her feel so small, so immature, so foalish... they were all smoking, hanging out with colts, even getting their heats... she felt like might as well still be in diapers.

She hated highschool.

...

Apogee walked into the library, hiding her Boop-a-Roops under her sweater and out of sight of the cruel librarian stallion who was an absolute stickler for the rule of 'no food or drink in the library'.

Shrinking with a nervous smile under the librarian's harsh and suspicious glare, the pegasus filly made her way toward the back of the massive stacks of bookshelves navigating the maze of the newly remodeled library until she found nerdvana - in the advanced engineering section, far away from the prying eyes of the librarian or any other pony for that matter. This was Apogee's favorite place to eat, hang out with her friends, and find respite from the hustle and bustle of daily school life.

Turning the corner, her sour mood was instantly uplifted as she saw that her closest friend was already camped out in their secret spot, chowing down on a hayburger while flipping through a heavy tome on 'super-fluidity of molten metals jet at hyper-sonic velocities'.

"Diz!" Apogee squeaked, he face breaking out in a smile.

Daisy Cutter looked up at her friend, caught halfway between swallowing a bite of hayburger with her cheeks full, looking as adorable as she always did.

The smaller than average earth-pony filly was in Apogee's grade, though she was often mistaken for being a few grades younger because of her size. Her light grey fur was just fluffy enough to conceal her ever so slightly pudgy waist and butt. Despite this concealment, you wouldn't confuse Daisy Cutter for a drop dead beauty-model: in addition to her small size and slight pudge, the filly had the messiest mop of chocolate brown hair, a pair of thick rimmed square glasses with a stereo-typically sloppily taped frame-repair job, and a set of braces on her upper teeth.

Everything about Diz or Dizzy (as her friends knew her) screamed book-worm; and Apogee loved her for it.

"Diz!" Apogee repeated, running over and shaking her friend with her hooves, as the poor filly struggled to swallow her latest bite. "Where the hay were you the past three days? I was about to organize a search party for you! You haven't taken a day off from school in... well... ever!"

Finally swallowing her bite of hayburger and hastily cleaning the left-over mess from her muzzle, Diz reaponded. "Hey Apogee, good to see you too... As to why I was absent... Well, I don't... to be honest I don't really want to talk about it." The earth-filly looked down at her book, her cheeks blushing slightly.

Apogee was stunned. Diz never got embarrassed.

Like many of the ponies that she'd grown up around, Diz was a product of being brought up by engineers. She tended to try to over-proceduralize things and strip any complicated, messy emotions from situations and important decisions. Seeing Diz blush and feel embarrassed about something was almost as rare as her missing time from school.

Apogee had to know what was up with Daisy.

Apogee waited a few moments as her friend continued trying to avoid speaking with her, burying her muzzle into the dense physics textbook while finishing munching on her hayburger. The grinning pegasus planned her attack: what was the best way to pierce her friend's armor? The grin became an evil smirk as she settled on her best chance to crack her friend's defenses.

"So, the diarrhea was that bad, huh?"

Daisy Cutter spat half of her food out in shock. "Pftttt... Ap-apogee! Gross! I was eating!"

Apogee couldn't help herself, and started chuckling, rolling on her back holding her sides laughing at her friend's outraged expression. Diz had always hated toiled humor. "*hee hee hee* Aww, cmon, it's no big deal, Diz... everypony has a case of the hershey squirts once in a while."

"Apogee! Stop!" Daisy Cutter swatted at her still-rollicking friend with her hoof, smiling despite herself as she was caught up in her friend's mirth. "It w-wasn't that! OK?" Daisy looked down at her hooves, a blush returning to her face.

Apogee stopped laughing, propping herself up on one hoof to look at her friend with concern. "Now you've got me worried, Diz. I haven't seen you pull the embarrassed card before... even when you almost blew up half the school in chem-lab last year."

Diz pawed a hoof at the library floor, before letting out a deep breath. "I-I guess you're right, it's nothing to be embarrassed about..." Diz took in a lungful of air, steeling herself for her upcoming admission. "I-I w-went into my first estrus Tuesday evening."

The statement hung in the air for a moment, as Daisy sat rock-still, unwilling to look up at her friend.

"W-woah." Apogee murmured, sitting up on her haunches in attention.

Daisy looked off to the side, still trying to avoid making eye contact with her friend. "Yeah, it started abou-"

"LUCKY!" Apogee bounded forward and swept her friend up into a big hug, interrupting her explanation.

"H-hey! Apogee!" Daisy protested, as her friend squeezed her like a stuffed animal.

Apogee was beaming. "Congratulations Diz! You're a mature mare now, you're so lucky!"

Daisy was less than impressed. "Uh... I'd have to disagree with you on the facts there Apogee." She freed herself from her friend's death snuggle, as she straightened her glasses and prepared to deliver one of her trademark lectures. "First off, estrus has almost nothing to do with a mare reaching adulthood, in fact - most of the reading on the subject I've done shows that using first heat as a marker for maturity is mostly an old wive's tale. Mental maturity is still the best indicator of a filly's adulthood."

Apogee rolled her eyes, while still beaming in joy: this by the book filly was the Dizzy she knew and loved.

"Second off, the last word I'd use to describe my experience over the last few days would be lucky." At this statement Daisy began to blush again. "If anything, it would be frustrated, embarrassed, and/or awkward."

"Aw c'mon Diz, it couldn't have been that bad..." Apogee giggled, opening her box of Boop-a-Roops and shoving a hoof-ful into her mouth, chewing noisily as she spoke. "I mean, in health class they said that estrus is pretty tolerable if you're on either traditional birth control, or if you take the suppressant."

Daisy Cutter stared at her friend, her blush deepening.

Apogee swallowed her mouthful of Boop-a-Roops before continuing. "W-wait. Did you go through your estrus with no meds? No suppressants?" Apogee watched her friend nod slowly, "w-wow Diz, why would you do that?"

Daisy Cutter sighed. "Well, as much as I didn't want to believe the rumors Tess's clique have been spreading and the latest issue of Cosmarepolitan about how full strength estrus hormones can help your marely figure develop... I did some research and there are actually a number of studies out of Canterlot University which actually have pretty solid data aroun-"

"Diz!" Apogee growled, upset. "Why would you think you need to look prettier?"

Diz sighed again, "let's be honest Apogee. I can see how Tess and her group look... versus..." she looked down at her smaller body, "...this. Let's just say, I need all the help I can get."

Instantly, Apogee dove across the floor and wrapped her friend up in a big hug, squeezing her so tightly she made a *squeeze* sound again. "Diz, you are the cutest filly in the whole school, you hear me?" Apogee finally broke her hug to put her hooves on her friend's shoulders and look right at her face. "Tess and her whole gang can go get themselves bucked in their tailholes by dumb little colt jocks who don't even know Kepler's three laws of planetary motion, while you'll snag the smartestz handsomest stallions in Las Pegasus."

Daisy Cutter blinked, looking back at her friend for a moment in awe before breaking into a smile of her own. "Y'know Apogee, sometimes I forget just how much a goofball like you knows about astrodynamics. Thanks, though... For the pep talk, it means a lot"

Apogee rolled down onto to lay prone on her belly, resting her chin on her forehooves and looking at her friend eagerly, kicking her rear hooves up and down in excitement. "So... spill the beans! What was it like?"

Daisy Cutter grumbled, realizing that there was no way for her to get out of telling the story, not when Apogee had her curiosity piqued like this. "Awful. It all started Monday night - I was home from school watching Potato Ponies, when next thing I know I'm breaking out in a sweat for no reason... and then I started feeling the weirdest cramps in my stomach."

"Did it hurt?" Apogee asked.

"No, I suspect it was likely an idiopathic reaction to nerves being compressed by my uteral lining swelling," Daisy had once again reverted to lecture mode, which made it easier for her to communicate the story with less personal embarrassment. "I immediately informed my mom, to let her know that I was probably coming down with a flu or fever."

Apogee smiled, thinking of Daisy's mom's warm smile. "Oh! Your mom's the best! She's always there for you and your brothers." She sighed wistfully, trying not to think of her own mother. Apogee knew that Daisy relied a lot on her mom, since her father was often working for months at a time on defense department contracts as a weapons designer with Locksteed Martin. The two had often bonded over how tough it could be growing up with limited parental oversight.

"Yeah, she took my temperature immediately - but I think she already suspected that I was having my first estrus." Daisy explained. "In any case, she gave me a bottle of suppressant from her own store right away."

"Which you proceeded to not take..." Apogee scolded, shaking her head.

"Right. I poured a spoonful worth out of the bottle into the bathroom sink and gave it back to my mom, and told her I was feeling better." Daisy grimaced, "But things quickly got worse from there. Within an hour, even I could smell that I was... uh... emitting a rather pungent odor."

Apogee chuckled as she kicked her rear hooves up and down idly. "So you got really stinky? Was it your sweat?"

"No," Daisy shook her head. "It wasn't stinky... just potent. Perhaps the best word is thick. And it wasn't my sweat... I thought that at first too until I realized that my bottom was getting a little damp. So I went into the bathroom and lifted my tail," Daisy looked back at her tail where it protruded from her school dress, "and my uh... genitals were dramatically swollen and self-lubricating. That was where the odor was emanating from."

Apogee couldn't help but look back at her own tail in wonder. "Wow... what did it smell like? How did it feel?"

Daisy chuckled, "You always ask the strangest questions Apogee. Uh, if I had to say - probably an almond or vanilla smell? Olfactory descriptions are so imprecise." Daisy blushed a bit before going on, "As to feel... well let's just say it was pretty swollen..."

Apogee tilted her head like a perplexed puppy-dog, "What do you mean... 'it'?"

"Uh...."

"Aw c'mon Diz, don't be embarrassed, we're both fillies - you gotta tell me!" Apogee whined petulantly.

Daisy's blush was turning her entire face red. "W-well... I guess the correct anatomical term from our textbooks would be the... uh... th-the external clitoral bulb." Daisy said, adjusting her glasses and swallowing. "M-mine was pretty engorged... I mean to an extent that I had never ex-experienced before." Daisy's blush had now reached her ears. "As I was inspecting myself, it also started... uh... c-convulsing in and out of my labia."

"Ah so you were winking!" Apogee squee'd, "I hear that some mares can actually train themselves to control their winks... I've never had one." She looked at her rear again wistfully.

"Yes, well..." Daisy continued, "I was clearly displaying all the classic external signs of being ready for impregnation. Obviously since that was not my ultimate goal, I thought it might be best to get some relief using my hoof, or the shower-head."

Apogee chuckled, "Filly's best friend to the rescue, eh?" She looked at her hoof with a wry grin.

"Except it didn't work at all Apogee." Daisy groaned. "The worst part was that there was a feedback loop type effect - each time I would... uh... achieve climax - the momentary respite would get shorter and shorter." She motioned with her hoof, "Even with the shower-head blasting cold water, I still don't know how I managed to get out of that bathroom. TO be honest I think I was already experiencing the psychological effects of estrus by that point."

"Psychological effects?"

Daisy nodded, "Yup. Despite my original plan to just get the positive effects of estrus and my knowledge of the effects I would experience... By the time I was walking out of the bathroom, the only thing I could think about was how to go get rutted by an actual stallion."

Apogee left out a soft whistle. "Wow, you really wanted to have sex? Even though you knew what to expect..."

"It didn't matter at all Apogee." Daisy sighed, looking up at her friend with a bit of a grin. "Even though I knew it was all just hormones and instinct, even though I knew that I should sit in an ice bath and wait for the worst of the estrus to pass... When I walked out of that bathroom, I was weighing the option of trying to sneak into a Las Pegasus escort agency or just going out to the street corner and sticking my plot in the air until a stallion came along... I was clearly no longer thinking straight."

"Wow," Apogee chuckled nervously, unsure of where her friend's story would go. "So what did you do?"

"Well, the first thing I did was call out for my mom. I don't know if I was going to ask her to help me or if I was going to ask her to take me to a strip club... thankfully, she'd already left to go to her book club meeting." Apogee exhaled as if she'd dodged a bullet, clearly she still had some things she didn't want her mom knowing. "I swear Apogee, I was so desperate I was halfway out the door to that street-corner if it weren't for one thing..."

Apogee was leaning closer on her elbows, face rapt with attention. "W-what? Don't leave me hanging."

Daisy looked about conspiratorially, one last check to see that no one was overhearing them in the library stacks. "You can't tell anypony OK Apogee?"

Apogee nodded enthusiastically, almost salivating to hear the remainder of her friend's story.

Daisy blushed and tried to hide under her messy bangs, to little success. "...well my brother Sidewinder came downstairs right at that moment."

Apogee's wings flared out.

"A-apogee!?" Daisy exclaimed.

Apogee ignored her extended wings and her friend's reaction as her mouth hung open in shock, before she exclaimed, "W-which brother? You didn't.... did you!?"

Daisy Cutter answered quickly, trying to calm her friend down. "Sidewinder. And no, we didn't. Well, not really."

Apogee exhaled a deep breath of relief and her wings began to relax. "Phew! ...though technically there's nothing illegal about that under Las Pegasus's jurisdiction. Something to do with territory law or whatever."

It was Daisy's turn to fix her friend with a bemused but knowing stare.

"W-what? I was looking it up for a friend." Apogee blushed, her wings slightly extending again. "I wasn't looking it up for me!"

Daisy Cutter chuckled, "Uh-huh. Anyway, as I was saying... Sidewinder came down the stairs right at that moment. I'd forgotten that he written his last exam before spring break at Canterlot Technical University the day before. He got in late on the night-train from Canterlot."

"Sidewinder's your brother that's obsessed with that remake of the cartoon meant for little fillies right?" Apogee asked, trying to remember Daisy's brothers, who were all away at university or working.

Daisy shook her head. "No. Sidewinder's the one who's the varsity track-star. He's going to join the guard as soon as he graduates. He has the nice mane."

Apogee clapped her hooves together and wiggled her eyebrows as she remembered. "Ah! Right, the good-looking dreamboat."

"Eww... Apogee that's my brother."

Apogee only replied with a deadpan expression, making Daisy blush further as she remembered the story she was telling. Laughing, Apogee motioned with her hoof for her friend to continue, "Go on..."

"So... He comes down the stairs, complaining about the smell. Before he's even hit the bottom stair, I pretty much tackled him and tried to grab under his legs." Daisy's blush was deepening as the story went on. "It's pretty embarrassing to remember, some of the things I said to try to get him to rut me."

Apogee chuckled, "Like what? Give me one at least."

Her friend sighed, "Well, after he pinned me to the floor to stop me from trying to grab at his... uh... his penis... I spread my rear legs and told him..." Daisy hesitated her embarrassment intensifying to the extent that Apogee could almost see steam venting from her ears. "I s-said... 'dolphin style isn't the most efficient for insemination, but you can buck me that way as long as you promise to deliver lots of ejaculate'..."

Apogee's cheeks puffed out, but she couldn't contain her laughter and began to roll back and forth. "Hahaha! Even in estrus you're still the same old Dizzy!"

"Yeah, yeah... It's not like there's any research on dirty talk, Apogee... I'd like to see you do better." Dizzy pouted, annoyed at her friend's mirth.

"S-sorry! G-go on..." Apogee tried to wipe her eyes from the tears of laughter she was experiencing.

Daisy was still pouting, "I will say, in my defense, that after I said that and while he was still pinning me, he did drop out of his sheath and achieve an erection." Daisy harumphed, raising her nose in pride, before deflating a little and muttering: "...although it was probably just the airborne pheromones..."

Apogee's wings perked up again as she asked with interest, "W-what did it look like?"

"What did what look like?" Daisy asked, bringing her attention back to her friend after she completed her muttering.

Apogee blushed, "Y'know, his... uh... his dick?"

Daisy rolled her eyes, "It looked like a dick Apogee. Just like any penis in our health textbooks."

"Aww, c'mon... was it big or small or what?" Apogee whined, "Don't get all condensed on me, I want all the juicy details!"

"Fine," Daisy sighed. "It was pretty big, I guess. It definitely seemed big at the time... although I was concentrating mostly on finding some way to get him to put it inside me versus what it looked like." Daisy took a breath to steady herself before going on, "Thank Celestia for my brother though. He recognized what was going on almost immediately, he scooped me up and gave me a big hug, told me everything was gonna be OK... I'm a little ashamed to say that even hearing his deep voice made me squirt a little bit in his arms."

"Aww, what a good big bro." Apogee sweetly cooed.

"So he took me upstairs to his room, and told me that he was going to go out and get something to help." Daisy smiled, "He told me later that he's had a marefriend at college for a couple of years now, so he knew how crazy things can get for a girl in the throes of heat... Anyway, he sat me on his bed and told me not to leave the room under any circumstances, I think he might have actually barricaded the door before he left."

"He left you locked in there? What did you do?" Apogee asked.

"O-only for a little bit! He came back pretty quick!" Daisy quickly interjected. "But I can't tell you how hard it was waiting for him, rolling in his sheets, covered in his scent... I'm a little ashamed to admit that with the amount of... uh... lubrication I left on his bed he'll probably need to burn his bedsheets... maybe the mattress too."

Apogee chuckled, "Maybe I should call you 'Drizzy'!"

Daisy again puffed her cheeks out, "Maybe I should call you Daddy's girl." That shut Apogee up. "Anyway, Sidewinder got back a little bit later, I could hear each hoof-step as he raced up the stairs. I may have been... presenting myself on his bed when he opened the door."

"Wow, and what did he do?"

Daisy smiled as she remembered, "He did something pretty clever actually. He'd gotten one of my father's old painter's masks from the garage and soaked it with vinegar - it did a great job of keeping the pheromones neutralized, probably because the complex proteins in the pheromones would be broken down by the hydroxy group in the vin-"

Apogee rubbed her temple and interrupted her friend before she went off on too much of a tangent. "Diz..."

"Oh, yeah... sorry!" She chuckled. "So he brought out this cooler he had run out to buy at the nearest pharmacy."

Apogee raised an eyebrow, "A cooler?"

"Yeah, it's basically a simulated stallion phallus with an internal channel and hoof-held pump. You load the pump with a semen substitute that tricks the uterus and vaginal lining into thinking that it's received actual ejaculate, and usually has a calming effect similar to if an actual insemination occurred." Daisy paused, seeing that her friend was still trying to picture what a cooler looked like. "Apogee, it's basically like a dildo, but with a liquid pump so it squirts as well, you've seen a dildo before right?"

Finally it clicked in Apogee 's head as she realized what the object looked like. "Oh, yeah! I would secretly use my mom's toys for the past few years - there was a big one with a pump that I avoided... it looked complicated." Apogee mused as she chewed her cheek.

"Eww... Gross Apogee!"

"W-What!? I always washed them before and after." Apogee stammered. "I was curious!"

Daisy sighed again, "You're incorrigible. Anyway, Sidewinder brought out the cooler and loaded it up. He'd gotten the smallest size one that he could find at the store..." Daisy grinned, "I think he was really worried that his little sister might hurt herself."

"Aww, what a sweetheart." Apogee smiled, before plopping her chin back onto her forehooves and settling in to continue listening to her friend.

"So, I tried to set this thing up, with my brother's help. But the darn thing was one of the harness-types instead of a suction cup type. It's meant to be worn by another mare... We just couldn't get it to properly attach to anything in a stable way, I was about to have a total breakdown. I started begging Sidewinder to just push me down and rut me, to give me one quick little squirt. If I'd been less crazy I might have gotten him to go get you."

Apogee puffed up and smiled. "You should have! I'd have been there for you in a heartbeat - I'd wear a cooler for my friend any day."

Daisy got a little quiet as she blushed and asked, "R-really?"

"Of course! Fillies have to look out for each other! What are friends for?" Apogee boasted.

"Th-thanks." Daisy cleared her throat. "So, anyway... Sidewinder agreed to wear the cooler for me."

"How did that work?"

Daisy chuckled, "It looked a little weird, I admit. It sort of rested above his uh... actual equipment."

Apogee grinned again, "Why not just use the actual equipment?"

"Celestia, I wanted him to." Daisy sighed. "But he really didn't want to rut his little sister. I think he was worried about it being weird once all the hormones wound down - probably worried that my birth control might fail too." Daisy twiddled her hooves, "Moon tea does have a failure rate, though quite small. Anyway, he turned me around and put my chest on his bed, and mounted me."

Apogee was leaning in closer and closer, her wings reaching their full extension in anticipation.

"He was pretty big, especially compared to me. He kept his hooves on the floor, but mine were hanging off the bed. I remember because when he first slipped the cooler into my fillyhood, I kicked out a bit and was a little scared when I hit nothing but air. He leaned in to my ear and whispered that everything would be alright though, and once I calmed down he started moving it in and out slowly." Daisy kept playing with her hooves, as she remembered the act in question.

"I was pretty glad he chose the small size - it certainly didn't feel small. It felt really hot, Apogee... and my fillyhood felt totally out of control - spasming and clenching. It wasn't very long until I started moaning out loud... I couldn't help myself!" Daisy blushed brightly again: it seemed she was most embarrassed by her reactions, versus the act itself. "A few minutes in, Sidewinder leaned in to my ear again and asked me to lift my chest up off the bed with my forehooves. When he asked, he was breathing so deep and huskily, Apogee, I've never heard a stallion sound like that: I was extremely turned on."

Apogee could sympathize, as she listened to her friend's story.

"So I did, and he immediately grabbed my hips with his hooves. He'd just been rubbing my back up to that point, but now he was holding my whole backside up. I found out why he did that a second later, when he shifted himself so he'd get more comfortable..." Daisy smiled again, "I guess having your little sister moaning out as you buck her with a cooler and she leaks all over you can be pretty erotic, because he was sporting a massive erection again. I guess it had been pointing down against the side of the bed, but when he had me lift myself up he was able to straighten it out so that it lay against my belly."

Apogee licked her lips unconsciously. "W-wow"

"Yeah, wow indeed! His stallionhood was wedged between my teats, and reached all the way up to my abdomen... almost to my belly button." Daisy pointed to a spot on her sweater about where she figured her brother's length had reached to. "His stallionhood was so hot, and throbbing... and here I was getting bucked on the cooler as his stallionhood slapped up against my belly each time he thrusted." Daisy remembered the next part and couldn't help grinning, "Just as I was getting close to orgasming, Apogee... I did something a bit naughty."

Apogee was fully engrossed in rapt attention. "W-what did you do?"

"I pretended like my forehooves gave out, and fell onto my brother's dick, so it was sandwiched between my underside and his bed. He loved it... he started thrusting harder and harder, Apogee. He was pressing down on my flank and back so that there was more friction for his stallionhood as he pounded harder and harder. The cooler was just flying in and out of me by that point and just as I hit my peak..."

"Y-yes?" Apogee begged, breathing hard as she leaned in.

"He bit down on the cooler pump and it squirted into me!" Daisy fell onto her back dramatically, as if she was re-enacting the scene. "It. Was. Incredible. Apogee! I'm not sure if it was the dopamine, the prolactin or the oxytocin... or a combination of all of them... but my Celestia was it unbelievable! I barely even noticed that Sidewinder uh... released... as well."

Apogee squee'd. "Your brother came too?"

"Yeah, he ejaculated all over his bed and my chest. I think he even hit the underside of my chin at one point. Honestly, I was pretty high off my orgasm as the moment."

Apogee finally caught her breath, "W-wow!"

"Yeah. I was a little mortified about 5 minutes later. I locked myself in the bathroom until my mom came home and she was able to coax me out for dinner." Daisy chuckled, remembering how awkward that dinner-table conversation had been. "I can't tell you how hard it was to sit across from Sidewinder... at least I could see that he was pretty embarrassed too."

"Aww, that's so cute!" Apogee squealed with a smile.

"W-what? It's weird to do that with your brother... well the first time it is anyway." Daisy grimaced.

"First time?"

"Well sure, that was just Tuesday night. It wasn't even half an hour after dinner ended before the next pang of estrus hit me. It wasn't long before I was knocking on his door and meekly asking for his help again."

"And he was cool with that?" Apogee asked.

"He's my big brother, Apogee - he'd actually already refilled the cooler in anticipation that I'd be back. He told me he knew from his experiences with his marefriend that it could last a couple of days and would come and go, but that he'd be there for me whenever I needed him."

Apogee melted again. "Aww! I wish I had a big brother like that! ...I mean a sweet, caring one. Not just for, uh... that. You know what I mean, Diz." Diz laughed at her friend's awkwardness before Apogee went on, "So you were shacked up with your big bro for the last 3 days?"

Daisy nodded.

"...and you never once tried out the 'real deal'?

Daisy's face once again exploded into a tomato-red crimson, as she stammered. "W-well... th-there was... i-if you promise not to tell... l-last night w-w-"

*BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG*

The lunch bell saved her friend from having to explain any further, and she took full advantage of the opportunity to escape.

"Whoopsthere'sthebellgottagoApogeebye!" Daisy squeaked out rapidly as she grabbed her knapsack and rushed out of the library, leaving behind a pouting Apogee.

Apogee sighed, taking one big mouthful of Boop-a-Roops before turning to head out of the library. Even Daisy Cutter was growing up, having experiences with colts, going through estrus.

She threw the empty Boop-a-Roops box at the wastebin, grumbling as she realized that the cereal would also probably be on the menu for dinner later that night. She rubbed her temples in frustration.

Was she going to be a little filly for the rest of her life?

What a difference only twenty-four hours could make. Apogee smiled to herself as she inspected her damp mane in the mirror.

She pulled the towel from around her waist, and was about to use it to dry her mane more rigorously, when she noticed it had collected some of her father's... juices.

Apogee smirked at herself as she grabbed for a different, fresh towel to drape over her mane. Once she'd wrapped her hair up, she dabbed the soiled towel at her fillyhood, taking care of the rogue trickle of fluid that had escaped from her filly-lips.

She looked at herself one last time in the mirror and pumped a hoof in victory. She was definitely not a little filly anymore!

Closing her eyes in happiness, she pranced out the still steamy master bathroom, her head held high in pride. Everything was going great! Her dad would be back in a few minutes and they'd -

"Hey."

Apogee opened her eyes, coming face to face with a rather bedraggled-looking cyan blue pegasus mare with sharp, stunning indigo irises that looked very similar to the ones she had just been looking at in the mirror. The beautiful blue and green mane and tail colors were fairly similar to hers as well, though the new pegasus's mane and tail were even more disheveled than Apogee's.

That was about where the similarities ended though. The heavy, tired bags under the mare's eyes... the slightly slouched shoulders... the grimy tank-top with a pack of cigarettes in the breast pocket... all contrasted sharply with the energetic, bubbly filly, fresh from the shower.

"M-mom!?" Apogee shouted in shock and surprise.

"I said: Hey!" Delta Vee repeated, rubbing her ears. "What's with the shouting, kid? Keep it down... I'm nursing a bit of a headache here."

Apogee was panicking internally. Her mom would surely be able to smell the unmistakable scent of sex in the air: both her father and her musks intermingling with the odor of sweat, especially here in the bedroom! She had no way of knowing how she would react... would Apogee be in trouble? Would she try to take Apogee away? Or would she be angry at Apogee for sleeping with her ex-husband? Would her mom treat her more as a mare or her daughter?

Apogee swooned slightly from the adrenaline rush and fear... it felt like her world was collapsing on her as she stood frozen solid with her slack jaw hanging open.

Delta Vee reached up lazily and booped her daughter on the nose. "What's up with you, kid? Are you on 'the drugs' or something?" She waved a hoof in front of her daughter's frozen face.

"H-how did you get in, mom?" Apogee asked the first thing that came to mind, as her thoughts raced to catch up with the situation - especially why her mom was not reacting at all to the fog of sex in the air.

"Uh..." Delta Vee just looked at her daughter with a raised eyebrow, before motioning with her head to the open sliding glass door to the penthouse balcony.

"M-mom!" Apogee stamped a hoof. "Y-you can't just fly into dad's apartment through an open door!" Apogee stalled for time... she needed to think!

Delta Vee shrugged, as she reached for her pack of cigarettes. "Eh, I can't? But I just did... what's the big deal?" She tapped a single cigarette out of the carton, before patting her pocket to look for the lighter. "Your dad's always pestering me to come over for dinner or to spend time with you here anyway, I figured he wouldn't mind." She flicked the cheap gas station lighter's wick, the sparks flying out but not creating a flame.

Apogee frowned, despite her panic. She hated when her mom smoked and replied automatically, "Mom, you shouldn't smoke in here - you'll smell up the place!"

Delta Vee paused a moment, looking at her daughter with a bemused and bored glance.

Apogee froze, her heart thudding in her chest. How could she be so stupid as to bring up the smell!? There was no way around it now! She cringed, flinching away from the inevitable...

Delta Vee simply reached up and touched her own nose with her left hoof. "Eh... my sense of smell is pretty shot right now... I've been brewing RP-1 for the past few days and the fumes have singed my nostrils pretty good." Delta Finally got a steady flame from her lighter, and lit the end of her cigarette. "Besides, your Dad still smokes too," Delta took a drag from her cigarette, "just because he hides it from you by smoking outside doesn't mean I'm going to." She let out a puff of smoke.

Apogee let out a huge sigh of relief. That was why her mom couldn't tell what was up. She was currently nose-blind. Still, Apogee new she was flirting with disaster.

"Mom, you should probably go, dad could get home any second."

"So?" Delta trotted toward out of the master bedroom and toward the stairs down to the main floor, "I'm here because, once again... you kept my only key to the tool shed, even though I warned you not to leave with it this time." Apogee could hear Delta's voice scolding her as she trotted down the stairs.

"Sheesh!" Apogee quickly toweled her mane and shot out after her mom, "W-wait... I'll get it for you, don't go into my bag!"

By the time Apogee reached the main floor and the kitchen/living room area - the same area that she had been bucking her dad in the night before - Delta was already rooting through her stuff.

"H-hey!" Apogee grumbled in frustration, "I said I'd get it for you."

Delta looked up from rooting through her daughter's overnight duffel bag. "Eh, that's OK. I found it." She lifted the key from the mess that was Apogee's packing. Delta reached down into the bag one more time, "I'll also be taking these back if you don't mind." she lifted out a worn copy of PlayColt and a small, blue, rubber dildo. Delta Vee grinned evilly in triumph as she affixed her daughter with a stare-down.

Apogee squeaked in shame, backpedaling into the living room, a crimson blush spreading across her features. "H-horseapples, I didn't think you'd notice... am I in trouble? How did you know?" Apogee sat timidly on the couch, rubbing her hooves together.

"Kid, I use this stuff pretty much every day." Delta Vee let out a puff of cigarette smoke as she threw the dildo onto the counter haphazardly, before trotting into the living room area. "And for the record, I've known you've been using my toys... it wasn't hard to figure out that someone had been cleaning the things: I never do."

"Ugh mom, that's gross."

Delta Vee shrugged, before jumping back onto the couch, collapsing into a laid back seated position, her legs splayed out in relaxation as she let out a groan of relief from getting off of her tired hooves. "Eh, I'm clean - so nothing to worry about."

Apogee looked at her mom with a little bit of frustration, her nose screwed up in a scowl. "If you knew I've been using your stuff... How come you never said anything?"

"Hey... I figured: free cleaning service - and you never used the stuff that needs to get refilled either so wh-"

Apogee stomped a hoof on the couch. "I'm serious mom! I didn't have anypony to talk to about that stuff, I had to find out most of what I was doing from the magazines! Sometimes it feels like I'm totally on my own when it comes to this stuff." She glared at her mom, tears forming in her eyes. "You could have talked to me about it!"

Delta sighed, taking another drag on her cigarette, her face no longer smirking, instead being a bit crestfallen. "...I-I've never been good at talking about this stuff...Apogee." she looked away from her daughter, avoiding her glare.

"I know, mom." Apogee twisted the knife a bit more - her emotions running high.

Delta Vee shrunk a little bit, fixing her posture on the couch so she was seated properly, though she still stared at the floor. A moment passed in silence, before she plucked her cigarette from her mouth and stubbed it out on the open PlayColt on the coffee table, which she'd brought over from the kitchen.

"That's actually another reason I'm dropping by if I'm being honest." Delta Vee grumbled.

Apogee's glare softened ever so slightly, and she tilted her head in interest.

"I felt a little bad after sending you off yesterday to your dad, right after your estrus started." Delta mumbled, her wings fidgeting slightly as she avoided her daughter's eyes. "... especially since I know from first-hand experience that he probably knows next to nothing about young mares in estrus..."

Apogee laughed aloud at the statement, causing her mom to look hopefully over at her... perhaps she could still find a way to help her daughter... to be a mom for her just this one time: she just didn't know how.

"I dunno mom, I always thought dad swept you off your feet in college." Apogee chuckled, not thinking about what she was saying... speaking about Jet Stream with her mother was always a bit taboo. In the best case Delta would just ignore her, in the worst case Delta Vee could get pretty angry and mopey whenever her past with Jet Stream came up.

Delta Vee suppressed her momentary frustration as she looked at her chuckling little girl. This was about her right now, and what she was going through... she could stand a bit of talk about her ex.

"Is that what he said?" Delta Vee asked, her eyes narrowing. "I'll have you kn-" Delta Vee paused and raised her butt, looking where she was sitting... "uh... this throw pillow is soaked, did you spill something?" She lifted the soggy pillow to her muzzle.

Apogee blushed bright red and froze, watching as her mother touched the wet part of the pillow with her tongue.

"Eh... not booze." Delta Vee chucked the pillow over her shoulder absent-mindedly, "Why did you get quiet all of a sudden?"

"Ah hahaha, n-no reason!" Apogee chuckled nervously, trying to wipe the image of her mother licking her fillyjuice stains from the previous night. Things got quiet again quickly. "S-sorry for bringing up dad, I know you don't like talking about him."

"Eh, I don't really mind." Delta lied, slouching again on the couch and getting comfortable. "He wasn't the big shot, player, ladies-man, escort-using womanizer he pretends to be now."

Apogee hated when her mom put down her dad, especially seeing as how he was always so careful to not repay the favor. But she wondered if maybe she could extract some useful intelligence about her father. "H-he wasn't?"

"Hah! Nope." Delta Vee kicked her rear hooves op onto the coffee table, crossing her arms over her grimy tank top. "He was a turtleneck wearing, yuppie dweeb who couldn't tell the difference between a Lagrangian point and his plothole to save his life."

"But he courted you, right? How did he manage to snag a cute mare like you?"

Delta covered up a smile with a fake cough: she almost never got compliments like that anymore, getting it from her daughter was extra special. "He was a nice enough colt... but contrary to what he may have told you, it was me who had to drag him kicking and screaming into a physical relationship."

Apogee blinked, she'd never heard these stories from her mom before. Why was she being so open to her right now?

"Ya see, kid. Your dad had major performance anxiety in the sack before he met me." Delta half-chuckled, "Now, I'll give it to him that the reason he had that anxiety was because he was worried his... uh... dick was too... uh... thick for... hm."

Delta paused, normally she would tell Apogee any kind of dirty or disgusting facts or tales, but if this was supposed to be her very first mother-daughter heart to heart... "uh... actually kid, maybe we should talk about something else."

"NO!" Apogee grabbed at her mom's arm. "Please mom! You have no idea how bad I want to know this... I've been in this stupid estrus state for the a whole day, and all I was able to think about was how to I could get rutted by a stallion." Apogee blushed, almost pausing as she realized she was saying this out loud to her mom before deciding to throw caution to the wind and press on. "...at first it was any stallion. I just needed to feel that satisfaction, y'know? ...Then it became one particular stallion - I mean... I don't even know if I really like him or not, but Celestia do I want him right now. But I have no idea what I'm doing..." The words tumbled out one after another as Delta listened with bemusement.

"Yep, I guess you are your mom's daughter after all kiddo... I remember how bad my heats were when I was your age." Delta sighed as she reached over and patted Apogee's head, it felt... awkward, showing overt affection like this.

"Still... you sure you don't want me to tell you a different story - like how I had sex for the first time at prom with the captain of the school's Ogres and Oubliettes club? We were both the least experienced nerds ever an-"

Apogee shook her head fiercely. "NO!" She looked into her mother's eyes with her patented puppy dog face. It never worked on her mother, but she had to try. "Please mom? Tell me about you and Dad... what was your first time like?"

Delta chewed her cheek for a moment in frustration and harumphed as she crossed her arms... this would definitely ruin her afternoon. Still, she reminded herself. It was for her daughter, after all.

"Fine."

Delta leaned back into the sofa cushions, leaning her head back and staring up at the ceiling, to get comfortable. "It was my twentieth birthday. Your father decided that he wanted to make a big deal out of it since it was the first time I'd turned a year older since we'd gotten together..."

A much younger Delta Vee and Jet Stream, both still in their freshman years of university, were walking inside of Manehattan's prestigious Coltumbia University, passing by the engineering building where they took most of their classes as they traversed the commons. They had just finished a very fancy dinner.

It was Delta Vee's 20th birthday.

"We're going to need to trot if we're going to make it to the play the arts department's play on time." Jet Stream warned, as he fussed with the blazer he was wearing over his trademark black turtleneck.

"Fine." Delta Vee sighed, hiking up the black, strapless, slim-fitting dress she was wearing.

Jet Stream slowed from his trot, pausing and putting a hoof on Delta Vee's shoulder. "What's wrong Delta? Was the sea-urchin ceviche at the restaurant not good?"

Delta sighed. "No Jet... it was fine... great really! This whole night has been amazing - I've really appreciated it all." Delta paused, trotting over toward a nearby bench. "It's just... why?"

The roguish looking, younger Jet Stream shot his date a grin and an arched eyebrow. "Why what?"

"Why all the fanfare tonight?" Delta asked, sitting down on the bench.

She didn't know why she was bringing this up now, her plan for tonight had originally been to just enjoy being spoiled by Jet Stream... she just felt like she deserved an answer. "I mean, don't get me wrong... I love the dress. The food at Dorsia was incredible, I'm sure the play will be fun... and you look incredibly handsome in that blazer."

Jet Stream smiled, wiggling his eyebrows and doing a mock fashion model pose. "Of course, I do."

The two shared a laugh, before Delta Vee gathered up the courage to go on. "B-but this was all really expensive Jet... y'know we could have just ordered a pizza to my dorm room and hung out. You didn't have to do all this."

Jet Stream's smile faltered a little bit, becoming a bit nervous. "Aw... c-c'mon Delta... can't a guy treat his marefriend to a fancy night on her birthday?"

Delta sighed, "Yes. Of course he can. But I was really hoping to spend time with you tonight... alone, together." Delta tapped her fore-hooves together nervously.

Jet Stream's face had become a twisted facsimile of his formerly confident self. "I-I-I th-think I get what you mean Delta, the fancy stuff isn't your cup of tea... there's supposed to be a great house party in the student housing area tonight." Jet Stream's confidence was slowly building back up as he tried to worm his way out of his predicament. "Let's ditch the fancy dress clothes and get a couple of beers to chill out togeth-"

"NO." Delta Vee stood up, stomping her hoof, tears forming in her eyes under her contact lenses.

"Jet Stream. I'm really sorry.... I didn't want to do this tonight, but... I need to know, we've been dating for 2 semesters now... what are we?" Delta cringed as she said the words, partially because she hated being such a stereotypical, needy mare... and partially because she was terrified at what Jet Stream's answer could be.

"W-we're coltfriend and marefriend. I-I really like you Delta." Jet Stream whispered.

Delta believed him, and she felt the same way. Jet Stream could make her laugh. He had big dreams that she loved being swept up into. She could see the two of them working together as two engineers who wanted to change the world... Delta wished it could be that simple.

"If that's true Jet Stream, why is it that every time I invite you to stay over... every time one of our cuddle sessions gets more serious... every time we're making out and I send one of my hooves down south... you run away?" Delta asked quietly. "Am... am I not physically attractive for you?" Delta looked up at Jet Stream, a small streak of tears running down her cheeks - she didn't want this, not tonight.

Jet Stream dashed forward and engulfed Delta Vee in a hug, making her open her eyes wide in surprise.

"Never." Jet Stream whispered into her ear as he crushed her in his arms, "Never ever think that, Delta. You have no idea how sexy I think you are..." Jet Stream pulled back slightly so he could look the smaller mare in the eyes. "You've kept me up at night dreaming about that hot little feather-butt of yours."

Delta let out a choking laugh, her worst fears evaporating with Jet Stream's confirmation. She could see in his eyes that he was being completely truthful with her. He did find her sexy. Quickly, her fear was being replaced with frustration, as she stopped chuckling and pushed away from her date, replacing her smile with a frown and getting upset.

"So what's the deal then!? I get the whole gentlemanly shtick, but it's been 6 months now. C'mon!" Delta looked at her rear, wiggling it under the thin dress, "A girl's got needs, ya know!"

Jet Stream gulped, his pupils shrinking to pin points as he began to sweat. "Uhm... w-well... I c-could... uh..."

Delta scrunched her nose up in confusion, she could tell he was freaking out right now. What was his deal? Was he just really shy about sex? If that was the case, screw it... she knew how to lead a horse to water.

"Jet Stream." She silenced him with a hoof held up to his stammering mouth.

"Y-yes?"

"It's my birthday tonight, correct?"

"C-correct."

"And birthday girls get what they want on their special day, correct?"

"Uh..." Jet Stream hesitated, as Delta Vee reached out and grabbed him by the collar of his blazer with her teeth, half-pulling, half-dragging him toward her dormitory.

"...well what this birthday girl wants," Delta said, through clenched teeth, "... is you."

...

Delta Vee and Jet Stream exploded into Delta's dorm room, passionately kissing and exploring each other's mouths with their tongues. Partway to the dorm, Jet Stream had finally given in - at first reluctantly kissing the nape of Delta's neck, then in the dormitory elevator progressing to full on smooching while he stared deeply into her indigo eyes, and then finally forcing her to nearly be unable to unlock her dorm-room door as he deep french kissed her in the hallway.

The entwined pair stumbled over to Delta's bed, Jet Stream landing underneath the panting pegasus mare.

Delta Vee and Jet Stream had made out many times before, but she could sense something was different. He was much more nervous.

They'd never tumbled about like this, with her hooves exploring his flank like they currently were. If she ever did try this type of thing, he'd always make up an excuse to go home, or head to the washroom to interrupt their romantic flow.

Delta twisted and reached for the lamp stand, to turn on the light.

"Mnf.. N-no... no." Jet Stream broke their lip-lock for a moment to speak. "C-can you... leave it off?"

She lowered her hoof, taking a moment to think. Did he have some deformity down there? Scarring perhaps? Or maybe he was just really small?

Delta chuckled into her hoof at the thought. If that's all it was, she would tease him mercilessly about waiting so long to bed her. She was no size queen: she loved Jet Stream for what was in his heart... not for the size of what was between his legs.

Leaving the light off, she put a hoof on his chest, pressing him back onto her bed before fluttering her wings to help her hop up onto the bed. She paused, standing over him on all fours hooves, her stomach over his chest as she looked down at him dominantly. She was barely able to make out his features in the dim lighting, but could see that he was concerned - and excited. She licked her lips hungrily, leaning her head down to steal a quick kiss on his nose.

"Jet, babe... This is gonna be fun. Trust me." She chuckled, reaching up with one hoof to release the tight bun her hair had been pulled up into, letting it fall back into the messy mop of a mane that it usually was during their classes.

"Uh... uh h-huh..." Jet Stream squeaked nervously.

How could she get him to relax? Delta mused... It wasn't like she had a million techniques to draw upon, herself. Aside from high-school prom and a couple of drunken tumbles during frosh week, she was also pretty new to this. Maybe a little teasing would get him fired up?

"Mmnn... I think we're gonna make a mess of this beautiful dress you bought me, babe." She reached back and pulled the dress up past her hips, exposing her plot to the musty dorm room air. "That's better."

Delta sat her bare bottom down on Jet Stream's chest. He could feel her heat, her wetness on him as she leaned in again to kiss him, thrusting her tongue into his muzzle and greedily pressing deep into him. She started grinding up and down his chest slowly, leaving a small trail of dampness behind as she stroked his hair, trying to calm him.

As she slid backward on Jet Stream's chest, Delta felt something hot poke her rear. Huh, that was sooner than I expected... he's not small at all - I'm only partway down his belly and already running into his stallionhood. She sat up, breaking their kiss as she leaned back with a grin spreading across her face. It was true that she didn't care about size, but she was happy that wasn't his issue.

She couldn't help herself as she felt the warm spot pressing against her butt, and she began to slide back over Jet Stream's erection as she chuckled out. "So what was the big deal anywaaaaAAAAAY!?"

Delta's chuckle turned to a half-shout as she slid up and over her lover's thick flare and realized just how thick he was. She could feel what seemed almost like one of his legs wedged between her marehood's lips as she slid down over hisfat flare and onto the extremely girthy shaft. In fact, she did a quick double check to confirm to herself that, no, she was not grinding along one of Jet Stream's arms or legs by mistake. "What the HAY is that?"

"H-h-hang on Delta..." Jet Stream nervously whined from below. "I... c-can explain!"

Delta popped off the bed, and flicked on the lamp switch. She needed to see this.

As the bright lamp flicked on and bathed the dorm room in light, Delta caught a full view of Jet Stream's erection. It was laying heavily along his belly, a thick, girthy black shaft that throbbed with his heartbeat s. She could see in clear definition the fat, wide flare with its swollen ridges... an aggressive looking vein that trailed from just above the impressive medial ring down to his base... and what a base it was! Delta caught herself looking at her hoof to compare its size to the widest part of her partner's cock.

Jet Stream quickly tried to cover himself up, grabbing one of Delta's pillows to try to put it over his lap as his erection quickly shrank. "S-sorry Delta!"

Delta grabbed his arm with her hoof, preventing him from covering himself. "Don't. I wanna see it."

Jet Stream paused, watching silently with curiosity as Delta sat between his legs, and lifted his half-erect member with her hooves. "W-wow... you're a big boy, Jet."

Jet sighed, "A freak boy."

She looked up at him with a scrunched muzzle. "What, are you kidding me dude? This is amazing!" She shook the heavy tube of meat in her hooves, giving it a wiggle. "You should be proud of this beast!"

"I used to be. They used to call me 'Jumbo Jet" in gym class." He grinned. "I loved it." The grin didn't last, quickly falling away to a frown.

"What happened, Jet?" Delta asked as her hooves started slowly stroking him.

"I had a fillyfriend - there was this big dance... all the colts were planning to sleep with their dates. I was out back with my filly, she had on this beautiful white dress..." He was whispering, sharing something he never thought he'd tell another soul. "...and... I... she... she tore herself a little bit trying to fit me. She was OK! But Celestia... the blood, and all over her dress." Jet Stream shook his head at the memory. "The whole school knew by Monday. Her brother beat the hay out of me for the next two months, and no filly would look my way without bursting into laughter."

As he spoke, Delta had managed to coax his erection back to its full, girthy glory.

"I've been pretty much convinced ever since that no mare would want to be with me in bed." He sighed again. "I know, I know... it's stupid to let one bad experience ruin everything. I know that I'm not that different. I know I should have told you all about this a long time ago so we could deal with it. But I just..." he slid back into his whisper again... "I just see that dress... Delta... covered in blood... and I just... I didn't want to risk it... I didn't want to hurt you too. To lose you." He looked down at her with a smile, propped up on his elbows.

"I'm not going anywhere, stud."

Delta dipped her head and took a giant suckling lick of Jet Stream's flare, making him shudder in surprise.

"D-delta?"

Delta continued her sloppy suckling of the ridges and sides of her lover's flare. She couldn't pop the whole thing into her mouth at once - it was too thick for her. Instead she explored the crevices and ridges of his most sensitive parts, while using her lips like a paintbrush, as she tried to slobber as much as she could over his cock-slit.

She pushed her tongue playfully against the slit, eliciting groans of pleasure from her stud, before tracing her tongue town to that ultra sensitive bulb of flesh where the flare met the shaft. She began to flick her tongue rapidly, like a snake, while she reach down with one hoof to cup Jet Stream's rather large testicles.

"Oh buck, Delta..." Jet Stream moaned, putting one of his hooves onto the top of Delta's head.

As soon as she felt him touch her, she switched to deep ice cream cone licks from the base of his cock up to his flare, pulling and teasing at his balls with one hoof as the other traced up his chest to grab at his chest fluff passionately.

She was in charge here.

She paused, pulling her head up to see that Jet Stream had tilted his head back in absolute ecstasy. Perfect.

"So jumbo." Delta chuckled, stroking his shaft with a much faster pace, as she tried to keep Jet Stream locked in his present state of blissful agony. "... and you are 'jumbo'-sized, Jet... make no mistake about it. One thing you should know about high-school fillies is that they don't know crap about sex." She smirked as she continued stroking, watching Jet Stream's stallionhood begin to leak pre-cum.

"For instance," Delta sultrily hummed as she slid up bringing her knees onto either side of Jet's hips, "they wouldn't know that the most important thing when dealing with a big boy like my Jumbo-Jet here," Delta let her rear lower, placing her red-hot marehood onto the base of Jet Stream's shaft, pinning his cock between her drooling lips and his lower abdomen, "is lubrication."

"Unf... Delta!" Jet Stream moaned out, as Delta slid up and down on his girthy organ, coating it with her slick juices.

Delta smiled, "mmmnf... yeah... that's my Jumbo-Jet..." she moaned out as her engorged clitoris slid up and against the underside of Jet Stream's flare, the additional friction making them both moan aloud.

"J-jet... sit up," Delta panted, shaking him with one of her hooves, "I want you to watch this."

Jet forced his eyes open with difficulty, he wanted to just stay in the blissful pleasure of the raw feel of Delta's grinding forever, but Delta was insistent - she was leading. He pushed himself up, and opened his eyes.

His jaw dropped slightly at Delta's beautiful form straddling him, her legs extended to lift herself off of his body and provide room for his erection's flare to rest underneath the entrance to her marehood. She was holding the base of his cock steady with one hoof, while the other was pulling up her black dress so that he could see how her cunt was drooling onto his stallionhood. Her messy mane was tinged with sweat and her face was fixed with a naughty grin, but what struck him most were her eyes. Those big indigo eyes that looked right into his soul. He could tell she loved him with all her heart.

"Watch me... my big Jumbo-Jet..." She began to lower herself, Jet's fat flare mashing up against her sopping marehood as she continued to press down, "...unf... a-as... I show you... mmmf...." Delta wiggled and shuddered, applying more and more force... the burning sensation on her marehood's lips matching the feel of pressure against Jet Stream's flare, "h-how a real mare can take your cock."

Finally, Delta's well lubricated, slick lips parted and permitted Jet Stream's flare into her. Delta felt a rush of endorphins as she felt more filled than she ever had in her life, her clitoris winking out to rub against Jet Stream's shaft.

Jet Stream involuntarily bucked upwards slightly, his eyes squeezing shut at the incredible grasping tightness that seemed to be squeezing his flare from every direction... he immediately slid deeper into Delta, right up to the bulge of his medial ring.

Delta Vee immediately tensed up, her wings shooting out to their widest span before she felt a release of mare-cum from her clenching marehood, coating her lover's shaft. A half moment later, a wave of pleasure rushed from her belly, spreading like a fire out to all of her extremities before rebounding back and crashing into her brain. She shut her eyes in pleasure as she rode out the storm, letting out little panting breaths as her love-bud winked in and out of her with splashes of her natural lubrication.

"B-buck..." Delta moaned out, regaining her senses and opening her eyes. She could see that Jet was looking at her face with concern and she steeled herself quickly... she had to take command again, quickly.

She stuck her tongue out of the side of her mouth in concentration as she began to push herself down on Jet Stream's fat stallionhood again. "B-buck... you're a big boy, Jet." She mewled, as the medial ring again forced her lips to slowly spread out to permit the fat donut into her pussy.

Delta had never felt these sensations before, as the fat penis filled her up inside, inch after inch sliding into her. It wasn't the length, which was about average... but just the sheer volume of stallion that was re-shaping and sliding into her hot, twisting insides. She grinned down at Jet Stream, who was clenching the bed-sheets with his forehooves in pleasure... she knew how tight she was squeezing him.

Finally, she reached the bottom of Jet's massive organ. She let out a quiet sigh to herself, she had already felt his fat flare pushing against her cervix, and knew that she had no room left to admit him - she was happy she could hilt his thick penis.

"Now stud, let me show you how much more fun it can be for me to pilot." Delta licked her lips hungrily and shoved her lover's shoulders away.

Jet Stream fell back onto the bed as Delta Vee began to slam her hips up and down on him, raising her toned flanks with her legs up two or three inches before slamming her hips back down in rapid succession, her sopping lips spreading to their utmost as she hilted on him again and again.

"O-oh... b-buck Delta!" Jet Stream began thrusting upwards to meet her hips, slapping noisily into their wet union.

"Unf... unf... Jet! Jet!" Delta moaned into her hoof - she couldn't let him take over just yet, she had to... buck!

Delta fell forward onto Jet Stream's chest, pressing her tongue into Jet Stream's moaning mouth as she began to grind her hips powerfully into Jet Stream's crotch, slamming into him violently as she bucked him into her bed's mattress pounding herself against him again and again.

"D-delta! I'm... I'm gonna..." Jet Stream reached down with his hooves to grip Delta's ass cheeks, using them as leverage to continue his thrusting from earlier. His body was kicking out with desperate thrusts now, his balls swinging up and slapping against Delta's tailhole before flopping back down to the bed, shudders running through him as he neared the precipice.

Delta got there first.

As her body shuddered from the violent pounding she was receiving and her tongue wrestled with Jet Streams, gasping for air in between their kissing, Delta realized just how 'full' she was. The same huge dick that she was grinding along before was inside her now - all the way inside her. The only thing that she wanted was Jet Stream's thick, hot, creamy load.

At the thought of him exploding in her Delta felt herself begin to leak heavily from her swollen, spread mare-lips. She clenched at the fur on Jet Stream's chest, trying to keep control and slow down to prevent slipping over the edge... but like a car accident, there was so much momentum in the pair's rutting that she continued to grind on him as her climax cascaded over her in waves.

"J-jet... Jet... Jet! Jet! JET!" she began squeaking, with each thrust as her marehood convulsed and clenched around his thick shaft, milking and coaxing his dick to release in her. She felt herself losing control of her large muscles as she melted onto her stallion, while he continued pounding into her, each thrust igniting new waves of orgasmic pleasure.

"JET! JEEEeehhhnnngggghhh......" Delta's staccato squeals melted into a continuous moan as she felt Jet begin to cum inside her.

"Oh BUCK... Delta!"

The raw heat of rope after rope of long hot sticky strands splattering into and up against her cervix was amazing, as Jet Stream's rigid flare wedged itself against Delta's cervix and spasmed inside her. It throbbed agonizingly in her, pulsing shot after shot of hot seed deep inside her, filling her beyond what her smaller body could possible contain, stretching her deepest, most feminine parts.

Finally, Delta felt Jet's spasms slow and taper within her, leaving her belly feeling like she'd just eaten an entire box of Boop-a-Roops: ... full.

Delta stayed pressed up against her sweaty stallion, feeling his chest rise and fall with his deep breathing as she felt perfectly safe and happy - screw EASA, screw Coltumbia University, screw everything... she wished she could stay in this moment forever. She hummed happily.

A few moments later, Delta managed to uncross her eyes, and push herself back up... "Ready for round 2 stu-"

She looked down at Jet Stream, who was fast asleep, with a goofy grin on his face.

"Aw... you gotta be buckin' kidding me." Delta growled. After a moment or two of watching his slow, contented, happy sleep she couldn't help but smile.

"He is pretty cute, when he sleeps though." Delta nestled up against her stallion's chest, nuzzling under his chin with her head. It wasn't long before Delta fell into his breathing rhythm and then slowly slipped into sleep - Jet Stream still inside her.

Apogee's wings were standing straight out in rapt attention.

Delta gestured casually with her hoof. "So yea kid... that was how our first time went."

Neither mare heard the door unlatching and unlocking in the foyer as they continued talking.

"Yeah, so he was a big baby about it and I basically had to drag him into my bed the first time." Delta grumbled. "After that though, I couldn't keep him out of my bed, which of course... led to uh..."

Apogee ignored her mother's last statement, knowing that it would lead to her once again complaining about getting pregnant. Instead she continued to try to ask questions about the story she'd just heard...

"S-so dad really liked it when the mare takes charge?" Apogee asked nervously, not hearing the sound of approaching hoof-steps.

"I mean at first, yeah. Why do you ask?" Delta chuckled, reaching again for his cigarette pack. She needed a smoke after telling that story.

"N-no reason... and did dad like it when you played with his balls while you licked him or would you say that it was mo-..." Apogee trailed off when she noticed that Delta Vee was no longer paying attention, instead now looking past her toward where the foyer joined the living area.

Delta lifted a hoof, and said with a bored expression. "Hey."

Apogee turned around to see her father, holding a brown paper bag and with a completely unreadable expression.

Jet Stream's hair seemed to be standing on end as he slowly brought a shaking hoof up to his head before exclaiming:

"WHAT."

Author's Note

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

The much-awaited second chapter has arrived!
THANKS:
A huge thanks to all my readers who have continued to ratchet up the interest, day after day! (Seriously, I received one PM that just said: 'WHEN' followed by 15 pages of question marks... I think my readers are a bit crazy at times!)

Also, a huge shut-out to xRei, a denizen of Derpibooru, DA, Tumblr etc... (everywhere but fimfic, what the heck XRei?) who is assisting with editing and light story ideas.

Finally, a massive shout-out to all of the artists who have put out some really incredible Apogee artwork since the fic was published. It started with bigmac115, who helped launch this sequel... but now there is a whole community of artists - just search the 'Apojet' tag. Heck there's even artwork for chapter 1 already (thanks Luckydragon)! I can't wait to see what the community makes next: I will always give shout-outs to you amazing group of wizards who make fantasy into art.

Finally, the biggest shout-out has to go to the original artist, the king himself... Shinodage! The biggest reason for all of this to have taken off is his incredible creation of the 'Aerospace family' and those wonderful characters in the first place! This is Shino's incredible world, and I'm just playing in it! I can't wait to see more of the main storyline at Delta Vee's Junkyard... (and if we're lucky, maybe some sexy-time pics of the Apo-Jet-Delta family on his other blog... )

ALSO... Check out this non-clop just done by P-Berry... Delectable!

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

So this chapter was a lot of fun to write, I hope it was a lot of fun to read! I gave myself a bit of leash to play with world-building and background, and next thing I know I was totally engrossed with creating Apogee's friends and high school life.

I also continued to build my overall clopfic universe with a short cameo of a character from one of my other stories. Totally up to you if you want to follow that rabbit hole!

I don't want to go too much into reasons for characters/themes, but I thought it was important for Apogee to have a confidant as well. Diz will be someone that Apogee can rely on to chat with about her experiences, and helps to normalize for her what is otherwise would be a very anxiety-filled situation.

Then I turned to Delta and Jet Stream. If you've been following the blog, Shino is painting the most adorable (and ultimately heart-breaking since we know where things are heading) relationship between these two hopeful college students. The opportunity to have Delta relate the story of their first time, letting me play with this pair as well was impossible to pass up on... And putting a unique spin on it thanks to Jet Stream's now legendary thickness (thanks to a couple adjectives from the original fic and then bigmac115's picture) was so much fun.

That being said, this chapter doesn't have any Apojet... so technically you could call it an 'interlude'. If you're only here for the Apojet, I apologize... but the best turkeys are 'slow-cooked', this set-up chapter will make things all the more sweet when we get back to some sweet, sweet Apojet in the very short term... I promise you a lot of wild father-daughter sex is on the way... and now Apogee knows exactly what her father likes, thanks to Delta Vee's story...

OTHER:
So, I did also want to just mention that with this chapter, I've passed 100k words on this account on fimfic. What started as a fun idea to play with in the summer has blossomed into an incredibly fun hobby - mostly because of your feedback.

If you've enjoyed my work, feel free to drop me a note in the comments... it's what keeps me writing! When you add in editing, re-reads and even... *shudders* re-writes , you're looking at about a rate of published words of about 1000/hour of time! Your comments and messages are the fuel to my steam engine to get me to put my hands on the keyboard!

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.