Any Landing You Can Walk Away From...

by Clopficsinthecomments

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Original Character, Comedy, Sex
Length: 76138

Jet Stream awakes having just done the unthinkable with his daughter - but the 'mission' he 'launched' the previous night isn't over... A surprise visit from his sour ex will lead to serious complications - and he still has a horny teen to deal with!

Jet Stream was completely pulled into his daughter's flow the previous evening, swept up by a potent mixture of alcohol and teenage filly pheromones. After a night of post-coital, exhausted sleep though, he has managed to sleep off the effects of the scotch and should be able to overcome his biology-driven lust... Or can he?

Nope.

Jet Stream is in for a wild weekend, as he tries to sort through his limited options to prevent a catastrophe, while trying to handle his horny estrus-driven teenage daughter. Soon, things get ratcheted to a whole new level of tension when his ex, Apogee's mother, makes an unexpected appearance.

Will mission control be able to bring this crazy 'launch' back to a safe landing? Jet Stream may need to remember... any landing you can walk away from is a good one.

But at the rate his daughter's going he may not be able to walk by Monday.

A second light-hearted clopfic due to the demands of the community!

Featured on 11/27/17 - 12/01/17 !

WARNING CONTAINS: Fillycon - Incest - M/f - Anal - Oral - Excessive Cum

A continuation of It's Not Rocket Science based on a fantastic piece of work by Shinodage. It is recommended that you read that story first.

If the above genres aren't your cup of tea, this fic isn't for you!

REMINDER: ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

Published 2017-11-27 05:10:06 UTC
Last updated 2018-03-12 04:26:25 UTC

Turbulent Atmospheric Conditions

Jet Stream trotted as quickly through the lobby of his apartment building as he could without drawing attention, the brown paper bag he'd just obtained clutched tightly in his left hoof. He hoped the medicine within would be the salvation to all him and his daughter's problems, that it would finally spell the end to this crazy weekend...

Well…

At least he hoped it would take away some of the intensity of the interactions with his daughter. He wouldn't mind taking her lovingly into his comfortable bed for a romantic cuddle session. Jet Stream shook his head heavily... what was he just thinking? It wasn't just about the intensity, right? He had to rid himself of all of the physical attraction for his daughter... right?

Jet Stream was jolted out of his anxious musing as his doorpony, Zero Gustav, intercepted him on his way to the penthouse suite elevator. "Hello Sir! Just wanted to report that no one has gone up or down from your suite since we last spoke."

Jet Stream sighed, giving Zero a nod of thanks as he stepped into the elevator and hit the button for the penthouse suite's floor. At least one thing was going right so far today - he'd been so worried that Apogee might make an ill-advised escape during his trip to the pharmacy... and in her current state that would have been disastrous.

In no time at all he found himself unlocking his front door, stepping inside his condo and quietly closing the door behind him. He wondered absent-mindedly if Apogee was still in his bedroom, perhaps wrapping herself in his silk sheets...

His dirty, defiled silk sheets.

He felt himself stir as he imagined his teenage daughter playing with herself. Hoofing herself while she imagined him rutting her...

Again he shook his head in disbelief, what was wrong with him!? He obviously needed this medication more than he realized.

He trotted through the foyer, his nostrils already starting to dilate slightly as the scent of hormonal, teenage sex juices drifted through his masculine olfactory organ. It troubled him that he could recognize the taste of Apogee's heat, a cinnamon-sweet mixture that made him swallow eagerly, drinking her very essence out of the air itself. At least the estrus scent was nowhere near as thick as it had been this morning, when the pair had been overwhelmed by its effects.

His heart froze as he approached the living room, as Jet heard something he wasn't expecting.

Voices.

As in, more than one voice.

"...id Dad like it when when you played with his balls while you licked him or was it mo-" Jet Stream rounded the corner quickly, his eyes widening in surprise and shock: Apogee was speaking with Delta Vee.

His ex.

About playing with his testicles while licking him.

Delta Vee looked up, as she noticed Jet enter the room. She looked like her usual tired, sloppily put together self. She seemed to be completely nonplussed by Jet's sudden appearance, regardless of the rather private nature of the current topic of conversation. She raised a hoof nonchalantly in greeting.

"Hey."

Apogee turned around quickly, seeing her father for the first time. Her pupils shrunk as her eyes widened in shock. Jet Stream felt himself reacting the same way to the current scenario: just what had she told Delta!?

"WHAT." Jet Stream croaked out.

Delta Vee shrugged, before leaning back on his couch."Eh... I was jus-"

"D-delta..." Jet Stream began without solicitation, visibly shaking and sweating, "I-I j-just want to say that what happened was a total accident," Jet Stream kept babbling and spilling the beans, his entire life flashing before his eyes as he tried to explain away the previous day's events. He was completely missing the signals Apogee was trying to send him: her lips were pinched together and her head shaking vigorously in a desperate attempt to shut him up. "Y-you see, w-when I got home Apo-"

"OK DAD, CAN I TALK TO YOU FOR A SECOND!?" Apogee sprang off the couch, tackling her father in a half-hug half-bulldoze which she used as an excuse to push him into the 1st floor bathroom, closing the door behind them. Leaving behind a bemused but still tired Delta Vee alone on the couch in the living room.

"Huh, guess she really had to take a leak." Delta snarked aloud to herself, knowing that her kid was actually probably trying. In her usual way, to manage the interactions between her and Jet Stream to a smooth outcome.

Inside the bathroom, though, a very different discussion was taking place.

"W-what is she doing here? What did you tell her!?" Jet Stream asked keeping his voice as low as he could in his panicked state.

"I don't know! She just show-..." Apogee paused, looking down at her hoof.

She'd just stepped in something slimy. Picking her fore-hoof up, she tilted it in front of her face to see that she had stepped in some of her father's juices, left over from the pair's anal excursion the previous evening.

"Ewww..." Apogee whined petulantly, teenage filly that she was, before wiping her hoof on the nearby hand-towel.

Jet Stream realised what his daughter had stepped in, looked around to see... to smell the catastrophe that was the aftermath of just one of their fun activities and couldn't help but to slap his hoof to his forehead. "Celestia, I am so royally BUCKED!"

"N-no Dad," Apogee shushed him with her hoof. "I thought the same thing but turns out mom's got a burnt-out nose: she can't smell a thing!"

Jet Stream whispered to her through clenched teeth, his stress not assuaged at all by his daughter's hopeful explanation: "Then just what the hay were you two talking about out there?"

Apogee's head tilted in momentary confusion, so Jet Stream elucidated further. "Apogee… Why were you asking her about... p-playing with my... y'know... those!?" He stammered out, finding it awkward to speak with his teenage-filly about his testicular stimulation preferences.

"Oh!" Apogee clapped her hooves together, "Well... mom was just telling me about the first time you two slept together back at Coltumbia University... It was pretty cute." Apogee smiled at her dad.

"The first time we...?" He blushed, remembering that passionate night... that perfect night with Delta... One of the few nights before their pre-marital relationship became such a horrible mess of passion, booze, fights, and excess.

"Y-yeah." Apogee smiled, before becoming a little bashful. "I... I wanted to find out from her w-what you liked for when... we... uh..." Apogee trailed off as her whole face turned a deep crimson... A crimson only matched by the shade her father was currently sporting as he reacted to hearing his teenage filly admit that she was genuinely trying to find a way to improve her performance with him.

Their brief moment was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Uh... You two OK in there?" Delta Vee's voice came through the door.

Apogee quickly burst out of the bathroom, with her father in tow. "Yes!" She squeaked, "Just had a bit of a bathroom emergency!"

Delta Vee arched an eyebrow, "And... what, you needed him to help wipe your butt?"

"Ahaha," Apogee forced a laugh, "Ew. Mom, don't be gross!"

Jet Stream sighed, and decided to bail out his daughter before she dug too deep a hole for the both of them. He placed his hoof in front of his daughter so he could easily step between her and Delta and take charge of the conversation.

"Apogee was trying to explain to me why her mother might be explaining to her teenage daughter everything about her father's preferred... uh... techniques."

Now it was Delta's turn to look a bit sheepish. She rubbed a hoof behind her messy, bedraggled mane. Was that not something a mom was supposed to share with her filly? Probably not... oops. Still it wasn't that big a deal, was it?

Delta tried to shrug it off, "Uh... whoops?"

"Setting THAT aside, why exactly are you here Delta?" Jet Stream asked, pointing a hoof at her.

"Eh. The kid kept one of my keys... As well as some..." She looked over at Apogee, who was blushing, before she decided to spare her teenage daughter from further embarrassment in front of her father, "...some, uh... stuff from my place that I need. I wanted to pick it up quickly. What's the big deal?" Delta asked, starting to shift forward on her hooves.

Jet Stream frowned and shook his head ever so slightly.

Delta Vee felt her eyebrows pinch together in anger, her tone becoming slightly more aggressive as she realized she was being interrogated by the very stallion who had dumped the filly on her at the beginning of the week in the first place. "Hey! You're the one who's always inviting me over so that I can spend more time with our daughter in a 'more wholesome environment'... as if my junkyard is just some trash heap."

Jet Stream felt his voice begin to rise as well. "It IS a trash heap! That is the literal definition of a junkyard! And I didn't mean you can just fly in the window like I know you must have done... Y'know a little fore-notice, coming up the elevator like a civilized pony!?"

KNOCK KNOCK

Delta scoffed, her jaw setting forward in anger. "Oh yeah, sure. I'll make sure next time to give a 'civilized' pony like you plenty of forewarning so that I don't interrupt one of your disgusting romps with some call-mare who lifts her tail for bits!"

KNOCK KNOCK

Jet Stream wasted no time before he barked back, "Better than somepony who should be trying to pull her life back together but goes down to dive bars instead and lifts her tail for booze! And I have the right to know before somepony just sh-" KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK "...and who the hay is THAT!?" Jet Stream shouted exasperated.

"Oh, that would be the pizza I ordered." Delta said neutrally, switching suddenly out of her building tone of anger and heading that way.

Jet Stream was so flummoxed that he could only stare at her in open mouthed shock. "What?"

"Eh... I got hungry flying over here, and my favorite pizza place is only a couple of blocks from here." Delta began to trot toward the door, calling over her shoulder when she realized that Jet was still standing still, shocked into immobility by her pure audacity. "What? I got enough for all of us... I'm not rude."

Apogee chirped happily and bounced after her mom, "Sweet! Did you get one with anchovies?" Apogee followed her mom, tail swishing happily... teenagers love pizza.

Jet Stream was left alone, as he realized that his ex would be staying for lunch. He slapped his hoof back to his face, not for the first time that day.

"Oh you've got to be buckin' KIDDING ME!"

The three pegasi were seated around the condominium's granite-topped kitchen island, a large pizza pie sitting between the three of them, steaming hot...

Delta had quickly grabbed the pies from the pimply-faced earth pony (who had been escorted by a rather concerned-looking door-pony) before looking back and nodding with her muzzle toward Jet Stream, indicating that Jet Stream would pay.

Grumbling, the stallion had quickly given the bits to the pizza-colt and given a curt nod to his doorman before slamming the door shut and heading to the kitchen. By the time he got there his daughter was prancing around the island happily, waiting for the pizza to be served out as his ex set the boxes on the island.

Jet Stream quickly cleared the island of the various cereal boxes and bowls... and a... dildo? He shook his head angrily, promptly tossing the object over to Delta, who clandestinely put it back into Apogee's bag.

Finally, now that everything was all settled down, Jet Stream doled out three plates and opened the two cardboard pizza boxes, before pulling up a stool. Delta on one side of the rectangular island, and Apogee seated next to her father on the other side.

Jet Stream glowered over the island at his ex, and couldn't help tweaking her. "...that little thing is a bit small for a mare like you, wouldn't you say?"

Delta rolled her eyes, "Don't flatter yourself... it's not the size of the jumbo jet, it's the skill of the pilot... and honestly I think you should never have gotten your pilot license in the first place."

Jet seethed, before snarking back, "Oh yeah? Well this pilot has had 1000's of hours of flight time since your last trip - unlike you!"

Delta smirked with her own dissatisfaction, "Hah! This mare has had PLENTY of frequent flier mi-"

"Can you guys stop?" Apogee interrupted, rolling her eyes, a bit annoyed at her parents' childish antics. "First of all... We've got pizza! Second of all, I know you're both arguing about sex. All you're doing is making me feel bad. Give it a rest already."

Jet Stream and Delta looked a bit shame-faced at their daughter's rebuke, and both quietly reached for a slice of pizza. There was a brief period of silence that hung over the trio, as they took their first bites of the delicious, cheesy pie. It didn't last.

"So," Delta began, unable to help herself. "I hear SpaceZed had a very good week in Canterlot. Too bad for your company, huh?"

"Mom..." Apogee warned, putting down one of her hooves on the counter top.

Jet Stream frowned, "Huh, I didn't realize that garbage dump managers followed aerospace news."

"Dad..." Apogee put her other hoof on the countertop... was she going to need to play referee again?

"Kid, you don't even know what we're talking about..." Delta rolled her eyes at the teenage filly's antics.

"What I know is that both of you are just trying to hurt one another's feelings with your words." She took a quick bit of her cheese and anchovy pizza. "But most of the time you just end up hurting mine..." She sighed.

Delta and Jet looked at one another across the island, a grimace of shame shared between the two of them before they both looked back down at their food, chastened.

"...It was a stupid decision." Delta mumbled.

"What was that?" Jet Stream asked, looking up.

"I said, it was a stupid decision by the crown, to pick SpaceZed, I mean." Delta said, before taking a bite of her pizza. "Those stupid SpaceZed rockets aren't using any new technology, except that they can land the initial stage automatically. Compared to EquestriAero's Spaceplane Single Stage to Orbit proposal it was far less ambitious and had far fewer upsides."

"I know!" Jet Stream groaned. "That stupid playboy Tesla just took gen 1 rocket technology, slapped some fancy automation and 'drone-ship' landing pads on it, and thinks that he's some sort of visionary. That plot-hole should have just stuck to his tech company."

"Pshh... totally." Delta agreed. "The main engine on that cruddy Gryphon X rocket they proposed is some kind of monopropellant peroxide fuel, with a low specific impulse factor and some archaic carbureted fuel turbopump! They might as well have tied the payload to a hot air balloon!"

"Are you kidding me? The hot air balloon... At least that would be novel." Jet Stream laughed. "Did you know what his projected bit cost per pound to orbit is?"

Delta leaned over, smirking. "No. Tell me."

"15,000 bits!"

"PFffttt.... HAHAHA you're kidding!" Delta began laughing. "That's about as bad as the old rockets they were using when we were still in college! Our space-plane would have been half of that cost, even on the mark I version pilot shots!"

Jet Stream grinned. "I know it would have... though even at EquestriAero we still had to figure out how to handle the high atmosphere transition to hypers-"

"hypersonic envelope insertion, I know." Delta finished for him. "And I remember telling you back at Coltumbia that materials technology would catch up, and we could use the inevitable atmospheric compression to sk-"

"...skip along the shockwave front, right! I actually saw a paper at last week's Canterlot space conference about variable inlet designs for a SCRAMjet engine, which we could use above 70,000 feet... Reminded me of that same paper you wrote in freshman year." Jet Stream was getting animated and a smile was growing across his face, matched by Delta Vee's as they reminisced about the details of their joint work, designing Equestria's first space plane.

Apogee had a dopey grin on her face as she listened to her two parents nerd out about various aerospace design concepts. She'd never seen the two of them like this, getting along. She could see the passion in their faces about the engineering. This was nice - the two ponies she loved more than anything in the world actually get along - sort of... at least, getting along when having a discussion on a narrow subject.

Apogee sighed.

Why couldn't they act this way all the time?

"...no no, you could work around that issue by using a thaumic battery - it's a cutting edge piece of unicorn tech... we didn't have it back in our school days. They're so useful it feels like we're cheating, but they're as heavy as Celestia after the annual cake festival... It does save our design from needing to have a unicorn on-board with a magical output capacity roughly equivalent to Starswirl the Bearded." Jet Stream chuckled.

Delta chuckled, "Heh - that's good. You can probably save some weight on the avionics if you can replace those horn heads with a pegasus commander: reaction times and flight instincts are so lacking in those magic snobs."

Getting tired of being left out of the conversation, Apogee put down her slice of pizza and spoke up. "Do you guys ever want to fly your own rockets? Or do you just want to design them?"

Both Jet Stream and Delta Vee seemed to suddenly remember that Apogee was still there before they both burst out laughing at her question. Jet Stream managed to recover first, clearing the tears from his eyes. "No hun. It takes brains to build these things..." He held his hoof out over the table.

"Not so much to fly them," Delta laughed, before reaching out and hoof-bumping Jet's outstretched hoof, completing the age-old Coltumbia rocket engineer's derisive insult of pilots.

Delta realized what she had done and quickly snatched her hoof back, frowning at Jet Stream before turning and addressing her daughter. "Heck, they oughta replace those hotshot astro-ponies with shaved monkeys or just send up empty rockets with instrumentation." Delta snarked, as she gesticulated with her hooves animatedly, Jet Stream nodding along in agreement with his ex's statement.

Apogee pouted, feeling a bit embarrassed, her cheeks puffing out in shame as her parents shared another laugh. "Well," the teenage mare straightened herself, pushing out her chest and ruffling her feathers tapping her chest with her hoof, "I would love to fly the spaceships you design. I think it's cool."

A moment passed, as Jet Stream and Delta Vee looked at one another then at their daughter. A smile of sincere pride crossed his lips as he looked fondly at his daughter - she'd just said she wanted to be an astronaut.

"Th-that would make me pretty proud, kid." Delta Vee smiled for once, as she thought about her overly-energetic daughter piloting, heck, maybe even commanding an EASA mission. Delta felt her heart warm and fill, and had to blink to prevent her eyes from getting watery.

"You'd have to improve your grades quite a bit, hun..." Jet Stream said, still smiling with pride. "But I think you'd make a great space-pilot."

Apogee could feel the love around the table. She'd never experienced anything like this before - two parents who loved her just looking at her with pride and fully believing in her. It was incredible. "I... I'd only ever fly to space in something you guys designed, though." She chuckled, before bashfully looking back at her pizza.

For a briefest of moments... all the arguing and pain of the past was forgotten.

For that idyllic moment, all was right with the world for this little misfit family of three, maybe... Just maybe... This little family would make it.

The moment passed by, slipping back into the cruel and ever-growing horizon of the past, as they fell back into a contented silence and each grabbed their second slice of pizza.

Apogee's second slice quickly went awry.

Maybe it was the feelings of love from her parents. Maybe it was the energy she'd gotten back from the food she'd just eaten. Maybe it was the sense of embarrassment from speaking so candidly with her parents about her feelings and dreams... Or maybe it was the fact that her father's semen had been sufficiently absorbed by her body that it sensed she needed a 'fill-up'.

Whatever the reason, Apogee's heat began to rear its ugly head, the unstoppable, irrepressible force building once again.

It started with her belly starting to feel a bit warm. She could tell right away it wasn't because of the piping hot pizza in her stomach as that perplexing warmth spread down to her nethers, forcing her to shift her little butt on her stool uncomfortably. The friction of her adjustment just made things worse, as she felt her heat's throbbing insistence begin to build in waves, each pump of her heart making her lower lips swell and her wings start to get achy and feel like they should be extended.

Jet Stream had noticed his daughter's dilemma rather quickly too...

Partway through his second slice of pizza he began to notice a scent that was overtaking even the fairly egregious smell of the anchovies, even though he had none on his slices (he was begrudgingly thankful that Delta had ordered a second pie with just cheese, he never could understand how his daughter and ex liked the taste of the disgusting fish topping).

No longer was the aroma of baked cheese and fish able to drown out the smell of aroused teenage filly pussy, and his nostrils immediately flared at the returning hint of musky cinnamon in the air, which he knew was coming out of his daughter's body.

He glanced over out of the corner of his eye to see that Apogee was unsurprisingly squirming in her seat, one of her hooves rubbing her lower abdomen, her teenage wings ever so slowly starting to extend from the middle of her back. Her face was already blushing red in exertion and her lips were parting ever so slightly as she gave out hot little hasps of breath.

Crap.

"Uh, excuse me for a second. " Jet Stream hopped up off of his stool, "I need to use the toilet... Apogee could you come with me for a moment?" He asked over his shoulder as he trotted toward the first-floor bathroom.

"Hmmng?" Apogee dreamily looked over to her father, woken out of her reverie. "Uh... Oh! Y-yea sure!" She hopped off her stool as well.

Jet Stream nervously prayed that Delta Vee didn't see the conspicuous and sticky strand of filly-juice that stretched between his daughter's plot and its spot on the stool, before it finally fell like a gossamer thread to the floor below.

He put a hoof around her shoulders and escorted her from the kitchen, leaving Delta Vee to her pizza.

Delta took another big bite, chewing and swallowing before muttering to herself. "What is it with those two, are they bathroom buddies or what...?" She grabbed another slice of pizza, "...is kid-parent mutual butt-wiping some parental bonding thing I don't know about?" She shrugged and took another big chomp... Most likely the two were once again going behind her back to discuss the latest faux-pas she'd unknowingly messed up...

She sighed, resting her hoof on her chin belatedly, why she'd even bothered to try this visit, she had no idea.

"D-dad," Apogee nuzzled her dad's neck as soon as the bathroom door was closed. "I-I think I'm... mnn..." the filly paused to rub her thighs together, her rapid breaths landing hotly on her father's nape.

Jet Stream swallowed deeply, his hooves stroking his daughter's back comfortingly, reassuringly.

"I know, hun..." he unconsciously let one of his hooves trail down to her flank, kneading the pert teenage muscle there. Apogee immediately moaned into his neck and tried to lean into the exploring hoof, her tail flagging up and swishing her musk all throughout the bathroom's constrained atmosphere.

Jet Stream pulled away his hoof from her flank quickly, fighting the urge to drive his mouth against his daughter's gasping muzzle and send his hoof to explore even further south.

"...I know hun. I know it's back. I can smell it on you."

"D-dad, c-can we..." Apogee mewled, her dewy eyes looking up at him. Begging him.

"L-later, hun. Your mom's here right now, remember?" Jet Stream wasn't even shocked at himself for promising to satisfy his teenage filly later, as if it was no big deal. "For now, I'm going to give you some medicine, it's going to make everything better, OK sweetheart?" He produced the brown paper bag that he'd left in the bathroom earlier.

"P-please Dad..." Apogee moaned, one of her hooves starting to reach down to her father's flank. Whether she was begging for the medicine or begging for his medicine was anypony's guess.

Jet Stream hurriedly looked at the bottle, trying to decipher the symbols to discern the proper dosing to give. But it was all for naught, he couldn't understand the strange glyphs of the Zebrican language...

Apogee laid a long, begging lick across his neck.

Crap! He was running out of time here! It wasn't a large bottle... perhaps a quarter dose for her? He uncorked the top.

"H-here hun, say ahh..."

Apogee looked up at him, her eyes half-lidded and dreamy with desire. She opened her cute little muzzle as wide as she could and said Anhhh, revealing her flat pink tongue and throat. Little strands of sticky saliva connected the roof of her mouth to her lips as she gasped heavily with hot pants.

Jet Stream paused for a moment as he imagined ramming his stallionhood down her throat and exploding in her - he shook his head... focus!

He poured a good dollop... about a quarter of the bottle onto his daughter's tongue, watching the pink liquid slide down the slick, withering muscle into her throat before he straightened and corked the bottle.

"N-now, swallow hun."

Apogee did as instructed, a faint glow from the activating magic visibly sliding down her slender throat and into her belly.

"Good job, hon... it'll get better soon, I promise." Jet Stream stroked her ruffled blue mane. "Now, let's head back out there before your mom gets suspicious, OK?"

"Hmmnnnggh..." Apogee mewled, her tail still seductively flicking about, high in the air, "O-okay, Dad."

He turned his daughter around, opening the door and directing her back toward the kitchen with a gentle push on her cute little butt. He felt something sticky, and looked down to see his hoof was wet with his daughter's slick nectar, a silvery strand connecting it to his departing daughter's plot... He followed the strands back to its original, immediately seeing a set of hot, teenage filly pussy lips, swollen and dripping under Apogee's flagging tail, winking invitingly, just for him.

"Sweet motherbuckin' Celestia." Jet Stream murmured to himself as he felt his stallionhood begin to spill from his sheath. He lifted his sticky hoof to his mouth, tasting the incredible sweetness of his daughter's pure arousal - giving in to his desire one last time before taking what he thought to be suppressant.

"I really hope that this stuff is as strong as that pharmacist said it was," Jet Stream tilted the bottle back into his own mouth, swallowing another quarter of the contents. "'Cuz I sure as hay need it."

He left the bathroom as well, hoping his awkward shuffle would hide his growing erection.

On the way back to the table, Jet Stream felt something strange shifting throughout his body.

The warmth from the potion he had just swallowed was branching out in all directions from his gut, racing out along each artery and vein to all of his extremities. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling... just... tingly... and powerful. It was slowly making him feel more and more uncomfortable, however... not exactly the satiating and suppressing effect he'd been hoping for.

He paused briefly to reach down with a forehoof to scratch his balls nervously as he left the living area. Something was wrong: most of those tingling sensations were starting to congregate in his nether regions. He could feel the potion’s effects as the sensations slid in and around his reproductive organs swelling and shifting him. The caress of the magic could be felt throughout the various glands and vessels in his abdomen, the tissue in and around his testicles, and, of course, his cock.

Celestia, could he ever feel it there!

The tingles had accumulated enough to feel like a burning warmth by the time that he rounded the corner into the kitchen. Thankfully, Delta Vee was looking the other way while concentrating on her latest slice of pizza, otherwise there would have been no way she could have missed the massive erection he was sporting.

Jet Stream took his seat next to his daughter, instantaneously being assaulted with her estrus's rich perfume. Poor Apogee seemed to be stewing in a cauldron of her own juices; a thousand yard stare was stuck on her face as she bit her lower lip.

It seemed both of them desperately needed this potion to kick in sooner than later.

And kick in it did.

Just as Jet Stream reached out to pick up a slice of pizza, he felt that burning warmth becoming more and more insistent. It took every ounce of his will-power not to reach under the table with one of his hooves to stroke his suddenly aching shaft... or better yet, to simply tackle the overpowering source of teenage pheromones sitting next to him and rut her into oblivion. But he staved off those animalistic desires as the burning throbs pulsed more and more powerfully. His fear continued to ratchet up as he felt his cock straining under the effects of whatever that potion was... was this some unforeseen side-effect? Something was definitely wrong... his cock was getting hotter and hotter and... colder?

Jet Stream suddenly felt a coolness against his cockhead and shivered for a moment before he realized that his flare was now pressing up against the bottom of the kitchen island... something it had never done before while sitting on these stools.. Even when he'd had the most raging morning wood hard-on of his life and sat down for coffee, it still would leave a small gap between the tip of his dick and the underside of the granite counter-top.

As discretely as he could possibly manage, Jet Stream leaned back to get a better angle and see just what was going on under the table... Then immediately squeaked in wide-eyed shock and straightened up bolt upright, stunned by just what he had seen.

"Hm, didya say something?" Delta asked, from the other side of the table.

"N-nothing!" Jet Stream peeped out, as he started sweating profusely.

What the buck was that!? He asked himself.

What he'd seen was shocking: his stallionhood... which he was intimately familiar with ever since he was a young colt... larger than he had ever seen it before, by no small margin. Thicker, longer, darker... it looked obscenely menacing, like it belonged to one of those Zebras in those ridiculous porn movies.

Where his cock had probably been 11 inches long and as wide around at its base as a filly’s fore-leg yesterday…

Now… now it was pushing 15 inches long, and the fat throbbing base was easily as wide, if not wider, than his hoof!

And it was drooling.

Jet Stream started to pick up on sensations other than the still-continuing throbs... and realized that he could feel the rivulets of pre-cum sliding down his now-longer shaft, trailing down to where his balls lay against the stool seat-top, making an absolute puddle in his pubic fur and lap... and still those hot, magically induced throbs weren't stopping!

He could feel his flare getting pressed more and more firmly into the cool granite underside of the island counter-top as he shaft continued to agonizingly stretch, slowly and inevitably. The pressure being applied to his swollen flare had reached a level that it was too uncomfortable to stand any further.

Then, just as he was about to reach down to adjust himself so his larger stallionhood would rest more comfortably along the underside of the table, instead of into the underside... it happened.

He started to cum.

A lot.

What the buck!? His mind shouted internally, even as it was flooded by orgasmic pleasure chemicals. He hadn't even touched himself... he'd never had a hoof-free orgasm before!

Jet Stream clenched the edge of the table and leaned forward, gritting his teeth as he involuntarily performed little bucking gyrations in his seat. Splatter after splatter of thick cum was shooting from his now-rigid flare as he tried desperately not to scream out loud from the incredible sensation of his ongoing massive ejaculation.

He could hear the sound of his prodigious amounts of seed spilling to the floor underneath the island. Thankfully it wasn't a 'floating-island type': there was a solid section of rich mahogany wood between him and the other side of the countertop. It there wasn't, he'd currently be hosing down Delta's legs with heavy ropes of thick, spurting cum.

Perhaps Delta couldn't hear well over the sounds of her chewing, because the splatter-pitter-patter sound of thick semen as it shot in heavy jets from his cock head before ricocheting off the underside of the table and either falling to the floor or painting the side of the mahogany pillar, seemed cacophonous to Jet Stream. He squinted his eyes shut... at this point there was nothing he could do: he was along for the ride... he grimaced while trying desperately not to moan aloud as his overwhelmingly intense and long-lasting orgasm continued...

Splatter. Splatter. Splatter.

Buck, he'd never come this much in his entire life - even when he was a teenage colt in high-school clopping to his posters of Wonderbolt mares!

Splatter. Splatter. Splatter.

It just wasn't stopping!

Splatter. Splatter. Splatter.

Apogee seemed to have taken notice of something going on under the counter-top and looked over at her father...

...

She too had had a rather rough return from the bathroom to the table. While in the cramped and musky bathroom, Apogee wanted nothing more than for her father to nip her neck, bend her over the sink, pound his stallionhood into her and give her the bucking she so desperately needed. Instead she had been saddened when he'd meekly turned her away with the dosage of medication.

As Apogee began her walk back toward the kitchen island counter-top, turning to exit the cramped bathroom, she'd felt the welcome press of her father's strong hoof against her butt... and her marehood. It made her heart skip a beat as she trotted through the living room.

It was about then that she began to feel the cooling effects of the potion. Or what she thought was the cooling effect of the potion... Starting in her belly and spreading outwards, each racing throb of her heart seemed to deliver the dancing, electric tingles to the far reaching extremities of her teenage body... but most especially her pulses seemed to be sending them to her aching, moist filly-hood.

At first it seemed like the tingles were helping, bringing a welcome change in sensation to Apogee's already engorged and burning, drooling lower lips... but very quickly the horny filly could tell that something wasn't working as intended.

A huge pressure seemed to be building up from the tingles, making everything down there swell and throb worse. Unlike ever before she could feel her little clitoris parting her dripping folds as it grew larger... In fact, by the time she reached her seat the throbbing love-bud was engorged large enough to ever so delicately brush the cold wooden top of the stool - causing a chain reaction of sensation that immediately made Apogee's powerful teen vaginal muscles clench and wink.

And what a wink it was.

Apogee felt racing shivers of electricity trail up and down her spine as her filly-hood spasmed agonizingly, shooting her already engorged clit in and out from its nesting spot in her hot folds and mashing the sex-button against the cool stool-top. Her little wings shot out to either side rigidly and she nearly dropped the slice of pizza she was holding as she felt herself flood the stool with a massive squirt of filly-cum. The torrent of transparent liquid sprayed out in gooey, sticky strands down to the floor below... and yet she just kept clenching, in and out, in and out... again and again as her body was wracked with the powerful convulsions that drove her to grind her hips into the stool.

Apogee's lust mounted with each wave, her breath starting to come in raspy little gasps; her hips were gyrating faster and faster and her vision was going fuzzy... Right when she was on the edge of an actual orgasm, the winking finally began to taper off... and as her breathing returned to normal she caught a pleasant smell in her cute little nose; she also noticed that her father seemed to be clenching the edge of the table in some distress.

Apogee's nostrils flared as she looked at her rugged, masculine dad.

Celestia she wanted him to just push her up onto the countertop and mount her roughly from behind... Did he even know how good he smelled right now?

Apogee writhed on her seat, feeling her bottom get absolutely soaked from the pool of juices she'd just deposited there. Celestia help her, she just wanted to bathe in the scent wafting up from under the island... that oaky, almondy, acorn-like bitterness... wait... she knew that smell. Was he... cumming?

He was!

Apogee squee'd quietly: the badly-desire essence her body was screaming for was right there!

With so much biological, animalistic imperative driving the little filly, she couldn't help herself: her left hoof (the one closest to her father) shot out under the table searching hungrily for its target. Apogee's eyebrows lifted in gleeful surprise as she felt the hot, heavy, pulse-throbbing stallion-shaft there, and it was already a gooey-creamy mess.

She was beginning to wrap her hoof around her father's shaft when she realized, to her surprise, that it seemed different than it had this morning... larger, thicker... hotter? Like, to a large extent! Almost a shocking extent. The unexpected additional attributes were so stunning that Apogee pulled her hoof back as if she'd been stung.

Still trying to process what she'd just felt, the teenage-filly lifted her sticky hoof back up above the edge of the table clandestinely, before getting a wicked idea. Using the facade of raising her slice of pizza back to her muzzle, she brought the hot, sticky goo on her hoof up as well - carrying the creamy semen to her mouth. Faking a small bite of pizza, she instead took a big lick of her father's warm foal-batter off her left hoof.

The explosion of taste was incredible - her body immediately demanded that she get more of this wondrous substance inside her, and inside her now! Apogee couldn't help but close her eyes and give out a long and satisfied moan as she felt her body tremble with delight from the creamy treat sliding down her throat.

"Mmmmmnnnn...."

Delta Vee looked across the table at her daughter with a smile, "Yeah, I hear ya kid. It's my favorite too... tastes good huh?"

Apogee nodded, her eyes still closed before as she finished her swallow with a breathy little exhortation, "Ahhh... y-yeah! I think it's my favorite too... it t-tastes incredible." Apogee dropped both her hooves to her belly, patting it with satisfaction, before slyly only returning one of her hooves to the counter-top.

Delta's ears perked up as Jet Stream suddenly let out a breath it looked like he had been holding for 2 minutes, before panting slightly with some sort of exertion. His eyes seemed to be spinning lazily in their sockets as he finally let his death grip of the table-edge go. The usually composed stallion shakily raised his hoof back toward the pizza, as he intended to grab another slice.

Delta looked at him with an arched eyebrow, "Uh... you OK there?"

Jet Stream managed to nod and tried wave her off, "U-uh... uh-hungh..." but as he picked up another slice of pizza, he squeaked aloud and his wings shot out to full extension. The pizza slice flopped messily to the countertop partway between his plate and the box. Apogee was staring out nonchalantly away from the table, only one hoof above the counter-top... but she had the most wickedly mischievous grin on her face.

Delta suspiciously look at the two ponies acting strangely opposite her... she was about to call them weirdos, before she realized that would be the pot calling the kettle black. So instead she simply shrugged and took another bite of her delicious anchovy pizza.

Under the island counter-top on the opposite side, lots of things were happening.

Things that were making Jet Stream's teeth grit in ecstasy.

...

Poor Jet Stream had just been through a roller-coaster of emotions and physical sensations. He'd almost lost all control when Apogee had gripped his mid-shaft as he was still in the throes of spurting... but thankfully the filly had withdrawn her hoof almost immediately. A few heavy, powerful spurts after that, he had finally felt his seemingly-never ending orgasm taper off. The muscles in his abdomen finally relaxed and his stallionhood ceased its endless barrage, which had lead to him breathing and shaking heavily as he reached for another slice of pizza.

The poor stallion had finally been able to release his hold on the counter-edge, and catch his breath, his head swimming with a dangerous mixture of pleasure and panic. Surely, after such an intense and prolonged climax like the one he'd just survived he had to be fully drained... right? His cock should be softening and retreating back into its sheath rather quickly... right?

Not even close.

Unbelievably, Jet Stream felt his rigid member continue to throb angrily. It may have stopped spurting, but it was still more than raring to go.

The one upside of his ejaculation was that the organ was now slick enough that it had slid out against the underside of the counter... which was a good thing, otherwise it would probably be cracking through the granite by now if it was still facing upward.

Jet Stream had then tried to cover up his discombobulated state by reaching forward to grab another slice of pizza.... Sure his forearm was shaky, and he was huffing like a marathon runner, but everything was going fine: the pizza was on its way back to his plate when he felt an unexpected hoof suddenly wrap itself only around his massive shaft, though with his expanded size, it could barely make it halfway around.

He had dropped the pizza, stifling a yelp: his wing shot out in arousal as he felt the hoof begin to stroke slowly upward, milking him from the base of his cock (now a tangled messy mop of gooey pubic fur) before starting to squee its way up his shaft.

Celestia it felt so good, Apogee's little hoof couldn't get halfway around the throbbing shaft, yet it still felt incredible as she punctuated her smooth upward stroke with little wiggles and squeezes. Apogee smiled across the table at her mother as the filly took an actual bite of her pizza from her less busy hoof.

"Wh-where did you get this from anyway, mom?" Under the table, the slick remainder from her father's climax lubricated her ongoing stroking, which went up his shaft... and up... and up...

Celestia... just how long was he?

Delta swallowed her bite, and gave a little smile. "It's called 'My Little Pizzeria', it's just down the street from here."

"Oh? How'd you find it?" Apogee asked absent-mindedly, her focus actually on her hoof as it finally found the edge of her father's flare. Buck, it was so swollen right now! She tenderly slid her delicate under-hoof over the ridge, massaging what she knew must be a painful, throbbing glans for her poor father.

Next to the grinning, naughty filly, Jet Stream bit down on his cheek, his eyes crossing in ecstasy. His daughter was giving his cockhead such an exquisite and gentle rubdown, bringing him tantalizingly closer and closer to another climax... he was so close now... Celestia she just had to-

Delta looked down at her pizza crust to pick it up, and Apogee seized on the window of opportunity. At lightning speed she brought her massaging hoof up to her mouth, sticking the whole thing almost comically into her muzzle so she could take her time lapping up her father's cream which she had gathered beneath the countertop.

Delta looked up, still nibbling on her crust. "Heh, hoof-lickin' good huh?" She joked, using a line from a popular commercial that was playing throughout Equis.

"Mmm hmmm..." Apogee agreed, as she swallowed the thick cum she'd just scooped into her mouth, shutting her eyes in pleasure. It was so fulfilling. Her wings fluttered in joy at the taste in her belly... but it wasn't enough. She needed more.

Apogee lifted her cloth napkin to her lips, patting them daintily and conspicuously... Then she dropped the piece of fabric so that it fell to the floor.

"Oops!" Apogee pushed her stool back, "I'll get it."

She ducked under the table, leaving her parents to stare at each other across the island, an awkward silence descending over the both of them.

Delta took another bite of her pizza. A frown appearing on her face, not because she was left alone with Jet Stream, but because she felt so inadequate, so awkward in these situations. She was so bad at regular family conversation stuff like this, all she'd been talking about for the past 5 minutes was the freaking pizza. Come on, Delta, think of something else to say... "S-so... how's your pizza?"

Dammit.

Jet Stream was making a strange face - one of his eyes was twitching and he had a big dopey grin that stretched from ear to ear. "Mmmm... it... it's r-really good." He sighed, letting his tongue hang lazily from his mouth, making Delta grin and look at him with a bemused glance... it was pretty good.

Under the island, Apogee had just finished giving her father's enlarged cock a full tongue bath. The moment she'd ducked under the island counter-top in search of her napkin she had hungrily attacked her father's larger-than-normal stallionhood, her tongue tracing up the hot, throbbing shaft and lapping off the thick creamy remaining juices from his massive eruption.

The longer, wider rod rubbed into her mane as she nuzzled her way down to the base of her father's penis, licking up the sticky mess that had accumulated there. She buried her nostrils into his musky, sweaty balls coating them in a layer of her saliva as she suckled and licked aggressively eager to absorb every last bit of his cum.

Breaking off her lascivious licking of her father's balls (which she could swear had gotten larger than this morning as well) with an audible little pop, Apogee said aloud so her mother could hear: "D-dad, my napkin is stuck under your stool, I'm having trouble getting it." Before she immediately nuzzled his dick, grinding her face against the huge fleshy-rod as she dragged her tongue up its impressive length once again.

Jet Stream smiled goofily across at Delta as he answered his naughty little filly, "Mmm... you'll just have to try a little harder to get it, hun." Delta just rolled her eyes, perplexed at Jet Stream's strange behavior before she took another bite of pizza - she felt awkward, out-of-place... but she really had no idea how a family meal was supposed to go.

Apogee felt her father squeezing the muscles suspending his heavy stallionhood, making it twitch and bounce against her face - she had finally finished licking the entire pole clean of its coating of daddy batter.

Celestia, she could feel her body starting to react already, demanding even more of her father's sauce, but there was no more to be had on the jet-black skin of his shaft, or in the sweaty musky fur of his pubic region.

She was giving serious thought to lapping up the large pool of cum that had splattered and run down the island underside. Just before she bent down to do just that a better idea came to her.

Why not get some fresh batter?

She moved her muzzle quickly up her father's longer shaft, her tongue tracing up and under the flare to caress his aching ridge of turgid flesh. She felt him begin to twitch and jump under her attention, so she placed her other hoof on his shaft keeping him steady as she leaned in, booping the end of his cock against her cute little nose, before opening her mouth and suckling the drooling cock-slit.

"Hunnngggh....!" Jet Stream squeaked, as he felt his daughter's soft lips form a seal around his sensitive slit. "...hmmmrghh... ah-hem... sorry, had something stuck in my throat there." Jet made a conciliatory excuse to his ex.

Delta looked at him with a deadpan glance. "Make sure to chew properly." Delta felt like face-hoofing herself. 'Make sure to chew properly?' Celestia she felt like such an awkward idiot.

Apogee had begun to ever so slightly suckle, like a hungry foal at her mother's teat, sucking the sweet cum that she desired so badly out of her father's urethral tube. The remainder from Jet Stream's massive orgasm began to be drawn out like a thick milkshake being pulled through a straw. The delicious creamy fluid dribbled out in small squirts into the teenage-filly’s little mouth, falling onto her lashing pink tongue which raced against the underside of his glans.

Jet felt his balls beginning to throb and ache again, the fluid within boiling and building for another massive release.

He almost couldn't believe it. How could he be ready to cum again? This soon after the recent massive explosion he was surprised he had any fluid left in him at all!

The inevitable climax continued to approach, his horny little filly continued stroking her father's larger, longer, more aggressive shaft with both of her hooves while suckling his semen from his drooling cock-slit. Jet Stream felt his hips beginning to buck again... he felt himself trotting close to the cliff-edge of orgasm... Just a little... more... he felt his flare begin to stiffen up again and the powerful muscles in his abdomen start to clench...

"Apogee... kid? You doin' OK?" Delta asked, realizing that she hadn't seen her daughter for almost a minute, not since she had ducked under the counter-top in search of her napkin.

Apogee broke her mouth's seal with Jet's penis with a slurp, sucking up a thick strand of cum-juice right out of his swollen slit like it was some obscene noodle of liquid spaghetti, before unhappily popping her head up above the edge of the counter, back into view of her mom.

"Got it!" Apogee held the napkin up above her head in triumph. "Stupid thing was stuck - didn't want to give up and just give me what I wanted." Apogee used the napkin to again daintily wipe her muzzle, this time actually wiping off some unspeakable juices before they could be noticed by her mother.

"Uh... OK?" Delta said, unsure of just what her daughter was going on about this time. "Aren't you going to eat any more of your food?" Delta motioned toward the pizza still sitting in Apogee's plate.

"Nah... I think I'm good for pizza."

"Feeling full?" Jet Stream asked.

Apogee turned her head to look at her father with a coy grin. Her eyes danced with mischief. "Nah, I definitely don't feel full. Just don't feel like eating right now."

Jet Stream grinned back at her, wiggling his eyebrows slightly, before looking over to Delta. "Sooo... what's your plan for the rest of the day? Need me to call you a taxi-carriage?"

Delta cleaned her hooves with her own napkin, before putting it down on her empty plate. "Hmm, nah that's OK... but... I was hoping to get a little tour of the place before I go."

Jet Stream's grinning face fell. "What? Why?? You're usually the last pony who wants to put up with niceties like house tours and you definitely never usually want to spend any more time near me than you have to."

Apogee kicked her father in the shin under the counter-top, shooting him a glare. "Dad!"

Delta got a smirk of mischief of her own, one that made Jet Stream realize just how eerily she resembled her daughter.

"That's true," the cyan-furred pegasus began, "but I am actually a bit interested in how your rich, fat ass gets to live it up - it is the life I was supposed to have, after all."

As Jet made ready to reply with some snide remark about Delta's being the one with too much junk in the trunk, she cut him off, her grin was now a beaming smile. "Besides - usually you're trying to get me to stick around: so I take off. Now that you're trying to get rid of me, I figure I'll stick around for a bit... just to piss you off."

Jet Stream's face was turning red with anger. He wanted Delta gone ASAP. The longer she was here the more likely that everything would get revealed, they were already taking insane risks... even more importantly though, the longer she was here the longer it would be before he could pull Apogee down and pound her teenage pussy into happy oblivion. He snorted out at the thought of her tight filly-hood wrapped around him... all delayed by this bratty mare.

Jet Stream puffed up his chest, slamming one of his hooves down. "Now see here, why don't you ju-"

"Of course, mom!" Apogee had sprung off her stool and was dancing on her hoof-tips in excitement. "Let me give you the tour, we'll start in the living room!" She began to trot around the the island.

Great, Jet Stream thought, slinking down on his stool and letting his chin rest on his hooves, glowering as Delta shot him a shit-eating victory grin. Just great... what was that filly thinking??

As Apogee walked behind him, once she was out of her mother’s sight she groped his flank with her right hoof, followed by a playful tail flick against his own tail, their strands intertwining briefly as her tail bun brushed against his flank seductively.

By Celestia. Jet Stream gulped. She wasn't thinking. Not with her head at least.

Apogee bounced ahead happily, turning to beckon her mom to come with her as the filly chatted happily to no-one in particular.

"So Dad moved to this new place two years ago. Before then we lived in the building just over there." She pointed with her hoof through the floor to ceiling plate glass windows, "It wasn't nearly as nice as this place... but it did have a pool."

Delta grimaced and nodded, as the pair trotted into the living room. "A pool, huh? I've got one of those."

Apogee chuckled back, "Aw c'mon mom, that blast crater behind the junkyard doesn't count." Apogee directed her mom into the wide and spacious living area, which had ceilings that stretched all the way up to the top of the second story, leaving a wide open-air area perfect for pegasi.

Watching from the kitchen, Jet Stream chewed his lip and waited for an opportune moment to spring from his stool... now! He sprinted out of the kitchen, and propped himself against the back of the faux-leather couch... leaning in such a way that his throbbing erection was pressed against the fabric of the couch-back, invisible to the two mares in front of him.

Delta looked over at him with an arched eyebrow, as she curiously considered his strange posture. "I see you've got one of those fancy big-screen TVs." She glowered as the old flames of betrayal began to smolder up from inside her, "I've only got some shitty, piece of crap 15 incher."

Jet Stream looked past his ex's angry face, nervously watching his daughter adopt a wicked grin as she bent over seductively on the coffee table, her tail flicking back and forth. "Oh, Dad's got a 15-incher too I bet," she wiggled her eyebrows for her father's benefit, "I bet he probably brings it out in the bedroom at night." Apogee covered her muzzle as she chuckled at her father's panicky discomfort.

Delta continued staring down Jet Stream, who was now sweating nervously. "I doubt that... wouldn't be surprised if he has another big fancy TV up there... Seriously, this buckin' monster probably costs more than I make in a year... and you're enjoying all of this offa my hard-work... which you continue to take credit for."

Jet Stream rolled his eyes, he really didn't want to get into this argument right now. "...if it makes you feel any better, about the only thing that plays on this TV is Apogee's potato ponies... I never have time to watch anything."

He watched his filly in question pick up the remote control for the TV gingerly, bringing it up to her muzzle. What was she doing?

Delta continued looking at him incredulously. "Seriously? You never watch the hoofball games? The Las Pegasus Platinum Knights are going to the playoffs this year."

Jet Stream stammered. "Uhh..."

His attention had been drawn to Apogee, currently seductively licking the remote control, all while keeping her eyes on him... Doling out long, aggressive licks that started at the base of the remote and traced lavisciously up to the tip. Then she paused there for a moment, giving little flicking licks to the top of the remote with the end of her tongue... All just behind her oblivious mother.

"'Uhh...' what??" Delta grumbled, "Seriously, I bet the picture quality is great. I, on the other hand, can barely tell the difference between the ball and the ground on my POS TV."

Jet Stream swallowed heavily, watching Apogee start fellating the remote, pumping it in and out of her muzzle with sloppy strands of drool trailing out of her mouth.

"Uh... y-you're always welcome to stop by to watch the game, y'know... I'm sure Apogee would love it... if you... dropped by."

Jet stream barely managed to squeak that last word out, as Apogee removed the remote from her mouth... then brought it down to her rear end. She paused, shot her Dad a grin, looked Jet directly in the eyes and silently mouthed out: 'Love you Dad'... before plunging her hoof forward. The filly's eyes shut in bliss and her head leaned back as she bit her lip in passionate ecstasy.

Jet Stream couldn't see for sure where she'd just inserted his TV's remote control... but he had a pretty good guess... His wings involuntarily shot out to either side of him and resisted his efforts to awkwardly fold them back in.

Delta paused, seeing his wings shoot out, mistaking Jet's reaction for fear.

Delta's face softened slightly, changing from angry and belligerent to a mere scowl. "S-sorry... didn't mean to scare you... it's just that it's all such a load of bullshit." She sighed, rubbing her face with her hoof, trying to calm herself. "...but I don't think I'd come over for any hoofball matches... you've got no booze in the fridge. What's the point of hoofball without a cold one?"

Delta suddenly wheeled on Apogee who quickly straightened up and brought all her hooves to their normal, standing position. Her face scrunched and red with shock as she did her utmost not to reveal that she had stuffed herself with a plastic remote.

"Sorry, kid... maybe I'd come if your dad sprung for the cider."

Apogee just nodded nervously, trying to avoid her mother's gaze, as if she were keeping something in.

Delta tilted her head in curiosity, "Hello? Earth to kid? Something you want to let out?"

Jet Stream quickly spoke up, "Upstairs!"

Delta turned back around at Jet's outburst, giving Apogee the moment she needed to reach back and extract the remote control... Jet Stream didn't miss the squirt of filly-juice as she pulled the object from wherever it had just been and put it back, sticky and juicy, onto the coffee table.

"Let's take this tour upstairs!" Jet smiled nervously, still pressing his unrelenting erection against the back of the sofa.

Apogee hopped forward, took her mom by the shoulders and began to lead her up the modern-style stairs, with Jet Stream following closely behind. He could barely hear Apogee chattering on about some of the pictures that they'd hung on the wall next to the stairs - from various events in the young filly's life...

He was too busy looking at the two beautiful mare butts in front of him.

On the left was his daughter's cute little rump, her tight ponut nestled under the tail-bun, all perched over a heavily swollen and dripping set of filly lips. Her clitoris was fully exposed in a constant state of extension, even though she wasn't currently winking, and a constant stream of her filly-juice ran over it and down her plump vulva, forming sticky trails that ran down her inner thighs.

To her right was a more mature and rounder pair of flanks for Jet to ogle. Delta's rich blue-green tail hung in the way, blocking what would otherwise be a clear view, but as it swished back and forth he was afforded many opportunities to drink in his ex's plot... She still had that ever so plump ponut that he had loved to play with in college, a lovely round ring of muscle that she had always hated when he'd insisted on having some butt-fun... before she would eventually roll around and finally end up being the one begging for more anal stimulation... Just under that were Delta's lovely mare-lips. They weren't swollen or dripping like her daughter's currently were, but damn if they weren't just as inviting... and just under that, on Delta Vee's belly, he could see the swell of a pair of well-sized teats, looking none-the-worse for wear despite Delta's middle age...

Celestia he'd love to motor boat those teats... wait... what!? What was he thinking?

He sighed, rubbing his temples... the question was more probably: what was he thinking with?? It definitely wasn't his upper head.

Still, he just had to lean forward a bit, to get a little more of that incredible estrus aroma into his nostrils. He took another step up the stairs toward the two mares, who had just paused on their ascent to look at yet another framed photograph. So close to the origin now... He was mere inches away from Apogee's soft, drooling lips... Could he really stop here? He opened his mouth and leaned closer.

Apogee abruptly took another couple of steps up the stairs, to point out something specific in the photo to her grumpy mother. Jet Stream fumed in annoyance for a moment, before his brain reset, selecting a new target... it was no big deal... there was another perfectly good target, right... in front... of him...

"Huh!?" Delta jumped, her tail tucking between her legs as she whirled around, "W-what the hay!?"

Jet Stream's eyes were wide in shock and concern... what had he just done!?

"S-sorry!" He squeaked immediately, "I wasn't watching where I was trotting and just... uh..."

Delta rubbed her butt with her hoof, glaring at Jet Stream with a furious blush across her features. But Jet had no trouble seeing the genuine fury lit up in her eyes as she poked him in the chest angrily with her hoof. "I know plot-kissing comes natural to a sycophant like you, but watch where you're walking you asshole." With that she whirled around, keeping her tail tucked between her flanks now, and continued walking up the stairs to catch back up with her daughter.

Apogee shot him a sympathetic glance over her shoulder as she walked ahead of her mom, the naughty grin still stuck on her face.

Jet Stream sighed, before licking his lips.

...Still tasted like sweet grapes even after all these years.

Delta had quickly turned down the offer to see the master bedroom, saying she'd just seen it earlier that morning.

In actuality, she had no interest in seeing where her ex culminated his conquests. There was a deep part of her that hated that he was still socially active, still able to bed beautiful mares with abandon, while she was stuck with the dregs of the local bar scene.

So instead they'd take a left down the hallway to Apogee's room.

Thankfully, for Jet... the trip into Apogee's room had been completely taken up with the bouncy little mare showing off every poster, trophy and memento to her beloved mom, affording her no opportunity to perform yet another risky cock-tease of some type... until they were leaving the room that is.

Apogee had held open the door to let her parents out first, playing the part of the well-mannered filly. First Delta had trotted out to the 2nd floor landing, with no incident. Then, as Jet had walked past his daughter, she'd reached out with her nearest wing, and ducked under his barrel quickly, clandestinely stroking one of her primaries from the tip of his shaft down to its base, making him shiver along his entire barrel.

She'd smirked happily to herself with an outstretched tongue as a small squirt of pre-cum had drooled to the floor, leaving a sticky trail from her bedroom door to the final stop on their grand inspection...

The last room on the little tour: Jet's library and ensuite study.

The trio trotted into the new room, the style markedly different from the modern aesthetics of the rest of Jet's condo: rich oaks and thick carpets signaled that this was a room for serious study.

Delta whistled to herself as she walked past the library bookshelves, inspecting the various tomes that were ensconced there, before a certain set caught her eye.

"...A-are those first edition VonPons?" Delta rushed over to the beautiful, ornate books, almost drooling as she looked over the intricately bound set of engineering texts. "...Nice... gotta say... wish that I had those... all I've got are crappy-printouts of the important bits of his work."

Jet winced at the venom he heard in her voice and chose his words carefully; he knew that Warner VonPon was Delta's hero and he didn't want to set the surly pegasus off into yet another tirade if he could help it. "Y-yes... I've tried to take good care of them, he was an incredible scientist."

Delta harrumphed, a little disappointed that Jet hadn't risen to take her bait. Ignoring his meek statement, she pushed forward through the set of french-doors separating the small library from Jet's personal study and office. "And what's in here, I wonder?"

Jet hopped toward Delta, getting ready to cut her off, to intercept her and tell the nosey mare that his office was off-limits... when he got a facefull of blue-tailed, teenage flank for his trouble...

Apogee had used her mother's distraction as an opportunity to take flight into a low-hover... before skillfully backing-up into Jet's face to deliver a playful buttcheck.

Delta entered the smallish study, leaving the french doors open behind her as she heard a grumbling and giggling clatter as Apogee pulled some kind of mischief on her Dad... Always up to something, that filly.

Delta ceased her musing as she took stock of her surroundings.

Her eyes opened in slight surprise as she noticed that the walls and floors were covered in papers. Design documents, corporate memoranda, various financial and engineering reports... This was the office of an exceedingly busy and brilliant stallion.

'Huh' Delta grumped to herself, 'seems like he actually does some work, after all.'

She pulled Jet's heavy office chair away from the richly styled oak desk, hopping up on it without even thinking to ask permission and pulling herself up to her ex's work table. Again, not hesitating for even a moment to consider that she might be viewing some very private materials, Delta snooped with glee... Immediately catching her eye, resting on the center of his blotter, seeming as if it hadn't been moved in a long time... was a very familiar set of design blueprints for their spaceplane, and next to it, comprised of fading, yellowed paper: a thick-bound document with a very familiar title...

Jet let out a muffled, "No!" Right into his daughter's musky plot just as Delta walked into his office.

The little yelp was completely blocked off by his daughter's sweet flanks, who quickly flittered away from his flustered, flabbergasted face, as she tittered with little chirping giggles, having just pranked her dad.

He looked up with annoyance at the floating little teenage-filly who had been in his head all morning, and who had now just prevented him from stopping his ex from potentially getting access to his private journal. He scowled at her, getting ready to scold her.

But Apogee was just looking at him with her stuck-out tongue, her hips waving back and forth in his face sultrily as she gave him yet another naughty smile.

Jet had had enough.

This little filly had been teasing him all morning... all day... all weekend! Because of her, his cock was aching and drooling, leaving spatters of pre-cum all along the wooden floor throughout his house and dribbling a set of damp splotches on his library carpet... all because he was stuck staring at that sexy, little rear... and had then had gotten caught up in her damn rhythm, had been unable to break away from her playful and risky behaviours - that filly... she'd been in total control all along... but not anymore.

Jet reached up and grabbed his daughter by her athletic flanks, pulling her down by her butt, slamming her forcefully against the chest high library table in the center of the room, making the books on the table jump.

"Ooph... D-dad?" Apogee whispered, the wind partially knocked from her lungs... but Jet wasn't going to wait. He pushed her onto the table, grabbing her thighs forcefully and spreading them... then dove his drooling muzzle deep into her hot, steamy, teenage filly-snatch.

Apogee's wings spread painfully wide with arousal and shock as she gripped the table's edges with her forehooves, trying to steady herself. Wasting no time, her father's tongue drew itself lazily along her swollen, juicy, lips... then jumped up, running roughly over her little, engorged clit... before tracing the inner folds of her slit until the muscular, lashing tongue reached the top of her snatch - running up over the junction and going on to trace around her quivering tail-hole and over her sweaty dock.

Apogee's little love-bud winked happily as her Dad brought himself back down for another pass, this time spending more attention on her little nub of flesh, his tongue wrapping around it, caressing it, wrapping it with his fleshy muscular pink blanket, before leaning in with little kisses to suckle and blow on his daughter's sensitive love-button.

She began to squirm, her hooves sliding on the polished wooden table top as her body shook with the pleasure of her father's lavish oral attention. She squeaked lightly with each lick and suckle, her body twisting and grinding against itself internally, her hot swollen glands releasing copious amounts of fluid that spilled over her father's muzzle, begging him to continue... and all while her mother was just in the other room!

Apogee shuddered in fear and pleasure as she remembered the risk she was taking.

Thinking quickly, she reached lazily for one of the books on the table, bringing it to her mouth and biting down, hard...

Just in time too. As she clenched her teeth in lustful agony, a wave of feeling rushed through her from down below, a building warmth stemming out of the hot furnace of her nethers which exploded upward, cascading through her body… eventually becoming a stifled groan in her throat, making her bite down even harder on her book, drool pouring from her mouth.

The drool pouring from her mouth had nothing on the spurting volume of juice shooting from her filly-hood though. Jet had to pull back as squirt after squirt was sprayed at him, each blast coinciding with a muscular, winking convulsion as Apogee's rear humped vainly against the library table top. The filly was pouring magically enhanced estrus juices everywhere, soaking her father's face and splashing down to the library carpet below.

Jet stepped back, admiring his teenage daughter’s cute rear as she struggled to catch her breath. Apogee's mouth was still clenched down on the library book in her teeth, leaving a solid bite-mark there. The filly continued to squirm and wiggle from the aftershocks of her latest climax, her eyes rolling lazily, awash in a sea of pleasant dopamine swamping her neurological system.

"So I see you kept our thesis documents kicking around... must be fun to gloat to yourself about how bad you screwed me over!" Delta's voice carried over from the other room… she seemed to be pre-occupied entirely, reviewing the documents he'd left in the open in his office. Still, how long could all those design diagrams and technical texts keep her attention?

This shocking reminder of proximate danger should have been more than enough to kick Jet out of this lust-filled fugue he seemed to be trapped in... but... with all the environmental variables… all the atmospheric turbulence of the ZESPER… the estrus, the teasing... nothing would stop him now.

"N-n... NO!" He groaned, his mind replying on total autopilot as he positioned his rigid stallionhood up against his teenage filly's flanks.

His thick sausage was wedged between her tight ass-cheeks, the thicker than normal flesh squeezed by his daughter's tensing and twitching muscles as Jet slid himself up and down… his shaft trapped in her soaking, steaming plot. He could feel the underside of his cock being soaked in the sticky filly-juice as he slid up between her buns, his sensitive and engorged flare running along her sticky honey-pot and then over her tail-hole, before finally sliding up against her dock and into her tail hairs, as his thick hilt bumped against the bottom of her flank-cheeks… his significant length placing his medial ridge resting against her red-hot ponut.

"MMpph.... D-Daaa-hnngrk" Apogee started to moan out as her larger father hot-dogged his pipe against her plot, the force pressing her against the table, before he reached forward and covered her mouth with his hoof, muffling her groans.

"Ah-ah-ah... can't have your mom getting suspicious..." Jet whispered into Apogee's ear as he continued sliding his long, girthy stallionhood through her slick valley, a copious dollop of liquid, transparent pre-cum spurting from his flare through his daughter's tail hairs and onto her lower back with each of his thrusts forward.

He nipped at her cute, twitching ear. "At least, not before I've pounded your little filly-hood silly."

Still covering his daughter's muzzle with his hoof, Jet Stream re-positioned his rear hooves He needed to take a sizable step back and adjust his hips to bring his ZESPER-enhanced cock on target.

"Hmnnggh hahee..." He heard through his hoof, his daughter's tongue tickling his frog as she moaned out… the feeling of her father's fat flare dragging across her tail-hole and aligning itself with her winking, open sex igniting her passions further.

Jet Stream began to push forward... his daughter's teenage filly-hood was doing its best to accommodate his massive knob of a cock head… but ultimately… utterly failing: the soaked slick lips could only part painfully slowly. With his larger size, they were unable to simply permit him to glide into her depths easily.

The pressure Jet was increasingly applying finally pushed Apogee's cute teenage rear against the table-top, pinning her pussy between his hoof sized cockhead and the unyielding wood of the table... pressing harder and harder.

"Hunnggh... dahee plees… mmng..." Apogee mumbled through her father's restraining hoof, as her filly-hood strained to part itself wider and let Jet enter her twisting, volcanic interior.

Jet began short, violent thrusts with his hips, forcing his cock bit by bit into his daughter, stuffing her teenage pussy. His impatience was finally getting the better of him as he felt his daughter’s breath, coming hot and heavy against his groan-muffling hoof, as she grunted with resistance against the exertion of his pushes.

"Damn... since when were you so... tight!?" Jet growled, taking his free hoof and grasping his daughter's dock... yanking it up and using it like a pommel to leverage himself into her unyielding teenage-fillyhood with as much force as he could muster...

Then it happened.

Agonizingly slowly… his daughter's tight, strained, swollen lips parted around the top of his engorged mushroom... barely making it around his knobby, rigid, flare's ridge. Jet felt his daughter stiffen up just at the moment her filly-hood finally yielded… her back tensing and bowing as a nervous spasm wracked her, her wings flicking out and trembling... her dad was huge.

Jet felt his daughter’s clenching filly-hood tensing and relaxing around his fat, invading, organ… the spasms sending incredible pleasure sensations through his shaft and deep into his gut... making sparks dance through his eyes in near-orgasmic pops of sensation... but he could also feel his little filly pulling away from his girth slightly... he wasn't hurting her, but it was definitely uncomfortable for her to accommodate him.

"You're an ass, you know that?" Delta's voice came from the other room. Jet’s heart thumped for a moment, before he realized she was commenting about something she was reading… not on how callously he was stretching, breaking their daughter...

Still, it seemed appropriate at this moment… Jet gave one more shove, causing a naughty squelching sound to escape his daughter's fillyhood as he finally slid a quarter of the way into her, making her squeak out in shock.

With part of his massive cock finally wrapped in clenching, a writhing, hot filly-flesh. Jet slowed his incessant thrusting, letting his daughter adjust to the new size filling her… Allowing her tight filly-snatch muscles to relax around him, to mold themselves to his larger shape.

"S-sorry!" Jet groaned, partially to Delta and partially to Apogee - still whimpering slightly beneath him...

But it wasn't long before the instinct-enhancing effects of ZESPER roared back into the equation: the magical stimulants flooding Apogee's senses and turning her slight discomfort taking her father's massive shaft into near-orgasmic highs of pleasure.

Jet felt his little filly begin to melt around his cock… tension releasing from the clenched rows of muscles in her back... juices starting to flood again from her teenage pussy… the copious filly-flood trickling down the underside of his throbbing shaft… her liquid estrus-drippings trickling off of his testicles to the carpeted floor below.

Apogee groaned, her head still spinning... The latest kick of ZESPER stimulant was making her tongue loll out of her mouth as she overloaded on the magical and neurochemical stimulants pulling through her. The incredible fullness she felt in her lower body... the shifting of her muscles and organs to permit the huge stallionhood to enter her… it was all sending incredible feelings of pleasure racing through her body.

She wanted... no... she needed more.

The filly began to wriggle her butt left and right in little needy motions… pushing back against her father's unmoving granite mountain of a cock. Her muscles were on fire… her body leaking filly-juice... her head awash with hormonal and medicinal dopamine... BUT she was grinning goofily… her tail wagging with seductive happiness as she pushed back with her forehooves against her father… grinding her ass backward... trying to get more stallion inside her.

"Mmnnghh... c-c'mon Dad... P-please?" She whispered breathily… still worried about alerting her mother in the other room.

Jet Stream needed no further prompting.

He was never good at denying his little filly what she wanted, and now would certainly be no exception.

He placed his hooves on either side of his filly's athletic flanks, gripping her firmly about her hips to get a good hold on her... her hooves were completely suspended off the tall library table, and he didn't want to send her sliding across it into the stack of books piled on the other end.

With his hooves firmly anchored into the tight hip-flesh of his daughter, Jet Stream did what came naturally to all stallion studs inside hot estrus-laden fillies since time immemorial.

He thrusted.

Apogee buried her muzzle against the table as her father drove more of his length into her. Her squeaks softly dissipated into the warm oak of the tabletop as more and more stallionhood entered her… spreading the depths of her tight and twisting interior as it forced her immature teenage vaginal canal to stretch and part.

The feel was no longer unpleasant or uncomfortable though... it was amazing.

Jet bit down on his lip to stifle his groans as he slipped another thick inch of stallion-flesh into his daughter... His huge, fat, medial ring was finally pressing up against Apogee's grasping, quivering lips, preventing him from slipping more of his impossible girth into her vise-like, velvet tunnel.

The effects of the ZESPER on the middle-aged stud was incredible though... he could feel her grasping, massaging, milking muscles squeezing and caressing every part of his deeply embedded stallionhood...

This little girl under him… who'd called him Dad for so many years... that he'd taken to swim-meets... shown how to fly for the first time... taken to her first day of school… was now grinding herself against his cock... as he bucked her harder than he bucked Las Pegasus call-girls...

Jet Stream couldn't help himself. He snorted a huge puff of air from his stallion-ly nostrils and began to work his length back and forth inside his daughter... withdrawing with agonizing slowness as Apogee's snatch did its utmost to clench onto him and refuse him exit… Then Jet would reverse course, pushing forward again to elicit a sloppy, squelching drizzle of filly-juice... shivering with pleasure as he returned the inch he'd just withdrawn back into his little girl’s drooling honeypot.

These squelching sounds were growing louder and louder, making Jet look nervously at the french doors to his study... where Delta was currently sitting, obliviously.

He couldn't see her from his filly-mounted position but he knew that if Delta decided to walk back into the library there wouldn't be enough time for him to withdraw his steaming stallionhood from his filly and conceal their debauched sexual activity.

She would find out. He would be ruined.

And he didn't care one bit.

If anything, the ZESPER was making the unnecessary risk drive him even more wild... spurring him on to ignore the terrifying reality he found himself in, only moments from total ruin... making him use the fear as motivation to pound his teenage filly’s plot harder...

In and out, in and out.

The regular, slow pace of Jet Stream's heavy thrusts caused his balls to swing slowly back and forth as he loosened Apogee's powerful pussy-grip, slowly but surely. The copious, slick fluids of their union lubricated more and more length as he pistoned in and out of the little filly... her hooves grasping meekly at the table, trying to hold on as her father rutted her into oblivion.

Each time Jet would withdraw, he would drag Apogee back with him from the suction of her snatch... forcing her to brace herself by holding onto the table... Then he would slowly push back into her… her mewling sigh only ending once he reached the limit of his return stroke: his medial ring.

It continued this way for a few strokes until Jet felt something building, yearning in his balls: a familiar ache that began to assert itself insistently… urging him to abandon his considered pace... to buck wildly… to explode with lust into his girl.

“A-apogee…” he moaned into his daughter’s ear as the cascade of instinctive demand continued to crash down in his mind, collapsing his resolve to resist.

“Mnngh… Dahee…” Apogee moaned into the oak, her face twisting from left to right as she thrashed in pleasure… trying to keep her moans directed into the wood to stifle them. The pressure inside her snatch from the fattening and hardening flare was incredible. She could feel the bulge of her father’s massive cockhead pressing through her lower belly to the table below as it engorged further with blood.

But for Jet, it was now too late. The crescendo had already reached the point of no return as Jet delivered the instinctive, final thrusts demanded by evolution… burying himself as deep as he could in filly-puss before his loins released their hot load… the boiling heat racing up through his sexual plumbing and up his twitching shaft almost painfully... the pressure gushing and bulging his shaft outward from the powerful ejaculatory pulse.

“Anghh… Apo-... Ap... Ahhh...” Jet bit into Apogee’s neck, his moan becoming a grunt as his seed erupted out of his flare, a hot, messy burst of thick splatter rushing out of him in thick ropes of sticky semen, painting the inside of his little filly with line after line of white, passionate batter.

Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.

Apogee buried her face painfully against the table, biting her tongue to prevent from crying out as her body reacted with indescribable orgasmic bliss at the long-awaited presence of her father’s stallion-fluid. The prolactins and testosterone in his semen were absorbed like a sponge by her clenching, needy filly-walls… setting off fireworks in her nethers that spread like a warm wildfire, racing up the sides of her barrel and all the way up to the tips of her ears.

Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.

Jet released rope after rope, his cock bucking up and down with each powerful spray, hopping wildly in his daughter’s snatch as it unloaded. Little cupping thrusts from Jet’s strong hips continued their instinctive work... driving his shaft in and out ever so slightly, his motions meeting the gentle milking clenches of the little-filly’s needy cunt.

Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Splorch.

Apogee felt her uterus convulsing, quivering… dipping its opening down with each milking grasp of her inner-muscles to bathe her cervix in her father’s batter… slapping the portal to her wings against his still spurting cock-slit with little kisses as her climax continued to wrack her body. She began to feel the thick semen squelch noisily from where her filly-lips joined her father’s shaft, splattering to the table below… she had been filled.

Spurt. Splorch. Spurt. Splorch. Spurt. Splorch.

Jet Stream moaned into his daughter’s neck. He could feel the heavy dollops of steaming cum shooting out from between his daughter’s lower lips and his throbbing stallion-hood… and he knew that he had much more left to fire… just like earlier at the kitchen counter-top, he seemed to be unstoppable... releasing more seed than he ever had in his entire life… before this morning that is.

Jet thought of his groaning, happy daughter underneath him, her wriggling, milking convulsions demanding even more of him, even though he had given everything. He thought about her smiling face, the boundless enthusiasm and energy with which she attacked everything... the way that she turned to him as a filly for help when she felt lost... how she would snuggle up to him when he’d fall asleep, exhausted after a long day of work on their couch… how as a younger filly she’d run up to him, teary-eyed when she’d hurt herself, asking for a bandage or a kiss to make her boo-boo feel better…

...and here he was now, mounting her... rutting her… defiling her most secret inner sanctum. He had fully claimed her.

But he wanted more… his tongue stuck out as his stallion instincts took over.

He wanted to mark her. To let everypony know that this was his filly.

Spurt. Splorch. Spurt. Splorch. Spurt. Splorch.

He pulled back, still shooting thick lines of semen… his massive and engorged flare acting like a thick plug as he withdrew, spreading Apogee wide and dredging unspeakable amounts of their combined juices out.

A nasty squelch accompanied the exit of Jet’s cockhead, making Apogee wriggle with discomfort as the pair finally disconnected with a pop... leaving her gaping, steamy pussy quivering and clenching, begging for his return.

Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.

Jet wasn’t driving back in though… he was marking this filly for his use.

He slapped his thick meat up onto her flanks, his fat flare perched over his prone filly… the heavy ropes of still-spurting semen slinging out over her back, splattering along her spine and outstretched wings. The thick clear paint slinging out with maintained heavy bursts of juice, just like earlier in the morning… only now he wasn't slathering his kitchen counter… it was his daughter.

Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.

She was his.

Jet aimed his larger, longer stallionhood slightly up, sending arcs of his spurting seed all the way into the back of Apogee's sweaty mane… strands of sticky white splattering against her neck, her ears… as if he were sloppily painting her with a clear white gel.

Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.

Jet pulled back, using a hoof to direct his bucking cock at Apogee’s flanks, firing more ropes over her quivering butt-cheeks and against her sloppy, drooling plot.

Spurt. Spurt… Spurt….

A few final burst trickled from his cockslit, leaving messy trails that connected his flare to Apogee’s tail, as little bubbles of cum slid from his flare and drooled down his shaft.

He’d done it.

He’d claimed her.

…

He stood there for a moment, panting, looking at the absolute disaster of fluid that he had wrought on his daughter… her heaving, panting barrel resting on the messy tabletop.

He exhaled a powerful snort through his nostrils… he felt like nickering, but the last vestige of sanity that he held onto prevented him from doing so and revealing his deeds to Delta, still reading in the other room.

Still, he couldn’t help but puff up his chest, his erect penis still rigidly bouncing under his barrel, proud that he had bred this little mare so completely…

And then Apogee lifted her head and looked back at him. Her eyes were aswim, her cute little muzzle hanging slightly open as her tongue darted in and out with panting breaths. She seemed to be unable to focus on anything for a few moments - she was still trying to understand what had just happened.

And then their eyes met.

Slowly, understanding dawned on her face as she read her father’s wild stallion-like attitude in his features… and then she grinned. Her eyebrows danced, challengingly… she was a wild, untamed, filly. He hadn’t broken her yet.

He’d change that.

With a mighty flap of his wings, Jet lifted himself onto the library table, positioning himself directly over his daughter, his hips aligned with her sopping rump. With a little bit of excited fear, Apogee clambered forward, as if trying to escape from her father… but he wasn’t going to let her…

Aligning his thick, hanging cock… he placed the drooling, shiny head against her flanks and pushed down. Apogee's loosened, sloppy lips permitted him entrance immediately... the fillyhood slid effortlessly over his cum-covered flare… her slick lips slipping over his flesh like a pink glove.

Jet Stream continued to jackhammer down into Apogee’s butt, pinned against the unyielding tabletop, even as she continued to scoot forward, as if trying to escape… He’d stop that little game right now.

He reached down and gripped her shoulders with his forehooves as she thrashed playfully under him… then he let his weight fall fully onto his shaft.

He immediately sank a few thick inches into her with a squelching thrust… driving himself all the way to his medial ring again... bulging Apogee's little belly once more.

Apogee squeaked out, kicking in all directions with her legs... her forehooves were now in reach of the books on the other end of the table and knocked down a pile of them, making them clatter noisily to the floor.

Both froze immediately, looking silently at the french doors to the study… would this be the end?

"...everything OK in there, kid?"

Jet Stream chuckled to himself, now it was his turn to live dangerously. His turn to tease Apogee... He began to add more and more weight to his shaft, pressing with all of his bulk against his daughter’s yielding lips, which strained and strained, trying to part to let his massive cock-base in.

"Everything's f-fine... m-m-MOM!" Apogee squeaked.

Apogee squeaked out just as her lips finally slipped around her father’s ring, the fat black cock sliding deep into her, pressing his huge cockhead against her uterus even as her lips stretched… the swollen folds straining as they approached the fat, monstrous base of his girthy shaft.

She had never felt so full before.

Yesterday had already been incredible… this… this was something else. Her whole body seemed to be adapting, changing itself to permit the massive stallionhood into her. It wasn’t just her clenching walls, her tensing muscles, her shifting internal organs… it was her very spirit.

She felt like her father’s cock belonged in her… this size... dominating her, filling her… completing her.

And then Jet began to move.

Slowly at first, withdrawing by merely standing up with his legs... taking the weight off of his filly the impossibly thick, black veiny shaft inched out of her... then he would reverse, adding his weight back... bending his knees and sinking with nasty-sounding splorches into her spasming fillyhood.

Faster now… finding a rhythm of straining and relaxing, of rising and sinking… each cycle lifting his daughter slightly from the tabletop before driving her back against it… each time sinking a little bit deeper… plumbing her depths and claiming every part of her.

Then, with some violence… a jack-hammering pounding began, books hopping up and down on the table with each thumping drive. A small part of Jet’s mind screamed at him to stop, to slow down… there was no way that they wouldn’t be heard by Delta like this… but the tiny internal voice was quickly dwarfed by the overwhelming flood of lust-filled neurochemicals surging through him…

It seemed to be going the same for Apogee, as books clattered about her, falling to the carpeted floor from their perch on the tabletop. She began moaning again, her breathy pants no longer restrained by biting on a book or being muffling by the wood of the tabletop.

“B-buck… buck…. BUCK me!” She groaned, her words punctuated with each jackhammering thrust… and Jet Stream was happy to oblige.

He let out a roar that filled the library, his wings spreading wide as he asserted himself, his muscles straining and sweating with the effort as he pounded his filly’s snatch with all the effort he could muster.

“D-daaad…! T-too… too b-big!” Apogee shouted out, finally feeling her father hilt his new stallionhood in her... his hips finally slapping against hers with his never-ending power-thrusts.

The table tipped wildly, jumping along the carpeted floor as the father-daughter duo sweated and groaned, pistoning their bodies and spurting juices with reckless abandon…

Then it gave way.

Jet wrapped his arms around his daughter, tucking his shoulder and giving a mighty flap of his wing as they tumbled through the library, into the office… splinters of wooden table legs and books flying about like the shrapnel of some lust-bomb.

Apogee twisted about, trying to grab her father’s barrel... the adrenaline of the sudden fall momentarily overshadowing the uncomfortable feeling of such a large organ twisting around inside of her, moving everything in all different directions.

The filly would be lying if she said the excitement didn’t rush through her as well… the suddenness of the fall combined with the comforting safety she found in her father’s grasp made her filly-muscles clench and milk the stallionhood inside her with small, grasping convulsions.

The pair finally slid to a halt, in the middle of the office, Apogee having twisted to face her father so that they were now belly-to-belly.

Jet didn’t hesitate, didn’t even care that the balcony door was open… that Delta had just flittered away moments earlier, before he began to grind in and out of his little filly again, making her throw her head back and groan.

“D-dad… p-please!” She begged.

It was enough.

Jet felt his flare fatten once again, even though he’d completed his orgasm just moments before… but, he grinned to himself, this filly was going to be a challenge to tame. He almost chuckled, even as the blissful tightness of his abdominal muscles began to overwhelm him... his orgasm mere moments away... she was a greedy little filly, after all.

“D-daddy!!! YES!” Apogee reached up with her rear hooves, wrapping her father’s hips to keep him hilted deep within her as he erupted, pulling him against her with her legs and keeping him locked against her. Buried in her.

The fattened flare had embedded itself deep in Apogee’s love-canal, wedging itself in position against her swollen cervix, perfectly positioned to flood her uterus.

And flood it did.

Pump after pump… no longer splattering into Apogee’s vagina to trickle out and be wasted on the tabletop… now he was filling his daughter’s womb with his potent seed.

Jet’s testicles raised and twitched in time with his pumping pulses, thick load after thick load filling into his daughter. He leaned in with his nose, nuzzling her head as she wrapped her fore-arms around his neck tightly... hanging on to ensure that she wouldn’t get displaced… wouldn’t lose a drop of her father’s batter.

“Unnghh… y-yes… d-dad.” Apogee groaned, coaxingly, as her body milked his stallionhood. Her belly expanding as her father dumped his magically enhanced volume of stallion-milk into her.

A few more pumps, and Apogee felt herself passing out… fully satisfied. Her legs slipped from their death-grip of a hip-lock, thudding lightly as they fell to the office’s floor. Her fore-arms unclasped her father’s neck, as she lowered herself, letting her head rest on its side as her eyes fluttered closed… her pants still coming in time with each thick, filling pump of stallion-essence from her Dad.

Jet Stream grinned. He’d won this round.

As soon as Apogee had finally fully relaxed… melted away into blissful euphoria, he stood up, withdrawing himself from her body.

Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.

Still spurting, he let his black-veined, bouncing flesh unload rope after rope out over his filly’s cute, furry belly. Thick white cream strands landing on the fluff of her adorable heaving chest, trailing down over her pert teats, before a new strand would fly out, splattering across her muzzle and neck.

Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.

He directed his shaft with his hoof, like a lewd spray-gun, aiming for parts of her fur and feathers that seemed untouched. He would claim her… mark her… own her in her entirety. He was her stud and he’d make sure she… make sure everypony… knew it.

Spurt…. Spurt...

Once again, he felt the force of his ejaculations relent, the throbbing, swollen ache of his testicles relieving themselves as a wash of post-ejaculatory pleasure crashed through him.

Then he came to his senses.

“Wh-what the buck did I just do!?” Jet stared down at his cum-covered filly, softly breathing despite the sloppy mess he had just made of her, as he had lewdly painted her with his stallion-juice.

Jet knew he’d crossed a line. He’d just purposely cum all over his little girl… tried to defile her… to make her his little sex-filly. He hadn’t given a damn about how she felt... And he’d loved it…

He dipped his head to her panting, tired face, the concern on his features readily apparent as his stallionhood deflated rapidly… what had he just done to Gee? To his little hun? To his little girl?

He felt tears building up within him… and he shut them quickly, trying to blink away the hot trickle forming in the corners of his eyes. In the darkness behind his eyelids, he tried not to imagine the worst - the monstrous consequences of his domination.

Then he felt it.

A little wet touch on his nose.

He opened his eyes.

He saw his little girl, Apogee, though she was covered in his batter… with the most satisfied smile on her face before she leaned forward one more time and laid another loving lick across his muzzle… a silent and cute ‘thank-you’ for what they’d just completed.

It clicked then.

Jet Stream realized, he loved this little filly, that he would do anything for her… damn the consequences… just as he always had. To be able to see her happy like this… satisfied… if this is what she wanted.

This is what she would get.

“Th-thanks… A-Apogee… hun.” Jet Stream managed to choke out.

Apogee reached up with her hoof, booping her father on the nose. “Th-thanks yourself, Dad…” She blushed… “That was pretty amazing… c-could we do…”

“Do it again?” Jet Stream finished her question with a little eyebrow waggle. “Tell you what hun, I’ll make you a deal… one time only, OK?”

Apogee nodded happily, her smile getting wider as the kid in her knew that this was the inevitable phraseology that came just before she’d get everything she wanted.

“Just until your heat is done… until your estrus clears…” Jet blushed, and looked up at the ceiling… “I-I… I’m yours… a-anything you want…”

Apogee squeed, shaking with excitement, before lifting her back off the floor to wrap her father’s neck in an excited hug, “THANKS DAD!”

Jet Stream sighed, even as he felt his nethers begin to stiffen again.

He had a feeling he was in for a hell of a night.

Apogee broke her hug for a moment, an arched eyebrow of confusion on her face.

“W-wait… where did mom go?”

A few minutes earlier…

Delta had just spotted an unusual document, something she hadn't expected to see here of all places…

A fading, yellowed, thick-bound set of design documents...

'Design Thesis for a Reusable SSTO Spaceplane' by Jet Stream and Delta Vee

She held a hoof to her chin in wonder. It was the original thesis paper that she had written some 16 years ago...

To be fair, Jet's name was on it too... but Jet had only done the work around commercial aspects of reusable technology, the cost-breakevens of various materials and fuels... the easy stuff...

Well, she did have to admit he had also contributed some brilliant work in designing the aerofoils that would work as equally well at low-speeds as they would at high-atmosphere hypersonic velocities.

Still... she'd been the one to do the important work. The engine design. The fuel turbopumps. The rocket stack. The rocket nozzle design. Hay, the air-breathing RAMJET engines she'd envisioned alone had kick-started a whole new generation of jet-engine technology... which had propelled Jet Stream to the head of a multi-billion bit airliner corporation.

Delta's breath left her for a moment as she touched the faded document reverently. She hadn't seen this in... well... forever. Did Jet keep it out on his desk just to remind himself that he'd taken everything from her?

Delta felt her face begin to twist up into a growl as her anger rose. "So I see you kept our thesis documents kicking around... must be fun to gloat to yourself about how bad you screwed me over!" Delta called over her shoulder to the library behind her.

"N-n... No!" Jet mumbled from the other room.

Delta harrumphed, ignoring him and flipping open the the thesis. She was struck with an unwanted up-swell of emotion as she immediately recognized the familiar hoof-writing style of a much younger Delta, who had penned the foreword in front of her so many years ago.

'...represents years of work during our time at Coltumbia University. Jet and I would like to thank the school and all of the faculty for their incredible support. Jet and I are both filled with hope for a beautiful future where our reusable spaceplanes convey our warm love, the love of Equestria, to the stars! - Delta Vee'

Delta sniffled a little bit, feeling her eyes get a bit misty as her emotions rose within her... that poor kid had no idea what was waiting for her... she was still so full of hope and purpose.

A frown crossed her face and she shouted over her shoulder again. "You're an ass, you know that?" Before she turned the pages of the thesis to access more of the old text.

A squeak from Apogee peeped out from behind her. Probably a bit shocked at her sudden profanity, Delta mused. Then she heard Jet say. "S-sorry!"

Delta snorted, she didn't want his half-assed apologies more than 16 years later. She felt her rage building as she flipped through the familiar texts, the old diagrams and technical tables that she'd slaved to create... before she began to be annoyed by all the notes in the margins, notes she didn't remember ever writing.

She tried to decipher the spidery handwriting, which she now recognized as clearly belonging to Jet Stream... and finally was able to understand one particular note, dated 10 years earlier:

"...can't figure out what DV meant with this bypass valve system... it's obviously important but it's really heavy. I asked the engineering guys at the company and they couldn't figure it out either... they told me to get back to designing jetliners and leave this spaceplane stuff behind. But I can't... I can't let our dream die, let DV's old dream die.

I was going to ask Delta about what this meant yesterday, at Apogee's first swim meet. But she didn't show up. Probably getting wasted somewhere... Because of me.

Hope she's OK."

Hmmph. If those idiots couldn't even understand a simple air-driven coolant fuel bypass then they didn't deserve to be engineers - why should she have to hold their hooves all the time.

Delta flipped to another page and another note in the margin she could read, this one from a couple of years ago.

"...brilliant. Brilliant. Brilliant. Once again I'm beside myself with how clever DV was. I think that's what always drew me to her... it was like a gravity well, her incredible intelligence! I mean, look at this variable inlet design! And it self-adjusts based on the exhaust temperature for optimum efficiency!

...But in reality I think it was always DV's heart at the center of that gravity well. Some days I miss her, the old DV.

Apogee was almost brought to tears when Delta didn't even bother going to her school play. Gavel told me later that she'd been incarcerated for drunk and disorderly behaviour.

I wish I could help her, but I just make things worse.

I'm sorry DV. I'm sorry Delta."

Delta blinked, feeling tears forming in her eyes. Why did Jet refer to her separately as DV and Delta?

She heard a clatter of books fall from the library table behind her and then a stifled moan from Apogee.

"...everything OK in there, kid?" She asked, looking back at the open doors but unable to see anything from this angle... had the kid taken a spill or something?

"Everything's f-fine... m-m-MOM!" Apogee squeaked.

Delta shrugged and turned back to the thesis, flipping to one last page which seemed to be covered in red ink from the notes in the margin which scribbled messily along the entire page. She took her time reading through the original text, a boring piece about minimizing lateral vibrations during the transition from air-breathing engines to rocket-powered exhaust thrust, before turning her attention to the sloppily hand-written note in red ink.

It wasn't dated.

"I hate Delta.

...I had to pick up Apogee today from the junkyard and she was inconsolable. She ran to her bedroom and cried for hours.

I don't know what that mare told her, but if it's anything like the venom she spits at me... she probably told our daughter that she was the worst mistake of her life, or something equally vicious.

...

I'd held out hope after all these years that DV's good heart would come back to us. To me. But we end up with the booze-saturated, withered blackened husk of a heart that Delta has cultivated.

I've written in these margins for years, lying to myself that it's only because I need to better understand the original design of our dream - but the reality is that I have been haunted by DV, haunted by her transformation into Delta.

A transformation that was my fault.

Every time I think about the company I built, about the connections I've made, the wealth I've accumulated - I know deep down that it's all just a shield, a second-place prize... I wanted DV to be with me during all those moments. I wanted her to be there, smiling, dreaming... looking up at the stars, by my side.

I was such an ass all those years ago.

I loved DV.

I still love her. I started all these notes to try to banish her from my desires - to stop me from feeling down when I'd wake up with another call-mare next to me that wasn't DV... and it became this diary of me remembering the good times... and the bad.

It's got to stop. The hope I held out for Delta is fading fast, and if orbital mechanics have taught me anything it's that we need to jettison dead weight if we'll have any chance to make it to our target altitude. I don't mind being weighed down, since I was responsible... But... What she is doing to Apogee is inexcusable.

I don't know if I'm going to write any more notes - I think I may be done.

...

But still... I love DV, I miss her. And because I know she's in there somewhere... I guess...

...I guess I love Delta, too."

The last word, 'too', became a blurry mess of splotchy red as a drop of liquid fell onto it. Delta looked up surprised, expecting to see a leaking ceiling, only to find nothing there.

She reached a hoof to her face, touching it lightly and feeling dampness there.

She was crying.

...

This sucked.

Delta pushed away from the desk, shakily reaching for her pack of cigarettes with one hoof as the other tried to rub her crying eyes clear... but her shaking forearm was having trouble extracting the pack, so she gave up and brought her hoof down with a frustrated slam on the desktop.

What the hell was with all that DV and Delta crap... she was DV... he was the asshole who'd made her Delta.

Wait.

There was nothing wrong with being Delta, was there?

...

Delta took in a choking half-sob of a breath, tears running freely down her cheeks now.

...

Screw this, screw having come to this stupid apartment, screw trying to be a mom and a better pony.

She needed a drink.

...

Delta snatched the thesis document, and opened the sliding glass door to the balcony.

"I'm outta here, I'm late to an appointment with a bartender." Delta called out over her shoulder, as she stomped out onto the balcony. "Take care of yourself kid... Jet."

And she flew off, just like that.

Author's Note

If you liked, please upvote, favorite, follow and comment!

Wow, almost forgot to put in an A/N after all of that work!

First and foremost I have to thank my suite of editors. Rei gets top mention as he has been helping me from the very beginning and was instrumental as we charged through to completion on this chapter.

Next my proof-readers... PBerry - TankDrill and Number Eight. You'll find all of them on FimFic and they were all a huge help in getting this out to you.

Finally, of course, to Shino who made this crazy universe in the first place!

Thanks to all!

Regarding the fic itself... it was a lot of fun to continue world-building and working around some of the challenges of not knowing everything in the creator's head as I went along. Bringing Delta into the fray was difficult, but very rewarding!

I really hope I didn't leave anyone on too much of a down-note with Delta having read what amounts to Jet's journal...

Let's just say my editor Rei may have something in the next little while that explores Delta and her story a little bit more... and of course the main blog will too!

Finally, if you liked my Apojet smut, I'm happy! At the end of the day I'm primarily a raunch writer... if I can pull some heartstrings along the way, it's just a bonus!

Thanks! CFITC.

Short Final to Flare and Touchdown

Jet looked up at the open sliding glass door before shifting off of his soaked, sweating daughter. His heart had frozen in mid-beat as he came to a terrible realization of the situation he was in.

His daughter had just asked him where his ex, Delta Vee, currently was… a question he should have asked himself before he’d literally screwed their daughter so hard that they’d tumbled into the room Delta had been in moments before, but the heady mix of hormones and medication had prevented him from thinking about anything but pounding Apogee’s filly-hood.

But there was no well-aimed hoof flying to his face. No angry, screaming Delta. No police sirens wailing in the distance.

All Jet could see was an open glass sliding-door. A light breeze from the cool Las Pegasus evening blew over his balcony and into his study.

“Huh, she’s… Gone.” Jet mumbled, still resting on his belly next to Apogee.

“What? Did she… You don’t think… did she see us?” Apogee began to worry as she also rolled over onto her stomach, frantically bringing one of her hooves up to wipe the thick gobs of her father’s ‘special’ cream from her brow and mane.

“No.” Jet breathed out, still looking out at the evening sky. “I don’t think I’d still be breathing if she’d seen us, I think she just left without saying anything…” Jet let out a little sigh before considering the strangeness of Delta’s visit. “Honestly, I’m surprised she stayed as long as she did - I would have thought she’d have left within ten minutes so she could be half drunk in some dive bar by noon.”

Apogee frowned and rolled her eyes at her father’s venom. She opened her mouth to scold him, only to stop because she felt a trickle of thick spunk sliding over her lips and into her mouth, making her cough.

“Bleh…” Apogee looked down at herself, her fur covered in thick strands of juice as she continued trying to clean the heavy coat of dad-paint she’d been covered in. “Sheesh, Dad… a little bit overboard, don’t you think?” Apogee chuckled, inspecting herself.

“What?” Jet smirked playfully across at his daughter, “I didn’t hear you complaining earlier…”

Apogee grumbled as she got back up to her hooves, “There wasn’t so much yesterday - Sheesh! It’s in my hair! Do all stallions cum this much?” Apogee shook herself like a dog, flinging droplets of unspeakable fluids everywhere.

Jet held up a wing to protect himself from the sticky drizzle of Jet-juice He wanted to scold his daughter for making a mess but he knew that the mess was actually his. “Hun, it’s definitely a record-setter for me… I’m not aware of the output of other stallions… I think it’s probably a bit more than average?”

Apogee blushed, “O-oh… I w-wouldn’t know.”

Jet let out a little sigh of relief. He’d suspected as much, but it was reassuring to know that he was his daughter’s first stallion. “W-well, n-no need to go rushing out to fact-check your Dad, or anything hun.” Jet chuckled nervously.

Apogee looked at her nervous father with a smirk, before sliding over to glomp him in a slimy hug. She nuzzled into him even as he flinched away from her cum-soaked mess of fur and hair. “Aww, don’t worry Dad, I’ve got everything I need right here.”

Resigning himself to being plastered in the gunk covering Apogee, Jet returned his daughter’s affectionate nuzzle with a resigned sigh as he tried to get back up to his hooves.

“Ah! Ouch!” But then he grunted in pain suddenly, feeling a sharp knot of tension blossom in his back. It must’ve been when he and Apogee had taken their tumble off of the high library table in a flurry of limbs and splinters, he’d tried to protect his daughter from the impact of the fall, and with the awkward embrace and tumble he’d managed to strain some of the delicate wing muscles in his upper back. The sharp pain strongly implored him to stay prone on the ground, and not try to get back up.

“D-dad? What’s wrong?” Apogee asked with concern, quickly bracing his weight.

“Oof! M-my back - my wings, I think I threw it out when we fell down.”

Apogee quickly ran one of her hooves over her father’s back, flinching in sympathy as he shivered under her touch. “B-but Dad, you were so… uh… energetic right afterward.”

“Just running on adrenaline I guess.” Jet chuckled, still wincing: even the movement of his barrel as he drew breath and laughed was causing discomfort now.

“Stay right there Dad, don’t move! I’ll make you feel better.” Apogee released her embrace of her father, rushing off into the other room before Jet could say a word. This was her Dad… no… this was her stallion too! She would take care of him!

“W-wait, it’s not…” Jet reached after his daughter, but he only managed to turn his head part-way before the pain radiated through him, all from the source of the little knot between his wing muscles. He only managed to just catch sight of her retreating tail, the soaked blue-green hairs of her undone tail bun whisking over a snail trail of his own semen… part of the recent deposit he’d left dripping from his daughter’s filly-hood.

Clenching his eyes with pain, Jet spent the next few minutes in silence listening to Apogee scuttle around the condo, sometimes quickly returning to the study and then leaving again in an instant. His attempts to ask her what she was doing were rebuffed with quick grunts and responses of “Just a minute!” Even when he heard what sounded like a hoof smashing through wood behind him, Apogee would merely hiss back at him to be quiet and relax.

Jet had little choice but to obey, with the pain of his spasming back keeping him on his stomach. It wasn’t until he felt a warm towel on his back and a reassuring rub of Apogee’s hoof that his back muscles finally begin to loosen.

“Here Dad, take a couple of these aspirins. It should help you start to unwind.” Apogee put a couple of white pills in his hoof, and set down a cup of water.

Jet smiled lovingly at his little nurse, noticing that she’d also taken the opportunity to quickly clean herself up and no longer looked like a cum-soaked, sticky, brothel-pony while rushing about and doing… whatever it was that she’d been doing.

“Thanks hun…” Jet popped the aspirin into his mouth and took a sip of water.

“Uh-uh, drink all of it.” Apogee scolded, tipping the glass up in Jet’s grasp and forcing him to take a larger swallow. “Otherwise you’ll get a tummy-ache.”

Jet quickly finished the rest of the glass under Apogee’s watchful eyes, before drawing in a breath and chuckling. “Well now, aren’t you just the bossiest, cutest little nurse?”

Apogee smirked, covering her mouth with a hoof to hide her pleasure before replying. “That’s right, I am your nurse right now, Dad… and this nurse is ordering you to follow her commands!” Apogee slipped her shoulder under her father’s foreleg, bracing him as she lifted him to his hooves.

“Oomph, th-thanks hun, I think those aspirins are starting to kick in.” Jet groaned as he carefully let his daughter turn him about slowly, walking him back into the library.

“Wh-what’s that?” Jet looked into the next room, seeing that the library table had been put back together by his daughter, the legs quickly reassembled from the earlier collapse. It had a new, dinner plate-sized hole near its center, right where it had first been kicked through when they’d tumbled off. Apogee must have widened it!

“Ok, here we go dad. One - two - three- annnnnd hup!” Apogee helped lift her father up onto the table. “Now stretch out as much as you can on the tabletop, and I can give you a nice back massage.” Apogee ordered, helping her father to wiggle about on the table and straighten out his limbs. She positioned her hooves over her father’s back, ready to give him a relaxing rub… It was funny, it reminded her of the last time she’d done this…

…

The 10 year old Apogee had bounced happily from the sofa as she heard the front door of the apartment open up… Dad was home!

Her father had quickly wrapped her in a big hug and given her a little kiss on her cheek. As he happily tousled her hair she noticed him wincing.

“What’s the matter daddy? Did you hurt yourself?” The younger Apogee had asked.

“Mm… yes hun, but don’t worry, it’s just a little bruise, a wing-strut fastening bolt fell off a scaffold and landed on my back earlier today.” Jet groaned as he slumped onto his couch, sighing.

Apogee had quickly sprung up onto the couch behind him: she knew how she could help her father out. “Here Daddy, let me give you one of my Equestria-famous back rubs!”

She’d bitten her tongue between her teeth as she carefully focused on her poor father’s back, working her hooves softly (if somewhat clumsily) down his neck and to the swollen area on his back.

Jet winced as his daughter’s hooves reached the painful bump that he’d received earlier that day. She was a little too forceful, a little too unskilled… but the fact she was giving him a back rub out of pure daughterly love more than made up for it.

“Th-thanks hun.” Jet grimaced, not wanting to discourage his daughter’s affection… heck he could use at least one pony who cared about him unconditionally.

“I love you, Daddy.” Apogee pressed her little head against her father’s back.

“I love you too, sweetpea.”

…

Apogee was biting her tongue in focus again as she ran her teenage hooves over her father’s back, still sticky from dried sweat. She carefully kneaded his spasming muscles between his ribs and spine, as she cooed softly into his ears.

“Shh… just relax Dad, deep breaths.” Apogee softly caressed his lower back with loving and reassuring strokes, “Yes… yes there you go dad, let your muscles unwind…” Apogee felt Jet finally beginning to unclench under her hooves as she prepared to put the second part of her plan into motion.

Jet sighed with relief. He was melting into the wood of the library table, the aching pain bleeding out from him as he moaned out softly from his daughter’s ministrations. How had she gotten so good at giving back-rubs over the years? Her hooves carefully worked out knot after knot as they traced circles lower and lower down his back…

Then they went over his flank.

Jet stiffened slightly, if this was happening a few days earlier… before everything that had happened… he would have scolded his daughter for making such inappropriate contact… but after everything they’d been through, all the debauchery of the past day and a half… well, he wasn’t going to say anything, but he was still getting used to the new intimacy Apogee enjoyed with his body.

And she was enjoying it.

Apogee loved the feel of her father’s flanks under her hooves. She loved feeling his powerful, sinewy muscle flexing and tightening: she grinned when she saw him flinch slightly and tuck his tail down as he recoiled slightly from her exploring touch… Planting a quick slap to the outside of his buttocks, she scolded him for being shy.

“C’mon Dad, just relax already.” Apogee cooed as she let her hoof slide to the crack where both of her father’s cheeks met, pushing underneath his short tail and playfully lifting his dock, ever so slightly.

“A-apogee…” Jet moaned, as his daughter used one hoof to lift his tail out of the way as she reassuringly stroked his butt with the other.

Apogee smiled as she saw her father shifting his hips uncomfortably.

‘Huh… he’s probably popping a boner.’ Apogee grinned internally, as she realised her massage was having the effect she’d hoped for.

“Shift your tummy up, Dad. Nurse’s order!” Apogee pressed both her hooves against her father’s bottom - one of them pressing right against the delicate skin between his dock and tailhole, helping Jet to slide upwards. As per her plan, Jet’s ‘equipment’ aligned with the rather large hole that Apogee had kicked into the tabletop earlier, allowing his genitals (which had previously been trapped between his lower belly and the table) to freely hang below with much more comfort.

Apogee ducked her head under the tabletop to see the results of her work for herself… she wasn’t disappointed. Her eyes were awed by the sight of her father’s heavy, semi-soft penis and large testicular orbs, all hanging weightily from his groin, swinging freely under the table…

“A-apogee… d-did you kick a ‘glory hole’ into the library table?” Jet asked, twisting his head to look back at his daughter.

“Not really,” Apogee smirked sheepishly, “You’d already put the hole there when we fell off the table… I just made it… uh… dad-sized.” Apogee blushed brighter as her father grinned at her, clearly proud of himself.

Apogee frowned… as the ‘nurse’ in charge, she couldn’t have any more of that.

She knew from her own interpretation of Delta’s stories earlier that she had to take the reins of control in this tryste if she really wanted to excite her beloved father. She had to resist getting swept up into his rhythm again…

Apogee brought her hoof swiftly against his left flank, spanking him with a sharp, audible slap. “Now that’s enough of that! No more talking, Dad! Just scoot up and get comfortable… and let me take care of you.”

Jet’s smile faltered ever so slightly, this was the first time that Apogee had taken the lead so decisively. At first he was a little shocked - his beloved little daughter… bossing him around? And not in her usual begging or manipulative way… but with forceful determination? Jet had to swallow deeply… it was so wrong… but also kind of exciting.

Apogee grinned as her father meekly put his head back down, submitted to her command.

‘Celestia do I want to spank dad’s butt again…’ Apogee thought, drooling slightly as she looked at her father’s rear, ‘…but he did just behave… I guess I should be nice…’

Apogee brought her hooves down to Jet’s ankles… tenderly rubbing the sore and stiff joints of a CEO constantly on his hooves, built up from long days where he would work his way through the massive production and assembly lines to meet with his engineers in person

She smiled to herself as she heard her father groan in delight. She brought her hooves carefully up his leg, working her way past his knee, making warm circles as she kneaded her soft frogs against his fur.

With growing confidence, Apogee brought her hooves on to her original target - her father’s inner thighs. Drawing closer and closer, she could feel Jet stiffen with nervousness as she began to explore this very private region of his. Apogee marvelled to herself at how thin and soft the fur was here: it really allowed her to feel just how tender and soft her dad’s skin was under his rough exterior. She was losing herself in the process, the intimate act of massage… each circle bringing her closer and closer to his plot, as her father shifted slightly to give her better access to his nethers.

Brushing his tail out of the way softly, Apogee looked lovingly at her father’s backside, his small tailhole perched just above the beginning of the slick brown skin of his scrotum, which ran down in a smooth sheet to his heavy hanging balls beneath the table. Apogee playfully blew a breath of hot air across her father’s bottom, making him twitch and clench in anticipation. Apogee tittered slightly before continuing to massage his flanks, playfully gripping as she rubbed outwards - effectively spreading his asscheeks and leaving him vulnerably bare to her attention.

“Ah… h-hun? C-careful down th-” Apogee blew a hot stream of air directly onto her father’s exposed rosebud, causing him to almost squeak.

“Hush, Dad… ‘nurse’ Apogee is taking care of you now. And I won’t let anything bad happen to your butt. Even if it is as sensitive as a little filly.” She chuckled, drooling slightly over the sight of her father’s rear.

Jet laughed back at her, doing his best to tease back. “H-hey! I’ll have you know that I possess a rugged stallion’s ass, young lady.” Jet wiggled his flank, despite knowing that he was baring all to his little girl.

Apogee couldn’t help but chuckle at her father’s antics. “Oh really?” Apogee leaned in to her father’s spread rear. “‘Cuz I would have described it as being just like a filly’s cute,” Apogee leaned in, planting a light kiss an inch beneath her father’s asshole on his warm, smooth, scrotum, “little…” she planted another kiss, slightly higher, on his twitching perineum, “hot…” Jet shivered as he felt the light kiss of his daughter’s soft lips against his pucker, “…ass.”

With that last sultry word, Apogee sloppily kissed her father’s butt, making him jump.

Apogee quickly pulled back, chuckling, “Gotcha Dad!”

Jet grumbled with dismay, before he was soothed by the feel of Apogee’s hooves tracing over his back as she slid up the side of the table.

“Hmm, now what do we have down here?” Nurse Apogee wondered, wiggling her eyebrows at her captive father. Apogee wanted to maintain the aura of being in charge. She’d picked up on the hints her mother had unintentionally shared with her about her father’s proclivities in her stories of the early days of their romance.

Without missing a beat, the little filly cleverly slid under the table. The flat underside of the wood tabletop was only broken by the sizable hole she had enlarged earlier… and the fleshy appendage that was poking through them.

Apogee held a hoof to her mouth in wonder. It was different when this… this monster was the only thing she could see, kept separate from the remainder of her beloved father’s body by the occluding layer of table, it was overwhelming… the sheer thickness, the heavy hanging fruits, the dripping tip… it didn’t even matter that it was not fully erect yet… it was stunning for Apogee to take in.

Apogee paused briefly after ducking under the table. She considered the heavy appendage drooping in front of her, slowly filling with blood… she realised that - aside from her throbbing biological desire - she was actually a bit neutral toward this… thing… it was really the fact that it was attached to her dad that made her love it. Apogee chuckled to herself as she reached for the thick stallionhood, as a memory returned to her mind.

…

“Dad, dad! Look! Real cows!”

The 9-year old Apogee ran ahead of her father. The pair had been flying from Las Pegasus to Canterlot together when Apogee had pointed out the creatures on some of the farmland below them. When she’d so excitedly grabbed his hoof to make him look, Jet was instantly won over… checking his watch, Jet had realised that they had a little spare time - so he suggested they swing down and take a closer look.

“They’re SO cool dad!”

“Uh-huh, that they are sweetie! Now be polite, cows are busy too!” Jet warned, as he smiled at his eager young daughter prancing up to the group of bovines.

“Why hello there, dearie! Aincha’ just the cutest little thing!” One of the cows greeted, her accent as thick as molasses. “I ‘spose you’re checking out a farm fer’ the first time?”

Apogee nodded eagerly. “Uh-huh! Farms are cool! And cows are my favorite! I drink up my milk every morning, don’t I Dad?” She looked back over her shoulder eagerly at her chuckling father.

“Yes, yes you do hun…” Jet smiled as he was swept up in his daughter’s enthusiasm. “Now why don’t you leave the poor lady alone so she can go back about her day?”

The cow smiled politely, “Oh no! It’s no trouble at all! My ‘day’ is just me sittin’ here chewin’ grass anyhoo…” She laughed, her big barrel heaving with each chortle.

Apogee tilted her head curiously, “B-but don’t you have to make the milk? Where DOES the milk come from anyway?”

Jet blushed, but the cow seemed totally unperturbed, as she turned sideways to reveal her udder. “Why, right here dearie! An’ I don’t need to do much to make it! It does it all on it’s own!”

Apogee looked at the big pinkish balloon-like udder dubiously, as if she suspected a trick were being played on her. “Milk comes out of THAT?” She looked up at her father for confirmation, who could only nod while trying to hide his light embarrassment.

“Sure does, sweetie! In fact…” The cow turned and grabbed a nearby stool and bucket, placing them next to each other before positioning herself carefully over the bucket, “I could use a little milking if you want the full farm experience!”

Apogee’s wings spread out in excitement as she looked over her shoulder with a big beaming smile on her face. “Can I Dad?”

Jet nodded, smiling apologetically at the cow. “Yes, hun… just make sure you listen carefully to the nice cow’s instructions…”

…

Apogee reached forward and took hold of the fat cock in her hooves. This was just like that time… well… except for the fact that there was only one ‘teat’ extending from this particular ‘udder’… and it was several times thicker than that past teat too…

But it also held some very creamy milk that she wanted… Apogee thought naughtily.

With grasping strokes, Apogee began to milk her father’s cock, beginning by grasping near the base of his semi-erect penis and working her hooves down the rapidly dropping, expanding length. She could feel the heat rushing in to fill his shaft as hot blood poured into his erection.

“Hunnnghh… H-hun…” Jet moaned from above, a throb making his penis jump in his daughter’s stroking hooves.

Apogee bit her lip in concentration as she focused on the heavy shaft in front of her. She wanted nothing more than to provide her father satisfaction… it was so incredible to be able to have this type of control over him… for so long he had been the pillar of security and strength in her life - for her to now be able to play with her powerful father with the mere flick of a hoof… it was incredible, even intoxicating.

“W-wow Dad…” Apogee cooed, as his cock reached its full length and girth. Apogee could feel the powerful muscles in her father’s abdominals wanting to swing the cock up so that it would rest more naturally, parallel to the table and his body… but she was resisting that force, instead using her hoof to keep him pointed toward the ground as she continued to powerfully stroke him.

She chewed the inside of her lip in frustration as she realized she could not wrap a single hoof all the way around the the thick meat in her grasp… so she reached forward with a wing, gripping it with her delicate feather-tips and pulling the slick skin covering his hot, sweaty flesh downwards - each stroke milking him, coaxing him, trying to get him to spill his seed on the library floor underneath.

Jet was in heaven.

His powerful hooves gripped the sides of the table as he tried to picture what was going on beneath the table. He tried to convert the incredible sensations of fur, of tender underhoof and delicate feather, into a visual picture of what his daughter was doing to him out of his sight. He felt the careful milking of her ministrations… always eagerly coaxing and grasping downward, each stroke at the base of his cock starting before the previous one ended with a flick against his swollen flare, creating a continuous series of intoxicating pleasure.

Then he felt something wet trace from his stallionhood’s tip to his base: a tongue? A nose? A wet feather? He couldn’t tell, but it made his eyes roll with pleasure before his little filly started milking him again.

Then it was back… a light, wet, slickness… this time on his hanging balls, already starting to ascend from the building pressure in his loins. Jet groaned aloud again, wanting to encourage the attention on his testicles to continue… but as quickly as it arrived it departed. He almost couldn’t believe it… but it wouldn’t be long now before he came again… for what… the 5th time today? He didn’t know if he’d ever done that as a colt! Let alone a stallion over 40!

“H-hun… I’m… I’m going to…”

Apogee renewed her efforts as she felt the flesh under her stiffening and jumping, her father’s hot blood racing through it and making it stiffer than ever before. She brought her feathers under the dripping cock-slit, gathering some of her father’s natural lube and slathering it along his ebony shaft, the musky juice’s slickness giving his throbbing stallionhood a sexy sheen… still not enough! She reached a free hoof down to her own honeypot, which had been dripping and aching for attention since she’d started massaging her father. Catching some of her own sweet nectar, Apogee brought it back up to her stroking hoof and wing, letting her hot juices lubricate her pistoning, milking action.

“Unggh… f-f-f-FUUUCK!” Jet shouted above as the table jumped under his writhing body.

Apogee’s eyes widened in wonder as she watched her father’s flare fatten and increase in size, as his cock began to jump and buck… she grinned, knowing what came next… her only regret was that she didn’t have a bucket to catch all his thick cream.

A huge throb brought with it a thick splatter of Jet’s ‘milk’, rocketing from the tip of his thick stallionhood to impact with a heavy splatter on the floor next to Apogee. Not caring about the spatter which flung itself over her seated legs, Apogee quickly returned her hooves to the top of her father’s penis, just in time to catch the beginning of the next powerful throb of ejaculate, coaxing it down and out of the fleshy tube with her hooves so that it would messily explode from the tip of his cock.

“W-wow Dad!” Apogee exhorted, as splatter after splatter of heavy cream shot from her father, each to the sound of him groaning and grunting above. “L-let it all out… w-woah…” Apogee looked in wonder as she caught one of the thick ropes of semen on her hoof, the heat of the sticky liquid easily felt through her fur.

“Ughh… f-fuck Gee… MMMGGG!” Jet moaned above, as his balls caught on the edge of the hastily made glory hole.

Apogee brought her hoof to her mouth, licking up a dollop of the stallion-juice that had been deposited there, savoring the salty sweetness of her father. Her body cried out for more… fresh from the source. Dipping her head down, Apogee tried to get her mouth between her father’s cockhead and the floor - no easy task considering that the long appendage reached almost to the library carpet.

Still the filly was indefatigable, craning her head under the spurting cock end to catch a blast in her open maw, the seed shooting down her yawning throat, almost making her choke with its thick-stickiness.

Jet groaned out as he felt his daughter’s mouth suckling at his cock, even as she continued to milk his flesh with downward strokes. He instinctively pressed his hips into the tabletop, thrusting to release the last squirts of his essence before finally feeling his muscles unwind and relax. A wave of pure satisfaction rolled over Jet, all the blissful agony of his orgasm and his sore back now replaced with the pleasant wash of dopamine that always came after release.

His eyes were still lazily blinking in his head when Apogee came into his field of view, a naughty grin on her face. Before he could say a word, she opened her mouth, letting him see the pearly white liquid filling her lower jaw - his own cum… she wasted no time in quickly closing her mouth and taking a heavy swallow, before leaning forward and giving her dear old dad a big loving lick across his muzzle.

“Feeling better Dad?” Apogee chuckled, brushing a hoof through her father’s mane.

“Mmhmm…” Jet groaned, still trying to get his wits about him as his dripping erection bobbed beneath the table.

“Sheesh… “ Apogee teased, lightly slapping the side of Jet’s head to keep him from drifting off to sleep, “I guess mom was telling the truth when she said that stallions are all about the one and done…” she chuckled.

Jet’s eyes shot wide open and he pushed himself to sit bolt upright, hearing the teasing words from his daughter. “She said that huh?” He grumbled as he carefully reached down to extract himself from the makeshift glory hole as he twisted to a sitting position. “I’ll have you know, hun, that your mom would come begging for your pop, time and again… and I’d never leave a mare hanging.” Jet fixed his little girl with a sly smirk, flexing his lower body so that his sizable cock bounced up and down slightly.

C’mon Gee… you gotta keep control… like mom said! Don’t get swept up in dad’s rhythm… play along! The young filly thought to herself, trying to maintain the aura of confidence she had felt just moments earlier, before her father had turned that handsome face on to her.

“O-oh really? That’s not what she said…” Apogee coyly closed her eyes so she wouldn’t be distracted by her father’s bobbing erection, sniffing as she turned her head away teasingly, “and by my count, I think you’ve had quite a bit more fun than I have today… Hey!”

Apogee squeaked as she felt herself being swept up into her father’s forelegs, her light body being easily handled in a princess-carry as he walked quickly out of the library. “Oh really, hun? My count has you ahead by at least three… sheesh… I swear… you’ve got your mother’s fire in you…” Jet kicked the door to his daughter’s room open, still carrying her as he leaned in and nuzzled her shocked face.

Apogee was blushing, she hadn’t been carried around like this since… well, since she was a little foal. Her father’s big powerful arms were wrapped around her, the heat of his tensed muscles transmitted through his sweaty fur as he carried her to her bed.

“W-w-well… let’s call it even then… for now…”

Jet grinned as he laid her onto her own bed, chest facing up, his two forehooves pinned on either side of her as he pressed his body in close, tipping his muzzle so that their two noses were almost touching.

“Tell you what, little filly. Between now and when we’re done… if I haven’t made you cum as much as me…” he leaned forward and planted a tender kiss on her stunned cheek before straightening and looking into her eyes, “I’ll admit your mom was right about me.”

Apogee could only look up breathlessly at her handsome father, completely swept up by his handsome grin.

I can see why mom fell for him. Apogee thought, swooning. Silently she nodded.

“Hmm that’s my good little girl… so let the challenge begin!” Jet grinned, dipping his head down… but instead of leaning in to steal a kiss, he continued his descent, heading for his daughter’s fillyhood.

Apogee moaned out to the ceiling, breathlessly, “Oh, o-okay… dad… mmmf!”

The challenge had started.

7:09 PM - Apogee’s Room - Current score: Apogee 5 || Jet 5

Apogee bounced on her father’s lap with reckless abandon. She was facing away from her father, who was holding onto her upper arms for dear life as he received the ride of a lifetime.

Her hot, twisting insides were coiling and tensing around her father’s massive cock. She was already squeaking and flapping her wings in pleasure, her mouth hanging open like some wild animal as she drove her cute little rump down again and again onto her father’s lap.

“D-daddy… daddy… dad!!!” Apogee squeaked, each exhortation coming as she bottomed out on her father’s fat phallus.

Jet unclenched his eyes to look at his daughter’s beautiful back, already damp with sweat from her frenzied exertion. His eyes traced down the supple curve of her spine… along the teenage muscles that rippled with intensity as she clenched and unclenched with each of her grinding hip drops… right down to her cute freckled rump, so tight and pert, which somehow was accepting all of his massive stallionhood, impossibly wedged into her tight teenage fillyhood.

It was so odd, seeing that bundle of yellow and blue fur in so familiar a position…

…

“Please Dad? Pleeeease?” A cute 6-year old filly Apogee begged, her eyes wide as saucers, whining while tugging at her father’s legs.

“Apogee… come on, we’re at the mall, I’m tired… can’t you wait until we get home?” Jet moaned, trying to shrug off his daughter’s pleading.

“Aww, please Dad? It’s SO boring waiting for your dry-cleaning to be ready, can’t we play just a LITTLE?” Apogee continued trying, her little tugs and whimpering, combined with watery puppy-dog eyes… a devastating combo that never failed to tug on Jet’s heartstrings, turning him into a pliable ball of mush.

“F-fiine… but only for five minutes. OK?”

Apogee squee’d clopping her hooves together with a beaming smile as she hopped up onto her father’s lap and gave him a tender hug complete with a loving, little nuzzle.

“Yay! I wanna do the cowpony! Let me ride the bucking bull!” She shouted, entirely too loud, drawing attention from the eyes of passers-by.

Jet put a hoof to her mouth, “Not too loud now, hun… and don’t use the b-word until you’re older, OK?”

Apogee twisted around, situating her bottom on one of Jet’s knees before looking over her shoulder with a perplexed glance at her father. “But why not, Daddy? That’s the right word for when a bull kicks out and jumps around right?”

Jet sighed, rubbing his temple… “Y-yes hun, it’s just… that word… n-never mind… ready for your cowpony ride?”

Apogee nodded avidly before turning around and grabbing her father’s knee with both of her hooves. “Ready!”

Jet tried to simulate an angry moo before starting to bounce his knee up and down, sending his little girl flying even while she gripped his leg tightly, cackling madly at the crazy gyrations.

“Yeehaw! Ride ‘em, cowgirl!” Jet joked as he continued playing with his beloved daughter, her cute blue hair flying in every direction.

“Whee! Higher daddy! Higher!” Apogee laughed uproariously her innocent smile a beautiful sight to behold. “Make it harder for me to hold on Daddy! Harder! Harder Daddy!”

…

“Harder Dad!” The teenage Apogee’s hips slammed into her father’s pelvis, her sopping filly-hood straining to engulf the massive base of his cock. “Unf… f-fuck! Fuck me harder dad!” The horny little filly groaned, her butt grinding with little thrusts against him as she soaked his balls again with a splatter of her juices.

Jet reached forward and grabbed his daughter’s hips, pulling her down onto himself even more tightly, mashing his cockhead against the deep entrance to her womb, making him groan aloud. “Hng… oh fuck, hun… that’s so good…”

Apogee leaned her head back as she began to moan to the ceiling… the feeling of her darling daddy hilting her causing shivers to run in rivulets of electricity down her spine.

“F-fuck… d-daddy! I-I’m… *hic*… I’m *hic*” Apogee took a pair of panicky breaths as she strained to drive oxygen back into her spasming body, already well over the cliff-edge to the full cascade of an orgasm. “I’m CUMMING… daaaaaaad!”

Apogee’s eyes widened in shock and she leaned forward to grab her father’s knees, holding onto them like a desperate drowning pony holds onto a life-preserver as her orgasm crashed through her, a wave of muscles relaxing and firing that washed from the base of her neck down to her hoof-tips.

Jet looked down at his teen daughter lovingly, bent forward and clutching his knees just like she had so many years ago… though in a much different context.

Currently, her leaning was perfectly exposing her little tailhole and the pink edges of her fillyhood as they stretched to accommodate him. It was incredible to hear the same filly moaning for her daddy as her little ponut twitched and puckered with each milking convulsion of her tight pussy as it grasped and milked him, begging him to being his release.

Something about the forbidden thought that he had just made his little girl cum on his dick - and not for the first time that weekend - finally flicked the forbidden switch for Jet too.

A painful throb of adrenaline became a blissful release as he felt his flare try to expand in the impossibly tight and steaming insides of his daughter, lodging itself firmly in the deepest part of her velvet-tight tunnel, trapped against the portal to her womb.

“D-d-daaaaaaddyyyeeeee!” Apogee squeaked out from his lap as she pulled herself against his knees even tighter, her body feeling the convulsions of her breeding-stud’s cock inside her… She could feel her vagina being forced open by the huge flare that had just stretched out inside her, as she prepared herself instinctively for the flood that would surely come.

Jet pulled his daughter down painfully against him, his hooves digging into her pert buttocks as he tried to drive himself into her as deeply as he could just as the first rope of cum exploded into her.

Then the next.

And the next.

With each spurt he pulled her hips downward powerfully, making Apogee moan out with little grunts as he filled his little girl.

“Hngh… hngh… hgnh… Hngh!”

Apogee could feel her womb expanding, once again being filled like a balloon by her father’s hot, sticky seed. Her belly shifted uncomfortably as he stuffed her uterus with potent batter… but she didn’t care. Her tongue felt limp and heavy, lolling out from her mouth as she endured heavy shot after heavy shot with grunts of ecstacy, before her father finally finished with a deep gasp.

“Phew… well… I guess the first round is a tie.”

8:24 PM - Jet’s Room - Current score: Apogee 9 || Jet 6

*CLUNK*

The sound of Apogee’s hooves hitting the glass floor to ceiling windows resounded through the bedroom.

The cool surface felt great against Apogee’s burning, sweaty hooves, their rigorous activity throughout the day was quickly catching up with the little filly - raising her body temperature from the sheer exertion, to say nothing of the impact that her excitement and arousal were having.

Apogee felt her father take up position behind her, strong hooves reaching forward to grip her flanks as he pressed his bulk into her smaller body. One of his legs pushing her rear legs wider apart to permit his fat penis to slide under her belly and slap wetly up against her teats, the tip reaching up to her belly button.

The filly took a moment to look out the window at the beautiful twinkling lights of the Las Pegasus downtown core as her nickering father leaned in close, whispering something inaudible under his breath into her ear, evoking a memory from a few years earlier.

…

“Dad! Dad!” A 14-year old Apogee shouted as she ran through the dark corridor of the Vanhoover aquarium. “Look it’s right there, the coelacanth!” The young teen’s galloping hooves clip-clopped through the fairly empty corridor as she raced ahead.

While most ponies would flock to the whale or shark exhibits, Apogee had just done a school project on the elusive fish and gotten top marks… Jet had decided to spoil her by taking her along on his business trip to the northwestern city, as a reward for her solid schoolwork.

Jet smiled as his daughter, currently clad in a souvenir hoodie and hat from the aquarium, hopped up onto the railing in front of the huge, deep-water tank’s window. She always had such enthusiasm and zeal - he had no idea how such a bundle of energy could have come from his and Delta’s genetics: neither of them had ever had a FRACTION of her bouncing spirit.

“Dad, dad! Look! You can TOTALLY see the cosmoid scales… hay, you can even see its opercular flap!” Apogee pressed her nose up against the glass, knocking the souvenir baseball cap off her head.

Jet leaned in, putting his muzzle close to his daughter’s ear. “Wouldn’t you say that this is a bit of a FISHY situation?”

Apogee groaned, pulling her head back slightly before letting it thump back against the glass in frustration with an audible BONK.

“Seriously Dad? That was like, SO lame.”

Jet couldn’t help but chuckle as he ruffled his daughter’s messy mane. He LOVED being able to unload terrible dad jokes on his little girl… especially when she was being so eager. Even now she was still totally focused on the creature in the tank, her breath leaving a faint trace of fog on the aquarium glass…

…

Apogee’s hot breath against the cold apartment glass left heavy mists of fog with each passionate huff of her lungs. The little rivulets of condensation on the window ran together with some of the sweat pouring from her brow as she steadied herself.

“Ummhh… D-dad…” She groaned, feeling her father’s bulk hover over her, careful not to put too much weight on her delicate shoulders.

Again, she felt the heavy slap of her father’s cock against her tummy as he twitched his muscles, before the hot, wet flare began sliding backward.

She shivered as her father’s throbbing cockhead was pulled back, leaving a wet trail of pre-cum across her teats, sliding along the last bit of smooth flesh between her breasts and the top of her winking sex. She heard her father groan as he drew his stiffness agonizingly back over her fillyhood, in the process coating it in a slick layer of her bubbling filly-cum.

“Put it in, dad!” She groaned, twisting and grinding her butt backwards, trying to will her labia to part and accept his heavy ebony knob.

Jet wasted no time in trying to appease his cock-hungry little girl. With a hoof on her hips for leverage, he began to push forward.

It was surprising how much her tight filly-snatch would still resist his entry, even after so many spirited sessions throughout the past 2 days… but it still made his eyes roll when his daughter's incredibly tight, teenage, cunt-lips slipped tantalizingly over his flare’s wide ridge, letting him immediately slide almost half his length into her, burying his thick rod into her winking depths.

“Ungh! F-fuck! Y-yes!” Apogee groaned, her little wings flaring out wide in excitement as her dad began to slowly fuck her from behind. “Holy shit d-dad!”

Apogee shuffled forward involuntarily, instinctively flinching away from the girthy flesh spreading her filly-bits wide… She pulled away to press her damp, sweating chest floof up against the cold window.

Jet nickered as he chased after his daughter’s sudden retreat, pinning her shoulders and spread wings against the glass as he continued to slowly pump into her with methodical strokes, each time a little deeper, a little harder. He was back in control now.

“Ah ah ah… no swearing Apogee…” Jet punctuated his admonition with a sharper thrust, burying his cock up to his medial ring before pulling back for another stroke as Apogee released a *PITTER* of filly-juice from her swollen pussy.

“It's not befitting of such a beautiful.” Another sharp thrust, another *PITTER* of juice as her snatch strained but failed to permit the medial ring to pass.

“Young.” *PITTER* So close on this thrust, yet Apogee’s fillyhood still resisted, causing Jet to press his daughter bodily into the glass, pulling back and preparing for a more potent hip thrust.

“Lady.” *PITTER*

Apogee’s hind legs quivered as her father’s next thrust spread her impossibly and let him slide into her to the hilt. Apogee felt a guttural moan build deep in her gut - some primitive part of her brain was melting from the incredible feeling of fullness… that most feminine and animalistic part of her was being crammed with rigid stallion-flesh… such an incredible feeling of completeness! She could feel herself growing addicted to the sensation of being stuffed, even as her little body strained to accept her father’s size… the strange contrast of feelings making her eyes roll.

“Oh… BUCK…” Apogee moaned, as her body shuddered with an orgasmic wave of pleasure, her feathers ruffling and extending just before she released a heavy gush of filly-juice over her father’s balls.

“Good girl…” Jet whispered into his filly’s ear, punctuating his sultry commendation with a little nip before starting to pump his hips softly into his daughter. “Now… cum for your dad… cum all over my dick like a good little filly.”

Apogee squeaked and hiccuped as she continued to spasm around her father, her exhausted muscles grasping and milking at his fat cock as she was pushed back and forth into the glass by her father’s hips, her lips far too tight and grippy to allow him to withdraw even an inch.

“Hnnggg… D-daddy…” Apogee mewled again, her womb twitching and convulsing against her father’s cocklslit, jammed deep inside her… her cervix twitching to plant begging, needy kisses that tried to coax the breeding stud to release his seed.

“P-please…D-dad!”

Jet nickered, as he felt his own orgasm unexpectedly rush over him, brought on by his daughter’s incredibly tight filly-cunt’s ministrations. Jet couldn’t believe how he was somehow able to burst - time and time again he was able to draw forth these massive, gushing orgasms each one just as mind-blowing as the last… in a way he never had before, not as a university student, a high-school teen, or even a pubescent young colt… he couldn’t understand it… It had to be the little filly tunnel wrapped around him.

And he would oblige her hungry snatch’s desire for his seed again.

Jet continued pressing Apogee’s small, filly-sized body against the glass, squeezing her in blissful agony of orgasm and pressure. Not a moment later, his balls began to unload into her, testicles slapping noisily against his daughter’s wet plot with each release of sticky, heavy cum-strands, firing once again into Apogee’s womb.

Jet clenched his eyes shut, focusing only on the raw sensation of filling his daughter with his rich, thick batter - the incredible feel of his each bulge from his shaft being milked up the shaft all the way to his flare’s tip before exploding outward… again and again… until he began to feel his seed spilling down his legs as Apogee’s filled depths could take no more.

10:54 PM - Main Floor - Current score: Apogee 12 || Jet 10

Apogee dragged herself to the kitchen, hooves sliding heavily across the wooden floor from sheer exhaustion. She was panting heavily, mumbling half incoherently to herself as she dripped sweat and juices from her body… leaving a trail of droplets of various liquids back to the stairwell… where her father currently rested in post-orgasmic bliss, having just unloaded another thick load of foal-batter into her body.

Her hooves wavered unsteadily, almost drunkenly, as she tried to stay conscious. Her mind swam with the heady mix of pleasure neurochemicals and exhaustion. She needed something to drink, to replenish the electrolytes that she had lost from sweat, from exertion… hay, even from just the sheer amount lost from her filly-juices.

The sink was agonizingly far, and something in her wanted the cool refreshment and electrolytes of a soda or gatorade, which she knew were kept in the fridge.

Apogee stumbled forward, her front hooves gripping the heavy fridge door-handles and yanking them open, letting a wash of frigid air spread over her as the double-doored fridge opened wide.

“Ahhhh…” Apogee sighed, enjoying the crisp, cold air as she grabbed a bottle of her favorite lemon-flavored sports drink. She wasted no time in cranking the orange bottle top off, and chugging deep gulps of flavored liquid - the usually lemony taste seemed closer to liquid nectar in her body’s thirsty and drained state.

The filly sloppily drank as quickly as she could, wasting almost a quarter of the bottle as it poured down her neck from the corners of her mouth… the ambrosiac wash of fluid supplanted the lingering taste of her father’s cock and stallion-fluid that lingered in her muzzle. Apogee felt her little stomach begin to fill, her gut bulging out to grow in size to match the similar bulge situated slightly lower from her stuffed womb, which was still oozing thick cream from her fillyhood.

“*Glug* *glug*… Ahhh…” Apogee groaned, finishing the bottle and sticking her head deeper into the comforting coolness of the refrigerator, grateful for a brief respite from the insatiable fucking that her father had been giving her.

Basking in the pure relief she was feeling, Apogee didn’t hear her father walking up behind her - his eyes taking in his daughter’s lithe form, framed in stark contrast against the harsh white lighting of the interior of the fridge.

Jet licked his lips as he looked over his daughter’s tight, little body still covered in sweat from their copulations. His stiff erection bobbed under his body as he overlooked her, the storm of lust and raw hormonal flush still coursing through his veins - he couldn’t help but swallow as he looked over the curve of her tight-little ass, her tail still flagged up in the air and revealing her semen-drooling pussy… and her beautiful ponut…

…

“D-dad… !?”

Jet looked up from his newspaper in his office, seeing his 15-year old daughter standing in his doorway shuffling nervously with a tremendous blush on her face.

“Oh, hey hun…” Jet smiled, folding and putting away his newspaper as he sat up with a tired groan. “How did your visit to the doctor’s office go? Did you get your allergy situation sorted out?”

The still school-uniform clad Apogee blushed brighter, looking down at her hooves as her ears burned red with embarrassment. Jet could see that she was clenching a small cardboard box of medication in her left hoof as she kicked at the carpet.

Jet had a horrible thought race through him, making him shiver. “Oh… uh… you aren’t… oh gosh… p-pregnant!?” Jet had felt his heart begin to race as he imagined the worst from his daughter’s strange reaction.

“Wh-what!? NO!” Apogee’s wings flared out in shock, as she stomped a hoof. “I haven’t even… JEEZ DAD!” Apogee huffed, stomping forward and poking her father, “I can’t believe you’d say that!”

Jet let out an internal sigh, thankful that his daughter hadn’t been knocked up… and just as happy that she had just accidentally admitted that she was still sexually inactive… “S-sorry hun… but what’s up with you acting all shy then?”

Apogee took a step back from her father, playing nervously with the hem of her skirt before replying under her breath.

“He prescribed me… a… suppository…”

Jet craned his head in closer, having not quite heard his daughter correctly. “Sorry Apogee, what was that?”

Apogee grumbled, murmuring once again. “I said that the doctor prescribed medicine… to be inserted in my… bottom…”

Jet’s ear flicked, still totally unable to fully understand his daughter’s embarrassed squeaking as he cocked his head and asked, “Huh?”

“I SAID THE DOC PRESCRIBED ME MEDICINE THAT NEEDS TO BE STUCK UP MY BUTT” Apogee shouted in frustration, eyes clenched as she exhorted her embarrassment.

A beat of silence passed.

Jet blushed, before he responded. “O-oh… a suppository medication? I guess they still have those, huh…”

Apogee looked like her entire fur color had turned a bright shade of crimson red. “D-dad… I-I need your help to p-put it… In.”

Jet almost did a double-take, as he gulped heavily. “Wh-what? M-me!?”

Apogee growled shoving the box of medication into her father’s hooves, “I-I can’t do it alone… and I-I know y-you used to do it for me when I was younger… a little foal.”

Jet took the cardboard box, opening it and looking at the small bullet shaped suppositories inside, taking one out with his hooves and inspecting it carefully. “Uh… t-turn around hun…”

Apogee blushed, a little face of shock popping on her muzzle. “H-here? N-now?”

Jet rolled his eyes, “Come on now… you’re making a bigger deal out of this than it needs to be, it’s just medication hun… it’ll make you feel better.”

Apogee nodded slowly, turning around and flipping her grey school-skirt up as she presented her fifteen year-old butt to her father.

Jet unpeeled one of the little medicine packets, carefully inspecting the slender little torpedo of hardened glycerin jelly, no wider than a milkshake straw. “Come on hun, now… bend over.”

Apogee gulped, lifting her teen-butt up higher as she crouched her chest down slightly, her tail still tucked tightly against herself…

“L-like this?” She asked, timidly.

“Mmhmm… and move your tail out of the way, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Apogee let out a soft whine, and reticently moved her tucked tail softly to one side.

Jet found himself almost flinching away, seeing his little girl’s fillyhood fully exposed for the first time in years. Her tight little ponut was perched up comfortably above a thin set of immature vaginal lips. A moment of absolute silence passed - Jet found that he wasn’t immediately struck down by Celestia herself from a bolt of pure sunlight out of the sky… he felt himself relax… ever so slightly.

Swallowing heavily, Jet pushed the little pointy end of the small suppository up against his daughter’s small tailhole.

“Eep!” Apogee squaked, hopping forward. “Jeez! Give a filly a little warning dad!”

Jet let out the breath he’d been holding, “S-sorry hun, I’m gonna… put it in now.” Jet brought the medicine back up against Apogee’s quivering rosebud, pressing forward gently.

But his daughter’s little marshmallow flesh-button refused to yield or permit the medicine to slip in.

“Uh… o-ow! D-dad?” Apogee mewled, flinching away.

Jet sighed, “H-hang on hun…” He twisted away, quickly moving over to a nearby shelf, in his study, opening a small drawer and pulling out a small bottle of lube. Though he tried to apply it to the tip of the medicine clandestinely, Apogee caught a glance of her father using his secret lube stash as she watched him over her shoulder, giggling behind a hoof.

Jet grumped, knowing that he’d been busted. “Yeah yeah, very funny… this’ll make it a bit easier though, hun.”

He traipsed back over, secretly grateful for the moment of levity about the whole scenario.

“Ok, here we go Apogee…” Jet pushed the lubed bullet up to his daughter’s quivering asshole giving it a little press as it began to slip in, before still being resisted by her tight ring of muscle.

“Sweetie… relax… loosen up your butt… just let it in…” Jet cooed, trying not to think about the subtext.

Apogee gulped, and tried to unstiffen, unclenching her backside. She squeaked as the slippery medication finally slipped into her anus. “Y-yikes!” She jumped up, the strange feeling of something foreign up her bottom quite alien to her.

Jet quickly turned away, flipping down his daughter’s skirt as he did so. “Th-there you go, hun… hope you feel better.”

A blushing Apogee turned quickly to the door as she squeaked over her shoulder: “Th-thanksdadgottagonow… Gotta-go-die-of-embarrassment…”

She slipped out of the room and slammed the door behind her, leaving a stunned and embarrassed father in her excited wake once again.

…

Jet felt the wash of refrigerator air as he looked back over his daughter’s firm little plot… barely a couple of years from that time had passed, but so much had already changed…

Long gone was any embarrassment on his daughter’s part at exposing herself to her father: even now she was subconsciously flagging her blue-green tail up in the air so that he could see everything… Long gone was any modicum of modesty on his part to try to look away from his little girl’s exposed butt: he was now hungrily licking his lips as he took up position behind her… and long gone was the delicate, untouched slit of his daughter’s vagina: her teen fillyhood now a set of tight but engorged and erotic lips, parted by the swell of her engorged clit as it drooled thick cream from its recently stuffed opening.

The still panting and unsuspecting filly had no time to react as she felt her stud bury his muzzle into her raised rear-end, his tongue snaking out to caress her tailhole, still untouched since he’d fucked her ass the previous day.

“Hunf!?” Apogee squeaked out, the strange sensation of her pucker being kissed by her father making her wings shoot out and hit the open fridge doors. Quickly recovering, she began to settle in to the new circumstance, mewling contentedly and wriggling her rump as she basked in the cool fridge air with her ponut being orally worshipped by the older stallion behind her, the thick lashing tongue wrapping around the outside of her quivering pucker.

“Mmmf… enough of that, now.” Jet grinned, finishing his spelunking session with a delicate kiss on his little girl’s anus as he straightened up and once again positioned himself behind her, using the frame of the fridge to position himself so he was standing tall on two hooves behind her… otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to fit into the fridge while she was already in there.

“D-dad?” Apogee squeaked nervously, feeling the red-hot heat of her father’s penis contrasting sharply against the cool air pouring from the fridge. She felt her father’s fat cockhead slide up across her drooling slit, becoming slathered in the drolling mix of their combined sex-juices, before he pulled it back across her perineum to prod against her recently wettened asshole.

“Eep! D-dad I don’t know-…” Apogee tensed, as she realised what her father was preparing to do. She couldn’t imagine how her little tailhole would be able to permit his even girthier cock - it had barely been able to fit the day before… and it seemed significantly thicker now. She shifted, trapped in the fridge’s tight confines.

“Dad? Let me get out of th-”

She was silenced as she felt her father slap her ass and drive his hips forward, his flare painfully compressing against her tailhole as she was shoved violently forward into the fridge by the pressure of his cock against her asshole.

Jet growled fiercely, having once again reverted to his baser, male, rugged-stallion instincts, before hissing into her ear “Shh… shh… I’m gonna fuck your tight little filly ass… and you’re gonna love it…”

Apogee shivered in a strange mix of fear and excitement at being dominated by her father. She willed her body to open up to accept him, to part her little pucker and permit his cock into her asshole… but it seemed impossible. At the same time, she had completely run out of any space as her father had insistently continued pressing forward, bumping her head against the back of the fridge: there was nowhere left for her to go!

She felt a little panic rise in her chest as the wild breeding stallion behind her began to impatiently hump against her tailhole, sharp little bursts of frightening pain making her heart race.

“W-wai… ungh!” She squeaked, her wings fluttering. She went silent as she heard no response from her usually kind and caring dad but a small whinny… a loud puff of air from his flaring nostrils as he began to press into her…

He was possessed now: fully animalistic as he sought to bury his big, fat cock in her like the big, male, power-stallion he was.

Apogee shivered again, as she did the only thing left to her: surrender. Her body uncoiled as she realised that her father was her stud… and she was his broodmare… his little cocksleeve… there to be dominated… to be bred… to be fucked by him.

Her body relaxed as she felt herself melting into the situation, the little pain of the sharp thrusts against her spreading asshole and the little bumps of her head against the fridge fading to nothing against the the reassurance and pleasure of being her stallion’s broodmare.

She felt her tongue slip from her mouth and her eyes droop to a half-lidded gaze as her tight pucker slowly, agonizingly, spread wider with each thrust, getting closer and closer to permitting the drooling flare to enter its steaming-hot pink interior.

Apogee moaned out, trying to hump backwards slightly to force the fat, dark-brown knob into her, totally blind to any pain as she was flooded with endorphins.

A hearty *SMACK* filled the air as one of Jet’s hooves slapped down against her rump with ferocity, leaving a red mark as he drove forward with his most insistent push yet, slamming forwards with a loud whinny…

Finally Apogee’s tight, filly, muscular ring of flesh parted and let his ridge slide into her forbidden interior.

“F-FUCK! You’re so fucking tight!” Jet groaned, feeling his fat cock absolutely vicegripped by his daughter’s tight anal tunnel. He pressed forward, his daughter’s ass accepting more and more of the stallionhood thrusting into her.

“Un-ungh! Y-yes! B-buck my ass!” Apogee groaned out, the strange feeling of being so impossibly filled in such a naughty part of her body.

Jet obliged her, continuing to buck his daughter, taking his hooves off of the frame of the refrigerator and placing them on the back of his little girl’s back as he continued thrusting into her butt. Jet couldn’t believe it, the incredible feel of his daughter’s impossibly tight, hot, twisting rear love-tunnel. He slipped another slick inch of his girthy cock into her, making her squeak, tense up and completely lock down on his shaft.

“Un-ungh! L-loosen up!” He groaned, each thrust now moving his entire daughter’s body, once again bumping her against the tight confines of the chilly fridge… but both were too caught up in the unique and seductive pleasure of their forbidden sex to give much care to anything but their frenzied coupling.

Apogee’s eyes began to roll up into her head as she felt the tell-tale wash of dopamine begin to flood her senses, as her burning hot clitoris winked out and mashed against the freezing surface of one of the fridge’s shelves. She felt her tight filly-hood clenching, gripping, as if trying to milk a phantom stallionhood, even though her dad’s cock currently driving deep into her ass.

“F-fuck! I’m cum… cumming!” Apogee felt the rippling sensations of dancing electricity crashing through her again, as she wet herself, the fridge, and her father with a splash of filly-cum… the hot juice contrasting sharply against the cold fur of their legs.

Jet groaned loudly as he felt his little girl’s tailhole lock tight around him with her orgasmic gripping, the convulsions clenching and releasing around the head of his cock - the only part that he could fit into her… but it was enough to push him over the edge.

He grunted, as Jet felt a throb through his penis, his flare trying and failing to fatten inside his little girl, as the sheer tightness prevented the required blood from rushing into his cockhead to make it expand.

“UNgh! Oh Celestia!!!” Jet screamed, as his shaft throbbed to no avail. Apogee’s clenching tightness was preventing him from ejaculating, and the pain of his denied orgasm was a mix of excruciating pleasure and pain, making stars explode in his vision…

“Oh… oh… Daaaaddeee…” Apogee groaned, her orgasm finally starting to subside, the spraying juices becoming a trickle as she slumped to the shelf in the fridge and her tongue lolled out of her mouth as her muscles completely relaxed.

Finally, coaxed by the incredibly tight muscles that had not yet relaxed, Jet felt his flare harden and twitch, the newfound rigidity finally allowing his boiling cum to burst from his cock. The sense of overwhelming relief was incredible and made his breath completely catch in his lungs.

Splatter after splatter of juice filling his daughter’s asshole, still plugged by his cockhead.

Apogee grinned slightly in her ecstacy, lazily sucking in the drool that dripped from her mouth as she felt her father twitching and groaning behind her as her butt was flooded with warmth… it made her so happy to know that she had totally satisfied her stallion - she wriggled her butt, trying to do everything she could to enhance this perfect moment for her beloved Dad as he continued to shudder and convulse inside her.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

A burst of sound came from the front door, and Jet and Apogee hopped up in absolute fright both bonking their heads on the inside of the fridge’s roof in sheer panic.

Apogee looked up at her father with fear in her eyes… His cock was still in her asshole and there was someone at the door!? Maybe it was just a coincidence? Or a figment of their imagination? It was the middle of the night after a-

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

Uh oh.

11:15 PM - Main Floor - Current score: Apogee 13 || Jet 11

“J-just a second!!!” Jet shouted nervously toward the unknown visitor. He started turning awkwardly in the kitchen, as Apogee maneuvered underneath him. They were both awkwardly and delicately trying to carefully remove the fat plug of rigid cock from the teen-filly’s asshole.

“W-wait… c-careful Dad!” Apogee scolded as her father pulled himself out of her a little too sharply. Jet groaned as their union was severed with a squelching *POP*, before he finally came free from her tight tailhole. Apogee twitched slightly, as the act sent a little sharp twinge of pain through her butt as she rubbed her delicate plot to ease the sudden pain.

“S-sorry hun!” Jet grimaced, apologizing meekly.

Apogee frowned, grumbling at her father as she continued to rub her butt, massaging away any remaining pain. “Sheesh~! Just go already! They’re still waiting for you, whoever it is!”

Jet quickly trotted toward the front entrance, grabbing a nearby tea towel from where it was hanging on the handle of the oven: he needed something to cover himself before opening the door.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

Jet scampered over to the door, hurriedly reaching out to undo the deadbolt… but just as he was about to touch the unlocking toggle, he was surprised to hear the sound of a key sliding into a lock and clicking the bolt open on its own.

Thinking quickly, Jet reached forward and put his hoof on the doorknob, strategically positioning himself behind the door so as to prevent it from being fully opened… as well as making sure that he couldn’t reveal his… lower-half… In his current state if he was exposed, it would prove to be quite embarrassing: he was still rock hard and dripping pre-cum despite the fact that his heart was beating out of his chest with sheer terror…

Just who was behind the door!?

The door creaked open a leg length before Jet jammed his shoulder against it and poked his head out into the gap… more than a little bit annoyed that somepony would dare to burst in to his private domicile so rudely.

“Excuse me! Just who do you thin-”

Jet paused, his mouth open in a mixture of shock and relief when he saw his attorney, Diamond Gavel, caught in the act of telekinetically pushing in his door, her emergency key to his apartment still in her hoof.

The grey furred unicorn looked up in surprise. “Oh! So you were able to hear me? Sorry boss, I couldn’t tell, what with all the moaning and screaming I’ve been hearing for the past 20 minutes standing out here.”

Jet swallowed deeply, trying to clear his throat and compose his thoughts. For the past day, he’d been so engrossed in his and Apogee’s wild sexual adventure… he’d pretty much forgotten that there was even a world outside his door - away from his daughter’s dripping fillyhood.

“D-diamond!? Wh-what are y-you…” Jet began, still trying to keep the door jammed against being fully opened as he hid behind it’s edge, only letting his beautiful corporate attorney see his protruding face and head.

Diamond Gavel rolled her eyes behind her stylish glasses. “What am I doing here, boss? Seriously? You can’t tell me that you actually haven’t realised that you’ve racked up at least a dozen noise complaints from your downstairs neighbours so far this evening?”

Jet’s eyes widened, pupils shrinking as he came to a realization… all those screams, those thumping thrusts, the groans… the moans!

Diamond shook her head lightly, small strands of mane not done up into her bun flicking lightly over her professionally cut blazer. “I mean, really boss? I had to pull in a favor to send away a couple of cops not ten minutes ago who had been called in to bust the door down because they were sure somepony was being tortured in there!”

“Well, I wouldn’t say tortured…” Apogee’s voice snarked from behind Jet. The little filly had walked into the entrance hallway as well, eager to join the conversation.

“Hun, hush… please.” Jet whispered to Apogee, as he rubbed his temple with a free hoof. Jet’s eyes widened in panic again as he suddenly felt himself begin to slide back away from the door as Diamond Gavel’s telekinesis forced him back, pushing open the door to step partway inside nonchalantly.

“C’mon boss, let me in-” Diamond pushed her way further into the apartment’s entrance sighing as she did so, “I gotta make sure everypony in here is doing OK…” Diamond paused as she took her first lungful of air.

*Snkkrt - COUGH*

Diamond gavel’s nostrils flared in and out, her face scrunching up as she took in a noseful of the heavy, musky air of the condo. “Holy Celestia that smell! It’s like… pure… unadulterated… SEX… by Luna’s teats - that’s insane!”

Jet watched his attorney’s face go flush and her tail flick from side to side while he carefully closed the door behind her. He awkwardly shifted the tiny tea-towel in front of his body though it was woefully inadequate to the task of covering his rigid stallionhood. He took a hesitant little sniff of the air.

“Wh-what do you mean?” Jet could tell the air was a bit stale but…

“Are you kidding me, boss? The air smells like you crammed a busful of teen filly scouts headed to the emergency ‘spring heat session’ of Camp Friendship, and mixed it with a boatful of earth-pony sailors who have been at sea for 3 months… sheesh!”

Apogee lifted one of her wings, ducking her nose under her wing and smelling herself. “D-do I smell that bad?”

“It’s not just you, kiddo…” Diamond sighed as she walked by the little filly, as she noticed the conspicuous drippings falling from her behind. “It’s your father too…” Diamond peeked into the condominium, as if she were surprised that it was still in one piece, “Honestly, it as if both of you were hanging your sweaty plots over a space heater!”

Diamond turned to look at the little pegasus filly with sympathy. “Phew… are your heats always this heavy? I used to have some doozies when I was younger too.”

Apogee flushed, she hadn’t expected to suddenly have an intruder pop into the apartment and start asking her all sorts of questions and commenting on her and her father’s odors. She didn’t know where she got off thinking it was OK to act so… intimate.

“I-I… uh… it’s my f-first one…” Apogee blushed, suddenly feeling like a little foal in a room of grown-ups, shrinking under the gaze of both of the older ponies looking at her.

Jet spoke up, still hiding his throbbing erection with the ridiculously small towel. “I-I don’t understand it myself, Diamond… not that I’ve gone through that many heats with females… but I can tell you that I have never reacted like this before…”

“Speaking of, boss… you can drop the tea towel already… “ Diamond gave a little grin, “it’s nothing I haven’t seen before… and you just look ridiculous right now.”

Jet sighed, his shoulders sagging as her threw the tea towel aside, revealing his precum dripping, girthier than usual, dark-brown stallionhood… which promptly took that perfect opportunity to slap wetly against Jet’s belly, as if announcing its presence loudly to Diamond Gavel.

“W-woah… that seems… a little more… larger… er- I mean… ‘excited’ than I remember it being.” Diamond arched an eyebrow.

Jet went on quickly, coughing to cover his embarrassment. “Th-that’s what I was about to say… I don’t get it… I’ve never felt like this before, and we both downed a gallon of that bucking suppressant to boot…”

“Suppressant?” Diamond’s eyebrow arch went even higher, “Can I see it?”

Jet nodded and started toward the first-floor bathroom to find the bottle, only to have Apogee grab his arm as he walked by her.

She looked up at him, and whispered, “D-dad… just who is this mare? Wh-why is she here anyway?”

Apogee was getting more and more angry. Not only was this strange lady acting entirely too familiar with her and her father - it seemed Diamond knew all about the two of them somehow… Even more infuriating, she was now actively interrupting her very special time with her father… and her mare instincts were telling her to get this potential new competition out of here… now.

“It’s OK hun - Diamond is my right-hoof mare at EquestriAero… we can trust her…” Jet patted his daughter’s head fatherly, which only made Apogee more angry… how could her father treat her like a little foal in front of this woman!? “She’s a friend, hun.”

Jet trotted away, leaving the two mares to walk into the living room area with one another, Diamond smiling at Apogee in a friendly manner as the filly glared back at her with suspicion.

“Hey Apogee, grab a seat with me here! I’d like to chat for a minute, if that’s OK with you…” Diamond motioned at the couch, before she primly sat herself on one of the cushions and patted a spot next to her.

Still eyeing her with a suspicious glare, Apogee made a point of choosing the love-seat adjacent to Diamond’s offered spot, as if to explicitly tell Diamond that she did not trust her as far as she could throw her. Apogee plopped her damp bottom onto her seat, staring silently over the coffee table at Diamond, letting her sit in silence.

Diamond grinned a bit at the teenage filly’s antics. “You know, Apogee… we’ve actually met before! It was last year when you came to the office Hearths-Warming part-”

“Have you bucked my dad?” Apogee asked with a growl, cutting her off.

Diamond’s head pulled back in a bit of shock, her eyes widening slightly as she was caught off-guard. “Wh-what?” Diamond took a moment to consider the little filly and her situation, as she quickly realized what Apogee was probably thinking in her current addled state…

“Apogee… I’m not here to steal your Dad from you - I’m here to make sure both of you are safe, happy and well, nothing more. I’m a friend.” Diamond tried to give as genuine a smile as she could generate.

Apogee just glared more sharply. “You didn’t answer my question.” Her voice was icy and serious.

Diamond coughed again, slightly surprised at the forcefulness of the little filly.

“No…” She hesitated a half-moment, considering before completing her reply. “We never slept together. We have a strictly professional relationship… I wouldn’t ever permit anything different.”

Apogee’s eyes squinted, her glare becoming more intense, as she cocked her had, her body language clearly conveying that she wasn’t buying Diamond’s story. “Oh really? So how come you were able to ‘remember’ the regular look of my… my dad’s p-pe…” Apogee hesitated, she wasn’t some foal, she was a mare protecting her stallion from this… hussy! “…my dad’s cock!?”

Diamond sighed, rubbing her temple, knowing she’d been busted. “OK kid, cards on the table… your dad hit on me once years ago, we started making out… pretty hot and heavy - BUT then I found out who he was and stopped things… I didn’t want to earn any job on my back and made that clear to him… We never slept together…”

Now it was Diamond’s turn to use a more serious tone - and she had much more practice than the filly sitting across from her and being ice-cold and dead-set: “…and as long as I work for him we never will.” Diamond fixed Apogee’s eyes with hers, staring deeply into her face.

Apogee swallowed nervously, momentarily overwhelmed by this mare’s earnesty - she could tell that Diamond was telling the truth.

“Ah… here we go… I found it! It had rolled behind the sink.” Jet murmured, suddenly walking into the room while holding the bottle of medicine he’d gotten from the local apothecary that morning.

Diamond reached over and snatched the bottle with her telekinesis, as Apogee motioned her father over to sit next to her. Jet looked curiously at his daughter but didn’t hesitate to sit with her on the loveseat across from Diamond. He did arch an eyebrow when, as soon as he sat down, his daughter glomped him, wrapping him in a jealous hug.

“Hun… what’s gotten into you?” Jet extracted himself from his daughter after returning her embrace, still feeling very awkward to be so touchy-feely with his daughter in front of Diamond.

“N-nothing…” Apogee broke the hug, returning to her normal seated position but keeping a wing extended, effectively shielding Diamond from being able to see her father’s massive bobbing erection, even though she was pre-occupied inspecting the half-full bottle of medication.

“Uh…” Diamond hummed, turning the bottle about in her magic as she adjusted her glasses, still inspecting the strange symbology on the label, “you both know that this is an aphrodisiac on overdrive, right? This is a restricted medicine called ZESPER.”

Both Apogee and Jet stiffened. “What?” Both asked, at the same time.

“My Zebrican is a little bit rusty… but I’m pretty sure that this part says ‘Do not consult a shaman if your erection lasts longer than 6 hours - this is a normal side-effect.” She pointed at a short line of symbols. “Seriously, this stuff is illegal in half the cities in Equestria… who sold this to you as a suppressant!?” Diamond’s nostrils flared again. “There’s probably enough of the medication hanging about in the air from your sweat alone to dose two ponies for the whole weekend!”

Jet swallowed, “Uh… I got it from the place a couple of blocks away.”

Diamond grimaced. “Ah… yeah that’s a tiny outfit - not even worth suing for this screw-up, unless you feel like owning it I’d say it is best to just let this slide. But you guys both definitely took way too much of this stuff.”

Jet gulped. “Sh-should we go to the hospital?” He looked down at Apogee, more worried for her.

Diamond shook her head quickly, “No. Seems like this should wear off in another two or three hours. There shouldn’t be any deleterious effects according to this as long as…” Diamond looked at Apogee quickly, a nervous glance passing over her features, “You are on birth-control right?”

Apogee blushed heavily, pulling her wings around her slightly as if to shield herself from the embarrassment of the moment, before she nodded.

“Good, your father said that was the case.” Diamond looked over at Jet, unable to resist the desire to quickly inspect his bobbing dark-brown cock-head, no longer shielded by Apogee’s wing… Even as she glanced at it, a little spurt of clear pre-cum trickled from the swollen cock-slit, trailing over his flare and down the thick shaft, Jet gulped and blushed at the scrutiny.

Diamond blushed slightly, before putting the medication down on the coffee table, “…hm… and it seems like you’re lubricating enough for the amount of sex you’re having… nothing worse than a friction burn. But still - the medication mentions making sure to stay hydrated and lubricated.” Another little trickle of stallion pre-juices trickled over Jet’s fat flare, making Diamond wipe her mouth slightly with her hoof and her blush brighten across her features.

Apogee hopped up onto all fours with an angrily scrunched face, flaring her wings to once again shield her father’s meat from Diamond’s eyes. “H-hey! Stop ogling my dad!” She said defensively.

Diamond chuckled, seeing a little drip of filly-juice fall from between Apogee’s legs. “Seems like you’re still good too.”

Apogee just puffed her cheeks, annoyed at the mare’s confident intimacy with them.

Diamond ignored her glare and looked over at Jet pointedly. “Boss, can you go take a leak or grab us some drinks or something? I need to chat with your daughter alone for a second…”

Apogee growled, shaking her head angrily at Diamond’s request without letting her eyes leave the unicorn mare’s face.

Jet chuckled nervously, “A-actually Diamond, wh-what are you doing here? Beside the noise complaint?”

Diamond sighed before replying, “Mostly just making sure you were safe, really. But now that I’m here, I kind of have to make sure EVERYpony here is OK.” She fixed Jet with a quick glance, “I’ll be out of your mane in a minute, I just want to chat with your daughter.”

Jet nodded slowly, standing up. He was almost stopped by Apogee reaching out a hoof to stop him, as she looked up at him with a pleading face. “D-dad?”

“Just answer Ms. Gavel’s questions, hun. Won’t take a moment, OK?” He bent down and gave her a little peck on the cheek, “Love ya, hun.”

Jet quickly flapped his wings, turning the corner into the kitchen into the corner. “Just let me know when you two are finished with your mare-talk…”

There was a few moments of silence between Apogee and Diamond as they sat silently on the couch, before Diamond spoke up.

“So - you really love your Dad, huh?”

Apogee blushed, nodding her head silently.

“I won’t bother you too much about this, kiddo… sheesh is it just me or is it kind of warm in here?” Diamond pulled at her shirt collar before she stood up quickly, shifting over to Apogee’s loveseat, taking a seat next to her so she could be closer. “I just want to make sure that you are OK here.” Diamond looked carefully at Apogee’s eyes for any sign of distress in her response.

“O-of course I’m OK!” Apogee huffed, somewhat insulted. “My d-dad loves me like crazy - he’s the one who would make sure I’m OK if there was a problem - not you…”

Diamond nodded, holding up a hoof defensively. “I get you kid, I really do. You must realize that it’s not the most common scenario for fillies and their fathers to do… this kind of thing.”

Apogee huffed. “So what!? It’s not common for all sorts of different things to happen! I love my dad! And he loves me!”

Diamond persisted, patting Apogee’s leg. “I understand - but are you sure it isn’t just your heat talking? That it isn’t just the aphrodisiac? There’s nothing to be embarrassed about - hay, even I’m starting to get a little warm, just from the damn smell in this place - a little filly like you could easily be overwh-”

“NO! No.” Apogee shouted, then sighed. “I’ve… I’ve thought about this for a long time. It… it just sort of happened this weekend… but I’ve wanted it to happen for a lot longer than that.”

Diamond nodded, rubbing Apogee’s leg and getting a little closer. “OK kiddo… gotta admit, you’ve got a lot of courage. I just want to let you know… if you ever feel confused or like you need somepony to talk to or help you… just think of me as an older sister you can rely on…”

Apogee looked over at Diamond gavel with a curious glance. The mare was smiling at her with such friendship… she was beautiful too, and she smelled amazing - just a hint of vanilla…

“I… I’m here for…” Diamond whispered, her hoof starting to make rubbing circles along Apogee’s knee, slowly moving to her thigh as both their eyes began to dip reflexively.

Apogee felt her heart thumping. Was this really happening? This mare was suddenly leaning in to kiss her! Apogee nervously started to closer her eyes as the comforting touch of the The unicorn’s hoof was tracing up her thigh getting incredibly close to… Apogee squeaked, her wings shooting out in a mixture of excitement and surprise.

Diamond’s eyes suddenly shot open and she blushed brightly, snatching her hoof back. “Holy hay! I’m - I’m so sorry!” She stood up quickly, her tail whisking back and forth in agitation. “I was about to - oh my gosh.”

She called out quickly to Jet in the other room. “B-boss! I g-gotta go!”

Apogee sat there stunned and blushing - she’d almost kissed a mare!

Diamond looked over her shoulder at Apogee with a sympathetic smile. “S-sorry kiddo, it’s just… it was all the damn smell and meds hanging in the air… I mean… you’re cute and all… but I w-wouldn’t… an-anyway… back to what I was saying: I was serious if you ever need somepony to talk to.”

Apogee just nodded, still embarrassed, as Diamond quickly tried to flee the awkward situation.

Jet trotted in from the kitchen, intercepting his attorney on her way back toward the door. “Everything OK, Diamond?”

Diamond glanced over at her boss, her hungry eyes tracing over the massive erection bobbing under his belly. Her nostrils flared as she caught another heady whiff of his stallion-essence, his masculine musk. She couldn’t help but lick her lips while looking at his strong jawline and…

Diamond felt her tail bobbing up in the air, having unconsciously flagged up in preparation to be bred by the hunk in front of her… She slapped her face quickly with her hoof, taking a breath and holding it as she trotted more quickly toward the front door to make her escape.

“Y-yes boss! All’s well I just gotta get out of here before this damn scent gets to me…” She turned away from Jet in the entrance hallway, reaching out toward the doorknob with a shaky hoof.

Jet’s eyes widened as he saw his attorney’s plot - her rear end fully exposed to her because her tail had flicked seductively up in the air, revealing her plump marehood, slightly slickened with her growing arousal… he’d never seen her like this.

“Diamond are you… OK?” Jet swallowed, reaching out with a hoof to touch his attorney’s flank reassuringly. The moment he grazed her skin she groaned out suddenly.

“Hnngg… oh Celestia!” Diamond moaned, as she shivered suddenly. The unicorn mare’s fat clitoris throbbed out of its hiding place three times in rapid succession, each time flashing the tight, twisting pink heat of her clenching marehood to her boss. On the third powerful wink, Diamond felt a squirt of mare-juice splatter to the floor.

She’d just wet herself.

She tore open the door, escaping outside and quickly turning around with a burning blush on her face: she was furious with her body for betraying her… totally embarrassed.

“B-boss… this never happened, understand!” She pointed a hoof at Jet and then shakily at the splotch of clear liquid she’d left on her employer’s entrance hallway. “I… I’m sorry! I’ve got to go now… be careful…”

Jet nodded, trying not to chuckle at the normally well composed attorney’s cracked facade.

“I-I’ll send the cleaners… on M-Monnnngghhh… Oh haaay…” She groaned out again, and Jet saw another squirt of liquid pitter to the floor behind Diamond Gavel. “…hngg… Celestia’s fiery teats that Zebra stuff is insane, boss… just the smell! You should pour the rest of that crazy brew down the drain…”

A red-faced Diamond Gavel slammed the door before Jet could lambaste her with a witty repartee.

Jet was about to burst into laughter as he turned away from his door… before he was knocked to the floor.

He’d just been hit by a blur of diminutive, pure yellow-blue speed.

11:45 PM - Entrance Hallway - Current score: Apogee 13 || Jet 11

Jet was caught in a tumble of limbs, fur and feathers as he was tackled to the floor in a heavy heap, the world rolling about crazily in his vision before ending up on his back.

“Wh-wh… hmnnfgh?” Jet’s protest was instantly cut off by a heavy weight landing on his hips and a pair of lips smushing themselves into his.

Apogee had quickly scampered so that she was mounting him, currently thrusting her muzzle into his. His lips were assaulted by a hot, pink tongue lashing at the entrance to his mouth, trying to force its way inside… and as soon as he tried to say something in protest it did. Apogee’s tongue ran with enthusiasm through his mouth - playing over his teeth and wetly tangling with his own.

Jet tried to push himself up off the floor, putting an elbow underneath himself to try to gain some more leverage. But he had no chance against the filly in the superior mounted position, he was slammed down onto his back as his daughter’s hooves pressed themselves down onto his shoulders, perfectly positioned in such a way as to make it even more difficult for him to budge even with a light amount of leverage… leaving him completely at the mercy of the little teen-filly was pouring herself into the kiss being applied, grasping and yearning for more.

Just as he found himself running out of breath, Apogee broke their embrace, pulling back to stare down at her father. A little strand of saliva still connecting her lower lip to his.

“Hmm… I like seeing you put in your place, dad: underneath me…” Apogee wriggled her hips, making Jet look down to see her filly-hood’s protruding clitoris grinding against the top side of his shaft. He moaned, a trickle of hot filly-juice spilling onto his nethers as his daughter pleasured herself on top of him.

“I think you were spending a little too much time looking at that other mare, Daddy.” Apogee growled sultrily, as she continued to grind her haunches against her supine father. “…and I think you might have forgotten…” Apogee lifted her butt up slightly, taking one hoof from her father’s shoulders, bringing it down to grip her father’s thick shaft and maneuver his girthy cockhead so that it was aligned with her snatch. “…that you belong to me, Dad. And I’m NOT letting you go!!”

…

Jet looked at his 5-year old daughter nervously, fear in his eyes… He was taking her flying for the first time today.

According to the books he’d read throughout the previous night, including: ‘Pegasus Parenting for Dummies’ and ‘Your First Flight: Learning to Glide the Modern Way’ …it was apparently better if this was done by the mother of the pegasus foal… but Jet knew the odds of THAT happening were slim to none.

So instead, he had spent the entire morning taking Apogee through the basics: explaining to her how her little wings worked, how it was normal to be scared and that he’d teach her as slow or fast as she wanted…

The little filly had not hesitated one bit! She was practically bouncing with energy at the idea that she could be flying on her own by the end of the day. Jet had even had to quickly grab her when she had immediately tried to jump off the edge of the cliff edge that they’d hiked up to… he was realizing very quickly that he was the nervous one, not his daughter.

“C’mon Daddy!” His little pipsqueak whined, “Show me how to zoom about already! Just like the WONDERBOLTS do!” The little Apogee danced on her hooves as she begged her father to more quickly consult the reference materials he was flipping through, and just get to the business of actually showing her how to fly.

“Uh… o-ok hun… I guess we can do some… assisted gliding?” Jet had thumbed several chapters forward through his manual… Apogee obviously wouldn’t need any of the multiple chapters on not needing to be afraid, or any of the multiple other chapters on postmodernist views of child rearing… he remembered his mother practically pushing him off a cliff with almost no warning… these overly complicated, feelings-heavy, new-age methods were just frustrating! Just get to the action already!

Apogee clambered up onto her father’s shoulders, peeking over to see the page that he was reading, which showed a diagram of a little pegasus being held by a grown pegasus in a hug, belly to belly, as they soared through the sky. The grown-up was on the bottom, letting the foal experience the sensation of normal flight, without the risk. The description under the diagram read ‘Holding your foal in your arms will make them feel safer than riding on your back.’

“OOO! Let’s do that daddy!” Apogee squee’d bouncing back and forth on the ground before grabbing her father’s hoof and dragging him to the cliff’s edge.

“Apogee, w-wait a second!” Jet scolded as he tried to quickly scan the remainder of the page - there was a whole half chapter on the different potential long-term effects of holding with both arms versus one arm and…

“Whee! Here I go daddy!”

Jet looked up to see his daughter jump off the cliffside, still holding his hoof…

Not AGAIN!

“Apogee!” Jet jumped after his daughter, barely keeping hold of her hoof to pull her back to his chest in a tight hug, before he extended his wings, allowing him to start his glide before they both plummeted out of the sky.

“Yaaaaahoooooo!” Apogee cheered from his chest, where he was clenching her, squeezing her so tightly that it felt like he might break his ribs.

They soared through the sky, the blue background punctuated by only a few white fluffy clouds: perfect flying weather.

Jet breathed easier, his heart finally slow down… the incredible sense of terror finally abating. He flipped onto his back, so that Apogee would be right side up and could get the complete experience of gliding.

“D-dad! Y-you’re hurting me: you’re squeezing too hard!” Apogee groaned, shuffling and shifting in his grasp, pushing away with her hooves against his chest to try to break free… despite the fact they were thousands of feet up in the air.

“Apogee!” Jet almost shouted, anger rising now and replacing the fear that he had felt before. “You SCARED me. You CAN’T do that! I thought I was going to lose you!” He growled, looking down at the little filly perched on his chest, who had just extended her wings to catch some of the rushing air for herself.

Completely unperturbed, with a giant smile on her face, the little filly just looked up at her father and grinned. “Don’t be a scaredy-pony daddy! I was holding your hoof, and I’m holding you now… don’t worry I promise I’m not letting you go!”

Jet sighed, looking at his little girl, clenched so tightly to his body as she rode on his belly, her mane whipping about her face in the stream of air.

…

Apogee’s mane was whipping about her head, similar to all those years before… only this time she was riding her father’s fat cock right down to its very base. Jet was pinned in unmoving bliss, his little girl’s hooves keeping him stuck to the ground as her tight, filly-snatch clenched at his shaft, now fully hilted inside of her.

“B-buck yes! …you like that, daddy?” Apogee groaned, wriggling her hips slightly again, teasing Jet while riding him. “You like my tight little pussy wrapped around your big, fat cock?”

Jet blushed, it was strange to hear his daughter being so aggressive again… but he liked it. He was about to open his mouth to reply, when Apogee took the opportunity to lean in and drive her tongue into his mouth again.

Apogee’s tongue was dominating his all while her hips kept insistently thrusting and humping against his pelvis, trying to jam more of his thick stallionhood impossibly into her snatch. Apogee’s hooves wrapped around his shoulders as she pulled herself against him with ferocious strength, mashing their chests against one another as she pressed her muzzle deeper and deeper into his face, jamming her tongue as far down his throat as she could.

Jet’s throaty groan was lost in his daughter’s kiss as she began to insistently grind on the base of his shaft, riding him to oblivion until finally… inevitably… he could take no more.

He began to feel himself loosing hot rope after rope of cum into his daughter again. Jet’s eyes rolled lazily in his face… but he could still see Apogee break their kiss and look down at him, chuckling softly as he unleashed into her.

“Yes, yes Daddy… that’s it…!” Apogee giggled, grinding her winking clit into his pubic bone to coax more of Jet’s orgasm from his fat stallionhood, “Give it all to me… give me all of it Daddy…” Jet moaned, as he felt his daughter’s cunt milking another burst from his aching flare, embedded deep inside her…

“Good boy, Daddy… I told you: I’m never letting go…”

1:45 AM - Bathroom Floor - Current score: Apogee 20 || Jet 18

The entrance hallway was empty… but there was evidence of the pair’s sexual congress throughout the apartment. Clattered pots, disheveled hanging pictures, and spatters and splatters of unspeakable juices everywhere.

Currently, the tumultuous pair had made their way to the first floor bathroom on their sexual adventure…

Jet was moaning out as he thrust forward, still mounted over top of his daughter, making her slide on her back against the cool tiles of the bathroom floor.

His cock wasn’t buried inside her, though it had been for most of the past few hours - somehow they had ended up with his little girl on his back, and Jet’s fat stallionhood resting on her belly, partially nestled against her small tits. Apogee quickly crossed her legs, trapping his rigid penis between her thighs, pulling him tightly against her sopping pussy before encouraging her father to continue thrusting - allowing him to perform outercourse with her soft inner thigh fur.

“C-come on, Dad… f-fuck my legs!” Apogee chuckled, sticking her tongue out at her father, still hovering over top of her.

Jet grinned and grabbed his daughter’s legs, using them as leverage to start thrusting back and forth. “Like this?”

Apogee laughed as she began sliding backward on the bathroom floor, reaching her hooves down to stroke the top of her father’s cock, as he fucked her hard through the junction of her legs, his length rubbing over her sensitive nipples and across her sticky, damp belly fur.

“You’re gonna make a mess on my face again, dad.” Apogee pouted, still sticking her tongue out playfully.

Jet grinned, picking up the pace of his thrusting, the flare of his cock reaching up almost to his daughter’s chin as he slammed his hips against the cushion of her butt.

“Better believe I will, hun!” Jet grimaced, as his flare began to fatten.

2:30 AM - Living Room - Current score: Apogee 21 || Jet 20

Apogee collapsed on her back, panting, her weight resting on top of the coffee table in the living room.

She let out a light mewl as she felt her father pull out of her still-twitching pussy, making an audible *pop* as it did so.

Apogee could hear her father stand up to walk drunkenly toward the kitchen, patting her lovingly on her sweaty head as he passed her. She turned her neck to watch him, his softening cock hanging floppily beneath his barrel, leaving a dripping, wet trail of cum behind, as it dripped in sticky strands from his flare’s tip.

“Want a water hun?” Jet asked as he opened the fridge, grabbing two bottles of water. Apogee grunted and nodded, prompting Jet to toss her one. She squeaked in surprise, barely managing to catch it on her stomach: she was still too exhausted to sit up.

Apogee cracked open the top, tossing aside the little plastic cap before lifting it to her muzzle and tilting it back to drink it down. She almost choked: it was hard to drink from a supine, upside down position… but she thirstily began to swallow down the crisp, clear water without even pausing to take a breath.

Jet trotted back over from the kitchen, feeling his heartbeat pounding in his chest… for some reason he found it incredibly sexy to watch his little girl swallow down mouthful after mouthful of water while still on her back… he found himself quickly stiffening and his stallion-like energy returning with each little swallow of water by Apogee, as each bulge of liquid slid down his girl’s slender throat.

Apogee finally broke the seal between her mouth and the bottle with a little pop, letting out a hearty, satisfied sigh.

Jet grinned, naughtily… he couldn’t help himself. Stepping up so that he was straddling his daughter’s head beneath him, he let his sticky, half erect cock land heavily next to his daughter’s head with a wet, heavy *THWAP*.

Apogee tilted her head to the side, seeing her father’s thick, drooling meat there, and licked her lips.

…

Apogee and Diz were sitting in the library chuckling.

Between the two 14-year old fillies was an open magazine, carefully positioned inside a textbook, ready to be quickly covered up in case some enterprising teacher were to decide to inspect this forgotten section of the library.

“Holy hay Diz! How can they… how can she fit all of THAT in her mouth?” Apogee laughed, pointing with a hoof at a picture on the PlayColt magazine, which showed a beautiful unicorn mare holding a stallion’s shaft against her muzzle.

A blushing Diz shook her head before mumbling quietly, “I don’t know… it seems WAY bigger than the ones that Ms. Kindnicker showed us during that boring lecture in health class.”

Apogee chuckled, flipping the page. “Yeah, but I bet they only show smaller ones in the health class text books and films Diz. They do that so none of the colts don’t feel self-conscious…” She flipped another page and felt her wings extend outward in excitement as she pointed and exclaimed, “Woah! Look at this one Diz! She fit it ALL the way in!” The unicorn mare in question had taken the stallion’s cock all the way to his hilt inside her throat.

“W-woah.” Diz murmured. “B-but you were saying… Th-the one in cl-class are smaller? Real ones are THIS big?” She asked, somewhat scared, her hoof pointing to a VERY well endowed stallion, about to mount the beautiful mare.

Apogee nodded conspiratorially. “Yeah, at least… I think so… I saw my dad’s once when he was getting out of the shower - it was AT LEAST as big as these ones…” Apogee flipped the page again.”Haven’t you ever seen your one of your brothers pop a stiffy? You MUST have at least once.”

Diz blushed even harder. “No I haven’t Gee! And I wouldn’t LOOK! Sheesh, whenever sex stuff comes up you can be such a perv, Apogee…” Diz swallowed nervously, looking at the picture before going on, “An-and… if uh… colt… ‘weenies’ are all really THAT big… m-maybe I’m n-not interested in all this sex stuff. That must HURT!” Diz pointed at a picture of the unicorn mare, her mouth, tailhole AND marehood stuffed with thick stallion cock.

“I guess it IS a little scary looking…” Apogee admitted, But she seems to be liking it…” Apogee pointed at the drooling face of the mare. “Besides, it’s PROBABLY not as hard to fit one in as you are thinking it is… like… you eat those bananas every day…”

Diz looked over at her friend skeptically through her thick glasses. “Apogee… seriously?” She crossed her arms.

“What?”

“Well, for one… THOSE,” she pointed at the stallionhoods on the next page, partially captured in frame with rigid exploding over the unicorn mare’s face, “aren’t bananas… and I don’t eat my bananas like THAT…” she pointed back at the mare, on her back, getting facefucked by one of the stallions… “and I don’t think we could even do THAT with a banana without choking!”

“You think so?” Apogee gulped nervously. She wanted to seem like a big mare, but all this sex stuff was so new, so scary… and so EXCITING too. “I g-guess I could try!” Apogee mumbled, blushing. “G-gimme one here!”

Diz just stared at her friend, open-mouthed, not believing that she would do something so ridiculous. Not wanting to wait any longer, Apogee just grabbed the banana despite her.

“Here goes!” The 14-year old school-filly lay back, bringing the phallic piece of fruit to her open mouth.

…

Jet felt his cock slide begin to slide into Apogee’s throat. He would never have imagined that he’d be able to fit into her before… in fact, every time she’d tried thus far, his impressive girth had been prevented from even getting close to making it inside her small mouth without scraping painfully against her teeth… let alone fitting deeper into her throat. It was only because of this new position on her back, as well as the fact that he wasn’t yet fully erect that he could even try this now.

“B-b-buck hun!” Jet groaned, playing with Apogee’s mane as his flare disappearing behind his daughter’s lips and slid deeper into his daughter’s throat… he could hear Apogee’s choking swallows as she began to messily drool from her mouth, her tongue wetly caressing the underside of his cock, all as a huge bulge appeared along her slender throat.

It wasn’t as tight as her ass, or as hot and clenching as her fillyhood… but for some reason knowing that he was facefucking his only daughter… that he was shoving his thick penis into her usually bright, cheerful, smiling face… that he was brutally taking her in such an animalistic way… it was just… incredibly hot.

Apogee’s eyes suddenly went wide with alarm as she felt her father’s half erect cock begin to stiffen and fatten in her, his returning thickness closing her throat off and making her start to cough and choke.

“Oh BUCK, sorry hun!” Jet quickly tried to withdraw his stallionhood, the throbbing width of his erection almost becoming trapped in his daughter’s slender esophagus as he raced against his quickly fattening cock to withdraw from her before he became stuck.

Apogee moaned with fear as she felt her jaw stretching painfully wide as her father grew and expanded in her. Just as it seemed she would be choked by his stud-flesh, just as she began to panic… she felt her her father’s flare pop out of her throat, letting her get a desperately needed breath of heavily cock-scented air… but he was still trapped in her mouth!

Apogee moaned inaudibly as the still growing flare continued to wrench her mouth open, until her teeth were digging ever so slightly into Jet’s tender flesh… it was only with a painful and well timed slip that he was able to extract himself from his daughter’s little muzzle, and not without some painful scratches for him and a sore jaw for her.

Apogee worked her jaw back and forth tenderly, trying to get some blood flow back into her muscles as she shook her head. She looked over at her father, who was massaging his poor, abused delicate flare…

“Hehe… guess they are bigger than bananas…” Apogee chuckled, much to Jet’s confusion.

3:15 AM - Living Room - Current score: Apogee 25 || Jet 22

“Buck, buck, buck, BUCK BUUUUCK ME!”

*WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP*

The sounds of wet sex filled the apartment. A cacophony of Squelching, dripping, slapping, and moaning.

It was pure concentrated lust.

“Hnnghh… f-fuck! Y-yes! M-more!”

*CRASH* *Tinkle*

The sound of a picture being dislodged from a wall and falling to the floor added to the erotic cacophony, as two sweaty thrusting bodies bumped back and forth in the room, oblivious to their surroundings, totally engrossed in each other and their throbbing, panting exertions.

Jet waddled around awkwardly on two hooves, wings outstretched for balance. His teenage daughter was currently being carried belly-to-belly against him, her rear legs locked around his waist and forelegs wrapped around his neck as she tried to desperately clutch her father while continuing to bounce on his stallionhood.

“F-fuck daddeee I’m… hngh… yes!” Apogee squaked out, ducking her head underneath her father’s chin and pressing her nose into his chest. Apogee shivered and spasmed, muscles tensing and firing in bizarre frequencies as she began to orgasm around his hot penis again. Struggling not to pass out from the sheer pleasure, she took in deep lungfuls of air, each inhaled breath drawn from her nostrils currently pressed into Jet’s chest fur filled with his sweaty, potent musk. She groaned, tightening the muscles of her leg lock, allowing her pussy to clench and spasm on as much of her father’s cock as it could accept.

“D-damn hun, it’s s-so f-fucking GOOD!” Jet moaned, the tight, twisting love tunnel seeming to be perfectly shaped for his cock gripping and quivering around him. He stumbled forward, slamming his daughter’s back against the wall and driving the wind momentarily from her with the force of the impact before he started thrusting with erotic brutality into her orgasmic fillyhood.

“D-dad, dad, dad!” Apogee moaned, as her father thudded her into the wall again and again.

They started slinking lazily toward one side, partially off-balance, as her back slid against the drywall, leaving a streak of greasy sweat as an artefact of their passion.

“Ap-ap… APOGEE!” Jet gripped hard with his hooves, feeling them sink into the tender flesh of his daughter’s ass, her weight still supported by his aching arms. It was getting harder and harder to cum for his little girl - more often than not over the past hour, he would just feel his flare thicken with a burning and painful heat… a throbbing build up with no final relief, though every part of his daughter’s teenage body was begging him to release more of his spunk.

“Dad!?” Apogee licked at the bottom of her father’s neck, “C’mon! G-give it to me!”

Jet groaned, felt his balls began to spasm and twitch, felt his stallionhood jerking and twitching inside the sopping, dripping love-flesh he wanted nothing more than to burst his juices into… but nothing came.

HIs mind exploded in stars and he was slammed by the same brutally strong rush of dopamine that flooded through his system. It was only because of this intense adrenaline still surging through his system that he didn’t drop his little girl, as all his muscles went spongy and relaxed… but he still couldn’t feel the sweet release of ejaculation - only aching throbs…

A dry orgasm.

“Hnnnnggh!!!” Jet groaned, stumbling again to the left and twisting.

One of Apogee’s outstretched wings batted the back of the large plasma TV, but she didn’t notice: her entire being was focused on the complex and twisting velvety insides of her vagina, where her father’s thickened flare currently throbbed inside of her jerking and clenching… without spurting and filling her with the warmth she so badly desired.

“B-buck!!!” Jet moaned into his daughter’s mane, gritting his teeth.

The large TV Apogee had brushed tilted ever so slowly, tipping past the inevitable point before crashing to the ground with a twinkle of sparks and a clattering of glass.

Apogee instinctively flapped her wings with a powerful thrust, lifting her partway from her father and starting to separate their joined bodies… but Jet instinctively reacted as well: every stallion instinct inside of him telling him he needed to remain buried inside his broodmare… needed to ensure that he got as deep as possible, regardless of whether his orgasm was dry or not.

So Jet flapped his wings just as hard.

Both pegasi lifted off, their surprised escape causing them to fly suddenly up to the condo’s second story landing where they landed in a tangle of limbs and wings. Apogee ended up pinned under her father, still finishing the final panting thrusts of his orgasm, each seeming desperate to pound his little girl’s hips into the floor beneath her.

His humping slowed, and Jet felt the agonizing relief of the smallest trickle of watery cum release from his aching testicles, before collapsing all of his weight onto his little filly, and letting out an exhausted sigh.

…

A moment passed.

…

Then Apogee began to hump back up against him again…

4:00 AM - Living Room - Current score: Apogee 28 || Jet 22

Apogee squealed, looking out at the bright lights of the city below twinkling happily like little exploding stars.

The cool wind of the early morning air flowed through her mane, making it dance in little waves, the dryness of the desert air evaporating much of the dampness that had built up throughout the night in her sweaty fur. Her hooves were planted firmly on the railing of the glass balcony: the penthouse suite had a beautiful unobstructed view of Las Pegasus.

But Apogee wasn’t focused on the view.

“It-its… Hng… So.. Hngh! …GOOD… Mff! …Dad.” She chuckled, her statement interrupted by the soft thrusting of the stallion currently mounted, traditional pony-style, on top of her.

She sighed as she felt her father slip a little deeper into her vaginal depths in response, before wriggling her hips to let him know his reply was well-received. Jet had gotten slightly less hard, slightly less engorged, had been acting ever so slightly less like a wild young colt for the past half hour - and Apogee was loving his slower pace.

Where before he had been a reckless wrecking ball of abandon… just smashing into her in a barrage of thick, overwhelming, maleness… he was now slightly slower, methodical, attentive…

Apogee shuddered as she felt her body quiver around her father once again, her little tailhole clenching and releasing multiple times as her tail lashed back and forth - her fillyhood was getting closer to cumming around her father once again.

She groaned out in sadness… once again it seemed like she was going to peak without any return from her father. Her body was achingfor more of his batter to fill her - it was bizarre, but without the feel of his hot sticky cum filling her, she felt like her own orgasms were hollow: her body needed his creamy essence to truly finish!

“I wonder if anypony can see you… can watch you getting pounded by your Dad out in the open.” Jet whispered into his filly’s ear, before nuzzling the back of her neck lovingly.

“D-dad!?” Apogee squeaked, as he slipped the medial ring of his stallionhood into her filly-lips. She looked nervously out at the city around them. Most of the other lights in the nearby apartment buildings were out, but there were the odd lit windows here and there… and out in the sky you could see some pegasi flying about… if any of them were to look this way…!

Apogee squeaked with fear, clenching up slightly and pulling her wings in as she simultaneously tucked her elbows in to her sides, trying to make herself as small of a little ball of fluff as possible.

‘If they look over here, they would see me getting f-fucked from behind, by my DAD - right out in the open!’ Apogee thought, suddenly mortified.

“Hahaha! So I guess my little filly isn’t an exhibitionist?” Jet laughed, having finally found something that made his daughter get flustered… he just had to tease her about this a little bit more…

“Could you imagine if somepony looks over here to see your Dad…” Jet thrust a little deeper, making a squelching sound as he sank into Apogee’s pussy from behind, “…making you cum all over his dick?”

Apogee stammered and blushed as she felt herself begin to convulse and squirm on her father’s large, invading penis. The embarrassment was just too much for her.

“D-d-dad! S-so embarrasssiiiinnnnng!” She moaned out into the night sky, as her orgasm overtook her. Her lovebud began to wink in and out, coaxing and rubbing her father’s stallionhood and sending her cum splattering over her father’s slowly swinging testicles.

“W-woah! Hun!” Jet reached down to grab his daughter’s hips - she had just removed her hooves from the balcony railing to cover her face, leaving her upper body totally unsupported and requiring Jet to catch her.

“Mmm… good girl…” He chuckled, feeling his daughter spasming and cumming on him once again, “let’s get you back inside then until you’re done…” he turned back toward the open balcony door, his daughter still suspended in the air as she came on him.

As he shuffled awkwardly back inside, he felt Apogee unclench around him, the loosening of her spasming muscles accompanied by the telltale sound of dripping filly-juice, which he now knew to associate with the relaxed, pleasure-filled phase of her orgasm.

“Unnnghh…” The filly in his grasp moaned from below, tone returning slowly to her muscles as she lazily looked over her shoulder at her father with a drunken goofy grin.

A wicked thought crossed his mind, and Jet couldn’t help himself - he quickly steeled his abdominal muscles and flexed as hard as he could, before turning back and stepping out of the open balcony door, as if to give a debauched show to the entire city… then he took his hooves off of Apogee’s hips, feeling her immediately tighten around him to prevent herself from sliding off.

“Look Las Pegasus, no hooves!”

Apogee squaked again, clenching up into a small ball of embarrassment, which allowed her to be just stable enough for the briefest of moments to be balanced, fully supported only by her father’s penis.

“D-DAD!” Apogee groaned in complete embarrassment.

4:10 AM - Second Floor Landing - Current score: Apogee 29 || Jet 22

“Aww, c’mon hun… it was funny!” Jet laughed.

“No. No it wasn’t.” Huffed an annoyed Apogee, her arms crossed as she sat on her haunches out in the landing, where she had run to in embarrassment after her father’s little exhibition. Her cute butt was planted grumpily on the wood floor, a small puddle of her juices having pooled under her.

Jet laughed, leaning back on his elbows against the interior railing of the staircase which looked out over the living room and kitchen area below. An impish grin was still plastered over his face: there was nothing he loved more than to tease his little filly, and he knew that he had scored a direct hit with his prank.

“Even worse! You didn’t even… c-cum… in me… again!” Apogee whined, before stamping a hoof.

“But you did!” Jet waggled his eyebrows, leaning over slightly while looking at his daughter lavisciously. He tensed and untensed his muscles, making his heavy erection bob up and down to slap against his belly. “I think it’s fair to say I won our little competition.”

Apogee huffed with annoyance - somewhere along the way she’d lost her domination of her father, and he’d taken back his cocky swagger and control. “D-dad! Jeez, it’s NOT funny!”

Jet sighed, leaning back and stroking his rigid stallionhood slightly in front of Apogee, his cockiness and playfulness having re-emerged slightly since his prank. “So what can I do to make it up to you, then?”

Apogee brought a hoof to her chin as she considered how best to extract revenge, then she chuckled… “Turn around.”

…

Jet stood up, and nodded over to Delta, “Can you watch Apogee for a second? I gotta take a leak.”

Delta just grunted, engrossed in the TV, as Jet stretched and trotted over into the bathroom.

‘Sheesh, that cider really goes right through me.’ He thought, as he lifted the toilet seat and stood up on his rear legs. He reached down with a hoof and massaged his sheath lightly, allowing his ‘little guy’ to flop out and begin to splash a noisy stream into the toilet.

“Are you doing a pee pee daddy?”

Jet almost jumped at the tiny little voice coming from next to him, but managed to keep the stream of urine headed into the bowl.

“A-apogee!?” He half yelled in surprise, looking down to see his 3-year old daughter curiously inspecting him. He tried his best to shield himself from her, she was still at the age where nudity didn’t matter, but there was something instinctively embarrassing about urinating in front of his cute daughter.

She pointed at his penis. “How are you doing that pee pee daddy? Don’t you need to sit down?”

Jet sighed. Little Apogee had just recently gotten fully toilet trained, and was extremely proud of her newfound skills… of course she would find this interesting… although Delta was SUPPOSED to be watching her right now.

“N-no Apogee, hun… colts and stallions can go… uh… pee pee from standing.” He explained, embarrassed at the interested scrutiny from his little daughter.

“Wow!” Apogee danced excitedly, “Can I do that too? I can grab my stool so I can stand tall enough!” She pointed at the little step stool nearby that she would normally use to be able to reach the rim to sit down.

“No hun, you… only colts and stallions with uh… wee-wees can aim well enough to do it while standing…” Jet murmured, embarrassed. He looked over at the door frame, where a bemused Delta had wandered over to watch their daughter tease him.

“Look mom! Dad’s aiming his pee-pee!” She chuckled.

“Uh huh, I see that kiddo.” Delta smirked, “almost unbelievable, even! Since he STILL manages to leave a mess on the seat half the time.”

Jet frowned at Delta… this wasn’t the time for jokes!

“Can I aim it for you, daddy?” Apogee asked, bouncing forward with energy and reaching her hooves out. ”I’ll do a good j-”

“NO!” Jet put a hoof on her forehead, keeping her from advancing, despite her whining and frustration to try to get to him anyway. He could hear Delta laughing her butt off in the doorway. “Little help please, DELTA!?”

Delta cleared the tears from her eyes, “Hahaha, c’mon kiddo… you take after your mom, trying to get your hooves on it right away - but you’ll have plenty of time to learn about it when you’re a bit older…” She wrapped a wing around Apogee, escorting her from the bathroom and leaving Jet in peace.

“Learn WHAT when I’m older, mommy?”

Jet smirked as he heard Delta groan… served her right.

…

Apogee walked up behind her nervous father, who had tucked his tail between his legs… it was obvious that he was expecting that his little girl would be doing something to retaliate… and he’d be damned if he exposed his tailhole to her right off the bat.

The tricky little Apogee had no plans for his butt at the moment, though. Standing up behind him, she wrapped her arms around her father’s hips, which allowed her hooves to come around on either side to grip his bouncing cock.

“A-apogee!?”

“I always wondered what it must be like to have one of these to stroke…” Apogee buried her head against her father’s back as she felt the stiff, thick heat between her hooves. She let herself slowly stroke her hooves up and down her father’s length. The contours, veins and slickness were becoming extremely familiar to her now. She’d almost memorized how the medial ring felt, how it throbbed slowly with his heartbeat… and her hooves weren’t the only body part that she had used to imprint these details in her mind…

“So I’ll be borrowing yours to try it out for a little spin, OK dad?” Apogee naughtily teased.

Jet groaned, feeling his daughter’s little filly hooves clumsily working up and down his shaft, forcing more and more blood along his stiff rod and up into his flare… he felt her kicking his legs wider, much like he’d done many times to her this evening - allowing her to flick her tail along his inner thigh and tickle his swollen testicles.

“H-how’s that feel, J-jet?” Apogee asked, using her father’s first name, trying to regain some of the power in their lusty romp.

Jet moaned, “I-it feels, good hun…” he grabbed her hoof and worked it further along the shaft to the sensitive flare of his cock, “…go all the way…”

“Call me Apogee, Jet.” Apogee whispered, planting a kiss on his back, feeling her confidence building as she began to find her assertiveness.

“A-apogee…” Jet moaned, as he felt one of his daughter’s hooves come off of his shaft, reaching down between his legs to softly grope at his balls, “I’m going… to…”

Apogee chuckled, starting to pump a little faster and harder. “Do it Jet… I want you to cum for me…”

Jet’s hooves reached down and gripped at his shaft, only to be slapped away by Apogee.

“Ah ah ah, keep your hooves off my dick, Dad! …this is mine to play with…”

Jet clenched the railing tightly… his aching balls had been recovering, building up, for the past 45 minutes… and while he’d been running a bit dry before… the short time off had definitely left him backed up once again… and he was about ready to burst.

“Ap-apogee, I’m cumming!”

Apogee felt the stallion in her hoof begin to buck and throb, accompanied by a massive grunt from her father, and she kept pumping… the first heavy splatter of cum blasted from his flare, splattering against the railing with a heavy spatter.

“F-fuck!!!”

Apogee quickly adjusted her aim, as her father twisted and groaned in her hooves, literally. She directed another blast up into the air so that it arced over the edge to splatter down below to the first floor of the apartment, leaving a creamy rope across the dark wooden floor near the kitchen.

“Ehehehe!” Apogee laughed naughtinly, directing the firehose of cum erupting in her hooves with sticky blast after sticky blast, “hee hee, let it all out, dad!”

A thick rope shot through the air, lending with a splatter across the kitchen island below. Another hit some odd photographs and little decorations on the coffee table, knocking them over with the powerful force of her father’s ejaculation.

“Hnnngh!!!”

“Keep going, Dad, shoot it all!” Another blast, splattering against the wall, dripping down with messy globule streaks. “All of it! That’s it!” Another blast this one aimed at her father’s chest, splattering against it messily and falling back to the floor.

“Good… good… “ she turned it to shoot it arching up into the air… where it hit the light fixture and fell dripping to the 1st floor below… “Yes! Yes, good boy… good dad!” A last squirt dribbled out over his flare, trickling over her hoof.

Jet slunk to the floor panting.

Apogee just lifted her sticky hoof to her mouth, licking up the batter that had accumulated there.

“Wow Dad, you made quite a mess…”

4:45 AM - Master Bedroom - Current score: Apogee 31 || Jet 24

The sweating and panting little filly clenched her father’s neck. Her eyes were drooping with tiredness as she was carried, princess-style, in her father’s arms.

“Th-thanks Daddy…” Apogee mewled, snuggling her muzzle into her father’s comfy, protective chest as he laid her gently onto his bed.

“Easy there hun, are you OK?” Jet asked, genuinely concerned. For the past hour, he had felt his own overpowering lust abate, the lingering effects of the powerful medication in the ZESPER concoction had tapered off and restored him to his normal faculties… and he was becoming worried about how his daughter was handling her own ‘cool-down’ from her exposure to the potent combination of estrus and medication that had fueled their two-pony bacchanalian orgy of sex.

“How are you feeling now?”

“Mmm… tired mostly,” the little pegasus filly rubbed her rump while chuckling, “… and my butt’s abit sore - thanks for that, by the way Dad…”

Jet blushed, as images and memories of how hard he’d fucked his little girl’s plot throughout the night rushed through his head. “N-not that, hun. I mean… how is your heat feeling… is your, uh, need dying down a bit?”

Apogee sighed, wriggling comfortably on the bed’s sheets and pillows as her father sat next to her. “It’s… it’s gone… that burning warmth isn’t throbbing so bad, like it was before… I think… I think it’s passed.” Apogee rubbed her tummy, remembering earlier times that night where her belly had been filled to satisfaction with her father’s batter.

Jet let out a breath of tension he’d been holding back, reaching out to stroke his daughter’s side tenderly with love. “Th-thank Celestia… h-hun… I just wanted to say…” Jet paused, collecting his thoughts, “I’m… I’m so sorry… for everything from Friday to now… NO father should ever have done something like this to his beautiful little girl.”

Apogee rolled her eyes and sat up, quickly slugging her father in the shoulder. “This again? I told you before… I wanted this, Dad… I mean, sure I didn’t plan for things to go down like… well… like this…” Apogee waved at the mess around them in the master bedroom, “…but don’t think for a second that I am anything but the happiest daughter in Equestria right now.”

Jet smiled softly, his breaking heart being slightly mended by the pure love being beamed at him from his little filly’s face.

“I love you, Dad. Thank you for all this… for being there for me…” Apogee nuzzled her father’s neck.

“I love you too, hun.” Jet sniffled slightly, his heart melting.

Apogee rolled away from him, putting her back against one of the pillows propped against the headboard. “D-dad… will you…” she blushed, spreading her legs slightly while keeping her tail between her legs, “…will you, make l-love to me? N-no heat, no medication… just you and me?” As she finished her question, apogee squeaked with embarrassment and pulled a pillow over the lower half of her face.

Jet nodded softly, crawling slowly until he was hovering over his little daughter on all fours, before he leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her forehead… another kiss on her nose… before he pushed her pillow down and laid a little peck on her lips.

“Of course, Apogee… Of course I will. I love you so much.”

Jet started to work his way down Apogee’s body, laying light little kisses on her neck, her breastbone, her belly, her teats, her lower belly… before he paused to look up at his little filly.

“Move your tail, honey.” Jet smiled up at his daughter.

Still clutching her pillow, Apogee moved let her tail relax, the wispy blue-green hairs falling to the bed, revealing her fillyhood to her father.

“Be g-gentle p-please…!” Apogee squeaked.

Jet nodded and smiled reassuringly at his little girl, then looked down at the little filly’s delicate sex. It wouldn’t be the first time he would be eating his daughter out this evening, but it felt… different now. Where her sex had been swollen, engorged, winking and drooling before… it was now slender and quivering, damp; in a single word: cute. Instead of thrusting herself into his tongue like earlier, Apogee was shyly clutching her pillow.

Jet slowly lapped his tongue up his daughter’s slit, gently working it between her pussy’s slender folds. Her juice tasted so sweet, making for a lovely oral playground for him along with the slick wetness of her cute fillyhood. After a few gentle laps on her lower lips, Jet pulled his mouth further up and attacked his little girl’s sensitive love bud.

“D-dad! Y-yes… right there!” Apogee squeaked, wrapping her legs partway around her father’s neck as she writhed in pleasure.

Jet pressed his muzzle deeper into his little girl’s drooling lips, opening his mouth wide so he could caress her clitoris with one lap then send his tongue down to snake into her twisting, wet pussy’s opening. He was using all of the muscles in his jaw, his tongue, even his neck… pressing forward into Apogee’s snatch, exploring her depths, flicking his tongue between her throbbing filly-clit and the slick folds of her clitoral hood, taking his time to enjoy her with abandon.

“Y-yes! K-keep going!” Apogee groaned, her legs crossing behind her father’s head as she reached down to grip her father’s mane with her hooves, pressing him into her teenage depths.

Jet began to work his head left and right, making small circles of teasing licks over Apogee’s fillyhood, then darting his tongue into her depths to penetrate her with his lashing pink oral muscle. He was greatly enjoying the writhing moans and mewls of his daughter, content to take his time to tease her close to her edge with a fervent attack on her clitoris, before backing off to focus on some other part of her pussy - keeping her suspended in a state of happy pleasure.

It wasn’t like earlier that evening, where either he or her had been so eager to sate their lust with a quick and powerful orgasm - to try to boil off their demanding need with an explosion of fluid and hormones.

Now, it was all about Jet taking care of her, of expressing his love for his little girl with patience and attention. He was content to continue working at her, pushing her forward and pulling back, again and again… as minutes passed with the sound of soft breathing and groans.

Jet knew his hard work was paying off.

Each time when he would back off from the intense stimulation of his daughter’s clit, Apogee would writhe and whine, her quivering folds just falling shy of cascading into the inevitable cascade to a full blown orgasm… before she’d untense, release a trickle of fillycum into her father’s mouth, then settle back in comfortably to more of his oral attention… but she was nearing her limit.

“D-dad… p-please… l-let me… just let me cum!” Apogee whined, rubbing her thighs against either side of her father’s head as she started to writhe and contort on her father, a reaction to her latest approach to her orgasmic edge.

Sensing that it was time to give his daughter what she so terribly desired, Jet wrapped his tongue around the filly’s quivering lovebud and began to suckle.

“Yes, yes… YES!” Apogee squeaked as she began to crest, her legs locking up tightly on her father.

Jet continued to suck and toy with his daughter’s clit as her spasms became more pronounced. Unlike her loud, screaming, shaking orgasms from earlier in the night, Apogee simply writhed contentedly, letting out little gasps and soft breaths of air as she rode out wave after wave of pleasure.

“Hmm… hmmm… hmm… hm…” She mewled gutturally, the sound coming more from her chest than her mouth as she wrapped herself tighter and tighter around her father’s head. As her orgasm began to abate, her continued multiple, powerful. quivering spasms slowing… the little filly began to finally relax and release her father’s head from her death grip… which released the floodgates holding back a gush of fillycum.

Jet tried to swallow the massive outpouring of sticky-sweet juice, but ended up having to pull back from the torrent of splattering cum pouring from his little girl’s clenching hole and rolling down to soak the sheets under her.

“Good girl… that’s it hun… let it all out…” Jet softly coaxed, gently stroking his daughter’s side as she began to breathe more normally, the trickle of her fluids slowly starting to abate.

Apogee’s eyes moved, her lids only partly opening to reveal her beautiful irises as she stared up at her father with a happy smile that was half drunk with orgasmic pleasure and romantic joy. She reached a single hoof up to stroke her father’s brow lovingly, her smile getting brighter as she felt him shifting up to lay over top of her, holding his bodyweight off her with his forearms.

“Dad…” She smiled tiredly, looking into her father’s piercing eyes, “…m-make love to me.”

Jet nodded, “I love you, hun…” He leaned his face down to kiss his daughter on the lips, feeling her part her mouth ever so slightly, which allowed him to press his tongue into her muzzle, not with reckless abandon, but with a spirit of gentle and curious exploration.

Apogee could taste herself on her father’s tongue. She reached up with her hooves to wrap her arms around her father and pull him closer to her.

Then she felt his heat down below.

The mass of stallion-flesh lay across her belly, writhing around with her father’s movement… but unlike earlier where she would have been desperate to have her stud plunge his meat into her without delay, she was happily content to simply hug and kiss her father, her emotions being filled to the brim with the incredible closeness and the strange peace of their communion.

Apogee broke their kiss, using the opportunity to nuzzle her father’s neck, and leave a playful little lick of love on his nose… before tilting her head and allowing him in to kiss her again.

The pair continued in this way, softly making out, Jet’s cock trapped between them, their hooves peacefully massaging and reassuring one another - this was no lusty romp, but a satisfied and passionate session of making love.

Apogee let her hips fall apart, spreading her legs wide under her father’s body, signalling to him that she was ready for more. Wordlessly, without breaking their relaxed kissing, Jet reached one of his hooves down to grab his penis and shift it in an attempt to align it with his daughter’s aching nethers.

With their current position and his rigidity, however, he couldn’t quite make the angle work. He could only managed to rub part of his lower shaft against his little filly’s pussy.

Apogee instantly moaned into his mouth, pulling him a little tighter to her in reaction and wriggling with pleasure. With almost a sense of sadness, Jet broke the embrace with his daughter, pushing back away from her to reposition himself so that he could enter her.

Apogee gave him her puppy dog eyes as their embrace ended, only for Jet to shift and awkwardly realign himself, before looking and smiling gently. He pressed the knob of his penis against Apogee’s drooling lips, then leaned forward once again to get close to his daughter, keeping his hips pulled back so that he wouldn’t prod her before she was ready, then put his nose against hers.

“Are you ready?”

“I love you, Dad.”

Jet pushed forward, the knob of his stallionhood slipping past his teenage daughter’s lips. He was nowhere near as engorged or swollen as he had been hours earlier, but the sensation of the incredibly tight filly-flesh slipping over his flare was still breathtaking.

Still, her arousal and his care in preparation did let Jet slide into Apogee without discomfort, and let him enjoy watching Apogee’s face under him begin to melt and relax with a sensation of comfort. It warmed his heart, making him smile fondly.

Apogee could see her father spectating her and she began to blush, embarrassed. She was so exposed: there was no filter or layer between her and her father - it was like her entire soul, her very being was laid bare to him through her reactions. The feel of her father’s cock, spreading her so wide in such an intimate place - for some reason it was different than all the other times this weekend, it felt so… real… so personal… so right.

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Jet leaned down and laid another kiss on his daughter, prompting her to once again open her mouth to allow them to connect with each other as they had been doing moments before. She let her hooves find their previous spots on her father’s back, as Jet’s hooves found their spots on her neck and side, and they resumed their relaxed embrace.

Just like that, they were once again making love, only now they were also connected below as well. Their comfortable, laid-back embrace continued. Neither needed to hump or thrust, both simply content to meld into each other, kissing and petting, hugging and rubbing, drunk on the impossible closeness of their bodies, as their souls connected and mixed with one another.

Without a sound, Apogee brought her legs up, wrapping them around the small of her father’s back, pulling him even closer into her, letting him slide another inch of himself into her depths.

Jet started to move his hips, ever so slightly, not for his pleasure, or for her need… but for them.

Apogee sighed, the soft movement of her father within her reverberating through her. It was strange - on the one hoof she felt so exposed, so vulnerable: the most sacred and private part of her essence was being invaded by another… and yet she felt so safe. She felt whole. Protected.

Loved.

She sighed into her father’s mouth, somehow finding a way to relax into the bed more than she had been doing before. Jet broke their kiss, and looked at her with a soft smile, looking passionately into her eyes as he continued his rhythmic, soft, loving-thrusts.

“I love you, Apogee.”

“I love you, Daddy”

Jet leaned back in for another round of kissing, content to keep the slow pace of blissful love-making flowing. Minutes passed with nary more than whispered nothings, soft breaths, and warm embraces… but all magical things must come to an end.

Apogee felt herself beginning to tense and quiver with her father’s soft thrusts, her body’s reaction having returned bit by bit as their love-making went on.

She broke their kiss, wanting to tell her beloved father that she was close again, but he held a hoof to her lips before she could say anything - he already knew… it was like they were one body, one mind, one heart.

“Just let it go hun…” Jet smiled, still softly thrusting into her.

“Hnngg… Dad… you too… cum with me… p-please.” Apogee begged, caressing the side of her father’s face with her hoof.

Jet nodded, and began to pump a little bit harder, moving his hips with more intensity and pace, but still focused on the stream of sensation and emotion pouring from his daughter.

“Hnnghh.. Hng… D-dad… p-please… g-give it to me!” Apogee clenched her eyes, finally feeling her entire body start to release and orgasm. Her fillyhood clenched and milked at the beloved cock filling her, asking it to fulfill their covenant, to finish what they had built for so long together with an offering.

Jet could feel his little girl coiling and shivering, writhing under him in pure joy… and he knew that he had to hurry if he was going to keep his promise to her. He let himself loose, using more and more of his body to thrust into her, the additional sensation of his effort and her milking orgasm drawing that feeling of burning release from deep in his loins.

“A-apogee! I’m… I’m…” Jet clenched his eyes and his teeth, as he felt his flare fatten, wedding itself to Apogee’s cervix so perfectly, as the two experienced a moment, frozen in time, of heaven.

Apogee leaned up to kiss her father, as she felt that sacred part of her deep inside begin to be filled with warmth… with joy. Their bodies needed no input from their conscious minds now… as she graspingly demanded his everything… and he explosively gave it to her.

Jet felt the depths of his love, his biological and emotional essence, flowing through him in gushing explosion after explosion, sticky strand after sticky strand flowing and filling his beloved, her eyes fluttering as she took beautiful and loving release after release into her womb.

Jet finally stopped thrusting, collapsing down onto his little girl, trying to be as close to her as possible as his body pressed hers into the soft sheets and the mattress, his penis still releasing it’s last spurts of essence deep into her, before finally subsiding.

Their bodies were both on fire, the sensations and exertion having drained every iota of energy from their systems… but they somehow still managed to caress one another, lazily gazing into each other’s eyes as if the rest of the universe didn’t matter… for them, at that moment… it really didn’t. Minutes passed, as they lay connected, body, mind, soul.

An eternity passed in an instant.

Some unspoken understanding between them was acknowledged - any longer of this might ruin it… it was time to return to Equestria, to put the landing gear back down on the ground. To land.

Chuckling with embarrassment, Jet rolled off of his daughter, carefully pulling his soft penis out from her, their disconnection a strange and disappointing end to such a profound experience.

“Th-thanks Dad.” Apogee mumbled, pulling her legs up to her chest and hugging her knees, “For everything.”

“Hun,” Jet whispered, wrapping his daughter in a hug, “I love you. You should know that I love you, loved you, will always love you.”

Apogee nodded with a smile, “I know.”

Jet sighed and rolled onto his back, the rush of reality and responsibility hitting him like a ton of bricks as he considered how to broach the next subject.

“What a day, hm? It’s crazy to think that with your heat all done, and the medicine out of our systems… we’ll be back to ‘normal’ tomorrow.”

Jet saw Apogee twitch ever so slightly, then try to act like this was exactly what she had expected to hear. It was hard to say, knowing that he was breaking the heart of his little filly… hay, that he was breaking his own heart… but it was the right thing to do.

Wasn’t it?

Apogee composed herself, and looked over at her father. She was too tired to argue now… she was absolutely drained. She had no choice but to accept what he’d said. “I… I guess that was our agreement, Dad.” She sighed.

“C-can I at least sleep with you, tonight, dad? Just sleep I mean, like snoring and dreams…” Apogee awkwardly explained with a blush when she realized what she’d just asked.

Jet looked at her with an arched eyebrow. “Is your heat really finished Apogee? You promised that-”

“Yes,” Apogee yawned, her consciousness quickly fading as she leaned into her father’s side, “…I just want to snuggle with my Dad.” She worked herself into the crook of her father’s arm, contentedly falling into the sleep of the loved.

Jet shook his head softly at his daughter, already fast asleep.

“You always get your way, don’t you, hun?” Jet chuckled.

“I love you, Apogee.”

“Hn hnove you too hahee…” the sleeping Apogee yawned, before grabbing her father’s side to snuggle in closer.

Jet was sleeping peacefully, deeply…

It had been such a draining couple of days - a true whirlwind of activity that had started the moment that he had opened his apartment door Friday afternoon - he’d never felt so exhausted in his entire life. The incredible sleep he’d just had, with his precious, beloved little girl snuggled in his arms was… divine.

Literally.

Jet was sure that he’d need to send a donation to the church of Luna, or at least one of her favorite charities (she tended to favor orphanages), as a ‘thank-you’ for the pure, restorative sleep that he had just been blessed with.

He barely even noticed when Apogee escaped his grasp, having woken up before he did. He had always been a deep sleeper…

In his dream, Jet was on his back again in the forest, just like he had been in his dreams the previous night… and once again, the cute little mole appeared between his legs - her yellow, blue and green fur strikingly similar to the little filly that had snuggled against his side just a few minutes earlier.

One again, her snuffling nose worked its way up between his legs, slowly tracing up his thighs with little tickles, until it reached his stallionhood…

But, this time, ‘little’ Jet wasn’t interested in leaving its comfy sheath, no matter what the little mole’s snuffling attention attempted, his stallionhood was not interested in making an appearance. The grumpy, disappointed mole seemed to vanish into thin air, her corporeal body fading in a wispy shimmer.

Dream-Jet sighed with disappointment, somewhat sad to have lost the attention of the little mole…

In its place, a pair of yellow buckballs appeared on his upper thighs, their fuzzy warmth and tight muscles contrasting with their furry softness as they started to grind up his legs… until they landed right in his lap.

“Mmm…” Jet moaned, as the pair of balls began to smush themselves against his pelvic bone, effectively trapping his sheath between the two beautiful globes and his belly. His penis nestled right at the crevice between the two exquisite balls… an even hotter, wetter zone, which was now situated right on top of his fattening sheath.

“Ohhh mmhmmm…” Jet groaned, straightening up slightly as he felt another pulse of blood rush to his penis, his head flopping out, coaxed to grow by the grinding heat of the globes against his body. The heavy weight pressing deeper and deeper against his shaft, extending up his belly as it quickly reached a full-erection.

“MMmnngh… y-yes…” Jet groaned, looking down at the grinding globes, trapping his erect cock between them, making his stallionhood stand straight up.

“Hey. I think you should wake up now, gentlecolt.” Jet snapped his head to the left, his eyes widening in shock to see a grinning princess Luna chuckling. “I do believe your filly-friend will be getting impatient.” Luna reached out and touched Jet between the eyes, causing the entire world to twist and spin… before fading to nothing.

Jet blinked his eyes open, and was treated to something he hadn’t expected.

Despite all the assurances to the contrary, despite all of their satiation from the previous 48 hours…

Apogee was riding him.

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To be fair, Apogee was ‘merely’ hot-dogging Jet’s dark-brown thickness, trapping his girth between her perky, tight ass cheeks, her blue-green tail flicking back and forth with joy even as she wet the underside of his shaft.

“Oh f-fuck… g-good morning, Dad.” Apogee squeaked, looking guiltily over her shoulder at her father.

There was a brief pause of stunned silence, with neither pony moving… before Apogee gave one more grind against her father’s erection - which quickly kicked Jet into action.

“Apogee!” Jet sat up, throwing his daughter off of him as he pulled a blanket to cover himself. “What are you doing?”

Apogee looked heart-broken, even a little scared.. She knew she’d broken the agreement they’d made. “I-I… I don’t know…”

Jet realised immediately just how stunned and confused Apogee must feel in this moment… hay, that he was feeling. He had to be delicate here… more delicate than he’d ever been at work, building a turbine engine, or preparing a sophisticated piece of avionics circuitry: he was dealing with the fragility of his little girl’s heart here.

“I thought you were fully satisfied yesterday? I thought your heat was fully passed hun?”

Apogee looked down at her hooves, tears starting to form in her eyes as she nodded.

Jet quickly slid across the bed, wrapping his girl up in a hug tightly. “Don’t cry! Don’t cry, hun!”

Apogee sniffled in Jet’s arms, the tears running a bit more freely now, so Jet rubbed his girl’s back.

“It’s OK! It’s OK hun, after what we did… I’m sure you feel confused - it’s not your fault… it’s my fa-”

“No… *sniff*” Apogee interrupted him, taking a deep breath and looking up into his face. “No Dad, I’m not confused.” She turned to face him, wiping the tears from her eyes and fixing her father with a clear stare. “I need you to know that I’ve thought about this a lot.”

Jet sighed, already expecting what was going to come next, and knowing that he had to cut her off before she went on. “Thought about it a lot over the last three days, hun?”

Apogee frowned and grabbed her father’s hoof, and for a moment Jet saw the same passionate anger that Delta could erupt into, flickering through Apogee’s eyes.

“No, Dad.” She growled. “Try thinking about it over the last 4 years…”

Jet tilted his head, but didn’t say anything.

“Dad, I’ve had a crush on you for a long time…” She sighed, before going on. “It started as a little filly-crush that all girls get for their dads… but it didn’t stop there… Dad, you’ve always been there for me, mentally, emotionally, spiritually… and since yesterday… physically.”

She rubbed her hoof slightly before looking up at her Dad with a hopeful smile. “I know that it is frowned on in modern times, I know that it’s… ‘taboo’… but Dad… I love you! I really really love you!”

Jet swallowed heavily, he could feel the truth and passion in her statement… but he couldn’t do this to her… could he?

“And Dad… I think… I think you love me too… not just like a daughter.” She rubbed Jet’s hoof.

“Apogee… we… I can’t!” Jet hissed, almost trying to convince himself.

Apogee scoffed. “Dad… we already have… why can’t we just love each other in our… in our own way?”

Jet sighed, rubbing Apogee’s hoof back. “Hun, I can’t even begin… you deserve a colt your age, you deserve to have all sorts of relationships and foals of your own… you deserve to have a normal Dad who can be there for you without all sorts of other craziness and conflicting romantic elements…”

Apogee sighed. “Dad… I’m not asking for you to marry me or something… sheesh… I just… I want to be able to express my love for you… y’know…” Apogee blushed, her wings extending slightly as her mind went to naughtier places, “…physically?”

Jet swallowed again. Was he actually being swept up in her argument? She was somewhat right though… who were other ponies to tell him who and how he and Apogee should love? If they had something special, it was none of their business!

“So… do… do you love me, Dad?” Apogee asked, looking up at him, seriously… she knew that now was not the time to use her trademark puppy dog eyes.

“Apogee… I… do… but still… no. No we can’t!” Jet sighed, feeling like crying himself.

“Wh-why not!? I don’t understand!” Apogee huffed.

“It’ll be bad for you, hun… you won’t be able to have a normal Dad, you won’t be able to grow up normally…” Jet struggled to think.

Apogee chuckled, already knowing that her father was lying to himself. “Dad… I won’t be able to
grow up without you… without us… You can still be my beloved dad the rest of the time.”

Jet sighed, resigned… then brightened as a piece of inspiration struck him. “How about this hun… we’ll have a special day… once a month…”

“Twice a week.” Apogee countered immediately, a stern grin on her face.

“What? No way… kiddo! That’s… ok ok… how about every third Saturday?” Jet chuckled.

Apogee shook her head, trying to put on a tough face, “Nope! Twice a week, take it or leave it!”

“Hah! Maybe I should get my attorney here to help me out, Ms. ‘Art of the Deal’…” Jet joked, having a difficult time believing his little girl was currently raking him over the coals like this.

Apogee’s frown instantly became much sterner. “That mare from last night? I don’t trust her…” Apogee harrumphed, crossing her arms over her chest. “My offer just went up to three times a week, just because you brought her up.”

“Easy there kiddo, “ Jet tousled his daughter’s mane playfully, “You have nothing to worry about from Diamond, trust me… if anything ever happened to me… and your mom… I would want you to be able to rely on her, she’s a good employee, nothing more.”

“Hmmmf…” Apogee sniffed.

“Tell you what - final offer… once a week we can have a… ‘date night’… BUT.” Jet fixed his little girl with a dad-like stare, “If it ISN’T date night… there’s no whining, no flirting, no anything - or else the whole deal is off… understand?”

Apogee nodded happily, before adding one more bit.. “Wh-what about during my heats?”

Jet sighed, rubbing his temple… “OK, during any of your heats is OK as well… but don’t try to trick me… I’ll be able to tell.” Jet tapped his nose knowingly.

Apogee glomped her father in a huge hug. “Yesss! I love you Dad! Thank you thank you thank you thank you! I love you!”

Jet smirked as he was shaken back and forth by the energetic little filly, answering tiredly, “Yes yes, I love you too, hun… So, what day do you want to start next week? What nights work best for you?”

Apogee put a hoof to her chin, trying to work out her after-school schedule of swimming, studying, and friends. “How about… Tuesday…?”

Jet nodded, thinking for a moment about his schedule, before realizing he would always make the time for his girl. “I can make that work… Tuesday it is then!”

Jet planted a kiss on his daughter’s brow, his heart also fluttering with excitement at this new and forbidden romance that he was about to embark on. He reached for a hoof-full of blanket, hoping to twist back into bed and get some more sleep.

“D-dad?” Apogee hadn’t released his hoof just yet, “I-I was kind of hoping that we… could…”

Jet looked sternly at Apogee. “What about our agreement?”

Apogee smiled wickedly, “I thought it started as of next week… technically it’s still Sunday… and I know this part of you agrees…” Apogee booped the very noticeable bulge still trapped under the blankets.

Jet swallowed nervously, hesitated… then nodded.

Apogee squee’d and before Jet could even react, she pulled the bottle of ZESPER that she had snuck into the room and left on the ground next to her and right before Jet’s stunned and open-mouthed, shocked face… took a deep swig of the medication.

Grinning naughtily as she wiped her a small trickle from her mouth, Apogee handed the bottle over to her father. “Here dad, you’re gonna need these if you want to keep up with me for the rest of the day.”

Jet shook his head, laughing grumpily - she’d gotten the best of him again.

He tipped the remainder of the bottle back and took a deep swallow.

It would be a fun Sunday… with some fun Tuesdays to come later as well.

Author's Note

Did you like it? If so, give me a thumbs-up, favorite... but most importantly,
drop a comment! It means a lot!

Thus completes the saga of how Jet and Apogee became romantically entangled!

It is hard to imagine that three and a half short months ago this wild ride started, all thanks to a few comments on a derpibooru.org image, followed by a number of amazing pieces of artwork that prompted me to start writing this sequel to the first whimsy.

This last chapter was a huge undertaking, and far beyond the scope of what I had originally intended to do when I first created this account. I laughed a few days ago when I read one of my old Author's Notes for my one of my earlier stories Bred for Success... in it, I proclaimed to my readers that chapter lengths of 8-9K were entirely too long, and that I would restrain myself to shorter and sweeter stories in the future...

Then I go and write a 26,000 word chapter (if not a bit more...). RIP Scarlett Blade's voice if he chooses to read this chapter!

Speaking of, I have a number of people to thank.

Of course, first and foremost, Shino who kicked this thing off...

And BMac 115 who has done so many amazing artwork pieces as well and has helped drive me forward.

My amazing editor xRei, who has thankfully taken up the mantle of writing himself (check him out!).

My fantastic and humble proofreader NumberEight.

And my pinch-hitter editor for this last chapter, Pearl Ocean.

But even all of the above is leaving out tons of amazing people who have helped me finish this story from the Space Ponyos discord and community: P-Berry, Dustchu, Dark Water, Plot, Sassy Assy, Pahnazd, Pananovich, Armstraka and so many more...

And of course, YOU the readers and commenters! Without you and your support, I would never have written the entirety of this thing out!

So finally and most importantly with this author's note, I really want to try to explain how I hope to have teed things up for other people interested in writing Apogee x Jet clopfics or shipfics.

An incestual relationship is always going to be a devastating one with respect to changing the dynamic of a normal, healthy parental-child interaction... that's only one bit of why the non-fantasy reality is so horrifying... but it ALSO makes it something hard to write going forward. If Apogee throws a fit because she isn't getting enough allowance, or because she isn't keeping her grades up in school, or she has some other teenage need going on - it becomes impossible to address that through a father-daughter lens if they are simultaneously sexually and romantically active. Similarly for Jet if Apogee meets a colt that she likes.

So my solution was for the pair to cordon off their romantic relationship to a single night of the week.

This opens up the door for all sorts of fun and easy-to-write one-offs which would occur on a Tuesday night, and have little ramification the day following. This can run the gamut from romantic dinner-dates and moonlit walks in the starry desert... to more of the lust-fueled romps that I've tried to write out in my Apojet works to date.

It also opens up the door for more serious writing, such as xRei's exploration of what happens if Jet doesn't hold up his end of the bargain... or perhaps a story addressing just how difficult keeping things constrained to a single night really would be.

In short, my greatest hope for this story and how I've written it, teeing it up with plenty of romance, plenty of love and lust... is to pass the torch off to you the aspiring writers out there, to have some fun with it and write your own bit!

You know who you are!

And if you do love Apogee and Delta Vee and Jet and the whole gang, let me know! We have a lovely and fun active discord that discusses them and other ponyos all the time! It's a blast!

As always, I hope very much that you enjoyed the story, and that you'll enjoy even more of the Space Ponyos yet to come from myself and other authors!

Re-Entry Procedures

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

Jet Stream usually slept like a log.

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

Tonight was a different story.

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

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

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

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

An earthquake?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wait. Wings?

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

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

Her?

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Phew!" He exhaled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He knew that voice.

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

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

"G-good morning, D-dad?"

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

"Uh... Dad?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It didn't last long.

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

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

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

Much worse.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why was he about to cum!?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Spit it out, boss."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wh-what?"

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

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

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

Jet Stream gulped before she went on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Typical Stallion. Sheesh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And it would all start with just a single word.

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

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

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

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

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

Dammit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was almost through this!

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

The cinnamon scent did nothing after all.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The temperature knob.

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

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

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

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

Jet Stream burst out laughing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jet Stream did no such thing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you, Dad." Apogee blushed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued in Chapter 2: Flight Surgeon Error

Author's Note

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

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

Wow!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Interlude: Mid-Flight Briefing

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!:pinkiecrazy:)

Also, a huge shut-out to xRei, a denizen of Derpibooru, DA, Tumblr etc... (everywhere but fimfic, what the heck XRei?:derpytongue2:) 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. :heart:

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... :twilightblush:)

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. :twilightsmile:

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...:rainbowkiss:

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 :raritycry:, 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.